#you ended up being thrown into a dumpster by one of the people i was with

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We can be your family

masterlist part 2

summary: having been in the foster system all your life, you don't expect much when your case worker tells you you're being moved again. what happens when the car suddenly stops in the most expensive neighborhood in all of New York…

pairing: Natasha x teen reader, Maria x teen reader, Blackhill

warnings: mentions of abusive foster families, vague mention of sexual assault 

genre: fluff

words: 3542

a/n: this one was voted for the most, and I'm so happy it was. I was super excited to write this and I love the idea of foster parents Blackhill so much, I think they're adorable. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think and whether you'd want more foster family Blackhill :) 

maybe I’ll make this a two parter or a series, seeing as I found this already pretty long but I do want to write more about it

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It was late when the car came to a stop. It had been two days ago when you were told you were going to have a new foster family. You had been moving around all your life, having been left at the door of a police station merely days after you were born. You had never met your parents, and you were put into the foster system almost immediately. 

No one had ever adopted you, which unfortunately for you meant that you were still going from foster family to foster family, sometimes even group homes when there were no foster families available. 

In your life, you had learned it was best never to connect with your foster families. Usually, it didn't take very long until you were off to the next one anyway.

And so, two days ago when the service worker called, you had started mentally preparing for the next mess you were going to be thrown into. You had learned that most foster families were only in it for the money, and that was often very noticable, ever after the first day you'd be there. Often, they didn't care much for you, which was fine. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. It was the times they did care for you when you had to be careful.

When they did care, they'd usually have a long list of ridiculous rules, all of which you had to follow. When you failed to follow their ridiculous rules, there'd usually be some type of insane punishment, which more often than not ended up with you hurt, usually because you'd take a beating.

You were a little nervous to meet a new foster family, worried they'd be another collection of horrible people that called themselves a family, yet, you weren't quite fond of the family you were with now, so you didn't care much.

For now, you'd simply hold on to the hope that this new foster family would be better than the old one. 

When your case worker came, you'd already packed. Seeing as you had never owned a lot of objects, you were done rather quickly. All your stuff easily fit in one trash bag, your valuable objects, such as your beloved stuffed bunny and your favorite book were all put in your school bag.

When you had gotten into the car, you definitely didn't expect much, but when the car drove through one of the most expensive neighborhoods in New York, you were definitely surprised that that is where the car stopped. 

Either your case worker was gonna leave you at the dumpster, or your new foster family is rich rich. 

Alice opened the door for you with a smile, and she got your (trash) bag from the trunk. You held onto your school bag tightly as Alice walked inside the huge apartment building, you following closely behind. When you were both inside, Alice walked to the large reception desk at the left side of the lobby. A man dressed in a neat suit sat behind it.

You had never ever been in an apartment complex fancy or rich enough to have a security guard in the lobby. 

You were standing next to Alice as she told the security guard you were there for a Miss Romanoff and a Miss Hill. You were looking around the large and beautiful (and extremely fancy) lobby, too busy to even notice Alice mention two women.

The man typed some numbers on some device, then pointed Alice towards the elevator. Alice walked towards it, and you followed suit, too nervous to even spare a glance towards the security guard. 

Even the elevator looked fancy, and to say you were surprised when Alice pressed the penthouse button would be an understatement. 

When the elevator made it all the way to the top, Alice let you walk out first. There was only one door in front of the elevator, and you figured the penthouse was the only residence on the floor. You turned to Alice, who stood there waiting for you to knock on the door. You took a deep breath and took a few steps forward, pressing the fancy looking doorbell. How rich were these people if they even had a fancy looking doorbell?

The door opened soon enough, a brunette standing in the door frame with a smile on her face. She looked nice, but in your many years of experience you had learned that looks could be very deceiving. 

“You must be y/n,” she said as she looked at you, and you were too nervous to do anything but nod. She gave you a kind smile before shifting her gaze to Alice, glancing at the trash bag with concern. Alice took a step forward, extending her hand to the woman. 

“You must be Miss Hill. I'm Alice, we spoke on the phone,” she mentioned as she shook the hand of Miss Hill. “I am indeed, I'm so glad you could make it.”

Miss Hill stepped aside, allowing you to look into the penthouse. 

“Please come in, my girlfriend will join us shortly,” she said, and you took small steps into the apartment. Girlfriend? You could've known. She looked too well dressed to be straight…

Alice followed you inside, and stood awkwardly in the little hallway as Miss Hill closed the door. She walked in front of you and went to the right, walking into an expensive looking kitchen. It had a kitchen island, and around it were a few high stools. 

“You can sit down right here if you want. Would you like anything to drink?” Miss Hill asked, and you just shook your head. She then turned to Alice, who also shook her head with a smile. “No thank you, I'll be going shortly,” she stated as she set the trash bag next to the kitchen island, reaching into her own shoulder bag for a few papers.

She pulled out a map with documents, just as another woman joined you. “Oh, Miss Romanoff, so glad I got to see you too,” Alice stated as Miss Romanoff walked towards her, shaking her hand with a small but pleasant smile.

Miss Romanoff went to stand next to Miss Hill, both standing across from you as Alice handed the map to Miss Romanoff.

“Here are the last documents, and I will be going then. If you have any questions don't hesitate to let me know, my number is somewhere in there. Of course there will be some surprise inspections, and if you would like to get rid of the child please contact the number at the bottom,” Alice stated, and you grimaced at the words she used. 

Natasha was uncomfortable with the use of words as well, but you missed the worried glance she sent you and she took the documents from Alice. 

You just kept your gaze on your hands, picking at the skin around your fingers as Miss Hill walked Alice out. When she returned, she took a seat, Miss Romanoff now sitting as well. 

“So, y/n, I am Natasha, and this here is my girlfriend Maria. It is so nice to meet you,” Natasha smiled, but you kept your gaze on your hands. When Natasha noticed you weren't going to reply, she continued speaking. “I know this must be very scary for you, but I just want you to know it's a little scary for us as well. This is our first time fostering anyone, so if we make any mistakes you just let us know okay?” Natasha asked, and you just nodded your head.

“So where are all your bags? Is someone bringing them over later or?...” Maria asked, and you glanced at her slightly before pointing towards the trash bag. “Those are my clothes…” you said in a quiet voice, and it took everything in Natasha to not say how ridiculous that was.

“Okay, we'll just have to get you a proper bag then, huh?” Maria said kindly,  before standing up. “Would you like to see your room?” Maria then asked, and you nodded as you stood up too, going to grab the trash bag. “It's okay, I got it,” Natasha mentioned as she bent down, picking it up. “It's just this way,” Maria said as she led you through a hallway. 

She opened a door that carried an empty name plate, pushing it open and standing aside. 

“We didn't really know what you liked, but we tried our best. If you would like to change anything, maybe paint a wall or get some decorations you just let us know okay?” Natasha said, and you nodded as you put your school bag down by the bed, sitting on it. 

“All this is for me?” you asked as you looked around the room, taking in all the objects already in it. The desk and cabinets were empty, so were the walls, but the room was massive. 

Natasha nodded with a smile, walking into the room and turning to the door on the right. She opened it and stepped aside. “This is your bathroom, and right there is the closet,” she said as she pointed to another door next to the bathroom. 

“I have my own bathroom?” you questioned in disbelief, and Natasha nodded with a smile. 

“There is another closet right here,” she said as she opened another door, a small, undeep closet revealing itself. At the door hung a mat with little pockets, all filled with different snacks and treats. 

“We didn't really know what you liked, so we just bought a little bit of everything. These are all yours and you can eat them whenever you like. If anything ever runs out or if you would like some other snack or treats, just let us know and we can get it for you,” she explained, and you nodded with a small smile as you stared at all the treats and snacks.

You had never really gotten any treats or snacks, and you didn't exactly have your own money to buy it. 

Maria stayed at the door, wanting to give you your space while getting used to the new environment. “We'll just go and get started with dinner, so we'll leave you to settle in a little bit. Is there anything specific you'd like to eat? We can always order something, I'm never one to skip a good take-out meal,” Maria smiled, and Natasha walked to her side. 

You shrugged, not really knowing what to say. 

“We could order pizza? Or maybe sushi? Anything is okay,” Natasha pushed when she realized you weren't going to say anything yourself. 

“Pizza?” you asked quietly, and Natasha smiled and nodded. “Pizza it is. Do you want a specific one?” Natasha asked as she pulled out her phone, and you shook your head softly. 

“Just a margarita pizza please?” you asked, and Natasha nodded.

“We'll just be in the kitchen if you need us,” Maria told you, and she and Natasha left the room, closing the door behind them. 

You dumped your clothes on the bed, throwing the trash bag aside and going through them. Most of them were old and worn, but they still fit so no one ever decided you needed new clothes. After you folded them all neatly you walked to the closet, surprised at how big it was. Your clothes didn't even fill 10% of the closet, and you wondered if rich people really needed that many clothes.

Natasha and Maria seemed like really nice people, and even though you'd never admit it, you were excited you got to be with them. 

Of course you'd never trust some so fast, but until now they seemed nice and decent. The closet full of snacks definitely made you like them a little more, but you were still hesitant. You'd been in other families where they seemed nice at first, but the moment you'd make a mistake they'd beat you. You shuddered at the thoughts, grabbing a little bag of your favorite candy you found in the closet. 

You sat on the bed and took out your stuffed bunny, sitting against the headboard and holding the bunny close. 

You were scared and intimidated at this new place, but you were also happy you weren't at the other home anymore. Until now, this place seemed like a much better home to be.

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After dinner, where you had mainly kept quiet and tried to avoid the questions they asked you, you went to your room and went straight into your bed. 

You didn't sleep the entire night. You didn't know these people, and you were afraid they'd come into your room and hurt you. That happened once, in a foster family you had about a year ago. The foster father had gone into your room and he had touched you, hurting you more than you ever thought was possible.

Since that foster home, you'd always stay awake the first night, wanting to be ready if one of the foster parents did come into your room.

Of course, tonight, nothing happened. Natasha and Maria had gone to bed shortly after you had, and the entire apartment was quiet. When the sun rose the next morning, you knew you had to ask either Natasha or Maria for some electronic device.

You didn't have a phone or computer, but you were homeschooled and followed an online program. With all the moving around and switching homes, it was always difficult to find a high school you could consistently go to. And so, you had gotten an online course and some data to login. However, you'd need an electronic device for that, and you didn't have that. 

When you walked into the kitchen around 8 am, Natasha and Maria were already awake. Maria was sitting at the kitchen counter, doing something on her laptop as she ate some toasts. Natasha was scrambling some eggs at the stove.

When Maria noticed you, she smiled and closed her laptop. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?” she asked and you shrugged. “Fine,” you said even though you knew damn well you hadn't slept at all. 

“How do you like your eggs?” Natasha then asked, turning to you shortly before focusing on the eggs in the pan again. 

“Scrambled is good,” you said as you sat down at the counter as well, preparing yourself to ask your question. After you took a deep breath and Natasha put some toast with eggs in front of you, you looked up, not really facing anyone but the counter top.

“So I was wondering…” you started carefully, and both Maria and Natasha looked at you as they waited for you to continue.

“I am doing online school, and I was just wondering if there is maybe an electronic device I could use? I don't have a phone or anything, but I do kinda need it…” you finished, your eyes darting around to Natasha, Maria and then back to the counter top again. 

“Of course. We can do some shopping today, to get you some essentials,” Maria said as she got up, opening the fridge and grabbing some orange juice.

Your eyes widened slightly. They couldn't possibly mean they'd buy you a phone, could they? 

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After breakfast you, Maria and Natasha had gotten into their car. Their very expensive, very beautiful car. Natasha drove as Maria sat next to her. After about half an hour's drive, you arrived at a mall, and Maria opened the door for you. You thanked her and got out, following Natasha and Maria as they walked inside. 

Once inside, the first place they headed for was an apple store. You were shocked to say the least, really hoping they weren't going to spend so much money on you. 

