#you would think they would handle the characters with more care. add spice in them but STILL keep who they are in the comics and add that

[catch-the-wind]

when reader is sick hc's p2

PART 2 IS FINISHED WHOO

here's a link to part 1 uwu

so i'm still brainrotting over this and i would like to date almost every character rn~ i probably won't add more to this unprompted but if anyone wants a part 2 just shoot me an ask! <3

tags: gn!reader, xiao x reader, zhongli x reader, ningguang x reader, beidou x reader, kazuha x reader, amber x reader, keqing x reader, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader

xiao

this man is so awkward goodbye

he’s really popping into the kitchen of wangshu inn like mr. smiley yanxiao i need an order of almond tofu and uhh whatever the hell it is sick people eat

asks cloud retainer if there’s a medicinal thing she’s created and hey can you fix my s/o

meanwhile his s/o is like xiao- xiao- XIAO- it’s a COLD i’ll SURVIVE, stop leaving me to find solutions and just come cuddle

so xiao cuddles <3 he’ll read to his partner but it’s likely he’s also just sitting there in silence holding his s/o

he likes the companionship, doesn’t talk much. comfy silence all around

his partner probably falls asleep on him at some point but he’s okay with it

he probably watches his partner while they rest and he’s super frowny because he hates seeing them in pain :(

but also the gentle forehead kisses while his partner rests <3

he tells zhongli that he needs time to be with his s/o while they’re ill. he makes it sound like his partner is dying which is...overdramatic but also he just wants to dote on them and make sure they’re okay

he asks verr goldet what things a sick person might want while his partner rests and then he tries to kinda sorta subtly ask for help getting them

tries to dote on his partner subtly but he’s so grumpy all the time LOL

n e ways he gives his partner smooches and cuddles and that’s all that matters uwu

zhongli

he doesn’t even have to really say it to hu tao, she just knows he’s about to ask for a few days off. he does ask, ofc bc he’s following the protocols of social etiquette

he goes to his partner’s home or they’re in his for the entire time they’re sick

has a shopping list of foods for a sick person, also gets tea

has no mora to purchase anything on his shopping list so he hits up tartaglia LMAO

tartaglia comes w zhongli just to visit zhongli’s s/o

hu tao also comes to visit zhongli and co but he’s so wary of her because is she about to pull a prank- really she just brings him some tea he likes and wishes his s/o well <3 she probably sings to them too but it’s a little creepy if you listen to the lyrics LOL

this man is not reading his partner stories, they’re getting histories, pov morax. he knows so many little details that are lost in time but are kept safely in his memories

the man works out, tell me otherwise. he may choose his own body and he knows he has cake but the man works out and trains. he’s a god of WAR and he keeps himself in good shape. n e way he works out in the living room or backyard while his s/o is sick and he trains w just a shirt and pants and he’s so pretty aHEm i think my asthma is acting up again hang on

okay but muscles rippling and you can see it through the clothes that aren’t even that tight BUT BRO WHY ARE YOU GRUNTING SO MUCH PLEASE NO ONE ELSE DOES

would probably get his partner toys and such and one of them is a little dragon <3 give it smooches every day

he’s distracted when he answers hu tao or the adepti because he’s thinking ab his partner instead

ningguang

the frown on her face when she finds out PHEW

she takes her partner’s temperature with the back of her hand and she’s all frowny all day. ganyu is lowkey concerned bc what’s the matter with lady ningguang-

her partner stays in ningguang’s home and she’s working from home for a while <3 there are millelith guards and members of the qixing popping into her home office and even beidou once or twice. bei is also worried ab ning’s partner, but she’s doing the hearty slap on the back and the “get well soon!”

ningguang ordering food from wanmin and xiangling personally delivering it <3 xiangling and guoba are both showing up with some hot soup and guoba is there for cuddles pls he’s so cute

ningguang will read to her partner, probably tells them about her day and entertains small talk until they fall asleep

she cooks some of her qiankun mora meat and tries to make her partner soup <3 the millelith and the qixing have never seen their tianquan in a kitchen working before but she would only ever do it for the people she loves

keqing is in the corner quietly shipping while munching golden shrimp balls goodbye

i think ningguang respects ganyu too much to force her to run around for stuff but ganyu probably likes ning’s partner enough to do it anyway

ning and cuddles and temple kisses and she won’t give her partner smooches on the lips :( but she’s soft for them so they get cheek kisses and spooning them to sleep

beidou

she stays at her partner’s place while they’re sick because the crux might make them feel seasick instead

but she goes back and forth to the crux to get her things and take care of business and such. her crew probably loves her partner so they have things for bei to bring back <3

bei doesn’t even leave her partner’s town but she’s got sango pearls, cecilias, qingxin, cor lapis jewelry, dendrobiums (even though those are like. blood flowers. they’re pretty it’s fine) and many many fruits

xiangling comes by with food for bei and co and sticks around to hear beidou telling her partner stories about her time at sea

beidou is. she’s so buff okay. she carries her partner in and out of the room and to the living room or kitchen or brings everything to her partner and you can see how defined her muscles are bye i’m in love with her

we already know bei learned to cook a little bit from xiangling but beidou is absolutely learning to cook more while her partner is sick. xiangling is there giving her cooking lessons while beidou’s partner watches <3 bei with that look of concentration and she’s so quick with the knives too i’m- okay but her spoonfeeding her partner?? *chef’s kiss* ;)

beidou puts too much pepper in a dish and it deffo clears sinuses LMAO but she tried and it actually does taste very good if you can handle your spice 🤷‍♀️ i cannot so find me with a gallon of milk later

n e ways beidou cuddles her partner to sleep and falls asleep as soon as she knows they’re resting <3 many cuddles and many kisses, even if they insist not to because cooties will get u sick bei 🥺

visits bubu’s pharmacy to get her partner’s medicine herself but also has remedies from other places too! zhongli deffo helps her with some other gifts for convalescents so it’s historically, traditionally and socially acceptable

kazuha

is so worried omg

wherever his ass is, he’s going to his partner as soon as he finds out they’re sick. he’s so frowny and worried it’s almost cute but also,,,kazu it’s a cold, it’s FINE

he goes to collect qingxin and sweet flowers and stuff himself and makes his own poultices and soups and such <3

he shows up at his partner’s home with arms and buckets of flowers and herbs as soon as he possibly can. bei understands if he has to go tho, she gives him leave uwu

makes his partner soup and dried fish and gives them many smooches <3 they are not allowed out of bed LOL they just have to stay there and wait for him to dote on them

many many cuddles and smooches. he plays leaves and grass and recites poems for them he’s so cute <3 sigh, this man plays grass and i’m out here simping

also comes bearing gifts from wherever he was last tho. if he was on the crux, he’s probably got gifts from beidou and the crew even if they don’t really know kazu’s partner, they just know he’s happy and that’s what matters. if he’s not on the crux, his boss probably gives him leave and a gift or smth even if it’s just like a tea or a bottle of wine or smth

he’ll cuddle and be a blanket. but he’s also got fabrics that beidou picked up in inazuma and he uses that as a blanket for his partner <3

will tell his s/o stories of his childhood, his time wandering, his time with the crew, his work. anything they want to know or have questions about, he’ll tell them.

forehead kisses, temple kisses, holding his partner’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of their hand ugh i love him

deffo gets sick because he can’t deny his partner smooches on the lips smh. and then it’s his partner’s turn to play nursemaid

the crew from the crux probably drops by to check on kazoo man and co. they bring some regional delicacies and blankets and their best cold remedies with a slap on the back for kazu and a gentler pat for his partner. like w ningguang’s partner, bei probably gives kazu’s s/o a hearty slap but it’s not enough to hurt them

anyway i’m in love with him

amber

she’s so worried she’s such a sweetie omg

she goes to her partner immediately and fusses over them before they have to gently tell her that they’re fine

she goes to collect sweet flowers and stuff and goes to ohm, albedo and barbara for help making medicines and such

doesn’t want to leave her duties unattended to but jean also knows that amber wants to be with her s/o so she tells amber that she has fewer duties for her <3

jean tells kaeya to go make sure amber is doing okay and doesn’t need help or anything so he drags ohm, diluc, albedo and lisa too LOL

lisa was planning on going anyway, she just used diluc to carry her books w this opportunity <3 albedo is just treating amber’s partner w meds and potions and things and lisa takes a peek at that too

she’s so sad she doesn’t have ohm’s super cold skin so she can’t be a human cooling pack for her partner </3 but she gives them many smooches on cheeks and foreheads and temples

barely resists giving her partner kisses on the lips bc she still wants to go to work but also wants to give her partner what they need and sigh. it’s a struggle for amber

she wears pajamas and cuddles with her s/o <3

cooks her partner some (fully cooked!!) meals, not her specialty steak. but she makes soup and goes to good hunter and gets good hot food there too

keqing

wants to take some time off to help her partner feel better but also doesn’t want to leave work. ningguang probably sends her home at some point because she’s fretting and working and stop feeling so bad keqing, you have sick days

she still goes to work but she’s just taking marginally shorter days sigh, she goes home early instead but brings work home so she can do it while sitting with her partner

wears leisure clothes when at home with her partner but the fact that she has clothes she doesn’t use for work is shocking LMAO the cat ears stay tho ;) catgirl always

ganyu comes by with keqing’s work, some wanmin takeout and a card and gift for her partner <3

xiangling hears that keqing is home with her partner while they’re sick and brings food over to keqing’s. she’s got extra golden shrimp balls for keqing. AND AGAIN. GUOBA CUDDLES ��️❤️❤️

keqing feels so bad for not doing as much work, she’s making herself almost as sick as her partner </3

ningguang comes over one night with beidou while keqing is doing work in bed while her partner is resting and she sees keqing stressed as all hell. she just gives keqing some food and tells her to actually rest. soft!ning and bei being moms god i love them

okay but keqing tucking her partner in with a sweet kiss before retreating to her work in the corner, the lamps turned to the lowest they can possibly be because keqing refuses to leave her beloved but can’t not do work

keqing trying to cook food for her partner that isn’t meant specifically for survival but for taste is so cute. she’s trying to cook golden shrimp balls and soup and stuff and she’s not bad at it! she took a single night of giving her s/o hot tea and some wanmin soup before she learned the whole cookbook so she can be the one to cook for them <3

venti

he brings his partner wine u cannot tell me otherwise

he goes to diluc’s. not the tavern but straight up dawn winery and asks diluc if he can get a bottle of wine for his s/o and please please please he’ll go fight some of those slimes for you, please? with the big 🥺 and staying outside diluc’s window to beg bye

diluc just gives him the wine with a glare but won’t make venti do the commission <3 venti legit says “thank barbatos” and gives diluc an ~ehe~ before he gets ready to glide away. he turns around and asks diluc if he’s sure he can’t do the comm but diluc just glares at him all broody~

diluc comes by to check on venti’s partner too bc where does venti live- venti is just camping out at his partner’s place for now and feeding them and giving them wine and diluc just kinda goes a little pink but glares while he says “get well soon” and leaves a windwheel aster from near the winery

venti makes soup and many vegetable/fruity foods because “they’re good for you! have some wine with that ehe”

jean comes by at some point with barbara to check on venti and co. they’ve got other foods and some hydro healing for venti’s partner <3

ohm comes over to see his friend and brings him some medicines, food and wine. he gets to witness the anemo god get all soft and squooshy for his s/o it’s so sweet

he uses anemo to entertain his partner with some gentle breezes playing through leaves <3 but he also plays his lyre for them and gives them smooches in between and during songs because he’s a god ofc he isn’t gonna get sick, pay the bard with kisses. and where’s his gratuity :( 😗

he doesn’t read to his s/o but he does tell them stories with a musical accompaniment. sometimes his partner will fall asleep so he just smiles so softly and tucks them in and continues playing his lyre at the window while they sleep <3

but also brushing his partner’s hair back and giving them a kiss on the forehead please i love my beloved kinnie

n e ways venti forehead smooches and playing the lyre for his s/o <3 no cough meds ehe, just dandelion wine and whatever ohm gave him (that was, in fact, the cough medicine)

scaramouche

bro this dude looks like he CANNOT be assed but he really cares <3<3

his work schedule doesn’t change but he’s going to his s/o’s home super often with soup and food and medicine and extra blankets

even to his partner, scara looks broody but he always looks like that LOL

tartaglia finds out where scara is going and he brings food and toys and stuff too <3 scara later has to read one of the kids books tartaglia brought and he refuses to voices but it’s very sweet anyway

scara probably asks sandrone if his doctor brother can get him some good cold medicine but would never admit that he asked ohm for help LOL. ohm shows up anyway and finds out <3

can and will cook soup but that’s all you’re getting from him. the takeout he brought is most definitely not something he made, no sir’am he would never do something as soft as cook for them. soup doesn’t count, it’s oboiling water with some added flavor, shut up tartagalicious he’s not soft

will give his partner kisses only after he thinks they’re asleep. refuses to give them any affection besides a headpat or two and maybe one hug when he shows real concern. his partner isn’t quite yet asleep one time and then feigns sleeping when they hear scara’s whispered “i love you” and he presses a kiss to their forehead 🥺❤️

he takes off his hat inside the house but will go around with a blanket around his shoulders to mock his partner smh. the blanket is on his head like a hood and he fake sniffles with an almost derisive laugh but he gives his partner a real smile at the end <3

9/10 times will never admit that he’s soft unless it’s a Very Serious Moment but he’s a squishy dood for his s/o and his s/o only

will not read or sing to his partner but he’ll sorta cuddle if they ask very nicely and many times. it’s just kind of him sitting next to them and they kind of have to muzzle before he’ll move his arm for his own comfort LMAO

will bring his partner gifts and food, a few flowers but he’ll just claim he’s delivering it from someone else with a look of fake disgust </3 maybe like two of those are actually from other ppl and not him

when his partner is actually feeling really sick, he won’t be a big smol meanie and he actually looks so concerned~ his partner means a lot to him and he doesn’t want them to feel sick or in pain so he’ll cuddle them unprompted and rub their back, run his hand thru their hair, soft forehead and temple kisses and “i’m here, baby” and “i love you” and falling asleep with his partner tucked under his chin <3 he’s actually so sweet bye 😭

thoma

thoma feels so bad when his partner is sick. it isn’t even his fault but he feels so bad because he wants to protect them, even from tiny little germs 😭 i’m sorry u can’t be my immune system thoma it’s FINE

he asks to take off work and ayaka just kinda sighs but smiles and waves a hand to dismiss him bc yes ofc you can, simp

ayato just laughs when he sees this LMAO BYE

thoma’s partner stays at his home, in his bed or a guest room (idk if he has his own place or stays w the kamisatos as their literal live-in maid but anyway)

his partner gets his care, any doctors or caretakers around ritou, the medic from the crux, the kamisato family doctor- this man is using some of his favors for medicine and then cuddling his s/o, ugh i want to date him sm

both kamisatos come by with some food for thoma and co but poor ayato can’t even keep his grin contained, poor thoma is conditioned to be nervous ab what ayato feeds him LOL

he’s cooking for his partner, legit gives them a list of options and an “anything you want, my love?”

cuddles his s/o even tho they might protest but it takes like 0.2 seconds to stop protesting bc that man is comfy

tells his partner stories about what it was like back home in mondstadt and his journey to inazuma and why he’s there as well as his stories about all the different kinds of people he’s met

taroumaru coming w kozue to the kamisato estate to get some hot tea to thoma 🥺 and the cuddles and nuzzles from this great doggo for thoma before he turns to his partner too 😭 straight up jumps in the bed and licks their faces a little before nuzzling in for a hug

n e way thoma gives a lot of hugs and kisses and cuddles and i think he’s hella touchy-feely and misses home and treasures his partner even more because of it

my beautiful red shield ❤️

[movedthefuckouttahere]

//. Man, it’s a good thing US roleplayers can fix the mess that is season 2. Honestly shoutout to the people bringing justice to betty cooper / jughead jones / cheryl blossom / archie andrews / veronica lodge / Toni Topaz / ---just every character. cause if the writers can’t handle them correctly, least you have many people who can fix that right up. And breathe life into the character. So y’all do you, and bring justice that the characters oh so deserve. 

