#well this is an okay girl…….. situation

[wileys-russo]

‘Okay but we go at my pace’ Alexia. Hike

the best view II a.putellas

"princessa! por favor you will love it." your girlfriend begged as you shook your head again, eyes focused on the monitor in front of you. "i need to study ale, and i can promise you i won't." you chuckled with an assured shake of your head.

"it is just a lookout. we take a little picnic, watch the sunset, muy romántica!" the midfielder continued to try as you only hummed, half listening now as you scribbled down the key points you'd need to use to bulk up your opening argument.

"alexia!" you huffed when she snatched your pen out of your hand, swooping next for your notebook and holding them behind her back making you groan.

"no. we are going, i have decided. you, need a break bebé!" the girl announced still with a firm nod and a poke to your nose, her determination admittedly making the corner of your mouth tug up into a small smile.

"you are not going to give me a moment of peace until i agree, are you?" you sighed knowingly as your girlfriend shook her head with a wide grin.

"well where is this wonderful lookout then amor?"

what your girlfriend had failed to mention, was that that in order to get to this beautiful view she was so excited to show you, there was a hike nearly entirely uphill which had taken you around an hour to even get near to the top.

"are you done with your pouting yet amor?" the girl in question teased from a few feet ahead with an amused grin, one you very much so wanted to slap off her face as you stopped with your arms crossed over your chest sending her the most evil glare you could manage in your exhausted state.

"is that a no?" alexia called as you strode off past her, ramming your shoulder into hers with a huff as you marched ahead. her chuckles behind you only spurring you to put as much distance between you both as possible, mainly so you weren't responsible for a murder in the next five minutes.

but in hindsight that was not your smartest move as your girlfriend instead had to run to catch up with you, and while keeping a cautious eye that you were both still following the trail she missed the gnarled and poorly hidden tree root which caught her ankle and sent her hurdling to the ground.

you heard her cry out in pain and whipped your head around, eyes widening as you hurried back to her and dropped down to the ground. "what happened?" you asked with panic, your girlfriend clutching her ankle with a moan of pain and a string of curses.

"¡me he hecho daño en el tobillo con esa estúpida rama!" alexia hissed as you poked at a particularly tender spot and she smacked your hand away.

"i would not have fallen if you did not run away!" the blonde grunted, trying to roll her ankle around and hissing with a wince as you shot her a look and sat up on your knees.

"my fault? this is my fault?" you scoffed in disbelief. "you dragged me on this stupid hike alexia, and then you weren't watching where you went and you tripped over! see the common factor? you!" you huffed with a scowl, wasting no time standing to your feet.

"¡espera! i think it could be a sprain." alexia immediately backed down as you went to storm off, face quickly softening at the obvious pain on hers.

"vale. lets try to get you up mi amor." you spoke without a trace of your previous frustration as your girlfriend nodded, reaching her hands up which you took in your own.

"on three? one, two-" you pulled her up and the blonde let out a squeal before her weight collapsed completely into you and sent the pair of you tumbling back to the ground with a thump.

"you are a head taller than me. this is not going to be easy!" you sighed as you hurriedly rolled off of her, both of you dusting yourselves off with a wince.

"at least it is all down hill?" your girlfriend attempted to smile charmingly as you rolled your eyes though it wasn't with malice, recognizing that she was trying to make light of the situation.

"bien, but we go at my pace."

"baby..." you inhaled sharply as the girl on your back started to speak once again after you'd banned her from doing so, her running commentary on your lifting form as you were struggling to catch your breath not helping.

"have you thought that-" she started as you exhaled, shifting her on your back with a grunt. "i would urge you to think very very carefully about your next words alexia, or i will drop you on your ass and leave you here for the wolves." you warned through gritted teeth.

"we do not have wolves in barcelona amor. but do you think we could maybe go just a little bit faster? por favor? it is almost dark and i worry we will lose the trail." the girl spoke softly as you stopped for a second, feeling her grip on you tighten as she panicked you might in fact drop her.

"well. whose idea was a sunset hike alexia?" you spoke calmly before you kept walking, your legs absolutely burning but you knew with each step you got closer to the bottom where the car was waiting.

"stop with the alexia, you hurt me more than the tree root." your girlfriend grumbled as you rolled your eyes.

"i will hurt you much worse if I get lost and trapped here in the dark on a mountain with my useless one legged girlfriend who would not let us bring our phones!" you growled, adjusting her again with a wince as your neck pinched with a bolt of pain.

"te lo dije, you needed a break." alexia mumbled and you sagged a little in relief as finally after a few moments of silence you could see the car. "not a word alexia. ¡lo digo en serio!" you warned hearing her open her mouth to make a comment as it quickly snapped shut again.

"you sit, i will bring the car closer." you lowered her down onto a bench by the trail entrance and grabbed the keys from her pocket, though spotting a sign you stopped right in your tracks, squinting as you read it over and over.

"princesa what are you-" the girl hobbled over to you, sagging her body into you a little as she fell silent reading what you had been before, and you felt her tense up beside you.

"alexia. the park closes at six, the gates are locked at six, it is now...six forty two." you spoke terrifyingly calm as you grabbed her wrist and checked her watch, your girlfriend rapidly hopping away from you on one leg with wide eyes as you turned.

"no no now mi amor before you speak i want you to remember that i was-"

"come here putellas i'm gonna snap your other ankle!"

[seeingteacupsindragons]

I have a lot of friends who are really not fans of friends-to-lovers, often for very good reasons. There's...a bit of a creepy feeling there to people who have had platonic friends girlfriend-zone them.

But I still like it regardless. I like other forms of romance origins, obviously, but I have a special fondness for people who just. Liked each other. From the start. And sometimes that takes the form of friends first!

And I was thinking about what makes it so juicy, the way people find lots of tension in, like, enemies to lovers or something, and I think it's this:

If you ask out a cute girl in a coffee shop you just saw and don't know, there are no stakes there. Getting rejected might sting a little, but it fundamentally doesn't change anything about your life.

But if you're asking out a friend, especially a best friend, that's not remotely the case. And you never even had a chance to get out of this situation before it got complicated, because you fell in love platonically before you fell in love romantically, so by the time you want to give dating a chance and see where that goes, you're risking what's potentially divorce level life changing for it.

And this person is your friend! You like them! You don't wanna hurt them by trying to ask for something they don't want and will feel awful rejecting from you. Because now they've hurt you and they're upset about that and you're hurt, and upset that they're upset, and Jesus Christ the perpetual motion machine of pain.

You're almost guaranteed to lose half your life either romantically or platonically no matter what you do.

And you know what, that's terrifying.

You're going into this romance with a whole hell of a lot emotionally as table stakes. And if things go poorly, your emotional support system you rely on when life sucks is...well. Damaged at best.

And that's just really narratively juicy. Maybe you're not risking your entire country or mission or something. But you're risking the pillar your own life is built on. It's very personal and no less potentially devastating.

Let's give the embarrassing mutually pining best friends some respect. They're embarrassing and adorable and terrified for good reason.

And hey, when it works out, because it's fiction and it usually will, they get to have everything in one place, and...look, I really like that trope okay I don't care if it's not healthy in real life.

[spaceycat]

Tony x Reader?? pretty please 🥺

I AM CLAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!!!! YES, i have been waiting for this one!! this has been in my drafts for literally 2 months but guys.. thats so okay!!!

⋆★⋆ one night only ⋆★⋆

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☆˚₊ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎? ᝰ.ᐟ

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: she's my collar by gorillaz + kali uchis (3:29)

✰ pairing: tony stark x oblivious!fem!reader

✰ cw: pepper x tony, does NOT exist - think about the first iron man movie, smut, p in v sex, stomach bulge kink LOL, swearing, dirty talk, tony and reader are lowkey freaks tbh

✰ word count: 1.3k+

✰ summary: you and tony hook up, you didnt know that he was a billionaire but you were just there for the thrill - afterwards tony cant forget about you and tries to convince you to stay with him, you dont want to get tied up with the press.

✰ a/n: creds to @loversrocktvgirl2 for the gif !!! <3 uhh we might make this into a series but IDK, this is my first tony fic so be lenient with me guys..

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ tony ♕

Tony first saw you in a local bar, that he so happened to own but he doubted you knew that. You were sitting up at the bar, alone. Looking all pretty and shit, how could he not be interested?

He dismissed his security to stand by the door as he walked over to you, he simply leaned against the bar next to you - ordering a whiskey, neat with one of those square icecubes.