When you entered the store, a worker came towards you three, asking if you needed help. Natasha said yes and asked him for the best phone they offered. 

The worker led you there, and Natasha thanked him as she picked it up, examining it. You stared at the phone wide-eyed, but more so at the price. That phone was higher than 1.500 euros, and you didn't believe they'd actually buy that for you.

“Well, it looks great, what color would you like?” Natasha smiled as she went to pick up a box from the shelf. 

You shook your head in shock, not believing they'd buy something like that for you. “I meant… like a device you have… that I could use… I didn't mean…” you stuttered out, and Natasha smiled as Maria laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Listen, sweetie, we just wanna get you everything you need. I promise you that we want to do this, okay? And you don't have to feel guilty that we're spending money on you, because we want to,” she told you.

Natasha looked at you too, smiling reassuringly. “We have plenty of money, and we can buy this for you easily. I promise you,” she explained.

“Okay…” you said quietly, still a bit unsure. 

Natasha smiled and walked towards the phone cases, Maria, with her hand still on your shoulder followed her. “You can pick out any case you like,” Natasha explained, and you nodded as you picked out a clear case. Natasha smiled as she took it from you, putting it in her basket. Why did she need a basket? 

After picking out the phone case, Natasha walked towards the ipads, looking over them and settling on the most expensive one, convinced that that would be the best. 

You were about to protest, but before you could even open your mouth, Natasha turned to you. “You can't possibly do online school on a phone now, can you?”

“I really don't want you to spend so much money on me…” you told her, and she smiled at you before picking up the same color ipad the phone was. Then she turned to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. 

“We want to get you whatever you need, and the money is not an issue for us, I promise you. Please let us get you what you need,” Natasha told you, and you simply nodded. 

Natasha smiled and made you pick out a case, putting a keyboard case in her basket as well, claiming it was so you could use the ipad for school. You insisted you didn't need it, but Natasha just said they'd buy it just in case then. 

After the most expensive trip to a store you had ever taken, resulting in an iphone, an ipad and airpods you really didn't expect them asking if you were okay to go to another store.

You said you were fine, and so you walked into another store where Natasha and Maria got you all kinds of things. All things for your bedroom, either to decorate or use. They had told you to pick out whatever you wanted, and after a lot of reassurance you had picked out several books, notebooks, some pens, markers and pencils, and some other stuff you liked.

They also let you pick out new covers for your bed, and after you told them you were fine with the cover that was on now, they told you that was one of their covers so you could pick some new ones out. 

The cover currently on your bed was a new one Natasha and Maria had bought especially for your arrival, but you didn't need to know that. They wanted you to pick something you liked, and soon enough you left the store with some pillows, stuffed animals and new covers.

Everytime you came out of a store, you three had to take a trip to the car to dump the stuff you bought before you could continue your shopping spree, but at the end of the day you really had fun.

You felt a little bad that they spent so much money on you, but with their constant reassurance that they wanted to do it and that they had plenty of money, you felt a little better about it.

After you had gotten back home, Natasha and Maria both helped you put all your new stuff away, and you think you thanked them at least a thousand times for everything they bought you. After everything was put away, you went to the kitchen, sitting on the stool as the apple store bag was still on the counter. 

Maria started dinner as Natasha sat down with you.

You opened the bag and took out the iphone first, opening it carefully and setting it up. Natasha helped unpack the case and handed it to you when you had set the iphone up. 

You couldn't help but smile at your very first phone. You weren't old or anything, but you were definitely at an age where it was odd you still didn't have a phone. When you unpacked the ipad it was the same. You unpacked it and set it up, while Natasha took the cases out of the packaging and handed them to you. 

After everything was taken care of, you thanked them once again, and they once again told you it was their absolute pleasure. 

Maybe this foster home would be different…

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃!

childe x fem!reader ( wc 4.8k)

inspired by 'pretty poison' written by the very talented vent1k1n on ao3, literally so good. never thought strip russian roulette could be so smeggsy wtf.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | dead dove: do not eat, non-con, rough sex, size difference, bit of gunplay, spitting, forced orgasm, corruption, yandere undertones, threats of murder, childe is a menace, reader has a petite body, dash of angst, russian roulette, mafia alternate universe, betrayal, please don't read if you're not comfy with these themes.

"Tartaglia is heartless."

That's what papa's soldiers said after he asked for your hand in marriage. It was a way for both ruling families to finally come to terms. Some were against it, others hopeful. And you had to admit, Tartaglia was hypnotizing. You saw him from afar one time, two times, a couple of times—from across the bridge that separated papa’s territory from his. He was the ocean come alive, all the good and all the bad. When he crossed that bridge to meet you, everything people warned you about him burnt to the ground.

Your chest fluttered on the wedding night, but it wasn't what you thought or hoped it would be. Tartaglia merely wished you a good rest before departing to his room. Of course, this wasn't a marriage of love ( you'd gotten carried away in your fantasies ), but rather a strategic move on both mafia families. Even then, the painful sprout of thorns in your chest didn't go unnoticed. Maybe it did for him. Or perhaps he did notice and just didn't care.

Papa didn't want you seeing all the bad things he did, so violence was a thing that happened from a distance. It was the same with Tartaglia. He'd tell you to go to your room when his men came in for a meeting, reassure you everything was okay—that you didn't need to worry your pretty head off. Perhaps he truly cared about you ( even if it wasn't the starstruck love you hoped it to be ), and that fleeting period in your life was the happiest. That is until you peeked into the basement of his manor, and a pair of dead blue eyes looked back.

You’re not supposed to cry over a stupid boy.

The sky has given way for a thunderous storm. Loud cracks of thunder light up the city, matching your heart's ferocious churning as you think over and over again: why, why, why? It pours rain as you pound on various doors for refuge, but everyone knows better than to open them at this hour. Crossing the bridge is a death sentence; Tartaglia’s men are stationed there, and they'd surely capture you on sight.

Afraid that he’ll catch up, you run into the city’s emptiest corner—an unsuspecting alleyway where the city lights can't reach. There’s nothing but rubbish here: overflowing dumpsters, shattered alcohol bottles someone must've thrown in a drunk daze, vulgar graffiti on the walls. Buildings tower overhead, placed so close together only a few people can walk through at the same time. The path winds 'round and 'round. You aren't sure where you're going, as long as you get away from here.

More lightning cuts through the pouring sky, and amidst it, a sweet voice calls out for you.

“Darling~”

All the hairs on your body stand, and you run faster than ever before. He's still using that sickening term, as if you really do hold a special place in his heart. Even if it wasn't real, you were content being something he felt obligated to take care of—because you couldn't help the way your heart fluttered when his hand tightened over yours, how he looked standing bare feet in the ocean shoreline. And you were happy being just an afterthought to him. But this is too cruel for you.

"Come back to me, darling. I'm sorry if I scared you."

His footsteps are getting closer and closer.

The alley takes a quick turn, and what you see next crushes all hope of getting away. A wall.

No, no no no no.

There must be another way out, but everywhere you look is a dead end. When the heavy footsteps finally stop a few meters away, you turn around. With a violent crackle of thunder, light briefly fills the alley; it barely makes a dent in Ajax's dark blue eyes. The electric crashes through the sky reflect off the taut muscles—wet with rain—on his arms. His black shirt, soaked all the way through, clings tightly to indents of hard flesh on his torso. And a smile haunts his face, kind like you remember.

"Why are you running away from me?" Ajax takes a step closer and reaches out a tempting hand. It's his left one, and the two rings on it are evidence of your weak union. "Let's go home, my love." He beckons in that familiar, gentle tone he only used with you. It made you feel special, but now you know it's just a trick.

“Bastard!” You scream with all the broken pieces of your heart. “You were just using me! I saw what you did to my father’s men in your basement, what you said about killing me! It’s a low move, you know—to murder someone in their sleep.”

Your words stir a devilish grin from him, and all traces of sweet, sweet Ajax disappear in an instant. "Ah, so you heard that too." He steps closer again, and the cobblestone wall hits your back. "It's a shame, ya know. If you weren't so nosy, I would've let you alive for a bit longer. Maybe we could've had our first kiss on the lips too, hmm? Bet you would've liked that. I know I would—you were always so kind to me. A bit too kind."

"Get away from me! If papa finds out about this, he'll kill you!" you scowl, hoping to get some leverage over this situation. But Tartgalia is a proud man. He simply laughs, as if you're a child throwing a silly tantrum.

"Well, he isn't here right now is he? It's just you and me." As his hand lifts, a flash of lightning exposes a revolver nestled against his palm.

"Ajax. . . ?"

Even his name sounds unfamiliar. The remaining bits and pieces of your heart break, not instantly, but in a way that hurts much more—slow and agonizing, holding onto hope that you know doesn't exist.

Blue eyes sweep up your body, savoring your disheveled appearance under this stormy night. Your plush thighs look so squeezable, and oh, that teeny tiny waist that's just begging to be held down.

“Let’s play a little game. It'll be fun."

Despite his voice sounding playful, the cold smile twisting his mouth wrecks shivers through you. He opens the gun to reveal six bullets settled ominously inside. “Each piece of clothing you take off, I’ll get rid one bullet. You have ten minutes before I pull the trigger, darling. Let's see if you're alive then. And if you are, I'll let you go. Promise." He chuckles at the way your eyes widen fearfully; it’s just too adorable. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

There's no way you're going to listen to him. He already messed with you enough—from the wedding vows, the delicate cheek kisses, and late-night strolls along the beach. All of it was just a pretend game for him, and the thought boils your blood just as much as it hurts.

“That game's stupid. I’m not doing anything for you."

“So, you’re gonna play tough, eh?” Tartaglia hums, unbothered by your disobliging attitude. In fact, the smirk on his face gives you the impression that he enjoys it. He points the revolver aside, and with a spark, fires it. A shrill noise reverberates through the cramped alleyway, and you jolt as the bullet whizzes past your cheek. “I won’t miss next time.”

Angry tears sting the corner of your eyes. “You’re fucking disgusting."

"You have ten minutes, sweetie. Or would you rather just let me end it all for you right now? I promise it won't hurt." There's a slight pause, then Childe's grin widens even more. "Or perhaps you want to spend your last moments as husband and wife? I know we never got the chance to be really intimate."

He'll shoot you if you try to run. For a split second, you consider trying to reason with him. Maybe he really did feel something—even if it was the most empty-minded feeling that ever crossed his cold heart. But that hopeful thought quickly vanishes. Ajax doesn't exist. He never did.

Finally, with a long exhale, you hesitatingly begin to slip off one heel.

“Mmm, good girl.” He takes out one bullet, letting it clang against the floor and roll by your feet. His gaze feels sharp along, glued to every movement, every nook and cranny of your exposed skin. When you get the other heel off, Childe hums cheerfully and drops another bullet. Papa always told you to be brave, but you’re shaking uncontrollably under this heavy aura of death. Your fingers tremble as they loosen your dress, and when the ribbons slowly but surely come undone, all the silk cascades into a bundle of light pink. A slight sigh comes from Childe the moment your adorable, white undergarments are revealed—so untouched, so innocent. Your skin suddenly feels too uncomfortably tight under his heavily inspecting eyes.

Childe chuckles as you hug yourself ( to cover up and protect yourself from the stormy weather ). Seeing you like that—all vulnerable and small—it's just too cute. He lets go of another bullet, and it lands with a sharp ting.

"Come on, take it all off," he playfully orders.

It's a decision between pride or life—an easy option for most, but difficult when it ends up in your hands. "Go fuck yourself." When you make no effort to strip any more, merely scowling at him with dewy eyes, the blue-eyed man breaks into wild laughter.

“You’d rather die than let me see you naked? Ah, how cute, but. . .” He closes the metal cartridge, spins it, then lifts the gun back up to you. “I’d think twice if I were you.”

