#why is she where we stop. I mean I know why. but still.

[nik0nk1]

I’m sorry to ask but can we please have more Beerus! Reader x mark content😩🙏🏾

There was this one scene from Dragon Ball I’m not sure which one tho where beerus meets cheelai and he kinda falls for her like instantly😭 can we have some moments between reader and mark and how they stop villains together and he attempts at making food for her but it’s not the best best but Debbie helps him make it more manageable and reader knows he tried and she eats it no problem and just overall sweet yet still crackhead moments with mark and maybe how she interacts with Debbie and Oliver :3

Author's Note: honestly nddbshssjss nddjdsjddj love it, also this will be the second to the last Beerus![Name] and the last will be the reactions of Mark's variants on Beerus![Name] please suggest other more ideas in my inbox(⁠^⁠.⁠_⁠.⁠^⁠)⁠ﾉ

So without further adu, here are some Beerus![Name] moments with some of the invincible characters( mostly Mark lol Also sorry if there isn't any romance moments jdjjjddjs:( )

Beerus![Name] Moments

[Name] Just Wants Food, Mark is Her Unpaid Butler Now, Cecil is Developing Stress-Induced Baldness, Debbie is the Only One She Listens To, Earth is Off-Limits Because She Said So, Mark Keeps Getting Dragged Into Fights, Everyone is So Tired, [Name] Moved In Without Asking, She’s Claiming Planets Like Trading Cards, Cheetos Saved Earth, Canon? Don’t Know Her

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[Name] Claims the Planet & Moves in With Mark (Cecil Is Bald Now)

Cecil had never been more stressed in his entire life.

"YOU CAN’T JUST—" He inhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as his headache intensified. "YOU CAN’T JUST CLAIM THE PLANET!"

[Name], sitting on Mark’s couch, kicked her feet up onto the coffee table. "I just did."

Mark, standing next to Cecil, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why are we at my hou-"

He gets cut off by Cecil "Why would you do that?!"

[Name] shrugged. "Because it was there?"

Cecil looked like he was on the verge of a stroke. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!?!"

[Name], sipping from a juice box, tilted her head. "Yeah. It means I live here now."

Cecil inhaled deeply. "No, it means every government on Earth is PANICKING because some unknown Viltrumite just casually declared ownership over the entire planet—"

[Name] waved him off. "Oh, that’s dumb. I don’t want their government stuff, I just wanna live here. That’s your problem."

Cecil visibly aged ten years in that moment.

Mark groaned. "Where are you even staying—?"

[Name] smirked. "Here."

Mark blinked. "…Excuse me?"

[Name] gestured around. "Your house. I’m moving in."

Silence.

Cecil stared. "I need a drink."

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Meeting Debbie: The Unexpected New Roommate

Debbie had just walked in, holding groceries, when she was met with the sight of:

1. Cecil looking like he was on the verge of an aneurysm.

2. Mark rubbing his temples in pure exhaustion.

3. A complete stranger lounging on her couch with a juice box.

Debbie blinked. "What the hell is going on?"

[Name] turned, grinning. "Hi. I live here now."

Debbie froze. "…What."

Cecil groaned. "SHE CLAIMED THE PLANET, DEBBIE."

Debbie slowly turned to Mark, eyes narrowing. "Mark. Explain."

Mark sighed. "Mom, meet [Name]. She’s…technically a Viltrumite, technically super strong, technically declared Earth as hers, and—" He sighed deeply. "—she’s apparently moving in."

[Name] grinned. "Nice to meet you, Debbie."

Debbie stared at her. Then at Mark. Then at Cecil, who looked done.

Then she sighed, set the groceries down, and walked into the kitchen.

Cecil blinked. "Where are you going?"

Debbie didn’t even turn around. "To pour myself a glass of wine before I deal with this bullshit."

[Name] smirked. "I like her."

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Settling In (Mark’s Personal Hell Begins)

Mark had no idea how his life spiraled into this mess, but here he was—watching [Name] casually make herself at home.

She stole his room.

She stole his bed.

She stole his snacks.

She was just…there. Constantly.

Like now, for example.

Mark walked into his own room only to find [Name] sprawled across his bed, eating his bag of Cheetos like she owned the place.

Mark sighed. "Why are you in my room?"

[Name], not looking up from her phone, casually replied, "Our room."

Mark choked. "WHAT?"

[Name] blinked at him. "I live here, Mark. This is our room now."

"YOU CAN TAKE THE GUEST ROOM!"

[Name] shrugged. "Nah, this one’s better."

Mark groaned. "I hate you."

[Name] smirked. "No, you don’t."

Mark left the room and walked straight into the kitchen, where Debbie was making coffee.

He sighed. "Mom."

Debbie, without looking up, replied, "She’s your problem now."

Mark groaned, dramatically collapsing onto the counter. "Cecil’s gonna kill me."

Debbie smirked, sipping her coffee. "Cecil’s already dead inside."

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Mark & [Name]: The Most Chaotic Duo Ever And Stopping Villains Together

Mark had long since accepted that fighting alongside [Name] was not a normal experience. He was used to strategy, teamwork, and at least some level of planning.

And [Name]?

Pure, unfiltered chaos.(As usual)

Like today, for example.

A B-list villain named Overload had been terrorizing downtown, his electricity-based attacks shorting out power grids and causing city-wide blackouts. Standard superhero work.

Mark was mid-air, dodging arcs of electricity while trying to get close. "[Name], can you—"

BOOM.

The entire street shook as Overload went flying into a billboard, face-first, before tumbling down onto a car.

Mark turned, sighing.

[Name] stood there, cracking her knuckles. "What? He zapped my bag of Doritos."

Mark pinched the bridge of his nose. "You just punched him through a billboard—"

"Yeah, ‘cause he was being annoying. You were taking too long."

"He was mid-monologue!"

"Exactly. Annoying."

Overload groaned, barely conscious. [Name] walked over and nudged him with her foot.

"Hm. Not dead. Cool. What’s for lunch?"

Mark stared at her. "We’re still in the middle of a fight!"

[Name] shrugged. "I dunno, seems like we won."

Mark turned back to Overload, who weakly raised a hand. "…I surrender."

Mark sighed. "I hate that you’re always right."

[Name] grinned. "I know."

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Mark Attempts Cooking (And Fails, But It's the Thought That Counts)

Mark had exactly one mission today: make [Name] a meal.

The problem?

Mark couldn’t cook for shit.

He’d tried. Really, he had. He even watched a few YouTube tutorials on how to make something decent. But by the time Debbie walked into the kitchen, it looked like a war zone.

The stove had suspicious burn marks, the counter was covered in ingredients (somehow including things that weren’t even part of the recipe), and Mark was standing there with flour in his hair, staring at a pot like it personally insulted him.

Debbie took one look and sighed. "Oh my god."

Mark groaned. "Mom, help. Please."

Debbie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mark, what is this supposed to be?"

He gestured vaguely to the…thing. "…Pasta?"

Debbie stared. "You burned water."

Mark winced. "…Yeah."

She sighed. "Move over, I’ll fix this before she arrives."

After a lot of motherly intervention, the dish was technically saved. It wasn’t perfect, but it was edible. Which was a huge improvement.

When [Name] arrived, Mark was visibly stressed while she sat at the table, inspecting the food.

Mark coughed. "So, uh. I made this for you."

[Name] blinked. "Why?"

Mark hesitated. "…Because I thought you’d like it?"

[Name] stared at him. Then at the food. Then back at him.

Without hesitation, she grabbed a fork, scooped a bite, and ate it.

Mark watched her carefully.

She chewed. Swallowed. Paused.

Then nodded. "Not bad."

Mark exhaled, relieved. "Oh, thank god."

Debbie crossed her arms, raising a brow. "You’re way too nice. That was barely passable."

[Name] shrugged. "I’ve eaten worse. One time I had to survive on a planet that only had meat that regenerated while you chewed."

Debbie and Mark both stared.

Mark hesitated. "…I don’t wanna ask."

[Name] nodded. "You really don’t."

Debbie sighed. "Mark, if you ever cook again, I’m supervising."

Mark groaned. "Noted."

[Name] grinned. "Don’t worry, I still think it’s cute that he tried."

Mark turned red. "Shut up."

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[Name] & Debbie: The Most Unexpected Friendship

Debbie never expected to befriend a Viltrumite Goddess of Destruction, yet here she was.

[Name], despite her terrifying power, was surprisingly respectful toward Debbie. And by respectful, that meant she actually listened whenever Debbie scolded Mark.

Like when Mark forgot to take out the trash.

"Mark, I told you to do it before heading out."

Mark sighed. "I was busy—"

[Name], lounging on the couch with a bag of chips, turned. "Mark, just do it. She’s right."

Mark groaned. "Not you too."

[Name] nodded. "She made me food, so she wins this argument."

Debbie smirked. "See? She gets it."

Mark threw his hands up. "Oh my god."

Another time, Debbie had been stressed from work. [Name] had noticed and, instead of saying anything, simply plopping onto the couch beside Debbie.

Debbie blinked. "What are you doing?"

[Name] shrugged. "I dunno. You looked tired, so I’m keeping you company."

Debbie stared. "…Huh."

[Name] then grabbed the remote. "Wanna watch bad reality TV? I heard humans find it entertaining."

Debbie hesitated, then sighed. "…Yeah, actually."

[Name] smirked. "Nice. Let’s watch people make terrible life choices."

And that’s how Debbie ended up watching The Bachelor with a god-tier Viltrumite who could destroy planets but instead spent the evening judging contestants like a drama-loving auntie.

Debbie decided she definitely liked her.

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Cecil’s Hairline Is Gone

Cecil genuinely considered retirement after this.

[Name], somehow, had hacked the system of life itself. She claimed the planet, got a free house, free food, and a free personal punching bag (Mark).

Debbie, at some point, just accepted it.

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Overall: Chaos, Friendship, and Cheetos

Mark had no idea how his life ended up like this. His team-ups with [Name] were less about strategy and more about damage control.

And his mom somehow got along better with [Name] than he did.

But at the end of the day, when [Name] casually threw an arm around him after another insane fight, stealing his fries while grinning, he figured…

Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Even if he was never getting his snacks back.

And Mark?

He was never getting his bed back.

Author's Note: HOPE YALL LOVE THIS ONE DJJDNJDDJ

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[landossnorriss]

never stop racing || ln x she.

Pairing: lando x she.

Summary: travelling to the singapore grandprix at 8 months seemed like a great idea. until it wasn't.

Word Count: 2.1ishk

Warning: pregnancy & mush.

AN: i started this after the grand prix and just found it and decided to finish it. it hasn't been proof read or edited really so sorry for any errors, finishing this was purely a self service.

she absolutely, should not have come to the track today. at 8 months pregnant she shouldn't have been travelling all but given the level of tears that had been shed when he had tried to leave her, lando felt like he would have moved heaven and earth to get her the all clear to fly with him. she still had a month left at this point so he wasn't sure what the drama was , there was plenty of time for her to be returned safely to monaco after they had finished this race.

they had agreed that she would be shipped straight to the garage and that is where she would hide all weekend, no traditional media walk ins together , no stopping to be nice , lando wasn't playing when it came to her and for most of the weekend , a smug feeling settled on him at just how easy it had been to have her here. she had smashed the long practice days, quali hadn't seemed to unsettle her all that much, everything had seemed calm as she had kissed him good luck and he had settled into his car before the race. everything was fine the way that he had said it was going to be.

he was wrong.

the radio was quiet , too quiet. he didn't think much of it at first , it was usually a good thing that the radio was quiet and that there wasn't much for will to say but when he called for a tire update and wills response was so slow? he knew something was wrong.

