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rottenprincessshura100 · 3 months

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Lewin and Osceola: Chapter 148 recap and notes

Man did this one hit me in the feels.

We get the back story between Lewin and Osceola and it's intense, sad and full of love.

Osceola is ready to martyr himself to save the person he cares most about; Lightning.

Lightning is like a son to him.

In the beginning of this chapter we find Osceola, laying on the ground and near death after battling Amon. Lightning is shouting into his headset, urgently begging him to answer. Osceola is musing on the last vestiges of consciousness that Lightning seems really upset and "he lost his cool." And it's true Lightning is always cool, calm and collected, he's like Mephisto. But in this case, Osceola is very special to Lightning, he's the man that raised him and is like a father. Regardless of Lightning's normal lack of empathy, his deep love of Osceola is blatantly showing through.

Osceola has a flashback of his life. We see that he has spiritual Indigenous roots, and his family taught him about death. Death wasn't an ending to be feared, but a transition. And a person's death should have some sort of meaning, at least that's what Osceola surmised. He went out into the world trying to find what life truly meant, in order to better understand the purpose of this death. When he met his wife and had a child he thought he understood. He would provide and protect his family. Love and family were the key, the things worth fighting for. That love was worth dying for.

Sadly, his child was killed in a terrible accident. Osceola couldn't stop it, and couldn't protect his child. This caused the breakup of his marriage and Osceola lost everything he valued, his family and his self-worth.

Osceola's life parallels Shura. Both exorcists turn to alcohol after the death of a loved one. When Shiro died, Shura was completely lost. Shiro was closest thing to family Shura ever had. Without Shiro she also could not fulfill her promise to Hachiro and was left in limbo.

Osceola, also couldn't be spiritually fulfilled and have a meaningful death. He had no-one to protect, no family to fight for.

Luckily both Shura and Osceola were able to find a life worth living. Shura became a parent/mentor to Yukio and Rin. And Osceola was given the task of mentoring Lewin Light.

Lewin had a terrible childhood, and seemed destitute, drawing parallels to Yuri Egin. It's possible he was raised under the supervision of former exorcists like Yuri. Yuri's caretakers were homeless people, and perhaps Lightning's were heretics.

Yuri, however, fared slightly better than Lightning. She had a much more loving family and learned empathy and love. These lessons followed her throughout her life. Sadly Lightning was chained in his basement because he caretakers didn't know how to deal with his powers and inquisitive mind.

Yuri lost her caretakers when her demon temptaint (Satan) got jealous and killed them.

But what about Lightning. It almost seems as if he killed his caretakers himself, after suffering intense abuse.

Lewin's story more aligns with Satan. The kid acts like a demon, he has the same crazy instinct to learn everything, impossible power and a lack of empathy.

And we all know what happened to Satan. Satan is mistreated and turns into a supervillain that can't be reasoned with and wants to kill all of humanity and scorch Assiah to ashes.

In order for a demon to exist in Assiah and be content, he must care about humanity and learn to coexist with them. Nurturing demons is really, really important. They do have feelings, they just don't wear them on their sleeves like humans. Loving a demon does have an impact, even if it doesn't seem that way.

Osceola is given the difficult assignment of caring for Lewin. He's a fish out of water, like Shiro was for Rin. (Don't think Mephisto isn't watching this experiment carefully!!)

Lewin states that he isn't possessed by a demon. And I believe him. I think this kid is a reincarnated version of Azazel. When Azazel no longer wanted to live in Assiah, maybe he retired his ego and passed on his heart to Lewin?

Osceola teaches the little demon kid what it means to be human. And I think a lot of it sticks. Lewin is clearly on the side of Assiah.

When we snap back to the future, we see Lewin and we don't even get a chance to read his emotion, but whatever it is, it's serious enough to scare the shit out of Bon. Lewin knows his father is ready to die, and will that cause the demon finally emerge out of Lewin? Will Lewin be the next person displaced? Will he become lost too?

Is Lightning's grip on human affection and love enough to help him weather the emotional storm that is coming? Will fighting for Assiah be enough to give him meaning?

Osceola's death will be a test.

Now we wait to see if Lewin passes that test.

Will the new Azazel be a Mephisto? Or will he be a Lucfer/Satan?

Do we have any concerns about Lightning?