"If you lay a finger on me, papa won't let you get away!" you glare at him, but all it does is stir a snicker. Suddenly, Childe steps forward and kicks your knee out. You hit the floor coarse with wet dirt. “Hey—!” Tartaglia wastes no time listening to your protest. He carelessly turns you over with his shoe, then presses the underside of it onto your stomach—a sharp contrast to the way he always treated you like glass. It was that side of him you learned to love, not the heartless man everyone viewed him as. Perhaps if you'd been smarter, you would've seen right through him. How love is but a fool's game to him. And how it was always his plan to use you.

A flash of thunder lights up the sky behind him, and the rain falls harder.

Your face contorts with rage. “Fuck you!"

“Quite the dirty mouth for such a sweet girl," Childe coos, kneeling down to harshly grab your chin. "Haha, you look so cute when your cheeks are all pushed up like that."

He leans in, and suddenly, a pair of lips capture yours—sweet and creamy as if he just finished a glass of honey. His tongue breaks into the wet cavern of your mouth, exploring the darkest corners. You feel the metal of his piercing, how it presses against your tongue. Each groan he makes resonates deep within your chest. Determined to resist in any way you can, you bite down hard enough to split open his bottom lip.

Tartaglia jerks back with surprised laughter, dragging his pierced tongue over the blood. "I always expected you'd like it rough, darling. But it's fine—I like it too." As if taking your defiance as a challenge, he curls his hand into the back of your hair, and with a harsh tug, smashes your lips together in a desperate frenzy.

"Mmph!" The sheer force of his kiss muffles your voice. He forcefully pushes down your jaw, giving him enough room to shove his slithering tongue inside again. Saliva trickles down into your throat, and his mouth hums against yours; it urges you to amuse him more. You refuse at first, but as his disgusting saliva builds up from just how sloppy the kiss is, you're forced to take tiny gulps, and those gulps soon turn into hesitant swallows.

After a long moment, he finally pulls back. “That’s right. Drink it up, filthy little thing.” In a fit of rage, you spit on his face, and he recoils to wipe it off his cheek. Instead of seeing anger on his face, there's nothing but the flushed look of unhinged amusement. He suddenly jams his gun into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and you gag at the sudden intrusion. He hovers a finger over the trigger with a smirk on his face. “Wanna try that again?”

Tears blur your vision, but they're quickly blinked away. You won't let him win. You won't let this bastard get the better of you.

"That's what I thought." Childe moves the gun to the side of your head, showing exactly who's in charge. His other hand settles upon your pelvis; it nearly folds across the entire width. "So tiny. . ." You flinch as his touch moves lower, caressing all the subtle curves and dips of your flesh. "Ever been this intimate with anyone, darling?" He plays with the band of your panties, letting it smack against your hip after every tug. The ginger coos, as if your reaction was somehow an answer—the way you tremble, the way you glare at him with such lovely flushed cheeks. "Mmm, guess not. But that makes it more exciting, right?"

He suddenly turns you around, easily jerking your limbs until you're sitting on his lap. His hand falls from your neck, between the valley of your breasts, then to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Thorns sprout from the pit of your stomach. It's tingly, prickly, threatening to swallow you whole from the inside out.

"Don't touch there!"

Tartaglia lets out a low chuckle, pushing the barrel of the gun carelessly against your jaw. "Stupid girl, don't you see what position you're in? I'll show you what a man can do to someone so weak." The pads of his fingers are rough, so embarrassingly intimate as one traces your slit. "First, I'm gonna put my cock in here." He slips a gloved finger inside, and you keen at the unfamiliar disturbance. Tiny hands grip onto him tighter, desperately searching for purchase with each scarlet mark it leaves on his skin. You want to scream at him until your throat bled, but all you can muster are pathetic little whimpers.

His voice dips lower, husky with sweet poison. "Then, I'm gonna fuck you like this." His finger slowly drags in, out, in, and out. Each movement is earth-shattering, something you've never experienced before. It renders you completely useless. And despite how much you try to fight it off,fs you're losing yourself to him—body squirming, hips bucking disgracefully against his gloved hand.

"Think you can handle the real thing, sweetheart?" Childe's teasing remark reduces you to a mess of shame and boiling hot anger. You want to tell him to shut up, but your teeth are gritting together to prevent any more noises from coming out ( you don't want to feed his bloated ego any more than this ). However, as he curls his finger and hits a sensitive wall of flesh inside you, an embarrassing mewl chimes from your throat. "Heh, this wet already with just one of my fingers. Didn't realize my wife was so slutty."

"Ah!" You pitifully claw against his shirt, squeezing your legs together to make the electrifying feeling stop. But Childe doesn't give you time to rest. He holsters his gun and forcefully spreads your thighs—smeared with wet dirt, gravel, and slick—before shoving in another finger. The added friction makes you kick your feet in protest. "Nghhh! No, st-sthawp, Ajax!"

Childe's ears perk up at how his name sounds along your pretty tongue. It was something he shared with you after a night of heavy drinking. He never planned to reveal it, but the alcohol influenced him more than he thought. And perhaps it was also because of the way you looked while basked in silver moonlight.

"I hate you!" With an infuriated shriek, you pound against his chest, but that only seems to rile him up even more. His fingers hit even harder, deeper, faster. "Agh! Mmmf, n-no. . . I hate, nghh, h-hate you!"

Tartaglia lets out a snicker. "But you look like you're loving what I'm doing to you. It's not good to lie, you know that, right?" The repulsive, sopping noises of him toying with your cunt mortifies you. There's some pain, pleasure, and an exhausting sense of weakness as you're unable to do anything but lay there. "If you come on my hand, I'm gonna have to punish you for lying~"

Your stomach coils up into a wad of throbbing nerves. The lack of control is terrifying, but you still try to be defiant. "I'm not, ah, going to—!" After a harsh thrust of his fingers, with a loud cry, your body releases all that tension onto his glove. Everything goes blank for a second as your chest heaves up and down. It's so dizzy, the world is spinning.

"Mmm, looks like you need to be taught a lesson on how to be a good girl." His fingers pull out with a squelch, going to unbuckle his belt. There's a very noticeable bulge in his pants. And when he wrenches the restrictive garment down, releasing his hard, massive, swollen cock, new profound terror seeps into your guts. He's planning to put that disgusting thing in you; the thought is horrifying. You try to scurry away, only for his toned arms to push you back down. "Don't run from me." With a smirk, Childe turns your little body around to face him. His weight presses against you, slowly until you're both on the ground. The rain hits his back, droplets rolling down his sharp jaw and onto your face. "This might be a bit rough on your tiny body."

Before you can comprehend his warning, he pulls your soaking wet panties to the side and snaps his hips forward. The painful disturbance makes you wail, your cramped insides trying to resist Childe's member with all its might. It burns. White hot, like a metal rod dipped in lava. For a second, your body shuts down, vision blacking out before startling back awake.

"N-No, hurts. . . 'Jax!"

He jerks his hips, forcing his big cock deeper.

You're gonna die. He's going to kill you.

"Tight—" he hisses, then sucks in a breath that shifts into laughter. He's enjoying it; the cold sweat dripping down your face, how you kick, whimper, your sensitive insides gripping him so intensely. "Hahaha! I can't fuck you stupid if you're gonna keep clenching down me like that." He's smiling, like this is all some kind of joke. However, when you suddenly squeeze even tighter around him, that attitude breaks a little. Teeth gritting hard, Childe buries his head into the shallow dip of your shoulder. He's holding you so close with shivering arms—you can almost confuse it with love. The tender kind you prayed for, something that consumes you whole as if passing through a cloud heavy with rain.

After composing himself, he finally lifts himself back up to look you in the eyes. His face is contorted into a look of pleasure: red cheeks, eyes sharp with wicked amusement. "Ghh. . . W-What did I just say?"

You squeak as he rolls his hips, slipping in a few more inches you didn't realize existed ( it already feels so full ). When he makes a small pump to adjust to the wet heat, your eyes squeeze shut at the throbbing pain. It's too big—the tip feels like it's going to tear through your cervix. But just as you think it's pushed all the way to the hilt, your eyes go wide as he forces in a few more inches inside.

"Ahhh!" You glance down, horror flooding your veins at the sight of there being more to take in. His cock stretches past your limits, making your stomach protrude a little with its shape. The filthy sight burns hot shame throughout you. He's really inside. Not wanting to look at it anymore, your eyes wander elsewhere, but Childe isn't merciful enough to give you that salvation. He takes your chin and forces it forward.

"Look at me."

It's cold enough to see his heavy breaths come out as wisps.

The ginger flutters his eyes, taking a moment to savor the feeling before he fucks you loose. “Such a needy hole for me. So tight, and so fucking warm." When his member draws out slightly, the glossy sheen covering his hard, veiny skin makes you dizzy.

“Let go of me!” you command him, holding back the hot tears brewing in your eyes. In an attempt to relieve the pain, you lift your hips off the hideous thing, but a strong hand grips your waist and jerks you back onto it.

“Mm, now what did I say about not running away?”

Childe pulls himself out to the tip.

Knowing what's coming next, you shout, "W-Wait!" A screech claws out of your chest as he slams back inside with a heavy, wet squelch. Searing pain unfurls inside your weak body, the excruciating thrust of his thick cock too much to handle. You tremble as he withdraws again, agonizingly slow as if to see what other cute reactions you're capable of making. "No, stop—!" He doesn't listen, chuckling as you scratch the muscular jut of his shoulder blades.

“Haah, fffuckk, that’s good,” he admits, thrusting hard back inside with a grunt—so brutally you think for a moment that something split inside you. It’s his massive girth that stretches your insides uncomfortably, the way he’s so much bigger, how he didn’t bother being gentle. The tears you’ve been trying to hold back spill out, and you scream as he sets an unforgiving pace. His body is much bigger, stronger than yours. He easily rocks you back and forth—like you're just some fuckdoll for him to use whenever and however he pleased. All your cries and the way you slam your fists against him are ignored. “Aww, are you crying?” His voice drips with mockery.

You hate it. You hate it so much.

Your hands push against his chiseled stomach. "Get out of me!"

Tartaglia laughs in a way that makes your cheeks burn helplessly. "You're still fighting? Don't you see it's useless, stupid girl." He squeezes your wrists together and pins them above you. There's no way he can possibly hold you down with just one hand, so you struggle, and struggle, and struggle. But nothing budges him at all. His lips are back on yours: kissing hungrily, teeth biting, tongue not wasting any drop. The hot and slimy kisses trail to your collarbone, leaving thick trails of drool. It's like he's salivating at the thought, the feeling, the everything about you.

"I'm not your toy!" you scream at him.

The blue-eyed man lets out a stuttering breath, followed by a snicker. "But you're my wife, which means we're bonded together for the rest of eternity. Remember our vows? Until death do us part." He groans, shifting his weight back a little to get a full view of your adorable face—all red and tear-streaked. “Haaah, you’re so cute when you make that stupid face. That kind of expression would drive any man wild, so don't go showing anyone else." Childe lowers himself to whisper in your ear. "Or I'll get really mad.” He grabs the plush of your thigh, jerking it onto his shoulder to better fuck you into the concrete.

"Ah! Stop, Ajax!"

"That's right, say name name just like that. Go on, cry it all out," he grunts. The shameful wet noises of his hips pounding into your cunt—over and over—fill up the alley. You want to block it out and only listen to the crackles of thunder, the rain as it swallows you up in a bitter cold. But each thrust of his dick breaks your resolve little by little. You’re afraid of someone stumbling down this path and seeing you like this, but you also yearn to be saved.

"H-He. . . lp." It hurts to say anything; your throat is hoarse from all the screaming and pleas for him to stop. "Papa, help me. . ."

The moment you call out for your father, Childe's grip tightens into steel. A punishing thrust rips a cry from you, trembles wrecking through your lithe figure. "Pay attention to me." His voice comes out a low growl. Your vision that was starting to black out returns abruptly. "Who's fucking you right now? Who's making you their bitch? That's right, me. So just forget about everything else and only look. at. me."