[alltheworldsinmyhead]

ON FEYSAND’S PLOTLINE IN ACOSF

              !!!!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE ACOSF!!!!

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Let’s be honest for a while, okay?

ACOCF had potential to be SJM’s best book, if not for any other reason then because of the sheer idea of it. Coming-of-age, healing story of the most complex and polarizing character she has ever created set in the time of peace, away from the familiar setting (according to the later changed concept which still remains in the snippet at the end of ACOFAS), development of her arguably most feisty and angsty love story... It could be her absolute trumph. Even with the change to stick to Velaris instead of exploring the Illyrian culture of the Mountains and with the added conflict of the Mortal Queens and Koshei, it still could work quite well. 

It didn’t. For many, many reasons, but the most important one, in my opinion, being the feysand pregnancy plot. 

Nothing about this plotline made sense. Not a single thing. From start to finish, it was an absolute disaster from the character-writing POV, from the narration POV, from every single context of it. It broke the rules of real-life logic, it broke the rules of this fantasy world setting and it completely exposed that Rhysand, while not a bad guy, is a pretty terrible partner, even worse ruler and an absolutely terrible contender for the High King title. 

Let’s break this whole mess down (and expect this post to be mammoth-sized. it’s not my fault, though, write to SJM if you have any complains):

1) Feyre, 21, decides to get pregnant, even though less than a year earlier, she expresses the delight with not being forced to bear children to her new mate and told him herself she wants to wait a while and enjoy her life with him. Feyre decides she wants a baby though and Rhysand goes along with it, even though he is aware how young Feyre is and how hard her life has been up until this point. He wants a baby too much to have an honest discussion with Feyre about it, to stop and wonder what is the reason for her sudden change of heart, to reassure her that they have a lot of time ahead of them and don’t need to rush. No. She mades a sudden decision to have a baby after A YEAR OF MARRIAGE and not much more of being turned fae, JUST AFTER having her whole world put upside down, having received a completely new title and responsibilities, surviving the wat and being mated. Great. 

2) Feyre decides to get pregnant and Rhys goes along with it less than a year after the end of the bloody war. It is politically a delicate time, everyone is still not sure how the balance will shift, some countries don;t want to sign the peace treaty, etc. There are a lot of enemies and a lot of turmoil remaining. But sure. Let’s have a baby. Perfect time to add yet another target, another weakness that can be use by the Mortal Queens, Beron or whatever else with malicious intent towards the Night Court. 

2) Feyre gets pregnant after approximately a year of trying. I know healthy people of reproductive age for whom it takes ages more than this. Fae’s pregnancies are rare af and precious and happen once in a blue moon, but ofc SJM broke the world’s rules for her darling Feyre. And again, for Kallas and Vivianne who are also expecting the baby, even though it has been a maximum of 3 years since they’ve mated. 3 years is also not a particularly long time to try to have a baby for those who have issues with their reproductive systems like Fae women. Thank you, next. 

3) Rhys has unprotected sex with Feyre in her Illyrian form when she conceives, even though he knows full well having a winged baby would kill her. He does it anyway, for shits and giggles apparently. They probably have sex in the sky above Velaris, for all we know. 

4) The baby has wings. Now, the whole explanation with Illyrian wings being bony (bc they resemble bat wings) and Seraphin ones being more flexible (bc they resemble bird ones) is so insanely stupid that it takes around 3 seconds to wikipedia this shit and find out it’s exactly the opposite. But okay, the baby has wings and Feyre will die while giving birth, along with the baby. Madja forbids Feyre from turning into an Illyrian to carry the pregnancy because it MIGHT hurt the baby. Now, remember, Feyre conceived while in Illyrian form and then turned into High Fae. The baby survived it just fine. The baby MIGHT be hurt by Feyre turning .... but it will FOR SURE die if she stays High Fae and Feyre will too. Idk about you, but I would take the risk of MIGHT instead of FOR SURE. Especially when she is already in labour and dying. Cauldron or Nesta or idk who alters Feyre’s pelvis after the baby is cut out of her for no apparent reason but to allow feysand to make exactly the same mistakes later on. How convinient. And Nesta also alters her own pelvis bc god forbid she won’t be able give Cassian babies like the little useful mate she is now. She should’ve probably done it with Elain too, just in case she decides to fuck Az in the future, because fuck consequences and fuck the stakes in the story that make the readers actually CARE about characters bc they know the author may actually kill them and not save their life every fucking time.  

5) I don’t even want to comment on the fact Rhys hid the true danger of this pregnancy for Feyre and their family went along with it. It is absolutely disgusting. And Nesta telling her and that being condemned as the act of the ultimate cruelty which is a final straw to break her self-loathing back.... is abhorrent. It made my sick, actually, phisically sick. There is no justification for it. No at all. And the fact that they did not even consider abortion sends a message that I really don’t want to think too much about it. Feyre was 2 months along when they learned the baby is winged. 2 months. 8 weeks. It wasn’t a baby yet, let’s be honest. They could’ve at least discussed it. She - oh my god, I cannot believe SJM wrote it this way, I’m gonna be sick. 

6) For the entirety of Feyre’s pregnancy, they have no plan to really help her. Labour plan? Haven’t heard if it.  They have money and power and access to the healers of the whole land. And did not figure out how to stop her from bleeding out after a fucking C-section. THIS WORLD HAS MAGIC AND THEY COULDN’T STOP HER FROM BLEEDING OUT AFTER A FUCKING C-SECTION. Didn’t even ask Thesan, the High Lord of Healing, to be present. Cassian had guts hanging out of his stomach and survived. Az was fucking slashed apart in Hybern and survived. But yeah, Feyre was on a brink of death after a C-section. Great, Sarah. Keep it up. Let’s force the thought into young girls’ heads that labour is the most lethal thing ever, why not. 

7) Also, for the entirety of Feyre’s pregnancy, Rhys keeps quiet about this idiotic bargain. He, as far as we know, doesn’t make any plans for the moment when him and Feyre and possibly their baby are dead. If they died and baby survived.. who would take care of it? Does Rhys have a conversation with his family about it? NAH. Doesn’t write any sort of plan how to keep the Court going, doesn’t inform even the closest of his co-workers how they should proceed to act after he’s gone and his and Feyre’s power go to god-knows-who. Their deaths would mean a sure chaos for the weakend and fragile Prythian and the Night Court especially and yet nor Rhys nor Feyre make any sort of preparations for it. Rhys doesn’t tell his brothers or Mor or HIS SECOND IN COMMAND they will all soon have to somehow manage without him. He was about to just leave them to their own devices and told them in the last. possible. moment. 

And this man - this man is, according to Amren, the best candidate to handle the whole country? To unite it? This fool who makes idiotic bargains, who thinks first about his cock and his own selfish desires and considers his subjects and his responsibilities as a High Lord last and least important of all? Who has so much trust in his wife, in his High Lady, the mother of his son that he doesn’t tell her she will almost surely die on a birthing bed because it MAY UPSET HER? 

This plotline was the straw that broke my back. ACOTAR, at it’s heart has always been a ya fantasy with added ‘spice’ and I was willing to bend my critical-thinking skills in many cases and forget and forgive many smaller idiotic issues in this series. But this? It is not idiotic. It is massive and stupid to the point when it becomes insulting to the reader. It was a plot straight out of a bad fanfic, not something that should be in a published book written by someone who writes for a living. You could even argue that Twilight has handled this toxic trope better.  I have wasted my money on this book and thinking about it will always be painful for me. So yeah.

ACOSF could be great. Ended up quite pathetic. 

[yanderecandystore]

hellu, can I request how would Delinquents, teachers, and bullies react to female reader pepper-sprayed the twins for self-defense when they try to beat up reader?

Hello, it's been a while, I'm sorry it took so long- I've been dealing with a lot of school assignments and I can't lie that I have frequent breakdowns over this-

I'll try and upload the requests that I already have and see if I should open up for requests again, or leave it be closed until the waves of work I need to do gets less overwhelming.

I hope y'all are doing great, stay safe everyone.

I'll make this a very short scenario boo.

TW: this is basically a civil war at this point- // for each pair, I'll add a different context (since technically the delinquents aren't from the same institution as the bullies) // female reader // bullying // self defense // anxiety // bullying (verbal and physical) // mentions of stalker behavior and brief mentions of distrust and paranoia

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Triple Spice combo [Yandere!Teachers / Yandere!Delinquents / Yandere!Bullies x F!Reader - Scenario]:

🎇Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

So I'll explain what will happen- This is basically a post with three different timelines, each one based on each character type you're more interested in (example: you want some sour delinquents? You can follow the delinquent timeline and see how they react). Each follows almost similar circumstances, but still a bit differently to be able to fit for each individual timeline.

Come with me boo cause this one is long!

🎆: 🍒Bully's Timeline🍭

You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Unfortunately for you, they seem to be heading to the same location as you, apparently they also studied there- Although it should have been quite obvious. You're not the type to confront people physically, and you don't really feel like capable of fighting people of on your own, but because with their constant presence in your life you started to feel the need to get yourself prepared for what was going to come- Especially since you didn't feel like you could count on anyone.

You bought pepper spray in hopes of being able to stop your tormentors from continuing with their sick game.

That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.

✳️🍒Bullies🍭:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

It was so fast and so painful that she couldn't even understand what just happened- Like- How dare you?! How fucking dare you?!! You think this is funny? This wasn't supposed to happen at all!

"- AAAAH!- what?- OH MY GOD-" Alexandra wasn't able to even finish her sentence, the pain was too much for her to handle. As she dropped to the ground trying to clean her eyes out, she couldn't help but feel confused as to what had even happened.

How could you do something so cruel to her?? Yes, she followed you, bullied you, made rumours about you, pulled your hair a couple of times and maybe she did throw insults towards you- But she didn't try to blind you!!

The worst part isn't even the humiliation she is going through, it's the fact you thought you would be able to pull a stunt like this and go away without any scars- She is so, absolutely livid by your stupidity.

Alexandra knows you must be liking this- And you know what? Enjoy your last free moments cause she will make sure you'll pay for it. She'll make sure to have a proper revenge under her sleeve, a proper punishment for harming someone like her in public.

Darling, darling, I hope you start looking behind your back from now on, never know what could happen when the person who is obsessed with you is just as insanely pissed off as they're madly in love with you.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

It was so fast and so painful that he couldn't even understand what just happened- Like- How dare you?! How fucking dare you?!! You think this is funny? This wasn't supposed to happen at all!

"- What- Oh my God I'm DYING!-" Adrien would be a lot more dramatic about it, even if he can articulate in great detail how much it hurts. In his panicked state, he started trying to wipe the substance with his sleeves- Which only helped to spread it more.

How fucking dare you not only hurt his precious eyes but also humiliate him on public like this?! What has gotten into you?? Yeah- I guess he did say hurtful stuff, followed you around to torment you, did throw stuff at you- But ya know- He didn't try to take your eyeballs out!?? Now that he thinks about it, he probably should have.

Adrien has a very weird view on your "relationship"- He thinks you're above him and so he must push you down, he loves you but being gentle with you will leave you to pull this kind of shit.

You're probably laughing to yourself now, the man is temporarily blind and you are laughing at him, you're somehow worse than he thought.

Still, he'll make you pay for it, don't worry about it dearest- You're fucked regardless. You tried to stand against him and now sadly he'll have to put you in your place again. Don't worry, it won't be so early- He still needs to prepare his plan.

Darling, darling, I hope you start looking behind your back from now on, never know what could happen when the person who is obsessed with you is just as insanely pissed off as they're madly in love with you.

🎆: 🍎Teacher's Timeline📕

You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Unfortunately for you, they seem to be heading to the same location as you, apparently they also studied there- Although it should have been quite obvious. You're not the type to get physical when it comes to defending yourself, but you felt that you still needed to do something about it- You talked with the only person you could trust in this moment, since they were your mentor and you needed some guidance from someone that could potentially help you solve this out.

Their idea was to be able to personally see the harassment happening so they could have visual proof of who is doing what to you, hopefully being able to expel the ones causing you harm.

They personally gave you pepper spray in hopes that if they aren't near you to help you, you can at least defend yourself in some way.

That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.

✳️🍎Teachers📕:

→ Matthew Robinson:

Although you thought to be in a situation where no one would be able to help you- Causing you to use your only item of self-defense- That couldn't have been further from the truth, as Matthew has made sure to pay close attention to you after you came by and ask for his guidance. It was a call for help and he would have been a horrible mentor to not make sure you'll follow his instructions, and it seemed like you did perfectly fine.

He got to be present to not only see the ones causing you harm, but also to see how well you're able to take care of yourself. He was going to intervene as soon as he saw them come closer, but you managed to stop them all by yourself- Honestly he is very proud of you for being able to stand your ground.

Since Matthew was able to see them starting the aggression just like many other witness surrounding the scene, he felt like he had an argument strong enough to be able to properly punish your bullies- Of course he is aware that the Coldwells have a reputation for getting staff members fired for trying to reprimanding them, but honestly he has been inside this place long enough already.

Getting fired isn't his problem, his problem is not being able to give them what they deserve for frightening you, and even worse than that: He needed to make sure you would stay safe in and out of college- You came to him saying they were following you outside of your classes, so of course he'll be worried for your safety.

After expelling the Coldwells, Matthew will just need to find a way of keeping you safe and under his surveillance, you may need more guidance after all, and it would be extremely worrying to not have you by his side. He just needs to plan out a better schedule for you two, one where he can be more present in your life after you're done with your classes.

I wonder what plan comes to his mind.

→ Madeline Allen:

Although you thought to be in a situation where no one would be able to help you- Causing you to use your only item of self-defense- That couldn't have been further from the truth, as Madeline has made sure to pay close attention to you after you came by and ask for her guidance. Madeline has been following you while you walked through the school's halls as she recorded every interaction you had with any of the other students. After you called her for help she entered full protection mode, she was set on getting your tormentors expelled.