Does he just tell humans what he wants them to hear?

Or does he really have feelings?

He lied about this his family... after telling the truth.

His words can be contradictions...

He also said he wanted to be a hero, loved humans and the world. He said he wasn't into revenge and liked Assiah the way it was. He didn't have a secret ambition.

What if that was a lie?

#blue exorcist #Lewin Light #Lightning #osceola redarm #mephisto pheles #shura kirigakure #yuri egin #rin okumura #yukio okumura #shiro fujimoto #blue exorcist theories

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separatist-apologist · 2 months

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Love Is A Lie

Summary: After her mothers death, Arina goes from the well-loved daughter of a nobleman to a servant in his home. She dreams of escaping to the coast and making her own way, and when she learns of a ball the King of Avalon is hosting to pick a wife, Arina sees her chance. With a little help from a fairy godmother, Arina agrees to exchange a favor for one night with the King.

But Eris Vanserra has other plans when they meet, and Arina isn't sure she's ready for the consequences of one night dancing at a ball.

Part Two of OUAT series

The sound of heels against stone drew Arina from her reverie. Three days in the dungeons had made her numb to noise—to the moaning, the pleading, and the rattling chains. Unfortunately, it hadn’t numbed her to the smell—coming back to consciousness brought with it the smell of human filth and misery. Turning her head through the gloom, Arina saw the beautiful face of her fairy godmother.

Amarantha.

“Tsk, tsk,” she began, slipping through the bars as though she were made of water. “You were caught.”

Arina turned her head, staring dead-eyed at the wall in front of her. There was no point in pleading with the witch.

“I could free you,” Amarantha continued, snapping her fingers so the barred door that held Arina swung open of its own accord. “Let you try again, if you like?”

Arina didn’t respond.

“Or maybe you failed on purpose. Love,” she spat as though the word tasted foul. “Look where it got you.”

“Just kill me,” she said tonelessly.

“In time, perhaps. I’m not quite finished with you just yet. You did fail me—the prince lives and so, too, does little Elain Archeron. I can’t seem to stay ahead of the little wretch.”

That drew Arina’s attention. What did Elain have to do with all this? Amarantha wasn’t really talking to Arina, merely at her.

“I’m merciful. You still have time to make this right,” Amarantha crooned, turning her attention back toward Arina. Arina shook her head.

“He won’t see me. He hates me.”

“Yes, I’ve heard the rumors. He loved you once, though,” Amarantha said in that syrupy voice of hers. It was as if she wanted to make things better having already destroyed so much. “Perhaps he’d see you if you got on your knees and begged.”

Arina swallowed her revulsion. “Got on my knees only to stab him in the back, you mean?”

“Why not whisper how much you love him right before you press the dagger into his ribs?” Amarantha suggested, revealing the same dagger Eris had taken from her. “Let it be the final words between you.”

“Why this dagger?” Arina questioned, reaching for the jeweled hilt sitting at her bare feet. “Poisoning him would be far easier.”

“Ah, there’s a trick to this blade,” Amrantha told her, delight burning in her beetle black eyes. “It keeps a soul trapped until I have use of them. A king is a useful toy to have in my possession. Now, I want you to take your pretty little self back to his bed and plead with him until he is close enough you can drive this into his body. But just in case you think to defy me…”

Amarantha snapped her fingers and in an instant, heavy, iron shoes were strapped to Arina’s once bare feet. She watched in horror as the metal began to warm, the metal brightening until the heat was overwhelming. Shrieking, she reached to pull them off only to scald her fingertips.

“You like to dance, don’t you? Consider this an incentive. Kill Eris Vanserra or dance for me until I’m no longer amused. Understand?”

Arina nodded, tears streaming down her face. All at once, the metal began to cool, though not quick enough for her liking. She couldn’t move her feet without touching skin to the contraption. “Take these off.”

“Oh, I think I’ll leave them. Just in case,” Amarantha said with a sharp-toothed smile. “I want you to think only of me and just how unpleasant my displeasure will be should you fail me a second time.”

With a snap of her fingers, Amarantha was gone. The door to her cell was still open—as if it mattered. And though Arina’s feet were burned, she was mostly intact. Arina counted her breaths, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her dress as she waited for night to fall.