" tires are good. " wills short reply came and that was enough for lando's panic to really set in. will always had more to say, he was a yapper even when lando had begged him not to be. " what's wrong? " he asked his engineer, fighting back the urge to pull into the pits as he passed them to check himself, he couldn't afford to give up this win if everything was okay but why - " hello? why is no one talking to me? " he called again before he heard the radio open once more and this time , will wasn't quick enough , lando heard it just as he was quickly closed again. " why is she screaming! " his baby , something was happening to his love and no one was talking to him.

" so lando , we don't want you to panic, but we may have a water breaking situation happening here in the garage, just a little labour but she told us not to tell you. " will offered and lando could hear the nerves in his voice. over the years they had promised to not to lie to each other , to keep each other honest and he knew his race engineer was likely in a tough spot.

"what do you mean shes in labour and you didn't tell - fuck i hit the wall, check for wing damage boys. " lando cursed as he made his first hiccup of the race. how could they just drop that on him. sweat was pooling around his eyes, everything in him ached in the heat , he was so far out ahead he didn't even know what point in the race he was even at any more and his son was about to be born?

" box, i'm gunna box this lap." lando called because no championship was worth him missing the birth of his son, not when he was so close. will turned to look at her from where she had been laid out at the back of the garage given she hadn't wanted to move anywhere else. "he's going to box." the engineer called and maybe they always asked too much of her, but today she understood what they wanted, what they needed. " give me a fucking radio right now. " she groaned through another contraction.

she had thought about asking jon to drive her back to the hotel quietly when she had felt her water break. women's births took hours all the time, especially their first, lando could join her when she was done , but everyone had been busy and she was sure her contractions could be hidden once they started. turned out , lando wasn't the only one wrong about everything being fine. " lando norris , you do not need to box."

" but he's about to be here and i don't want to miss him. "

"you're not missing anything other than the damage i'm currently doing to jons hand."

" i want to see you. "

" i want you to stop nearly crashing into the wall, i have a baby to hold off for another 20 minutes and you have a fucking race to win and a championship to win got it muppet? "

" baby... "

" i'll hold off as long as i can lan, but i need you to drive okay, ow shit, i promise, i love you so much now fucking drive. "

" i need to box to check the wing. "

" then box but if you get out of that car i won't deliver this baby out of pure spite. "

" what if i miss him?" lando didn't want to miss the birth of his first son , " whose with you? " he knew that it was likely she was surrounded but he needed to know exactly who was at her side.

she couldn't help but smile, one of the hardest races of the year and he could take the time to ask about who was holding her hand. god she loved him so much. " if you miss , fucking hell that one hurts. " she groaned as another contraction rolled through her and lando swerved, ever so slightly. " okay being on the radio is a bad idea , you're gunna crash , i'll hold off lan and if i can't , we will tell him his dad was winning a race just a few minutes away whilst his team welcomed him into the world okay?" she cried through the radio.

" you mean more to me than this. "

" and your future , your dreams ? they're mine to protect lando norris , box this lap for fresh tires. i'll see you at the end of the race. " she nodded , pulling the headset off of herself before she could change her mind and beg for lando to join her.

lando was sure he and will hadn't spoken this much during a race since he had been a rookie , reminders to drink and bring the car home, the urge to box every time he heard even a muffle of a sound in the background. will gave him the updates he could without distracting him too much.

as soon as he took the chequered flag he had one mission , get weighed, get to the garage. press could honestly go fuck itself , he would take all the fines in the world to make it back to the safety of his garage without being stopped but as he arrived, pulling his balaclava off, he heard the distinct cry he had been waiting for over the last several months. his son.

"i missed him?" lando breathed as he came to a halt next to andrea, his eyes landing on the love of his life and the tiny bundle in her arms, jon faithfully at their side.

" are you gunna believe me if i tell you i had to push one more time just as you crossed the finish line?" she beamed as she looked back at the man who was no doubt facing some serious fines given the lack of time it had taken him to get here from parc ferme , he couldn't have waited to do a single thing other than get weighed.

lando stood frozen as he took in them , she had never looked more beautiful to him in the years that he had loved her. she was surrounded by tires, blankets , her cheeks were as red as his own from the heat. way too many people surrounded her and yet every bit of her looked perfect. " you did it. " slowly finding his feet again lando moved the small few steps to kneel next to her , zak moving out of his way so that the young family could take each other in for the first time.

" careful , we're still attached whilst we wait for the ambulance. " she urged lightly as lando reached to cup his sons head, watching as big blue, green eyes looked up at him. he looked just like him , he was a dad. " meet your son race winner. " feeling a hand clap on his shoulder, lando lifted his head for a moment looking at zak with tears in his eyes.

" congrats kid. " zak offered , words failing him for seemingly the first time in forever. he had known lando since he was a boy. now as he looked at him , for the first time it was clear to see the man he had grown into. with a boy of his own. nodding lando flashed him a smile before his gaze looked back at his baby and the woman holding him.

" you did it , i'm sorry i wasn't here. " he mused , leaning to offer her a soft kiss despite their audience , oscar now having also joined the party. " god hes so perfect look at him. " he couldn't believe that he was here , what had he ever done to deserve his life being this good?

" alright everybody , let's give the new parents some space and let the medical professionals get in here , oscar to interviews , we have some answers to give for landos absence." andrea called, moving the crowds along, only a select few staying close by, not many willing to push the boss.

" i can't believe i gave birth at a grand prix , how did we even let this happen. " she chuckled as she looked back at lando , who had yet to take his eyes off of his son.

" i can't believe you wouldn't let me box. " he muttered , they still hadn't agreed on a name , they had none of his stuff and yet everything felt oddly calm in this moment.

" never stop racing lando , we never stop racing. " she whispered hand reaching out to run through his race worn curls.

" huh , i like that , might have to steal that one. " zak chuckled behind them as he continued to watch on. they weren't paying attention to him and that was fine , he was happy to watch as they spoke in hushed whispers, fawning over their new born. he knew as lando had grown into himself, lots of people had questioned who he was but they would have had needed to see this , the two of them so in love with each other it was obvious in every small movement. his eyes followed lando who never moved from her side as they were moved into an ambulance, who climbed alongside her in his race suit without a thought. there would be questions to answer come tomorrow morning , statements to release, he'd given them as much time as he could together before it was on to the next one .

feeling a presence at his side as he watched the ambulance drive off, zak smiled at his team principle, giving off a small laugh as he did . " you think any race is going to top this one? "

" i'm not so sure , but our family just grew by one , so wins all around."

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at the hospital , lando found himself wide awake. looking to the hospital bed he found the love of his life still sound asleep, the day had finally caught up with her once everyone had been checked over. jon had dropped him his normal clothes in but the rest of the visitors had been put off till tomorrow.

the nurse had told him it was important to learn to sleep whilst the baby did but all he could do right now was hold him , take in every perfect piece of him. he could feel the tears well again if he thought about the fact he was here and he had just missed him arriving but there had been plenty of assurances that neither mum nor baby would have had it any other way and lando couldn't believe his luck , a mclaren baby through and through was just a little too on brand for the young racing driver.

" hey little man , just me again , i can't believe that you're here and you're mine and that your mum did such an amazing job with you. " he whispered to the sleeping infant in his arms , little milo , milo maxwell norris. " i know you're sleeping , but i just wanted to promise you that i'm going to give you the world, you and your mum , even if i'm racing , even if it gets hard, you will always be my number one milo, always. "

[biancadoes1]

Let me just start by saying that I do think there is more to all this than what we are being shown and I do think Nic and Luke are together. But I am curious your thoughts on this push of the adjacents? Ok, Nic may not necessarily be pushing it, but in my opinion, she is at the bare minimum leaning into the JD storyline. I guess I’m just questioning why now? Do you think it’s simply because they are just not ready to go public and are using these “relationships 🙄” to distract? I’m starting to wonder if these sudden J and A storylines might be because Nic and Luke want us shippers to back off? I mean we have Nic with her “my buddy” and “my dear friend” and Luke with his appearances with A.

But then I start doubting that too for a few reasons. I mean, they are both adults and could just ask fans to stop shipping them if it’s what they really want. Also, to us, we are so entrenched in it that I think alot of us believe that everyone is shipping them but I think it’s actually a small group of folks that are still on the ship in comparison to the Bridgerton/Polin GA. And I think the vast majority of us keep to our quiet little corner of the internet and keep our shipping discussions to like minded blogs, so it almost seems like they would have to be searching for the shipping discussions. Not saying that some people aren’t loud as fuck about it and posting/commenting on all their insta posts, but I am just saying most are shipping respectfully. And the last reason I will mention that I don’t think they care if we continue to ship them is because it’s always this same pattern: Nic/Luke start sharing stuff almost as a warning that something is coming, then we get hit with adjacent pap pictures or something, then we get what seems almost like coordinated posts that could be seen as a hint that everything is fine.

Or they just really are with these people and we have read everything so very wrong. Which I know is always a possibility. But at the same time I find it so hard to believe. Anytime we see Luke with A, he just genuinely doesn’t look like a man happy and in love. But then we see him with Nic and it’s like everything fits together perfectly. And I won’t even mention Nic and J because it just makes absolutely no sense to me.

I’m so sorry to have rambled on for so long. I guess I’m just feeling v confused and don’t have anyone to talk to about it. 🫨🥴 I would just love to hear your thoughts on this if you are willing to share.

Thanks Bianca, for your amazing blog! I know we don’t always make it easy for you, but we are grateful for all you do! 💜

The fact that there’s an established pattern here that a lot of people are aware is proof enough imo.

These things wouldn’t continuously happen like this if they were just out there “living life” in these pictures.

People really struggle with this when they only look on the surface level. These pics work on the GP who don’t actively participate in the deep fandom where these things are discussed which I believe is the goal.

They want people to believe they’re in other relationships currently.

Why?

I don’t know. I would like to think things are coming to a close soon but maybe they have deals they need to settle before then. Certain things need to be played out before that happens.

Maybe they don’t want to come out period, idk but I wish they would make that more known so I can go 🤣 because I’ll be so real I wanted to jet earlier this week because it’s starting to feel just a bit ridiculous and like we’re never going to reach a conclusion.

Regardless, everyone feels how they feel about this situation but from my perspective, they’re showing the public one thing and living out their lives in a completely different way away from prying eyes.

[simmerandwrite]

grapefruit sidecar (part 1)

part of the Sink Into Me universe

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader x mob! Bucky Barnes

Summary: It was just an innocent question. You definitely didn't have any ulterior motives: “Have you ever had a threesome?” But when Steve admits something from his past with Bucky, you can't help but wonder...

Part 1: The Club | Part 2: The Penthouse

Warnings: 18+!!! established relationship (Steve x reader), MFM threesome shenanigans

Notes: here we gooooo! I don't think you *need* to read Sink Into Me to enjoy this two part series, but hey - feel free to read it! enjoy! and yes in my mind these two fuck like owen gray and small hands what who said that

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“Have you ever had a threesome?”

The question came from your lips so casually, so innocently that Steve wasn’t sure he had heard you correctly. He stilled his pen and lifted his eyes to you, curled up in the corner of the couch in his office. 