However, Madeline hasn't been inside the institution to be able to earn the trust of the other teachers, or even the principal themselves- She needed some evidence and better witness testimony than those from students who were terrified of getting in trouble with the bullies around this place. You could say she had a guess as to who could be causing you trouble but she wouldn't be allowed to take action unless she could prove their identity and involvement in bullying you.

She gave you the pepper spray hoping you would feel less worried, to feel calmer in knowing you had not only something that you could use against them but also to symbolize how she would be there for you if you needed. Seeing you using it for the first time as you spray in the eyes of the culprits made her realize that she was in fact correct. Of course it's them, right?

If there is something wrong happening in Amaryllis, you can almost always pin it for being the Coldwell's fault. Bullying it's probably the least surprising thing this little demons have been accused of- Still, their rein over this institution and your worried little mind ends today, she doesn't care if she lost her job or if they try ruining her life by blackmailing her and such-

They can try but she is pretty sure they won't have any luck finding her, what can I say, she is good at burning evidence. What worries her though it's what will happen to you if they ever try to take their frustrations out on you again. She can't allow that to happen, you'll end up getting hurt and she'll feel awful if it was because of her interference in the case.

You need her help after all, right? You did come to her asking for guidance, and clearly you know nothing about physical self-defense- You clearly need someone to take care of you dearest. She needs to plan this out carefully, not only so the twins aren't allowed in school's grounds but to hopefully be able to guide you even if she is not your teacher anymore. But how could she have you near her everyday after classes?

I wonder what plan comes to her mind.

🎆: 🍋Delinquent's Timeline🐍

You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Fortunately for you, they didn't seem to go the same college as you did- Yet what you should have known was that nothing in life could have been so simple, you would still see them again over and over again after that incident. You started to feel anxious knowing that they were probably stalking you to know exactly when and where to find you, and since you already have to deal with going to a horrible institution and fearing for your own safety everyday.

You bought pepper spray so you could defend yourself not only from your stalkers but also from any possible classmate that could end up trying something weird with you.

That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.

✳️🍋Delinquents🐍:

→ Jackson Macnee:

He doubts you noticed that he was there when that happened, he doubts that you even care if he is staring at you at all- He always thought you were probably too scared of him to even tell him to stop, most people aren't scared of his appearance but are at least aware of his title, so they at least respect the path he walks. He is already used to this.

But let me tell you, to see the Coldwells come so near his territory seemed pretty interesting at first- Until he discovered why they were dumb enough to come here. He didn't know you were being bullied, let alone by these brats- He did notice you had changed your behavior recently, although he didn't pay any attention to it because he thought you were just getting accustomed with the way things work around Saint's Bernard hellhole of a place.

He was hoping that maybe you were just having issues with settling in- It is a rough place after all, and although he wishes deep down to be able to help you feel stronger he still feels like he shouldn't make you do something you don't want to. If you wished to talk to him, you should just go straight to him (even if he is aware of how terrifying that could be).

However, Jack was so far from the truth. His assumptions were confirmed fake after he saw the twins Coldwell treat you like he treated him- It was unbearable to watch, it was like he was seeing his past collide with his present self, you were reminding him of all the things he hated about himself, while also bringing his blood to boil in a desperate need to help you out. Yet he didn't need to do anything about it, you managed to defend yourself on your own.

It wasn't as rewarding to watch as he wanted it to be, but you sure did crack their ego pretty badly- He shouldn't have doubted you, after all he has been stalking you for so long, he should have known what you were capable of doing. Still, he doesn't trust the Coldwells enough to just let them run away like that, they would probably come back soon.

In the meantime, this should be a good excuse to get to talk with you, right? You clearly need some actual training, some flimsy pepper spray bottle isn't going to stop them from coming back. I hope you're ready to be trained by a lovesick delinquent, he won't be soft until he knows you can stand on your own.

→ Jannette Sartorius

She doubts you noticed that she was there when that happened, she doubts that you even care if she is staring at you at all- She always thought you were probably too scared of her to even tell her to stop, most people are scared of her. She is trying to get used to it.

Janette thinks she has every reason to observe you from afar, you're beautiful and you seem too precious to be in a place as horrible as this one, it must suck a lot for you to be somewhere like this-Seeing people like her.

She considered calling you to join her gang, but she is sure that you'll probably deny the offer- Physical confrontation was never your thing right? She can respect that.

Although you don't talk with her, or even interact with the other students at all, she did notice you were acting a bit more- Reclusive these days. Something was wrong, and sadly she would have to find out about it way too late.

Janette didn't know the twins personally, she knew they were rich and famous but- Yeah, she didn't really care about knowing anything about them, they're just some pretty faces amongst the others in the fashion industry. She does envy them a little bit, but tries to avoid anything relating to them since she feels self-conscious looking at their pictures. Now she has a new reason to hate their porcelain faces, they were stalking you.

They were stalking you and taunting you, and if you didn't do anything to stop them she would have already jumped in. They were alone, and honestly she doubts they have any idea of how to go one on one with someone- There is no way these brats have any experience in fighting, right?

Well, she didn't get to know that since they ran away after you sprayed their faces with pepper spray, clever girl.

She knows this is probably not the end of this, they did threaten to come back and hurt you for defending yourself. But you know- She doesn't plan on letting that happen, not again. Consider yourself lucky cause now you just got a new best friend who I set on protecting you.

Is there something wrong with that? Aren't you happy with being her friend? Well, you could just go to "girlfriends" if that's what you want- She wouldn't mind it at all.

Janette prefers to take care of you without you having to watch her beat someone's ass- But she could teach you a few things if you wished to, hey, spending time with someone so cool it's always nice, so of course she'll take every chance she can to spend as much time with you as possible.

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[tg-headcanons]

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BESTIE!! Honestly you are a credit to this fandom. For the alphabet may I please have 💕Urie💕 pretty please and thank you! Could it be female reader please? Or if you prefer GN. TYSM!

In the words of the greatest poet of our time: ✨come on fuck me emo boy✨

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he’s not very big into aftercare, and he’d need to be told to do it since he doesn’t get that his partner might be uncomfortable moving on right after it’s over. Even if he bottomed and obviously got a little hurt, he’s going to try to get clean and dressed. Though since the quinx surgery, he gets a little depressed after leaving right after sex. He obviously doesn’t know that ghouls really need cuddles after that to avoid a drop, so he probably won’t figure out that he needs aftercare until his partner makes him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he likes his biceps, he’s worked on them quite a lot and will check them out in the mirror if no one is looking. On his partner, it’s abs. He just likes the way a good set of abs looks, that’s understandable

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): he’s a bit of a clean freak and doesn’t like dealing with cum. He wears condoms and if his partner is a Penis Owner he won’t do anything until they do as well

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): When he was a horny 16 year old with even worse judgement then he has now, he looked up porn on the computer provided to him by the academy, panicked when he realized the server would remember this, and scrambled to delete any evidence. Just to be safe, he downloaded some software that said it would clear this search history from any attached engine, and he ended up giving the whole school a virus. To this day he’s never told anyone that he was the reason for that massive crash because he doesn’t want to explain why

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): You wouldn’t expect it, but he’s a virgin. He never cared to seek a relationship since he had better things to do, and he doesn’t like the idea of a random hook up because the thought of catching an std or just dealing with a body that isn’t perfectly clean grosses him out

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): if he’s topping, butterfly. If he’s bottoming, cowboy. He always wants to be in control, and it takes a great deal of coaxing for his partner to ever be physically on top of him

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): he’s very serious. Never joking as he’s too deep in focusing on his sensations and performance

H = Heat (what are heats like for them? How do they handle it?): since he’s a quinx and not a half ghoul, his heats are extremely mild in comparison, so it’s just fever, muscle fatigue, slight brain fog, and of course the horny. He tries to go about his routine like normal but is ordered to rest because Bro You Have A Fever and in addition to the symptoms, he’s pissed at being stuck in the house and is very repressed. He’s angry at his superiors, he’s uneasy from the interrupted routine, he’s worried since he doesn’t know what this is and he’s frustrated because his dick isn’t going down. He ends up taking a lot of cold showers, and takes care of it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he’s not very intimate on the outside. He goes about sex like it’s a competition, trying to show that he’s good at it, that he can make his partner feel good easily, and he can get his pleasure from his work. Though with all the harsh motions, he can find himself with odd emotions cropping up. He always thought of himself as being above getting attached, but when he fucks he does feel affectionate, just struggles to show it

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): he tends to get hard after workouts. Something about blood flow from what he’s read online, and it doesn’t look like there’s antidote or anything so he just has to deal with it. He does it in the shower after his workouts, leaning against the wall

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): hair pulling. Not much to elaborate on, whether he’s doing it to his partner or they’re doing it to him, it adds some spice

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): Shower. He doesn’t like feeling dirty, and sex can be sticky and sweaty, so doing it in the water let’s him alleviate the worry of filth and focus on his partner

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): sparring. Something about fighting someone with his bare hands is exhilarating. It’s primal and raw, and seeing an opponent really using that muscle and speed makes him appreciate their body even more. Makes him want to pin them down and continue fighting for dominance in place of foreplay

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Degradation. He can take aggressive teasing, curses and insults, but if they say anything that suggests he’s inadequate, disappointing, or a failure in some way, it gets to be too much for him. Normally he’d hate to hear it but be able to get past it, but he can’t take that while so exposed and vulnerable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he prefers to receive. He gets a little grossed out by having someone’s genitals in his mouth even if they’re using protection unless they’ve just bathed

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): he’s fast. He seems to think he has something to prove, and prioritizes looking like he knows what he’s doing over… actually knowing what he’s doing. He’ll start off immediately rough, and won’t slow down unless he’s firmly told to. If he’s riding he’ll rush into it and keep going even if he clearly isn’t prepped enough, he’s too eager to feel good that he tries not to show that he’s in pain and his partner would probably have to make him stop before he hurts himself badly. The guy’s a bit overexcited when he gets down to it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): they’re not his thing. There isn’t enough time to be sure he and his partner are clean or shower when it’s done, he might not have condoms on him, there’s a lot of planning that goes into sex that he can’t account for in a short time. Unless he and his partner have thoroughly talked out what would need to be in place for him to be comfortable with it, he won’t do them

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): he’s down to try new kinks so long as he sets firm boundaries for them, but doing anything at work is a firm No

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): one or two rounds, but he can go hard for a long time. He can keep a brutal pace for way longer than most can

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he has none, but wouldn’t shy away from getting some of his partner wanted to incorporate them into their sex lives. He would be nervous if they wanted to use one on him that’s bigger than what he’s used to taking, but wouldn’t let them see his unease and let them go ahead with it. The only thing he won’t let a partner use on him is vibrators, he doesn’t like the way quick vibrations feel on his hands when operating machinery, let alone anywhere near his dick

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he doesn’t like teasing. He wants to get right into the act

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he’s very quiet, heavy breaths, shuddering exhales, and a low moan when he comes is all you’ll get from him

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he had no idea how sensitive the soft underside of a koukaku is until Ginshi grabbed him by it to pull him out of the way of an attack. Before he knew what he was doing he let out a quavering gasp, then pretended that he doesn’t know what Ginshi was talking about when he asked what the hell that was. When he got home that night, he tried touching it again, and since then he often strokes it when jerking off. He got past the weirdness of it after awhile and it became routine

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): 5.5-6 inches, and very girthy

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): not that high. He’s content to fuck once or twice a week, but can go for more if his partner wants

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he’s not tired when it’s over, it wakes him up more than anything

[jennycalendar]

okay i watched that scene at the end of the dark age in full and it is making me wanna bash my head against a wall a little holy shit because the intended implications WITHIN the episode become something SO different when taking into account the entirety of jenny’s trajectory in the narrative! like, there’s what the writers were clearly trying to convey WHEN the episode was written, and there’s what the episode DOES convey about jenny as a part of her story. 

because within the context of the episode, the end leaves things between giles and jenny very resolutely Finished. giles comments that “i don’t think she’ll ever really forgive me,” and there’s nothing in jenny’s mannerisms that disabuse the viewers of that notion: she physically recoils from his touch and from any promise of future intimacy between the two of them. the takeaway is very clearly intended to be that jenny wants nothing to do with giles Ever Again -- that this is a horrible and heartbreaking tragedy for both parties where no one is to blame, and that jenny and giles’s paths have diverged irrevocably. it’s an excellent moment and it stands on its own very well.

but the thing is, jenny does get back together with giles after like TWO WEEKS! which of course can be chalked up to how the writers literally never thought about her beyond “what can we make her do that will add some spice to giles’s storyline,” but it’s also like ... that just does not mesh with the attempted depiction of a traumatized woman who needs her space. the first scene in ted, sure, where she’s very awkwardly making it clear that she cares about him but that she’s still pretty fucked up about eyghon, but EVERYTHING following it DOES NOT CLOCK if we’re supposed to read jenny as pulling away from giles because she needs her space to heal. like, jenny is a woman of intense and stubborn convictions, and she was absolutely in the right to tell giles to leave her alone! if she was genuinely serious about not wanting to be around him, she would NEVER have followed up with him at the cemetery.

so then because of that, there’s this really insane implication in the dark age that CLEARLY isn’t intended to be there! because if jenny’s pulling away from giles entirely after an intensely traumatic event but is somehow also still very very devoted to making things right with him -- enough to put her own recovery on hold when she feels that she’s injured him -- then she is full-on SERIOUS about a relationship that up until that point had been portrayed as very casually flirty on her part. that’s a discombobulating realization to have, and one that completely explains the dissonance between the dark age and ted, ESPECIALLY if her full background is accounted for -- this was supposed to be a very non-serious distraction, and now it’s serious, and in a moment of intense trauma and fear she turned IMMEDIATELY and INSTINCTIVELY towards him for comfort. 

in the latter half of the season, jenny is depicted as a very guarded and secretive person who genuinely tried to neatly separate her familial obligations and the connection she’d forged with giles. it would make SO MUCH SENSE for that person to pull immediately away from a genuine connection with someone, especially if it’s someone she was dating as a superficial attempt to distract herself from the mundane isolation of her own supernatural responsibilities! but in the episode itself, it’s very very clearly presented as “jenny’s traumatized and doesn’t want anything to do with giles anymore,” because the narrative just literally cannot conceptualize the idea of jenny having interiority and depth until passion (and then at that point it’s really just to make giles’s story more tragic). and that dissonance between jenny as she exists episode-to-episode and jenny as she exists within the narrative and with her backstory in mind makes me fully and completely insane.

it’s just like .... often i DON’T watch early jenny episodes with her backstory in mind, because it’s very very clear that there was no intentional work done there to create the character she eventually becomes. and i feel like that’s really the sane way TO consume any kind of fiction -- looking at the character as they’re presented in the moment, because a good piece of fiction is writing a character with a pre-planned arc from the beginning -- which in turn means that it’s very very easy to miss weirdness like this, because if you’re watching the dark age and you’re not staring at jenny you really only pick up on what the episode is saying about her. but the retconned backstory and the fact that she is there with an agenda adds this insane layer to literally every interaction she has with giles! she’s presented as this very casual and breezy computer science teacher who’s dating giles mostly for the lolz and because she thinks he’s hot, and the dark age implies that when faced with the reality of what he has to deal with on a daily basis, she cannot handle it and opts out.

thing is, though, her backstory is that she is someone who has been working since angel’s arrival in sunnydale to carry out a mission of vengeance for her family, and that she believes angel to be capable of change. that’s not someone who can just “opt out” of the more serious supernatural aspects of giles’s life -- that’s someone who understands shit like eyghon INTIMATELY and might actually easily empathize with the concept of your past hanging around like a shadow. that’s someone who looks at giles and has the capacity to UNDERSTAND what it is like to be a cog in the machine. her sympathy for him and her attraction to him is presented in the narrative as somewhat casual and superficial, especially in the early seasons -- but if her backstory is allowed to be a part of their early-season relationship, it becomes this story about a woman who is constantly holding her truest self at a distance, because she is afraid. 

but the early seasons don’t HAVE that context, so they’re intentionally telling a story about a cute little relationship that giles is having with a techno-witchy lady -- something that is an escape from his fucked up supernatural responsibilities and is just refreshingly normal. something that is heartbreaking in the dark age, because this normal thing that he’s had is finally and inevitably crumbling to bits. and that is so drastically different from what jenny becomes when this added context comes to light.