You didn't even look his way, continuing to drink whatever cocktail you had in your hand.

"You waiting for someone?" He spoke up, grabbing your attention - you looked over to him, not a single sign of recognition in your eyes. "You could say that.. got stood up." You fiddled with your now empty glass. Tony simply turned to the bartender who passed him his whiskey, "I'll order whatever she had aswell, put it on my tab." He tilted his head in a way to gesture to you. "Oh-- no, sir, you don't have to do that." You chuckled nervously. "Call me Tony."

"Well, Tony- I don't particularly like owing people things." He faltered a bit, when he noticed you really didn't know that he was a multibillionaire, a multibillionaire that owned the very bar that you were sitting in, that was paying for the liquor in the drink you were just sipping on. "I bet." He regained himself - smirking, taking a sip of his drink. You didnt seem amused by his sarcasm. "I'll pay you back." You reached for your purse, thats when his hand stilled yours - pushing your purse back down to your side. "Please, princess- just let me buy you a drink, it's what guys like me do for pretty girls." "Do you commonly hit on girls who have been stood up?" "You're a comedian too.." He smiled while he earned a chuckle from you, you nodded. "Alright alright, you've earned my time until I finish this glass." "Then I'll ensure it never runs out, sweetheart."

Thats how Tony managed to get you back to your penthouse, kissing you as soon as you got through the door - he'd drag you towards his master bedroom. As his lips touched yours, they tasted of the expensive whiskey he was drinking before.

He'd practically shove you onto his large bed, joining you - locking lips with you again. His hands dragging up your thighs, pushing them apart to make his place between them more comfortable. His hands slipping underneath your dress - pushing it up higher as his lips moved to kiss your neck.

You ran your hands through his neatly combed hair, encouraging him even more. He placed his hands under your thighs, pulling you down a bit to rest comfortably on your back.

He moved back a bit, leaning back on his calves - just admiring you for a minute. "Alright. Off, cmon now." He said already pushing off your dress.

Every piece of clothing was taking off and thrown somewhere in the large room. Leaving you heaving beneath him, the adrenaline of the situation kicking in. "You're a pretty little thing under all of that arent you?" "Tony--" "You should really be thanking me, princess.. letting you come here into my place?"

You just stared at him, like a deer in headlights. He looked at you expectingly, "..Thank you." "Atta girl.." He'd move closer to place another kiss to your lips.

He reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom - passing it to you. You looked confused for a moment, "You gonna help me put it on or what? I payed for your drinks." Without another moment of thinking you grabbed the condom off of him, ripping the packet with nimble fingers.

You settled to sit infront of him, leaning back onto your calves as you looked up at him - placing his cock into your hand, pumping it slowly as you settled the condom over him. "There we go.."

He then wrapped an arm around your waist, settling you on his thighs - "All good?" He tilted his head at you, you couldnt nod faster. "I need words, sweetheart." "Yes, Tony."

He'd place a kiss to your lips, slowly picking your hips up with his hands to settle you onto his cock - a small moan leaving your lips as he settled, thick and warm, inside of you.

He'd wrap an arm around your waist to get some leverage on you, slowly lifting you up out of his lap - his cock nearly slipping out of you. His eyes trained on your stomach as he sat you back down in his lap, seeing how his cock pocked out off your stomach.

"Y'see that baby? That's how deep inside you I am." You only could let out a whimper at the sight of it.

"So warm, so soft." He'd move you up and down on his lap, his cock slipping in and out of you and all you could do was sit there, your legs moving instinctively as his hips moved in tandem with yours.

You felt your orgasm impending, head resting on his shoulder as you clenched around him. "You close, baby?" "Mhm--" "Cum on my cock baby, show me." You moved your hand to your clit, coaching your orgasm more.

He'd then grab your wrist, pulling it away from you. "You think I'm gonna let you do that?" He then replaced your hand with his, fingers moving in slow circles.

You then came, your vision going white as you clinged onto him like a lifeline, he followed suit - coming into the condom.

He then slipped you off of him, you laying back into the pillows - worn and tired, placing kisses to your neck and chest.

The next morning, you woke up - suddenly becoming very aware of your surroundings - a fancy penthouse with windows looking out onto the ocean. Okay, whoever you hooked up with last night was not a normal guy. You'd sit up, the sheets pooling at your hips - realising you were wearing one of Tony's AC/DC shirts. "What the fuck is going on.." You'd notice a tablet open on the bed next to you on Tony's side of the bed, you picked it up - scrolling through it. Revealing a picture of Tony shaking hands with some big stakeholder of some company, "Tony Stark" in large bold letters.

Well, shit.

You just hooked up with a multibillionaire, and the worst part is you didn't even notice it. Tony then walked in, a cup of coffee in hand when he realised the tablet in your hands and the confused look on your face. "Well that didn't take long at all.." "You're kidding." He'd click his tongue, setting down the mug - his hands moving into his suit pant pockets. "No I'm not, sweetheart." "I seriously hooked up with Tony Stark?!--" You'd groan, placing your head into your hands. "You're acting like it's a bad thing." "It is-- now I'm going to be in newspapers and shit." "Most people thank me for it." "Oh really?" "Mhm.." "I have to go-- like right now." You'd get out of bed, fishing your clothes and shoes that were scattered across the floor. "What?-- no, stay for a coffee or.. or something." Tony almost scrambled to stop you, but he didnt want you to realise that he wanted you to stay. You pulled a pair of jeans you found splayed across the floor onto yourself, buttoning them up. "I'm probably late for work anyways." You'd walk past him, towards the door of the bedroom. You left, you left the Tony Stark alone in his bedroom and as you recall it later at work, you knew it was dumb - you thought it was so dumb. But you didn't want to get caught up in all of his publicity drama, it's for the better.

But you then realised, you left with his AC/DC shirt still on, and jeans that were not yours.

[imkissingjj]

YOU WRITE DILF JJ 🤭🤭🤭🤭💕 OMG I WRITE DILF RAFE 💕🩷 I love them dilfy. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ thinking about your dilf jj being single and my dilf rafe being single and them both pining after you and your their kids teacher Heheheheheh

i kinda wanted to do a dilf!rafe headcanon too, but jj always comes to mind for me.

a hard-working, blue-collar man with large arms, and knows he's attractive. the kind of cockiness that can't be replicated.

his gestures start small but cute—volunteering to help out whenever he can, managing to bring snacks for the classroom, and even a couple of parent-teacher meetings that end up being about you and not his daughter. knees touching as you're both leaning in, jj half listening while his gaze undresses you. even going as far as to use his daughter as a wingwoman—though sometimes she says too much.

his daughter gave you a coloring sheet she filled in with various emeralds and lilacs before speaking in that syrupy sweet tone she always did when she had intentions.

"y'know, my daddy talks about you a lot," earning a small smirk twitching at the corners of your lips.

"oh, really? what does your daddy say?"

"well, sometimes i hear noises at night from my daddy's room, and he says your name, but you're not there. i think it's bad dreams. i have those too."

your face flushed in embarrassment, avoiding the drop that your jaw is trying to force. "why don't you go color another sheet, okay?"

to which she skips off, adorably naive to the situation around her.

then, he would take full advantage of it if he managed to obtain your phone number while pretending to be checking in on his daughter's behavior at school. in reality, he would use it to text whenever he wants. offering to help fix appliances, starting small conversations about his little girl, and slowly getting to know you instead; any excuse he can conjure up, he'll use—until he finally has the balls to ask you on a date.

which, let's be real, he obviously intended to have his hands all over you by the end of the night, since he invited you to his house, had his little girl gone for the night, and had fresh wine in the refrigerator.

[just-b-wilde]

Well, after 6x07 I’m not going to post twenty different reactions, probably just this one…

Okay, I was hoping for something better from June, but on the other hand, I can’t say I’m really surprised. Honestly, everyone’s behavior made sense to me… except for Lawrence. Yeah sure, he’s trying to save his own ass, but honestly… I thought he and Nick were friends, as much as that’s possible in their situation. Was it just a tactic to rile June up? I don’t know, but I actually felt sad about it. (Do they really have to take away even my favorite Commander duo?)

By the way, did Moss really reveal such a crucial thing a week in advance? I think the execution scene in Jezebels would have had a lot more power if the audience wasn't expecting it. But clearly, not everyone read that…

Luke didn’t surprise me at all — that was pretty toxic… no doubt about it… but weirdly enough, I was glad he finally laid his cards on the table and said: I know you love someone else, and it pisses me off. And that debate they had after? Please, enough already… their scenes are always so awkwardly stiff it’s almost funny.