There's something so harsh about his words and it confuses you. You've never him like this before—the way he's looking at you with those terrifying eyes.

He glances at the slick gathered between your hips. "We're making such a mess. Finally consummating our marriage after all this time, hm?" Childe takes your left hand, and in a surprising gesture of intimacy, kisses the rings on it. You watch in disbelief as he lifts your hand to his cheek, nuzzling against it—like your warmth is his only flame in the middle of a freezing winter. A strange look dawns his face; you can't pinpoint it no matter how hard you try.

You flinch from his touch despite how gentle it is. "N-No, stop. . . I can't do it anymore. I'm gonna die."

Something flickers across his face, but it's quickly covered up with a smirk.

"Mmmf, you're tightening up again," he heaves out. There's no smile on his face anymore, a concentrated expression taking its place. You feel every bit of his sweat on you, as well as the way your ribcage rattles with how resonating, deep and full his moans are. "I s-should've been, agh, doing this more often while I—ghh!—had the chance." Suddenly, his eyes narrow, cock quivering. "S-Shit, 'mm close. Gonna fill you up nice and good. You'd like that, yeah?"

When you shake your head frantically, he takes out the revolver again and aims it between your eyes, hand trembling slightly from the intense pressure wrapped around his cock. “I’ll blow your, nghhh, p-pretty brains out after I fill you up.” That dark promise widens your eyes in fear; the adorable reaction makes him bursts into wild laughter. But from the way he bites his lips soon after, eyes filled with desire, it's clear that he's struggling to keep himself composed. “Ah, that look on your face; it’s too good! There's still two bullets inside. I’ll do it, darling. I’ll really kill you.”

"Ajax," you plead with a cracking voice. The look on your face must've been priceless ( maybe it was the despair, the defeat, the betrayal, who knows ). His body suddenly shakes with hearty laughter.

"Ha, hahahah! You can be so, so, so cute when you want to be." Childe lets out a low groan. With one last violent thrust, he releases all his cum—in hot, sticky spurts that leave you shivering—deep deep into your womb.

Everything goes numb, the loud thunder and pouring sky becoming white noise.

You stare up at Childe as he spins the revolver's cylinder one more time. The bullets in their cartridge rotate with a clinking noise, metal on metal, beckoning death from its slumber. There's a chance you'll die, and a chance you may walk out of here alive. But your heart is broken, and no one can survive without a functioning heart.

Childe smiles; it isn't playful but rather weak. "Ha, don't look at me like that. It makes me feel kind of bad. But don't worry! If you survive this, I'll let you go like I promised earlier."

He presses the nozzle against your forehead slowly—perhaps to prolong your despair, or maybe it's because of something else. You think you see something change in his blue gaze, but those eyes are still dark—as heavy and cold as a thousand seas. Even then, you find yourself clinging to that tiny spark of light.

"I love you."

The words spill out from your mouth.

Tartaglia sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes widen, filling with some strange emotion you've never seen in them before. After a bit, he squeezes them shut, as if your words seared his flesh. "Don't say things like that either." He finally looks at you with an unclear expression, one that surely isn't warm but not cold either. "It makes me feel like I'm gonna do something I regret."

His finger moves to the trigger.

And you wait for what's to come.

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## 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 | thank you for reading! got sick and tired of proofreading, so you'll probably find grammatical errors or clunky sentences. but wow i actually managed to write something kek.

( 10.21.23 ) ( © ollieink | my box is always open ! )

[eddiediazismyhusband]

breathe friend you know tommy is bones in s8, he's not bucks endgame the reliable leaker has literally been clear about that. don't believe anything that psychopath on twitter says, she's literally insane.

oh trust me i don’t believe anything she says lmao

and i know the leaker said that about tommy but tbh that dont mean shit about whether or not they are actually going to fix any of the fuckery they pulled in s7

just because they are allegedly giving tommy the boot doesn’t mean they’re going to actually get their shit together and stop ship baiting us; so like i said until they actually start to give us any indication that they’re going to stop mistreating poc characters for cheap drama and that storylines are actually going to be thought out beforehand rather than thrown together because “ehh, this is good enough” i’m not going to be wasting my time. these shows are meant for entertainment. if i am not being entertained by what’s being done, why am i going to waste my energy on it?

i dont say this to sound snippy or rude, anon, and it is NOT directed at you specifically (and i really hope it doesn’t come across that way i am just bad at emoting through screens 😭😭), i promise, but sometimes it feels like people who try to “talk me off the ledge” in these anonymous asks don’t really look at what i’m actually saying and they jump to the conclusion that i’m just making shit up to panic about, but the fact of the matter is that everything i talked about in that post is something that could feasibly happen… all of buck’s love interests up to this point have not been narratively satisfying; developed or not. so even if tommy does end up going like the leaker said (again not getting my hopes up because things change at the drop of a hat in this business) that doesn’t mean they will actually follow through with queer eddie or that any other potential love interest for buck will be in any way narratively satisfying. i’m not saying i’m closing on buddie, because i will love them and ship them together when my body is six feet under, but after the burning dumpster that was s7 post the cruise ship arc, i don’t have the faith in tim that i had before.

at the end of the day, yes abc is a more accepting and inclusive studio, but it is still that: a studio. a corporation. a money maker. they don’t actually give a fuck about the fans. i have seen time and time again that these shows do this cat and mouse shit with a queer ship and then never follow through, even if one of the characters involved does end up being confirmed queer. maybe it was a little harsh to say that tim is only interested in money, but after how little thought and care he put into last season it’s hard not to feel like he actually cares about the fans who have stuck with this show since the beginning.

i’ve mentioned before that i have stuck with this show for seven years. i have shipped buddie since s2. i witnessed the s4 buildup and subsequent letdown in s5 and 6. I know that was not tim’s fault specifically, that KR and Fox both fucked the show over

but that does not mean that tim won’t also change his mind— we saw evidence of that last minute with all the rewrites that were happening post mid season hiatus with s7. he found out he’s getting another season so he changed the plot of 7b, and if they get a season 9, all the more reason to keep dragging the buddie bait hype along with now true intentions to follow through?

i reslly really reallly wanted to trust tim again especially after the potential he had with the shooting arc in s4, but sometimes it feels like he himself has closed on buddie since then unless it’s done as a last-ditch effort to save the show… again, i’m not saying i think bt is going to be endgame, but just because they aren’t endgame doesn’t mean buddie is and that is what pisses me off. that we will have been waiting for nearly a decade for this ship to go canon, we will have gone through so much hate and vitriol from the bt stans, we have been teased and built up time and time again (even in s7), we have been bait and switched with no satisfactory outcome, and we have been laughed at the entire time, and there is a possibility that none of it will actually pay off, all because some white man gets to call the shots and he’s shown that all he cares about is melodrama and trolling people online to stir up shit.

anyway, i didn’t mean to hijack this post, anon, but i wnated to further expound upon what exactly my point was in my original post, which was not that i believed Bree’s delusions or that the helicopter pilot is buck’s endgame, but that i won’t trust tim to actually go through with anything promising until i start to see actual concrete irrefutable evidence of it.

[littlemoneytoes]

Goldie is adorable but in trouble

Hello, hello my superstars thank you so much for the wait and so many good ideas you have given me it has helped so much today as you have read the title and I know you will be confused but you'll understand why when you read this story so sit back relax and enjoy a few belly roll of laugher

year: 1998

Goldie was causing mischief, as usual, doing pranks and trying his best to take over the pizzeria, but tonight was different, Goldie saw Mike throw away an old mattress and a camera into the pizzeria's dumpster this made the golden bear very curious, he goes to the dumpster where Mike has thrown the two items, he grabbed both items and teleported them and himself to the backroom, Goldie checked the mattress first to make sure there was no broken springs or any bed bugs crawling around once he had found none, he gets a big white bed sheet that he had found earlier when he was checking the boxes in his room and starts to put them on the large mattress, once he was finished he flops himself on the large mattress and felt how comfortable it was making the golden bear purr while being comfortable

Goldie: hmmm this is nice, now I can understand why Mike and Henry like this so much, this mattress is so comfy

The golden bear said to himself before remembering the camera, the golden bear checked the camera out and found it was still in good shape and working just fine after he had put fresh batteries in, Goldie smiled seeing the camera had several settings and had accidentally flashed the camera in his eyes almost blinding him before this gave the golden bear an idea, an awful idea, this idea gave Goldie a wonderful awful idea! ( but does he listen when people tell him that some things should not be put into action? Noo!!)

Goldie: ooohhh I know just what to do with this camera >:3 He said with a chuckle in his throat and started to set the camera up after he had found a camera stand and some camera equipment, and a laptop that he had stolen from Mike's office, he laid himself on the mattress and began to take pictures of himself using the camera flash but he didn't know that someone was watching this all go down one of them was Shadow Freddy, watching the golden bear take pictures of himself before he goes back to what he was doing inside the vents since the camera flash was hurting his eyes, the next one was Finn, Goldie's 2nd best friend, he was so confused of why Goldie was taking pictures of himself before he sees Goldie start to download the pictures on the laptop and onto the internet for everyone to see like Tumblr and an app that is unheard of but this didn't sit well for Finn, and he rushes to find Freddy, to put an end to what Goldie was doing, Goldie on the other hand was enjoying himself getting praised all over the internet before he got a request from a fan of his and that was wanting him to take off his hat and bowtie, now this didn't seem like a good idea to Goldie, but his pride got the better of him and he was just about to take a picture of himself naked before his door slammed right open causing the golden bear to drop the button that was connected to the camera, he looks and sees it was Freddy and he was not a happy bear and besides him was a very worried Finn, and an upset Mike

Freddy: GOLDEN FREDDY FAZBEAR DROP THAT CAMERA THIS INSTANT!!! Freddy said roaring with anger and went to the golden bear to prevent him from taking a picture of himself naked which he was both mad but glad that he got there just in time before Goldie took the photo, Mike went to the laptop and checked to make sure Goldie didn't do something stupid, but he saw the request in a private dm and when he read it, his face shown of disappointment and disgust that someone had asked Goldie to take a picture of himself naked and send it to him, and well Mike deleted both accounts that Goldie made that included the images with them, and unplugged the camera and looked at Goldie, but doesn't say anything, he took both the laptop and camera and take them back to his office but somewhere out of animatronic's reach, Finn watched this go down hoping Goldie didn't do what he thought he was going to do, and well Freddy gave Goldie a lecture before making Goldie put his bowtie and hat on and left with a huff, Mike came back to give Goldie a talk

Mike: Goldie, come with me to the office please you and I need to have a chat

the night guard said with a calm but stern tone in his voice, making Goldie feel a bit uneased, but after the two got to the office, Mike sat Goldie down and wanted to ask him a few questions first before getting to the point of what he wanted to talk to Goldie about

Mike: Goldie where did you get the camera, laptop, and mattress??

he said looking at the golden bear, wanting answers and well Goldie couldn't lie to Mike since Mike had the " tell the truth or you are in big trouble" stare

Goldie: I got them from the dumpster and in your office

the golden bear said with his ears drooped down in shame, mostly because he got caught by everyone

Mike: I see and what did you think you were doing with the camera and laptop don't you realize that was dangerous??

he said doing his best to keep his cool and knowing he would have to tell Henry, his boss, about what happened and knows his boss would give Goldie the talk about the dangers of what is okay to do and what is not okay to do especially on the internet

Goldie:....I just was having fun and enjoyed being praised by my fans

He said not looking up at Mike since he knew there would be a lecture when Mike finished asking questions but tonight was not that night

Mike: I understand but Goldie what you did was both dangerous and not safe the internet is not a safe place for anyone including you and everyone else in this pizzeria, and that person who wanted you to send naked pictures is a predator and I'm glad we came in before you took those pictures and send them he said and knew Goldie would try to make an excuse but he wasn't going to let him this time right now since he clearly needed Goldie to understand what he was about to do earlier in his room was considered child pornography and it was both illegal and disgusting to anyone that has children and Mike consider Goldie's mental age to be about 9 years old

Mike: Goldie, I will have to punish you since this was very dangerous of what you did

he said getting up leading Goldie to the timeout corner and sitting him down in the plastic yellow chair, and making Goldie face the wall, he also sat down at one of the party table's chairs and set the time for about 10 minutes and stayed there to make sure Goldie didn't try to escape timeout like the golden bear has done several times, Mike takes a few deeps breathes to stay calm and stopped anyone from talking to Goldie since he was still in timeout

(after the ten minutes are up)

Mike checks his watch and lets Goldie go do what he usually does but makes a quick phone call to Henry who is asleep, so Mike leaves a voicemail and goes back into the security office, everyone that included Finn bugged Goldie with questions about what happened because Freddy had told them a small part of what happened and well Goldie wasn't feel like talking or doing his usual mischief, he goes to his room and locked the door till a sound from the vent inside his room ws heard and it was.......