[clocks-are-round]

Tucker for the ask meme?

Finally got around to finishing this!

Why I like them: I like that he’s complex. uh *checks notes* that’s it, i think. He had some funny lines in BGC. Nothing else specific is really coming to mind. Alright it’s the next day I’m back— with nothing more to add. I love all these canyon dumbasses I’m just bad at verbalizing those feelings

Why I don’t: I HATED Tucker in the early seasons. Hated him. So much. I don’t feel as strongly about him in season 16 as I know a lot of people do (I’m more frustrated by some writing choices regarding tonal whiplash), but they could’ve done better. Season 18 though… Tucker did not exist in season 18. In fact, there is no season 18. Full stop.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): The one where he was aware of Wyoming’s time looping was pretty cool.

Favorite season/movie: I think he had some good stuff going on in the chorus trilogy. It’s been a bit though. Specifics are fuzzy. I need to rewatch.

Favorite line: “For the record, I want you to know: rocks aren’t people.”

Favorite outfit: Maybe Halo 2? Looks nice. For out of armor clothes in fanart, I think sweatpants really suit him.

OTP: I don’t really have a Tucker otp but Tuckington is pretty cute. I’m a hardcore grimmons fan but Tucker & Simmons is one I think I’d be interested in seeing. Like, just to see how someone would write that. My only noTP is sucker. Pre-season 16 is fine, but otherwise it feels like “no doesn’t actually mean no it just means she’s playing hard to get” which is uncomfy vibes.

Brotp: Tucker and Kai’s dynamic is so fun. Gotta love your friend who you go back and forth giving each other shit but when it comes down to it you care about each other and you both know it. That’s the vibes. Also Kai as Tucker’s wingman > Kai dating Tucker imo. I’d love to see more of Tucker interacting with the reds, because his dynamics with Church, Caboose, and Wash are beautiful but while those are can’t-go-wrong classics, variety is the spice of life.

Head Canon: Personally I write Tucker as straight. I’m not opposed to other headcanons, but for a few reasons I decided to make him the token straight guy. I HC that they were exaggerating the number of Tucker’s Chorus kids but it’s still A LOT.

Unpopular opinion: I can see where people are coming from about season 16 Tucker, but… Also I’m okay with it. Yeah, he learned to be a leader on Chorus, but season 16 wasn’t about lack of knowing how to be a leader. It was about tackling those negative things baked into his brain and not just setting them aside temporarily but staring them down and acknowledging it was a big-ass problem. It’s HARD to change coping mechanisms and habits of any kind. I’ve toned down my self-deprecating humor in the past couple years, but it was a thing I did for most of my life. Change is hard. And you often don’t realize there’s an issue until it’s pointed out. I’m not excusing his past behavior like “oh yeah, totally okay to be misogynistic and objectify women!” no. Absolutely not. But people are allowed to change and grow. But again, let’s have him be past that now. Or at least catching himself and apologizing if he slips up.

A wish: season 18 never happened because it doesn’t exist and Tucker still has his sword. I don’t want him to become some mentor or whatever the fuck i jusT wanT hiM tO havE hiS GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SWORD. He knows how to handle his own sword best after all. bow chicka wow wow.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Thankfully this didn’t happen because NOTHING EXISTS AFTER SEASON 17, but no more character regression. You acknowledged the misogyny so stoppit. You’re done with that now. Also, never stop portraying him as a caring dad. You KNOW even if he felt intimidated at first he’d come around and at least visit his Chorus kids fairly regularly.

5 words to best describe them: Insecure, caring, overwhelmed, playful, peacocking

My nickname for them: My current tag for him is //dr fuck but that will change at some point ‘cause I’m not a huge fan of it

[livvynka]

The Vacation (Kamilah & Amy) - Part 2

Warning: SMUT. I’m not native english speaker, feel free to correct me (i would be actually glad).

1100 + words

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Last part:

Amy:

“And I was always thrilled to make out on airplane… I think I need help with something in toilet… Care to join?”

Amy smirk at Kamilah and slide her hand to Kamilah side. Kamilah raise an eyebrow. Kamilah eyes flash in red for second.

Kamilah:

“Lead the way.”

Amy stand up and pull Kamilah by hand. Amy look in every direction so noone cant see them when they enter the toilet. Kamilah turn to door and lock them.

Amy push Kamilah against the door. Amy’s hand wondering at Kamilah belly.

Kamilah:

“Hmm, my dirty, dirty girl.”

Kamilah tries to escape, but Amy hold her hand above her head.

Amy:

“Shh… This trip is about making you feel good. Starting…”

Amy unbutton Kamilah’s pants and slightly touch her abdomen. Kamilah gasp, lean her forehead to cold material of the door. Try to gain some self-control... Amy turn Kamilah around, so she can face her and kiss her hungrily. By one hand still holding Kamilahs hands above her head and with other…

..

..

..

With other hand squeezing Kamilah’s side. Amy move to Kamilah’s jaw line, continues to Kamilah’s earlobe and bite hard. Kamilah arch to Amy with the growl.

Kamilag:

“When i take my hands to you, you will ... - aaah”¨

Amy tease Kamilah’s center thru her pants, lightly and yet it drives Kamilah crazy.

Amy:

“I very much hope so. But now...”

Amy pulls Kamilah out of her pants and underwear, throw her blazer to ground and rip her shirt in half. Than trace her nails over new revealed skin.

Kamilah shudder and her eyes change to crimson red. And said with shaky voice.

Kamilah:

“Amy just fuck me, I can���t handle this anymore.”

Amy:

“Alright my love”

Amy sink to here knees, pul Kamilah’s legs apart, let one of Kamilah’s leg relax on her shoulder. Then she start workship Kamilah. She suck her, lick her... Circling around Kamilah’s clitoris. With her hand squeezing her butt, another hand press on Kamilah’s stomach to hold her still.

Kamilah moan loudly, Amy stop and look at Kamilah directly.

Amy: “

You need to be quiet, in other way they ban us for next flights.”

Kamilah:

“We’ll see who’s gonna be .. - jeez -us --ss”

Amy enters two finger inside Kamilah and move her mouth to Kamilah’s vulva again. Teasing one of her nipple.

Kamilah start to tremble uncontrollably, pant heavily. Hands on Amy’s shoulders. Hold her firmly, she will leave bruises for sure...

Than Kamilah explode, two times in row... Throw here head back and bite her tongue. Amy uprise and kiss Kamilah. She whispers.

Amy:

“I love you soo much.”

When Kamilah catch here breath again she grabs Amy and lift her to the near sink. Amy let out a surprise moan and pull Kamilah to close the distance, legs tangled by her sides. Kamilah smirk on that move. She doesn’t hesitate and undress Amy completely. Kissing the path of nude skin of Amy’s. Amy grab her by chin and connect their mouth again. Kamilah smile into the kiss and than suck Amy’s bottom lip.

Kamilah: “

So horny and demanding...”

She’s merciful and give Amy what she wants. She slide her two fingers inside Amy. Amy roll her eyes when pleasure begins be hard to take. Kamilah fasten the pace a lick Amy’s nipple. With other hand teasing her clitoris. Amy start to shake and let out moan. 

Kamilah:

“What were you saying about not being loud?

”

She smirk at her wife. It was her lullaby. Watching Amy’s body shaking with the climax coming, hear her moans, when Amy says her name. It thrills her.

She pumps in Amy with unnatural speed. Amy cursed and bite into Kamilah neck with her fang fully out. She feed from Kamilah, but she does not care. She would give her anything.

Kamilah add the third finger when she feels Amy’s gonna fell of the edge any second.

Kamilah:

“Let go my Queen.”

Kamilah’s soft voice was the last string. Amy’s vision went blur and she shout hers wife name.

Amy: “Ka- Kamilah!”

Amy fell in Kamilah’s arms and giggle.

Amy:

“You are going to be dead of me. I love you more btw.”

Kamilah gives Amy sweet kiss and help her wife get dressed again. They go back to their seats.

Kamilah:

“That was something else. I need to say I start liking to fly in economy class.”

Amy:

“I wonder the reason behind it...”

She smiles at Kamilah teasingly.

Kamilah:

“You are right, we need this. And I do everything in my power so we enjoy this time. I want you to show you some places in Prague too. Maybe we can even extend our vacation.”

Amy:

“That would be perfect, I don’t really care where we go, I just want to be with you.”

Kamilah tangle their fingers and lean against Amy’s shoulder. Amy pets her head gently.

Amy:

“Maybe not everywhere. I don’t like Japan or ´Island of Death´.”

Kamilah chuckle.

Kamilah:

“Nor Japan or ´Island of death´ stop me to try to make you happy every second of our life.”

Amy: “

You know I will do everything in my power to make you happy too? You are the dearest person to me, and I’m nothing without you.”

Kamilah:

“For me you are everything...”

They both fall asleep when one of the fly attendant come and wake up Amy.

Fly attendant:

“Miss, pardon me, for waking you up, would you like to eat something? Here is the menu, we have some Czech and American possibilities for food. We will come in few minutes to take your order.”

Amy:

“Thank you, we will let you know.”

Amy:

“Kami, baby. Wake up.”

Amy kiss Kamilah’s nose and brush her fingers across her cheeks. Kamilah open her eyes slowly.

Kamilah:

“What's the matter? I was enjoying my sleep.”

Amy:

“We can try our first Czech food together, look.”

She handle the menu to Kamilah. Kamilah still leaning against Amy. Kamilah looks at the menu with reluctance

Kamilah:

“Do we need to eat this? We can eat when we land.”

Amy stomach rumbles. Kamilah sigh.

Kamilah :

”Alright let's have. Ermm. What is this? Ghulagshdsad soap”

Amy chuckle. And say with humor in her voice.

Amy:

“It’s now actually not bad food. And you can pronounce it ´Goo - laash´. Well, with consideration we are on airplane and the food in economy class is far away matching the real Goulash from country local restaurant...”

Kamilah:

“Fine, let’s have it.”

Soon, after they order it with Czech beer, Goulash arrive. Kamilah look at the soap with caution.

Amy:

“Do not worry. It’s stew of meat, almost everytime from beef or veal and vegetables, flavoured with paprika spice. Try it.”

Amy practically shove the spoon in Kamilah mouth. Kamilah eyebrow quirk and she look at her wife with annoyance. She let Amy feed her. She eventually like the ´Ghoulash´ food or whatever is that.

Kamilah:

“It’s spicy but acceptable.”

She took a spoon from Amy and eat almost whole bowl. Amy rise a eyebrow at her and giggle.

Amy:

“So its ´acceptable´ you say. Let me buy you real Ghoulash when we are in center.”

Kamilah with full mouth.

Kamilah:

“Uhm, yes please.”

After another 7 hours airplane land in Prague. It was night already. Amy hide yawn behind her hand.

Amy:

“Hmm, let’s get to our apartment to freshen up, and we can go for short walk.”

Kamilah take Amy’s hand and kiss her forehead.

Kamilah:

“Sure my love.”

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PART 1

[androgynousblackbox]

What are your opinion of villain with "tragic backstories" ? I feel like in popular media they do a bad job that it makes me cringe even tho I personally like writing those backstories myself maybe because they feel more personal..

I think they could really help to highlight some injustices of a system that failed to provide and take care of this villain (if, let's say, they were subjected to abuse over and over again and no one did anything about it), for one, but also actually give some depth to the character themselves. Not necesarily to "justify" their actions, but give them more context, to make us understand (which ISN'T the same as "sympathize with") why they do the things they do. Hannibal, for example. I haven't seen in fandom a take like "ooh poor Hanni wouggy, he went through trauma, he deserves a little bit of cannibalism as a treat", but we still know and get why cannibalism is his thing, how he came to it and what it means for him. We might feel for Hannibal because what he went through is truly horrific, but there is still the idea that nothing he did justifies for shit what he became. My personal pet peeve is when people use "tragic backstory" as some weak lazy ass "and this is why you should love this character actually", when before revealing that they were the most easily hateable piece of shit imaginable. Like a replacement for a tolerable personality. Joe from You is the biggest offender of this and one of the reasons I cannot fucking stand that fucking show. I was already exasperated beyond belief with his misogynistic, controlling, selfish ass that very rarely gets actually called out as such or recieves any consequences from, so when they do the whole "BUT WAIT! he actually has Mommy Issues(tm) and had a bad time so that means he can't be all that bad, right?", like fuck off with that, I just noped. And mind you, a villain doesn't HAVE to be likeable at all and if they kept it at just that, he being a dick, that would be one thing, but then don't do the bullshit Trauma shit and then reward him by always winning every situation. I guess in the end depends heavily on how the character is handled inside of the story. If you have a well constructed villain or at least an interesting one, the tragic backstory could add some flavor, a little bit of spice on what is an overall good meal already. But if you treat the tragic backstory as the whole meal and things like personality as broccoli on the side, then no, thanks but no.

[frog-punches]

hey. ippo characters cooking

Ippo: solid cook! can't make anything super complicated but can make most basic dishes you can throw at him. his main specialty is fish and seafood (obvi), really likes breading and frying stuff. always fucks up somehow when he bakes. and he really really likes cooking with other people, he thinks it's really fun

Takamura: no lol. doesn't know how and doesn't have the time or interest to learn it. the most he'd do is like, eggs and bacon/ham for breakfast

Kimura: he likes baking! breads n muffins in particular. doesn't have much experience cooking(his mom usually cooks for him uwu) but can throw together something edible if need be. he likes making italian food the most

Aoki: fucking excellent. been cooking since he was very young. of course ramen is his main specialty, but he can also do desserts, pastas, curry, soups, stews, whatever. Likes to do everything homemade if he has the time.