At least Moira had something to say — that girl earned some serious points.

And the fact that June’s love for Nick keeps being brought up gives me some hope.

Of course, no one would believe it if she denied it from minute to minute...

And now the main thing — that scene at the start of the episode and when June stepped out of the car? I actually liked that scene! Nick didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, and I’m glad it was said out loud. Am I supposed to like him less for it now? Or for how he treated Rita? Come on, the guy is messed up — of course he’s not going to throw himself into another “rescue mission”… For me, everything that’s happening just makes him more human and believable, not less!

Team Nick, all the way!

I just really hope the writers aren’t trying to convince us that Nick’s going to be part of revenge plot against the Commanders — that would be so lame!

Actually, it's starting to make sense to me… If June had never been confronted with this side of Nick and they ended up together, so many people would have said she chose him without actually knowing him… so… maybe that gives me some hope too.

[ilikekidsshows]

Came across a fic where Ladybug tells Chat the truth about Monarch and says that she lied to protect Adrien. If I remember correctly, he also learns she's Marinette but she doesn't learn his identity in turn. Anywho, his reaction is to immediately fall even further in love with her, because he was just so moved that she was thinking of him/wanted to protect him.

I just...don't have the words for how absolutely aggravating I find this premise. His immediate acceptance, not to mention the near...worship of her for being so "selfless" essentially...I'm just so, so tired of people not getting why this is disgusting to want from him, denying him legitimate feelings of betrayal, hurt, anger, and/or any other complicated emotions, all in the name of romance uwu.

I think it might have been you who said the show messed up by portraying his trauma responses as romantic? And also by having Marinette benefit from them? Sorry if it wasn't you, but either way...I think that's what's pissing me off so much.

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Oh, yeah, that was totally me. I remember when the romanticization of Adrien’s trauma responses was all I could talk about, because it made me feel that disgusted with the romance. It still disgusts me, but, the more time passes, the more things I find to be pissed off about. Adrien’s trauma responses explicitly benefit Marinette; he’ll never have any expectations to be treated well, he’ll never make demands of her and he’ll always prioritize her feelings over his own. I’ve seen even people who otherwise criticise the show and even its treatment of Adrien completely overlook this aspect for the romance, calling it “romantic” and “a breath of fresh air”.

Basically, because a lot of teen boy love interests are selfish and pushy and creepy, the Miraculous romance is instantly healthy because Adrien isn’t that. But all these people fail to realize that Marinette actually is all that and Adrien’s dedication to securing Marinette’s comfort in all situations is, in fact, unhealthy. It’s why I’ve also referred to the canon lovesquare as the “are the straights okay?” ship, because, like, only people who, at least subconsciously, buy into some sort of gender essentialist stuff can look at the canon relationship and go: “Wow, that’s so healthy! What couple goals!” Of course, Marinette’s anxieties go a long way in making her seem like the vulnerable party in the relationship, even when she holds all the power. It’s practically a wounded gazelle trick, who wouldn’t feel like the little girl with watery, blue-bell eyes is the one in need of protecting?

And, like, that's why it’s kinda difficult to blame the fandom on picking up on what the canon is putting down. Like, the viewer is being primed to treat Marinette’s comfort as the top priority of any character who’s not an antagonist, downright manipulated into it, so, of course Adrien will have to be grateful to Marinette for gaslighting him, because otherwise he’d be a “bad boyfriend”. So, anyone who still ships this toxic shit is leaning heavily on Adrien’s trauma responses once again getting Marinette off scot-free so that they can enjoy the romance as a romance. It’s still disgusting as all hell, though.

[dameronspector]

Trouble in Paradise

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Avenger!Fem!Reader, Joaquin Torres x Platonic!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Reader

Summary: MAJOR THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS!!! PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE!!!

You and Sam react to the news that Bucky has joined the New Avengers. Aka you try to console him and understand both of their feelings about the situation.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Found Family, Best friend!Bucky, Mentions of Mental Illnesses like Depression, Teasing, the girls are fighting 💔 (only for a bit!), We love Sam Wilson in this house. No hate will be tolerated against him because I don’t think he did anything wrong!, Joaquin being supportive cutie, that’s all I think! Sorry for any mistakes!

AN: i hope u all like this and sorry for the length! please like and reblog, I love to read your thoughts 🥹

“(Name)?”, Joaquin’s nervous voice rang out through the common room of the base as he made his way towards you, a tablet in his hand.

He was still recovering from his injuries, though his burn marks had healed and left behind scars, the broken ribs were troubling him, having to attend physiotherapy every week for that. But that also means that Sam had benched him and strictly warned him to not do any kind of missions, his suit locked away. This lead to you and Joaquin spending more time together since you had opted for handling the ground controls for now, while Sam was rebuilding the new team. A tentative retirement, if you may.

You looked up from the file you were reading, “Yeah?”

“Uhh…did you see the news today?”, Joaquin asked tentatively.

You furrowed your brows, “Not really, why?”

Joaquin shot you a worried look and wordlessly handed you the tablet. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but you surely weren’t expecting the news to say that Bucky had joined a completely new team without consulting Sam before.

“What the hell..”, you murmured in disbelief, scrolling through the article to read that it was a 5 member team, including John Walker, formed by some woman named Valentina and their name was—“New Avengers?!”, you yelled, face twisted with a grimace, startling Joaquin.

“I can’t bel-oh my god. Where’s Sam right now?”, you asked Joaquin with urgency, praying that he’s not in the middle of something important.

You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that Bucky actually went behind your backs and joined a whole different team and he didn’t even bother to talk to Sam or you before doing that. Especially when he knew that Sam was making a new team. Especially after that tender moment between them while Joaquin was being operated on. This was ridiculous and you hoped Bucky had an explanation for this because you knew Sam would not take it well.

“I think he’s making his way back, actually”, he informed you promptly. And just as he said that, the doors slid open to Sam entering the room.

You and Joaquin looked at him like deers in headlights. Sam chuckled, “Y’all okay?”

Joaquin glanced at you nervously and Sam noticed it right away.

“What’s going on?”, he straightened up in alarm, fearing the worst.

You got up from your seat and walked over to him, steeling yourself because you knew this was going to break his heart.

“Sam, have you seen the news, at all?”, you asked him nervously, hands fiddling with the tablet.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you in concern, extending a hand to hold your elbow gently, “I didn’t get time ‘cause I was in a meeting with Bruce, why, what’s happening?”, he shifted his eyes from you to Joaquin.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Look at this”, you said to him apologetically and handed him the tablet. Sam quickly took the tablet from you and read the news displayed on it.

You saw the way his jaw muscles twitched in irritation and the way his eyebrows caused a dent in between them from how much he was stressing his face. He gripped the tablet tightly and looked up, sucking in a deep breath and closing his eyes. You glanced over at Joaquin, who was just as worried as you, before turning back to lay a hand on Sam’s bicep.

“Sammy”, you whispered and he slowly opened his eyes to look at you. His pretty brown eyes were shining with tears and it made your heart break into a million pieces.

“Why would he do that?”, he asked in a weak tone, his usually cheerful voice sounding small. You frowned and smoothed a hand across his arm, his eye twitching from the effort to control his emotions.

“He knows how difficult it is to ask people to join. Half of them are dead and the rest are off the grid, what the hell am I s’posed to do? And- in the same team as Walker?”, Sam vented to you, his voice wavering.

You let out a sad sigh, “I know, I know. Why don’t you try talking to him?”, you tried to reason with him. Sam pursed his lips and shook his head.

“I don’t- I don’t wanna fight with him. This is-”, he cut himself off with a disbelieving scoff.

“Sam, you should try calling him. Maybe get some clarity on the situation. I don’t think he’s doing it willingly”, Joaquin suggested.

Sam looked at you for reassurance and you nodded your head. He swallowed thickly before sighing and pulling out his phone to call Bucky.

You gestured Sam to sit down on the couch and he reluctantly followed, Joaquin sitting opposite you two on the single seating sofa.

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Sam’s POV

The phone must’ve rang thrice before Bucky received the call.

“Hey.”

Sam clenched his jaw to dampen the anger and frustration and closed his hands into a fist.

“Bucky, what the hell?”, Sam questioned him right away, voice cracking with emotions.

Bucky sighed on the other end, “Look, man, I-I really can’t help it. I-there’s no other option, okay? I’m stuck in a situation here”, he shamefully confessed.