Minutes felt like days, the hours stretching miserably. With no windows and only the dim torchlight just outside her cell, Arina had no way of telling time. While she waited, Arina picked at the metal shoes that held her feet. There had to be a way out of them, though it felt like the more she tugged, the tighter they adhered to her skin.

Finally, she heard the clipped sound of boots against stone followed by the pale, lined face of the man she’d married. Eris took her in, eyes sweeping her curled form, the dagger balancing on her knees and the iron shoes now strapped against her feet.

“She came?” he whispered, standing in the doorframe.

“Yes,” Arina agreed, biting her lower lip. “She brought me this.”

“Did she explain its importance?”

“It’s imbued with magic…it’ll trap you. This isn’t about you, Eris. It’s about Elain,” she whispered, waiting to see what would happen next. Eris had asked her to trust him and she had, though that had only resulted in her being thrown in the dungeons while he ordered the guards not to speak a word that she was there. He’d get to decide what happened to her and having spent three days alone in the dark, Arina was beginning to wonder if he wouldn’t just kill her after all.

Eris crossed the filthy cell, joining her gingerly on the bench. He was so wildly out of place in his fine clothes.

“Are you hurt?”

Arina wanted to cry. “I’m okay,” she lied, unwilling to tell him the truth. Just in case. Eris reached for her face, sweeping his thumb over her cheek.

“You’re not. But you will be. Are you ready for what comes next?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on,” Eris said, offering Arina his hand. She hesitated before taking it, crying out softly when her injured feet touched the ground. Her knees buckled and the only thing that kept her from slamming to the stone was Eris’s arms. “You are hurt.”

“I’m fine,” she panted, though she pressed her cheek against his chest all the same. It felt good to be touched after days of utter deprivation. In her worst moments, Arina indulged in a fantasy in which Eris just never came back. Sometimes she imagined the speech he’d give in which he’d laugh at her, asking if she genuinely believed he could ever love her.

“You’re not,” Eris whispered, kissing the top of her head. “And I won’t be either if I have to sleep another night alone. This is what she wants, isn’t it? For you to charm me?”

“And then kill you,” Arina reminded him.

“I would gladly die at your hands.”

Arina had to choke back her laughter before it devolved into tears. Maybe Eris recognized it because he murmured, “It’s almost over now.”

Arina didn’t think that was true though there was no point in arguing. Eris led her out of the dungeon, hands tight around her body. If she’d thought there would be a reprieve once they were back in his bedroom, Elain was mistaken. Eris’s brothers were waiting with Elain Vanserra, all of whom looked equally furious. Not at Arina, whom Eris set gently on the bed.

“She means to trap me,” Eris told his brothers softly, taking out the blade to show them.”

“I knew it,” Elain murmured, wrapping her arms around her body. “She knows I’d bargain for your freedom.”

“You won’t,” Eris snarled, whirling on Elain as Connall picked up Arina’s damaged foot to examine the contraption binding her. “This is not the time for heroics.”

“Any soul, right?” Arina murmured as Tanwen sat on her other side. “Including hers?”

“It won’t work,” Eris began, but Lucien’s once serious gaze had brightened.

“It will work,” Lucien breathed, looking at Elain. “She’s not clever—she’ll come to gloat and that’s when we’ll have her. We can trap her until we figure out a way to kill her.”

“What about my sisters?” Elain demanded, rounding on her husband. “They’re still out there and I need to know how to free them.”

“I promise we will,” Lucien said, taking his wife's hands within his own. “I swear it. But for right now, we have to do this.”

“She’ll know—”

“She won’t,” Eris interrupted, turning to look at Arina. “You can do this, can’t you?”

Arina agreed with Elain. Amarantha would suspect a trick, would be prepared to kill them all. What were the odds she and Eris survived? It seemed impossible. Still…maybe it was better to go down trying than it was to lay down and accept defeat. And if there was a chance they could be together, Arina had to take it.

“Do you trust me?” Eris asked, turning the full weight of his amber eyes on her. She saw his hope, his determination.

“Tell me what to do.”

ERIS: Eris felt Arina’s legs straddle his hips. In other circumstances it would have been a dream to know she wanted to be on top of him. Now it was all he could do to keep himself still and quiet and let her work. He could feel her trembling hands, could all but taste her fear. She didn’t think this would work.