Miyata: only sticks to the most basic of dishes. fried eggs, fried rice, pasta. maybe he likes to make himself salads but that's only if he happens to have enough shit laying around the house to make a good one. kinda wants to learn how to make better stuff but whenever he's about to cook it's like "eh. what's the point" and makes spaghetti

Sendo: Likes any dish where you just cut up a bunch of shit and throw it in a pot with some spices. Despises dishes more than he likes to cook so he sticks to dishes where you only need knife/cutting board/ pan or pot/bowl. Would absolutely rely on something like an instant pot or crock pot if he had them. definitely the type to cook his steak super rare

Mashiba: nahhhh. i think maybe he tried to learn after he started taking care of himself n his sis but it's just not his area. will handle dinner if Kumi can't cook and he doesn't feel like wasting money ordering out. just steamed or stir fried veggies + a pan cooked piece of meat (like a chicken filet) on rice and that is It. kumi handles it the vast majority of the time

Kumi: Unfortunately basically had to learn how to cook after her parents' death because ryo is Useless, see above. luckily she does enjoy cooking quite a bit. really likes oven baking meats like ribs and chicken thighs. she'd also really be into making her own stuff like jams n broth. Like ippo, very solid all around cook, but she can do more than him and is just more talented than him at it

Itagaki: pretty good! knows how to get creative with whatever he has and knows how to make ingredients last a while. he'd be really into pickkling veggies and smoking meats. really really loves fresh fruits, would probably make himself a fruit salad.

Sawamura: mmmmmMeat.. tastey. really good at making steak and porkchops. really likes making sandwiches of basically any kind; pbnj would probably be a big comfort food for him. Definitely the type to try weird food combos and end up really liking them.

Kamogawa: never adds much spice to his food. steamed fish and veggies, chicken breast with salt and pepper, basic soups etc. has kinda a sweet tooth so he'll make some brownies for himself as a lil treat sometimes

[mermaidxatxheart]

I Would

This is my (very, very late) submission for @stuckonjbbarnes‘s writing challenge. Congratulations on the milestone! You deserve all the best.

Prompt: I Would by One Direction

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 6289

Warnings: Violence, cheating, anger, swearing, character deaths

“Alexander, I’m going into town to do the shopping. Did you want me to pick up anything specific?” You ask, poking your head into your husband’s home office.

 He’s on the phone, again. Another call in the span of half an hour. Something’s gone wrong. But you’re not supposed to know. He gestures for you to wait a moment and you lean against the door frame, refusing to leave without an answer. He’ll just have to hurry up on his call. 

He speaks in a quiet tone, turned away from you. Keeping secrets. It started a year after you had been married, and for a brief time, you were left wondering if he was cheating on you already. But then you found your own distraction and it didn’t really matter what Alexander Pierce did or does in his spare time. When he’s not screwing over his oil contemporaries and rivals, and the thousands of workers he employs. 

 He hangs up the phone and turns to you with a sheepish smile that you used to find endearing. Now it just bothers you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What did you need?” He asks. 

 “I’m going into town to do the shopping.” You repeat. “I was wondering if you wanted me to get you anything specific.”

 “Oh. No, thank you. You’ll be taking Barnes, right?” He looks at you over his glasses, waiting for your answer.

 “It’s what you pay him for.” You reply, giving a wave and turning back towards the hallway. “Be back later.” You add before heading for the door that leads to the garage. 

 James Barnes is already waiting for you. He opens the back door, allowing you to step through first. His cologne swirls around you from the breeze and you murmur a quiet thank you. 

 He’s silent as he opens the back door of the car and you slide in. Your husband thinks he never speaks. He’s always quiet when he’s in the presence of Alexander. 

 But you can’t ever seem to get him to stop talking. 

 He climbs in the driver’s seat and backs out of the garage, turning the car around. “And where are we going today, Mrs. Pierce?” He asks quietly, his blue eyes darting to yours in the rearview mirror. 

 “Chinatown to start with.” You say, wondering if Alexander has your car bugged. James, Bucky rather, seems to think it’s a possibility. He always acts with the utmost professionalism when you’re in the car. 

 He has the radio playing on low as he drives. Some slow jazz song and it makes you want to dance with the burly man, wrapped in his muscular arms, safe and sound. Just like you always are with him. 

 You start to lean forward, just to be close to him, but his eyes catch you with an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

 “Don’t forget your seatbelt, ma’am. We’re about to reach city traffic.” He reminds you and you sigh, shifting back. 

 “You sound like my mother.” You mutter, clicking yourself in, if for no other reason than to restrain yourself from touching him. 

 It’s been two weeks since you’ve had any time together. Alexander has been surprising you at work by picking you up after your shifts at the bakery, no reason to sneak off with Bucky.

 “She sounds like a smart woman.” He replies and you stick your tongue out at him. 

 He winds his way through the streets, heading for the parking garage you always use, his deep voice humming along to the song. 

 You close your eyes, content to listen to him. You trust him completely. The sunlight disappears from your face and you open your eyes to see that he’s pulling into the parking garage. 

 “Here already?” You ask, pushing yourself up straighter. 

 “Yes, ma’am.” He parks the car and you wait for him to walk around and let you out. He opens your door and offers you his hand. You take it and he squeezes your hand gently as you climb out.

 Ever so subtly he brushes your cheek with his thumb. Locking the door behind you, he leads you back down to the ground level. 

 “I miss you.” You say softly, falling into step next to him.

 “I’ve missed you, too.” He replies softly. He glances down at you, his dark hair falling in his face for just a second before he straightens and looks around. He scans the crowd of shoppers, looking for potential threats. 

 You sigh quietly, pulling him into the spice shop. You make your way towards the back and he pulls you back to him for a beat. 

 “I’ve missed you.” He whispers. 

 “We should wait until we get upstairs. There are cameras.” You remind him, pushing away. 

 He lets you go but doesn’t stop talking. “I had a dream about us. You escaped your husband and we were somewhere tropical, somewhere where we could be together out in the open. No more danger for you, no looking over our shoulders.” He says, following you up the stairs to one of the apartments above. 

 “You really think that we would be able to outrun Alexander? He’d find us anywhere.” 

 “What if he couldn’t?” He backs you against the door of his apartment, leaning down towards you. You’ve missed him so much. You rise on your tiptoes and press your lips to his. The dam breaks and he inhales deeply, breathing you in, kissing you like a man half-starved. His fingers tug at your shirt and you fumble backward to grab the doorknob. 

 With a twist, you stumble back into the apartment, tearing each other’s clothes off as you make your way to the bedroom.

 ***

 Your head is resting on his chest, slowly lifting with his steady breathing. His fingers are lightly tracing your arm, content to hold you in this moment. 

 “Do you think it will work?” You ask softly. He has the most dangerous part in this plan, he’s the most at risk. And if something goes wrong, if there’s one misstep, if he gets hurt, it won’t matter anymore what Alexander does to you.

 “Yes. I know it will. He doesn’t love you, Y/N, he doesn’t even tell you he loves you. You know what kind of a man he is, you need to get away from him. He’s put you in so much danger and if something happens when I’m not there, or if I’m not quick enough, I wouldn’t be able to handle that.” He shakes his head and you know he’s right. He’s the only thing that’s kept you alive when you go out in public.

 “I know. I’m just worried about you.” You turn your face to press a kiss to his chest. “None of this matters at all if I can’t be with you at the end of it.”

 “I know.” He looks at his watch and sighs. “We should do your shopping. It’s getting late.” He guides you up, his hand soft on your back. “Christ, I love you.” He mumbles, watching you pull on your shirt.

 “I love you, too.” You tell him, squeezing his hand. “We should get going. We’ve been gone for a long time.” You say and he shifts behind you, kneeling as he wraps his arms around you. 

 “Yeah, but it’s been two weeks and I missed you desperately.” He murmurs, nuzzling into your neck.

 “I could tell.” You laugh. You pull your pants back on, tossing him his shirt.

 ***

 You kneel next to your tomato plants and search for any that are ripe. 

 “Need any help?” Bucky asks behind you. You look over your shoulder at him with a small smile. 

 “Do you know how to tell if they’re ripe?” You ask.

 “Nope. Grew up in a Brooklyn apartment. No gardens.” He shrugs. 

 You glance up to the house, fairly certain that you can’t be seen from here. “You can sit and keep me company, then.” You say, nodding to the spot next to you.

 Bucky lowers himself down and shifts the basket closer to you. 

 “Who’s on duty today for him?” You ask quietly. 

 “Sam Wilson.” He says. “He’s a good man. You’d like him.”

 “How well do you know him?” You ask. 

 “Pretty well. We were in the army together and I got him the job for Mr Pierce.” 

 “And he still considers you a friend?” You raise an eyebrow and he chuckles.

 “For now.” 

 You sit back on your knees, looking over at him. “Bucky,” you start and he shakes his head. 

 “Stop worrying. I’ve thought of every last detail. You just have to be patient.”

 “Maybe this is a bad idea. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

 “Y/N.” Bucky sighs loudly and more guilt roils through your stomach. “Pierce doesn’t love you. After you were attacked, he wasn’t there for you, I was. He didn’t hold you when you had nightmares, I did. He didn’t keep you safe, that was me. When I got assigned to protect you, you told me yourself it had been over two years since he’d even touched you. That’s not love, that’s not a marriage. He doesn’t care about you. We deserve a life together, a chance to be happy. You know I can give you what he won’t. I don’t want to have to keep sneaking around, always worried about what he’s going to do to you if he catches us. It keeps me awake at night.” He stiffens slightly. 

 “I trust you.” You say, fighting against the tears. 

 “Doll, please don’t cry. I’m not trying to hurt you. But we have to do this. 

 “I hope you’re right.” You brush off your face and lean back down to tend to your garden. 

 “Me, too.” He mumbles.

 ***

 “Ma’am? A package for you.” Sam Wilson says politely, setting the Manila envelope on the kitchen island. 

 “Thank you.” You nod, picking it up and glancing at him. “Will you stir that for a moment?” You ask, gesturing to the pot of sauce on the stove.

 “Sure.” He steps forward and you walk upstairs to your bedroom, opening the package. The contents are to your satisfaction, although you don’t exactly know what you’re looking for. But you trust Bucky. 

 You place the package in a safe place before going back downstairs to relieve Sam. “Thank you.” You say, taking the wooden spoon from him.

 “Of course. Holler if you need anything.” He smiles with a short bow and leaves the kitchen. 

 ***

 You check your wallet to make sure your card is in place before setting it in your purse.

 “Where are you going today?” Alexander asks behind you. 

 You clamp down on the flash of irritation before answering. “To find new flowers for the garden.” You pick up your keys and he takes them from you.

 “You don’t drive yourself anywhere, remember?” He says.

 “I’m going to be hours, I don’t know what I want or what I’m looking for.” You lie. “I don’t want to make your security guy come with me. Nothing is going to happen to me at a plant nursery.” You say. 

 “As I recall, that’s what you said the last time. I insisted Barnes go with you and you wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t done that.” He says, cupping your face. Your stomach turns at his touch.

 Bucky also wouldn’t have had to save you if it weren’t for your husband, but he’s clearly choosing to ignore that. 

 “Things are different now.” You say, taking your keys back.

 “Please? Do this for me?” 

 You sigh loudly. “Fine, but you owe him a bonus for making him put up with me during this. You won’t even go with me to pick out plants.” You warn, picking up your purse.

 He laughs lightly. “That’s fair.”

 You sidestep him and head down the stairs. Bucky is waiting at the bottom and you drop the keys into his outstretched hand. “You’re stuck with me.” You say, tossing a glance over your shoulder at your husband standing at the top of the stairs. 

 “Have fun.” He waves and you head for the garage. 

 Bucky has to hurry to open the door for you. “Slow down.” He whispers, frowning slightly. “We have plenty of time.”

 “Just get me out of here.” You mutter under your breath before sliding in. 

 He climbs in the driver’s side and backs out of the garage. He slips his hand backward between the seats and holds your hand . His thumb rubs over the back soothingly as he drives. It takes you longer than it should to realize that he’s not heading for your normal spot. 

 He catches your eye in the rearview mirror and gives a small wink. His very presence, away from your husband, is helping to calm you already. But it’s not enough. You need to feel his arms around you. Keeping in mind the fact that the car might be bugged, you have to come up with a reason for him to pull over. 

 “Can you pull over? I want to get a picture of that flower to see if the nursery has it.” You say, feeling a little dumb. 

 “Yes, ma’am.” He replies, pulling off the road into the protection of the trees. He parks and you climb out, walking a good distance away. He jogs after you, catching your arm and pulling you back against him.

 You wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest. He rubs your back gently. “Talk to me, doll.” He says.

 “He touched me, while taking all the credit for saving my life.” You sigh.

 His arms stiffen for a moment. “How did he manage that?”

 “Said that it was his idea for you to come with me the day of the accident and if he hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t be here.”

 “Baby, you know how he thinks. Everything is his idea. It doesn’t mean anything. We’re so close, okay? Just stick with it a little longer.”

 “I’m ready.” You say, tipping your head to look back at him. 

 “You sure?” His thumb strokes your cheek gently. 

 “Yeah.” 

 He leans in, kissing you slowly, the kind that aches with an overabundance of love. He pulls away much too soon and you chase after his soft lips. He chuckles and turns you back around. 

 “Let’s go.” He says, kissing the back of your hand. He helps you get back in the car and heads for the motel near the nursery. 

 You’re more than ready to get lost in him for an hour or two.

 The motel is mostly empty, just a few cars in the parking lot behind the building. Thankfully it’s not visible from the street, just in case Alexander drives by. Not that he would be traveling this way. Most of his crooked oil business dealings take place in town. 

 Bucky opens your door and leads you up to the room. It’s not much, but it’s alone time, just the two of you. You don’t need the big fancy house, the dirty money from your husband. You have plenty saved away from your job at the bakery, since Alexander has never let you pay for anything yourself. 

 He pulls you close, kissing you and undressing as you back up towards the bed. Being in a motel, you can’t help but begin to think of your first time with Bucky, the events that led you to this moment. 

 “Oh, come on. You are allowed to speak, you know.” You sigh, leaning forward. 

 “If my mouth is moving, my eyes aren’t doing what they should be.” Barnes says from the front seat.

 “I bet you’re an excellent multitasker.” You say, poking his shoulder. 

 “I have to be, don’t I?” He says, flicking those gorgeous blue eyes back to you. “Ma’am, please sit back.”

 “Oof, I love it when you call me ‘ma’am’.” You say with a smirk at him in the mirror. You’re rewarded with his handsome face twinging pink. It’s been months since he’s been assigned to protect you and drive you around, and this is the most reaction you’ve managed to get out of him. 

 His hands are everywhere on you, gripping your thighs as he rocks into you. His face is buried in your neck, breathing in your scent as deeply as he can. 

 He kisses up your neck, up your jaw before capturing your mouth with his. His beautiful eyes are so dilated, more black than blue. 

 “Y/N,” he breathes against your lips. 

 He stops the car at a stoplight and you decide to try again. “What did you do before this?” You ask.

 “I was in the military.” He says, his shoulders straightening a little. Still proud.

 “Marine?” You ask, having no problem seeing him in dress whites.

 His face turns almost offended before he smooths his brow out. “No, army.” 

 “Do you miss it?” You ask. 

 He opens his mouth to answer when there’s a sound like a cannon going off and then the car rocks with a thud. You scream in surprise, thinking maybe another car hit you, but the car rocked to the side. 