“Dude, you can’t just excuse that with this half-ass explanation. You knew I was assembling a team myself. The government has been on my ass as well. Also, Valentina and Walker? Are you serious?”, Sam accused him.

“Sam- she’s threatening us. Said she’ll expose and frame us if we try to go against her. She’s got the money and shit. And Walker--He's just a part of it, okay, he works with her. It's out of my control, Sam. I swear, I didn’t do it willingly”, Bucky explained calmly, understanding Sam’s predicament.

Sam pinched his nose, “Do you know how much I’ve been struggling here? How much we’ve been struggling? There’s so many people to recruit, and you knew I was gonna assume that you’d want to be a part of my team. You didn’t even fight back, Buck. I need you here”, he confessed sincerely, Bucky’s side of the line turning silent at that.

Sam noticed yours and Joaquin’s faces twisted in worry—worry for him and Bucky both. The four of you were a family, and it’s been so comfortable between you that this argument because of a stupid formality, was hurting the four of you equally.

“I-I don’t know what to say. I really can’t do anything right now-”

“I’ll help you, man! You think I wouldn’t do this for you? C’mon, Buck, it’s us. You told me I stuck out my neck for you even when everyone was against you, right? I’m ready to do that again. What are you so afraid of?”, Sam stressed, his face crumpling in pain, like this conversation was hurting him.

He felt your hand on his knee, your thumb making soothing motions against his leg. Joaquin leaned forward, elbows on his knees and eyes focused on the coffee table, his whole body tensed.

“Because, it’s not that easy. There’s-there’s a bigger problem at hand. She has experimented on civilians. Only one of them reacted to it, became unstable and dangerous. He’s with us for now, but only because we agreed to make this team. She has every intention to use him as a weapon. If we don’t abide to her rules, she’s gonna throw us under the bus and ruin everyone’s lives by using him”, Bucky finally confessed, his voice tired, “I’m sorry, buddy, I really didn’t wanna do this”, he added in a pained voice.

Sam inhaled and leaned back on the couch, his fingers pressed tightly to his eyes. “Then I’m gonna have to follow the protocol”, he murmured lowly.

Bucky paused, “Protocol?”

You looked at Sam in question. What protocol was he talking about?

“Now that the news has broken out, they’re gonna ask me to sue y’all”, Sam let that sit out, the weight of his words finally dawning on Bucky.

“What? Sam, c’mon, you’re not really suing, are you?”, Bucky asked incredulously.

“Even if I don’t wanna, the government will do it anyways. And Buck, you really think I’m gonna let you be her pawn? We fought for the Avengers to be a separate, free, entity. We’re not doing this again. If anything, this case will free y’all from her conditions and y’all can join in with us”, Sam explained.

“Us?”, Bucky deflected, a slight jealous tone taking over his voice.

“Yeah, me, Joaquin and (Name).”

“(Name)? She’s already joined the team?”, Bucky asked hesitantly, shocked that you agreed to end your mini retirement already and jealous that his other best friend had already picked a side.

Although you and Sam have been dating way before you became friends with Bucky, it didn’t take you time to get along with him. Something about his grumpy nature and dry humour clicked with you and you two became fast friends, siblings almost. He always said you reminded him of his sister Rebecca and that was the first time you ever cried on each other’s shoulders, with Sam having to comfort the two of you at the same time.

Sam had basically adopted Bucky into his family, and you two were really protective over him, wanting to give him a peaceful life. But he was still navigating his autonomy and sometimes he made hasty decisions like this, nervous about his carefully arranged life falling apart because of a mistake, wanting to protect his peace at any cost. It wasn’t his fault, you understood why he did what he did—he was exhausted and frustrated from having to jump from fight to fight. What he did today, he didn’t do it to harm you or Sam. He would die for you two. It’s just how things were now. And you had to remind yourself, and Sam by that extension, that he was just trying to secure his life.

Sam sighed heavily into the phone, “Yes, she is. Anyways, I’m going ahead with the protocol. I need you to trust me on this, will you trust me on this?”

Bucky paused, his heart hammering into his chest. He was so torn--here was his family that had changed him for the better and protected him when nobody did and on one side, was his new ragtag family group of friends, who were just as important to him and he wanted to protect them as well. But he trusted Sam more than anything in this world. So he took in a deep breath and let it out before responding, “Okay”, his hands clenched into fists.

Sam let out a relieved sigh, “Alright. Don’t tell anybody about this yet, okay?”

Bucky hummed. “Can I speak to (Name)?”, he requested in a soft voice.

-

Sam mumbled a ‘yeah’ into the phone and handed it to you, asking Joaquin to join him in the debrief room. Sam squeezed your shoulder before departing, his face displaying the stress he was under.

You put his phone to your ear, “Hello?”

“Hi”, Bucky mumbled grumpily.

“Are you done fighting with your boyfriend?”, you teased him lightly, wanting to lighten his mood.

Bucky groaned, “Shut up. Why didn’t you tell me about you ending your retirement?”

You gaped, “Just like how you didn’t tell me about resigning from your position in the senate and joining a whole new team?”, you threw back at him.

Bucky closed his eyes, he walked right into this one. “Alright, okay, you got me. But, I swear, doll, I didn’t do this willingly. I-”

“Bucky, we know you didn’t do it willingly. The problem is that you didn’t fight against it when you knew how difficult it has been for Sam”, you explained to him calmly.

Bucky ducked his head in shame, “I know, I’m sorry- I don’t know what to do. I just can’t take any risks, doll. She’s a crazy woman with crazy influence, if she hurts any of these people…I feel like I’ll be responsible for it. And she’ll come for you too. I can’t let that happen, I can’t”, he said in a low, pained voice.

Your chest hurt with empathy for him. You realised how unfair it was to blame him either because he just wants to protect everyone as well.

“Buck…I understand. But Sam is hurt, too. It’s been so difficult for him, especially with Joaquin still recovering and with Rhodey off the radar. All of this is on his shoulders and he’s trying his best. He has to research and meet with every single potential hero to join the team. He expected you to be on his side, especially after that conversation you guys had a few months ago. Tell me, how is any of this fair to Sam either?”

Bucky was quiet on the other end, likely contemplating on what to do next. “You’re right. So-So, what now?”

You huffed, “Just follow Sam’s instructions. He’ll get you out of this, I promise. And don’t be upset if he’s a little annoyed with you, it’s been a rough few months.”

Bucky mumbled a sad little ‘Okay’. You knew just how much he hated this separation from the two of you.

“By the way, maybe I should visit you sometime…you know, meet your new family. And being teammates with Walker? You move on so quick, Barnes”, you teased him in a half-serious tone. You still weren't sure how you felt about him teaming up with Walker, but you knew you'd still beat if you met him.

“They’re not my family...Especially that loser”, he grumbled, but deep down he knew he had come to care for these…bolts. (except John)

“We’ll see about that”, you chuckled, “I’m also interested to see what the hell Valentina has done with the tower. I’m not happy about her buying it, at all”, you added, annoyed by the fact that this random woman had bought your house and one of the places that had Tony’s memories in it.

“Yeah, I get that. It’s not that different on the outside but I’m sure you know better”, he consoles you.

You hummed.

“Anyways…I miss you, Buck. And I know Sam does too. There’s wasn't a day in the last few months where he hasn’t talked about you”, you confess somberly. They'd rather die than admit it, but both of them missed each other terribly.

Bucky’s breath hitched, talking to you and Sam made him realise just how much he missed you two.

“Yeah. I know”, he said in a shaky voice, his ‘I know’ was enough to convey just how much he was hurting. “Uh, let me know when you’re visiting. And take care, yeah?”, he added softly.

“Hm, you too Buck. See you soon”, you said your goodbyes and cut the call, making your way back to Sam and Joaquin.

-

Sam was leaning over Joaquin’s shoulder to look at the screen, they were trying to find some more information on Valentina and the OXE group to strengthen their case.

You approached Sam and placed a hand on his back, bringing his attention to you. Sam turned to you and placed a hand on your waist.

“How’d it go?”, he asked you solemnly.

You smoothed a hand across his back, “He’s scared. Wants to protect everyone from Valentina…Sam, I really want you to be careful. She sounds-”

“Power hungry, I know”, Sam agreed with you, his face etched in a permanent frown.

“Baby…you should talk to him. He’s helpless too, you know?”, you tried to reason with him.

