#watched two men fail to win and then she comes up

[unluckiestmember]

Hey so I LOVED your X-Men x sweetheart reader and I was wondering if you could do a similar head cannon of X-Men x kind reader but their reaction to you being good with kids. I just feel like they would have various opinions or feeling if they saw you interacting with a child.

Coming right up!

X-Men '97 X Compassionate! Reader

Characters: Nathan Summers/Cable, Scott Summers/Cyclops, Jean Gray, Remy LeBeau/Gambit, Rogue, Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler, Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver, Morph, Logan/Wolverine and Jubilee.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: So how did you guys feel about Deadpool and Wolverine?

Cable

“Well would you look at that! Seems someone knows how to get along with the kiddies… Oh don’t mind me, keep playing.”

Cable isn’t used to hanging out with children or being around them due to his workload, but he does enjoy the presence of kids that look up to him. He hasn’t really thought about wanting kids because of his fear that the disaster of a future he’s from would be too harsh for a child to be raised, let alone he is scared that something will happen to them.

However, when he sees you being so compassionate with children, it makes him reconsider a little bit! The sight of you and the kids at the local shelter on his base laughing and playing together makes his heart sour. Whenever he finds himself down in the dumps and needs a good boost or reminder of what he’s fighting for, he will just watch you and the children happily running around and realize why he’s the famous freedom fighter the young ones and yourself admire.

Cyclops

“Huh, you’re a natural at this! Makes me wonder how things would be when you become a parent of your own kid.”

When he sees you taking care of children on and off missions, Scott can’t help but stand and watch you with the biggest smile tugged on his lips. The sight of you all happily living your lives without a care in the world makes him remember the civilians he is fighting for. And more importantly, it makes him think of giving the family thing another shot!

Can you blame him? The way you are with children makes him daydream a perfect life away from the mansion raising a family together and properly being there for your child. Though there is hesitance to it all due to the result of Nathan and his last relationship, if you assure him, then he will definitely try to be a father again. Because with you by his side, can he really fail again?

Jean Gray

“Aww! Are you playing nice? Mind if I join in? I’m sure they would love to see my powers in action.”

Jean has thought of having a family with you when everything is settled down. So before she can have this ideal world of raising a kid with the love of her life, she can get a peek into a potential future in the brief moments of you caring for children, mutant or human. Whenever she sees you taking care of a child, usually during a mission, she will assist you in any way and naturally take up a mother role she’s used to having around the mansion.

The team can always find you two trying to make sad or distraught children on missions turn their frowns upside down with some powers or just speaking to them and making sure they are heard. You and Jean are definitely the go to for young ones, and if you both around children confirms anything, it’s that you two would be great parents someday.

Gambit

“Look at you all go! Mind if Gambit takes a stab at this, mon amour? I’m sure I can win their hearts. I won yours, didn’t I?”

Gambit is used to dealing with the younger folk of the world because of his time around them back home. So when he’s around children, he can easily adapt to them by playing some mindlessly fun games, pulling off tricks with his cards or telling some jokes. That’s not surprising though. What’s really surprising is him finding out you’re a pro when it comes to little kiddies!

When he found out you were a natural, he was beyond impressed by you and even let his mind wonder on a more intimate possible future down the line for the both of you. Around children, he’ll have you both as a package deal with you as the caring caretaker and him as the funny guy who will not hesitate to flirt and send signals your way in front of the kids. With how much he’s flirted with you, the kids always mistake you two for a married couple! A married couple… That doesn’t sound half bad.

Rogue

“You got these kids all excited, running and screaming like a bunch of baby banshees! You’re a natural, babe!”

Rogue wasn’t a big kid person on missions. She simply gets the job done and if there are children that need assistance she leaves it to someone who can be more intimate without fearing they’ll hurt them. She stayed this way until you showed off innocently how well you were with younger civilians.

At first when the mission called for dealing with kids, Rogue watched you from the sideline in silent awe of your tender love and care for children that were distraught or needed a distraction. Yet with time, simply watching you gave her the courage to join in and actually help out by giving out free rides on her back or showing off her immense strength. Together you two are a happy fun couple kids love to be around as much as Rogue just loves being around you. Now whenever there’s a mission with the young ones, she’s more than excited to tag along with you and live in the moment.

Nightcrawler

“May I cut in? I can play a mean game of tag!… Really?! Then round up the kiddies because I’m it!”

Because of Genosha, Nightcralwer is just as good with children as you are! He enjoys his time with the little ones around town or during stakeouts because of how accepting they are of him and how much their laughter fills his heart with joy. Now mix your own laughter in because of your handling with them and the blue devil was sure he was getting a slice of heaven.

The both of you are so well together and with others that the team delegates you both to taking care of the children on missions and making sure they’re okay. Around you both, the kids can expect a bunch of games to be played and a lot of memories to be made. Whenever a mission calls for babysitting, Nightcrawler knows exactly who to call on to assist him in having a little bit of fun on the job!

Magneto

“The future of mutants is bright if you’re around to bring such laughter and happiness.”

Though Erik has children of his own, he’s pretty subpar for a caretaker let alone a babysitter of mutant children. He tries his best of course, but the lack of fatherhood he was allowed made him a bit rough around the edges. Luckily he can depend on you to pick up where he lacks and he thanks you deeply for that.

Everytime he takes a moment to look at you with kids just minding your own business and being giddy without a care in the world, it makes him wonder if he’d be open to trying to raise a family once again. He knows with age and with the weight on his shoulders, it may be harder for him. But if you’re by his side, he wouldn’t mind giving it another try and stepping up to the plate to be a better father than he ever was for Wanda and Pietro.

Morph

“Hey, if the kids want to see a few tricks, send them my way, alright? I can throw them for a loop and think there’s two yous running around!”

Morph is decent with children, but they mainly leave that kind of work to you. When it comes to the more emotional attachment, they need a bit of work on that, but if you’re talking tricks and jokes? Then they are the right person to work with on missions dealing with kids!

They use your connection with children to playfully throw you for a loop by shapeshifting into someone and tricking you a lot just to get some laughter in the air. Most of the time he succeeds but there have been a few times where both of you just team up in some funny interactions that are bound to leave the children happy in your presence. Honestly, Morph wouldn’t care so much, but since you’re around? They don’t know- You just bring out that side of them! And they kind of love it!

Wolverine

“Of course you’d be good with the children, what did I expect?… Don’t mind me, I’m just keeping watch. Have fun.”

Children and Logan don’t mix that well. He just finds it annoying to babysit when he already does that with the teenagers at the mansion. Add that with some crying, whining and begging and he becomes pretty livid. Which is why he doesn’t like missions that deal with kids. That is, unless you’re there to help him out.

He finds your handling of children to not only be a big help for him but also a nice change of pace. It’s adorable seeing how kids easily gravitate towards you and how you let them do whatever they want. Whenever they have you pinned down in a game or surrounded, Logan can’t help but laugh at the cute little ambush before he breaks everything up. He doesn’t like kids and he still can’t stand them. But you make them more bearable, so there’s always that!

Jubilee

“Hey, babe! Send the kids over here- I’m gonna do a mad fireworks show for them!”

Jubilee is, surprisingly enough, really good with kids! She’s a lot like a cool aunt to your nurturing parent bit! She thinks it’s cute that you’re good with children and even compliments you around them when she’s not busy with other kids on a mission. The firecracker can rely on you to assist her or even stop her from making whacky moves that could get some children hurt out of pure excitement.

It’s not hard for everyone to know you two are a couple because of how much she calls you by pet names or makes fireworks that send signals to you if not make some look like you. It’s awfully sweet of her and it makes you comment that not only is she a great girlfriend, but she’d also make a great mom. Though, it’s highly recommended to hold that because if Jubilee hears you speak of motherhood, she’ll cringe at the thought. She likes kids, don’t get her wrong! But she could never be a mom!

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[covenofagatha]

The hustle

You and Agatha make a bet while playing pool - if you win, you get to try to make her orgasm without being touched

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: GP Agatha, cumming untouched, dirty talk, masturbation, daddy kink

“Remind me why we came here?” Agatha asks as she opens the door to Herb’s Grille and Bar and lets you walk in. The smell of cheap beer and wings hits your nose and you wrinkle it. It’s a dimly lit establishment with sticky floors and loud televisions showing every single sports game happening at the moment. 

You turn to face your girlfriend once she steps into the restaurant. “Where else would you have wanted to spend our date night?” 

Every Saturday, you and her alternate between picking a place to go out. After two years of your relationship, it’s a way to keep things spiced up. Sometimes you’ll meet her in a hotel lobby and pretend to be strangers, other times you’ll go pottery painting. Your absolute favorite date was one she planned where she took you to a restaurant overlooking the ocean to watch the sunset, and then went skinny-dipping in the water once the beach cleared out. 

You can still remember the way her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, the way she held you in her arms, her cock inside you, and just let the waves rock you back and forth slowly until you both came. 

So it’s safe to say that picking a bar like this is very out of the norm for date night. 

Agatha snorts. “If you waited until the last minute to plan something and this is the best you could come up with, we could’ve just had a movie night at home.” 

“Oh, baby,” you say, laughing at the little faith she has in you. “This—” you gesture at the rowdy football fans throwing their arms up at the television, the waitresses in small shorts carrying plates of fries and onion rings, the drunk men throwing darts in the corner, “—was not last minute planned. I’ve been wanting to come here for a while.”

“Why on earth would you want to come here?” she asks, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you. 

You shrug. “Why don’t we go to the bar and get a drink?” you suggest, completely ignoring her question with a coy smile. Her eyes narrow suspiciously, but she follows you as you begin to wade through the rows of packed tables. And then you stop and gasp, your hand flying to the side to hit Agatha’s arm. You point at the empty pool table in the back of the restaurant. “Do you want to play?” 

“Honey, have you ever played pool before?” Agatha asks, a hint of amusement in her tone. 

Sticking out your bottom lip in an overexaggerated pout, you beg with your eyes. “Will you teach me?” 

She can’t say no to you, so she sighs. “Why don’t you get us our drinks and I’ll go rack up and get the cues.” 

You beam and press a quick kiss to her cheek before rushing to the bar and ordering a rum and coke for Agatha, and a Dirty Shirley for you, before bringing them over to where your girlfriend is placing the pool balls in the triangle. You pick up one of the sticks that she picked out and stroke a hand up and down the smooth wood. 

“Baby,” Agatha says through gritted teeth and you look over at her innocently. Her hands have gripped onto the edge of the table and her knuckles are white. “Don’t give me that look, you know exactly what you’re doing.” 

Trying to fight the smirk growing on your face and failing, you give up on the pretense before tilting your head to the table. “So do I go first?” 

Agatha nods and you step up before bending over the table, stick in hand. You line up the tip with the cue ball and close an eye before Agatha interrupts you. 

“Honey, hang on. You need to fix your stance,” she says and you stand back up and look at her. 

“What?” you ask. “It feels fine to me.”

Your girlfriend tsks before stepping behind you and putting her hands on your waist. “Bend over,” she murmurs in your ear and goosebumps line the back of your neck. “Hold the cue how you just did.” 

Swallowing roughly, you resume your position and gasp slightly when she presses against you and puts her hands on top of yours to adjust your technique. Your stomach starts to grow warm.

It seems like you’re not the only one affected though — you can feel Agatha’s cock half-hard in her pants. Always one to tease, you push back slightly and sway your hips and her grip tightens on yours as she sharply inhales. 

“Like that?” you simper, immensely enjoying the way Agatha’s body has stiffened. 

“Take the shot,” she orders gruffly and you chuckle before swinging your arms back and then forward, the 8-ball hitting the triangle and sending the balls scattering with a thunk. 

A striped red one goes into the pocket and you line up to take another shot, but completely whiff. You see Agatha biting back a smile. 

She sinks four balls during her turn and you miss completely. Two more for Agatha, and you do a little victory dance when you finally get one. 

“I like it better when you go inside my hole,” you say right as she’s lining up to take her shot and she misses, the cue ball hitting the edge of the table. When she stands back up and turns to you, her face is slightly red and the knowledge that your dirty, juvenile joke has that much effect on her settles straight in your cunt. 

But any triumph you had is gone when you miss again, and then she perfectly hits her last ball and the 8-ball in, almost completely sweeping. 

“Can we play again?” you ask and Agatha gives you a strange look. Usually when you lose that badly in any other game, you immediately want to do something else. You’re a bit of a sore loser and Agatha loves to tease you for it. “Please? Let’s make a bet.” 

She studies your face to see what you’re doing. “Okay,” she agrees slowly, still unsure of your ulterior motives. “If I win, we never go to another bar on date night.” 

You hold out your hand. “Deal. And if I win, you have to go along with whatever I say tonight.” 

Her lips part ever the slightest and her eyes darken. “Oh, okay, honey. If you win, you’re in charge.” It’s clear from her sarcastic tone that she doesn’t expect that to happen at all, but she shakes your hand anyway and you can’t help the thrill that runs through you. 

Agatha re-racks the balls and motions for you to break them again. You lean over the table and hit the 8-ball hard. A solid ball goes into the pocket and you sink the next three shots you make. 

When you finally miss, you look at Agatha, whose jaw has dropped wide open. You wink and she flushes before taking a shot. 

She misses. 

You cluck your tongue and purposely brush past her front on your way to get to the cue ball harder than you have to just to rub your ass against her cock before hitting the rest of the solid balls into the pockets. And then you get the 8-ball as well. 

“How did you—” Agatha starts, completely flustered, trying to wrap her head around how you just did that. 

Grinning, you tell her, “I used to play pool all the time in college.” 

Realization dawns on her and she chuckles humorlessly while shaking her head. “So you hustled me.” 

You wave a hand dismissively. “Eh, semantics. The point is, we made a bet. And I just won.” 

“That you did, honey. What do you have in store for me tonight?” she asks, not seeming too upset about the loss. She knows that this is really her win as much as it is yours.

Your eyes gleam. “I want to make you cum,” you say, and before she can retort that you always do, you add on: “without you being touched.”

Agatha swallows and you can see the wheels in her head spinning as her breathing starts to quicken. “You little minx,” she growls and you can see her cock, now a little more than half-hard, bulging in her pants. You giggle gleefully. 

It’s something that’s been on your mind for a while now. There was one night you had been teasing her while straddling her lap and she had been a squirming mess beneath you, and when you finally got your mouth around her, it took her about forty-five seconds before she came all over your face. 

She had been so embarrassed, but you had found it so fucking hot, knowing that you could make her that worked up that she couldn’t even last a minute. And then you started wondering if you could get her so worked up that she could cum without anything. 

The thought had driven you to orgasm quite a few times since that night. You weren’t sure if she would try it just if you asked, so you had to get a little creative. 

And she had taken the bait, every step of the way. It wasn’t often you got to pull one over on your girlfriend like this, and you’re absolutely going to revel in it. 

“Should we go home, daddy?” you ask, voice as sweet and pure as you can make it, and Agatha’s look is vicious. You know she’s going to make you pay for this little stunt, probably with a spanking and maybe orgasm denial, but it’s going to be so worth it. 

Agatha takes a deep breath before downing the rest of her drink in one gulp and then grabs onto your bicep to lead you out of the bar. 

Your hand creeps into her lap the moment she puts her car into reverse to back out of the parking spot and she hisses before slamming on the brakes. 

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” you say in awe. Her cock is completely straining against her jeans and you can feel the heat radiating through them. You flatten your palm and begin to rub and her fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “Someone’s more excited than they’re letting on,” you remark and enjoy the way the vein in her forehead throbs. 

“It’s going to be your fault if I crash and kill us both,” she says through clenched teeth. “Thought the whole point was you weren’t going to touch me.” 

You hum thoughtfully. “Good point.” You remove your hand and she lets out a sigh of relief so she can focus on driving — as much as she can, with how turned on she is — and you angle your right foot up on the seat so your knee rests on the car door and your skirt rides up. You drag your fingertips against your exposed thigh, heat following in its wake, and you can feel how wet you’ve become. 

Agatha doesn’t notice at first when you slip a hand between your open legs to tease yourself over your underwear, but when she does happen to glance over, she lets out a small whimper. 

“What are you doing?” she asks, trying to sound rough, but failing. It sounds like she’s in pain, and based on how hard she is, you think she might be. 

You press on your clit and gasp. “I said I wasn’t going to touch you. I never said anything about touching myself.” 

Her tongue traces its way across her mouth and she tries to focus on the road, but when you move your panties to the side and stroke through your folds, she can���t help but sneak little peeks down at your pussy. 

“I can fucking hear you,” she breathes like she can’t even believe it, like the thought is driving her absolutely wild. 

She turns down the radio and the squelching sounds of your wetness fills the car. You’re surprised she hasn’t swerved or hit something yet, with how often she looks over. 

And then you push a finger inside yourself and you gasp, hips bucking, and she whimpers. You almost want to say fuck it and just bend over and suck her off, but you hold fast to your plan. 

“Daddy, fuck,” you whine pathetically and the muscle in her cheek twitches. Her cock is so hard you can see the outline of her vein through her pants. She starts to slowly grind up so her cock rubs against the denim fabric and you wonder if she’s getting any satisfaction from it. 

You slide another finger into your cunt easily, curling them knuckle-deep, and your head falls back against the headrest as your back arches. 

“Baby, god, you are so hot,” Agatha gasps pathetically. You’re so fucking addicted to her desperation, the high it gives you is almost orgasmic, and you start to fuck yourself roughly. Your walls squeeze around your own fingers and you wish that her cock was inside you more than anything. 

Your girlfriend is thinking the same thing, if the small noises spilling out of her mouth is any indication. The car speeds up erratically and it’s only five more minutes before she pulls into the driveway. The tension has been building in your stomach and you’re almost sad you didn’t get to make yourself cum. 

There’s no telling how crazy that would’ve made Agatha. 

“In the house, now,” she barks and you have to bite back a laugh. You’re the one who’s supposed to be in charge tonight, and here she is, ordering you around so you can get her off. 

You let it slide because you’re just as eager for this as she is. 

She speed-walks to the front door to unlock it and then you take the lead and drag her upstairs to your bedroom by the hand. She groans when she feels how wet your fingers are.  

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” you say, sparks of heat lighting up all throughout your body as she listens immediately. 

When Agatha shoves her jeans and underwear down, her cock springs out and both of you gasp; her, from the semblance of relief she gets, and you, from how it looks. 

Her cock looks like it’s straining against itself: it’s swollen and the veins are taunt, redder than it's ever been, and leaking a copious amount. She humps the air involuntarily and gutturally groans. The top of her breasts all the way up to her cheeks is stained pink and her chest heaves, the look in her eyes that of a feral woman. 

“Fuck — you’re so…” You don’t even have the words to describe how turned on she is. You haven’t even teased her that much either. Not enough to warrant this state, anyway. 

Agatha shakily lowers herself onto the bed and leans back against the pillows so she can look at you, her cock pointing straight up to the ceiling. “You get daddy so worked up, baby,” she rasps and you clench around nothing at the desire in her voice. There is no doubt in your mind that you’ll be able to get her to cum untouched. The only question is how long it will take. 

You toy with the hem of your shirt, sensually dragging it up your stomach and then back down until Agatha’s teeth are clenched so tightly you think she might snap. 