 Barnes looks around from his seat and curses when it happens again. “Bullets. We’re taking gunfire. Get down.” He orders, somehow maintaining perfect control. He reaches into the back seat and grabs your wrist, yanking you onto the floorboard of the car. “Better hope your husband didn’t skimp on the bullet-proofing.” He mutters. 

 Your heart is hammering in your chest as the car rocks again. You can feel the vibration through your back. You whimper, covering your face. 

 His heavy breathing against your skin is exactly what you crave. Late at night, early in the morning, in the shower. You just can’t get enough of knowing that you make him come undone. 

 Your nails dig into his muscular back as he stretches you, moves inside you. You exhale his name and he crushes you with a kiss.

 “I need to get you out of here.” He mutters. “Hold on. Don’t you move.” He warns, shifting back in his seat. He slams on the gas and the car shoots forward. You grunt as you’re forced into the back seat. 

 He speeds through the intersection and the car bumps again. “Jesus, where are they coming from?” He grumbles, whipping around a corner. 

 He drives recklessly through the streets, every once in a while the car bumping with another shot. Your nerves are frayed, hands shaking. Your eyes are glued to the door.

 “Are you breathing?” He asks, glancing back at you. You shake your head and he reaches back to squeeze your hand. “Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me.”

 “How are they following us?” You gasp. 

 “I don’t know.” 

 You go to let go of his hand but he doesn’t release. “Steer.”

 “I can steer.” He says. He turns and the light vanishes. You yelp and he gives your hand a shake. “Parking garage. This will give us some cover to get inside.” He says.

 “I don’t like this. My heart isn’t beating.” 

 “Do you trust me?” He asks, pulling haphazardly into a parking space.

 “Yes.” You answer automatically. 

 “Good. We’re gonna get out.”

 “What? No!”

 He turns around in the car and cups your face, making you look at him. “We have to get inside. I will keep you safe, I promise.”

 The sweat sticks to your skin as you arch up into him. Moans soft as whispers fall from your parted lips.

 “So good, baby. You’re taking me so well.” He moans, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he holds you tight. 

 “-taking fire at the corner of Lamar and Brentwood. Forced to flee in a vehicle.” Barnes says into his phone, taking your hand and pulling you along the wall. “Negative. Couldn’t stay in place. We’re too exposed here.” He says. 

 You can’t do anything but follow along, trying not to stumble over your own numb feet. He pushes you to your knees behind a big truck while he looks around, getting his bearings. 

 “We’re in an office building down on Park.” He continues, leaning back against the wall. “No, we’ll be fine. Yeah, just pass my number to the head officer on the scene.” He nods before hanging up. 

 “I think I’m gonna be sick.” You groan. 

 “Nope. No. Hey, look at me. No puking, okay? I’m a sympathetic puker. You puke, I puke, got it? It’s just nerves. They’ll go away.” He grips your shoulders. 

 “What do we do?”

 “I’m gonna find a place to hide you until the police arrive.”

 “You’re staying with me, right?” 

 “I’m not going anywhere. We have to move now, okay?”

 You nod and he laces his hand with yours, strong and secure and he takes off, pulling you with him. He heads for the stairs, going down one flight. 

 He searches the floor until he finds a small interior office and pushes you inside. He shuts the door after him and leans against it. 

 “Now we wait.” He says and you slide down against the wall. “Still feel like puking?”

 “A little.”

 “I’m a little surprised you haven’t asked why they were trying to kill you.” He says, sitting next to you.

 “I know my husband acts like I’m stupid, but I know what he does. I know what a terrible person he is, how he abuses his employees and swindles his partners.” You shake your head, rubbing your face. “But you getting caught in his crossfire? That’s not fair to you.” You exhale a shaky breath. “What happens to your family if my husband gets you killed?”

 “No family to speak of, so no problem there.” He shrugs and your mouth pulls down at the corners. 

 You’re silent for a few minutes until his phone rings. The police are here. 

 He guides you over onto your stomach, his fingers trailing blazing fires across your skin. He wraps his arm around you, holding your back against his chest as he takes you so slowly, savoring every stroke.

 You can feel the beads of sweat gathering at the column of your spine. He follows it up to the nape of your neck with his tongue, sending shivers down your spine.

 With one hand, you’re gripping the sheets so tight you might rip them. With the other, you’re gripping the back of his head, fingers rasping over his scalp. 

 “Sweetheart, are you alright?” Alexander asks at the police station, pulling you out of your chair and into a tight hug.

 Knowing that this was his fault, that he could have gotten you killed makes your stomach turn to have him touch you. You want to fling his hands off, to shove him away and yell at him. But here in public isn’t the place to do that. You’ll wait until you’re in the privacy of your own home. 

 Instead, you remain silent, but he wasn’t really looking for an answer from you. “Are we done here?” He asks the officer who had been interviewing you.

 “Yeah, just make sure you’re available for more questions.” He answers with a glance at you. You nod mutely. 

 Alexander leads you out to another car where Barnes is waiting, holding the door open for you. Your husband tries to make you get in the car and for a minute you resist, not wanting to go through this all over again. 

 “Y/N, please get in, darling. Nothing’s going to happen to you.” He says, lifting you up and pushing you in feet first.

 You fight the tears as long as you can. You can feel them burning at the back of your eyes, fighting just as hard to fall. All the way to a hotel where you’re hurried inside and up to a higher floor.

 You might have been able to win the fight, until your husband orders just a handful of men to patrol downstairs and only Barnes to stay with you up here. 

 And then he leaves.

 He leaves his wife, who was almost just murdered and is terrified, all alone with strangers for comfort.

 Bucky’s breath shudders as he thrusts one last time, finishing inside you. After a long minute he rolls over, never letting go of you. He shifts you against him and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, so steady-always there for you. 

 You know you made a mistake marrying Pierce, but you can’t regret it too much since it brought you to Bucky, your soulmate. 

 The love of your life.

 It’s a long night, that first night in the hotel. Bucky stays up, talking to you, distracting you for as long as you can. He tells you all kinds of things about himself, asks you about all kinds of things about you. 

 It’s early in the morning when your eyes finally slide closed, unable to fight the sleep anymore. You shift against him, laying against his big arm and falling asleep. 

 It should have been your husband there, holding you while you fall asleep. And an hour later, when you wake up screaming from a nightmare, it should have been Alexander there to hold you and tell you it would be alright. 

 Instead, it’s Bucky there, soothing back your hair, whispering soft nothings until finally humming softly while you cry into his shirt. 

 That night is the first night you sleep together. It’s sloppy and confusing, both looking for comfort and security in each other. But there’s a layer of affection and caring that’s long been missing from your marriage.

 Bucky cups your face, lifting it to look you in the eyes. “I will always love you, Y/N. You know that, right? No matter what happens. I would walk through fire for you.” He promises and you nod, rising to kiss him.

 It’s a few minutes more before you have the strength to get up and get dressed. You know you don’t have much time.

 You make sure you have everything, that your clothes and hair are straight before you open the door only to come face to face with Brock Rumlow, your husband’s head of security.

 Your heart stops dead in your chest, everything seems to stop moving as the world holds its breath. Then it picks up double time, beating faster and harder than it ever has. His face twists into a cruel smirk as he steps back out of the way. You can feel Bucky press in behind you and that gives you the courage to step forward.

 The game is up, no more hiding. 

 You step out into the hallway to find Alexander blocking your way, flanked by Sam Wilson and Jack Rollins. Rumlow takes Bucky’s gun from him. He meets your eyes coldly and part of you wants to shrink back, but after everything he’s done, you’re not ashamed. So you don’t cower before him. Your chin raises a fraction of an inch and you stare back at him. 

 He shakes his head and turns away, leading everyone back outside. “They’re in my vehicle.” He says quietly to Brock. 

 You’re poked and prodded in the back until you climb into the SUV. Bucky climbs in next to you, offering you a small, reassuring smile as he sits. Strangely, you don’t feel reassured. 

 Pierce sits across from you with Sam taking his place next to him. Rumlow is driving and there are another two cars behind yours. Sam shots Bucky a cold, disgusted look.

 “Why the look, Wilson?” Your husband asks conversationally. 

 “He betrayed me. Lied, used me.” Sam shakes his head. “We were brothers and you threw that away, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He snaps, glaring at Bucky. 

 “Some things are worth losing everything for,” Bucky replies softly. 

 You can only imagine how much Sam’s words hurt him. Your hand is next to his and you twist your pinkies together, just to let him know you’re there. 

 The vehicles pull up outside of several warehouses and you’re both marched out of the cars and inside one of the buildings. You could get away if it weren’t for the insane amount of firepower Alexander’s men have. 

 You’re led into a room, barrels of what’s marked explosives are positioned all around you. Rumlow and Rollins tie you and Bucky to a pair of steel chairs. No words are spoken, but you can hear your pulse roaring in your ears. 

 This is bad. 

 So bad. 

 He’s going to kill you. 

 “You say he betrayed you, Sam. You must want to hit something.” Alexander starts thoughtfully.

 “Yeah, actually,” Sam admits. My husband gestures for him to go for it and the man steps forward, arm already swinging. You flinch with every blow to his face. But you’re powerless to stop it. 

 When Sam finally steps away, Bucky’s face is bloody and bruising, but he’s still alert. He spits blood onto the floor next to him, that look on his face saying he can take more. 

 Then Alexander steps forward. 

 His face looks calm, but you can see the underlying tension in his shoulders, the way his hands are gripping the envelope he’s holding just a little too tight. Rage.

 “You think I’m an idiot? That I haven’t known about this for over a year?” He rips the envelope open and throws a collection of candids at your feet, including one of him holding you at the Asian market a month ago, and from the garden when you were picking tomatoes a few weeks ago. 

 Your stomach plummets as you realize he’s been following you this whole time, and you thought you had been so clever. Bucky looks at you, catching your eye and mouths just two little words: I’m sorry.

 Pierce catches it and loses his mind. He attacks Bucky with everything he has, punching him in the face and ribs until his head lolls backward, no longer having the strength to hold it up. You’re crying and begging for him to stop, it’s killing you to see Bucky in so much pain because of you. You fight against the ropes holding you down, pulling at your wrists until the rough material bites into them. 

 Alexander steps back, breathing hard. His fists are bloody and shaking. A sob escapes you as you look at Bucky, your heartbreaking. Your husband moves in front of you but you refuse to look away from Bucky. Not even when Alexander’s big hand slaps across your face. He rains blows down on your body while he screams at you. 

 “Look at what you’ve done! You’ve turned me into an animal who hits women! If you hadn’t been such a cheating slut, I wouldn’t be forced to do this. Why couldn’t you have just died that day at the stoplight like you were supposed to? That’s what I paid them for and you fucked it up!” He shouts.

 Now Bucky is struggling to get free, to protect you. Your face has turned numb with so many strikes, but you know as soon as he stops, you’ll be feeling the pain. Bucky snarls as Pierce lands a particularly heavy blow to your ribs. Your air leaves you in a rush and you double over, gasping for air. 

 “Y/N,” Bucky calls, fear and concern lacing his voice. You nod, trying to reassure him that you’re okay.

 “Time to end this.” Pierce says coldly. “Wilson, kill him. Make her watch. Then you know what to do.” 

 “No, please? I’ll do whatever you want, Alexander. Take me instead, just please, please let him go.” You beg, pulling at your wrists again. 

 Sam steps forward, ignoring your heartbroken pleas, removes his gun from its holster. Bucky looks at you, his eyes softening as much as they can. 

 I love you. He mouths at you and your eyes fill with tears, blurring his beautiful face. 

 “I love you.” You gasp. He smiles softly, eyes staying on you as Sam levels his gun at Bucky. The bang echoes around the warehouse and you scream as the chair tips over backward. Bucky gurgles as he struggles to breathe. 

 You sob quietly, forced to listen to the man you love dying and there’s nothing you can do. 

 “Let’s go.” Rumlow orders gruffly, grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

 “No! No! Bucky!” You cry, struggling to get back to him. You don’t want him to be alone. They ignore your protests and march you out of the building, across the road and into the warehouse facing the one you just left.

 Your husband is there and you want to do nothing more than smash him in the face. He wiggles a remote switch in his hand, showing you what it is. 

 “Come on, my darling wife. I want to show you something.” He says, gripping your shoulders gently and turning you around to face the big bay doors. You can see the warehouse where Bucky is lying dying. He holds his hand out in front of you and pushes the button on the switch. 

 You stumble back in shock as the building explodes in a massive fireball, shooting straight into the sky. Planks of wood and debris are falling all around you. 

 You scream, falling to your knees, sobbing. You’re vaguely aware of Pierce saying something to Sam and Rumlow as he leaves. Sam hauls you to your feet and you lose your mind. You attack him, slapping, hitting, kicking anything you can reach. 

 “He was your friend! Your brother! You betrayed him!” You scream. 

 He grabs you by the throat and slams you against the wall, the blow to your head stuns you for a minute. Like a viper, he spins you around, his hand around your neck and the other around the back of your head. 

 You see what’s about the happen a split second before it actually happens. He snaps your neck with an ugly crunch and your body collapses to the floor.

 ***

 The view overlooking the small Italian village below is stunning. The sight of the gentle water is enough to make any observer catch their breath in wonderment. 

 Having a cup of hot coffee out on the veranda is an ideal way to start one’s morning. 

 But what could truly make it perfect would be the two men walking up the cobblestone path right now.

 “Y/N!”

 You set down your mug and run down the steps. “Bucky!” You cry, launching yourself into his open arms. He holds you tightly as he buries his face in your neck. He kisses you fiercely as he holds you. 

 An awkward cough from the man next to him and Bucky releases you with a chuckle. 

 “Hi, Sam.” You grin, pulling him in for a tight hug. He kisses your cheek, pulling back to examine your face. “It looks worse than it is.” You assure him. You take both their hands and lead them up the steps to your new home.

 Epilogue

 “Wait. I’m confused.” Steve Rogers says, waving his hand. Steve is Sam and Bucky’s friend from the army. Currently, he’s stationed in Italy; he wanted to reconnect so you’re having him over for dinner. 

 The dinner is delicious, you’re happy to have a reason to cook again, and people to cook for. The boys really seem to enjoy it, having eaten almost the whole thing. 

 “Confused about what?” Bucky asks, pulling you close against him. 

 “Only everything. When did you know that Pierce found out?” He asks. 

 You sip your wine, letting them tell the story. You’re happy to just forget it and move on. 

 “A couple weeks after I came on. Pierce asked me to do surveillance on his wife, said she was in danger from a stalker. I gave Buck a heads up.” Sam says, pushing his plate away. 

 “I gave him the okay to give the information to Pierce after we came up with a plan for all of use to get out safely,” Bucky adds.

 “So, the three of you hatched a plan? That I get. The fake passports in the package, hidden where?” Steve looks at you. 

 “Inside the lining of my suitcase, packed and ready to go the day of.” You say.

 “Okay. Got that. How did you fake your deaths?”

 “Sam got in good with Pierce after that, bonding over betrayal or whatever, made him trust him. He planted the blanks in his gun and Rumlow’s just in case he was asked to kill me, too.” Bucky says. 