Sam let out a sigh and clenched his jaw, still feeling hurt from the shock of this sudden news. You looked at his face and decided to change the topic for now, letting him come to terms with it on his own pace. Choosing to lean your head against his shoulder, you patted Joaquin’s back and asked him about what he found.

“Well, she’s got the money, alright. She bought this big vault in the middle of the Utah desert and she was hiding all the patients and documents there. Complete with world class security. And she was working on this- Sentry project, where she was experimenting on civilians”, he informed you.

“Yeah, Bucky told me the same thing”, Sam announced.

Joaquin nodded, “And out of all the test subjects, there was only one guy who passed the experiment without dying- his name is Robert Reynolds. Apparently he was battling addiction and uh- he’s got some mental illnesses as well. He enrolled in the project because they had promised that the participants will get better..”, he trailed off.

Your brows furrowed in concern and your mouth suddenly felt dry, “So she’s manipulating a victim? That is so fucking gross. Who knows what she’s gonna do with this new team, Sam, we need to get rid of her”, you said in distress.

“And…he’s really unstable, guys. Like, we-need-to-be-scared-of-him-unstable. The serum that she used on him has given him 'the power of a million exploding suns.' He’s basically a god”, Joaquin murmured in disbelief and moved from the screen to show you and Sam a footage of this Robert turning everyone into…shadows? It was horrifying. And it reminded you of a certain human made disaster and that realisation made you freeze.

“Oh my god”, Sam mumbled next to you in shock, his eyes squinted in contemplation.

“We need to handle this before it goes to shit. This is bad. I can’t imagine how she’s treating them if she willingly did this to a victim like Robert", you turned to look at Sam fully. His face was shifting as quickly as his thoughts, trying to find a solution to this.

"I mean, she's not trademarked the name yet. We can totally sue her for copyright. We're already a team and Bruce is gonna contact his cousin and try talking to Thor. If we file it now, then she can't counter sue because the name will belong to us", Sam announced.

You and Joaquin gave him a hopeful smile, happy that he's back in his element.

"Yeah, we're gonna need a lawyer, because with Valentina being the director of the CIA and Ross being in jail...", Joaquin suggested, conveying that Ross being in the Raft made it difficult because his vote and opinion wouldn't be taken into consideration now.

"Yeah, don't worry about that. Try talking to Happy. He's got some contacts", you informed Sam and he nodded before pressing a kiss to your hairline. You closed your eyes and leaned into it, hands caressing his chest soothingly.

"I'm going to visit Bucky tomorrow."

Sam pulled back and stared you in disagreement, "Babe, c'mon-"

You shushed him, "Don't drag me into your silly fights. I'm going to visit my best friend because he needs some support too. You, relax and do your job, Cap", you poked his chest and he huffed before turning his face away. You softened up and grabbed his chin in your hands to make him look at you, his brown eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Hey, baby. It's gonna be okay, yeah? Don't you worry your pretty head about it", you cradled his cheek in your palm. Sam leaned his head into your palm and nodded reluctantly, not wanting you to go in the lion's den but also worried about Bucky at the same time.

You went on your tip toes to kiss him softly and Sam reciprocated it before Joaquin cleared his throat, a hand covering his eyes.

"Yo, can you two like.. get a room...like, please", he shivered dramatically. You and Sam separated before you smacked Joaquin's arm lightly.

"Stop procrastinating, bird boy."

Sam burst out in a chuckle and Joaquin rubbed his arm.

-

The next morning, you and Sam departed with a lingering hug, him not wanting to leave you but you gave him lots of kisses to make up for it. He still sulked but eventually left for a meeting with Bruce, Happy and Leila to discuss about the case. Joaquin offered to accompany you but you told him not to miss his physiotherapy session for this.

You finally reached the tower, which you learnt was now called the Watchtower, and it looked pretty much the same except for some minor aesthetic changes here and there. The receptionist asked you whom did you want to meet when a voice called out behind you, "(Name)?"

You turned around to see Bucky standing there with his new hairstyle, looking a bit more tired than usual. You looked at him for a moment before walking over and bringing him in for a hug.

"Hey, Buck", you mumbled into his shoulder and he squeezed you before breaking the hug.

"I can't believe you got a blowout", you teased him and he let out a bashful chuckle.

"Yeah, alright. Come on", he walked you to the elevator and you almost shuddered with the nostalgia. You used to frequent this tower with your...almost family and now half of them are gone while you were visiting as a stranger. It hurt.

"You okay?", Bucky asked you in concern, snapping you out of your daze.

"Yeah, just...never realised how much I missed this place", you whispered sadly and he sighed, bringing an arm around your shoulders to gave you a side hug.

You kept nervously fiddling with your hands before the elevator doors opened to the common area of the tower. It wasn't any different, just more flashy than Tony’s taste--the bar area almost identical to Tony's and you almost felt like you were going to see him sitting there with a drink in his hand, probably arguing with Steve over something. Or that you'd see Natasha lounging around on the couch after a mission. It was weird and it made your stomach twist in unease before your eyes fell on a blonde woman who was eating a bowl of something on the couch while watching something on a laptop, and a timid-looking guy in oversized clothes was sitting next to her, reading a book.

Bucky walked you over to the step before clearing his throat and their heads snapped up. Their eyes widened as they landed on you.

"Wait- you-"

"You're that Avenger-"

"What are you doing here-"

Both of them kept talking over the other before Bucky spoke up, "Okay! She's (Name), my friend and, yes, an Avenger. And she's here to visit me."

You gave them a close lipped smile and waved, "Hi."

The blonde haired woman raised an eyebrow, "I'm still surprised you have friends other than Sam Wilson", her thick Russian accent teased Bucky before she addressed you, "Hi, I'm Yelena", she introduced herself.

"I-I'm Bob", the guy next to her shyly introduced himself and waved back. And that's when you looked at him properly and realised that he was Robert Reynolds. You stiffened up and Bucky immediately took notice of that, "What happened", he murmured lowly so that only you could hear him.

You forced a smile on your face, "Can we talk somewhere else?"

Bucky pursed his lips and nodded before taking you to his room. You sat down on his bed while he leaned on his work desk.

"What was that?"

"That was Robert Reynolds", you simply stated and his face shifted in understanding. Of course you guys must have done your research.

"Yeah. He was. How are you?”

You sighed, “Alright. How are you?”

Bucky averted his eyes from your intense stare, “I’m okay”, he mumbled lowly.

“No, you’re not. You two are so stubborn, why don’t you guys just accept that this is hurting you?”, you questioned him sternly, fed up of him and Sam acting like toddlers and beating around the bush.

Bucky huffed out a humourless laugh.

“Buck, he’s doing his best. Trust me, this case will help relieve you from Valentina’s stupid conditions. Sam will do anything to keep you safe. I will do anything to keep you safe. Please, help him out”, you requested him, your voice bordering on desperation.

Bucky just looked at you with his ocean blue irises wide like a puppy.

“He didn’t want this, but he has to. And the stakes are higher- Robert is a dangerous individual if he goes back being who he is and Valentina is on a power trip, she will manipulate you guys. We don’t want that to happen”, you conceded.

Bucky swallowed before speaking up, “I get that. Okay.”

You let out a relieved sigh before quipping, “Can’t promise Walker’s safety though.”

Bucky let out a genuine laugh, his eyes closed and crows-feet deepened.

“I am proud of you, you know that right? That Avenger suit looks amazing on you”, you complimented him and gave him a small smile.

He laughed, “Thank you, doll”, before turning somber again, “I- will he talk to me?”, he asked nervously while referencing to Sam.

Your expression softened, “Give him some time, yeah? He’s been overworked and stressed, attending meetings almost everyday. I’m sure he’ll come around”, you reassured him before quipping, “Can’t stay away from his lover for too long.”

Bucky groaned and threw his head back in exasperation, “Oh, shut up. You’re such a pain in the ass.”

You guffawed and he grumbled. After your laughter died down, you asked him about the team.

“Who even are these people? Just the most rough and ragtag looking group I’ve ever seen”, you asked him curiously.

Bucky scoffed, “Yeah. Well, you know Bob- or Robert”, you nodded, “And you know Walker-”

“Unfortunately”, you butted in.

Bucky scoffed before continuing, “-then there’s another girl- her name is Ava Starr, she’s been in some trouble with Scott and Hank Pym”, your eyebrows raised in interest.

“Then there’s Alexei or Red Guardian, he’s like the Russian version of Steve”, Bucky grumbled and you scoffed, “Wow, I need to meet him.”