T.B.C The ask-and-dare boxes are open but remember no fetishes, any sibling x siblingship, or anything that is not kid-friendly since this book is for kids of all ages

P.S.: yes this chapter is also an internet awareness chapter to share the awareness of creeps and pedos on the internet here is some advice if someone says they have something of yours that could ruin your life if you didn't send them nude pictures?? you ask them for the proof and if they do go to an adult you trust and tell them what is happening and show them the evidence that you are being harassed by this person that they want nude pictures from you and you call the police right away to let the law deal with them after you hand in all of the evidence to the police no children of any age should feel pressured or feel alone about this kind of stuff it is okay to ask for help even if it feels scary or won't help trust me it works and helps and you are not alone on this P.S.S: this idea was given to me by @saltv2 Goldie's body pillow

[remembertheplunge]

If you don't help me, I'll sleep in the trash dumpster

October 27, 1986. Monday

I met a guy tonight as I took out the trash. He had a big chain around his neck. He wore a leather coat, and a dragon ring. It was another sad session of “ I have no place to stay, no food. If you don’t help me, I’ll sleep in the trash dumpster. He showed me a box of record albums that he had been carrying around. Into the box I delved. And, there were his worldly possessions: the records (probably hot ((stolen) but maybe not. “They are original 60’s stuff” he said. Also in the box was a Sony walkman (his pride and joy) and an old plaid shirt. These were his things in life. And, as I picked through, he told me that he was a Vietnam War  Veteran. He had been a prisoner of war for 2 years. He was in the service from 1968-1972. He is 36 years old. He has shaggy, shoulder length brown hair and deep, dark, knowing eyes. A good person. He sang he said. His old lady had just thrown him out. “Do you know where F & M records is?” Will you give me a ride?” He asked. 

I went up to get him $5 for a record. I gave him the money. He refused to give me the record. He was demanding $10. I said “honor is at stake here. Give me the record”. He did. The situation was a bit tense.

Last night a man screamed many times “Jesus Christ, fuck you for leaving me in the alley with no food, and to pick through garbage. Fuck you. Do you hear me?”. This went on for some time.

And, the shopping carts trundle by constantly. Even after the Truckbugs chewed down another crashing good breakfast, within minutes, the street people were there to sift the residue.

Footsterps again pass beneath my window. The alley—a river of pain and endlessness and satisfaction. In its eddys and flow, one man’s trash turns to crystals of value for another, the bloom instead of the field. A sad endless march. But, life—no less—and, don’t be fooled. There is a sweet dignity there, beneath my window, and within them, too.

End of this part of the entry

Notes: 5/23/2024

I wrote the above 10/27/1986 entry in my apartment in Sacramento, California. The apartment was on the second floor. An alley ran directly behind the apartment. It had a steady stream of homeless running ing throuhgh it, especially at night.

I think what I meant by "trash bugs chewing down breakfast" was trash trucks dumping the trash dumpster in the alley.

In 1986, I had little interest in the homeless. I didn't sleep in the apartment the first night or two out of concerns about the homeless in the alley. During my time living in the apartment between 1986 and 1987, I had few direct contacts with the homeless in the alley.

But, by March of 2017, a little over 30 years later, I had changed. I could "see" the homeless and they could "see" me. Meaning, we were aware of one another as equal. We were human beings. I call my homeless meetings encounters. And, I find that in the encounter, the homeless heal me. I'll blog more about my experiences with he homeless in future blogs.

[loki-hargreeves]

Black Cat

Pairing: mainly Jake Lockley x f!Reader, also Marc Spector and Steven Grant x f!Reader Warnings/Tags: animal neglect/abuse, smoking, a tiny bit of angst if you squint, mostly fluff Word Count: 2.3K  Summary: based on the prompt: black cat. Jake finds a kitten and he doesn’t have the heart to leave it alone. A/N: When I saw the Halloween prompt list that had this, all I could think about was el gato. So here we go. I hope you like it! 

[Spooky Season Celebrations 2022]

YOUR POV

It was quite an uneventful night so far. Nothing out of the usual happened. Jake had been driving people around the busiest bars and clubs in the city, dealt with a few overly drunk people and even been hit on by someone who actually took a moment to look at their taxi driver. 

Maybe it was flattering, he didn’t care. Jake had you. No one else mattered. In fact, he couldn’t wait for the late shift to end so he could go home back to you. That was his favourite place on this entire planet. Despite how doubt in the beginning, Jake had fallen for you and man had he fallen hard. He had no problem admitting his love for you. He might’ve seemed like a tough and stoic, emotionless man that when it came to you, it was the furthest thing from the truth. 

Everything about the night changed when he was standing in an alleyway, leaning against a brick wall with a cigarette hanging from his lips. The wall offered him some shield from the icy wind and that way his car wouldn’t smell of cigarettes. He was trying to quit. Right now though, he felt the need to stretch his legs and uphold an old habit. 

Then he heard it. A tiny peep from the dumpster that at first sounded like it came from a children’s toy. It was loud enough to catch Jake’s attention though. When he heard another one, much stronger this time, he realized it resembled a meow. 

Jake furrowed his brows, confusion settling in his mind as he abandoned his spot from against the wall. In one swift move, he tossed the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it and then walked toward the metal box that smelled like rotten eggs. Hadn’t it been so cold already, the alley would’ve surely been swarming with flies. 

He couldn’t believe what he was doing as he grabbed the edges of the dumpster, lifting it up and meeting that horrid stench. Jake narrowed his eyes and peeked inside the trash, seeing bags upon bags, pizza boxes and even a bike without tires inside there. Then he saw a bag that was moving. The bag had a small hole on it that looked like had been torn by something sharp inside the dumpster. The bag was on top of everything else so spotting it was easy. 

Jake kept the lid open with one arm as he reached it to grab the green, plastic bag. The moment he lifted it, the creature within squirmed around and let out a cry that tugged at his heartstrings. Whoever had thrown this animal away like a piece of trash was a shit human being. The thought alone made Jake’s blood boil.

As soon as Jake had the bag, he closed the lid and knelt on the cold, dirty ground. Without wasting more time, he ripped the plastic open and revealed what had been in there all along. A tiny kitten was in there, its every little limb trembling violently. It was too weak to even try to run away or be afraid of Jake. Instead, it revealed a row of the smallest teeth Jake had ever seen and let out a heartbreaking row of meows. The midnight black fur was dirty and even in the dark, Jake could tell it was infested with fleas. Poor thing. It couldn’t be more than ten weeks old. So new to life and it had already met such cruelty. 

The kitten looked up at Jake with amber eyes, speaking louder than words ever could. At that very moment, a decision was made. There was no way Jake could say no to that face. 

                     You had fallen asleep on the couch after watching a few episodes of a new show on Netflix. No matter how many times the boys told you you didn’t have to stay up and wait for them to come home, you couldn’t help but try. Falling asleep in the bed next to them was always better than sleeping alone. Dozing off on the couch was something that happened when you simply couldn’t stay up long enough. 

The show had paused on its own, leaving the flat painted in a blueish hue. Jake unlocked the door silently and immediately saw your sleeping form on the couch, Steven’s emerald green blanket just about covering your legs. It was freezing in there but compared to the weather outside, the flat was lovely. 

Jake had the kitten safely against his t-shirt, underneath his jacket to keep her as warm as possible. When he realized he was going to tell you about her, he felt a slight pang of nervousness. Would you be okay with it? What about Marc and Steven? Seeing the huge aquarium in the middle of the flat revealed his alters who were aware of the little furball in Jake’s jacket. They hadn’t said anything yet.

“If you can have pets then so can I,” Jake retorted, deciding your opinion on the matter was more important. Besides, how could anyone say no this this kitten? Was he just supposed to leave it be? That couldn’t be right...

“Jake?” You muttered, still half asleep. A smile grew on your face as you realized he was home but your eyes stayed closed, full of sleep. He thought you were absolutely adorable. 

“Good morning, cariño,” Jake lowered himself on the floor next to the couch, bringing his free hand to caress your arm gently.

“Morning, baby,” You sighed deeply, trying to open your eyes despite how awfully bright the lights seemed. The moment you saw Jake, you could tell something was up. Why did he have his arm sticking into his coat like that? 

“There’s someone you should meet,” Jake began suspiciously, now feeling the kitten beginning to move around more. She had fallen asleep earlier when he was driving, as if she actually enjoyed the car ride. Strange little thing. Jake had feared the roar of the engine would scare her furthermore.

“What?” You blinked the weariness out of your eyes, Jake’s words making you think he had brought a person to the flat at this ungodly hour. What was it? Three in the morning? The wooden alarm clock on the bookshelf revealed as much.

Before you could worry about it, Jake pulled the kitten out of his coat, holding her with two hands even though she fit snugly into the palm of one. The kitten’s paws struck out between Jake’s fingers and she lifted her wobbly head, taking in the surroundings. She meowed again, as if to say hello although she was most likely trying to ask for something. 

“Jake...”

“I found her in a dumpster,” Jake explained quickly, too quickly. He felt oddly defensive even though no one had given him a reason to feel that way.

“What on earth? Really?!” You were shocked, no longer caring about how tired you were when you saw the adorable little creature in your boyfriend’s hands. How could anyone do that to something so precious? 

“Couldn’t just leave her there,” Jake shrugged, ever so carefully petting the kitten with his thumb, “so I took her with me. Stopped at a shop to grab stuff for her. She has fleas. Look-”

The sight should’ve probably disgusted you, seeing the tiny fleas on the kitten when Jake separated the fur ever so slightly. But all you felt was pity. A need to get those fleas out of that fur as soon as possible. 

You also felt love. You were already deeply and madly in love with Jake but seeing him caring for such a vulnerable, tiny creature caused another kind of adoration to bloom in your chest. The sight of him holding the kitten right in front of you with that look in his eyes, silently begging you to be okay with this was too much. Who would’ve thought Jake Lockley was a cat person? 

“Let’s see what you got,” You pushed the blanket off you and stood up, physically feeling your heart melting when Jake smiled. His smiles were always precious. This one was particularly cute because of the cat accompanying him. 

“You’ll feel better soon, little one,” You told the kitten as if she could understand you. At that moment, Jake relaxed a little bit. He knew he could count on you to help him care for this kitten. He had fallen in love with you because of how much love you had to give. You were so kind and patient, it was hard not to love someone with such qualities. 

                       After bathing her and getting rid of the dozens of fleas that had made a home in her dark fur, feeding her and making a little bed with blankets and a heating pad, the sun was already rising outside.The vet nearby would open up soon. You and Jake could’ve gone to bed but you found it impossible to leave the kitten’s side. Now that she was sleeping, she looked happy and much healthier already. 

There was no way you would be able to give her away. The attachment was already there. 

You had just become cat parents, although you hadn’t really thought out all the details yet. There was an unspoken agreement lingering in the air. 

Jake had his arm wrapped over your shoulder as you snuggled up to him, resting your head against his chest as you kept glancing at the kitten and completely failing to focus on the television show Jake had put on. Trailing off to sleep would’ve been tempting under other circumstances. Right now, you wanted to stay up and keep an eye on the cat. There were so many questions running through your mind.