 “That was some first-rate acting, too, Y/N,” Sam says with a chuckle. “Even I believed it was real.”

 “Thank you, that was the easy part.” 

 “The hard part?” Steve prompts. 

 “Attacking Sam after.”

 “And that’s how I injected her with tetrodotoxin b. Knocked her out so that when I ‘snapped her neck’, she wouldn’t have a pulse.”

 “Damn,” Steve mutters. 

 “Oh, that reminds me.” Sam starts. “Since you snuck out of the country two weeks ago, you’ve been declared missing.” He gets up and retrieves a big envelope. “That led to a huge investigation, helped along by all the information you’ve been stealing over the years. Long story short, his whole operation has been taken down, thanks to you.”

 “He’s in jail?” You ask, trying really hard not to get your hopes up.

 “For the rest of his life. Which means that all of his assets now belong to you.” He hands you the paperwork in the envelope. “Congratulations, you’re free to start a new life.”

 Bucky pulls you close, kissing your temple. “Whadda think, doll? You gonna take all his stuff?”

 “Would you?” You ask, looking at the love of your life. 

 “I would.”

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[mommybard]

-looks at the Isekai game-

-looks at the Helltaker universe-

-t h i n k s-

Not going to lie, I am unfamiliar with that universe. Give me a few minutes to look into this and get the right idea of what you’re looking for. To youtube! ...WHY DID NO ONE SHOW ME THIS GAME BEFORE. Ohhhhhh that bitch goddess of video games...going to have to pay her back for this one. Accidentally fall down and end up impaling her ass on my girlcock 69 times and suddenly she hides good creations from me until I do it again. It was an accident! Those are hard to recreate! Damn her.

Oh! Right. Mortal here still. Helltaker...I will admit, that protagonist had quite the admirable goal. I mean, who wouldn’t want a demon harem? I certainly wouldn’t turn that down. I won’t need to shape you for this one, after all a cute goat girl like you would already fit in with a group of devilish girls. Mmm...in fact I might have to keep you for a bit before sending you on. In return, I’ll give you a glimpse of your new life. Sounds good~? Good girl~! We’ll have to give you quite a big Harem, with all that I’m keeping in it. Hmm~? Well, the game did have several characters that were absolutely adorable and fit into certain character tropes, but I think we can add more, don’t you? Variety is the spice of life, so I’ll show you two girls on either side of the dominance and submission scale you might be able to convince to join you~ For submissives...let’s go with a service sub girl. A cute devil maid to help you around the house and handle any...issues you may have. She might seem cute and innocent, but underneath that sweet smile~? She’s just imagining you ordering her to get on her knees in front of you and please you. Giving you her personal attention, gratefully lapping at you until you see fit to reward her. Wanting to drink down every drop just for the chance to get called a good girl. She’ll do anything to hear those words, from waking her mistress with her mouth after making her breakfast, to helping you make sure every part of you is clean in the bath, to even begging you to use her and vent all those frustrations out on her body. She lives to serve after all. As for dominants, a personal favorite of mine. You’ll already have a sadist who will love marking up your body, so let’s give you someone a bit more caring. A proper milf mommy domme~! A demonic gal just a bit taller thank you, a soft smile on her lips, and big beautiful eyes you could just lose yourself in. And can’t forget...what was the human term? I saw it on a video for that vampire they’re all going crazy over. Ah! Yes! Big milfy mommy milkers. Thank you sweetie. I think you’d like that, don’t you? Getting the chance to sit in her lap and cuddle up against those chest pillows~? Her fingers lost in your hair when she’s guiding you up and down her cock, tossing her head back and moaning about how good mommy’s favorite girl is doing~? Cupping your chin when you slide down her strap, whispering in your ear that she’s so proud of you for taking all of her~? Awww, look at you, panting already~! I hope you have enough stamina for all of them. And be careful, you never know when I might toss another girl into your harem~

[paintalyx]

hey can you maybe recommend some of your favourite fics please!!

aaaah, i'm a little behind on asks because of college but i saw this and i couldn't help but scramble to respond as soon as i found the time!!!! i'm super flattered that you're asking me for fic recommendations, but you didn't specify any fandoms or genres so i can't guarantee that any of these will be your cup of tea (feel free to shoot me another ask if you'd like to elaborate though!!!!). i'll try to be as diverse as an unapologetic angstlord can be, so here we go:

(note: while i did my best to add cws, it's still possible that something slipped past me, so please be mindful. as a rule of thumb, i'm not going to add warnings for stuff that's already depicted in canon material)

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campfire in your chest (haikyuu!!, canonverse, tsukkiyama-main & kagehina-side)

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he's probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he's at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

four tags for you: pining, slow-burn, friends to lovers and unresolved sexual tension. this one's a classic, an old favourite of mine. i remember reading it on lunch breaks in high school while daydreaming about my crush and getting frustrated with tsukishima because "dammit, at least one of us needs to get it together and that won't be me anytime soon". also, once your done with reading this, please do yourself a favour and spare some time to check out the companion piece to this fic, "stay, stay, stay", which can be summed up simply as "meanwhile, kagehina".

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a soft place to fall (jojo's bizarre adventure: vento aureo, canon divergence, narancia/trish); cw: major character death

“This is my wound, too,” Narancia softly says, eyes shadowed by so many dark lashes. He presses down over her pulse, and Trish’s heart jumps to meet it. “And this is my heartbeat. I can be brave because you’re brave.”

In the ten days between Corsica and Sardinia, Trish learns about her new power, reflects on the past, and finds her reasons.

this deserves so much attention!! i love the writing style, the character interactions— everything just feels special and different! it's been a hot minute since i watched part 5, but i have distinct and fond memories of reading this fic. it really did trish's character justice and, as a sweet bonus, it successfully got me hooked on this adorable pairing.

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count the days until they blur, then keep on counting (mob psycho 100, canon divergence, gen); cw: torture, child abuse, imprisonment, starving

What Teruki wanted was power, right? What he wanted was to hurt people? Even if he didn't, he's got it now.

okay, this *may* seem bad, but it's hands down one of my all time favourite reads, not just as a fanfic. it has a happy end (worry not!), reigen being a reluctant disaster dad and teru— god, i love the way he thinks, feels, *copes* and changes as a person over the course of this fic. it shows all sides of him, the good, the bad and the ugly. he tries, he struggles, he relapses and recovers. some works just stick with you forever, and i'd be lying if i said that this one didn't change my life. like, i thought that it was the bee's knees the first time i read it and i was so mad that it had to end that i talked my friend's ear off about how unfair it was (though upon re-reading, when i was older and capable of understanding things a little better, i decided that the ending was perfect as it was). it's definitely not a work that i would recommend to someone sensitive, but i think i've established myself as someone who enjoys meaningful angst.

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storm shelter (genshin impact, canon compliant, gen); cw: animal death

Three different times, over the years, Diluc and Kaeya are trapped together in the snow.

i'm a sucker for unconventional sibling dynamics and messy, conflicted feelings and this fic *provides*. it's clear that diluc and kaeya care for each other deeply, but they're both stubborn dumbasses about it (mihoyo, let these two talk again, i'm begging you). though the scenario in each snippet is somewhat similar, pov shifts to kept things fresh and prevented the story from becoming repetitive.

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being a wingman is a full time job (genshin impact, canon compliant, chiluc)

“What are you doing in Mondstadt?”

“You didn’t show up this week!” Childe says. “Aether brought Hu Tao instead. She really handed it to me, but it just wasn’t the same.”

“You…” Diluc stops. “You came all the way to Mondstadt just because I didn’t show up?”

Oh?

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Kaeya discovers Diluc has a crush and, despite not being on the best of terms with his estranged brother, takes it upon himself to be the ultimate wingman.

this isn't among my favourite pairings for either party, but rumour says that if you say "oh, chiluc is just a crackship" enough times, you'll start shipping it for real so here we are. boy, where do i start?? a lighthearted, humorous fic every once in a while is good for the soul, basically a requirement. obvious idiot/oblivious idiot is a trope that i don't think i'll ever get tired of, but making the entire story be told from wingman's pov adds some extra spice to it.

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a cheap imitation (durarara, canonverse, shizaya); cw: graphic depictions of violence and gore

“Attached to your neck is a collar that will inject a poison into your jugular vein two days from now. Forcibly removing the device will also trigger the poison. Somewhere on this island is the antidote.”

His hands reached up to his neck and he felt the cool metal of the collar.

“Live or die. Make your choice.”

god. these two are so disgusting and problematic, i love them. this fic pulls no stops. the author really looked at these two dumbasses and said "yeah, the only way they'd ever get along realistically is in a life or death situatio— wait," and we gotta appreciate that. well-thought-out survival stories are a very specific niche that i've always enjoyed, so adding familiar characters into the mix can only get me more intrigued. author also snatches all my uwus for appealing to my inner neat-freak and consistently finding different ways to give the boys hygienic products. if you want drama, tension and survival with some humour sprinkled in for the ~flavour~, this is a perfect read!

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i admit i got a little carried away, but honestly??? who wouldn't when talking about something as wonderful as taking something that someone has poured their heart and soul into adding onto it out of love and passion??? i'm totally setting myself up for psychoanalysis with these recs, but tastes are subjective. i hope you'll find something of interest!! ^^

[fathermarty]

hello hello, darling ! i hope your day has been lovely, thus far .

if you would be so kind as to ship me with an hp character (preferably marauders era), i would be v grateful !

i’m a slytherin, but i have a ton of gryffindor qualities, once you get to know me . i have different faces for different people, and people rarely see me cry . however- once you break my apprehensive barrier, i am extremely loud, funny, charasmatic, and just downright weird .

i have a lot of trauma, and i have depression/anxiety, so that adds some ✨spice✨ to my life . i’m not good with conveying emotions, but i am extremely empathetic, and am known as the extremely sarcastic, dry, yet incredibly kind, sweet, and loving, therapist/mom friend .

i am tall (5’9), a bit clumsy, but i think it fits my oddball personality . i’m good at holding down the fort, and i’m v good at handling rowdy personalities, and i am great at matching people’s energy .

oooh! i also loveeee music (huge one direction fan here ;)) and i am v good at art and makeup (if i do say so myself) .

hope this wasn’t a bore to read, and thank you for letting me request ! <33

hello dear! 

it has been good, It is currently storming its ass off here so that's fun. well besides the fact my car is white and is currently parked beside a FUCKING DIRT MOUNTAIN. it's fine it’s fine everything is fine. i hope you are doing well hun!

okay, so I personally ship you with Remus hard fucking core. like i don't know if anyone else should be shipped w him?!

So picture this: you guys meet in the hospital wing, him after having a rough full moon, and you from just being clumsy. You are stuck in the wing for the whole day like him, so you guys start chit-chatting. 

Remus is a bit weary because you are a Slytherin but he learns that you are different just from talking to you. At some point during the day, you both are roaring with laughter at something you said. Remus finds himself enjoying your company more and more as each minute passes. You guys become friends and you make Remus promise to reach out more.

“Don’t worry y/l/n, you are stuck with me now.”

Oh boy was he right. Every class you guys had together he would ditch his friends for you. You even found yourself sitting with the Mauraders. “Don’t get your jumper in a knot Potter, I am not here to steal Lily.” You said one particular day sending a wink in the direction of the boy's precious LilyFlower. Everyone who was in earshot roared with laughter and ever since then, the Mauraders have become your friends too.

You were always there to help James and Sirius with their crushes and just there for them in general. Even Peter would come to you for some advice when he was not sure what to do. This made Remus’ heart swell.

Anytime you were with the Mauraders you had them laughing, sometimes unintentionally because you are a klutz, but laughing nonetheless. 

It wasn’t long until you figured out about Remus's lycanthropy, and you never directly told him you knew but it was pretty obvious. You would “coincidentally” be in the hospital wing the day after the full moon with an “injury” but you and Remus both knew you were not hurt. You just wanted to be there for him.

After a few full moons, Remus officially told you in a panic and he let all his emotions out. You were there to be his shoulder to cry on. You sat on his lap with his head buried in your neck. You ran your hands through his hair as you consoled him. This was when you decided your barrier would come down for Remus.

Sure enough, the next time you had a depressive attack Remus was there. You came to his dorm  (he told you the common room door password) because at that moment you needed him. Your beautifully immaculate makeup that he has come to look forward to seeing every day was smudged as tears and down your face. Remus let you lay on his bed as he conjured up a makeup wipe to clean up your face, he knows how much you care about your skin. After he took your makeup off he turned on the record player so music couldn't softly play. Then he crawled beside you and did just what you needed, he held you while you cried. He held you to his chest as he rubbed your back and carefully cradled your neck rubbing small circles on the side.

You and Remus aren’t sure when everything became official but it was obvious that you guys were an item. He would take care of your small bumps and bruises from your clumsy rendezvous and you would take care of him before and after the full moon. You guys became each other's rock.

“Y/n you are the most incredible woman I have ever met. You are so incredibly strong and you wear your heart on your sleeve. Your beauty shines both on the outside and inside. You make life so much more enjoyable baby, I love you.”

Ayeeeee my third ship, thank you so much for requesting honey! I hope you like it <3 My inbox is open for more ships ^_^

xoxo father marty ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

mwah

[thecourtsknight]

Rufus 63, Luther 49 and 24 and 52, Taeral 11 and 15 lmao, Quill 56

houuugh boy thank you my love!! lets see here.

Rufus:

63: Which party member would they pull a prank on? Who would they plan a prank with?

Oh this is a good question for Rufus hough boy lets see here. I feel they'd avoid doing anything harmful even prank wise to Anu for the most part, so I honestly feel like their primary target would honestly be Wilke, sorry Wilke.

Rufus pranks aren't too bad, they like playing really REALLY harmless shit like you know that spongebob meme about the ice thats their kind of prank. Or "hey did you know gullible is written on the ceiling" type deal, nothing that would actively cause any serious harm. They've played pranks on the past on their mother and those dipped more into the "Hey Rufus what the fuck" kind of energy. Though thinking about this they might pull the gullible is written on the ceiling thing with Anu too.

Planning a prank with? It'd have to be Chantrell and or Wilke for sure, they feel Wilke could probably do a good enough prank but make sure its not steered in a too harsh direction. They don't really know Chantrells vibe to much but they can assume that maybe! she might be really good at pranks! who knows! Might be the best pranker Rufus has ever met!! Gotta get to know the party more to know that though ;3c

Luther:

49: Do they talk to themselves?

Yes. Especially when they're working on something that's kind of frying their brain a bit. Luther tends to speak outloud if they're alone or under their breath if they're with someone. Things like "Hoookay Luther, okay, lets think for a second here bud."

If they're working out something like a math problem they'll mutter the numbers under their breath or if they're writing something out that they need to remember while doing so they'll mumble but you got to get them in a real muddled mindset to outright speak outloud.

24: What’s a controversial food opinion they would have?

Banana Peppers go with everything and that's just a fact of life. I don't know what their deal is with specifically peppers but Luther is the kind of person to snack on banana peppers like its nothing, he could eat a whole bag of the things; especially if they were dried and dipped in cinnamon (do not ask). Boy just likes his peppers and he feels they compliment most if not every meal; they not too hot, they have just the right amount of crunch, they're good.