“Trust me, you don’t”, Bucky replied in boredom.

“And the blonde girl-Yelena?”, you asked him, noticing the way he didn’t mention her yet.

Bucky looked at you with sympathy, “Doll….she’s Natasha’s sister.”

You froze, “What?”

Bucky nodded and gave you a smile, “Yeah. She’s a widow, too. Really nice kid.”

“Oh my god”, you muttered in disbelief. You knew Natasha had a sister. But you didn’t know she was a part of the same team as Bucky? There was an ache in your chest, a hollow space where you felt the absence of your dear friend Natasha. And the fact that you had a part of her here, was overwhelming. You felt protective towards her, wanting to keep her safe as well.

You looked at Bucky with teary eyes and he gave you a close lipped smile.

“They’re not that bad, you know? They’re imperfect and have been in not so tasteful situations but….they will fight for you. They’re loyal. And that’s all that matters. You know, we helped Bob fight the Void with a hug?”, his soft voice rang out in the empty room.

Your mouth fell open and Bucky elaborated further, joining you on the bed, “I’m sure you know he’s got some…issues. The void appears when he has these depressive episodes. Valentina manipulated him into believing that we’re his enemies and that he’s alone, so he took matters in his own hands. Bob didn’t do any of that because he wanted to. He’s a really good guy. Just shy and really awkward. Somewhat of a recluse because of his past. Th-we are very protective over him. Just give him a chance, yeah?”

You looked at him and nodded in understanding, “Of course, Buck. When we say all, we mean all of you. Those guys deserve a chance too”, you conceded. The situation with Bob was a little sensitive, but you’ve spent enough time around people worse than him to be okay with it.

Bucky gave you a satisfied smile. “You can do anythin’ you want with Walker, though”, he quipped and you let out a laugh.

“Alright, I’ll get going before Sam loses his mind”, you said while getting up from the bed.

“Yeah, how’s Torres now?”, he asked in concern. Joaquin annoyed the hell out of him but Bucky had come to be fond of the kid.

“He’s okay now. The burn marks are slowly fading. Still going to physiotherapy for his ribs, so, Sam has benched him completely”, Bucky huffed a laugh at that, well aware of Sam’s helicopter parenting.

“He wanted to come with me today but I told him not to miss his session.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows in a knowing look, “Oh yeah. Cannot miss those sessions at any cost.”

You smirked at him and he walked you out of the building, both of you lingering by the main entrance.

“Keep in touch, okay?”, you chided him with furrowed brows, referring to his habit of isolating himself from others.

A guilty look passed his face, “Yeah, I will, doll. Take care and-and tell Sam I’m sorry”, he confessed in a quiet voice, his 6 feet, super soldier self, suddenly looking small.

You narrowed your eyes at him but felt your chest ache in empathy at his efforts, “You tell that to him yourself”, and wrapped your arms around his back. He hugged you back and sighed before mumbling, “So damn demanding”, into your shoulder.

You pulled back and gasped before pushing his shoulder. He shrugged before laughing freely. You looked at him for a moment and huffed out a laugh before departing with your chest full.

You just hoped your family would be okay and this time, come what may, you’d do anything to protect all of them.

-

AN: I needed to write this so bad pls I can’t handle seeing my sambucky sad and upset w each other 💔 They will be stronger #trust

Might write a part 2 soon or might write it if Sam is in the f4 post credits or after doomsday releases ao that I get full context 😔☝️

[hivemuthur]

I am thinking and I want your thoughts. Psychology speaking, why do we, adult humans, enjoy being called “good girl/boy”?

Okay, I am thinking really hard for you here, but bear with me.

If we are talking about the general praise kink, I think the answer is quite simple: praise of any kind causes a dopamine release in our brain, tickling the reward center. So, the science behind it is quite straight forward. Why it lands so well during sex? I'm thinking most of us are quite vulnerable in the bedroom situation and praise is a positive reinforcement, telling us that we are doing something RIGHT. Everyone likes to hear that they are good in bed, no? I think it also does right by the person giving praise: if what you are doing/saying makes your partner happy/turned on it means you are also doing something right. Perpetuum mobile of positive reinforcement.

When it comes to the straight up "good girl/boy" phrasing I think it was used by pop culture and media so much that we already consider it a sort of 'classic.' It is also a simple praise that awes over something that is rather normal and somehow ends up making us feel special? Us, I mean, the people who are into it. Going into the classic setup of top/bottom, it's usually the bottom who ends up being called good. What are we being called good for? If, as a bottom, we are the one who is being, well... fucked? It's not THAT demanding. So what, is it our anatomy? Our attitude? The romantic in me likes to think it communicates: you are good enough. You are good as you are, I like what you do, I like having sex with you because it's you. It's nice. It creates atmosphere. It's kinda loving too. Also, it's quite easy to say, sounds nice. You can passionately slur it and it's still comprehensible.

So yeh, I guess it's a new classic. But I see your GG/GB (good girl/good boy) and raise you YHBMBAS (you have bewitched me body and soul).

What do you think?

[meirimerens]

could you expand more on the lavender marriage? i wanted to look up more posts of yours when you mention it but... tumblr search function... function't...

I don't think I've said much about it because it's kinda self-explanatory okay so the lavender marriage mention [that I can rember] is from le fameux "inheriting the earth" + 5yrs patho kids now adult designs & lore post with both Khan & Capella having "[material] wedding ring, purposefully mismatched as a sign of lavender marriage". for the uninitiated a "lavender marriage" is a type of marriage of convenience that one (or both) party/ies enter to conceal their homosexuality and attempt to reap the social benefits and personal safety of being in a heterosexual marriage. it can happen with both spouses being gay and using the appearance of a heterosexual pair for reciprocal protection, or only one of them being gay and entering the marriage for protection, the non-gay partner may or may not be aware of the other's homosexuality. if both spouses are gay, they may typically lend each other freedom to see other people.

in khan & capella's situation, a marriage of convenience is decided upon early [cf. Capella's lines] for the sake of "bringing the families together" (political alliance). Oh I have sooo much to think about how the older generation (in that case Maria and Vlad Jr) expect the one after them to rub off their blood and rebuild their shed (pivotal element of pathologic anyways [cf. Burakh]) but that's not about this rn. anyways yes marriage of political interests.

anyways now this is where I'm real I think they're both homosexual. capella knows this about khan because she's clairvoyant. khan knows this about himself. he knows capella knows when she gives him her little bunny smile and he remembers she's clairvoyant. he learns later [this is still pre-wedding] she is too and is like oooooh so we fundamentally can't love each other. thank god I just thought it was a me problem. Capella had been taking theatre classes and she learned to do a theatre-kiss [move the mouth to the side so the other kisses cheek, head angle important] for the wedding day. They shamelessly lie to the population to explain why they, bit by bit, stop living together very quickly after the wedding ("we need separate blankets he keeps stealing if off me" "we need separate bed she has such cold feet it's giving me the shivers" "we need separate rooms he snores" "we need separate houses my presence is draining her of her powers"). Maria knows that's not the truth, she's clairvoyant. Whether she feels anything for the brokenness of the ruling families having been pushed onto her brother as a teenager I haven't decided yet. Katerina knows because she's clairvoyant. Basically all the kids know they don't like each other and a select few adults do (not about the gay thing they just think they're in a normal loveless marriage of convenience like is unfortunately really common [a lot had own parents in one] just slightly happier about it)

In my mind's eye (in my eyes' mind) they both have their own lives pretty separate. Khan fucks off overseas, goes to boarding school, and travels, sends back copious amounts of books. Capella gets the telegram installed into the town and he sends short updates on his travels. She stays in town for Mistress Purposes, reads plenty of books and orders khan to go fetch some in obscure londonian libraries, carries the new administration on her shoulders frankly. the marriage stays as a constant reminded to the oldest siblings and the rest of the adults that it is their bullshit that created this unnatural and uncomfortable situation which reflects poorly on the town with how free both "spouses" live their lives. Capella goes dancing with the girls in the warehouses. Khan routinely goes and hang out with [gestures] this one guy who we don't know what their problem is or if they even have a problem anymore. nobody will let them divorce because that would force the town to reckon with its massive political mistakes and fundamentally broken systems. Capella had gone dancing with the girls in the warehouses on her wedding night and khan had found himself there also because he wanted to tell off notkin for running his mouth during the "speak now or forever hold your peace" and insulting the oldest siblings for cf. like 2 paragraph above and when these two begin jokingly asking what capella is even doing here in this dress she goes "it's my wedding day!!" and they make faces and pretend to be gobsmacked and khan says "and I wasn't even invited??" anyways yeah. very funny to me.

okay now what's this "i haven't said much because it's self-explanatory" >proceeds to say much. well hope you enjoyed.