You were typing away on your phone, nursing the tail end of a hangover. Steve had insisted he could take you home to have a nap following the late brunch you shared together, but you insisted you wanted to just orbit near him for the rest of the day. 

He couldn’t say no to that. But he also couldn’t keep putting off some paperwork, so armed with an oversized iced tea for hydration, you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he worked. And now he knew exactly why you had encouraged him to get a nice throw blanket to keep at the office too. 

Steve cleared his throat, finally drawing your eyes to his. You gave him a cheeky smile. 

“And where is that question coming from?”

“Uhm,” you started slowly, sitting up a bit straighter as you put your phone down. “A weird turn of topics in the group chat with the girls.” 

Something about your smile made Steve think that wasn’t the whole truth. 

He laughed. Okay, he’d play along. “And is my response going to be the next topic in the group chat with the girls?” 

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that. Just because Maria loves updating us on her sex life constantly, doesn’t mean I contribute the same way. Scouts honour.” 

Steve pushed back on his chair and stood, removing his glasses as he walked over to join you. 

“Weird place for pillow talk,” he said, planting himself beside you on the couch. You were quick to adjust and cozy up at his side. “But yes, I’ve had a threesome. More than one.”

“Oooh. With who?”

One of his eyebrows shot up, scanning your curious wide eyes. “Sweetheart.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just wondering how threesomes even happen. I’ve never had one, thought about it I guess but like.. who executes the idea? Do you talk about it beforehand or does it just happen? Who makes sure it’s fair?”

Steve let out a hard laugh. “When I’m involved, everyone has always had a good time. It’s been fair.”

“Okay but with who?”

He hesitated. 

“Come onnnnn. Who was it? When was it? Wait. Have you had more than one? Was it with someone I know? You know I don’t care about your history with Sharon. She probably has some attractive girlfriends.”

Steve blew out a breath. What did he have to lose here? You and him were both typically very secure in your relationship, but he still didn’t want to unintentionally hurt any feelings. 

“Okay. If you really want to know.” He shook his head, somehow confused he was even talking to you about this. “I’ve had a few. Haven’t happened in a while, usually there are just certain circumstances where… It happened organically. With a repeat participant.” 

You nodded, eager. “Whoooo?”

“Usually it was me, and that repeat participant, and a nice girl we found at the club.”

“Steve.” You groaned out his name. “Just tell me. Who is she?”

Steve’s lips grew into a small smirk as he gave you a sideways glance. “Not a she.”

You gasped, sitting up on your knees at his side. “What? Who? Oh my god, I shouldn’t have just assumed it was a woman.” You stopped your train of thought and narrowed your eyes. “Wait. Oh my god. Oh my god! Is it Bucky?”

Steve raised his eyebrows then gave you a slow nod.

“Ahh!!” You tapped your hand on his shoulder, excited. “That makes so much sense. You two have such a close friendship and honestly, that’s..” You let out a long breath, closing your eyes for a second. “That’s really hot. You and Bucky. Damn.”

Steve shifted slightly in his position, raising an eyebrow and watching as you grew excited beside him on the couch. “Sorry? That’s really what?”

“Steve.” You opened one eye and looked at him quickly. “You heard me. Listen, I’m not blind. Bucky is attractive. But don’t– I’m not, like, attracted to him. Okay, well, I am but not like that.”

“Like how then?” Steve couldn’t help but make you squirm about this whole topic now. It was something he hadn’t ever considered with you - sharing your intimacy with anyone else. Mostly because the idea of any other person on the planet even looking at you like that made him fire up with a possessive side he had a hard time hiding. But… Bucky wasn’t just anyone. 

There was a certain thrill that Bucky and Steve used to share when they’d do this together. The experiences were never really planned but Steve knew if someone caught his eye that Bucky would be interested in just as much as he was, and they were both in the mood for a little extra fun, then it was only fair to throw it on the table. They had their own signal, even. A quick side hug with a keyword dropped into the conversation, followed by a confirmation double ear tug.

It had always been a sober choice, too. 

“Stop,” you replied quietly, leaning into Steve’s shoulder again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I can forget it.. If that’s what you want.” He extended his hand to prop your chin up, encouraging you to look him in the eyes again. “But if it’s something you want to discuss further..”

You pulled back slightly. “What?” It looked like your mind was misfiring as you found your words. “But.. wouldn’t that be weird? Also.. wait. Are you – Hmm. It sounds fun but kind of scary and.. How do you even start and..” You paused and closed your eyes again. “Would Bucky even want to… with me..? Am I even his type?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve turned directly to you, grasping your hands in his. “You have no idea.”

—

Steve knew the right moment would present itself. Because the millisecond you had started the conversation with him about it, he had a feeling it would happen eventually. But, it was important that the timing was just right.

Mostly because he didn’t want you to worry or panic about it. In fact, in the few conversations you and Steve had shared about the entire threesome topic, he had made it abundantly clear that you would be in charge. That was usually the method Steve and Bucky followed anyway, depending on the third person sharing a bed with them.

Really though, after all of this chatter about the possibility, Steve could see your confidence and excitement growing. You had told Steve it was his responsibility to read your energy and Bucky’s to make sure everything felt right. And Steve had suggested maybe easing into the whole thing anyways. Maybe you didn’t go all the way right away. 

But, the right moment had to arrive.

And on a very ordinary Saturday night at the club, things seemed to be aligning. First and foremost, Steve knew you were in a great mood. You had an extra day off, you’d recently finished a big project at work and Steve had even just surprised you with a shopping spree. He knew how rarely you spent money on yourself, especially for new pieces of clothing. He had been especially generous when it came to a few pieces of lingerie. 

One set specifically he knew you had on under that new dress. While the club wasn’t always your preferred location for a Saturday night, you had been the one to suggest it this time. You wanted to dance with your girls and who was Steve to hold you back?

As for Bucky, Steve knew his friend had recently gone on a few bumpy first dates. First dates that didn’t deliver because it was clear from Bucky’s on and off grumpy mood that he was pretty pent up. Steve knew it was still a shot in the dark if Bucky would want to participate, but maybe he’d want to let off some steam and have fun.

So, when it was early enough in the night that both you and Bucky hadn’t yet overindulged, Steve started to put a plan into action.

When you came back upstairs to his private area for a break from the dance floor, Steve handed you a glass of water. 

“I’m cutting you off,” he whispered into your ear.

“I’ve only had one glass of –”

“Baby..” Steve pressed a kiss against your neck. “Just trust me. You go back down and dance while I chat with Bucky.”

You let out a small gasp, reaching out to grab the lapel of Steve’s suit. “Wait. Really? Are we–”

Steve cut you off with a kiss, then motioned towards the dancefloor. You gave him a coy smile over your shoulder as you hurried down to find Wanda and Maria again.

With a deep breath, Steve ran a hand through his hair then headed towards the bar. Bucky had his back against the counter, sipping a rocks glass as he surveyed the space. Steve stopped at Bucky’s side, giving him a small nudge on the arm.

“What are you drinkin’?” Steve prompted, matching Bucky’s pose.

Bucky furrowed his brow, turning to look at Steve. “Whiskey.”

“Wanna switch it up?” Steve asked slowly, turning his head to meet Bucky’s eyes. “Maybe we split a grapefruit sidecar?”

Bucky nearly choked as he turned to face Steve directly. “What? Rogers, I’m not going to .. If you are planning to fuck this up with your girl over some other broad.. I’m going to fuckin’ kick your ass and–”

Steve brought his hands up to stop Bucky from doing exactly that. “Jesus, Buck. Don’t think so fucking little of me, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then leaned in closer. “This invite is coming from me and my girl.”

Bucky’s eyes blew open, mouth slightly agape as he looked at Steve. “Are you serious?”

Steve grinned, raising his eyebrows up for a brief moment. “You need a second to mull it over?”

Bucky blinked, clearly letting his mind catch up. He quickly discarded his glass on the bar and raised his hand to tug on his earlobe. “Stevie, you know I’d never admit to having impure thoughts about your girl but..”

Steve laughed then grasped Bucky’s shoulder. “My office. 20 minutes.”

–

Steve came and found you on the dancefloor not long after he had pitched that tonight would be the night. And holy shit, you couldn’t believe it. You were buzzing with more than just excitement - there was a flutter of nerves and impossibilities flashing through your mind too.

Even though Steve had quite thoroughly told you how much fun you’d all have, how Bucky would enjoy himself just as much as you would, if not more. Despite those reassurances, you wouldn’t believe it could even happen until, well, it happened.

Now, as you were heading to Steve’s office - there seemed to be some sort of electricity in the air. 

God, you looked hot tonight. That was helping a lot. Out of all the clothes Steve had dropped down cash for, the dress you were wearing had been one of your favourites. It hugged the curves of your body in the most perfect way, with a generous view of your chest and a short hemline that left little to the imagination. You had felt effortlessly sexy in it, especially with the lacy garments underneath threatening to peak out at the top.

Steve’s office was empty when you both arrived, the walls dulling the bass from trickling in from the club. Steve left the big lights off, opting for just lamplight and ambiance from the illuminated Brooklyn skyline seeping in. 

Before you could start nervously pacing, Steve pulled you into his arms. He was leaning against the edge of the desk and you stood between his legs.

“Hey, remember what I said before..” Steve started, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your arms as he kept eye contact with you. “If you change your mind, at any point.. You just say so. And then it’s over, no questions asked.”

You nodded. “I know. Thank you.” As much as you were trying to keep it together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m excited. But I'm nervous, too. How does this start and–”

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. After a few seconds, there was a voice.

“It’s, uh, me. Bucky.”

Steve glanced down at you, giving you one last look waiting for your confirmation. You responded with a coy smile and a nod, shifting around to lean against Steve. He draped his arms around you and called out for Bucky to come in.

You had always been aware of how attractive Bucky was. You were a normal, warm blooded woman after all. But there was something even hotter about seeing him cross through the doorway, knowing full well what intentions you all shared. And the fact that Bucky looked nervous, like his confidence wasn’t guarding him as it usually did, made it all feel even better.

Fuck. These men and their suits, too. Bucky was wearing black on black on black and the way his metal arm glinted under the lamplight, you nearly choked.

Bucky shut the door behind him, glancing over his shoulder quickly to look back at Steve. You sensed Steve’s nod, because Bucky made sure to lock the door, too. Then after an awkward silence, Bucky took it upon himself to sit on the couch.

“So,” Steve started, all calm and casual as his fingertips skated against your exposed collarbone. 

All you could do was stare straight ahead at Bucky, watching him watching you and Steve. Fuck, what happened now? How did you cross this line and–

You gasped as Steve’s lips found your neckline, weakening your knees as his tongue and lips explored your skin.

“Sweetheart,” Steve paused, moving one hand down your body and toying with the bottom of your dress. “How are you feeling?”

You whimpered, closing your eyes. “G-good. Yeah, so good.”

Steve grinned against your neck, pressing another kiss under your ear. “Buck?”

You looked back towards Bucky as he took a second to reply. He was already adjusting the top of his jeans, taking in slow breaths. “Yeah, so far so..” When he bit his lip, you nearly collapsed.

Steve lowered his voice, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Baby, what do you want? You wanna help Bucky feel even better?”

Holy fuck, you did. You really did. Jesus Christ almighty, the whole concept of Steve encouraging you to put your mouth on Bucky was electric. 

“You already makin’ a mess of those nice panties, baby?” You nodded again, looking back up at Steve as he grabbed your neck. “You take care of Bucky then he’ll watch me take care of you. How’s that sound?” 