“Take it off,” she grits, an urgency in her voice that you haven’t heard before. You smirk and peel it off and Agatha’s hips jump when she takes in your purple bra that pushes your breasts together. “Fuck,” she says under her breath and another dollop of liquid drips down her cock from the tip. 

Sliding off your skirt, your head spins when she makes a muffled groan that sounds like she’s been injured. You have never felt hotter in your life than when you’re with Agatha. And then you take off your underwear and hold them up to the light so she can see how drenched they are. 

The muscles in her stomach flex and her fingers dig into the duvet. “Jesus Christ,” she mumbles, sounding distant. 

Now fully naked, you climb on the bed and lie opposite from her, propping yourself up with one hand and spreading your legs so that she can see your glistening center. Agatha makes another sound and you watch her cock bob up and down on its own. 

You suck two fingers into your mouth, the same fingers that were inside you on the car ride, and give her the same look you do as when her cock is in your mouth. 

Her lips part and her tongue darts out, her breathing becoming shallower. You pull your fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop and trail them down your face and neck, across your collarbone, and down to pinch your nipples. 

Agatha recognizes it as the same path she usually takes with her tongue when she’s working her way down your body and her hips start to grind slowly. Her cock leaks even more as you watch her throb and it makes even more heat blast through you. 

“Fuck, daddy, you make me feel so good,” you say and her breath catches in her throat. Your hand skims across your stomach and then teases your folds and you moan, which makes Agatha moan, too. “I love it when you go down on me and you let me ride your face. I love it when you fill me with your cock—” You slide two fingers inside and cut yourself off with a gasp. 

Your girlfriend’s hands are twitching like she can’t decide whether she wants to touch you or her cock, which has somehow gotten even harder. She is steadily rolling her hips now, desperate for any stimulation. 

“Honey — honey, please,” she begs, her voice thick and deep and it does almost as much to you as curling your fingers and pressing against your g-spot does. You’re not going to last long either. “Daddy needs you, please.” 

You almost give in. It would be so easy to take her cock down your throat or to straddle her and feel her in your pussy — either way, you think she would cum immediately. 

But she looks so pretty like this, cheeks flushed and sweaty, furiously grinding against absolutely nothing, her cock pulsing and dripping. “Sorry, daddy,” you say with a wink and you watch her head drop back against the headboard. “I love seeing you like this. So desperate for me, about to cum without being touched at all, just for me.” 

Agatha swears, her body stiffening and you think she’s going to cum right now, but to her credit, she relaxes a little and doesn’t. You’re almost impressed. “Daddy is going to punish you for this, you know,” she says with very little conviction. “Gonna tie you up and leave a vibrator in you and we’ll see how many times you cum before you physically can’t take anymore.” 

Your breath hitches and your palm bumps against your clit roughly. The tension from the car is building back in your lower stomach, pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s not as good as when Agatha touches you, but it’s a close second. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Agatha babbles like she can’t take it anymore. “I need you so bad, honey. I’m fucking — I’m fucking aching for you.” You almost make a joke about how you can tell, but think better of it. “You drive me crazy, please, I need you, need to feel your hot pussy wrapped around my cock, fuck—“ 

Her knees lock and her feet flex and her cock pulses and your fingers still inside you to watch in awe. Agatha’s breathing gets tighter before she sucks in deeply — her hips lurch up and her legs start to spread out and up — she lets out a loud, high-pitched keen and her cock erupts, cum spurting up in the air and landing on her stomach. 

Agatha’s hands scramble for purchase on the duvet as she frantically humps the air and keeps gasping, her cock pumping out a few more cascades of cum all over her. 

You didn’t think that would be so hot and you press the palm of your hand against your clit and you spasm, an orgasm tearing through your own body. You ride it out, beginning to move your fingers again to prolong the pleasure. 

She lays there limply, just watching with glazed eyes and an open mouth, her cock twitching every so often as it softens. 

When you finally come down, you can’t help but laugh and Agatha looks at you like you’re crazy. She still hasn’t moved. 

“Fuck, that was so hot,” you exclaim and Agatha snorts before finally rubbing her face with a hand. 

“I think you just killed me, sweetheart,” she says matter-of-factly and you smirk despite yourself. 

She looks absolutely wiped. “So you don’t want to do it again?” you ask and the look she gives you is lethal. But you see a hint of heat in her eyes, and you know that this won’t be the last time you get to make her cum like that. 

Agatha goes to move but looks down at the mess on her stomach. “Why don’t you come clean this up for me, honey?” she suggests and another blast of heat runs through you. 

You get on your knees and crawl the foot or so to her before swiping your fingers through the puddle of cum and enveloping them in your mouth and moaning at her taste. She watches you with dark eyes as you then bend down and run your tongue over her belly, her muscles tensing and her cock stirring. 

“Good girl,” she murmurs and the praise goes straight to your still-wet cunt. She tugs on your hair and pulls you up to kiss you, stroking her tongue inside your mouth to taste herself. 

When you finally pull back to breathe, you smile despite yourself at how perfect and completely ruined she looks right now. “Not a bad date night, hm?” you ask, giggling and raising an eyebrow teasingly. 

Agatha rolls her eyes playfully. “Not quite what I had in mind, but I do like where it ended up.” 

You flop onto the bed next to her and she puts an arm around you so you can tuck yourself into her side. “Good luck topping that next week,” you challenge, eyes flicking up to meet hers. She smirks and reaches over to pinch your nipple. 

“I’m sure I’ll find a way.” 

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Once Upon a Time - A Higuruma x Reader Fanfic Part 3 (Final)

Retold fairytales featuring the JJK men! This is The Little Mermaid featuring Higuruma! You’re a mermaid obsessed with the human world, and in love with one particular human: the lawyer named Higuruma. You make a deal with the sea witch to become human, but you only have three days to win his love!

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Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. AU. Reader is a mermaid. Reader becomes mute. Mild violence. Mild Overstimulation. 

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @drizztdohurtin!

A single bead of sweat drips down your back as you sit at the table in silence. Higuruma is sitting across from you, reading over your contract with the sea witch. He asked if he could look it over this morning, as he only skimmed it the day he found you. 

You agreed, since he’s very knowledgeable about contracts, but it’s a little embarrassing for him to know the details of how much trouble you’re going to for him. 

He’s asked a few questions, which you’ve answered in writing, but has mostly been quiet as he reads and rereads it. 

Finally he lays the contract on the table and looks at you. “This would never hold up in a human court,” he says. “It’s way too vague! Like here it says you’ll ‘lose your legs’ if you fail. That could mean you’ll get your tail back, or it could mean your legs will be torn away and you’ll be left to bleed out. And it says you have to make me fall in love, but how can that be proven?”

You didn’t want to tell him about the pendant, because you thought it might make him uncomfortable to know his feelings were being literally measured, but it’s impractical to keep it hidden. You hold it up and point to it, then write, “She gave me this. When it’s completely red, it means you love me.”

He holds his hand out. “May I see it?”

You slip the chain over your head and reach him the necklace. He holds the pendant up and examines it. “So this supposedly measures how I feel about you?”

You nod. 

He’s still staring at it. “Hmmm, looks about right, in my estimation.”

Ah! The pendant is over half red! So he’s basically admitting that he likes you that much! 

He reaches it back to you, seemingly oblivious to your fluttering heart. “But I wonder what would happen if I disagreed with the pendant,” he says thoughtfully, picking up the contract again. “The pendant isn’t mentioned in the contract at all. Legally, it’s irrelevant. My own testimony would have far more weight.”

Is he suggesting that he would lie to the sea witch about his feelings so that you can keep your legs? You’re not sure how you feel about that. On one hand, you’re happy he wants to help you, but on the other, you want him to genuinely love you. 

“Regardless, we have until tomorrow evening at sundown to figure it all out, right?”

You nod again, writing “That’s when I drank the potion two days ago.”

He stands up from the table. “I have to go see more clients today. Do you want to come with me?”

You smile brightly and stand up, then follow him to the door. He pauses and glances at your feet. “You should put your shoes on.”

Oh! You forgot about shoes! You grab them from their spot beside the couch and push your feet into them. Huh? They don’t fit the way they did yesterday. What are you doing wrong? 

Higuruma laughs and then squats down. “You have to pull the straps up over your heels,” he says, gently fixing your shoes for you. His fingers brush your ankle, making your heart beat faster. 

He stands back up and steps outside, holding the door open for you. It feels like the two of you are already a couple. 

You spend this day much like yesterday. You go with him to visit some clients, he buys food for both of you from a big cart in the town square, and you walk around together as you eat. You’ve never tried a “sandwich” before, but it’s delicious! Higuruma watches you eat, a small grin on his face. 

“Is there anything you want to try?” he asks as you put the last bite of the sandwich in your mouth. 

You think for a moment, remembering the humans you saw on the beach, many of them carrying various treats. One word came up often when they talked about food they love. Holding the notepad in your hand, you write, “Choclat” and hold it up. 

He squints at the word, then says, “Chocolate?” 

You nod. 

“It’s spelled like this,” he says, using your pen to write the word out correctly. Ah! You feel foolish when you look at your own spelling, hurrying to mark it out, your face hot. 

He gently takes the pen again. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re new to all of this. Frankly I’m impressed that you know so much,” he adds, giving you back the pen. 

“I watched humans a lot,” you write. 

“Me included?” he asks. 

“Especially you.”

He reads the words, then looks around at the shops. “I’ll find you some chocolate. Can you wait here?” 

You nod again, excited to finally try the food you’ve heard so much about. 

Higuruma spots a dessert shop across the square. Despite living here for two years, he’s only been inside a few of the establishments in town. There’s a bar he visits occasionally, though he prefers the one closer to the docks. This bar specializes in fruity drinks that appeal to tourists, and in fact most of the shops here cater to that sort of customer. 

He’s visited the small men’s clothing store a couple of times, always leaving disappointed that they only seem to have brightly colored shirts in daring patterns and shorts. He’s had to order all his clothes from the mainland, besides his underwear. 

Now he finds himself walking into a trendy shop that sells fancy cakes, parfaits, candies, and other desserts. It’s a place he would never enter for his own sake, but his new friend wants to try chocolate, and he wouldn’t dream of denying her. 

As he waits in line behind three giggling teenage girls, his mind wanders back to the lovely mermaid-turned-human he left near a bench in the square. 

Even Higuruma doesn’t know why he isn’t more shocked, why he’s been able to take all this in stride. It’s certainly a wild discovery, and of course he’s curious about all of it. He’s asked her a few questions about her people and her culture, but it’s difficult to have those sorts of conversations when she has no voice. He’s decided to wait until she gets it back to learn more. 

And she will get it back. He’ll make sure of it. He’s going to argue her case for her to whoever this sea witch is, even if he has to lie. 

He sighs as he thinks of the contract. The poor thing didn’t understand that humans don’t fall in love in three days. It’s not that he doesn’t like her. He finds her quite charming in fact, and given time to get to know her, he thinks it’s entirely possible that he could fall in love. The issue is time. Three days is too fast. 

But… is it though? 

If he thinks about it, he’s sort of known her much longer than that. He’s sensed her practically the entire time he’s been on the island - her comforting, familiar presence. 

He remembers the amulet she showed him. Would it be even redder now? 

It’s finally his turn at the pastel-colored counter. He looks up at the menu, the items painted in various colors on white wood, and orders a chocolate fudge cake with whipped cream. Might as well give her a chocolate explosion. 

As he pays for the treat, which turns out to be much bigger than he expected - served in a pale pink paper bowl with a cherry on top - he imagines her reaction to it. He can already see her eyes glowing with delight, her cheeks puffed out as she takes a too-large bite, her infectious smile as she tastes it. 

And his imagination lines up perfectly with reality. When he presents the cake to her, she beams like a radiant goddess. When she tries it, he’s sure she would be making adorable sounds if she had her voice. She offers him a bite, holding out her plastic spoon and staring up at him. There’s a tiny bit of chocolate smeared on her bottom lip, and he thinks he’d rather taste it there, but instead lets her put the spoon in his mouth. 

Ah, it actually is very good. 

After finishing her dessert, she writes on the notepad and holds it up. 

“It was delicious! Thank you!”

He finds himself smiling. “You’re welcome.”

For the next few hours they visit clients in town as well as the docks. Then, around sundown, he decides to go back to the empty beach where he met her. 

She recognizes it immediately, looking at the ocean and then looking back at him. 

“I come here almost every day,” he says, “but I guess you know that. You watched me from the water here, didn’t you?”

She nods somewhat shyly. 

“I come here to think, to just watch the waves and feel the breeze and be alone. Sometimes, when a case goes bad, this place is a comfort to me.”

She scribbles on the notepad for a moment, then shows it to him. 

“What does that mean, when a case goes bad?”

He laughs lightly. “Oh right, you don’t know what a lawyer actually is, do you?”

She writes out, “Not exactly. But I’d love to learn.”

The two of them walk toward the old withering dock as he begins trying to explain his job. 

“In human society, we have certain laws. I’m sure you have laws and rules in your culture as well.”

She nods. 

“When those laws are broken, lawyers like me are needed. If someone is accused of breaking a law, they have the right to defend themselves before a judge. On the mainland, I mostly did cases like that. I defended people who were accused of crimes I felt certain they didn’t commit. Lawyers know the rules and processes better than most people, so I try to help my clients with my knowledge.”

She seems to be listening intently. 

“A lot of those cases on the mainland went bad. Innocent people I tried to defend were imprisoned because the judges were corrupt. So I came here to get away from all that and focus on contract law,” he says, stepping onto the creaky wood. 

He extends his hand to her and she takes it, following him onto the old dock. 

“Here, the Russo family is trapping people in contracts that hurt them. These contracts are often breaking the laws, so that’s where I come in. Things were going well, but recently one of the judges seems to be on the Russos’ side.”

She writes on the notepad again, “What is a judge like?”

“They decide if someone broke a law or not, and what sort of punishment that person receives. Some of them are very honorable, and follow the law fairly. But some are corrupt, basing their decisions on who gives them money.”

Higuruma looks down and notices an old wooden mallet. He picks it up, surprised by its weight. Maybe they were trying to repair this dock at some point in the past. He holds the mallet up in front of her. “They have something that looks a little like this, called a gavel. They hit their desk with it to call for order if the people get loud.” He mimics the hitting motion in midair, and she laughs silently. 

Suddenly her face changes, from amusement to something like fear as she looks behind him. He turns and sees three men walking down the dock toward him, and it’s like deja vu, because these are the same men who attacked him before. 

He immediately places himself between them and her, glaring at them as they approach. He notices right away that one of them is holding a pistol. 

Oh no. This is going to end badly. Can she still swim? Would be she be safer to jump into the water? Or would she drown in this new human body? His mind races as he tries to figure out the best way for her to walk away from this unharmed. 

The men stop a few feet away, and the one holding the pistol points it at Higuruma. He hears her gasp behind him, and he glances back to find her face stricken with horror. Has she seen someone get shot before? She seems to understand that the pistol is a weapon. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Higuruma tells the men, keeping his voice even and calm. “At least let her go. She’s a tourist. She has nothing to do with any of this.”

Seemingly ignoring Higuruma’s plea, the man with the gun says, “You picked the wrong family to mess with.”

Higuruma is still holding the heavy mallet, but it’s hardly a weapon that can stand against a gun. 

The next events happen so fast, he doesn’t think he could explain them coherently if his life depended on it. 

First, the man fired the gun, creating a deafening roar that momentarily drowned out the sound of the ocean waves and left Higuruma’s ears ringing. Then, somehow, she was suddenly in front of him, her body jolting from the impact and then falling backwards onto the rough wood of the weathered dock. 

How did she get in front of him so fast? 

“No!” he shouts, kneeling by her side. She’s lying on her back, her eyes closed, unmoving. He can’t see where the bullet hit her, but clearly it did. He looks up at the three men, who look confused. 

The one holding the gun has lowered it, his hand trembling. “She… she jumped in the way! I didn’t aim for her!”

Higuruma doesn’t care. He feels only rage at this man who shot her. He’s still clutching the mallet in his hand as he stands up and rushes the man, swinging it with such force and speed that the gun is knocked from the man’s hand before he can fire again. There was an audible crack when the mallet hit the man, no doubt shattering several of the bones in his hand. 

Good, Higuruma thinks. 

He swings the mallet again, wildly, hitting another man in the shoulder as the first one howls in pain. The three of them scramble to get away, screaming about Higuruma being “crazy”. He starts to chase after them, but remembers that she’s still lying there on the dock, hurt and possibly dead. 

He drops the mallet and runs back to her, dropping to his knees and beginning to search for the wound. 

Her eyes flutter open, then focus on his face. She doesn’t seem to be in pain, which is either a good sign or a very bad one. She smiles, then starts feeling around for her notepad. She normally keeps it in a pocket, but it must have fallen out. He searches near her body until he finds the notepad and pen, hurrying to give them to her. 

“I’m okay,” she writes quickly. “It hit my pendant instead of me.”

He looks at the space on her chest where the amulet usually rests. It’s gone, only a heart shaped bruise left in its place. The force must have knocked her back, but the amulet blocked the bullet from entering her body. 

“Where’s the pendant?” he asks. It’s important, isn’t it?

She shakes her head, then writes, “It shattered.”

He exhales a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I’m just glad you’re okay. You scared the hell out of me!”

She writes on the note again. “I’m sorry! But I couldn’t let you die. Not after I finally got to meet you.”

He stares at her, at the sweet smile on her lips, and can’t help himself. He kisses her, deeply, his hand burying itself in her hair. She leans closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

But before things can go any further, Higuruma hears a particularly strong wave crash against the dock, the force so strong that the weakened structure actually sways in the water. 

The two of them pull apart and look toward the end of the dock that extends out over the sea. There Higuruma sees a woman waste deep in the water, her long black hair covering her breasts, her eyes glowing in an unsettling way. 

“Oh hell,” he says. “Is that the sea witch?”

You nod quickly, wondering why the sea witch is a day early. With Higuruma’s help, you get to your feet and walk toward her. He follows, looking apprehensive. 

“It’s been three days,” she says in her eerie voice. “I’ve come to collect your legs, unless the pendant has been completely filled.”

“Hold on,” Higuruma says, stepping forward, “It’s only been two days.”

Her eyes slide over to him, then back to you. “It’s been three days since you signed the contract.”

He looks at you. “Is that true?”

You hastily write out, “I waited a day before drinking the potion to give me legs. I wanted to spend one last day with my family. I thought my time started from when I became human.”

He reads it and turns toward the sea witch again. Suddenly he doesn’t seem wary of her anymore. In fact it seems like he’s in his element as he begins speaking to her. 

“She assumed the three day time limit began when she drank the potion. That’s a natural assumption to make and the contract doesn’t specify that it begins when she signs it.”

The sea witch blinks, looking bewildered. Then she narrows her eyes. “Regardless of what she thought, my spell was only meant to last three days from the signing of the contract. It will wear off on its own even if I do nothing. Now where is the pendant?”

Higuruma looks back at you, then faces her again. “It was destroyed by accident.”

The sea witch seems surprised. “Destroyed? Then the matter is settled. I will reclaim her legs and keep her voice.”