“What should we call her?” You wondered, resting your hand on Jake’s lap because it was comfortable. He was so warm and you loved it. Who needed a blanket when Jake was right there?

“We’re really doing this?” Jake wanted this, he wanted to keep the cat. He hadn’t really consulted the guys yet. 

“I think we should,” You nodded as you spoke, “who else will take care of her? Also she likes you.” That much was true. The cat, or el gato as Jake had called her a few times now, was clearly obsessed with Jake. She had stopped screaming in the bath when Jake held her. At one point, even while being covered in dead fleas, she started purring because you handed her to Jake. It was a small purr but you swore you heard it. You couldn’t blame her.

All of a sudden, Jake heard Steven speaking up for the first time that night. His alter’s reflection was on the mirror nearby, revealing that he was looking at the kitten. Marc was there too. He seemed quite amused. 

“What if... what if she eats the fish?!” 

Jake bit his tongue, not wanting to upset Steven if that was a genuine worry of his. He had a few remarks in mind that could’ve been funny. This wasn’t the time. 

“She won’t eat the fish,” Jake was convinced of the fact. He was willing to bet on it. 

You couldn’t hear Steven but hearing one side of the conversation revealed enough to make you smile. It would’ve been interesting to hear what Steven and Marc had to say about everything too. For now, you decided to just listen to Jake. He would fill you in if needed. The four of you had a way to make these conversations work. 

Marc decided to stir the pot a little bit, “I don’t know. Cats love fish, don’t they?” 

“Hey!” Steven pouted. He didn’t actually seem sad, just ever so slightly worried. Steven would’ve been lying if he said he wanted to get rid of the cat. Not that he showed it, but he couldn’t wait to front so he could officially meet the kitten. She really needed a name. He was thinking of a handful of options he could suggest. Would Bastet be too cheesy? 

“Does Steven think she’ll eat Gus and Gus?” You raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction Jake’s coffee coloured irises were glued to. The reflection only revealed you cuddled up to Jake’s side. No matter how long you had been together, the sight made you swoon. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be there in such a wonderful relationship. 

“Mmhmm,” Jake confirmed, “seems like I’ve brought a vicious beast home, mi vida. Maybe we’ll need a cage,” he joked. They were just like that. There were no ill intentions, you all knew that. 

“Steven, my love. Look at her! Does that look like the face of a killer?” 

Steven knew you couldn’t see him but he flashed a toothy smile either way, happy that you acknowledged him. He had missed you. It had been a long day. 

“Smart move showing the cat to her first, Jake,” Marc commented, “You knew she would fall.” 

“Don’t you want her?” Jake needed to know.

Marc and Steven exchanged glances. Neither of them said no. That was a start.

“I mean we can keep her for now and see what happens,” Marc gave in vaguely. He tried so hard to be rational when everyone else loved the furry creature already, but it wasn’t really working. Within minutes, Marc was already fond of the cat. The responsibility would’ve terrified him a few months ago but now he was ready to face that with you by his side. 

“I suppose she is kind of cute, isn’t she?” Steven admitted defeat. That was easy. “Besides Y/N adores her already. I wouldn’t dream of taking that joy away from her.”

Great. They all agreed on something for once. 

A particularly loud meow caught everyone’s attention. Little kitty in the basket had woken up and she was hungry again. Just after one feeding, she sounded much stronger already. That was a relief to hear. 

“Duty’s calling,” You poked Jake’s side, more than excited to help him feed her. Something about it felt so domestic. It was so pure and working together to care for another life was certainly going to be a bonding experience. One you were all looking forward to.

A/N: Hope you liked it!! <3

[Spooky Season Celebrations 2022]

[i-have-a-mouth-so-i-must-scream]

Assassin's Creed x John Wick Crossover

I'm on a fucking roll today. Okay, so:

Desmond Lives (that's a given) and the world is saved. Horray!

He has all his memories and POE-enhanced abilities.

He gets thrown back to the day he ran away from The Farm as a reward from Minerva. Assassins and Templars are still a thing but now both factions are in steady decline because of Isu Bullshit mucking up the past and future because of the Solar Flare messing up the POE and the Grand Temple that sent shockwaves from Desmond's sacrifice which completely alters the whole timeline.

He still likes to work as a bartender, cause he's good at it. Only now he also doubles as a bouncer, because he has a few issues due to instincts, some trauma and ptsd from his past to work through, that beating the stuffing out of rowdy assholes has become a wonderful outlet for. No one wants to cause trouble on his shift.

People start to talk about the teenage bartender with the sketchy past that beat the living daylights out of a brute of a tough guy harassing the staff and customers at the bar he worked at. Said brute of a tough guy was later found dead a few alleys over, inside the dumpster. (Eagle Vision tagged him red-gold, so very important. Very much needs to be dead asap.) They can't prove it's him, but they have a suspicion.

Turns out dead guy is- well, was in trouble with the Continental for doing business on Hotel grounds and had a hit out on his head. Somebody from the staff, happens to end up at the bar and hears about the rumors that their newest bartender was the one who did him in, sees said bartender in question and low and behold, Des is there being all sweet and charming the tips straight out of peoples wallets without a care in the world.

"No way... him? But he's so-?"

"Nice? Friendly? Looks like he couldn't hurt a fly? Yeah, I know. The guy you were looking for thought so too before he ended up tossed out on his rear. And then he ended up dead in a dumpster. Gary said he saw him follow after Des as soon as his shift ended. Thought the kid was a goner, but nope, came in the next day as fresh as a daisy."

So, the staff guy heads to work the next day and immediately lets Winston know about what he learned. Winton has a background check on Des to see if this is an up-and-coming mercenary and finds... nothing. This kid just appeared out of nowhere with the talent of a very skilled killer.

(The Assassins and Templars are either completely written off by most of the criminal underworld as fanatical cultists or are unheard of by a majority of the criminal population. They don't work with crazy cultists. It's just too much trouble.)

Winston, of course is very intrigued. Enough to give Des a chance and hire him to work at the Hotel bar. Talent like that should be nurtured, no?

So, Winston has Charon scout him out and offer him a business card saying if he's interested he could go work for them. And Desmond's boss and other fellow staff are all begging him to consider it because of the Continental's fame and prestige would mean he'd get better pay and even a better life other than serving drunks and rowdy frat kids in a hole in a wall his whole life. They like the kid, but they think he deserves better.

Desmond, meanwhile, thinks that the way the amount of people showing gold in his vision has been increasing since he started working there should have sent him running... But, his instincts have never led him astray before and they surely wouldn't now. So, he goes.

The premise of this whole idea is, Desmond goes back in time after the Solar Flare Fiasco of 2012, runs away to New York and ends up wrapped up in the John Wick universe, and proceeds to inadvertently turns the New York Continental and its associate businesses and partners into a modern-day Assassin Brotherhood without them or the High Table actually knowing it's an Assassin Brotherhood. (The Elder might know, but I'd think he's a Hidden One Sage allied with Minerva, whose glad her chosen has fulfilled his duty and is more than happy to let him have the Hotel.)

[destinysbounty]

hey if you still have that ask i sent in about avery, you should go back to it and answer 3 more questions from it

(Fanart for Avery here and the previous ask here)

What are three(+) songs you think describe Avery?

Caffeine by Jeff & Casey Lee Williams - this one is mostly based on pure vibes, this just feels like an Avery song. Like when I think Avery songs this is the one that comes to mind immediately. I can't put into words why it suits her so well, but it just does. (Maybe one day I'll finish my amv using this same song, but with my disappointingly long WIP queue it's anyone's guess when that will happen)

Take Me to War by The Crane Wives - POV you grew up in a dystopian post-apocalyptic hellscape and were thrown decades into the past by your magically brainwashed friends, and you neither know what a "healthy coping mechanism" is nor how to acquire one.

Freaks by Surf Curse - the reasoning for this one is kind of a combination of the top two, but also I feel like it lowkey kinda fits her emotional situation after being tossed into the past and having to learn how to trust and rely on all these new people. Also I just really like this song lol

Is she more of a morning person or night person or somewhere in-between?

Equally tired no matter the time of day. I don't think she's ever gotten more than 3 hours of sleep in her life and she is equally miserable late and night and early in the morning. I guess she functions best around afternoon/midday, but even that is putting it generously. She's a walking dumpster fire at all hours of the day and we love to see it.

If she existed in a no-powers/modern au, what job would she end up with?

Hmm, Avery strikes me as the kind of person who would really struggle to keep down a job for very long. She'd probably bounce around between entry-level positions, usually in retail and food service.

Thanks for the ask!

[snarwor]

Man lmao ok.

I told this to my therapist (because I had a therapist until Tuesday) that I feel like I am a pallbearer of my own life as I walk pieces of myself that I used to consider mine down a steady incline of steps and then a small hill to a dumpster where I had to heave it into the air then watch it and hear it fall again and then climb away from it. repeatedly.

And I had to walk away from those pieces of myself countless times over the last several months and all she had to do was walk away from me once (1) and I wondered what was it about the life that I have that made it so fucking easy to walk away.

The stories I’ve written this calendar year have been:

A woman who changed who she was, unconsciously, to become someone who fit with the person she wanted. I gave this a happy ending where he didn’t leave her, and instead did everything to save her when she was on death’s door.

A woman whose heart walked in dreams, whose dreams loved her back. Who was stuck in dreams when reality died. Who was left alone for more than a hundred years and was forced to unravel every goddamn piece of herself to keep her lover’s kingdom standing. Who couldn’t even consider artistry in what she did after that disintegration of the self

A woman who was watched over by somebody who cared about her and her safety, who loved her no matter the moment because that was just who he was.

A very long (unposted) work about a woman who has lived her life in hiding because the story she told herself about the outside and the way she’d be perceived was unfathomably negative. The first person she tries to open up her heart to after years of devastation is actually living a double life and she sees two versions of him.

An aside about the Paris 2024 Olympics torchbearer and the Paris 2024 Olympics flagbearer being in love and ridiculous. It was cute and I was crying about Celine Dion the entire time I wrote it.

And a story about people who were thrown away being rescued by one another. A story where people in charge don’t have your best interests in mind, only their own. A story where healing and violence hold hands. Fighting for a life you deserve, like an old snarling dog finally resting in front of the fire. Losing trust in one’s social circle almost completely.

And that’s just to August, man. I told my therapist (because I had a therapist until two days ago) that I tended to write out my emotions in order to properly process them. Being unable to do that (sprained wrist) last January is what brought about the intense depressive episode that opened the door for my wife to get away with cheating on me last summer. I was so ill I couldn’t leave bed for 18+ hours a day.

And now I’m sorting out pieces of my fucking life that were acquired in happy times and now only remind me of her. A life I built. And I’m the only one at this funeral and she gets to run away with her affair partner to Portland scot-free. She gets a goodbye party with her affair partner and all the people who used to be my friends. She gets to write a narrative where I am crazy.

Which puts her in the same trash bin as my other abusive ex.

I am manifesting the day when I forget her name. When I forget her face, and the pathetic way I groveled for scraps of love and respect from a selfish, terrible person. If I could lobotomize her from my head I would. Eternal sunshine that piece of shit right out of there. I kept us alive for seven years and she killed us in less than a month.