Your reply was a jumbled up moan of positivity as Steve kissed you again, hard and wet before squeezing your hips and swatting your ass. 

As you walked towards him, Bucky sat up just a bit straighter on the couch. He was still nervous but judging by how he was running his hands down his thighs, you only imagined how excited he was, too.

“Hi Bucky,” you said quietly as you very slowly got down on your knees. “Can I..” You dragged your tongue across your lips, then glanced down at his belt.

Bucky swallowed hard, sparing another glance towards Steve before looking back at you. He sucked in a breath then reached his hand out to steady your chin. “Only if you want to, doll.”

You couldn’t help but smile, genuinely. Despite being on your knees in front of him, you were grateful that Bucky was still confirming your own interest in this whole thing.

“Yes, please.” You nodded and placed your hands on his knees, slowing running them up his slacks until you met his belt buckle.

He was quick to assist you in your task, pulling at his belt and lifting his hips as you yanked on his pants and boxers. His cock was already hard and ready and you couldn’t even help yourself, immediately reaching for it.

“Fuck,” Bucky exhaled, hands clutching the couch as you ran your hands against it.

“Buck,” Steve called out from across the room. “Pillow.”

You looked up at Bucky, who was scrambling to reach out and grab a nearby throw pillow from the opposite side of the couch. Without a second thought, he lifted it to rest behind his head before Steve interrupted him.

“For her knees, you dumbass,” Steve laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry,” Bucky mumbled, helping you position it under your knees.

You didn’t reply, but instead you gave Bucky a sweet smile then got to work. You swiped your tongue around the head of his cock, before trailing it down along the soft silk of his shaft. Then you took a deep breath and slowly opened your lips, sucking on the tip.

Bucky’s hands gripped the couch even tighter, barely resisting the urge to thrust his hips upwards. You appreciated his restraint, though you couldn’t help but feel for him.

Your name left his lips, like a curse word. “Doll..” You felt one of his hands against your jaw. “Look at me.” Your eyes darted up to his and he really cursed this time. “Fuck, oh fuck. Yes, look at you with my cock in your mouth. So fucking sexy.”

That set you off, attempting to take even more of his length into your mouth as you looked at him. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you stroked with one of your hands, fueled by the drool dripping past your lips. 

You got into a groove, shifting through a pattern of swirling your tongue, sucking long and hard and adding in both fists stroking on and off too. Above you, Bucky seemed to be in a euphoric state. And he couldn’t stop praising you for it, either.

“Jesus Christ, doll. This fucking mouth. So pretty, so fucking pretty with a cock in it. You do this for Stevie too, don’t you? You’ve done it right here on this couch haven’t you?” 

Something about the way Bucky talked about you and Steve really riled you up. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as you waited for him. After a second you, pulled back and grinned.

“I let him fuck my face right here, Bucky. Do you wanna do that too?” 

Bucky licked his lips and grinned right back, grabbing the side of your head ever so gently and guiding you right back down onto his cock. Then, he did exactly what he wanted. His hips thrusted up quickly, moving in and out of your mouth in record time. You gagged against him as he held you there briefly, then slowed down.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come, doll,” he fell back against the couch as you took over once more, both hands alternating between massaging his balls and stroking up. You took him back into your mouth, sucking harder as Bucky’s moans grew louder. 

“So close, so fucking..” You pulled back and Bucky grabbed his cock with one hand, steadying your open mouth before him with the other. He growled as he came, hard. You stuck your tongue out, smiling wide as his climax washed over him, unloading onto your tongue and lips. You let it sit there in your mouth for a few extra seconds, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you swallowed it down.

He collapsed against the couch, eyes blown open wide. “Holy fucking shit. Stevie, the mouth on your girl..”

“You can address your compliments to her directly, Buck,” Steve laughed, standing from where he had been sitting in his chair and coming over to help you up. “You might have made his brain malfunction, sweetheart.”

You smiled proudly, meeting Steve’s lips for a kiss. You leaned against him again, tilting your head up to him. “Need you inside me, please?”

“Yeah?” Steve asked. His hand rested against the base of your neck, holding you flush against his chest. “And can Bucky watch?”

You couldn’t help but giggle and nod.

Bucky’s eyes opened slowly, as a smirk grew on his face too. He didn’t even bother cleaning himself up or pulling his pants into place again, simply leaning back and watching carefully as Steve led you over towards his desk. 

Steve took his time, kissing you quite generously as he peeled your dress up towards your waist. You felt him smile against your lips as his hands tugged on your underwear, sliding his fingers towards your center. Just as he had predicted, you had clearly really enjoyed yourself, as your soaked panties indicated.

“I’m gonna slide right in, baby,” he breathed against your neck, swirling his fingers around your clit. “Maybe next time, we do this at the same time. Do you want to try that? Bucky in your mouth while you’re full of me?” 

You groaned, twitching as Steve’s fingers sped up. It wasn’t long until your orgasm approached and soon enough you were quivering in Steve’s arms, ricocheting your way up and down the rollercoaster of senses as Steve turned and pressed you against his desk.

You laid down across it, on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You could feel Steve behind you, shoving your underwear to the side as he freed himself from his own pants. You gripped the edge of the desk as he entered you, slowly at first to make sure you were comfortable and ready. 

Across the room, you watched as Bucky was gripping his own cock, somehow hard again. Steve held onto your hips and thrusted steady, letting out his own series of grunts and moans as he fucked you.

Between your own moaning and Steve’s, you could barely hear Bucky across the room but he said your name out loud. You met his eyes as he was rubbing his shaft.

“You’re incredible, doll. Absolutely fucking incredible. And look at you, taking Steve so well. You like that, huh? Being so fucking full of him?”

With your own orgasm approaching, all you could do was cry out in agreement. Steve growled behind you, speeding up as he gripped your hips even tighter. 

“Look what you did to Bucky, baby,” Steve smacked his hand against your ass, holding you tight against him. “With just your mouth..” 

Bucky smirked, biting his lip as he watched you bounce against the desk. “Gonna let me feel that pussy next time?”

Your climax felt volcanic - a flurry of neurons firing off in your brain as you quivered, safely pressed against the desk as the weight of Steve covered you like a warm blanket. He came right after, growling in your ear as he spilled into you. Steve stayed in place after, as if unable to let go as he caught his breath. 

As you came back down to earth, Steve eventually stood, taking a moment to clean you up before coaxing you back into his desk chair. Yeah, you definitely needed a few more minutes. If you stood, you might fall down like a baby deer. 

You leaned back into the soft leather chair, eyes closed as you grinned. 

Steve kneeled before you, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee as he fixed your skirt. 

“Baby, you okay?” 

You opened your eyes and looked down. He was flush and seemed awfully content. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him smile like that before. 

You bit your lip, resisting your urge to scream with joy. You glanced from Steve over to Bucky. He was still sitting on the couch, though his pants were done up and buckled again. 

“I’m really good. Like, wow. Great. Amazing.”

Bucky laughed from his spot. “Doll, you’re amazing. I..” He sat up a bit straighter. “Best  sidecar I’ve ever had.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking back to Steve again. They were wearing matching grins. You didn’t want to ask. 

“I have worked up an appetite though..” You moved to stand. Steve got to his feet and offered his hand. “How do we feel about milkshakes?”

You collected yourself as Steve and Bucky strategized the best way to sneak out of the club and find a table at your favourite diner. 

There was a shift, though. When Bucky opened the car door for you, exchanging another smirk with Steve. Something in the air felt different.

Part 2 - The Penthouse

[f4ggydog]

Misty with a breeding and cucking kink fucking a drugged reader, who is Lottie's favorite "community member" whom she helps with "specialized" sexual therapy

minors and dark content haters dni

Your surroundings didn’t make sense to you. Your mind felt hazy and your thoughts were merely cloudy. It’s like you were unable to think, just reduced down to a good little acolyte.

You were already stripped down. Charlotte was the one supposed to assist you tonight, but there seemed to be a change of plans. Now you had Misty fucking Quigley of all people urging you to arch your back or get in different positions that satisfied her.

It was like some sick fucked up yoga. You had a gentle voice encouraging you, but you also had your mind trying to rebel against the conditioning and brainwashing. Don’t give in. These people aren’t right in the head. You know that, you absolute coward.

“So you know why Lottie has me do this with you?” Misty asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shake your head.

“Well, playing with you like this does have its benefits. Even if Lottie is hesitant to hand me over to you because she likes to administer this therapy herself.”

Therapy. The term being used here was laughable. Of course they would disguise it behind spiritual garbage.

“You’re healing,” Misty claims, fingers deftly rubbing and twirling your nipples.

The slight pain from the twisting intensifies with the effects of the drugs. It leaves you writhing and Misty has to pinch harder as a signal for you to stop squirming like a dumb worm.

“This is good for you. Lottie’s told me about some of your trauma. I mean, it just sounds awful! But, this is why I’m here. I’m here to give you the sort of assistance that only comes from…don’t question it so much, okay? Just…shut up and take it.”

‘Sober you’ would ask where Misty’s qualifications were. But that’s why Lottie had you all nice and drugged up, wasn’t it?

“Sorry.” Misty shakes her head. “Didn’t mean to be so aggressive. I just…you know, Lottie thinks you belong to her. Lottie likes to believe that you are hers. But that’s not so fair, isn’t it? I mean, we all should get a piece of you if I’m being frank!”

Yap, yap, yap. Misty releases your sensitive nipples and rolls you over on your back. She doesn’t please your pussy with her mouth, presumably so she can keep rambling about nonsense. So she harshly spreads your lips open, her thumb aiming for your clit.

It’s barely pleasurable. There’s no lubrication. There’s no spit or saliva and there’s hardly enough slick, even for your drugged self. Whatever. Misty didn’t have all day. She had to go home and feed her bird.

Careless. If sex was to be a crime, it should be one of passion and love. It shouldn’t feel like a business transaction. It shouldn’t feel lifeless and dull like beige wallpaper.

“Fuck it!” Misty cries out, quickly shedding out of the clothes on her lower body.

Your eyes widen both with surprise and also dread as you stare at the thick flesh between her legs. Where was this in all the previous sessions?

“It’s not fucking fair,” Misty whines, forcing your legs open so she can position herself between them. “All these different sex techniques, all this bullshit, all my time wasted!”

Misty slams into you, not even giving you a chance to breathe.

“I’ve had it! Seriously! When have people ever considered my pleasure, huh? When has Lottie ever given a shit about how I feel? When has my time ever been prioritized at this stupid retreat?”

Misty punctuates her words with thrusts.

“This. Stupid. Damn. Loonie. Bin. Center.”

You twitch from each thrust, your body barely accommodating to Misty’s size. However, you’re in a state too weak to resist her both mentally and physically. Neither proves to be a task of simplicity and you find yourself being forced to take nothing but cock shoved up your pussy on the floor.

“First she tries to steal Natalie from me,” Misty rants, still pumping away. “Then she has me do her fucking dirty work! No fucking more! No, I’m tired! For now on, I’m gonna do what I want to do! For now on, you’re fucking mine. You’re not Lottie’s. You’re mine!”

You wheeze out, your body aching and already sore and begging for a rest.

“Lottie’s not getting her paws on you anymore. Ha, I’d love to see the look on her face when she realizes it’s my cum you’re infused with, that it’s my baby you’re about to carry.”