[sanktpolypenbourg]

Love Yellowjackets obviously; I really enjoy that particular and somewhat nauseating blend between dark sitcom jokes and unflinching bleak brutality. It's kinda like Santa Clarita Diet except the jokes don't make it okay? You get girls goofing around about pop culture and eating each other's flesh and it never gets lighthearted, and that's by design. There are funny things in it, there are funny ways to look at even some of the most horrible things that happen in it, but the underlying reality is something much larger that exists well beyond the realm of humor. You make jokes about the cannibalism, but the cannibalism will be there whether you joke about it or not.

It once again does that thing I love from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared - everyone is a monster, and everyone is a person. Just because someone is quirky and relatable and vulnerable and suffering from near incomprehensible grief and trauma doesn't mean that their horrible blocky teeth weren't that of an apex predator. All it really takes is a shift in perspective from something being you to it being the most scary fucking thing you could imagine, and sometimes it doesn't even take that.

How do I put it - no matter how it all ultimately plays out and resolves, I feel one of its core things is that it is a reflection on the nature of, well, nature, and to a larger extend reality itself.

Everything we love and hate about ourselves is ultimately a tiny bubble in a sea of relentless entropy. No, it's not weird or a contradiction that the same girls who hunt, butcher, cook and eat one another also frolic with flower crowns and cuddle and make sarcastic jokes about the horrors of the shitbucket and do, quote "stupid girl shit". In fact they are exactly what humans have always been, just put into stark focus by how their world has been narrowed down. We are building our sitcoms and teen romance and heroic action movies and porn and entire fcking religions as subplots within the largest horror movie of all, the one that doesn't have a name and doesn't even care whether or not we are afraid or laughing, whether we find it beautiful or ugly, the movie where everyone is a prop and nobody is the audience.

Put differently:

Misty talks someone out of suicide by confrontationally teasing them and grossing them out with the prospect that she will personally eat their jucy buttmeats. The joke is delivered perfectly but the situation IS life and death, her tears ARE real, they ARE surrounded by death and hoplessness on all sides, she HAS eaten human flesh before and will do so again.

The incredible Liv Hewson plays in some ways the same tough snarky character they play in Santa Clarita. But you always watch them in the context of that much larger, infinitely indifferent universe. Their character is snarky IN the forest, but the forest itself isn't inherently funny, neither are the wolves that eat their face or the fire that burns them. Nor is the flesh of the people they themselves eat. Those things just are.

[mangionebabymama]

Okay ao3 anon here reporting for duty! I’ve been scouring these ao3 tags since 12/4 LMAO so I know them well! Ao3 writers are extremely talented, but the community is much smaller. That’s why I wanted to encourage people here to head over there, because positive encouragement means a lot and so many of the people over there truly deserve it!! Now some of these are lonnnggg but so worth it!!

“Criminally perfect, fugitive of my heart” has gotta be #1 for me. The dialogue is unmatched and she meant it in her description when she said “nerdy pantydropper Luigi”

“Mistakes like this” is another great one that takes place in Luigi’s family’s country club! Enemies to friends to lovers! So good! This author has another completed fic called “I know places” where Luigi meets a girl in Japan and they go back to the states and have a beautiful whirlwind romance

“Late nights and hidden feelings” is sooo cute!! It’s childhood friends to lovers (through becoming roommates lol) and their dynamic is ADORABLE! The smut gets so good in this one and the author does nice long chapters!

“Degrees of separation”…. Lemme tell you. This was my absolutely favorite back in December, but the author disappeared. Out of no where like a week or two ago, she started updating again and I’m so happy! She’s on tumblr as well! This one is for my teacher/TA Luigi girls

Also I will never stop gunning for “Until lambs become lions” by @scoutofmymind she is so talented and I love love love the heady toxic dynamic between these two

There’s so many many many more, but this is a good like 500k words to get you started😅there’s also a ton of incredible one shots on ao3! I feel like luigination gravitates towards one shots, so I can recommend some of those too, but I think now that summer is here we gotta give chaptered fics some love!!!

Honorable mention: “Hostel situations” for my action girlies! This is more adjuster-centered. Luigi is in the fic, but not MMC and not the adjuster (which is why it’s not first tbh, but if you’re willing to look past that, it’s so worth it). It’s an incredibly written and well thought out story, and some of the best smut I’ve ever read! It will keep you on the edge of your seat!

Thank you thank you for this anon 🥺

[animeomegas]

Naruto omegas and gendered language

I think gender in omegaverse is very interesting, and I was thinking about which omegas would prefer feminine or masculine language to be used about/to them, particularly with pet names and affection. Here are my thoughts on the matter!

I tried to pick ~4 per category

Strongly prefers masculine language - (ex. Prince, handsome, baby boy etc.)

Sasuke - Simple and masculine fits Sasuke's identity! Although, out of all the characters on this category of the list, he is the most flexible. There are situations, especially when he's a bit older (35+) where he will allow feminine language. It just takes him a while to get there.

Shikamaru - He might have a feminisation kink, but it's just a kink. Outside of the bedroom, he likes masculine language only.

Kakashi - Very uncomfortable with feminine language used on him. Generally, masculine only with him.

Chouza - He thrives feeling like the friendly patriarch, and the masculine terms to match are perfect for him.

Prefers masculine language

Kiba - He generally prefers masculine language, but not exclusively. There are exceptions for him.

Kankuro - He feels more connected to masculine language, but there are exceptions. Not many, but just enough to tip him down a category imo.

Shikaku - Slight preference masculine, but not nearly as much as his son.

Shisui - He prefers masculine pet names, but a couple well timed feminine ones will get him good too. I think he's the kind of person that thinks he should care that much, but he undoubtedly has a preference.

Likes both, in a roughly equal measure

Naruto - Truly, Naruto has an underrated relationship with gender that is deeply interesting imo. He would definitely want a good mix of feminine and masculine in his life.

Lee - He loves both. Call him pretty or handsome, and watch him melt. Call him your prince or princess, he'll agree.

Iruka - He was hard to pin for me, but I think he likes both. Although, unlike the others in this category, it's very situation specific for him. Some situations he has strong preferences, it just ends up being around equal in the end.

Shibi - He doesn't mind what you use for him, just choose a good balance, and keep it in private :D

Like either, or both, in any amount that their alpha chooses

Chouji - He likes both, but he follows his alpha's lead a lot, so if they start to use one more than the other, he comes to appreciate that one more.

Shino - Both will fluster Shino immensely. They should be used sparingly, but Shino will take anything.

Gaara - Will follow his alpha's lead. Any pet names are wonderful to him and he unabashedly adores them all, no matter how silly.

Haku - Anything is okay with him, not that that is particularly surprising.

Prefers feminine language

Sai - The older he gets the more he realises that the more feminine language terms are his preference. He also has a big penchant for very feminine coded clothing. It makes him feel confident to use feminine language. He's cool with some masculine stuff too though.

Itachi - Itachi's draw to feminine language is mainly that it's new! He wasn't encouraged to use it for himself and others never did. While a more neutral upbringing would have had him enjoying both, he leans towards the feminine because it feels special and marks a new era of his life in a clear way.

Minato - Feminine language makes him feel special. He's okay with masculine too, he just loves the feminine stuff!

Inoichi - He's another one that's hard to pin down for me, but I'm going to tentatively put him here.

Strongly prefers feminine language - (ex. Princess, beautiful, baby girl etc.)

Neji - He has a strong preference for feminine language. The occasional masculine term is really no big deal, but he melts when you use feminine language with him.

Deidara - He much prefers feminine language. He pouts if you use embarrassing affectionate language in front of other people though, feminine or otherwise.

Hayate - He is your princess, just don't use it too much in public, because any kind of pet name will make his friends bully him lol

(My thoughts on this change quite a bit with some characters, but this is how I'm categorising them today! <3)

[written-and-readen]

Notice Something New?

Gepard x fem!reader

Summary: Something about you feels different today, and Gepard is trying his best to find out what it is.

Warnings: nsfw (18+), more suggestive than explicit

“Uh, Gepard?” You ask at having the Silvermane captain’s eyes intently trained on you. It’s not unusual to catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re distracted, but that’s much less confrontational than having you backed up against a wall in your apartment. You’re scared he’ll hear your heart beat out of your chest if he gets any closer.