[just-before-dawn]

*waves hands like a silly little magician* ~oooooohhh you wanna flesh out that tuggof superhero au so bad woooooooo~

i fucking do AHHHHH

i wanna find time to write this out fully in a full fledged fic but alfkfkfkkd life is hitting me constantly and i know this bitch of an idea is gonna be multichaptered

anyway

so the thing with macavity is that he is a "failed experiment." an experiment with the purpose of someone possessing two large scale superpowers instead of one for the sake and good of humanity. macavity was planned to be a symbol of power and hope. he was chosen due to his immense capabilities and strength, bearing the power of fire. his skills were quickly noticed by the government officials and it was then set that he'd be the top choice to go through something like this. macavity had ambition to be the top in the world, to be the world's best hero who would save all. his father and brothers could not stop him from going on. he needed to be better than everyone and prove that he was. he was going to make his father proud.

however, that experiment went horribly wrong. the main area was for macavity to develop powers involving the mind, but the pain and stress was too unbearable that it ruined him. he was given too much that he couldnt take. he managed to gain the second power of mind control and manipulation, however it was flawed. he could only handle it for so long without losing the strength and energy. the officials called him a "failure", a "disappointment." it ruined macavity's vision of the world and the need for superheroes. superpowered people were nothing but a shitshow and a public image. if you couldn't be enough, then you were nothing more than a monster thrown into a dumpster.

a little years later, a secret group tried to recreate the macavity experiment. with enough research, they discovered a potential candidate, a young tom who was blessed with the gift of controlling light energy. since this was a hidden secret and illegal, the group kidnapped this young tom away from his family and he never saw them again.

the tom was now put through hell, going through the same unbearable pain that macavity went through during those years, except with more added effort. the young tom was educated to be a genius, to have his intelligence become exceptional. this new hidden experiment was deemed successful. this young tom not only had the power to control light energy, but to conjure up items at will, including himself and others. he could do it without fail, no setbacks. he was the perfect being.

however, this experiment being illegal, the group was caught by the government officials. they were arrested on the spot.

the subject? disappeared. he managed to teleport away before he could be discovered.

the tom, now an adult, had nowhere to go. he lived by himself. the stress from the experimentation caused him to forget who he was before he was taken away, only small blurs crossed his memory. he was no one except a cat with the capabilities of two extremely strong powers.

if there was one thing this tom liked to do, he admired the heroes of the jellicle association. the deeds they would do, the cats they would save. they did it for good and for the good of the city. if only they were there when he was underground.

he took an interest to a certain hero. "the rum tum tugger" they called him. a cat of extraordinary strength. he would save queens and toms with such charisma and humor, the tom couldn't help but be intrigued by it. he didn't understand why.

he saw the hero on night patrol, that night, another tomcat with almost similar strength as that hero attacked him. the hero almost lost until the tom decided to step in, saving the hero. the two ended up meeting gazes and the tom could never forget the feeling that overtook his senses. the adrenaline of using his powers for good to save someone, and that someone being someone he had admired for so long. the hero wanted to come near him, but the fear that the tom had of being discovered and taken away again returned and he ran away.

but ever since then, the tom has been there to look out for the hero, that "rum tum tugger," to protect him from faraway. maybe one day he would reveal himself to him and give him information on what he knows.

or something like that idk but kekfkdkd hope you liked it pfft, i'll maybe write something about it one day

[faroreswinds]

I kinda want to do something fun.

Underrated couples/pairings from 3H!

Let’s start.

1. Seteth and Manuela

Seriously, these two are so cute together. Have you seen their supports? It’s absolutely maddening that these two are not shipped more

2. Cyril and Lysithea

Lysithea is preferred to be shipped with someone who saves her life, and Cyril is preferred to be thrown into a dumpster. But not only is that disrespectful to my son, but it also ignores just how cute these two are together! It’s one of the few support chains where Lysithea is not crying about being treated as a kid, and it’s one of the few where Cyril is not talking about Rhea. They compliment each other well. Lysithea gets to teach Cyril to read, and therefore gets to feel like an educated adult, and Cyril... gets to learn to read. Win/win!

3. Ingrid and Yuri (Azure Moon specifically)

I don’t see this one too often, but honestly, it’s a great one. They bond over food, Ingrid still gets to be a knight, and then retires to cook food at her own inn! Their ending seems more platonic, but I think that works for Ingrid. I prefer Ingrid not-married. Instead, both of them get to do what they wanted/love without having to sacrifice anything else. Plus, they are just good together as friends. 

4. Ferdinand and Flayn

Both of these characters have far more popular pairings, but this one is just really sweet. They have great chemistry and their ending is full of love. But since Ferdinand is a BE, and going CF means no Flayn, alas this pairing is not seen as often. 

5. Ashe and Cyril

Another forgotten ending, because people don’t like Cyril. But I like this pairing. Both of these young men get to flourish and help each other grow into better leaders, and are best friends for life. They both started from a place of poverty, and both become excellent leaders into their adult years. 

6. Hapi and Dimitri

I don’t think this one is popular due to the fact that their support is literally just an info dump and their ending is completely non-romantic. But I stan more platonic pairings! Not only do they work together to take down those who harmed them both, but they have an almost sibling-like friendship later in life. You know the one, one where one sibling cannot stop talking about their favorite thing to discuss and the other one just smiles and shakes their head, but listens anyways. 

7. Claude and Shamir

Another rare-pair that reads as platonic, but it’s a rather interesting one. It’s one of the few where Claude leaves his throne after achieving his goals, after which he goes traveling and meets Shamir along the way. I don’t know, I kinda dig that. 

8. Edelgard and Hubert

Edelgard really only has popular ships with Byleth or other ladies. Hubert is not among her popular ships. But man, people are missing out on the potential for this one. A loyal retainer who will do any deed or crime for the love of his master? Hell yeah, sign me up for that! 

9. Raphael and Marianne

Raphael isn’t popular in general, so he is often forgotten about. But these two have a great ending together! A happy-go-lucky guy and a trouble young woman? Tale as old as time. 

[vvvrrroooomm]

An Undeserved Punishment - Chapter one

( This chapter contains...

Aether

Paimon

Furina ; mentioned

Xavier ; mentioned

Morris ; mentioned

Veronique ; mentioed

Blood and injury

Drugging

Assault

Violence

Kidnapping

Kinda bad action sequence )

Read the other chapters on ao3 here!

Fontaine might just be the prettiest nation Aether has ever seen. Waterfalls create pools of waves and mist. The crystal clear water expanding around the entirety of the main town, before breaking off against lush, green grass and roving hills.

On top of being the most photogenic, it’s the strictest. Which does make sense. Focalors was the archon of hydro and justice after all.

Clockwork Meka are posted on every corner, watching for anything from petty theft to assault. It’s a little nerve wracking knowing he’s being watched every second of every day, even though he knows full well he hasn’t done anything to warrant a confrontation from the Meka.

He’s been quite sociable, already having made a lot of connections that have since sprouted into close friendships throughout his travels. It’s funny, considering before Teyvat he wasn’t the biggest talker other than when he was with his sister. Nonetheless, he loves the friends he’s made and doesn’t know what he’d do without them.

He’s currently enjoying the last moments of the Fontalia film festival. He’s ready to clock in for the night, as the day grows older and the beautiful sky darkens into a pretty midnight blue.

The festival was delightful, and he never expected the film he had worked on to win, but it was a pleasant surprise. Furina and Xavier deserved it after all their efforts.

He and Paimon wish their goodbyes to the few people still enjoying the later hours of the festival and start their walk to the hotel.

Aether takes his time on the walk back, enjoying the comforting atmosphere that came with the festival. Aether has been quite stressed as of late, and it was nice to relax for once. He takes in a deep breath of cold night air, slightly tinged with the smell of sea water.

“This was well deserved! After all this hard work we’ve been doing, some relaxation was well overdue!” Paimon says, floating next to Aether.

“I wouldn’t say it was all relaxation, though.” Aether says, “Let’s not forget Morris and Veronique.”

“It was relaxing enough! Aside from that part near the end, Paimon had a great time!”

“I had a pretty good time, too.” Aether nods at Paimon, before bringing his eyes up to gaze at the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of stars dance in the night sky, illuminating the eye catching city, only adding to its beauty. Aether remembers when he was once a part of that world, but alas, that was a part of his life that he may never return to.

He continues to wander down the street with Paimon, towards the hotel they’ve decided to stay at.

While he knew the Serenita Teapot was much bigger and much nicer to stay in, Paimon said it would be a hassle to carry around while filming. So the hotel room is basically a giant storage closet for the Serenita Teapot. Not a place for rest.

Aether walks down the winding street, letting Paimon ramble about the latest diner that recently opened nearby, as he makes a left turn onto the next street.

“Aether you dummy! This is the wrong street!” Paimon shouts in his ear, still following behind him.

“No, this is a shortcut Navia showed me. You want to go to sleep early, right?” Aether chuckles.

“Hmph! Paimon still thinks it’s creepy!” The pixie says defiantly, gesturing her hand to the dimly lit street they’re walking down, “And that dumpster smells disgusting!”

“Well, people are clearly using this street to throw away their garbage. Besides, do you really think I’d let someone hurt you?” Aether teases, “I’m quite capable you know, a couple of scoundrels are nothing to me.”

Unfortunately, as Aether soon realized, he could not, in fact, handle a couple of scoundrels. At least not tonight, of all nights.

A shadow then looms over the two, and just as suddenly, a punch was thrown at the white-haired pixie from behind, knocking her across the alleyway.

“Paimon!” Aether shouts, before someone punches him square in the jaw. His sword materializes in his hands, which is quickly tugged away by a second person. “Hey!”

He turns to the shadowed figure that’s taken his sword and after struggling for a moment, Aether fiercely kicks the attacker in the stomach. Sending his sword clattering on the concrete from his attacker's hand as they stumble back from the attack.

As he quickly goes to reach for it, there’s a sharp pain in his thigh.

“Ack!” He yells as the pain shoots up his spine, rattling his bones as the adrenaline courses through his body, as an odd substance fills his blood stream.

Aether turns to punch his second attacker in the nose, as his vision quickly starts to blur, the mysterious attacker narrowly avoids his sloppy punch as Aether begins to stumble and sway. They then grab the back of Aethers head with one hand, the other holding an empty syringe, and shove the side of the traveler's head into the nearby brick wall. 

A sharp pain pierces his pounding head as a new fog fills his disoriented mind. His ears were ringing as the figures before him turned into colorful blobs. Hot blood ran down the crown of his head, staining the cold concrete beneath him.

“Sweet dreams, kid.” The attacker who had taken his sword snickers, waving his sword around like a trophy. 

His eyes slowly start to become more and more heavy, before finally the fog in his mind takes over and everything fades to black around him.

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The first thing Aether can sense when he wakes up is the cold, hard ground beneath him. His brain is in a haze of disorientation and he can’t bring himself to put a coherent thought together. He tries to call out, but ends up with a messy jumble of words, instead. When he finally opens his eyes, regret filled his mind as the world seems to spin around him like a carousel. 

He has to fight to keep his eyes open, but eventually a wave of dizziness crashes into him like thunder, as sleep takes him once more.

Fuck.

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Once more, consciousness comes back to Aether. And actually decides to stay this time.

He’s chained to an old, rusted chair in a room so dark that he can barely make anything out at first. Eventually, however, his eyes do adjust to the unsettling darkness.

The back of his head throbs, with each passing second, as the clinking of boots against the tiled floor gradually gets louder and louder.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s finally decided to join us.” A tall man with a scraggly beard and short, unkempt hair says, slowly walking into the room.

“There is much to discuss with someone of such high caliber as you, dear traveler.” The man pulls something out of his pocket that glints in the dark, “So, where should we start?” He darkly chuckles, before Aether hears the light sound of a click.

The man unsheathed a pocket knife with an all too happy smile.

Double fuck.