Pregnancy? You were about to be sick.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Misty whispers, sinister smile painted on her lips. “Papa Misty’s got it all under control. You’re going to look beautiful with my seed in you. It’s what Lottie’s ‘favorite community member’ deserves.”

One of Lottie’s community members that isn’t as cherished walks by and witnesses the sexual act taking place. Misty notices her gaze and doesn’t stop for a minute. Lisa stares for a couple of seconds before hastily departing.

“Yeah fuck this,” she says. “I…just fuck all of this.”

“Lottie’s little toy isn’t gonna belong to her anymore,” Misty states cheerfully. “Oh, how is she gonna explain it when I fill you with cum? When I drench you with so much cum that it leaks out of you? Poor baby, I bet you weren’t expecting this part of the therapy, were ya?”

You shake your head pitifully, mind in a daze that you can’t seem to escape.

“You’ll be under new ownership,” Misty chuckles. “Lottie’s going to be the outsider. She’s going to be the freak watching as I plow you over and over again, not me. She’s gonna have to deal with her perfect slut getting broken by someone else.”

[paperstorm]

Meetings and Partings

Rating: Mature Warning: Owen Strand's Death Tags: future fic, grief/mourning, emotional hurt/comfort, found family, romance, canon compliant, non-explicit sex, mentions of cancer

Summary: 20 years later, after time and life have drifted the 126 apart from each other, they reunite in Manhattan to attend Owen’s funeral; to say goodbye to the first departed member of their family and remember why they became a family in the first place.

-

“Hi baby,” TK says.

Carlos’s crinkled eyes shine and he reaches for TK as he steps inside, folding him into a tight embrace. He smells just like he always does, masculine deodorant and laundry soap and his sweet natural scent, and TK burrows into him. They’ve only been apart a few days but it’s longer than TK ever likes to be away from him, even when times are good. So many people in their lives have affectionately teased them for how clingy they are, how even after so many years together they’d rather sit and do nothing beside each other than do almost anything with anyone else.

Carlos is his best friend, he always has been. TK laughs along when they’re teased and knows it comes from a place of love, but it’s truer than even they know. He always wants Carlos within reaching distance and never feels quite right when he’s too far away.

They hold each other just inside the doorway for so long that TK wonders if seasons change around them, Carlos stroking the back of his head with his nose pressed against TK’s ear. Eventually, Carlos quietly says, “I’m turning 50 this year. Am I still ‘baby’?”

Smiling, TK kisses Carlos’s neck and tells him, “You’ll always be my baby.”

Carlos presses kisses to the side of his face and then leans back to look at him. He holds TK’s face in his hands, brushes his thumb over his temples where his hair has gone grey.

“You wanna graduate to a more mature nickname now that you’re an old man?” TK jokes.

Carlos smiles back at him, bright as the sun despite the shine of melancholy still in his endless dark eyes. “No. And I’m not old, yet. Not like you.”

Laughing, TK tilts his chin forward to ask for a kiss and Carlos, as always, meets him in the middle. Their lips brush and then their foreheads connect, TK’s hands curling around Carlos’s thick waist and keeping him close.

“How are you doing?” he asks softly.

TK sniffs. “I don’t know. We knew it was coming. It wasn’t sudden and tragic in the way that your dad was.”

“Or your mom.”

“Or my mom,” TK nods. Life has been good for long enough that sometimes it’s hard to put himself back into a time when the hits rarely seemed to stop coming. There was a sweetness to it, mixed in with all the tragedy, because he and Carlos got through it hand-in-hand. That doesn’t mean TK’s welcoming the return of loss to his life. He takes an unsteady breath and whispers, “But he was still my dad.”

“I know,” Carlos soothes.

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Author's note:  I attended a funeral a few weeks ago for someone I have known since childhood who died of cancer, and one part of the lovely service really struck me – a recorded conversation between her and her son about her famous Caesar salad recipe. It was a family favorite and something she made for over 40 years for all types of occasions, and a recipe she’d passed on to countless people – her children, her friends, her siblings, and who knows how many people they all passed it on to in return. Her son spoke of the power of a legacy, even when it’s something as simple as salad dressing, and how we all touch people’s lives in unintentional ways and leave a mark on this earth that’s bigger than we even know. Half because the Tarlos brain worms are real, and half because writing helps me process things sometimes, I spun up this little story as both a tribute to her and also to these incredible characters who have left marks on all of us who love them <3

[lightsiided]

     she hardly dares to breathe as he begins to speak. rey studies thor's face, tracking the minute shifts in his expression. her hand stills where it had been rubbing his shoulder... and she WAITS for him to explain how he feels. over the years, there have been bits and pieces of the story told to her, but she had never wanted to press for too many details. the situation was obviously painful, and the look on thor's face whenever he spoke of that day hardly seemed worth whatever information she might get.

now, he speaks so vividly she can practically picture what happened. tragedy always strikes so QUICKLY -- what must it have felt like, to be ambushed that way, after thinking he had gotten everyone to safety? her brow knits as she imagines it: thor, tossed aside, then trapped. loki's desperation to save him. thanos, taking it all away from both of them as if it were nothing. it is too much to bear.

rey sighs, reaching up for thor's face again. her thumbs stroke his cheeks tenderly, sympathy clear across her face. he is so STRONG. so resilient. even when the universe is determined to destroy him, he perseveres. "i'm so sorry, thor," rey whispers. it doesn't seem like enough. she wishes she could do more -- wind back time, demand fairness for someone who has given so much. because the truth of it is that thor is good, right down to his core. he doesn't deserve half of what has been thrust upon him. where is the justice?

the shake in his voice compels her closer. rey presses them together, hoping he can find some solace in the steady beat of her heart. she understands the feeling he describes well. if she is HONEST with herself, she feels the very same way. rey knows there is nothing she would choose over thor. she would save him every time, no matter the cost. it isn't exactly the jedi way... but it's the truth. as their foreheads touch, her hands migrate to the back of his neck, where she laces her fingers together. rey holds his gaze steadily.

"i know," she says softly. she is tired, too. at times, her life has felt so long. she can't imagine what it must be like for thor, who has lived in ways she can't even fathom. who has dealt with the unbelievable. "it's alright. you're allowed to be TIRED. look at what's happened. of course you are." it is an impossible burden -- the responsibility of everything that happens in the universe. she isn't sure how he's shouldered it for so long.

and there is no judgment in her. if he expects her to be upset with his inability to stop, thor is mistaken. "listen to me," rey continues, after a moment. her voice is insistent, serious. "you don't have to figure any of that out today. there is nothing else waiting to hurt us right now. no more fight today, or tomorrow. you will get the rest you need." she matches her breathing to his, hoping to slow it. to provide some COMFORT. "and no one is saying you need to stop forever. helping others is part of who you are. but if you don't help yourself... you won't be able to do this good. which is why, yes, i am always telling you to take a break. i know it's hard, and unfamiliar... and maybe you even feel like you don't deserve it."

that is another feeling she knows well. has she EARNED her rest? why should she take it when tragedy prevails in the universe? it's another way they are alike, she suspects. "but that's why i'm here." quickly, she dips in to press a gentle kiss to thor's lips. "to help you. we help each other, right? with whatever we need. so we'll figure this out together -- how to take a break."

in the morning, after they've both gotten some sleep. rey suspects everything will feel much different once the sun is up. for now, she kisses him again; this time, it's slower and sweeter -- an act of LOVE. "i want to thank you for talking to me about this. i know it's not easy, but it means a lot to me that you trust me with this. and i hope you know... how endlessly proud i am of you. and how much i love you."

here is where he is always at his happiest, at his most comfortable.  in rey’s arms, with her holding him in turn.  their breaths slowed and synced, their hearts beating as one.  thor allows himself to be pulled into her; his fingers link behind her back, his arms tightening around her small frame.  to be truly content is to be amongst the quiet, with her hands in his hair, touching his skin, just as she is now.  when he inhales, it’s weighted.  when he exhales, it’s a relief.

“not everyone.  not you.”  the moment that surrounds them, now, is hushed.  safe, at last, from all the dangers that seem intent to persist regardless of how hard they are fought.  “you always tried to remind me —— to slow down, to be… patient, and kind to myself in times of distress, or… or grief.”  because she knows how he blames himself when tragedy strikes again.  “i may not have listened, for a long time, but i remember well — and i always will — how relentlessly you, above everyone else, advocated for me.”

and he will always be grateful for it.  when thor inhales again, it’s in preparation.  at rey’s back, his fingers begin to idly fidget.  this is what she is here for.  they are a team —— partners, in every meaning of the word.  all of her endless support extends to this.

“you know already what had happened in the moments leading up to my brother’s death.”  evacuating the asgardians, fighting, failing; the stone, and the pain it had caused her across the universe; loki handing over the tesseract in exchange for thor’s continued life.  attempting to take thanos by surprise by revealing the hulk ——— the fact it had failed.  “i tried, once more, to stop him.  but i… i was exhausted.  all i had done since my father’s death was fight, and this — i was hurt.  more hurt than i had ever admitted to.”

“it was easy for thanos to cast me aside, as if nothing more than a pest, merely grating his nerves.  still, loki tried.  they pledged themself to him, after whatever it is thanos had done to them before they attacked new york.  another moment of surprise.”  thor’s mouth presses into a line, his brows knitting.  it isn’t easy to recall these details, but he has held them in all these years.  there is no room for loki’s death, and how rey had almost met the very same fate, in his heart.  it has to come out.

“loki tried to stab him, but with two infinity stones…?”  thor shrugs, shakes his head.  the answer is all over his face: by then, any effort was fruitless.  he was too powerful.  “i was forced to watch, uh — one of his children held me trapped in metal, while thanos strangled them.”  he can still see it so clearly.  the dangling feet, the struggle, “he looked at me while my brother struggled to breathe, and he was enjoying it.  amused.  much like gorr was today.”

here, his eyes close.  “i can still hear the crack of bone as it snapped beneath the pressure.  and the thud, when he dropped their body in front of me.”  only now does emotion tighten his throat to the point of pain.  loki’s death still hurts, yes —— immensely.  but he has mourned them for so long.  having it all brought to the surface, being forced to watch the woman he loves in the same peril, not only reopened the wound, but created a new one.

“since that day,” he tries to hide the shake in his voice, “i have, sort of, alternated between missing them with all i have and loathing them.  and the loathing was so… why would they do that?  why would they give him jsut what he neeeded to do what he did?  to save me?  one life amongst trillions and trillions of innocents?  but today, i was presented with the very same choice, and all at once, i understood why loki did it.  i knew calling stormbreaker would potentially doom every god in the universe.  there are not so few of us as you might imagine.  so many worlds across the universe would be then left unprotected by their gods.  it threatens the fabric of reality.  but if saving us meant losing you…”

again, thor’s head shakes.  he leans forward just so, almost pressing his forehead to hers.  it’s equal parts an attempt to be as close as possible, and to hide his upset.  no tears fall freely down his cheeks —— but they are only barely held back.  “i would make the same choice again and again.  now, i know loki would, too.  but —— i am tired, rey.”  it’s the first time he’s ever admitted it to her.  it is, perhaps, the first time he has ever admitted it to anyone, even himself.

“i am tired of having to make these impossible choices.  i am tired of watching those i love be stricken with awful fates.  and after so many centuries, though i know it is my duty, i am growing tired of fighting.  always fighting.  i know, i know —— i have always encouraged you to rest when necessary.  when not necessary.  i have always told you you can’t possibly expect to bear the weight of so much responsibility.  i know saying this makes a hypcorite of me, but… i don’t think i know how to stop.  i know only that i’m tired.”