On the other hand, Gepard can’t quite put his finger on it. Something’s different about you today, he just doesn’t know what. Girls like that, right? Their partner being able to effortlessly notice and compliment a recent change. This situation doesn’t exactly make his observation come off as effortless, but he’s determined nonetheless.

Shirt? No, you bought that with Serval when you went shopping together. Skirt? He’s seen you wear it before. It’s secretly one of his favorites. Hair? Looks as good as it always does. Jewelry? Every piece is familiar. He can even recognize some as his own presents to you.

“Gepard, can you please tell me—”

“Let me figure it out, please!” His abrupt answer takes you aback, along with the step he takes towards you. Your cheeks flush at almost being chest to chest with him. Even with how awkward this is, you cannot resist the effect of having your handsome boyfriend pin you against a wall.

Gepard’s eyes scan you once more, finally landing on something poking through your shirt. His hand moves faster than his mind, and he only realizes his mistake from the soft gasp elicited from your mouth. Instead of being met with the fabric of your bra, the flesh of your breast kneads under his palm. His blue eyes dart up from your chest to meet your own, only serving to fluster you more. Is this real?

“I lost a bet to Serval, okay?” You admit under the pressure of his gaze.

"What kind of bet?" He wonders if it was one meant to drive him insane. Knowing his sister, that could very well have been one of her aims. The heat on your cheeks and the softness of your breast still in his hand has definitely stirred up certain emotions in his chest (and maybe other places too). The temptation to give your chest another squeeze just to hear you whine tugs at him.

“No underwear for a day…” You bite your lip as his thumb brushes over your hardened nipple, now easily noticeable through your shirt. Your thighs press together, and Gepard’s eyes widen as his own face flushes red. Oh.

His hand slides from your breast down your torso, ending at the edge of your skirt. The question is on the tip of his tongue, trying to muster up the courage to ask it. Despite your mutual embarrassment, will you show him that you’ve upheld your end of the bet?

[amber-laughs]

why does sansa instantly become so so so so much kind after agot? like in her first acok chapter she saves ser dontos, putting herself at great risk while in her second to last chapter in agot she’s bitching that jeyne is crying and was kinda very mean to arya like do I need to reread the books bc how come she becomes so different simply bc her fathers head was chopped off. like that’s not a small thing obviously but it doesn’t change someone’s personality so drastically , even when she becomes alayne and starts to heal (Alayne loved it here. She felt alive again, for the first since her father...since Lord Eddard Stark had died) she’s still incredibly nice like what’s up

That's a really good question and my simple answer is that her class and status changed so her worldview did along with it.

It's not a question of "is Sansa mean?" it's "does Sansa understand the gravity of what she's reacting to?" your example of her not extending much empathy to Jeyne Poole is a great one! at that moment Sansa doesn't understand what the audience understands, she thinks the Lannisters are on her side and that everything is going to be okay. She's a very sheltered girl because she's one of the highest born children in Westeros, Jeyne Poole is a steward's daughter who may have more of a sense of the dangers of upsetting the people above her. More importantly Jeyne saw the killings take place and knows exactly how bad things are, Sansa still thinks her father or Septa Mordane will come see her. it's sort of like Sansa thinks she's in a lockdown drill at school and Jeyne knows it's an active shooter.

For a second she thought she might cry. "Where are you sending her? She hasn't done anything wrong, she's a good girl." A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

She does have a desire to protect Jeyne back in Agot which is the aspect that bleeds over into her protecting Ser Dontos so there is precedence for that part of her it just never really needed to be utilized until now. The argument against that is her coldness toward the murder of Mycah which is definitely egregious and one of Sansa's major flaws. There's nuance to that situation though, Lady was part of her soul and had just been murdered on account of that debacle so you can argue that she wasn't in the proper headspace which I think is fair but I prefer to see that part of her story as an early view into the classism of Westeros. Like I said I think that's what mainly changed Sansa's perspective, she didn't care about Mycah because he was a nobody but soon Sansa will lose her station and know what it is to be looked down upon, laughed at, violated and mistreated. The Ser Dontos situation is, in my opinion, a direct foil to the Mycah situation. Sansa now understands Joffrey's cruelty and is vehemently against it and wants to stand against it as much as she can.

The Arya situation? Yes. She is mean to Arya I don't know why some people try to say she wasn't. I think it's an over correction because some fans act like she was beating her with brooms and treating her like Carrie at the prom but yes lol she was definitely mean but there is still love between them on both sides. These girls are very young they're 11 and 9 when we meet them so it's not something that I would hold up to her further arc in the sense that just because someone doesn't get along with their little sister doesn't mean they condone senseless murder.

The Alayne storyline, again a direct callback to her earlier characterization, and again something that people try to over correct. Yes, Sansa did think less of Jon because he's a bastard. No, Sansa was not purposefully cruel to Jon. These foils in her story are how and why she's changing. After Ned dies every part of her that was once protected by the feudal system is being stripped from her one after the other.

"You are well born, and the Starks of Winterfell were always proud, but Winterfell has fallen and you are really just a beggar now, so put that pride aside. Gratitude will better become you, in your present circumstances. Yes, and obedience. My son will have a grateful and obedient wife." A Storm of Swords - Sansa VI

"Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her father's head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them." A Storm of Swords - Sansa II

"Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him." Feast for Crows - Alayne II

at least that’s my interpretation of it

[overnightheartbeats]

He only chuckled along, knowing that if it really came to it, Sebastian wouldn't even know where to start. "Taking me down, for what? I am so innocent." A sheepish grin presented itself before shrugging. Launching into reasons why his deadline situation was complicated seemed too tedious. "Weird huh, no one's following any deadlines these days. Me included, I suppose. But, you don't have to worry about it." Just him, and his editor....and his publisher...and a whole other list of people.

"To be honest, I don't think I've ever gotten my palm read. I don't think I passionately believe or disbelieve. I'll be your guinea pig then, first palm reading customer." He listened as she recounted their days in school, the specific piece about her crushing on him was new. Everything else did sound semi-accurate to what he remembered. "Hey! You calling me shallow? I would've given anyone a chance, even a nerdy girl with glasses. I just never knew." He offered a smile, however. "I get it though, the fear of losing a friendship. Well, yeah I mean I never heard from you after you left the school."

Sebastian tilted his head, setting the menu down on the table. "No thinking," shaking his head with a grin, he reluctantly answered. "I can't promise anything, but I'll admit, I'm intrigued. That, and I'm not ready to say goodbye to you just yet. Okay, let's do it." He could only offer a shrug, knowing she was right about them setting the bar high. "Yeah, to be honest, that might not be a great starting point for me. First thing? A warm smile. How about you?"

"Don't you dare!" Gracie laughed shaking her head at his shenanigans. "If you do just know I'm taking you down with me." With narrowed eyes she smirked. "Really? No deadline for a writer?" Eyes narrowed just to see if he'd blink and confirm that was a lie. "That's the new way authors do it nowadays?"

She crossed her fingers against her heart and smiled. "I wouldn't lie about that. Now, take it with a grain or salt though. I can read palms just not sure how good I am. If you want to be my guinea pig then I would not be opposed to it. Do you believe in it?"

Gracie bit her lip trying to decipher what he thought. Maybe some part of her hoped he'd say he crushed on her too but that was her own mind trying to get some type of hope. "I mean, you were and your brothers were all sought after. No way you'd give a nerdy girl with glasses a chance. Well, I tried to but them got scared that you'd not feel the same and then I'd be super embarrassed and didn't want to lose the friendship. It was either lose yours or sit behind the bleachers being a giant loser. I figured someone at college or work would have caught your attention so you'd be married like your brothers."

"Mm okay. How about shutting your brain off for the rest of the day and spend a day with me but the only catch is you can't think. Just go." she sighed. "They set the bar high in standards for relationships but you know it wasn't all sunshine. No relationship is like that. Maybe what you're chasing or have been is finding what they found. Let's see. What's the first thing you notice about a person?"

[lagunaseca2013]

helloooooooo, 🛼 & 🥐 :)

hiiii kate! thanks for the ask <3 truths/dares here!

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

👨‍🔬📚⚖️🫦🪢

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

genuinely doxxing myself a little bit w this one bc i’m pretty sure this only went viral among me and my two best friends from hs (if ur reading this look away) but i say okay girl…….. all the time when i see a two bottoms situation and NO ONE ever knows what i’m talking about