Oh no! You’re going to lose everything! Will she even give back your tail? You look at Higuruma with terror in your eyes. Are you going to die here on this beach?

“Wait,” he says to the sea witch, his voice surprisingly calm. “The contract makes no mention of the pendant. The stated condition for her success is only that I fall in love with her, correct?”

The witch pauses. “That is true, but she cannot prove she succeeded without the pendant.”

“The pendant measured my feelings for her, right?” he asks. After the witch nods, he says, “Then you’ll have to rely on my testimony. I can confirm my own feelings to you.”

“And?” the witch asks. “What are your feelings? Do you love her?”

It feels like time stops. You stare at Higuruma, waiting to hear his answer in his own words. 

He looks straight at the sea witch. “Yes. With all my heart!”

She gazes at him for a long while, her eyes glowing, as if she’s trying to determine how truthful he’s being. “You could lie to save her,” she finally says. 

“I could,” he admits. 

There’s another pause, during which you think your heart will burst from your chest. Then the sea witch smiles in an odd way. “That in itself would be an expression of love. I accept your… testimony, as you call it.”

The sea witch snaps her fingers, and her two grandsons surface from the water. One of them is holding a glass vial with an iridescent glow. He opens the vial, and a brightly colored haze drifts out and moves toward you. It seeps into you as you stand there, and you can tell what it is immediately. Your voice!

You already know what the first word you’ll speak is. 

“Higuruma!”

You rush over to him and throw yourself into his arms. The sea witch nods to her grandsons, who dip back into the water without a word to you, then says, “Enjoy your new life as a human.”

Surprised by her grace in this situation, you step closer to the water’s edge. “Thank you! My dream came true because of you!”

She smiles in response. “Like I told you before, I offer people tools, but they make their own dreams come true.”

Then, she dives into the water, leaving you alone with Higuruma. In the end, you don’t think she was a bad person, just bored perhaps. 

He wraps one arm around you. “Hiromi,” he says. 

“What?”

“Call me Hiromi. I’d like to hear your voice again.”

You give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for helping me, Hiromi.”

It’s been three weeks since you became human, and you’ve already learned so much. Hiromi is an excellent teacher, explaining things with care and patience. In return, you’ve told him all about the Merfolk culture you left beneath the sea. You’ve asked him not to tell another soul about it, invoking a little phrase he taught you: “attorney client privilege”. 

He laughed when you said it, but you trust him with your life. Actually, he laughs more often these days, seeming less tired and troubled. He said your enthusiasm is rubbing off on him. 

Tonight, the two of you are in his bath tub, naked, enjoying a soak in the warm water. This is one of your favorite things to do with Hiromi, as you love being in water but also the closeness of being crammed into this relatively small space with him. It’s entirely different from swimming in the sea, itself entirely different when done as a human. 

You’re both facing each other, your legs on either side of him. He’s leaning back against his end of the tub, his head tossed back. 

“Did the case go that badly?” you ask. 

He raises his head to look at you. “Actually it went well. I just feel truly relaxed for the first time in years.”

You smile upon hearing that. “I’m happy for you.”

He smiles back. “I’m happy too. The Russos have been quiet since they tried to kill me. I think they’re afraid I’ll report the incident.”

“Why don’t you?”

“It’s nice to have some leverage over them,” he says. “They’ve been backing off from a lot of cases once they realize I’m involved.”

You shift a bit in the water, your inner thigh brushing across him. “I just hope they never try to hurt you again.”

His gaze meets yours, then slides down to where your breasts are just barely peeking out of the water. You can see it in his eyes - he wants you. After three weeks of being intimate with him, you’ve learned to recognize when he’s aroused even without seeing his erection. 

You lean forward in the water, slowly, keeping eye contact as you get close enough to kiss him. His hands move to your hips, then he pulls your body closer, into his lap. You can feel his hard cock under the water, grazing your skin. 

One of his hands slides to the front of your body, slipping between your wide open legs to gently rub the soft skin there. His fingers quickly find your favorite spot, your “clit” as he calls it, and begin stroking it in small, controlled motions. 

You suck in a breath of air through your teeth as your eyes close, your body already buzzing. You don’t know how you lived without this pleasure in your life. The first time Hiromi used his mouth on your clit, you thought you’d literally die from ecstasy. 

Right now, you’re beginning to quiver in the water, one of your hands gripping the side of the tub while the other is latched onto his arm. You’re breathing hard, your hips bucking against his hand, finally opening your eyes to find him watching you intently. 

“You’re so sensitive,” he says, his motions becoming a bit more firm. “Maybe because this is all so new for you.”

“H-Hiromi… it’s too much!”

He smiles, the same calm, subtle smile he always gives you. “It’s okay. Just let yourself feel it.”

Your body leans forward, your forehead resting against his shoulder as both your hands now hold onto his arms. “Feels… too good…”

His free hand glides up your back, rubbing it soothingly. “You’re so pretty like this,” he says in a low voice, and the sound of him at your ear, so maddeningly close, sends you over the edge. 

You climax right there, his fingers still stroking you, the water around you fragrant and warm. 

Then, while you’re still trembling, he slides himself in. You let out a low whine, collapsing onto him in his lap, your bodies flush against each other. Your arms encircle his neck, his lock around your waist as you begin grinding yourself on his cock. Ah, the human way of mating is so wonderful. Feeling him inside you is divine. 

You’re face to face as you ride him, the water sloshing slightly, both of you breathing fast. You kiss his face, his cheek, his forehead, his nose, then finally his mouth, tasting his tongue. You don’t close your eyes for this kiss. Neither does he. 

This is why you love being in the tub with him. It almost always leads to you being fucked in his lap, wrapped in his arms. You can’t get enough of him, of being close to him. You love him with everything you have, and you know how he feels about you. 

Because you saw it. 

In the moment before the pendant shattered, you saw that it was completely red. He didn’t have to lie to the sea witch to help you. Maybe she sensed it somehow. 

Now you’re moaning out his name as your body begins to tingle all over again, the familiar and welcome pressure building within you. He’s staring, watching, seemingly holding himself back. You cry out when the pressure bursts, your body clenching him as he releases his seed at nearly the same moment. 

Ahhh, how beautiful, for both of you to feel such pleasure together! 

You sag against him, nearly crying from joy. You’re human, living in the human world, being loved by the man you fell for. All your dreams really did come true. 

[unspeakable-imagination]

Not the worst || Logan Howlett x Reader

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Just a drabble because I can't get it out of my mind. I was thinking abt this all night.

Cw: Oldman logan slander/ logan 2017 slander, hyping up worst logan hype, fluffy, angst, lots of bonding, probably gonna make them fall in love now sure, cannon-typical violence, cursing

Living as Wade Wilson's favorite neighbor was something eles. You and him were best friends, commonly taking time to watch my little pony or other similarly childish cartoons when Althea was out.

You were there when we left the x-men. You were there for him when Vanessa left him, there for him when he was to lost to find a job. You were there when you helped him pick is toupee, and you were there at his birthday party when he was kidnapped.

To say that it shook you would be an understatement. You'd been through so much and it physically pained you when you realized that whatever he was gone for, you couldn't help him. And two days later, he was back. And he wasn't alone. He came with a man, a wolverine. Or as you heard in passing, the worst one.

Logan loitered around the apartment more than you'd like, given that you could no longer peacefully watch ponies either wade, otherwise a grumbling logan would throw fit and slam doors.

Eventually, you just had to pull wade to your own apartment across the hall. And then the knocks came. Every time Wade was over, without fail, Logan would interrupt your buddy time, knocking on the door to whisk wade away for their weird- platonically gay relationship.

It took some time for you to recognize that Logan was lonely, too. And soon, it became the three of you having movie nights. It was hard not to come to enjoy the presence of the clawed man, and it went from you sitting awkwardly to the side while wade would constantly fail at cuddling Logan, to you in the middle.

Until tonight. Wade wasn't going to make it to your bi-weekly movie nights anymore, to busy pining after Vanessa. She was willing to tey and mend their relationship. It broke your heart to loose your best friend, but logan was there rubbing your back, comforting you.

"Atleast we don't have to listen to him run his mouth and spoil the whole thing," he'd reason to you. "You know that he would just ruin the end for you, or tease you when you cry."

Logan was right, but you loved watching movies with them. "But it sucks, he's my friend. I mean I get it, he's gotta chase her, he loves her, but we matter, too, don't we, Lo?"

"Of course, bub. There will always be more movie nights, and even if he can't make them all, atleast you have me?" And you did. For the next three weeks, without fail, Wade would avoid you both on designated movie nights, and Logan would come to your place for them, comforting you and picking out movies.

On more than one occasion you had fallen asleep on his shoulder or lap, and plenty of times you'd even let him sleep over him not wanting to wake the angry, coked up, blind batshit Althea. You began to neglect Wade, watching him finally win over Vanessa's heart, and watching Logan slowly move into your own place, shifting out of the other crowded apartment.

As the time for tour nightly movie drew nesr, you sorted the sofand the popcorn bowl, the lights and the TV, and set up the coffee table with assortment of other snacks and drinks that would last you two through the night. Various beers and even a cigar.

Logan had just gotten home from his job and gone to shower while you set up. His shower was quick, like it usually was, and by the time he was done, you were snuggled on the sofa in a faux sherpa throw. He settled down next to you and you handed the remote to him. In the weeks that Logan had been living with you, you couldn't deny the way you began to develop feelings. He was attractive and capable, and while he seemed rough on the exterior, he was truly tender hearted and did care about your feelings.

That's what made it so hard to bring up that you knew the other, much older-looking, dead logan from your timeliness.

It was just a week after the Manchester incident when Logan and Xavier had fled to Mexico, finding you along the way. They pulled you into their group with Caliban and things took a shift in your day to day life. No longer accounting for the tracker mutant, you spent your time helping him give the professor shots and medication. You were one of the few people, one of the few humans, that had an opposite gene mutation. Instead of getting the X gene, you got something eles, something that made you invulnerable to mutant powers.

You were the perfect person to medicate the senile telepath. You were there to see far too many events unfold that traumatized you. That made you realize that Logan wasn't the person on the pedestal that everyone else thought him to be. He was a stupid drunk, hellbent on killing himself, and the only thing stopping him shifted from the professor to his daughter. And it was horrifying, the way that so many things in his life were kept so well behind closed doors. It's horrifying that the media portrayed him in such a well light, and it was dishonorable that every food company used him to poison food for all of mutant kind, and he didn't do anything to stop it.

After he died, you had found yourself at the X-mansion, being the person to relay the news to Colossus and the other surviving xmen. To show their gratitude, they let you stay there, and eventually, you met the asshole burn-victim lookalike.

Logan noticed your shift in mood, the aura around tou changing. "[Name]?" He leaned towards you and you shook your head, returning to the present. "I was asking what you were in the mood to watch?"

"I need to tell you something." It was sudden and Logan swore he felt his heart drop to his stomach. You brought you hand to your mouth, anxiously chewing on your nails as he looked at you.

"I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long, but I knew the other logan. I knew the other you. And every time I've heard you walk about yourself being the worst logan- well, it's not true." Your eyes glossed are and you swore you'd cry. He shifted, rotating, bringing his knee up so he could face you better. Reaching to put a hand on your cheek.

"What do you mean, bub? You knew Logan?" You nodded, almost pitifully and your cheeks began to feel warm tears drip down them. He gently wiped them away. "What do you mean, though? Everybody tell me about how amazing this world wolverine was."

"They didn't see him behind closed doors, they didn't see him at the end like I did. Laura- she was just a kid. She only idolizes him because he died for her- but that doesn't make him good." You used your hand to dry some more of your tears.

"He was a peice of shit and only cared about himself until he knew he was dying. He was insistent on ending it and only found his release by getting skewered on a tree-root." Your emotions shifted from sadness to bubbling anger.

"There was an incident, when Xavier's brain began to go. I mean, a degenerative brain disease in thw worlds most powerful brain?" You paused. "He took him away, and he found Caliban and I along the way to help him. He left everybody behind, too, not just you. Maybe it's a Logan thing. It was funny, really. He was acctually planning on Leaving Caliban and I behind anyways. Saving up buy for a boat to live in the ocean where Xavier and him could just die peacefully." His face fell as he listened. "He was disgusting. Worse than you. You've proven you're a million times better. I mean- he is the reason why we have so little mutants left. Why children are pushed away into boarding schools or segregated just because they have powers."

Logan was silent as he took his time to absorb all the Information you just shoved apon him. "Wow," he breathed. "I really am a peice of shit everywhere."

"No logan, you don't understand. You, and I mean the you sitting in front of me isn't! You're amazing. You helped wade, you helped Laura leave the void. You helped me! God dammit, logan I love you. You've been nothing but amazing and so refreshing. You're somebody who acctually appreciates this life and living now. You're the best person out there."

His eyes nest buldged when you said you loved him, his heart rate picked up and by the time your final words left his lips, he swallowed them whole and kissed you. His hand on your cheek curved around the back of your neck and pulled you close, his other hand stabilizing his lean.

He pulled back just to place his forehead on yours. "Fuck, [Name], you have no idea how much a cherish your words. You've been encouraging me for so long and I've been so anxious I've taken you for granted, but I havnt. You don't understand how much you mean to me."

"I think I do, Logan. I feel the same way."

Don't get me wrong I think old man logan is attractive, but I had to look at it from a bad pov because Logan really was an ass in that. Movie was great and I'm still heavily attracted to all (even the bitchy versions) of him. Can't get over it.

[the20thangel]

Insatiable Appetites

Summary: Two requests into one: the reader is a Targaryen, and she and Aegon were lovers once. And when the reader comes to King landing for her mother's crowning (no war, please), Aegon makes comments about how they were once lovers or something, and Benji calls him a c**t. (I keep re-watching that episode just for that) Because while Benji may be jealous, he's down bad for our girl. Jealous smut ensues.

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, 18+

Word Count: 2555

(this is an x reader fanfic but just with a name)

A sliver dragon was flying in the skies, with two black-haired figures flying on top of it. As many royal family members walked out, they saw Sliverwing landing towards the dragonpit. The two figures climbed down from the she-dragon; two kingsguards came forward, one overjoyed to see them and the other not. They happened to be Ser Cole and Ser Harrold.  

“Welcome back to Kingslanding Princess Visenya, and welcome Lord Blackwood,” Ser Harrold greeted with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the princess and her lord husband. 

Princess Visenya, Rhaenyra’s daughter, turned to the kingsguard, smiling at the guard who seemed like another grandfather. Visenya, named after the conqueror, was a sight to behold. She did not have the typical Valyrian hair; instead, she inherited the Baratheon and Arryn genes, having long, dark, straight hair. Which combined beautifully with her inherited great-grandsire Aemon’s eye color, which was pretty lilac. She was graceful and deadly, a combination that captivated the hearts of every lord and lady in court. She was a force to be reckoned with, which made many men fall madly in love, trying to win over her hand of marriage, all failed but one. 

“Good Morrow Ser Harrold, I’m happy to see your face; how have you been?” pondered Visenya as she extended her arm to her husband Benjicot Blackwood as the two walked towards the carriage and horses.

“Overjoyed to have you back, no offense, my lord, but the Red Keep has missed their princess,” teased Ser Harrold to Benjicot, who couldn't help but grin at the knight's playful banter. 

“Then you better make the most of it while she is here because I’m afraid, Ser, she is well loved back in Raventree Hall. My people and I will not give her up so quickly.” bragged Benjicot as he helped his wife onto his horse, then climbed up and sat in front of her. 

Visneya sighed as they began to ride towards the red keep; after years, she thought her family would remember that she preferred to ride horseback rather than sit in a lousy carriage. 

As the party reached the red keep, the royal family stood there, wearing various colors: red, black, green, and blue. As everyone graces the couple with a smile, only Alicent sneered, seeing a lady riding her horse and not in the carriage. Visneya and Benji demounted their horse, letting the stable boy take it. 

“My dear granddaughter, how this castle has grown so lonely without you here…I hope Raventree Hall has treated you well,” spoke Viserys, huffing with each breath. 

Visenya smiled at her grandsire, curtsying as Benji followed with his own bow. 

“Yes, Raventree Hall has made itself a wonderful home,” explained Senya, seeing her mother smile in relief. 

“That is good. Come, let us return to the castle while we prepare for the feast and coronation of my dear Rhaenyra tomorrow,” commanded Viserys. Ser Harrold led the king back, and the rest of the family followed. 

While everyone returned to their duties or chambers, Visenya decided to give a tour of the royal family side of the castle to her husband. Something many lords and ladies could only hope to see. Walking through the hall, Visenya showed her husband all the spots she and her brothers used to run around when they were younger. As they reached Meagor’s Holdfast, Aegon exited Heleana’s rooms. Seeing his niece, he smirked, walking to greet her and her husband. 

“Well, niece, it's finally nice to see you back since your wedding. I hope your husband and his home are satisfying you; we dragons have insatiable appetites.” taunted Aegon, scanning his eyes slowly down her body, smirking at Benjicot as he left. 

Visenya rolled her eyes as she led her husband away, who gave Aegon a dirty look and walked into her old chambers. 

“I still can’t believe you slept with him,” questioned Benjicot, sitting down on the red silk chaise, staring at his wife, who groaned. Visneya sat next to him, kissing his neck before replying. 

“I was young, stupid, and very drunk. Besides, it was only once, and it is not my fault that I was such a wonderful lover that he became obsessed. I can remember that night as being mediocre at best.” Visneya explained as she turned Ben’s face to her. 

“Besides, as he said, dragons have an insatiable appetite, and you, my dear husband, have done wonders to satisfy me.” She kissed him and smiled as she felt his arms tighten around her waist. 

As the lord was about to pull her under him, a knock broke them out of their musings. Growling, the princess rose to answer the door, seeing a knight at the door. The knight told the princess that her brothers had invited her and her husband to the training grounds in the afternoon, wanting to do some practice runs together. The princess nodded with a smile, thanking the knight as she closed the door. 

Benjicot hmm as he placed one more kiss on her head, “As much I want to continue my love, if we start, I will not be able to stop until tomorrow’s feast, and then that will be breaking the promise to your brothers.” 

Visneya pouted, “Very well, but you will finish what you started, my raven; I will not be ignored.” 

Benjicot widely grinned, kissing the corner of her cheek. “As my princess commands of me.”  

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In the training yards, grunts and playfully bantered filled the air, with men dueling each other and teaching the younger princes the way of the sword. Visenya herself was teaching her younger brother, Joffrey, how to hold a sword correctly, smiling as her brother practiced the stances. As she looked up, she grinned at Benjicot, who took a break to watch his wife with her younger brother; he could just imagine the same thing back home, but only it would be their children. 

“Blackwood, I challenge you to a duel…” the voice's owner, Aegon, stuttered towards the raven lord. 

Visenya scoffed at her uncle; he was drunk and overly confident. Benjicot glanced at his wife, wondering if he should entertain the idea. Visenya tipped to the side, thinking, at one point, this could be an excellent opportunity for Ben to knock him off his ego train. On the other hand, this was Aegon. Should he get injured, Alicent would probably start making a fuss to the king. Unfortunately, Aegon took the slight pause as Benjicot being afraid. Grinning, he began taunting the Blackwood lord. 