[thatdesigirl17]

all i need is you I part two

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a/n: the next part will be up in a few days, college is exhausting and most of my assignments are done so I finally have time to write, I hope you like it! comment if you want to be added to the taglist

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of blood, fighting, calling the reader a slut, slight bullying

That night, Y/N kept tossing and turning in her bed, pondering about the whole ordeal. The following day, she got dressed for her classes and headed to the great hall for breakfast. ‘Hey slut, heard you let MacLaggen score on you last night. That's the level you’re dropping to now?’, Marcus Flint, one of Adrian’s friends taunted, pushing past Y/N and laughing. ‘Motherfucker.’, she says under her breath, rolling her eyes and to avoid any more unwanted attention, she put up the hood of her robe and changed her route, heading straight towards the Quidditch grounds instead of the great hall. 

‘Hey! Where are you off to?’, Theo steps up, stepping beside her and following Y/N. ‘Actually, to meet you.’, she says still walking. ‘You can stop walking. I’m right here and what's up with this?’, he said as he pushed the hood off and grabbed a hold go her arm, stopping her, ‘What did you decide?’ ‘Not here, too many ears.’, she said, looking around. Theodore nodded and tilted his head, motioning her to follow him. He led them towards one of the hidden alcoves in a deserted passage of Hogwarts. 

‘So, you were saying?’, Theodore prompted. ‘This is gonna blow up in your pretty face.’, she sighed. ‘You think I’m pretty, huh?’, he smirked, stepping closer in the small space. ‘Just trying to get into character. Are you sure this is a good idea?’, she said, resting a hand on his chest trying to stop him from coming further near her. ‘There are risks of course, but then where’s the fun without them’, he winked with a smug smile, which made Y/N glare at him again. He sighed, ‘Listen, I know you have your doubts and it is risky and downright insane I’m not saying do it anyways-‘ ‘But you’re going to.’, she said, interrupting him in between. ‘You’re right, but come on Y/N! It’s a win-win situation.’, he tried to convince. ‘We need rules if this is gonna work.’, she sighed, Theodore smiled, ‘Of course yes, the first one being, you can’t fall in love with me.’, he flashed her another smug smile. ‘You’re such an arse. If you can’t take this seriously then I don’t want to do it. Anyways, if this thing gets out, I’ll pay the price, you won’t.’, she said with annoyance. ‘Right, first rule obvious one, no one can know and I mean no one.’, he said, trying to be a bit more serious. Y/N nodded as Theodore continued, ‘Oh and also, you need to accompany me to this pure blood event next month.’ ‘You think this is gonna go along for a month?’, she asked. ‘If it does, then you have to.’, he reasoned as she agreed, ‘Do you have any other rules? Also, just for my clarity, how far am I allowed to go with this?’ ‘In public, as much as needed to make it somewhat believable and nothing in private. And while we’re at it, you can’t flirt with any other girls.’, she said, making him nod. ‘Alright, cara, you ready? We start now.’, he smirked. ‘Fuck it, let’s go this.’, she nodded. Theodore smiled as he pulled her out of the alcove and walked towards the classes.

As they talked about the details of their arrangement, a voice interrupted them, ‘Wow, couldn’t hold off until the night? You just have to fuck someone first thing in the morning, hm?’ They turned around to face Marcus Flint who was now laughing with two of his friends. ‘Fuck off, Flint.’, she said, turning again to continue walking, until she heard Theodore speak up, ‘Watch your words, Flint.’ ‘Or what Nott? Why are you hanging around with this slut anyways?’, Flint mocked. ‘My girl is not a slut.’, Theodore said through gritted teeth. Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a bit embarrassed now that all the eyes were on them. 

‘Your girl? Wow, you know it's actually kind of perfect. The man-whore and the slut.’, Flint teased, flashing a disgusting smile at Y/N. Theodore scoffed as he punched him square in the jaw, ‘Shut the fuck up.’ Theodore was enraged, his dead eyes now burning up with fury. Marcus and his friends scattered away muttering threats towards the both of them as Y/N stepped near Theo. ‘God, fuck, are you okay?’ ‘Yeah, I’m sorry for all of it. You good, cara?’, he asked, rubbing her arm comfortingly. ‘You don’t have to be sorry. For the first time, it was worth seeing that asshole, thank you Theo.’, she smiled. ‘Anything for my girl.’, he smirked as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Despite the reality being known to Y/N, she felt herself heat up and blush under everyone’s gaze. Theodore smiled at her, whispering against her lips, ‘So much for soft-launching this.’

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[riddlemearose]

hello i have come to ask more about wild with magic he cant controll

i love that hc so much and it fits him so well! like no one taught him bc hyrule was mostly empty, and he wouldnt even know he had it himself because why would he! its genius!

Sure, I’m happy to info-dump lmao.

I know other people have already come up with the "Wild has magic" headcanon about botw before, but for me it honestly started as a series of jokes with a friend. Basically it made sense to me since all the other Champions’ abilities are either outwardly shown to be magic like with Mipha and Urbosa, or at least implied to be, as in the case of Daruk’s magic being hereditary, and Revali’s being something no other Rito has managed to achieve.

So we were both like “oh yeah, he’s got to have magic” *cue shitposts and memes*

There’s minor evidence to support its existence in botw; Teba says to Wild “it was as if time stopped with every arrow you let fly”, and Daruk’s Training Journal mentions that Link once told him that it feels like time slows down when he focuses. Some people take this to mean Wild has really good reflexes and others went with magic. I’m in the ‘Wild has magic’ camp bc someone did the math and worked out he’s like… almost moving at super-sonic speeds when he closes the distance to start a flurry rush.

The reason I say he can’t really control it is bc the only time he’s ever shown being able to do so is to enter and exit bullet time. That’s literally it. If you dodge at the right moment, even if you don’t want to flurry rush, it’ll still trigger and give you the opening to perform one (which ends after like 1-2 seconds of inaction). Wild also doesn’t have a magic meter like some other Links do; he uses his stamina. He’s literally brute-forcing his way through his magic (which, side note, Urbosa must’ve hated watching). And, to build off that last sentence, this means that Wild probably doesn’t have a lot of magic, but he does recover it incredibly fast – especially compared to the others who have to use potions. More on this last part in a moment.

It’s true that no one was there to teach him per se, but I think it’s a tad more complicated than that bc botw has an odd thing where it shows a lot of magic users (at least as far as I understand when compared to other games) but doesn't go into detail, which is fair given the Calamity. This means we don't really have a concept of how prevalent magic usage is in the grand scheme of things.

Looking at the series in a whole, for hylians/humans magic is largely limited to the Royal Family (specifically the women of the Royal Family), and they seem to mostly wield light and divine magic, very different from time magic. (The Ocarina of Time is there, but that’s an heirloom and not severely limited with its function based on whether its user has royal blood or not.)

And given how the Sheikah have been treated in botw's Hyrule's history, as they are the only other hylians aside from Flora and Wild who are shown using magic, I'm guessing it's not a skill you want to encourage, and innate magic users, even if they weren't Sheikah, were probably affected by the roll-on effect of the genocide for a very long time. This would create a long, deep-set history of missing knowledge that eventually affects the present.

If you ignore the potential loss of magic teaching, honestly I would assume it’s still hard to teach someone magic when you don’t share that particular type bc it probably requires knowledge that you don't have in regards to how it flows and can be controlled in order to be used. I do very genuinely believe Wild knew that he had magic before he died tho, bc I think Urbosa would’ve told him. It was the only time she ever heard him speak and the convo went something like Urbosa: you have magic. You just did magic. Link: nuh-uh Urbosa: FYM NUH-UH

This lack of training and general knowledge of how magic works is what I partially attribute to his weapons breaking as fast as they do. Attunement doesn’t actually exist obviously, but in fantasy worlds where it’s a part of the magic system, it’s a conscious step. It’s only seems to become an involuntary one when the person attuning the item has a lot of experience with the field that item is used in.

What I mean by that is Wild’s obviously never learnt actual theory (and it might be too late to fix the groundwork he's already laid), so he’s only ever been able to make his magic work in conjunction with the one thing he’s already being trained to do: weapon-fighting.

This is why he has flurry rushes, bullet time, and his fast recharge time. His magic manifests alongside his physical capabilities (so it will recover just as fast as his stamina does) and is attuned to flow through physical objects that simply aren't designed to withstand prolonged exposure to it (so his weapons, bows and shields will degrade and break faster).

I do believe his magic is something he has the ability to train (take the change to how bullet time uses stamina between botw and totk for example), and I personally like to write him getting a one-hit-swing second of slowed down time whenever he parries, but I think these ‘upgrades’ would honestly just come from fighting more and pushing himself in those situations, not from learning basic magic principles lmao.

And honestly, Wild’s magic is just really funny to me bc it has shenanigan potential that’s really only limited by your own creativity and his stamina wheel.

I say that because part of this magic headcanon actually grew from a post-totk headcanon where I whole-heartedly believe that Wild and Flora end up sharing the Sage of Time title, since there’s one extra Secret Stone floating around and they both specialise in different types of time magic. The joke w/ my friend has now become “well, if Wild can’t even willingly activate his magic unless highly specific circumstances are met, wtf is going to happen when it's amplified?"

Answer: he has literally no idea what he’s doing. He has accidentally slowed time on several pots/ladles/plates/etc that got knocked over, mistakenly frozen a yiga sword which yanked it straight out of the yiga’s hand – he meant to freeze the yiga whoops – and intentionally managed to slow time on one (1) bokoblin (and has not managed to replicate that result since). … he’s getting there. Maybe.

(Additional follow up lore can be found in this reblog. Also adding this to prevent future confusion at my accidental vagueness on this: yes Wild knows he has magic.)

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience S2:04:~Kyoya's rival conundrum! Part 2~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: It's the final round of the central salon race, but there is still the question of who sent the letters ➼ what to expect: A hand wraps around your mouth, pulling you backwards, quickly finding Kyoya behind you "Be quiet" ➼ warnings: n/a ➼ S2:03 / S2:05

'B☐H Go up and sink Tenjiku KCN Between the Holy Mother and Angel'

"Does 'B☐H' mean there's supposed to be a word inside the square?" "I bet it's 'west' as in B(bust) W(waist) and H(hip)"

"'Go up and sink' the sun?"

"'Tenjiku' that's india, it's also the destination of the party in journey to the west"

"'KCN' cyanide kalium, potassium cianide. It;s known for its potent poison and its almond-like scent"

"Three of the five clues are connected to 'west' assuming one of them points to the sea or the sun...that means the destination is the west gym where the third-years are holding their event for the festival sunset venice!"

As soon as Tamaki yells it out they all start darting towards the west gym, however quite miraculously manage to do a quick change of outfits in the process, much to Kuzes annoyance from the amount of attention it draws.

As you all enter the west gym you remember that ouran students don't do things by half measures. They had reconstructed venice in the gym. You all hesitantly pile into a gondola.

"Hey y/n! you're back home!"

"Haha very funny, i'm not Venetian"

"Suoh! Catch!" Kuze flings an orange at him, sending him into the water. You and Kyoya rush to stretch out the oar to him, pulling him back into the boat. "I-I almost drowned in the gym! I'd better tell the venetian tour association about how unsuitable this costume is near the water..."