[gungemastersblog]

Charlie finds out why you never cheat

Charlie had made a huge mistake he had cheated on his girlfriend shing lin with his ex ella when the girl's Found out they were so mad they wanted revange big time they decided to do it at the school prom

Charlie was there in his suit he was chatting up girls on the dance floor when the music stop and the lights went on him

Ell and shin were on stage they said "Charlie is a love rat he has smelly feet they smell like a cheese factory or a dead animal he farts when he's emmbassed and wears power ranger undies he wears the same pair for weeks"

Then photos came up on screen of him sleeping with his favourite teddy

Then the girls had out pages from his diary people read things like the time he pooed himself on a date or about how much he love power rangers

Charlie went bright red as everyone laughs at him he even started farting in shame the more they laughed the more he fart he did one fart that sounded like a bomb had gone off in his pants

Shing Walked up to him holding a huge bowl of punch said " I can explain"

She tipped the whole thing over his head he gasped in shock then both girls kicked him in the balls he screamed out in pain like a little girl

what followed was a utter trashing

First the girls squirted ketchup and mustard at him he got covered in gloopy sauces

Then they pied his cute face ten times he moarned as his face got lost under the pie crust and cream

Then they grabbed him by the hair and slammed him down into a cream cake

Then he was his face was dunked into a huge trifle as he was held down they slapped his bum he farted each time he was so emmbassed

They they pulled his jeans down so everyone saw his power ranger undies the girls said "I see London I see France I see Charlie's under pants"

They pour milkshake down the front of them he moaned from the coldness of it

Then he got loads of wedgies and then baked beans and custard down the bk of them he cringed as he felt the stuff on his butt

Then they give him a massive wedgie sending the gloop every where Charlie's face was a picture

One guy said "wow that's going to leave a mark

Then a huge trilffle was poured down the bk oh his underwear and again he was given a wedgie the tirllfle expoled in his pants going every where

Then he was dunked into the chocolate fountain sticky chocolate covered him it was dripping of his face

He was then sat on a cream pie he moarned as his bum became cream

They took his shoes and socks off they both gagged at the stench of his feet they said "don't you wash your feet they reek" Charlie went bright red with shame he said "they don't smell that bad" they both laughed and said "put a sock init Charlie " as they grabbed his sweaty smelly white socks and stuffed him in his gob he went green in the face and gagged at his own stench

they then rubbed cheese sauce all over them Turing them yellow and stinky they poured the cheese sauce over his head and rubbed it in his face he said "eugh I stink now"

Some one said "you actually smell better than you did it's a improvement hahah"

To finish off honey was poured on his feet he pulled a face as he felt his toes become super sticky it was then poured down his underwear it would be a nightmare to wash it out

Then he was covered in treacle and feathers they stuck to him he was made to act like a chicken people filmed it he would never live this down

Then buckets of green slime was poured on him it was like being covered in snot he looked like a human boogie

Then he was tied to a table and a Apple was put in his mouth all night people would tickle his feet and pour more mess on him

At the end of the night he was picked up and taken out side where a huge pile of manure waited for him

He screamed "no not that" but he slammed down into it he landed face first into fresh manure

He layed in the shit for ages he would be smelly for weeks

When he managed to get up he was grabbed by some boys and thrown in the dumpster that was full of rubbish

He was in there for ages squirming in the sinky trash when he did get out he ran home he wouldn't be seen for awhile and was smelly for weeks he definitely wouldn't cheat again

The girls had injoyed it so much they decided that if they found any more derseveing lads in the village they would get them too

The boys of Hollyoaks better look out

(who should I write about next

[teetlestansecond]

30 days of angst and fluff - 04. hobby

raph realizes, one night as he stares up at the ceiling from his bed, that he's never really had a hobby.

At least, not his own hobby. He plays video games with his brothers, skates with his brothers, reads comics with his brothers. But when he's on his own, Raph doesn’t enjoy doing those things as much. They’re not as much fun, and he usually ends up giving up and moving on to something else.

But now, in the middle of the night, Raph can’t help but want to find his own thing. His own hobby.

But... what?

He brings it up to April in the morning, when she swings by to pick up a jacket she’d left the night before. April takes a moment to think about it, tapping her chin.

“I mean,” she hums, “I can’t tell you what to pick, Raph, you’ve gotta figure that part out for yourself. Try some things, see what you like! I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Smiling brightly, she bumps her fist against his shoulder. “you got this!” Raph, watching her leave, does not feel like he’s got this.

“Okay, Raph,” he sighs to himself as he gets up and begins walking. “We can do this. We just have to find something we like. That can’t be too hard, right?” He stops in the middle of the room, hands settled on his waist. “Right?”

The silence that answers isn’t exactly comforting.

His first stop is Vibe City - or, Leo’s room, but he’s been calling it by the ridiculous title for years now. Really, Raph likes the room. It’s a cozy space that just fits his brother, filled with unique trinkets, stolen neon signs, and plants that had been wrongfully thrown out by their first owners, only to be scooped up and adopted by the slider. They were healthy now, bright with vibrant colors in their various locations around the room. Leo looks pretty proud of them where he sits at his desk. Raph frowns as he leans against a nearby wall.

“How did you know you liked taking care of plants?” he asks. Leo shrugs, leaning back in his seat.

“Huh. I dunno, really. I just saw one while I was dumpster diving with Donnie,” he answered. “She looked pretty dead, but there was still some green on her so I brought her home and asked April for a few flower books. And now, Amy lives happily ever after over there.” Leo gestures to the aloe pot on the shelf over his bed. “People throw away plants all the time, and more often than not they’re not actually dead. Which works out for me, I don’t have to find a plant shop to borrow from.” Raph’s brow furrowed.

“Wouldn’t it just be stealing if you took them from a plant shop?” Leo shrugs.

“Steal, borrow, potato, potato. It’s the same!” It’s not, but Raph lets it go.

“Whatever. That doesn’t answer my question,” he points out. Leo considers it for a moment before speaking up again.

“It just felt good,” he finally goes with. “When I realized I could save Amy, it felt like a challenge, but when it actually worked? It just felt good. And so I keep doing it.”

A challenge, Raph thinks. He can find one of those.

He starts by borrowing an old computer from Donnie’s lab to fiddle with, but the inner workings confuse him and he ends up punching the whole thing and having to apologize to the softshell.

Then he borrows a canvas from Mikey and tries painting. It doesn’t look right, he doesn’t like the look of it, and quickly gives up on it.

Baking comes next, and Leo ends up running in with the fire extinguisher after the smoke starts spilling out into the rest of the lair. Raph later realizes that he’d accidentally added two cups of salt to the burnt cake, so it’s for the best that it’s been rendered inedible.

It’s a frustrating string of weeks for Raph, a seemingly never-ending cycle of trying something new only for it to backfire spectacularly. And if Raph’s being honest, it’s weighing on him. It’s starting to feel like he’ll never find his thing. But then it strikes him, while he’s watching a Lou Jitsu movie with Splinter. The rat’s busy mending one of his robes and it just strikes Raph.

Knitting.

He leaps up, promising Splinter he’ll be back later before hightailing it to April’s house. She had a knitting phase a few years back, and he’s thrilled to find when he gets there that she’s still got the needles, and is happy to give them away after showing him the basics. And Raph takes to it like a fish in water.

By the end of two weeks, he has scarves for everyone. He make his first hat a week after that. But things really get going when he figures out how to make sweaters for stuffed animals.

His brothers all like to complain about the itchy sweaters they keep getting gifted every month, but when winter rolls around and they start walking around the lair in their sweaters, Raph can’t help the smug smile that comes to his face.

[themculibrary]

Fics In Which Tony Is The Team Dad/Mom Masterlist

A Place to Call Our Own (ao3) - MusicalLuna pepper/tony T, 2k

Summary: After their face off with Ultron destroys the tower (again), the Avengers have to find somewhere else to live, and maybe even call their home.

Apple and Cinnamon (ao3) - DancingForRain steve/tony G, 2k

Summary: As a kid, Tony discovers the therapy of baking. As an Avenger, he shares this method with his team.

But Who Takes Care of You? (ao3) - anxious_soul G, 4k

Summary: In which Tony is the team's mum and he takes the role very seriously, but sadly no one appreciates or notices it until he goes away on a 3-week business trip.

AKA the team falls apart without Tony and then he returns and fixes things at his own expense.

Cracked Hearts Under Iron Ribs (ao3) - XtaticPearl steve/tony M, 14k

Summary: Rhodey is away for almost six months now and comes to meet Tony after the mission. He doesn't understand the domesticity of the whole Tower and unknowingly sets off a whole truck of insecurities which make Tony crawl back into being a Stark instead of just Tony. The team is not at all happy and Rhodey joins them in trying to figure out a way to help their resident genius feel better in his skin.

Don't Call Me Mom (Unless You're My Family) (ao3) - XtaticPearl steve/tony M/T+, 29k

Summary: Tony Stark is sarcastic, occasionally obnoxious and eternally wearing a mask over his insecurities. His complicated and cold childhood combined with his inherent genius mind make him less likely to play well with others. None of these though stop him from holding his team together, whatever way he can. The team in return gives him the one thing money can't buy : a family. These are the stories and memories of how the Avengers became a family with Tony unconsciously taking on the role of being the mom of the group.

If I Could Hold Your Hand (ao3) - Im_Angry_and_Smol pepper/tony G, 26k

Summary: “Clint, get out of the dumpster and go take a shower.” He ordered.

“But my hearing aids Tony.”

“Will be fine, I’ll take care of it. Go take a shower, don't use the vents until you do.”

“You can’t do that,” Clint grumbled, seeming to not agree with him, though Tony noticed with satisfaction that he could hear rustling that probably meant he was getting out of the dumpster, “That’s like grounding me, you’re not my mom.”

“My tower, my rules.” Tony insisted, “I’ll get JARVIS to lock them.”

“Whatever, mom.” Clint scoffed.

“Take a shower, tweety bird.” Tony quipped before hanging up.

or

A bunch of interconnected oneshots detailing how the team becomes more like family and Tony distinguishes himself as the Team Mom.

Signs of Life (ao3) - aven_garde steve/tony, bruce/natasha, bucky/clint M, 40k

Summary: Tony Stark gets thrown into a new world when a one- night stand ends with him having a son. When it's discovered that Peter is deaf due to his mother's mistakes while pregnant, Tony vows to become the father he never had. Fortunately, he's got the Avengers to step up as a team— and a family.

Some Things Shouldn't Be a Chore (ao3) - scifigrl47 steve/tony, clint/phil T, 22k

Summary: Steve takes things like personal responsibility and respect seriously. Tony's got people he pays to take care of that kind of thing, and anyway, he's pretty sure that he's going to die of some exotic disease in his workshop, because Dummy's still a little spotty about what is 'clean' enough to put on an open wound. The rest of the Avengers are in this for personal gain, except for Clint, he just enjoys being a dick.

And some things shouldn't be a chore.

Tender Instincts & Panicked Measures (ao3) - Thementalistlover2013 steve/tony N/R, 9k

Summary: Tony Stark: Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Team Mom?

It wasn't like Tony had set out to mother the Avengers.

No, it wasn't like that at all, but it had surely ended in that fashion. Someway, somehow, his life had turned from depressive workaholic, alcoholic, everything-that-was-especially-harmful-holic to packing paper brown bag lunches and personally sending out clothes to the cleaners.

Personally - he hadn't even sent his own laundry out pre-Avengers.

He had just become the proud owner of five superheroes; they hadn't even come with care kits or manuals or blueprints.

Tony couldn't breathe.

There's A History Between Us (and people think it's mine) (ao3) - IamShadow21 steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: A moment is all it takes to open up the box and confirm his suspicion.

“I think you're right, Cap,” Tony says. “This isn't my area.”

They Call Me Dad (ao3) - fandomfrolics steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: The team's taken to calling Tony by a very strange nickname and he's a little afraid to find out why.

Three Men And The Babies (ao3) - XtaticPearl steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: “If you fly away with my baby one more time, Thor, I will steal your hairbrushes,” Tony warned as he scooped up Bruce with a scowl directed at the way too amused Asgardian. “Your baby?” Steve asked dryly as he bounced Clint in his arms with an unbeatable rhythm.

Tony Stark Advises The Avengers (ao3) - copperbadge T, 1k

Summary: Somehow, Tony Stark ended up Team Dad.

You Know How to Give (ao3) - brandnewfashion steve/tony G, 6k

Summary: Steve was one of very few people who knew that the real Tony Stark was thoughtful and selfless, and genuinely cared about others.

The problem? The man was absolute shit at showing it.