“Oh, are you afraid of being burned by the dragon, Blackwood? Hmmm?” laughed Aegon as he slightly swayed. 

Benjicot just smirked; this would be a piece of cake. 

“Very well, I accept your challenge, Prince Aegon,” spoke Benjicot as he took a practice sword from Prince Jacaerys, who wished him the best and put Aegon in his place. 

Aegon walked around prancing, which many would describe as looking like a peacock. Benjicot rolled his eyes as he began to turn, swinging his swords and striking Aegon on his arm. This caused the prince to yelp as he turned to his opponent. Growling, Aegon decided to attack, missing Benjicot miserably as Benji easily dodged away from him. This made the crowd chuckle, infuriating the prince as he grew more upset and reckless in his striking towards the lord. 

“Uncle Aegon isn’t good with the sword, huh, Senya,” commented Joffrey, seeing his uncle constantly missing and being struck down by his good-brother. 

Visenya hummed in agreement. Aegon is not the best swordsman; clearly, being drunk did him no favors. As she made eye contact with Aemond, she almost felt pity. Aemond looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him. He was so embarrassed by his brother’s performance that he did not want people to think his sword skills were on par with Aegon’s. 

As Aegon grew more irritated and tired from the duel, he got an idea that he believed would get the advantage of Benjicot. He crouched down, picking up a chunk of dirt and flinging it towards Benji’s eyes. Benjicot quickly backed away and closed his eyes, trying not to allow any dirt to enter his eyes and narrowingly blocking the sword that came to him. Aegon darkly smirked as he leaned in. 

“I have to give you props, lord Benjicot; not every man would be okay with having Targaryen second. Tell me, is my niece’s cunt still tight? Does she wrap her pretty little legs around you as you take her? Does she claim to moan your name as loudly as she did with me…” whispered Aegon, enjoying Benjicot’s face frown, his eyes darkening with anger. 

Benjicot pushed back, causing the prince to flatter, trying not to show his shock at the raven lord. Benjicot stalked toward Aegon, looking like a predator ready to strike his prey. 

“You have no honor to use such words to get a ruse of your opponent… you can barely call yourself a prince of the realm, you craven little cunt!” shouted Benji as he used the handle of his practice sword to punch Aegon straight in his face. 

Knocking Aegon on his ass as the Prince held his now bleeding nose. Jacaerys and Visenya quickly joined Benjicot’s side as chaos exploded, and Criston Cole took out his steel. 

“Halt!” commanded Ser Harrold as the crowd raised their sight to the balcony. 

King Viserys was shaking his head in disappointment at his son as Prince Daemon cackled heavily to the side, finding the situation hilarious. 

“Aegon was the one who challenged Lord Blackwood and used dirty tactics to win a match he was losing. Ser Cole, I advise you to teach my sons better strategies to defeat an opponent, not resulting in insults. Take Aegon to see a maester. Let this be done. Hopefully, he does not bruise for tomorrow. Daemon, cease your laughs.” commanded Viserys, growing more annoyed when his brother continued laughing. 

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As Benjicot burst into the chamber, he angrily began to strip, wanting to take a bath to cool off, not wanting to do something drastic. Visneya followed her husband to the bed chambers, dismissing the servants. 

“Ben, what is going on? What did Aegon say to upset you?” questioned Senya, growing shocked when he turned to her growling. 

“Don’t say his name…”  growled Benjicot as he approached her. 

Visneya was shocked, having never seen her husband this fired up before. She walked towards him when he took her and forcefully pushed her to the bed. Crashing onto the bed, she gasped as she felt his body on her. He was a storm, a storm that ironically was warming her up.  

“You are mine, my wife, your body, mine,” announced Benji as he began to kiss her, hungrily capturing her lips, then her jaw, all the way down to her neck. He paused to bite and lick her neck and collarbones. Making Senya moan, feeling the assault on her neck; she would be covered in love bites tomorrow. The whole court will see them since she didn’t pack any high-neck dresses. 

As Benji continued to devour his wife’s skin, he roughly began to undress her and himself, leaving them naked as he reached down to see her cunt weeping for him. Seeing her wetness, he grinned widely, pulling her closer to him, and he started grinding himself to her. 

“Who does your body belong to, hmm,” questioned Benjicot, enjoying the sweet gasps and moans from the princess’s mouth. 

“Yours..” whispered Senya, feeling overwhelmed by the fast pace. This sensation was new but exciting. 

Squealing, she felt herself being flipped with her ass in the air as her husband pressed her face to her the bed. She jolted, feeling him slap her bare bottom. 

“I said…who does your body belong to?” growled Benjicot, giving another slap. 

“Yours! My body belongs to you!” Senya loudly moaned, closing her eyes, withering in painful pleasure. 

“Yes, your body is mine, not Aegon’s, not anybody else's. You were made to take my cock and only mine.” Stated Benji, rubbing himself at her entrance. 

Visneya could only nod, feeling excited about how rough he was being. She wanted him inside her already, but she felt another slap instead. 

“What do you want, or I won’t give you anything,” commanded Benji, his grin ever growing as Visenya sobbed, pressing her body towards him. 

“You! Ben, I want you… I want you to fuck me, Please!” pleaded Visenya, groaning in delight, feeling him roughly enter her cunt. 

“That’s my good girl; you are going to take me in so well,” grunted Benji, going in and out quickly and fiercely. 

As skin slapping filled the room, Senya felt that she would break in half as Ben pulled out and packed in viciously. Her whole body rocked as she felt her husband riding her. Gripping the bedsheets till her knuckles turned white. 

“Yes! So good, yes, Ben, you are so good.” moaned Visenya into her pillow, gasping as Benji pulled her body upright. 

Grasping her breast, he growled into her ear, “I want the whole castle to hear you moan my name; let everyone hear that you are mine. I want Aegon to wish he could make you feel this good.” 

Bouncing her up and down, he lowered his fingers down to her sensitive bud, taking the time to give attention to it, causing Visenya to moan louder than she ever did before. 

“My gods, Benji! Yes! Please fuck me harder, please, I need it!” begged Senya, feeling her release rushing to her. She knew she was so close. Closing her eyes, she reached behind to grasp her husband's hair, roughly pulling it.  

“That’s it, sweetheart…. Where do you want me to finish, in your pretty mouth or in..” 

“Inside me! I need you to fill me…please, Ben, my body craves your release inside me. Mark me, please!” pleaded Visenya, whimpering as she felt his hot release wash over her. It was so warm. 

Gasping, Benjicot finally released her, laying her down on the bed as he lay next to her, still attached. After intense bedding, the two struggled to catch their breath, Visneya placing a hand on her chest. After a moment, Benji slipped out of her and gathered her in his arms. 

“Was I too rough, Senya?” he whispered, lightly kissing her shoulder. 

Visneya inhaled deeply as she turned her body to him. Shaking her head, she pressed a kiss on his chest. 

“No, Ben, I’m fine…it just took me by surprise.” she stared at her husband’s eyes, seeing her sweet husband stare lovingly at her. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be that rough; it's just that Aegon’s words affected me, for him to make such comments about you…” 

Visneya shushed her husband with a sweet kiss. Smiling as she felt him hold her tenderly, this was the side of Benjicot that only she got to see—her sweet Ben. 

“Aegon could never compare to you; he could never make my body crave him like you do with me.” she professed as she stroked his cheek. 

“I am yours, and you are mine…” vowed Visneya, nuzzling her face to him.

Benjicot smiled, kissing his wife as he spoke his vows to her again, “I am yours, and you are mine.”

[pitchsidestories]

The Bitch is back II Lucy Bronze x Reader

a/n: based off this request.

"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh."

~ Elton John, The Bitch Is Back

barcelona women masterlist I word count: 1591

You always knew that your professional tennis career would be filled with ups and downs, with periods of injuries and streaks of unbeatability.

You knew you worked hard, harder than most other competitors. So it didn’t feel fair when your lowest low came; your knockout in the Olympic Games 2020 before you had a chance to take a medal home with you. Your memory of this game was very blurry.

All you really remember of this day were the tears and your girlfriends strong arms around you. Your eyes were red and swollen from crying so much when you plainly stated; “Lucy… I failed.“

“You didn’t fail, you lost. Those are two very different things.“, she had answered while trying to wipe away some of your tears with her thumbs.

You tried to push out her hug, annoyed; “Oh, and that makes it so much better?“ But Lucy had never let go, “Yes, it does.“ “Why?“ “You will get it when you get over the pain.“

Then you remembered finally losing your tenseness and sinking deeper into her hug. New hot tears were welling in your eyes; “But it hurts so much right now… Maybe I should end it here, let the younger tennis players take over.“

“And then?“, Lucy had asked.

“I don’t know. Giving up seems like the easiest way to stop the pain…“

She had determinedly shaken her head, “You’re not done yet.“ “I need to think about it…“, was all you said because it was the last thing you wanted to talk about, you wanted to get out of the conversation as soon as possible.

You just needed her to hold you. And Lucy could feel that; “Take your time before you make that decision.“ “Alright.“

With a serious face the male tv journalist was turning to the expert who was watching the game with him: “Do you think it was the last time we saw her at the Olympics? She said she’ll think about it in her post-match interview?”

“Yes, I think that’s it for her. She’s at the peak of her career. It’s only reasonable to stop playing now.”

“Don’t worry for everyone who’s watching now we’ll keep you updated on that but for now we’re heading to swimming where the next medals want to be won.”, he continued, the smile returning to his face.

Those men thought you were done but you knew better, their sureness about you giving up only fuelled your passion to keep going and try again next time.

The gold medal was in reach, closer than ever and knowing this motivated you the upcoming years.

Something you and your girlfriend had in common was the mindset of always wanting to win.

2024 The Olympics in Paris

“Will you be watching my tennis match later, Luce?”, you asked the defender.

Of course Lucy knew how important this half final was to you, so she reassured you with her reply: “ Sure. I might be a bit late. I’m coming straight from training. But I’ll watch.”

“Thank you.”

Knowing the football player will be watching made the pressure on your chest felt a little lighter.

Shaking her head softly, Lucy said: “It*s nothing.”

“Who knows, we both might end in the Olympics final of two different sports.”, you winked through the video call with your girlfriend.

A warm laugh escaped from the defender’s lips: “Who knows. Everything’s possible at this point.”

“See you afterwards.”, you told her after looking at the time.

A huge grin was appearing on the Barcelona player’s face as she answered:“ See you.”

While you were warming up for your match, your girlfriend was just ending her training session with her team. She took a quick shower and started to get dressed. With a glance towards the clock in their dressing room, Leah reminded her; “Luce, you got to hurry up to see your girl play the match of her career!“ “Yeah, I know.“, Lucy replied calmly, slipping into her shoes. Millie watched her in disbelief; “Then what are you waiting for?“ “Yeah, I’m basically running.“, she laughed and grabbed her bag. Before she could leave the dressing room, Jordan kept up with her; “Wait, we’re coming with you to support your girlfriend.“ “Alright, but we have to hurry now.“ Lauren James nodded obediently; “Let’s go!“

Your match was just starting when the football players reached their seats. After the first serves, Leah bent over to Lucy; “She will win it this time, Lucy.“ “You don’t know that yet.“, she shook her head, never taking her eyes off you.

Lucy watched most of your match in silence. She was too tense, hoping and wishing that this game will end in your favour and that all the hard work will finally pay off.

Again, it was Leah who spoke as soon as the last ball hit your opponents side of the court, sealing your win. “I told you so!“, she yelled at Lucy, genuinely happy. Clapping and cheering erupted from the football players.

The excitement that Lucy felt deep in her chest for you, didn’t reach her face yet, so she just stood up to leave her seat; “Excuse me, girls.“

When you saw her standing there, right between your dressing room and the court, you couldn’t stop yourself from running into her arms; “Lucy!“ “You made it!“, she finally smiled. Now that she had realized what just happened, her face could barely contain her pride and happiness.

“Yes, and you were right, I’m not done yet.”, you whispered excitedly into her ear.

Beaming the defender stroke one wild string of your hair back: “I know you! I knew there was more to come for you.”

“I’d never have been here on the way to the final if you, my coach and family did not believe in me.”, you confessed, heart still pounding loudly in your ear.

Determined Lucy shook her head: “No. This is your win.”

You knew you were required to answer some questions, so you quickly kissed your girlfriend goodbye for now before heading to your media duties: “Sorry, I got to go and give a few interviews.”

The football player knew this all too well because she was an professional athlete aswell, that’s why she released you from your hug even though Lucy would have preferred to hold you a little longer: “I’ll meet you afterwards.”

Confidently you faced the press: “Well you did not see the last of me and you all were so convinced I’d never come back but here I’m.”

“I guess we were wrong about that.”, one journalist shouted back.

A bit less cocky you announced: “So I’m ready to answer you guys’ question.”

“How does it feel?”, a female reporter asked.

Your eyes looked dreamy while you replied: “It feels amazing. I always dreamed of being in the Olympics final and I still can’t believe that this dream is coming true.”

“You’ve been waiting for this for four years now. Your opponent was the favourite in these Olympics. Does it make this win even better?”

You waited a moment to gather your thoughts before you told the journalist: “It kind of does, especially because she’s currently the number one in the world and I really admire her talent. So yes, it makes this win taste even better. And the fact that my loved ones were here to watch this means the world to me.”  

“We saw a few of the lioness’s watch. Including your girlfriend. She must be very proud.”, one of them remarked, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

“Yes, I think Lucy is quite proud. Actually, she’s very impatiently waiting behind the cameras for me to be done so we can celebrate my win together.”

For a moment you could see your girlfriend grinning about the comment you made in front of the press, Lucy was not known for her patience.

The journalist opposite you couldn’t contain a smile; “In that case, we won’t keep you any longer. Congratulations on that win again and best of luck to the lionesses for their game tomorrow as well.“ “Oh, don’t worry. Lucy will do anything to win the upcoming games with her teammates. Good night to you all. See you after the final. Hopefully smiling again.“

With a confident smile, you left your place in front of the press and were immediately greeted by Lucys hug. She carefully kissed the top of your head with as grin; “Hey.“

“Hey.“, you smiled back.

Clearly amused, she raised her eyebrows; “Advertising for our game after your own win?“

“Of course. And I’ll be there cheering for you girls in the stands too.“, you laughed. “That’s real sportsmanship.“ You nodded; “As it should be! Girls support girls.“ “What about girlfriends supporting girlfriends?“, Lucy asked with a smirk on her lips.

For a second you grimaced, “I guess they know that you’re my girlfriend now… Hope you don’t mind that.“ You could feel your cheeks flush, but Lucy calmly shook her head; “I don’t. We never made it a secret anyway. And now I can do that.“ Before you knew what she was talking about, she pulled you closer and passionately pressed her lips on yours.

You laughed into the kiss; “You could not wait for this, huh?“ “No.“ “Lucky for you, me neither.“ Lucy took that as a signal to take your hand and nod in the direction of the exit; “Want to leave? And celebrate your win?“ “Yes, please.“, you replied as you let her drag you along. “Let’s go then.“

[ben-talks-art]

Lin Beifong has no wins in Legend Of Korra

Something that always bothered me in regards to the way this series treated the character of Lin was the fact that it never felt like any of Lin's victories actually gave the feeling of being victories.

Maybe it's because it's been years since I watched this show, and I'm being selective in what I choose to remember, and I'm just unintentioanlly choosing to remember the bad over the good... but it feels like this series just felt a lot more comfortable dunking on Lin than actually trying to raise her up... And that kinda annoys me a little.

Lin is part of this character achetype that I like to call "The Antisocials", people who, because of personal events in their past, prefer to avoid or have trouble dealing with others. She's basically meant to be the "Zuko" of the team.

I really like this trope, and I really like to see the earth element getting some love, so I was really excited to see Lin getting her moments to shine and kick some ass in the series... Which... for some reason doesn't feel all that prevalent.

Now, don't get me wrong, when Lin needs to fight, she WILL fight, and she looks cool while doing it... But when it comes to her more memorable moments, her getting defeated sadly feels more frequent than her getting some victories.

Like... Let's take a moment to count her Ls:

She got dumped by Tenzin after another woman seduced him

A terrorist started to attack her city and kept getting away from her

She was unable to stop her men from getting captured and losing their powers

Eventually she herelf got captured and lost her bending

She's constantly getting mocked and looked down upon by other characters

Her own sister left a scar on her face while committing a crime and faced basically no consequences, only to years later have a life filled with success while Lin is all alone

Her own mother acts like she couldn't care less about her struggles

Neither of the two ever gave Lin a proper apology and instead just tried to pull an Mirabel from "Encanto" and tell her to get over it

She basically played no role in all of season 2

And when she tired to face her family about her problems she was simply treated as the one in the wrong

Now let's count her "wins:"

She allowed Tenzin's family to get away from Amon in season 1... At the cost of her getting captured... Only for the family itself to get caught later anyway

She saved Korra from falling, which allowed Amon to get away with her men

In season 3 she gets clobbered by the combustion woman so her sister can land the finishing blow

and In season 4 she tries to rescue her family, only to nearly fail and needing to be saved by her mother, who proceeds to give her the most bare-bones of moments of reconciliation, because God forbid we let our fan-favorite character from the first series show a little humility for her own daughter in her moment of weakness

It just felt like the show was afraid of ever letting Lin be a badass and giving her a real win moment.

It doesn't even need to be a battle win. She could have had a moment with Korra where she teaches her some life lesson, or teach her how to metal bend and listen to the earth, or she could have had some scenes where her actions save the day, like, how come she never gets to save her sister and mother but both of them end up saving her? Or even some character moments like her bonding with Mako, or Tenzin's kids or something... I don't think she even really interacts with anyone in a meaningfull way.

If you were to ask me who her best friend in the series was, I would have no idea what to say.

Her biggest "win" in the series was getting to wake up all happy after "solving" her personal demons, an act she achieved by... fighting her sister and venting out all her anger, I guess.

I don't know if it's just me but Lin's victories on the show all feel so shallow, as if they were telling us she was achieving things instead of actually feeling like she was. At times, she felt like the show's punching bag. Insted of being the Zuko of the story, she came more as the Squidward.

Someone who's there just to lose to the villains and make them look strong and making other characters look cool while they save her with her big lesson being that she needs to learn to be less grumpy.

Lin should be so easy to make cool! Like, you see her design, her powers and abilities, her personality, her verstility for several different types of action scenes and versatility for also different interactions with the rest of the cast...

But instead it felt like they were throwing darts at a wall trying to pick a different way to dunk on her every time, as if they were afraid of makiing her too cool.

I don't know, maybe I'm just being salty and petty because I wish more had been done with her and that's causing me to only focus on the negatives, making them look and sound a lot worse than they actually were, while also ignoring all the big positives about her time on the screen...

But sometimes it felt to me like the show was more interested in hyping up everyone else and giving them a moment to shine over Lin.

Like, again, her own sister got to take down one of the big members of the Red Lotus, and she basically becomes one of the main characters in season 4, while Toph gets to train and help heal Korra.

These two got to look so much cooler in just two seasons than Lin got to look in all 4, and I can't even fully enjoy them being cool because all I keep thinking when I look at them is "You two did Lin dirty."