I don't know how controversial this is but this is just from being raised by chefs himself but leaving food without seasoning is a fucking sin in his household, you have to have SOMETHING on that meal. You gotta! Even if its just a bit of salt! He understands some folks stomachs aren't built to deal with very intense spices but at least add a lil pinch of something in there while you're cooking!

52: If your character was under quarantine, what type of quarantine person would they be? (Productive? Hobbyist? Lazy?)

Hmnnn. Being under quarantine I feel would stress Luther out a good chunk and he'd start becoming heavily productive out of habit before burning himself out and becoming lazy and tired. Luther has a lot of issues with easily burning himself out on projects and things he wants to work on so in a space where he can't exactly go outside or do too much he'd feel like "oh this is the perfect time to do that!" and then. struggle. SO fucking bad after totally burning himself out. Walks would certainly help him though, he needs breaks in between his own little projects or else he'll struggle to return to them.

Taeral:

11: How does your character blow off steam?

Hough Boy. Writing to Idall would be a good one, he tries to avoid doing this because it feels like an invasion of privacy sometimes, its hard to tell; he doesn't quite know if his patron sleeps being inside a book and all but sometimes Idall responds and it has drawn him back; its very common for Taeral venting to turn to a quiet and more comfortable conversation between the two which Taeral appreciates. Idall often treats his strifes or things that are genuinely stressing him out with genuine care and interest which, even though Taeral doesn't come to him too often out of nerves and feeling bad about it, surprises him every single time.

But the main one would be honestly going for walks and skipping stones. It's a little hard to skip stones over the ocean due to these pesky things called waves so he likes to take a fairly long walk to a small lake that rests about 2-3 hours away from where he lives and skip stones there. If he doesn't really have time to do that walking by the coast, kicking his boots off and walking down the shore with his pant legs pulled up is always a good mood boost and helps him settle. It depends on how deep the problem is with the method thats used but just throwing it in there as a relation to the ask, if something really sets Taeral off to the point where his anger boils over he usually ends up crying because he struggles to handle how he's feeling a lot of the time. Only a few certain individuals have seen him in such a state and him getting to that point would be VERY rare.

15: Describe their ideal date.

oohhhHh no this is a HORRIBLE one. Taeral is a hopeless romantic, his ideal date would be going to a restaurant and being able to treat his partner to good food and afterwards go on a walk, somewhere where they can be alone and Taeral can genuinely appreciate and talk to this person... though if you really can get through to him, he'd take you to the beach and talk to you about how the waves are so in yet out of sync, he'd tell you to watch the way they lap at the shore so desperate to reach and drive the tide in further but theres always a respectable distance. It's a joint effort to make sure the beach isn't flooded on both ends.

He'd want to play around with you, dance with you and tell you how pretty you look. The stars keep trying to best you but they just burn out before they can even get close to how stunning and breathtaking you are. Real fucking hopeless romantic.

Quill:

56: If your character had wings what would they look like?

It's a little silly but black swan wings! Ones that would curve around her arms consistently. She'd be able to tuck them against her back but the most comfortable position would be framing her, just ever so slightly curved! She'd fucking hate having wings though.

[blackevermore]

x Secrets of The Lake: The Company of Misery and Pain

{ Chapter 6 }

Summary: Vladimir Masters’ family tree has always been tainted by secrets swept under the rug. From generation to generation there have been countless reasons the Masters’ family had seemed to keep private from the public. Even to this day, Vladimir was no exception. But what was one to do when a restless spirit from the settlement years finally breaks free from restraints and demands you answer for your ancestor’s crimes? Vladimir doesn’t know. However, Clockworks does.

Notes: We just having fun, rewriting some of the canon, new adventure new characters. I will apologize now for any grammar, spelling, weird sentence structuring in advance. My brain writes faster than my fingers and even when I go back through to reread it I still miss things. Sorry about that!

Word Count: 2681

Maybe Danny should have stayed for dinner, gone home late and stayed long enough to defuse Dani’s anger towards Vlad. She was still mad at Danny but at least she would talk to him. This wasn’t the first time he has upset his daughter and had a silent dinner with her, that was bound to happen in the life of a parent who didn’t necessarily raise their kid. But this silent death had an added bonus of Dani staring at Vlad with a hint of confusion. Vlad tried his best to ignore it and pick at his food but the way her eyes seemed to dig further and further into his being it was impossible to ignore her.

“Danielle, I’m sure you are aware that staring is rude, no matter how much the other person upset you.” Vlad tried to sound as calm as possible as he spoke and for the most part it worked. Dani's eyes shot down towards her food and she quickly took a bite off her plate. Vlad sighed and decided he was done for the night, he wasn’t that hungry anyway, he snapped his fingers for the maid to come and clean. 

“Ya’know you could just get up and take it to the kitchen like a human.” Dani mockingly stated dragging out the word human just to emphasize her point. Vlad rose a brow and looked at her a bit bewildered but accepting the remark.

“As should you use the stairs to get to your room or anywhere else in the house. I know it's rather large but humans do it all the time.” Vlad couldn’t hide his amusement as Dani gave him a look of ‘shut up old man’. That spitfire attitude was all Danny’s and only 2% Vlad. Had Vlad had it his way a very long time ago, Danny would be his son doing the same thing and maybe Dani would have been there as well. Vlad hummed to himself then shook his head, one Danny of any sorts at a time. Two of them at once, Vlad was sure he would actually age past what he was physically. 

“I would like to apologize, Vlad took hold of his drink and took a sip to clear his throat. Apologies were still rather new to him and even if he truly meant it, it almost pained him to get it out. “Both Daniel and I know you only want to help. You are a natural born hero and we know it. But you have to understand that we are not trying to stop you because we think you can’t handle it. We are stopping you because what happened while we were in the Ghost Zone was even out of our hands. The last thing either of us wants is for you to be hurt trying to save us. Danny already had to drag me back home.” Vlad mutters the last bit, still embarrassed how easily he was defeated.

Dani untense her shoulders and lets out a sigh as she avoids making eye contact with Vlad. She gets it, she does, but she hasn't fought any bad guys in a while. Danny has been going out still on patrols while she was stuck at home because ‘you have school tomorrow’ was the excuse thrown at her. Even when she went home with Vlad she was still off limits from patrolling. If she wasn’t allowed to fight any ghost then at the very least she wanted to do was transform and fly around.

“I just wanna do something,” Dani plopped her face in her hands and sadly played with her food. Vlad nodded and gave her a sweet smile.

“Well, I can think of something that you can help with.” He said.

“Oh yeah?”

“And you can do it while in your ghost form.” Dani shot off the table and sat up straight in her chair. Vlad shook his head pleased to see her excitement once again. “I have a banquet coming this Wednesday and I haven’t gotten anything ready. I will give you full control to not only pick out the decoration, but also the theme and the staff that will entertain the guest. If you just so happen to make it ghost related I wouldn’t mind you putting on a show.”

Dani smiled but rolled her eyes and fell back into her chair.

“You put me on hosting duties but I’m not complaining. I get to go ghost!” Dani shrugged and picked up her fork to finish her plate. Vlad was actually impressed that she didn’t complain more. Had he ever said that to Danny, the boy would have complained the whole way through learning how to tie a tie.

“I will handle the menu, of course, but you have to tell me everything you want by tomorrow so we can prepare.” Vlad held up a finger and wagged it back and forth.

“Yeah yeah I gotcha, one fancy dancy fun party for fancy dancy people. But add a little bit of spice.” Dani did a very bad British accent and Vlad blinked a couple of times. She held up her hand and told him not to worry about it. Vlad will never understand this new generation and he wasn’t really sure he wanted to. When Dani finished her plate he was about to call for the maids but Dani stopped him. “Don’t worry I got this.” Dani pulled back her chair and picked up her mess and started towards the kitchen. When she passed Vlad she gave him a small smile, “Thanks dad.” 

Vlad would be lying if he said hearing her say that didn’t make his heart flutter. That was another tack on the board of good things Vlad has either done or heard. Vlad smiled and continued to sit at the table until he was done with his drink. When he looked towards the grandfather clock he realized it was rather late into the night. He still had work in the morning along with making sure Dani was ready to go when he was. With that he grabbed his glass and headed towards the kitchen to put it in the sink. Then he made his way towards the grand staircase to get to his room. He enjoyed the simplicity of being human sometimes, he took it for granted for 20 years so now being able to count the stairs up was fun. But Vlad also knew that being able to slip in and out of walls and floors was a childish thrill he would never let go.

  He led her from the wagon park on the dirt trail down through the trees to a hidden garden path that led to a cottage. Along the path was a stream of water that gently passed them by as the couple made their way towards their new home. Tayonna pulled away from him as she watched the water sparkle in the faint rays of the sun. It had been so long since they’ve been back here, four long years filled with nothing but trouble after trouble. The water looked so calm, not a care in the world as it continued to flow along the rocks on an unknown adventure. She wanted that, so badly. Born into unfortunate situations and only blessed by the benefit of service. She should be grateful but it seemed like the world was not made for people like her- for none of her people. She didn’t budge when she felt thick fingers slip between hers, nor did she look towards him when he stood beside her. 

“No one can find us here, it’s far enough from the town square and just far from any prying eyes. You are free to do as you please when you are here in my company.” Vladan took Tayonna’s hand in his and led her to the stream. The poor girl could tell he meant every word he promised her but something still haunted the depths of her mind. What they had together had changed dramatically from the time she was brought into the family to now. There was love, hidden scared fragile love that they both clung to in hope of forever.

“Here is home?” Tayonna asked as she reached down to dip her fingers in the cool water then used her powers to change its direction. The water started to rush upward towards the cottage before she lifted some of it into the air to swirl around them. Vladan smiled and pulled her in close and placed a kiss on her temple. The swirls of water broke apart in small drops and hung around them in crystals before dropping to the ground.

“And home is safe, I promise.” Vladan whispered to her, snaking a hand through her tight curls and pulling her in against his chest. They were safe, nothing bad could happen to them and he was sure of it. There was nothing left to take from him.

Vlad didn’t know what to make of this dream, but he was glad it wasn’t a nightmare nor a misleading sex dream. It was just bittersweet, as if he could tell the words that came out of his mouth- er the person he was in the dream’s voice was all a lie. Every time Vlad woke up from his dreams he couldn’t remember who he was supposed to be nor where he was. Everything played out like cloudy memories until Tayonna showed up. She always looked so unhappy and tensed like she also knew he was lying. Whenever they touched in these dreams, Vlad felt his heart flutter but always by the end it broke over and over again. He couldn’t even sit up in bed and simply rolled to his side to look out his window. He looked towards his bedside table and read the digital clock, it was 1am. He had only had the peace of slumber for two hours. As he stared out the window his mind drifted back towards the issues at hand.

From what Danny had told him about the ghost in the Ghost Zone, it seemed that Tayonna played on people’s emotions. ‘So she’s heartbroken?’ Vlad thought to himself then cringed at the thought of having to deal with another heartbroken ghost. What was it about the ladies in the ghost world all suffering from bad relationships? As if someone made it out to be that was the only thing they could truly suffer from. Vlad knew what heartbreak was, or rather what it could be when the one gets away from you. And yes he did spend a few years trying to win her over with shitty plots and tricks. But now he learned to let go, or in a way learning to do so, this was a cruel joke Clockwork placed him in. Tayonna would not be getting the upper hand on him.

When his position became uncomfortable he tossed himself onto his back once more. Staring up at the decorative ceiling Vlad found it hard to close his eyes. He was very tired but he wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle another dream. If he tried to think of something else to take his mind off the dreams it would find its way back around. Vlad ran a hand through his hair and pulled the dark patch in front of his eyes. He still couldn’t believe this, he was glad Danny and Dani hadn’t brought it up when he was standing in front of them. He had caught them looking since he woke from his small coma but they never asked. He sighed in a tired defeat and pushed his hair back behind him. He wanted to sleep and he would be damned if some ghost girl would be the reason he became an insomniac again. Vlad closed his eyes and tried to will his mind to nothingness so he could get comfortable. Within a few minutes he did start to feel himself slipping away, even when a cold hand caressed his cheek and tucked his hair behind his ear, he was completely drifting away.

The next morning Vlad for once in the past few months felt completely energized. When he opened his eyes he felt his power fire to life and felt like he could take on the world. He even had a little pep in his step as he hummed through getting ready and heading downstairs. Dani noticed his good mood as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. He hadn’t done any of this since he secretly bankrupt a competing company in California completely halting silicon valley.

“What’s got you all uppity?” Dani asked with a mouth full of cereal trying to shove as much as possible before being shooed out the door. Vlad stopped in his tracks halfway through making coffee and knotted his brows then shrugged. 

“I finally got a good night's rest, I suppose it put me in a good mood.” He hummed and continued his task.

“Well that's cool, also I have an idea for your thing tomorrow.” Dani pulled out her phone and swiped through it before opening her notes. “Four seasons, since it’s almost summer I think summer should be the main event while other parts of the party make up the other seasons. We could get some ghosts to dress up and be the spirits of the seasons and impress people with “magic tricks” .” Dani was proud of her idea, she had even drawn out costumes and shown Vlad.

“When did you have time to draw up all of these?” Vlad silently asked her for her phone and when she handed it over he flipped through the notes and the designs. They weren’t masterpieces but he could envision her idea. 

“Last night before bed, duh, but I figured out almost everything for each season. I'll be handling winter of course, but I couldn’t come up with anything for autumn because of the storm last night.” Vlad handed Dani her phone back and gave her a questionable look.

“What storm?” Vlad asked, taking a sip of his now cooling coffee. Rats. He wouldn’t have time to make another one, so he shrugged and used his powers to heat it up. They are there for a reason.

“You didn’t hear it? It was like so bad, I almost thought my window was gonna cave in from the winds. Eventually, it calmed down a bit and I went to sleep. You must have slept through it.” Vlad was sure that if there was a storm he would have heard it. Especially since he was woken up just a bit past midnight. Even when he looked out his window he didn’t see any traces of raindrops. Before Vlad could ask her more about the storm his phone sounded telling him it was time to go. With that he clapped his hands to gather Dani’s attention and told her to grab her stuff. He silenced his phone and stuck it in his pocket then transferred his coffee to his travel cup.

“Ugh I can’t wait till school is out.” Dani huffed and headed out the door heading towards the car.

“Two and half more weeks and you’re a free little woman. But until then get in the car so neither of us are late.”  Vlad shut the door and locked it and headed towards the driver's seat.

“Are you dragging us back to Wisconsin this summer? I kinda wanna stay here.” Dani rubbed her neck and Vlad secretly cursed Danny for giving her bad habits.

“I planned on at least staying there a week or so, but if you wish to stay in Minnesota that’s fine. Or I can compromise with you by staying with the Fentons’ while I’m gone.” Vlad felt proud of himself, he was on a roll of giving himself dad points. This unironically must be what Jack feels like. Wow… he didn’t want to compare himself to Jack at all.

“Deal.” Dani beamed and threw in her headphones for the rather lengthy car ride.