"Boss you're the only one who'd get in a stupid accident like that"

"That's not important, where are we headed? We can't look for the crown blindly in a large area like this, we need to figure out the last clue"

"What does 'between the holy mother and angel' mean?" The hosts faces fall in pity. "You know haruhi doesn't even have a passport" "Don't accuse her!"

Haruhi stares at you all dead pan "Will you stop that feeling sorry for a deprived girl attitude"

"Listen, even though its on a much smaller scale, several famous locations in venice have been recreated in the gym, such as, palazzo dario, san marco, ducale, sant'angelo, santa maria della salute"

"Ohhh....mother and angel"

"It looks like the football club is heading for the same place."

"Yeah let's hurry!"

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"Too shallow..." The chairman watches on from his office. "Mr chairman?" His secratary questions.

"An excellent man of influence would always keep an eye on many possibilities but that fool tends to run off single mindedly, what an idiot he is, but i guess it's also a pleasure to watch him cry"

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Kyoya's rival conundrum part 2!

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"Oh Haruhi" Kyoya turns to her mid race "You mentioned that you think that there are two perpetratoprs sending letters, do you have any suspects"

Haruhi takes a second to pull herself together "Yes, i think the one who sent the newspaper cut outs is Kanan Mitsuyama, the student council secretary. Kuze was saying he has a connection to the council. I believe he asked Mitzuyama for help, he convinced the council to withdraw for an advantage. From what I saw yesterday, she doesn't seem to cooperate willingly, I think she may be in a position where she can't act against Kuze. Though she may be obeying orders she could have a grudge against him and that would explain why she might have conspired to prevent Kuze from realising his absolute goal, a face off with the host club"

"A very bold theory but, is there any basis for her grudge?"

"I did some research on the library computer yesterday, Mitsuyama's family holds the second biggest market share in Japan for imported produce, in other words they are competitors. But their business dropped last year and the rumor says that kuze is talking to them about some merger deals"

"So he's manipulating her using a deal that would rescue her family business?" Kaoru asks.

"We cannot let this stand, everyone take an our!! Whatever it takes we must reach accademia bridge before the football club! For the sake of miss Mitsuyama's misery the host club must win!" Tamaki yells, turning the host club into a champion rowing team.

However, when the two teams reach accademia bridge, they quickly realise it's under construction.

"Oh no, it's still being built. After all, it's not to open for two days"

"This is your class Honey! You should know the status of the project!"

"But we're not in charge of this section! I'm doing the pastry shop over there!"

You step away from the crowd to try and clear your head, looking over the clues once more. "Sink, like the sun maybe...are we meant to dive under water? but go up and sink are inconsistant...hey! maybe-" A hand wraps around your mouth, pulling you backwards, quickly finding Kyoya behind you "Be quiet"

He pulls you behind a wall as you attempt to say his name but it's muffled "Did you realise it too? But there's no reason to shout and let the football club know everything" his hand finally slips down from your mouth "You get a head start, and get there before us"

"What" you stare up at him in shock, still recovering from the fact that he currently has you pressed against a wall and towering over you. "y/n, go" he steps away, nodding to the side, you step away, he sends you a wink as you start running.

'W' is the west

'Tenjiku' is also in the direction of the west. But 'KCN' doesn't mean west, it's the alkaline from potassium cyanide

It's located in the west side of the school, but the alkaline which allows us to 'go up' and 'sink', the only place for that is the pool on the roof of the west building.

As you reach the roof you suddenly remember the biblical statues by the pool "Between the holy mother and the angle" and there it was, the crown.

But you weren't fast enough it seems, the football club bursting through the doors, the host club following behind "President! There it is! Out of the way!" one of the footaballers knocks you into the pool. "Y/n!" Tamaki yells

"I've got this, you go for the crown" Kyoya says, sending them off as he takes off his glasses. jumping into the pool, the costume you are wearing becoming heavier as it drags you down.

You desperately gasp as the two of you reach the surface.

"It's over! Tamaki suoh claimed the crown! The host club wins!"

You sigh, placing your head on kyoya's shoulder in relief.

"y/n are you okay?" the host club runs over as you and haruhi spots the secretary run to Kuze who is on the floor in defeat.

"Why is mitsuyama..." haruhi trails off.

"Oh of course, she is kuze's fiancee, after all" Kyoya shrugs, wrapping a towel around you "By the way, they've been in love with each other since way back when."

"So...then I was wrong about her being behind the threatening letters?" Haruhi asks, which Mitsuyama manages to hear "no, i am very sorry about what I've done. I knew Takeshi wanted to fight the host club because of his rivalry with Kyoya. But i didn't want him to, so I tried to get the host club to withdraw somehow. I...I thought it would be painful to see takeshi pointlessly beating himself up after losing against Kyoya yet again, but that foolishu side of him is what makes him cute"

"You were so sure i'd lose?" Kuze's face drops. "I mean, you have always lost against Kyoya, you still have even with the odds stacked in your favour. I love you even if you can't beat Kyoya. So instead of fighting Kyoya, just pay more attention to me"

You smile watching the couple hug it out. Although Tamaki and Haruhi turn back to you and Kyoya "You knew about all this from the get go, why have us searching"

Kyoya smirks "Simple, i knew you'd be more competative, it is the same reason why we threw it last year, it drew more attention to us."you smile "It's like I said, everyone loves a rivalry"

"If we're going to win, we might as well get the best deal out of it in the process, don't you think?"

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"Thermotype?"

"What is that?"

"She means invisible ink!"

After changing out of the costumes once the race was over the host club returns to the blank letters, realising there is still one loose thread left. "Thinking that these letters were connected to the other hate mail was a mistake, it's actually quite simple" Haruhi lights a lighter and applies it to the blank pages.

'Dear Tamaki, I hear you're interested in the ways of the common folk, so I tried using a poor man;s thermotype -Dad'

"Just as I thought, it's from the chairman"

"What the heck? They're just personal letters to the boss"

"That rotten old man" Tamaki storms out of the room headed in the direction of the chairman's office. You all run out to follow him.

"You finally figured it out?" Tamaki's father looks unbothered. "What the heck did you do that for dad?"

"Is there a law against a father writing letters to his son?" The chairman looks unbothered, not even glancing up from his paper. "This is obviously a bad joke! We were already so busy and you just made it harder for us!"

"Harder? I believe I'm pretty well aware of what's going on Tamaki. Indeed you were busy looking for the perpetrator during the race but to what end? All you did was show how incompetent you are. What was so much harder? Tamaki you are truly...quite silly"

The chairman laughs "I recieved a report that the host club was recieving hate mail. i couldn't help but contribute immediately. So what do you think? I made it more fun didn't I? I deepened the mystery?"

"You didn't have to make it more fun if you want to say something talk to me directly"

Tamaki and the chairman descend into a squabble but soon Tamaki storms out. "Kyoya?" The chairmen grabs Kyoya's attention, the two of you staying behind while the rest of the club leaves.

"You've done a fabulous job. During the finals, you purposefully allowed the other team to stay on track so they would reach the rooftop at the same time. i'm sure it was all part of your plan. After all, there is a sense of victory for the winning team if the race is close"

Kyoya smiles "Mr Chairman, your blank letters helped a lot. Thank's to you, everyone was confused, it slowed them down considerably. I didn't want them to figure it out too soon"

You send him an unimpressed glare.

"If what I did helped you, I'm honored, after all, due to your plan Tamaki seized the crown at the end."

"All I did was create a favourable situation. There was no guarantee that tamaki would overtake Kuze. I think having strong luck is part of his talent" Kyoya smiles "Excuse us Mr Chairman, I need to make sure that my fiancee didn't get hypothermia from the pool" he leads you out the room and towards his car. Your face falls "Don't tell me I have to see a doctor" you plead.

"Just our family one, the one you know, I'll be with you" The two of you enter the car. You sigh "Fine" you lean your head back against the seat.

"Was your plan so imperative to keeping me out the loop?"

"Come on, and deprive you of a good mystery? I wouldn't do that to you"

You laugh "Okay, i suppose I can forgive you, be real with me, how long did it take you to figure out it was Mitsuyama?"

"Longer than I care to admit but before I raised the issue with any of you. I of course was privy to the knowledge that she was Kuze's fiancee, i just could not understand her motives at first"

"I can, in fact that was the first thing I could understand" You lean your head against the glass of the window. "Hm?"

"In full honesty I would do the same thing"

"Really?"

"Kyoya, not two months ago I staged a double corperate take over for you" he raises a brow at the comment "Yes but that wasn't for me"

"Wasn't it?"

Kyoya doesn't question it, just stares at you futher in an inquisative manner, and in that moment, he understood, because he realised he would do the same.

Next time on patience....'The Lobelia Girls academy meets their match!'

'The annual cultural festival is underway! Which means the return of the Zuka club Benibara has a peculiar offer for y/n and kyoya learns some things about her he was unaware of find out next time on patience!

We'll see you then!'

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@malachiDiBarton

noooo baby don’t do this to me 😭😭😭

@AryanSimhadri

brooo that’s crazy time to man up ig @cbushnell14

@cbushnell15

I guess dreams really do come true 😳😳😳

@elianamarkella

I thought you were joking about posting it to twitter 😭😭😭

@user1078

HUHH?? WHO TF IS CHARLIE BUSHNELL?!!!

@likemyballs69

there’s no way bro puller Alejandra Hayek

@crasybitsh101

Nepo baby much? 🙄

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dior

guyss have you seen twitter?

aryan

Charlie literally manifested her

wtf

He was crying like two days ago to a tik tok she posted

Cause he said she’ll never know him

Are we in some type of fairytale I don’t know about???

walker

What’s twitter? I don’t know that app

I only know x 😉

dior

Stfu

If u don’t have anything relevant to say, just sush

charlieeee why aren’t you relying

leah

He’s probably still in shock

Or possibly crashing out rn

charlie

…

dior

use your words dummy

Charlie

W T F

HOW DOES SHE EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?

WDF DO U MEAN THE KIDS MISS ME I NEVER LEFT!!!!!

OMFFFGGGG

aryan

there it is

Leah

Oh lord…

dior

Deep breaths

Charlie

wtf do I say after something like that??

dior

Dm her? Ask for her number

Charlie

She doesn’t even follow me

wait

Aryan

What?

Charlie

SHE JUST FOLLOWED ME

On insta and tik tok

Omg omg

my repost are like 90% edits of her she’s gonna think I’m a fucking weirdo 😭😭😭

dior

HAHAHA

Charlie

tf u mean haha?

HELP ME

Aryan

just calm down bro I’m sure it can’t be that bad

Leah

Trust me it’s bad, level 100% obsessed with the poor girl

How does she even know you?

walker

I have something relevant to say

Leah

What is it?

walker

It was me.

Dior

What do u mean it was you? Huh?

Leah

???

Aryan

???

Charlie

???

Walker

I met her yesterday in nyc, she was very nice btw she invited me for doughnuts, anyways I asked if she had seen Percy Jackson

Which btw she had

And she mentioned that Luke Castellan was the best thing to every happen to Disney

So I told her that Charlie is obsessed with her work

Charlie

Idk if I should thank you or kill you

Walker

What? I’m literally the best wing man every tf u mean kill me?

Leah

Language

Walker

Sorry 😔

Aryan

I was not expecting that

dior

Me either, I though those fotos of u with a girl in nyc were edited

I didn’t know it was her

Why didn’t you tell us?