If they had had an actual honest earned moment of reconciliation, I feel like I would be in heaven watching both of them kicking ass, cause again, I love the earth element, but instead I would just be "God, I wish this was Lin doing all this cool stuff instead."

I'm not exactly sure what the mindset was behind the way they wanted to handle her, not sure if there was studio interference, or mismanagement, or if Nickelodeon's meddling affected things, or what...

I'm just trying to say, I feel like Lin deserved better. I still like her character a lot but I can't help but feel even more could have been done with her.

[ghoulreaper38]

the ghouls + watching you try a bj shot.

got this idea in my mind somehow and had to see it through 🫡 pray for me chat

pairings : the ghoul (cooper howard) x fem!reader | john hancock x fem!reader.

warnings : reader is afab—no descriptions given BUT honey, hun, pretty(lady), girly, babes, sweetheart, and sunshine are all used as nicknames ! references to blowjobs / suggestive themes / alcohol use / chem use / mild mature content / profanity.

The Ghoul (Cooper Howard) 1.7k words

Settling into an actual room for the night is exactly what you’ve been needing. Cooper had been dragging you around the wasteland with him for days now, so you actually felt relieved at the first signs of a radstorm approaching overhead. It wasn’t common to get any sort of storms at all in the desert, but maybe luck was finally on your side.

You would’ve been fine with just getting some rest in an abandoned shelter out of the direct sunlight and stifling heat, but the added luck of coming across an establishment with room accommodations and entertainment was more than welcome. And, you even managed to become a new acquaintance to the lovely bartender.

Speaking of, you took your shower first after settling in, thankful that the Frontier Alehouse and Inn even had the type of facilities to allow you to do so. And while it had been a much needed self care moment, you were now sitting in the part-lounge part-bar area of the old building while Cooper stayed back in the room to wash up as well.

You expected to order yourself a drink or two and plot out the next destination for you and your companion, but surprisingly the bartender offers you some great company.

She’s a young woman as well just like yourself, but she’s got a confidence to her that you aspire to learn for yourself. In just the eight minutes you’ve spent at the bar, you’ve already witnessed her set two burly men in their place without so much as batting an eye at their threats.

“So, what’d you say brought you here to the old alehouse?” she asks as she refills your mug with ice cold beer. Another welcome commodity.

“Just passing through until my companion and I head out for our next job. The radstorm made us stop here for the night,” you explain as you take a small sip of your beverage.

“Well how lucky is that?” she says with a grin as she polishes a freshly rinsed rocks glass in her hands. “One thing we’re known for around here is our specialty drinks menu. We offer unique flavors and challenges for any wandering travelers willing to put their drinkin’ to the test.”

You swallow another sip of your beer and tilt your head curiously at her. “A specialty menu sounds great, but challenges? What’re those like?” you ask as she passes you a small menu with the names of many drinks you don’t recall ever having heard of, and you can’t imagine what they would taste like.

She smiles at you excitedly as she taps at one of the drinks on the list. “Okay so for example, here we have what we call a flaming shot. We use vodka for this one. If you can take it in one go and not react, at least outwardly, it’s on the house,” she explains.

“Hm, really? So, the game is trying to take these special shots successfully, and if you do then you get them for free?”

“Exactly! It’s a win-win honestly, people come from all over just to try them. And once you build up such a great relationship with ‘em, they keep coming back as regulars. Brings in the business,” she says as she refills a drink for a guy a few stools away from you, before returning to your area.

“So, what say you, honey? Wanna give one a try?” she smirks, leaning over the bartop as she watches you curiously.

You laugh softly as you glance at the menu again. “Hmm, I mean…” The bottom of the menu explains that each shot is around five caps if you fail a challenge, so you shrug and decide to roll the dice. “Okay, sure, why not?” you smile, finishing off your beer and sliding the glass over to the side. “Which one should I go for?”

She claps excitedly as she snatches up the menu. “I know the perfect one. We call it a blowjob shot,” she laughs. “It’s made up of an almond-flavored liqueur, our take on Irish cream, and our famous whipped cream. You take it with no hands and in one go. You know, to really let it live up to its name,” she smirks. “Wanna try?”

You laugh shyly at the idea and think it over for a moment. You suppose it could be a fun experience… “Um, okay! I’ll try it,” you smile, laughing again when she calls you ‘the best’ and blows you a kiss, getting right to work on your drink.

The sound of boots against the floorboards beside you catches your attention, and you smile brightly when you notice Cooper’s joining you at the bar.

“Oh, you’re done! Just in time too, I’m about to earn myself a free shot,” you joke as he takes a seat next to you and scoffs.

“Is that right? And what’d you gotta do to get that deal?” he asks with a suggestive gleam in his eyes. You sigh and shake your head, waving him off lazily.

“Oh, you’ll see~” you tease as you watch the bartender, Janet, prepare your shot.

Cooper raises an eyebrow at the mysterious drink she’s working on. “The fuck did you order?”

“Just you wait a damn minute and you’ll see for yourself, oldie. Like she already said,” Janet chastises as she wags a finger at the ghoul. You suppress your laugh behind your hand as he grumbles grumpily and orders himself a glass a whiskey from the other bartender a few steps away.

Cooper’s become a big softie since traveling with you, you’ve noticed. He’s much less quick to jump into battle—and you admire that. He’s got a big heart whether he’s willing to admit it or not, and you’d do anything to let him express it, even if it’s in his own unique ways.

“Okay one special shot for this pretty lady right here,” Janet announces as she slides the shot in front of you. You notice a trail of whipped cream dripping down the side of the glass and give her an unsure glance.

“Start there, hun,” she says with a smirk, moving her eyes from you to the bottom of the shot glass. You laugh as you realize the implication, glancing warily to the ghoul beside you. It’s making you a bit nervous to do this shot with Cooper watching you, especially since he’s got no clue what he’s about to have a front row seat to.

You’ve noticed the way Cooper watches you when he thinks you’re not looking, and you’ve certainly felt the temptation between the two of you on your journey together. You’ve already tried flirting with him in passing before too, hoping he’d reciprocate the attraction you feel for him, but he never budges. You think maybe now you’ll finally get a more satisfying reaction out of him—you just hope you don’t mess up.

Cooper stares at the glass with furrowed eyebrows, to him it just looks like a messy presentation, but you seem to like it if the twinkle in your eyes is anything to go by.

“Ready to try your luck, girly?” Janet asks as she pulls out a an old bell from beneath the bar counter.

“Mhm! Just say when,” you reply, bracing yourself for the moment.

Janet taps the bell and it rings out loudly into the air. A few of the other patrons around the bar look over to watch the challenge, and the second bartender joins Janet at your end of the bar, to help judge how you do.

“Ah, good choice,” the guy chuckles as he notices which shot you’ve chosen to try out. You offer them each a small smile as you clasp your hands together behind your back.

“And… Go!” Janet cheers, rooting for you through and through.

You immediately lean forward at her cue and start at the bottom of the glass. You smile as you run your tongue up from the bottom of the shot glass to the top, and then lower your mouth completely over the top of it. You catch Cooper’s eye for just a brief pause, and his gaze burns into you. You immediately glance away and toss your head back with the shot in your mouth, as you successfully take it all in one swig. You grab the glass deftly with your fingers and slam it down onto the bartop as the crowd around you cheers loudly into the room, claps and whoops resounding around at your first victory.

“One victory for you, babes, I knew you could do it!” Janet grins as she slides the five caps you laid out back to your side of the bar.

“Thank you! That was great, you’re amazing at what you do,” you compliment.

Janet goes back to serving the other guests drinks after that, and you find yourself left with just the ghoul beside you as company.

It’s silent for a long moment between the two of you. You can’t find it in yourself to even look towards him, so you instead focus on putting your caps away.

“Took that shot there pretty well, I’d say,” Cooper suddenly drawls out lowly, his voice smokey as usual. “No hands either, ain’t that somethin’?” he chuckles.

You finally turn your head to look at him and feel your heart race at the way his dark eyes watch you so intently.

“Got somethin’ else you can try your luck at, too, sweetheart,” he teases. Your eyes widen at the implication and you nearly gasp, feeling your face heat up under his watchful gaze.

“I do gotta warn you though,” he says, a curt laugh slipping past his scarred lips. “What I offer might just be a little bigger than you’re used to takin’, pretty.”

You take in his appearance beside you where he’s leaned back comfortably on the stool, legs sprawled out like he owns the place. You can’t help the way your body heats up at the attention he gives you.

“Now what do ’ya say? Wanna give this ‘ol ghoul a shot?” he smirks lecherously.

You nod your head immediately, taking the hand he offers to you without a second thought. A silly wink from Janet off to the side makes you smile victoriously for a whole different reason than before.

He leads you through the lounge and to the ‘inn’ part of the building, where the two of you had rented a room for ten caps. And when the door closes behind you, the lock clicked right into place, you can hardly contain your desire for what comes next.

John Hancock <1000 words

The Colonial Taphouse has got nothing on the Third Rail, if you were to ask Hancock. But when it comes to visiting diamond city, it’s one of the best places they got.

It’s late one evening after a long day of traveling with you, and to be quite honest, Hancock is exhausted. When the two of you finally stopped into the city for the night, Hancock was more than welcome to the idea of getting some drinks in his system before a long, warm sleep consumes him.

Now, after enjoying some mentats and ordering himself a drink to wind down with in the corner of the tavern, Hancock finally feels at ease.

It’s a nice night in the wasteland, all things considered. He’s got a drink, chasin’ a high, and if he looks over towards the bartop, he’s got a pretty amazing view of you, too. Even with your back turned to him, just seeing the side of your face every now and again, along with the sweet sound of your laugh filling the air, well, it’s all plenty enough for this ghoul. What can he say? He’s a simple kind of guy.

He knew you’d been wanting to stop in here for some time now. Apparently you and Darcy had been making up some pretty unusual drink ideas, and you’d finally managed to get all the supplies you needed to try them out. More of a chem user himself, he didn’t focus much on the details. Still, just seeing you out and about and clearly happy with your little friends fills him with a sense of pride.

That’s my girl, he thinks as he takes another long swig of his drink. He rests his head back against the wall behind him and lets his eyes fall closed, a relaxed sigh escaping him as he fully relishes in this rare moment of peace.

The bartop where you and Darcy sit is scattered with many different ingredients. You brought a lucky find you copped—some almond extract. And Darcy managed to get her hands on a cream-based liqueur to pair with it. And, of course, some yummy homemade whipped cream had also made the cut. The two of you were bristling with excitement at the idea of these shots. You’d been inspired by an old recipe you remembered from before back in the prewar days. When you explained it to Darcy as the ‘bj shot’ she found it both funny and fitting, and you agreed to try it out for yourselves.

“Okay, these are all done! They look pretty good for being wasteland shots,” you say with a smile as you examine the fluffy cream on top of the shot glass.

“Mhm, but now… you should come join us over here, Hancock,” Darcy calls as she turns to give the mayor a mischievous grin.

“And why’s that? Thought you ladies were havin’ a girl’s night,” Hancock says as he stands from his seat slowly and makes his way to the bar.

He wraps his arms around you from behind when he reaches you, kissing you on the cheek slyly as he looks over your shoulder at the concoction before you.

“Whaddya got there?” he asks, taking a curious look towards the shot glass.

“It’s a secret,” you reply with the most innocent smile you can conjure up.

“Interesting choice so far,” he laughs gravelly. “What’s next?” he takes a curious glance from you to Darcy, who’s hiding her wide smile behind her palm, pretending to focus her attention on the bartender instead of you and Hancock.

“Well, Darcy will take hers while I take mine. Just make sure you keep a close eye on me while I do,” you wink, adjusting your hair and then glancing to the woman beside you.

“Alright then, ready?” Darcy asks. You nod excitedly and then the bartender calls out loudly for the both of you to start.

While Darcy does her shot monitored by the bartender, you and Hancock have your own special moment.

You fold your hands behind your back as you lean down towards your drink, and smile at Hancock teasingly as you circle your tongue around the sugary rim of the shot glass slowly. He immediately straightens his posture and stares at you with intensely dark and slightly dazed eyes. You hum softly—playfully—at the yummy taste of the sugar, delighted with the way Hancock watches you longingly play out your little show. Then, your lips wrap around the shot glass and you jerk your head back in one quick move, downing the contents of the drink in one gulp.

When you take the glass from your mouth and gently set it back to the bartop, Hancock slides directly into your side and whispers in your ear lowly, “Think that’s enough fun for you tonight, sunshine. You’ve got me all worked up here, you know,” he uneasily chuckles, seemingly a bit embarrassed at his situation. “I say it’s only fair that you come and help a fella out, yeah?” Hancock suggests as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and then pulls away.

You notice the way he adjusts his pants just slightly and then heads for the door. You’re already up from your stool and following after him before you even register Darcy giggling and shouting after you two, a teasing, ‘have fun and be safe’. You wave her off with a little laugh and then take Hancock’s hand when you step outside of the Taphouse.

Finding a room for the night is easy enough, and the hard part is making sure the two of you don’t get too rowdy. But with Hancock of all people, that’s a nearly impossible task. Still, simply being thoroughly satisfied and embraced in his arms by morning light is more than enough to convince you. You’d do it all over again even if you did have to pay an extra five caps for the disruptions.

[firefern6]

Circe’s Guardian (tw: mentions of suicide)

Circe realizes that her ability to thwart men from hurting her nymph is only as good as she can prepare for them. While she wants to have help in protecting her nymphs, she doesn’t want to put her nymphs into more danger, and knows that acquiring the help of an adult human could lead to turning on her and the nymphs, so she decides to raise a guardian (read: steal a child).

She calls a favor from Helios to help her find the best possible option. 

Helios sees the ‘Odysseus failing insanity’ incident, and reports this to Circe, who decides that such intelligence and love for family must be genetic (because the gods probably have no idea of human development).

Circe pulls a Mother Gothel and kidnaps Telemachus, but unlike Mother Gothel, Circe raises Telemachus with the kind of love he’ll need to protect the nymphs. 

Telemachus sees the nymphs as his aunts and sisters, with Circe as his mom, and Circe never hesitates to tell him that he was hand selected to help protect the nymphs.

After a close call when Telemachus was much younger, he quickly picks up methods to do do this (though Circe would like to wait until he’s older). 

Methods include:

Watching the strangers on the beach to ensure they stay there

If any venture in the island he’ll try to make them turn back by moving around the trees all creepy-like (making sailors think the island is haunted).

If that doesn’t work, then he goes straight to Circe with the speed and efficiency that only a little gremlin raised on the island can have.

Circe can’t seems to talk him out of this, so these are the terms they’ve agreed on

When the Circe Sage hits, Telemachus is around 11.

Puppeteer happens like it does in canon, except Eury tells Odysseus that he opened the wind bag.

Eurylochus explains that he didn’t to cause the storm, he just wanted to let out a little bit to prove to the others that there was no treasure. Ody’s still mad because - you know - all but 43 men are left, and this happened right off the coast of home. Ody sends Eury on the patrol just to get him out of his sight while he calms down. (and by that I mean Polities calms him down.)

Either Telemachus doesn’t show up to the patrol, or Eurylochus forgot to mention him, but either way, Odysseus goes to save the men that were turned to pigs.

He runs into Telemachus (who only refers to himself as Little Cub) and the kid tries to get him to turn back, but Ody brings up the argument that Circe is the queen of the nymphs, and Odysseus is the king of his men, so the need to protect is mutual.

Ody doesn’t recognize Tel because as far as he’s aware, Telemachus is safe at home with Penelope and the girl squad.

Telemachus witnesses the events of Wouldn’t You Like, and rushes to tell Circe about it all before Odysseus gets to the palace.

Circe basically tells Odysseus that she knows about the Moly, and the two talk it out, Circe agreeing to help the men, and Ody swearing to not hurt the nymphs.

Polities and Eury take one good look at Telemachus, and realize that the girl squad is halfway through a 10/10 panic attack. They say nothing since Ody’s already in bad shape, and they don’t want to risk pissing off Circe.

Circe quickly sees the similarities as well, and after Helios confirms her suspicions, she realizes that she’s gonna lose her guardian.

Seeing as how the crew just got ravaged by Poseidon, many of the men are hurt, and everyone’s exhausted, the crew stay on the island for a while patching up the men, then fixing the ship, and planning the route to the underworld, then home.

In this time, Odysseus come to realize that this gremlin of a child is his gremlin of a child, and Done For gets rewritten in the context of a custody battle. 

Circe wins by reminding Odysseus that the whole reason he’s on this island is because he pissed off Poseidon, so a ship may not be safe for a child. Odysseus agrees, and figures out alternatives, all of which hinge on him getting home. Circe gives him extra potions to help with this, one of which more important than the others.

When the crew leaves, Circe creates an amulet that allows Telemachus to teleport to Ithaca and Aeaea, so that he can meet his birth family and stay connected to her.

Telemachus goes home, reunites with the girl squad, and informs them of the crew’s situation, which brings relief to Penelope and Ctimene, and just in time to stop Anticlea from another ending herself attempt (Penelope and Ctimene have had to stop her several times at this point)

Despite their best efforts, the suitors start to come. Telemachus, who was raised to protect the nymphs, drives many of the suitors away Kevin McAllister style (if you know, you know).

Back with the crew, the events play closer to the actual Odyssey, so the six men to Scylla were purely by random, and not by Odysseus’ doing, although the golden cow killing was more of an accident. The ship as a whole gets sent to Calypso’s island.

Despite the crew’s best efforts, Calypso takes a greater liking in Odysseus, and he slowly but surly looses his mind.

Back to Ithaca, the Wisdom Saga plays out how it did, with some slight changes in context with this version of events.

While not at 108, the suitors that remain have come to the conclusion that unruly witch Telemachus (because of course the kid’s been staying close to mama Circe) is just in need of a good father figure. AKA: they’ll slap him around for his shenanigans after marrying Penelope.

After being released from Calypso’s island, many of the men stay as they don’t have anything/anyone waiting for them back in Ithaca, they’re just done with the sailing, and they like the island.

The skeleton crew that does go home does what they can to help Odysseus get his mind back in order.

Lots of this help comes in the form of Circe’s potions (save for the special one which is used in 600 Strikes, making the water some serious level of acidic which only makes the stabbing worse.)

Finally back at Ithaca, the challenge happens, the suitors get killed, and Odysseus, Eurylochus, and Polities are finally reunited with the girl squad, and Telemachus.

[mousy-muses13]

MDNI 18+ This chapter gets a little spicy

Chapter 6

Viola

I walk into the kitchen to have breakfast with the boys. Happy I woke up in time today for it. Also happy because I get to finally contact my sister. I sit down at the table and my smile falls. Todays breakfast is a full English breakfast. I thought the whole beans on toast thing was a myth. 

“What’s wrong Bonnie ye were all smiles a sec ago.” I look up at Johnny and see he has a shit eating grin on his face. I have a feeling they are all in on it. I squint my eyes at him and I take my fork and I cut into the bread and scoop up the bean and I take the bite. I chew it up and shallow. The taste isn’t so bad my the texture is horrible. Once he sees that I shallowed the piece he loses his smile. “ Damn it lass, I really ‘ought I was going to win that bet.”

“ Oh this was a bet. Your shit eating grin gave it away. If this was a bet does that mean I have to finish this because I rather not. No offense John. It taste great just don’t like the texture of beans on toast.” John tells me no and puts a plate with eggs with sausage and peppers on the table in front of me. “ So what was the bet? Also if we are making bets I have one.”

“The bet was to see if you would set there and eat it or if you would refuse. Soap thought you would refuse like most Americans who come over the pond do. Soap now has to clean our boots. You want to make a bet. What are you willing to wager?” Kyle smiles at the idea he would win a bet with me. He is going to find out really fast that I never lose a bet. 

“ If I win I want to go for Chinese food the first night we can leave off base. If you win I let you be the first one in my nest.” His eyes widen and his scent thickens. I have him for sure.

KG: What is the bet?

VS: Before Kate came here to talk to you men she stopped by my cottage and stole my favorite scarf so you guys would have a sample of my scent. I just have to guess who has it correctly. 

JP: Don’t do it Kyle. She’ll win.

KG: You have a 75% chance at failing are you sure.

VS: Yes

KG: Find deal

We shake hands and I answer’ “ Soap has it and I don’t want it back. He has actively sought out my scent like he can’t get enough. I can hear him take a deep inhale through his nose whenever I pass. When he gets a really good whiff he looks like a puppy. It’s cute so I just haven’t said anything yet.” Kyle looks to Simon and John and they put their hands up and shake their heads as a way of saying that don’t have at. He looks over to Soap who is as red and a tomato right now. 

“How did you deduct that so quickly? You’ve only been here almost two days.” Kyle is flabbergasted and I can’t help but chuckle.

“ I’ve literally got paid to watch people and note how they react. In the last three years I’ve had to watch and observe everyone around to make sure I wasn’t being followed or watched.” I shrug at the end of my responds. 

“On another subject, you get to talk to your sister today. How do you get in touch with her? Also do you know what you are going to tell her? You can’t exactly say the whole truth I can imagine a lot of things are classified.” Simon pulls the conversation towards my long awaited phone call.

“I have an idea. I’ve gotten used to know what I can and can’t say through the years. I’ve gone no contact before for missions I just hope she can forgive me and understands that I was put in a tough spot. When I’m not on a mission or deployment it’s just through my iPhone. When I”m on a long term and I have a moment of respite a sat phone.” I’m starting to inch to get to a phone to call her. I want to hear her voice again. “ Has Kate gave an update on how I can call?”

“ No Dove, I’m just going to assume it’s however we can. I think Kyle has an iPad somewhere.” Kyle nods and get up to go find it I assume. “ I have to go to the admin building to go do paperwork. Johnny will be here with you today. The goal is to try not to leave you alone until you are all settled and your omega is regulated. Hopefully by then we can get you out on the courses so we can see where you are at after being out for three years.” John is such a strong and natural leader. He always seems to have a plan. No wonder he is pack alpha he is a natural at it.

“It’s charged and ready to go Luv. You just keep it after you’re done. Just till we can get you your own phone I wrote the passwords down on a stickie note.” He hands me the iPad. I get up and speed run to my room. 

I set the tablet on the desk and open it up to the home screen. I find the video chat app and I enter in my sisters number. She promised to never change her number so I can always contact her no matter where in the world I am. The speakers play the ringing sounds. I hope she picks up, I didn’t even consider the time zone difference. If its 06:00 here in the UK it must be 22:00 in California. She should be awake. The waiting room changes and I see her face. Tears start to fall a little when I see her blue eyes and blonde hair. “ Viola is that you?” 

“Yes it’s me, Ella.” She starts to cry when I speak to her. Wiping her eyes she tells me.

ES: You’re a hoe. You know that. What the fuck happened the last three years? Your boss said she could only tell me that you are MIA and nothing more.

VS: In hiding. It has to do with my job in a sense. There is another thing. ( She started to wave her hand for me to spill the tea) I presented as an omega. I also have a pack and I’m in the UK. That is about all I can tell you. 

ES: I thought you looked fat ( We both start laughing) Can you at least tell me if they are hot?

VS: They are all so hot. Being an omega is making me so much more hornier than before. Also they all smell so good.

ES: Where does you being an omega leave you with the army?

VS: I would assume discharged. At least here in the Uk with the SAS I can at least be a civilian contractor for now.

ES: Do you think this pack is going to be permanent for you? Are they going to let you continue working in that field?

VS: They are an established pack and a task force themselves. I’ve actually helped them in the past before. The pack alpha already wants me to be out on the training courses on base. You do know your older sister is quite desirable ok. Enough about me what has been going on with you. I know you’ve graduated collage. Catch me up on the tea

ES: I graduated with a Bachelors in biology and I work as a physician assistant now. Funny enough I work at an omega clinic. I just broke up with my dickhead boyfriend. He said I love my job more than him. I told him he wasn’t wrong.( Of course she did.) Can I please tell mom you're safe and ok? She is worried about you.

VS: Is she still getting high?(she looks away from the camera. I don’t even need her to tell me I already know) No Ella you can’t. I don’t want her to know anything about my life if she can’t even stay clean to be involved in it. She doesn’t get to be a mother when she feel likes it or when the drug haze clears before her next hit and she definitely doesn’t get to know about my life through you. If she wants to know she needs to get and stay clean. I’ll call you when I get my own phone. I’ve only been recivilizes for two days now. I love you talk to you soon. 

ES: I love you too ViVi.

I hang up and I wipe a stray tear away. She looks so good and healthy. I miss her hugs. I could really use one of them right about now. I pick up the iPad and move to the bed. I see the tablet already has Netflix so I open it up and see what I’ve missed over three years.

A knock on my door gets my attention away from my binge of love island. I open the door and see Johnny. “ Lunch is ready lass and you need to eat since you barely ate any breakfast.” I nod and follow him to the kitchen. Now that I think about it, I am kinda hungry. My omega is preening in my head at the fact he is keeping track of how little we ate this morning. I get to the table in the kitchen and see an array of fruits and veggies. There is also cheese and crackers. “ I read som’ere that in Italy it’s more customary to eat an array of different fruits and cheeses with bread and crackers. I thought you would like it today.” I can tell he is trying so hard not to blush.

“ Did you also read that a spread this nice is to be shared with good company? Join me please.” I motion for him to sit opposite of me at the table. I pick up some grapes and pop them into my mouth. The grapes so juicy and ripe, I wonder how they can get such ripe grapes here in rainy England. 

“ What is something that you’ve always wanted to do but couldn’t ‘cause of the job?” Johnny asks me a question I never thought I would ever answer. It’s surprising coming from Johnny. He grabs some cheese and crackers looking at me waiting for a response.

“ I would want to lay on a beach somewhere topical and read romance books with a Pina colada.” It’s hard to travel in our positions. Monsters don’t stop just because you take a break.

“ Will there be a bikini?” I just roll my eyes and laugh.

“Maybe, Only if I can have unlimited Pina Coladas.”

“Then it’s a deal.” We both laugh and then go back to eating lunch. We finish eating and I head back to my room. My omega just keeps knocking in the back of my mind that something isn’t right. I look around the room and I try to pick up on what could be bugging her. I could go ask Johnny if has any idea. He did say he has two omega sisters so he might know. No, I can’t go to the boys whenever there is something wrong with her. I need to figure it out myself. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm down and listen to her. I read somewhere that doing this helps determine if your omega is anxious from danger or anxious because there is a comfort issue. When I take in a second deep inhale through my nose and I feel her wanting to nest. I open my eyes and head over to my bed. I start rearranging the blankets and pillows. I strip the bed and remake it I don’t know how many times. I can’t make it right. Why can’t I figure out what’s missing? I can feel myself slipping away. I’m having a hard time controlling my breathing or thoughts. I can hear my mothers voice saying I’m useless and stupid. I can hear her horrible laugh.

All of a sudden feel arms around me pulling me away from my bed and I smell the forest. Johnny is here I turn in his arms and he moves my head into the crook of his neck. I inhale the smell of pine and leaves and I am already able to even my breathes out. “Shhhh Bonnie it’s ok. Let’s go to the living room ok you need a break.” I just nod at Johnny. His voice is smooth and calming. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his torso. He moves us to the living room and sits down on the couch. He doesn’t make a move to get me off of him, instead he moves his hands to my back and rubs it in an up and down motion. We stay like this for a while before he speaks, “Hey lass what happened back there?”

“ A panic attack. I haven’t had one in almost two years.” I don’t move from his neck, he smells to safe to move. I nuzzle my nose further to where his scent is the strongest. His neck vibrates and I can tell he is holding back a moan. 

“I know that was a panic attack but why is your room a mess lass? Were you trying to build a nest?” I nod again. “I take it nothing was working out for you.”

“ I feel like it’s missing things and I don’t know what things. She isn’t much help either. All I keep getting is an impulsive inch” I tell Johnny after I pull out of his neck. “How did you know something was wrong?”

“You were whining. I heard it when I left my room.” I must look at him when he said whining “ it’s something you or your omega makes you do to alert your alphas that something is wrong. Alpha have an instinctual reaction to go seek the omega out and fix the problem.” So that’s what he meant. I can’t believe I actually do that.

I put my face back in his neck just like I did with John and I relax into Johnny and I breathe in his scent. Pine starts to fill my senses and it becomes addicting. I need more of it so I nuzzle even more into his neck. I run my nose up and down the side of neck. Johnny lets out a moan and I smile just a little. I feel his bulge under my pussy. His pine scent grows more heavy as time goes. I add pressure onto his bulge and I feel just how big it is. My omega keeps urging me to do more so I listen and I start to suck on his scent gland and rub his bulge with my barley clothed pussy. Only a pair of linen short protect my pussy from his jeans. He starts to moan at my added actions and his hands grab my hips and give it a squeeze. He moves one hand from my hips to my hair. His fingers run upwards until he grabs some of my hair and pulls my head back. He pulls my head to look at me. His pupils are huge and I can only imagine mine are the same. I can’t even remember the last time I made out with someone let alone fucked but I wouldn’t mind breaking the dry spell right here and now. 

Johnny looks at my lips and he swipes his tongue along his before he pulls me into a hungry kiss. I lick his lips and he opens his mouth. He sticks his tongue into mine deepening the kiss. My hands find purchase on his strong shoulders. I start to grin down on him more wishes there wasn’t any clothes between us. We break away from the kiss only for Johnny to pull my head to the side so he can kiss my neck. When he reaches my scent gland I let out a moan and buck my hips more. He starts to suck on it and it’s one of best feelings ever. I start to slick up more, I’m pretty sure there is a puddle on his jeans. He moves his free hand up my hips and under my shirt. I want to feel his skin on mine even more now that I got a taste. I move my hands down his shirt to the bottom and slip my hands under his shirt. His skin feels so soft and warm. His abs are hard and I start to rub my hands up and down them. He starts to growl a little at the motion. 

I faintly hear the door open and three sets of boots hit the floor I ignore it thinking it’s not really more important than what Johnny is doing. 

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[greyjoy-girl]

Salt and Snow: Part II

Summary: After Balon Greyjoy's uprising fails, a young Theon Greyjoy is taken to Winterfell as a ward and hostage. Within the castle's looming stone walls, he meets Lord Stark's bastard daughter, a sharp-eyed girl who seems to look straight through him. As the years pass, their shared loneliness transforms their childhood rivalry into a complicated bond forged from shared loneliness and feelings of isolation. As tensions rise in Westeros, war breaks out and Theon is pulled between Pyke and Winterfell, testing the strength of their bond.

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Snow! Reader

Warnings: Not really, near drowning experience but other than that I can't find anything

Length: 1.7k words

Notes: Feeling productive since I have a research paper to ignore. Why write 10 pages on organizational culture when I can do this instead.

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292 AC— Early Winter, Winterfell

         The Stark words prove true once again. Winter comes in full force, with its sunless grey skies and seas of white snow. You’ve grown a bit, nearly two inches, and need to alter your dresses to keep warm. Your cloak is still too long for you, but the heavy grey wool certainly does the job of keeping the wind out while you put off lengthening your hems.

         The snow limits what you can do in Winterfell, climbing becomes much more likely to result in a fall and even short walks can leave you soaked and shivering. Some days you sit in with Sansa, only six, while she practices being a lady with Septa Mordane. Other days, you watch Robb, Jon, and Theon play knights in the courtyard. Theon never goes easy on the younger boys, throwing his whole weight into his strikes and loudly announcing his victories. When little Arya manages to escape Lady Stark, busy with Bran, she always makes her way straight to the courtyard to try and fight with the boys. Theon is gentler with her.

         When you’re lucky, Luwin will let you sit in his tower and watch as he prepares salves and tinctures to stock up on. You never disturb him—you’re very good at being quiet—and sometimes, he’ll tell you what he’s doing. You’ve learned a bit about broken bones, what medicine does what, and what herbs are safe.

         Most days, you mess around with the servant’s children. Turnip and Palla are around your age, and they’re not lacking as companions. Together, you explore the castle, watching the men and women at work like a finely tuned machine.

         You feel Greyjoy’s gaze on you more often now. You can’t tell if it’s from irritation or curiosity, but whatever it is, his eyes seem to follow you. When you notice him looking, you stare back, defiant.

          Sometimes, he says strange things. In the kitchens, the stables, the godswood, whenever he catches you alone, wherever it is, he has something to say.

         Once, while you and Turnip chased birds in the godswood, he had walked in with his typical arrogant stride. “Don’t you get embarrassed hanging around around peasants?” he said with a lopsided sneer on his face. His tone and face mocked you, but his eyes didn’t have the same confidence.

         You furrowed your brows, snapping back in a sharp tone, “Don’t you get embarrassed pretending to be noble?”

         He didn’t have any response except for his short, stilted laugh. You thought he would have something cruel to say, but maybe you’d caught him off guard. He turned, and walked back the way he came, leaving you in the cold with your fingers digging into your palms.

         You still don’t know what to make of him. Maybe he doesn’t know what to make of you either.

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Theon likes to win. He always has, but in Pyke he never got many chances. Rodrik and Maron were fond of fights and wouldn’t hesitate to throw him to the ground while playing. Asha was the same, but she would at least help him out of the dirt after knocking him down, brushing him off before sending him back to their mother. In Winterfell, he’s stronger. He wins.

         Ser Rodrik tells him to go easier on Robb and Jon. He doesn’t. Robb never stays mad at him for long, and Jon is always upset so it makes no difference. Sometimes, when he takes things too far, Rodrik hits him in the back of the head with the flat of his sword. It stings for the rest of the day, but he still fights the same.

         The girl is eleven years now, and he sees her around the castle sometimes, watching from the shadows. She likes to sit in the library tower, looking down on the courtyard from the windows. When he sees her, he always gives her a big smile, one she can’t miss. She’s stopped ignoring him now, and he doesn’t mind attention.

         One morning, after a fresh snowfall, he challenges Robb to a race from the gate to the armory. He doesn’t say anything to Jon, who glares from behind Robb, but he joins anyways, like he always does.

         They march over to the gate, fresh snow crunching under their boots. They each touch the wall and get ready to run. Theon begins the countdown: “One, two…”—he takes off running before he finishes. Robb and Jon try to catch up, but he’s taller, faster, and has a head start. He pumps his arms and legs, the cold air biting his nose, and doesn’t stop until he throws his hands against the walls of the armory.

         “I win!” he declares proudly, spinning around to face the other two.

         Robb reaches the armory, panting. “You cheated! That doesn’t count!”

         Jon is clearly furious, but says nothing, crossing his arms and glaring at Theon.

         Theon ignores them, brushing the snow off his sleeves and continuing to revel in his victory. He looks up to the sky before turning towards the library where he sees [Y/N]. A hint of a smile plays on her lips.

         He grins, winks, and gives her a mock bow. She doesn’t look away this time.

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293 AC— Early Spring, Winterfell

         Winter has finally begun to thaw into spring, and you’re once again free to explore without feeling perpetually frostbitten. Old Nan asked you to grab rosemary, and while you’re certain Luwin has them in his stores, you want to find them yourself. You’ve been stuck inside the walls for the whole winter, and it’s finally warm enough for you to go out. There’s a little stream at the edge of the Wolfswood and just beyond it there’s a thicket of rosemary.

You head towards the North Gate, spotting Hallis leaning against the wall. He stops you before you pass, his eyebrows raised. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You quickly explain that Old Nan sent you and beg him to let you go outside, just for a little while.

         “And you’re going alone?”

         You bite the inside of your cheek. You don’t want to bring a guard; they’ll just slow you down. “Please? I’ll be back before anyone notices. It gets so boring in here.”

         Hallis sighs, but he doesn’t argue. “You’d better be back before midday. I’ll give you one hour.”

         You give him a wide smile, slip through the gate, and dash towards the trees. You cross the little bridge over the stream and arrive to the thicket. Old Nan didn’t tell you exactly how much she needed so you cut off enough to make a small bunch which you shove in your pouch. Standing up, you brush the dust from the bottom of your dress and begin walking back towards the castle.

         This time, the bridge creaks noisily as you walk across. You realize too late that the melting snow has rotted the wood, and you fall into the stream below.

         You hit the water and the air is knocked out of your lungs from shock. The freezing water is like knives, every part of you hurts. You’re disoriented, clawing for the bank, but you can’t find it. You scream, but water fills your mouth and you’re left sputtering. Your dress and cloak drag you down, you can’t feel your fingers, and your eyes are blurry from tears.

         Hands grab your thrashing shoulders and pull you from the water to the bank. Noises sound muffled and are mostly drowned out by the ringing in your ears, but you can make out grunting and curses. You collapse to the ground, expelling the water from your lungs with a fit of coughs. You gasp, finally able to breathe again, and realize the cursing is coming from Theon.

         “You’re a damned idiot! What were you doing out here alone? Are you mad?”

He pulls his cloak off and throws it at you, and you notice he’s drenched up to his elbows. You stare at him, your throat still burning from the cold. Soaked and shivering, he doesn’t look like a prince or a hostage. Just a scared boy.

“I didn’t tell you to follow me.” Your voice trembles from cold and embarrassment, you don’t need a lecture.

Theon’s face scrunches into a mixture of disbelief and anger. “You should be glad I did! You’d be dead without me! Get up, we’ve got to get back now.” He pulls you to your feet and lets you lean on him, muttering curses under his breath. Slowly, you make your way back inside the walls.

Hallis’ face goes pale when he sees you. You’re hurried off to your chambers and promptly sat in front of a fire while a furious Septa Mordane lectures you on how ladies behave, not that you care, since you aren’t a lady.

Later, once you’ve warmed up and are lying in your bed, you notice you still have his cloak and realize you never thanked him. You get out from under your furs and pull out your embroidery tools from your cabinet. You have just enough yellow thread to embroider a small kraken on the collar, and in the light of the dying fire, you finish your stitches and clumsily fold the cloak.

You place the cloak just outside your door before retreating under your furs. Sleep doesn’t come easily—you keep thinking of his face when he pulled you from the water, how he gave you his only source of warmth even though he too was soaked. You wonder if he’ll recognize the stitched kraken as a thank you, and maybe as something more.

That night, you dream that you’re standing on a cliff above a stormy ocean. A voice calls out to you, but you turn and see no one. The voice is familiar, but in your dream state you can’t quite place it. You search, but never find the person calling out.