Walker

You never asked

🤷🏼

Charlie

this mf

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Charlie Bushnell sat in absolute shock on the bench of his local gym, mouth gaped fist clenched and heart bounding, as he stared at the notificación on his Home Screen from tik tok @alehayek mentioned you in their video. The nervous boy took a deep breath before clicking on the notification it soon leading him into the app where the logo appeared before the app loaded the video.

On the screen appeared a short tik tok video, there she was Alejandra Hayek on the beach in god knows which part of Mexico, she lounged lazily on a beach chair with pretty doe eyes staring into the camper lens from behind her think sun classes, she laid beautifully displaying the setting of the beach infront of her with the sun set. Her tanned skin and glossy lips smiled at him, god he could die a happy man just simply looking at her.

Soon enough the tik tok audio rang throughout the empty gym, “like my **** tall and brown, and mixed with a little bit of ugly” she lip synced, with a cute smile allowing the dimples in her cheeks to form, as her hand moved forward for form the gun motion “uh, uh-huh, they say shooters shoot” she smiled while tilting her head, long wavy hair falling into her face slightly, “uh, uh-huh, @CharlieBushnell, what’s up with you?”

In that moment Charlie couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot, his face was red, his cheeks hurt, his heart raced and his palms were sweating, he shook his head in his flustered state before liking the video, adding it to his favorites and reposting it. He rewatched the video once more before opening the comments.

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Dior Goodjohn • following

@charliebushnell where you at my guy come get your girl

McKenna grace • following

That’s crazyyy

Aryansimhadri • following

get your man girl

Walker scobell • following

This was my doing btw

Liked by creator ❤️

Malachi Barton •following

😔😔😔

Eliana Kalogeras • following

Yeah Bushnell what is up with you and my girl? 🤨

🎀Piper Rochelle🎀 • following

ITTT COUPLEEEE

Vinnie • following

🤨🤨🤨

Alex Warren • following

Can I preform at the wedding??!!

replied by creator

omg yessss!! (If there is a wedding 🫢)

Charlie Bushnell • following

Well it appears I’ve been shot, right in the heart

Liked by creator ❤️

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a/n: thank you for reading! Sorry for any grammar mistakes you may have encountered English isn't my strongest language, hope you enjoyed. This is one hundred percent inspired on a tik tok I saw the other day!

PLEASE READ!!!

It has come to my attention that many people seem to get disappointed after realizing that my stories are x femjoc, I'm so sorry for the confusion. I'm not very good at writing my character without much details or descriptions, so I find it much more difficult to write x reader fics as much as l'd like to. As for my tags please don't come for me but as some tumblr users probably already know the algorithm here isn't the best and I have to put as much tags associated with my fic as possible for it to get put on the right fandom's fyp, if you'd like me to formally remove or change anything just let me know, I write strictly for fun and entertainment of other I'm just trying to share my hobby

(IF U HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS FICS DON'T BE AFRIAD TO COMMENT YOUR QUESTIONS, AND IF YOU'D LIKE TO SEE MORE OF THIS DONT FORGET TO LIKE AND REPOST!!

[cringecompanionapologist]

I'm really bored, so here's my History of Four-Person TARDIS Teams and Why It Only Worked Once

Doctor Who sort of evolved out of the four-person team. The show was originally set up for it. The cast wasn't "the Doctor and his three companions", it was "the science teacher, the history teacher, their stupid, and the old bastard who got them into this mess". Susan/Vicki, Ian, and Barbara aren't "the Doctor's companions". They each have a specific role.

Season 1, like most season 1s, was still figuring shit out, so the balance wasn't quiet right, with Susan usually being the weak link. This was for various reasons, but I think there was a sort of contradiction in her character from the very beginning that made writing her difficult, specifically in her being the Unearthly Child.

You have the Unearthly and you have the Child. Unearthly Susan is a mysterious alien genius with psychic powers. Child Susan is an ordinary teenager who, being a teenager, is the most vulnerable and emotional member of the group, the one who gets into trouble and needs to be protected. Also, as the Doctor's grandfather, someone he's responsible for and wants to protect, it makes him look bad when his adventures mean bringing her into danger.

Vicki was a second shot at the "student" character where they fixed all these problems. Instead of an Unearthly Child, we have a Space Child. She's not mysterious. We learn he backstory in her first story. The result is that Susan seems more complex, but Vicki is more functional. Each of the four main characters has a job and they do it.

Also, it's established very early on that Vicki is adventurous and not easily scared. She sees a monster and it's her new pet now. The Doctor, when inviting her into the TARDIS, promises adventure. She complains at the beginning of The Romans that they've basically been on vacation for a month and haven't gone on any adventures yet. Since she's not his granddaughter, and Ian and Barbara are around to be the responsible adults, and she's really into adventuring, the Doctor can take into potentially dangerous situations without it making him look bad. He's not completely responsible for her and she signed up for it. She's the first companion who joins the TARDIS team willingly and eagerly.

So, when season 2 swaps Susan for Vicki, they fix the one problem they had (not knowing how to balance out the contradictions in Susan's character), and with the four-person TARDIS team format already what the show was written for, they manage to balance everything out.

The other classic series four-person TARDIS teams after Ian and Barbara, were not planned and the focus of the show had changed. Season 3 had decided on a three-person team with one boy and one girl. They went into season 4 with Ben and Polly in those roles. Then, at the last minute, they added Jamie. They didn't really know how to adjust the dynamic for this, so Ben and Polly leave and are replaced with one female companion, returning to season 3's format.

Throughout the 70s, the TARDIS team shrunk even further. Male companions slowly stopped showing up, creating a Male Lead, Female Lead, combination of Doctor and Companion. Also there's a robot dog sometimes. Then the 80s happen and we decide to experiment. The 4th Doctor is more physically capable than the 1st and 2nd were, so the Steven/Ben/Jamie/Harry style of leading man wasn't exactly needed, but they decided to write a boy in anyway. Adric basically took the granddaughter/student role and gender-flipped it. More specifically, they gender-flipped Zoe. Teenage genius in mathematics that knows very little about anything else stows away in the TARDIS to go on adventures. Also their both autistic.

Anyway, they decide to add a normal modern day Earth woman to ground the team a little and the character of Tegan is thought up. Then, like with Jamie, Nyssa is added at the last minute. On top of that, this all happens right before the Doctor regenerates and they get a new script editor. So now they have to figure out the new Doctor, Adric's dynamic with the new Doctor, and establish both Tegan and Nyssa with no time to do it and most of the people doing it not really communicating with the people who first created the characters about it. By the end of season 20, they've moved to a variant of their original plan of Alien Boy and Human Girl, after giving Alien Girl and Human Girl for a while. Turlough was written to replace both Adric and Nyssa.

After 5/Adric/Nyssa/Tegan was a bit of a disaster, it was decided that four-person TARDIS teams didn't work and they weren't gonna do them anymore. At least that was the case until 2018. You can argue that there are a few episodes of the new series before that that have three companions, with groups like 11/Amy/Rory/River and 12/Bill/Nardole/Missy, but River and Missy aren't companions for consecutive stories. River sort of pops in and out when she feels like it and World Enough and Time was a special occasion.

So, we're back to 2018. I get the vibe that Chibnall liked 5, and possibly 1, and his version of the show was trying to revive the format of that era. The problem is that...look, I don't want to just hate on Chibnall, but I think he really didn't get the thing he was trying to do. 1's four-person TARDIS teams worked because the show was built for them. By the time of 13, you have The Fam. The Doctor and Her Three Companions. The four specific roles of the Hartnell era are gone. One top of that, 2/Ben/Polly/Jamie and 5/Adric/Nyssa/Tegan didn't have all three companions from the same time and place. Ben and Polly, imitating Ian and Barbara are both from the same time and place, but Jamie isn't with them. Adric, Nyssa, and Tegan are all from different planets. Ryan, Graham, and Yaz are from the same time and place and they all already know each other before meeting the Doctor. Ryan and Graham could basically be a familial version of the Ian/Barbara and Ben/Polly pairs, coming and going as a set, but with Yaz also being from Sheffield in 2018 and already knowing Ryan, means we have three characters with the same frame of reference.

Different frames of reference make a larger team more interesting. At the very least, they're entertaining. Ian and Barbara don't know what jumping a time track means, but Vicki doesn't know what aspirin tablets are. Tegan can spend a whole season overwhelmed by technobabble, but then she's the only one who knows what's going on at a cricket match.

The best you can say from Ryan/Graham/Yaz is that they're racially diverse. But should we really be treating three different races like three different species?

Having the same frame of reference means that Ryan, Graham, and Yaz, though they have different personalities, often have the same reactions to things. It feels like the script takes dialogue that would normally be the Doctor and a single companion and just divides the companion dialogue between three people. They all take turns asking standard Exposition Questions. 13 also has a habit of thinking aloud, asking herself the Exposition Questions and answering them, so there are scenes where 13 talks to herself and her companions all just sort of stand there with nothing to do.

Ryan, Graham, and Yaz, though they feel less emotionally complicated than previous new series companions, are all individually alright, but we didn't need all three of them at once.

But, after all that, the format that made 1/Ian/Barbara/Vicki work so well was a Hartnell era format, specific to the era, that the show has moved too far away from to really replicate

doctor who often has a hard time balancing four-person tardis teams, but this is very much writer-dependent, because season 2 of classic who handled it perfectly fine with the doctor/vicki/ian/barbara

[teleportationmagic]

The thing about Jayce and Mel is that like. She does not view him as an investment. That is just certifiably false. You have to skip over all her scenes to believe that.

In the beginning she does! She absolutely does! She conceives of their relationship as a business one - where she makes profit off his inventions, and he profits from her business and political acumen, both monetarily and powerwise. And overall, she believes she's fulfilled her half of the bargain.

It's only when he comes back to her after Viktor gets sick that she realizes he believes this is something deeper. And it's notable that she responds to that emotion - she opens up about herself too, comforts him, and expresses real emotionality about it. It's then that we see his ideals start to influence her - especially reawakening in her a desire for nonviolence.

Wanting to do things peacefully is something that's been with her since she was a child. It is what guides her away from Noxus, because her pacifism just does not fit there. It's why she loved Piltover so - they aren't a violent expansionist empire, which is a really low bar, but that's what she's grown up in.

She never finds the violence in Zaun, because she never goes looking for it. This is her fault, and her flaw, let me make that clear. She has some of the most power in the city, and should know about what kind of violence is holding up, and work to resolve it, truly. But she doesn't, because she's focused on her own exploits, and has so insulated herself away from the class struggle that it does not register for her until it grows to violence.

And then, once that violence comes, she maintains that pacifism with an iron grip, more than Jayce himself. It is Jayce who constructs (almost) all the HexTech weapons that are used in the Undercity, in Caitlyn's police squadron. He betrays the oaths that he's made to his partner, where Mel keeps the promise she's made to her's. She is the only politician left to try to tamp down on the worst of Ambessa's instincts, and her removal from Piltover is what marks it's descent into militarism.

She is ultimately a complicated woman, with a bunch of interesting relationships to Piltover and Zaun. I think you can divide Piltover as a city neatly between her, Jayce, and Caitlyn - each of them standing for some of Piltover's best instincts, and some of its worst.

[connormoving]

okie now its my bedtime loves us all and ummm 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 why when i do 💚 is one of the sugested emojis oh now were pretending it wasnt... it was 🤔.. why are you questioning my love. very sad stuff

[chiistarri]

what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group

[collideliketwostars]

I wait for you

;Alex G