When you wake, the cloak is gone from the hall. You make your way to the Great Hall for breakfast, prepared to be scolded by Lord and Lady Stark. When you reach the table, Theon is wearing his cloak, the kraken turned just enough that you can see it. He nods at you, and you nod back.

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[tbznewberry]

The boyz become human — part 2

Part 1

The androids have been put to work, but they can't seem to forget you. And one dark, Friday night, they finally find you again.

Genre: yandere, sci-fi, Detroit become human AU

Warnings: strip club, uncomfortable atmosphere, drunken men, fighting, spelling mistakes

Kevin looks at the little girl in front of him. She’s hugging her worn out teddy bear tightly as she sobs, wearing a pink jacket. Her mom is a few meters away with Jacob, Sangyeon and Haknyeon, drunk and high as a kite while leaning on a brick wall with a pink LED sign above her. What kind of mother brings her five year old daughter to the strip club? 

Kevin sinks down in front of the little girl with a charming smile. 

“Hi, friend”, he says and pokes the fluffy teddy bear. “What’s your name?”

“Louise.”

“I’m Kevin.” He looks at the thing in her hands. “What a cute little bear you have. What’s its name?”

“Bearie.”

Kevin tilts his head. “What a cute name.”

“He is my best friend.”

“Do you see the guys over there?” 

The little girl looks where Kevin points and nods. 

“Those are my best friends”, he says. 

The little girl's big doe eyes watch him carefully. He can’t understand why. Is he scaring her? He’s doing everything to win her over. He’s doing everything he’s been programmed and taught to do. He scans her. She’s scared, confused and interested.

“Are you an android?” she asks. 

“I am”, he answers. 

“Mommy says androids are bad … they take her job.”

“I’m a nice android. I’m here to help you.” He grows quiet. “Can I hug you? You seem like you need a hug.”

The girl nods carefully. Kevin places his arms around her and lifts her up. She puts her small arms around his neck in response. He starts to walk away from the others with his mission sounding in his head: take the little girl to the police station. 

“Where are we going?” the little girl whispers.

“We are going somewhere warm so you won’t freeze”, Kevin answers. 

He can’t feel the cold, but she can. Along with the scan of her feelings, he also saw her body temperature. Minute by minute it drops and if they stay out here in this cold any longer, he’ll fail his mission. His body is heated like always and he relies on it to keep her warm for now. 

“Mommy!” the little girl shouts, but her mother doesn’t react or respond. “I want to go to mommy!”

Kevin’s brain stops. Should he lie or tell her the truth? After this, her mother won’t ever have custody over this poor little girl again, but he can’t tell her that, can he? That’d be cruel. But he shouldn’t lie. He’s programmed to have morality. 

“She’ll come too”, he says. “We’ll go first. You have to warm up.”

He sits down in the backseat of the automatic car and it starts to drive. He holds the little girl in his lap, keeping her close enough to warm her up. 

“Look out the window, can you count the streetlights for me?” he says, pointing out the window. 

“I can count to twenty”, she says proudly. 

“You can? What a good little girl you are!”

“How high can you count?”

“Not as high as you!”

Of course he can. He can count infinitives, but his duty comes before bragging. He has to bond with the little girl. 

She eventually falls asleep on him in the car. Kevin turns to look out the window until they reach the police station. His human colleagues are in their office, talking to each other when he enters with the girl in his arms. 

“Here’s the kid”, he says. “Louise.”

“Where’s her mom?” one of the humans asks. 

“She’s with the others. I brought the kid here.”

“Stay with her until we’ve come up with what we should do.”

A new mission. 

“Understood”, Kevin says and sits down in an armchair with Louise in his arms. 

She sleeps soundly, hugging the teddy bear. He sits there for two hours before the others come with the mother in tow.

“Then it’s done”, the human male says, taking Louise. “We don’t need you anymore today. You can go charge.”

“And the girl?” Kevin asks. “What’ll happen to her?”

“She’ll get placed in a foster home and a nice family will probably adopt her.”

“Probably? Aren’t you sure?”

“You can never be sure.”

“What if no one adopts her?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your job. Go charge now.”

The man leaves. Kevin gives the sleeping five year old one last gaze before reuniting with his friends.

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A protest against androids is occurring on the town’s square and the police send the eleven androids. They can’t understand why. Won't this only upset them more?

They reach the square and see how people with big signs are yelling in a choir. They're dressed in thick jackets with hats and gloves. The androids all around them are dressed in their workers suits. All androids are categorized and can be identified based on their outfit. Like the eleven androids, they're wearing gray suits.

"Leave!" a woman shouts at the androids that just came to the protest.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we can't", Sangyeon says. "We're sent by the police. We're obligated to be here to make sure nothing happens."

"Oh, fuck off!" the leader yells into a megaphone. "No one wants you here!"

"We're not going to stop your protest", Changmin says, holding his hand in front of him to show that he’s not a threat. "We're here to make sure that no one gets hurt. We'll just watch."

"If you don't hurt us, we won't hurt you", Sunwoo says. “Fair?”

The man with the megaphone scoffs and goes back to yelling about how androids are stealing real humans' jobs, how they're untrustworthy and that they're too expensive to produce. That the money should be given to humans in need instead. Kevin remembers the little girl. People like her could need some money.

They stand around, watching. 

After a while, something catches Juyeon’s eyes. He recognizes that beige coat. Y/N? Juyeon moves his head to the side to see the face before she disappears. It is Y/N! She's carrying shopping bags and walks towards the bus stop. Juyeon stares at her before putting his hand on Younghoon’s shoulder and moves his head. They both look at Y/N without saying anything, but they know that both of them want to walk over to her. She shouldn't be walking all alone like she's doing in this hateful world and those bags look awfully heavy. She hasn't seen any of them, but they wish she would have. They can't go against their mission, they're programmed to follow orders. But if she could come over here … then they could talk! He wants to leave. He wants to go over to Y/N and bring her home safely, carrying the shopping bags for her. 

But he can't.

He scans her to make sure she's alright at least. If she isn't, he'll have to try to break his programming somehow. She's calm, neutral. 

"These dirty scams are separating families!" 

Juyeon looks back at the man. He has pulled up an article about their rescue mission last week on a holographic ipad. About the drug addicted mom and that five year old daughter. 

"We saved that little girl", Kevin says. "Her mother wasn't suitable."

The humans refuse to listen. The androids want to leave, they don't want to be standing here and listening to these airheads complaining about their people right in front of them. But they can't. They can't break the invisible wall.

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A friday night. Something is bound to happen. They wait in the police station, sitting down on chairs, staring in front of them. 

“Hey”, a male coworker says as he walks over to them. “There’s a fight at a concert … a few drunk men. You need to go there.” He shows the coordinates on his holographic ipad. “Go.”

The eleven androids stand up and make their way out to the cars. Drunk, fighting men is not unusual. 

When they reach the concert hall, they can see that the fight is occurring outside. They hurry over to the group, separating them. 

“Hey, guys, this is not how we should be spending a friday night”, Jaehyun says and grabs one of their arms. 

“Fuck off!” the one he holds growls, trying to rip it from him to no avail. “Let me go, asshole!”

“No, I can’t. Do you have children, sir?”

“Why the fuck od you care?”

“To succeed with my mission, that information can be vital.”

“God, fine. Yes … yes, I have. Why do you care?”

“Do you think your kids would want to see their father come home all bloody, knowing what he’s done? I can tell that you are angry. Imagine if you accidentally kill one of these men you’re fightingg. You’ll never see your children again. And they’ll resent you.”

Chanhee and some of the others start checking up on girlfriends to the ones involved. The ones that had to watch something so unpleasant. His eyes wander around after more people that seem affected. A woman stands by the wall, wearing a brown shirt and blue jeans. She hugs herself, crying. Chanhee can tell who it is right away. 

New mission. 

“Y/N?” he asks, running over. 

He scans her quickly, finding fear, disgust and stress. She’s cold and tired. 

The woman looks up, meeting Chanhee’s eyes. The LED on his temple quickly flashes to yellow before going back to blue. Why is she crying? What has happened? He places his hands on her shoulders. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks gently. 

She wipes her tears. 

“My stupid friend asked me to join him … that he had an extra ticket to whoever is playing tonight!” she sniffles. “And now he’s fighting with some strangers he’ll never see again … and he ruined the night for both of us.”

“It’s okay”, Chanhee whispers and hugs her in the only way they’ll ever hug her. Protectively. “Don’t cry. You’re not hurt.”

“Not physically”, she sniffles. “But I don’t know if I want to be his friend anymore.”

Chanhee follows her eyes to the bloody man in Jacob’s hold. 

“Good”, he says shortly and glances down at her tear stained cheeks. “I’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be here. You’re freezing and you’re tired.”

He removes his gray blazer, placing it around her shoulders. 

“N-No, you need that”, Y/N says and is about to remove it, but he stops her. 

“For what? Stylish purposes? I don’t feel the cold. You’re shivering.”

“I’m okay, Chanhee. My jacket is somewhere indoors-”

“I don’t find it safe for you to walk inside again. You should be taken home.” He fixes the blazer to make sure it’ll keep her warm.

“Before we go, I need to get my friend …”

“No, you don’t. He’s going to the police station. He’s a threat for you after what he’s done tonight. He’s still very aggressive, see? He’s fighting with Jacob and Sunwoo.”

“I hope he doesn’t hurt them.”

“He won’t, don’t worry.” Chanhee places his arm around her shoulder. “Come on now, let's get you home.”

He walks with her to one of the automatic cars and helps her get into the front seat. She sighs out before telling her address. Chanhee looks at her the entire car ride, knowing that he’ll have to leave her soon. She’s tired, he can tell. That friend shouldn’t have dragged her out to that concert on a friday night. 

“Is your life good?” he asks. 

“Yeah, yeah … it’s good”, Y/N says. “I’m working and sleeping.”

“Eating?” 

“Yeah, I cook.”

“Your health and safety is my number one concern.”

“Why?”

“You’re our creator. We have to make sure you’re alright.” 

“What are you going to do after you drop me off?” 

“I’ll continue my mission.”

“What’s your mission?”

“Right now it’s to get you home safely. But actually, it’s to stop the fight. I’ll go back there after I’m done.”

Y/N nods carefully. 

“Are you happy with your job?” she asks after a while with her gaze down at her fingers. “Is it fun?”

“Fun?” he asks. “I don’t understand what you mean, but it’s my duty. I’ll do it.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, but she’s visibly thinking. She dozes off for a few seconds before waking herself up and apologizing. 

“You don’t have to apologize”, Chanhee says. “Sleep. I’ll protect you.”

She gives him a careful gaze before shutting her eyes. He watches her minute after minute, not looking away for even a second. They’ll be separated soon, he has to take in every detail, every flaw and perfection, every little piece of her.  

When the car stops, he finds himself not wanting to wake her up. She’s sleeping so soundly, waking her up will be cruel. He could just carry her … 

Carefully, he walks out of the car, around it and opens her door. Slowly, he places his arms under her and picks her up, carrying her over to the front door of the villah. She looks so small and fragile in his arms, wearing his blazer on top of that. He doesn’t want to leave. She needs him there to protect her. 

He starts looking through her small bag before finding her keys. With her in his arms, he unlocks it and walks inside. It's dimly lit.

"Welcome home, Y/N", a voice says.

A female android walks into the hall. A housekeeper.

"Y/N?" she repeats and hurries over to Chanhee. "What happened?"

"She's just sleeping", he answers. "Are you her housekeeper?"

"Yes, I'm model AX400, she has named me Liv."

Chanhee glances down at her name tag, just below her right shoulder. When you name an android, their serial number disappears and gets replaced with the name. It's not fair that it hasn't happened to him and his friends. It's best that not everyone knows their names.

"Yeah, I can read", Chanhee answers.

"Let me take Y/N to her bedroom", Liv says.

"No, back away. I'll do it."

His grip on the woman grows tighter. If she comes closer, he’ll fight. Liv shows him the way to the woman's bedroom. Chanhee walks with a straight back and places Y/N down in her bed, tucking her in gently. 

"I recognize you", Liv says. "You're one of the ones she designed, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Follow me."

Chanhee watches the android leave the bedroom. He fixes the covers for Y/N. Something in him calms down at the peaceful expression on her face. Such a precious human being. Carefully, he makes sure she's sleeping soundly and comfortably before following Liv into a small office right next to the bedroom. Drawings and sketches of him and the others are plastered all over the room with measurements and features the papinter "can't forget" as it’s written all over the papers. He studies every inch of every paper, mesmerized. 

"She worked on you for quite some time", Liv says behind him. "Day out and day in, never taking a break. She almost got burned out because of how much time she spent on the eleven of you."

Chanhee walks over to the messy desk and starts looking through all the stuff that lies scattered. He finds a self portrait of Y/N she drew two months ago. Carefully he picks it up and lets his fingertips follow the outline of her face. 

The sketches and paintings he finds of himself interests him in a way he can't understand. It's himself he's seeing, why is he so attached to them? The thought of her putting down countless hours designing him, doing her best to make him beautiful … it warms his artificial heart. Putting her heart and soul into him and his friends without even knowing she was getting paid is something not a lot of people would do. She wanted to create them voluntarily. He has to protect her. It’s the least he can do back for everything she’s done for them. Without her, they wouldn’t be who they are — they might not even exist. 

“I think it’s best that you leave now”, Liv says. 

“I’ll go in two minutes”, he says. “I have to make sure that Y/N is okay.”

“She’ll be alright, I’ll take care of her.”

“You haven’t given me any evidence to trust you.”

Liv doesn’t answer. For a few seconds, Chanhee wonders if he should kill her. She could be a threat towards Y/N. He doesn’t know anything about this housekeeper android. He has no idea if there are any defects that could harm her or if it’s plain evil. No one knows what’s going on behind closed doors. Nothing should harm his creator. In this world of evil humans, she’s a pure being. The world doesn't deserve someone so unselfish. 

Chanhee walks inside Y/N’s bedroom and picks up his blazer with his eyes fixated on the sleeping woman. He shouldn't leave. He really, really shouldn't. His mission is to protect his creator. It's his law. But she's not showing any signs of being in danger. What should he do? 

He has to go back to the concert. That mission isn't done yet, he can't break the invisible wall that tells him to continue his mission. But he wants to. He doesn’t want to leave. Gently, he pets Y/N’s head. Her hair is so soft, so human, so lively. Everything about Y/N grows and changes. It’s interesting to him. He’ll stay the same for years and years until he no longer can function. HIs memory card will easily be put into another new and improved body, but Y/N will change and mold to fit herself. Her organs will grow weaker and weaker over the years and so will the rest of her. And he’ll be there to protect her. 

“Please leave now”, the android behind him says.

“I will”, Chanhee says. “But I will be back. I’m going to check up on her tomorrow morning to make sure my creator is okay.”

“You’re more than welcome to come, but for now, I want you to leave before you wake my owner. I don’t want an android I don’t know and have never seen to be here when she isn’t conscious. Please leave.”

“Fine. But I’d never hurt her. Don’t even imply that.”

Chanhee looks down at Y/N one last time before being escorted out of the house. He looks up at the house, taking a mental picture of both the house and the address on the street to remember for later. He will be back.

The car ride back somehow feels longer than the ride to her house. He can still smell her scent on his blazer. Sweet like honey. 

He reunites with the others outside the concert hall. People are going home and the situation is under control by now. They’ve separated the men into four corners where they’re interrogating them about what, how and when the fight started. 

“Where have you been?” Changmin asks him. 

“Y/N was here”, Chanhee says. “She is friends with one of the guys involved in this mess. She was shaken up. I had to take her home.”

“She was here?”

“Yeah, she was crying.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I had to get her home.”

“Yeah … yeah, you’re right. Good job.”

“I know where she lives. I’m going there tomorrow to check up on her.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Chanhee nods. Together with Changmin he walks over to the man that supposedly is Y/N’s friend. He’s bloody and drunk.

“You’re coming with us”, Changmin says. “We’re taking you to the police station.”

“I can’t leave”, he slurs. “I have to get Y/N-”

“I’ve already taken care of her”, Chanhee cuts him off. “Get up.”

The man whines annoyingly. Chanhee wants to tell him to shut up, but he knows that an android shouldn’t be disrespectful to a human. They drag him over to the automatic car he and Y/N were sitting in just thirty minutes earlier. Her scent still lingers in the confined space. The two androids sit down in the front and lean back in their seats as the automatic drives. 

“You’re a friend of Y/N’s, aren’t you?” Chanhee asks shortly. 

“Yes, we’ve known each other for two years”, the man slurs. “Love her, but she’s such a prude.”

The two androids glance at each other. How dare he?

“I don’t like your wording”, Changmin says warningly. “You should watch your mouth.”

“No, no, no, no, no” the man slurs. “Don’t get me wrong! Love her, love her lots, but she only thinks about work and never wants to hang out with me. I’m trying to get her loosened up but she never opens up.”

“Stop trying then”, Chanhee says. “She's not interested.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, the drunk man continues. “You don’t know anything about human feelings … she’d like it … she just doesn’t know it yet. Humans do that. They lie to themselves. I know that if she just gave me a chance and actually let loose for once, she’d see how fun and cool I am. But she never wants to go out, never wants to meet people … took me hours to get her to come with me tonight and she doesn’t even dress appropriately! Who shows up to a rock concert in a white, knitted shirt and jeans?! We weren’t going to fucking grandma’s for thanksgiving dinner! You come in appropriate clothing!”

Chanhee turns on the radio to drown out his annoying voice. 

——♤——

The word spread. By Saturday morning, everyone knows about what Chanhee did last night and what he plans to do today and they invite themselves in. They check with their supervisors to make sure they don’t have any missions. Upon hearing that they’re free until lunch, they set off for their cars. Chanhee gives the others the address before they close their doors. The villah is a fifteen minute car ride away from the police station. They pass by LED signs, people chatting and androids pushing strollers. A normal Saturday morning. 

The cars stop by the side of the road and the eleven androids jump out and make their way over to the white front door. Chanhee warns them about Liv. Sangyeon knocks. Hoping for Y/N to open, only to get disappointed by seeing Liv at the front door.  

“You’re back”, she states. “And you brought the others.”

“We want to see her”, Sangyeon says. 

“I’ll go ask her, wait here.”

Liv closes the door again and they wait. Strong November winds roar through their hair and clothes, but they don’t feel it. Humans are hiding in their thick jackets, prepping gloves and hats for the winter season but for the androids, it’s just another Saturday. 

The door opens again and the android steps aside, letting them walk in. Carefully, they step inside the hall, looking around. Liv disappears into the kitchen and they notice how Y/N hides in the end of the hallway, wearing a pink satin robe with her arms wrapped around herself. Their eyes fall onto her. She’s confused … scared. 

“Good morning, Y/N”, Jacob says. “I hope we didn’t wake you.”

“No … no, I’ve been up for an hour …”, she says quietly, fixing a strand of hair that falls out from behind her ear. “What are you doing here?”

“We wanted to visit you”, Kevin says. “We haven’t seen you in quite some time.”

“No … I know. I thought it was supposed to be like that. I told you …”

“Don’t you want to meet us?” Eric asks. 

“Well … of course I do, but … it’ll just make me sad and I’ll start to despise you so I think it’s better if we don’t meet. If we meet accidentally — like last night — then yes, sure … but you shouldn’t come here.”

“Why would you despise us, Y/N?” Sunwoo wonders. 

“I told you before. I don’t want to grow attached to you. I’ll only get hurt from that. Besides … I didn’t make you for myself. You’re not mine anymore. Our … our collaboration is over. It’s for the best if we don’t speak too much.”

“Don’t say that”, Younghoon says. “You’re our creator, we still need you. We’re yours.”

Y/N smiles slightly. 

“I really do wish the best for you, guys”, she says. “I hope you know that.”

“Miss, your breakfast is done”, Liv says. 

“Thank you, I’ll be there soon.” She turns back to the androids in her hall. “I was about to ask if you want to join me for breakfast, but you don’t eat.”

“We’d like to sit and chat”, Juyeon says. 

Y/N nods slowly and starts to walk towards the kitchen. They follow like dogs. She sits down by her table where Liv has placed out a plate of waffles and a cup of coffee. 

“You don’t drink coffee, do you?” Y/N asks and gets a negative answer back. “This is my kind of charger. You have electricity … I have caffeine.”

“You’re not shaken up anymore”, Chanhee states. 

“No, I’m not, thankfully. Just tired … and very confused. Did you choose to come here by yourself or did someone tell you to come here?”

“We wanted to visit you”, Sangyeon says. 

“Voluntarily?”

They nod.

“Are you supposed to be able to do that?” Y/N asks, voice now cautious.

“It seems like it”, Sunwoo answers. “We can anyway.”

Y/N picks up the coffee cup with a shaking hand, spilling the burning liquid on herself. For a second, her entire mood shifts into the danger zone. They rise quickly and hurry over, taking the cup out of her hands and start to check if she’s alright.

“Stop!” Y/N almost shouts. “Stop it!”

When they don’t, she gets up from the chair and backs away, over to Liv. 

“Please leave”, the human begs. "Something isn't right with you. I'll have to contact Cyberlife and see. Something isn't right."

"What do you mean?" Kevin asks. "We don't have any malfunctions."

"W-Well … something must have gone wrong. You're not supposed to want to visit me. You're supposed to follow orders. D-Do you have human emotions?"

"No, we don't comprehend human emotions", Sangyeon says.

"Then why do you want to visit me? How is that working?”

"You're our creator", Jacob says. "We just … want to. We can't explain it."

"It's only you though", Changmin says.

That doesn't seem to calm her down. Her anxiety is rising second by second. They want to walk over to her and comfort her, but her body language tells them not to. They can’t break the invisible wall.

"Alright", she says sternly. "I'm very flattered that you wanted to check up on me. I'm doing just fine. But now I think you should leave. I'll call Cyberlife later today."

The androids give up and make their way over to the front door. 

“I’ll wash that robe for you, miss”, they hear Liv say. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine”, Y/N answers. “Don’t worry about it.”

The androids look at each other, with the same thought in their artificial minds. They’ll be back. 

[minty-playhouse]

Who Victorian AU let's gooo

I finally decided to write down proper info on this yay! I also have a very vague outfit post here!

Anyways, here's the character rundown:

John = His mother was a renowned teacher of manners to young women so he kinda went on the same “path” aka he tutors and mentors young men, in particular more problematic and unruly ones that seem to be “beyond help”. Methods are quite… unorthodox but you can’t argue with results. Is assigned to put Roger on the right path after his popularity increases due to being able to tame Keith’s wild behaviour. Is friends with Pete.

Roger = He likes two things: pick up fights and pick up girls. Pretty boy, son of aristocrats who are just so so tired of his behaviour can’t he just not? He hears the hushed rumours that go on about John in the slightly seedy parties he attends to, growing both nervous and curious when his parents announce he would be his new tutor. May or may not catch actual feelings for John down the line.

Keith = Troublesome son of nobles turned model child by John’s tutoring. Actually playing the part of a good son in exchange of getting his sinful ways covered up for John. It’s a win-win for both. Keith gets to continue living in hedonism and John can brag that he “fixed” young Lord Moon. Thing is, he’s truly beyond help. Everything John tried just emboldened him to push things further, so John decided to compromise. A little tooooo into John.

Pete = Outcast member of the clergy due to his “controversial” views and sermons, had the funds to his small church cut by the higher clergy and now relies on donations from the townsfolk to keep things running. Close friends with John, is both appalled and fascinated by John’s tales of debauchery. John helps him with keeping the church going by giving him money, even if Pete doesn’t know if money acquired in such way is the right type of money to fund a church.

((they all look vaguely as they do in the RnR Circus era because they were al dumb gorgeous during that))

Also, basic (but very spoilery) storyline under the read more!

Roger’s parents had enough of their son who keeps getting into fist fights and keeps chasing after girls (even the ones already taken!) so they get in touch with John, who recently got renown for helping the Moon family put their crazy son back in the right track. He for sure can help fix their mess of a son.

And yes, John is very good at fixing young men who are problematic, but also I’m not saying he’s banging these young men into obedience, but he definitely is. And it works like a charm. Until it doesn’t when he meets Keith.

Keith is just too much to handle. No matter how much John pushes boundaries or punishes him, it’s never quite enough. But if John could “fix” him, everyone would know him, and after all, he has his mother’s reputation to keep, she never failed once, and he isn’t about to.

John and Keith strike a deal where John will help him keep his unruly behaviour under wraps IF he agrees to play along and keep a good behaviour for appearances. Keith accepts. After all, it’ll take the load out of his parent’s breathing down his neck all the time, not to mention is an excuse to keep him and John connected, and Keith would take any opportunity to see him he can.

Naturally, since Roger likes brawling and sex, the parties he attends to are a little on the sleazy side, and he hear stories from other men about what John does to his protégés, and colour him surprised when his parents tell him that John is coming over to be his tutor.

John becomes very interested because Roger actually pre-emptively pushes his buttons. He clearly knows what’s up. He wonders just how much Roger knows though. He can’t help but worry that he heard about his “failure” with Keith, but it soon becomes clear he simply heard about his methods, and seems more than a little eager to witness it.

But if he just gives in to Roger then it doesn’t really make him learn anything now, does it? So he holds back, watching Roger bent over backwards to get a reaction out of him, but no, it’s gonna be under his own terms. He still punishes Roger plenty for misbehaving, but never gives him what he really wants, and Roger is going crazy until he realizes, “OK, fine. I’ll just… do it”. John really knows how to hold his ground.

Meanwhile John’s still meeting with Keith here and there, to help with their ploy and also so they can bang. Keith slowly growing to realize he can’t feel truly satisfied unless he’s with John, while John becomes strangely fascinated by Roger. A big recipe for disaster.

Roger and John begin to grow closer, which starts shifting John’s attention from Keith to Roger, which Keith Does Not Like™. Him and John had a deal right? They have something. He is his crowning achievement, isn’t he? He wouldn’t replace him now, would he??

Cue Keith’s jealousy kicking in and him becoming obsessed with John being his like it’s bad enough Keith had to witness John discipline other guys before this, but now this is too much.

((never thought of like where this leads to but at some point Keith becomes unhinged and begins hunting John and Roger because fuck it, he’s just gonna end this, and he knows about Pete being John’s friend and goes to Pete’s church to threaten him to get info on where John and Roger are like an insane person))

[crumbsssscookie]

i adore girl! logan, like if she has zero fans then i'm dead! so seeing the update made my day amidst midterms season, so thank you!

but yes, i looooooove hearing logan's thought process and i also love how quickly she soaks in all the information that she is given. because logan isn't taken seriously and probably doesn't get the same attention from other people as her male counterparts. so i feel her hunger this chapter— that hunger for good advice especially from someone like jenson; that hunger to get her name out there by taking a chance with an upstart hire and her hunger to be on top of the podium. god, i am so excited for her to take the world by storm (even more because she is already an icon).

and also, having logan have the (potentially but probably) backing of nico and jenson is perfect. especially nico, who has been an advocate for women in sports and a certified girl dad. i think having them, two world champions, as an immediate well of knowledge is making me so giddy. i think nico will be her biggest defender (besides her family and sister ofc), will not let journalists or the hosts to doubt or discredit her in typical rosberg energy.

ALSO THE TRIO <\3 MY BELOVEDS </3 liam and yuki coming to her defences ):

and yes, i can imagine yuki's excitement at the arrival of L² in f1 esp since he probably mentions them like ... all the time ... (which he does with liam which is so sweet). but NOT TO MENTION THE PREMA TRIO ??? very excited for oscar to give the heart eyes energy towards logan; her being blissfully unaware ("omg new bestfriend!) and fred being an unwilling third wheel.

thank you again for this new chapter because ugh its so good. also are you surviving the break or are you also going insane? AND ALSO LOGAN TO INDYCAR POTENTIALLY? a win for us i think

— sunnie ☀️

Sunnie, I missed you ♥️ So happy, that I could brighten your day :3

If I didn’t have fem!Logan I’d probably gone completely insane tho, but the break is generally treating me well. Nevertheless I’m ready to watch this gaggle of men drive in squiggly circles again. Also manifesting for Logan to get an Indycar seat, I was sooo happy when he finally posted on Instagram again today about his whereabouts 😍

You’re right, if boy Logan felt kinda lonely and starved for attention, it’s unfortunately ten times worse for fem!Logan. She has to be a sponge in that regard, because even though she knows the future, she cannot say if the people that helped her along the way the first time, will do it this time around too. That’s why she hit up Nico, because she knew that since he’s that champion for women in sports, the likelihood that he would help her, would be high.

I don’t want to diminish the role he’ll play in the story, but he was a kinda fail-safe for Logan in the case Jenson would’ve said no. Again, with Jenson too, she knew the likelihood would’ve been high that he would help, but this Logans fail-safes have fail-safes have fail-safes. The prerequisite for her taking revenge at James is getting into F1 which is currently her highest objective.

Also, on the topic of Logan’s grid parents. You’ve nailed it completely. Nico has birthed Logan himself and he will not accept slander of any kind towards her. That’s his daughter for all he is concerned, the heir to the Rosberg dynasty, nobody will discredit her 💅And Jense is the quintessential proud father. He’ll do anything to make his daughter happy. Also he’d definitely put Mark and Nando on babysitting duty if he’s off racing Le Mans or something 🤭

2020 will bring the rise of the Prema Trio™️ and probably a little bit of jealousy by our resident Kiwi bc social distancing bans him from seeing Logan as much and Yuki’s off to F2 (so he doesn't even have anyone he can cry to in person about it). But I’ll make up for it with them trying their hand at streaming, since the pandemic will still be a thing

[svtminji]

❪ 🫂 ❫ MINJI'S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE 96 LINE ->

minji + junhui + soonyoung + wonwoo + woozi

❪ 💛 ❫ junhui ❪ jun ❫ & minji -> junmi

❪ popularity rating: 86% + type of relationship: close friends ❫

part of THE cat trio. as foreigners, they became close because they could relate to not being the best at korean and being away from home. minji tries to speak to him in mandarin & cantonese but definitely fails. jun definitely teaches her the wrong words and finds it hilarious whenever she goes up to myungho and repeats what jun had told her. since they are apart of the performance team, they definitely try to give each other, or the other members, different ways to do a certain move and expand from that formation/move. minji always finds his cat aegyo poses adorable. jun is DEFINITELY part of minji’s #cariño line.

when it comes to being on variety shows, she definitely doesn’t hold back from helping him win (by telling him the correct answers). minji wishes she could be as cool as him, meanwhile, jun wishes he could have the same level of dance expertise as her.

occurring moments between them include: minji practicing her mandarin/cantonese with him, going over choreography with him, cute cat poses, being confused with the korean jokes.

a song that represents them: cariño - the marias

❪ 💛 ❫ soonyoung ❪ hoshi ❫ & minji -> soonmi

❪ popularity rating: 91% + type of relationship: compadres ❫

though soonyoung is the official leader of the performance team, minji helps him along with the choreography as they are both main dancers. when the pair first met, they felt a connection and passion for dance and they expanded that into their relationship now. whenever he needed tips to improve, he would go to minji and she would give him a few pointers on what he was missing. though minji has had her worst moments from dancing, he's always quick to put her in check and to make sure those feelings do not affect on what she's trying to do. it may seem harsh but minji has always felt grateful by what he's done for her. a cute moment was that minji revealed was that when she first had met hoshi, she mentioned how much she had missed her good friend key and minho. soonyoung, a very huge shawol, was very surprised and asked her if she was friends with shinee. ever since that moment, when minji's phone rings and it's one of the shinee members, hoshi is the first to say hello.

during their promotion era / variety shows, behind every single cut of hoshi is minji. when he's accusing mingyu of being the mafia, she's right behind him. when he's drunk and needs to give someone his affection, minji ❪ unfortunately ❫ is the one to receive it. he doesn't want to admit it but he looks for her comfort like a child would to his mother. with familial comfort, minji promised him that he would be the godfather of her child once minji baptizes her child. minji would never say this out loud, but she is a full supporter of the horangehae movement.

occurring moments between them include: resting bitch faces while going over the choreography, clingy drunk acts, insane hoshi + sane minji, minji babying him ❪ on occasion / when he's drunk ❫, producing the most difficult choreographies known to man, horanghaeing whenever, jamming out to shinee together.

a song that represents them: ditto - newjeans

❪ 💛 ❫ wonwoo & minji -> minwoo

❪ popularity rating: 92% + type of relationship: gamers ❫

part of THE cat trio & the gamer crew. the aura these two have is very introverted. both of their personality test came to a conclusion that they have the same personality type ❪ infp ❫. while standing next to each other, carats realized the adorable height difference between them. minji had always felt safe under the watch of her members, but she felt even more safe when she had the two tall men ❪ wonwoo & mingyu ❫. to say that wonwoo never had a crush on minji would be false, and in fact, he had been caught staring at her multiple times when it wasn't needed. just like seungcheol, he feels better when he places a protective hand on her shoulder when navigating through tough crowds or through men. other than that, these two have a gaming livestream through weverse and play a huge range of video games. wonwoo prefers his action based video games and minji prefers her safer calming games.

with the amount of craziness every single gose episode has, these two keep to themselves and maintain a calm composure. it takes the rest of the members to figure out that they aren't adding much to their conversation and push them forward to start talking.

occasional moments between them include: playing games together, sitting down together / standing together, visiting museums

a song that represent them: starboy - the weeknd

❪ 💛 ❫ jihoon ❪ woozi ❫ & minji -> jizi

❪ popularity rating: 91% + type of relationship: close friends ❫

woozi and minji's relationship is quite hard to explain. both of them have passions that include music and minji is mostly the background vocals in most seventeen songs. though woozi had produced most of minji's solo work, he does feel a bit disappointed when she comes out of the studio with other producers work. obviously he cannot control who she works with, but he feels important enough that she comes to him with the final piece. when it is time for the group to start working on the vocals, woozi always feels joy when he gets to work with minji. due to minji's extensive training at sm, jihoon was blessed with the vocal cords that minji had and doesn't have to ask her to do anything, she just does it.

jihoon always usually lives in his studio, universe factory, and barely makes any social contact ❪ other than bumzu and staff ❫. when there's nights that jihoon cannot make an effort to leave, minji is the first one at his door ready with food, snacks, drinks, and company. she knows the feeling of separating yourself from other people to pursue your career. jihoon won't say it but he feels very grateful that minji can pick up on certain moods or certain clues. the times she does stay as company, she stays quiet and see how deep woozi goes into the producing world. minji was never a great producer but woozi always gives her a chance to try. there are times that minji believes that she isn't meant for seventeen, though, woozi is very quick to bring her back into reality.

"producing doesn't mostly make up what a song is about. the lyrics and feeling can always mean so much more; and you, minji, is what you are to this team. don't ever doubt yourself because of it."

occurring moments between them include: spending their entire day in silence as woozi composes, minji being unsure about certain things and expressing them to jihoon, jihoon asking her to do a certain vocal technique and minji nailing it on the spot.

a song that represents them: 7PM - bss

[rrhiannonss]

Anora 2/5

THERE ARE SOME SPOILERS UNDER THIS THING!!

“In analyzing the sex-class system, feminists are accused of inventing or perpetuating it. Calling attention to it, we are told, insults women by suggesting that they are victims, stupid enough to allow themselves to be victimized. Feminists are accused of being the agents of degradation by postulation that such degradation exists.”

Andrea Dworkin

Anora directed by Sean Baker is now an oscar-winning movie. Nominated in 6 categories, it won 5 of them, including Best Picture. Sadly, I think it will hold the title of the worst Best Picture winner I’ve seen since my first Oscars. For a movie, where the titular character is a woman, it cares about her very little. That in combination with many other issues this film has (such as the lack of intimacy coordinator) makes me wonder what made Academy voters vote for this film. Although, sadly I think I know the answer why. 

Any criticism about this movie I’ve seen is about the portrayal of sex workers. The main character - Anora (Mikey Madison) at the beginning is portrayed as this strong, independent woman - she works in a strip club, makes a lot of money, is liked by her colleagues (except for one of them), men adore her, she even has a place to live. She’s “strong” and “independent” until a young Russian guy named Vanya (Mark Eydelshteyn) shows up at her work. She starts meeting up with him, offering services for money, eventually he proposes a deal, where she has to pretend to be his girlfriend for a week. Which also leads to them getting married. 

This whole first part of the movie leads to the major “twist”. Vanya’s godfather finds out about the marriage and sends two guys to make them annul the marriage. Vanya escapes, meanwhile Anora fails to do so, which leads us to listening and watching a series of poor jokes, half of them revolving around rape. This brings me to the first issue I have with this movie. One thing is not liking one type of humour, but the other thing is making bad tasting jokes. One of the men pins down Anora and when, yes it is acknowledged later in the movie, it is still played off as a joke. In one of the last scenes Anora brings up this moment, saying that Igor (Jurij Borisow) was going to rape her, which he denies and all of that dialogue leads to another joke, where Anora calls him a f-word. 

The movie fails to explain why Anora that badly wants to stay married instead of agreeing to taking 10k dollars and divorcing Vanya. She insists even after learning that the mansion or anything in particular doesn’t belong to him. Anora is introduced as a clever woman, so her not considering that she could only get in trouble by agreeing to marry Vanya is absurd. The whole movie also fails to address any problem the sex workers are facing in real life, but also claims to be a movie that represents them. Which shouldn’t be a surprise considering that it was purely written, directed and edited by Sean Baker who is famous for his weird attitude towards women and their sexuality. 

When looking at a movie like this it is impossible to not consider the politics around them. The whole film is soft Russian propaganda. The only stupid characters are Armenian which also considering the ongoing war between Armenia and Azerbaijan feels very tone-deaf. Igor on the other hand is portrayed as a very cool, almost sweet guy. Not to mention that both - Jurij Borisow (who was nominated for an oscar for this role!!) and Mark Eydelshteyn are both russian actors who are endorsing the ukrainian war. I am not saying that people of certain nationalities should be portrayed only in one way, but considering the politics of the director only one conclusion comes to mind. 

In short: Anora is not only problematic movie, but also a badly written one and it shouldn’t get any Oscar award.

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