Neither did Eris, truthfully. Still, they had to try. The alternative was losing Arina and Eris wasn’t willing to accept that. They were so close. All she had to do was take that knife and cut exactly where he’d told her to. After that, everything was out of their hands.

Eris felt the knife pierce his clothes, felt the warm gush of blood spill against the bed. Arina whispered, “I’m so sorry,” before dropping the knife loudly to the floor just as they’d agreed.

“So sweet,” came a twisted, crooning voice from the dark. Eris didn’t dare move even as Arina scrambled back, her metal clad feet clanking against the marble floors. “If only love was enough to save you. It’s nothing personal.”

Arina cried out, knees buckling as the room illuminated in a sickening, orange glow. Her shoes had ignited in the moments after Amarantha’s arrival, forcing her to either hop foot to foot in some sick kind of dance or frantically try and get them off her feet.

Eris rose from his place in bed, their plan already falling apart.

“Tell me where little Elain Archeron is, and I’ll spare your pretty wife, princeling.”

Eris didn’t dare look at his wife lest he ruin the entire thing. Her death wouldn’t be on his hands. He could play it cool just long enough to free them, if only temporarily. Gesturing absently, he said, “She’s around.”

“Call for her,” Amarantha ordered. Eris heard Arina whimper at his feet and dug his nails against his palms to keep himself from reaching for her. They were so close. Elain could fix this for them—Eris knew it. She’d see the pieces laid before her and she’d make it happen.

So Eris called for her, well aware Elain was merely in the next room surrounded by his brothers. Amarantha must have known it too, because her head turned toward the closet doors before Elain ever emerged.

With one hand resting on her rounded stomach, Elain was the picture of serene grace. Like she hadn’t once survived an attempt on her life by the same witch now standing in front of her. Eris was in hell watching things play out, all the while having to see Arina writhe below, forgotten by everyone but him. How long could her feet remain in that contraption before they were no longer of any use to her?

Grinding his teeth, Eris forced himself to remain where he was, still bloodied from the blade before. Of course the blood was fake—but it was only ever meant to lure Amarantha to him. She wanted Eris dead but not so badly she couldn’t resist trying to get Elain back, too. Her hubris would be her undoing, though Eris wasn’t fool enough to think they’d manage anything but containing the witch today.

“Look at you,” Amarantha breathed, ignoring the way the metal around Arina’s feet glowed orange. Eris and Elain met each others gaze in the dark, her resolve unmistakable even as she jutted out her bottom lip and held her stomach protectively.

Was Lucien losing his mind behind the door? Eris thought he understood how his brother must feel. If he had to wait another minute, someone was going to die.

Probably him.

“You’ve been busy,” Armantha breathed, her focus wholly on Elain. “You look ready to burst.”

“What do you want?” Elain asked, adjusting her stance in an attempt to look threatening. She failed—miserably—but Amarantha wasn’t looking at Arina on the floor. The witch didn’t see how Arina’s fingers curled around that dagger, sliding it slowly across the floor where Eris was able to catch it beneath the toe of his boot.

“What do I want?” Amarantha cackled, throwing her head back so her blood red hair cascaded like a river of blood down her back. With her attention on Elain, Eris crouched as slowly as he dared, eyes locked with his wife. If he failed, they’d all die here and his kingdom would crumble to ruins. His heart swam in his stomach as ice flooded up his spine, causing his fingers to tremble ever so slightly.

They would succeed, he told himself, if only because they had to.

“If you leave them alone, I’ll give it to you,” Elain breathed, causing Lucien to finally emerge from behind the door, hand on his blade.

“No!” Lucien interrupted, causing just enough of a commotion that no one caught Eris rise to his feet, blade in hand. “No, Elain—”

“Let the girl speak!” Amarantha ordered, wholly focused on Elain in front of her. What did she imagine she could get? What kind of twisted bargain was she working in her mind? Elain inched closer to Eris and he knew right then what Elain wanted.

Retribution for the pain and suffering she’d experienced. For what they’d all been through. He reached for her, pulling her back to his chest so she could reach for the dagger concealed in his other hand. Elain’s fingers also trembled though no part of her expression waivered.

“What about my child?” Elain suggested as Lucien surged forward again. This time Amarantha flicked her fingers, throwing his brother roughly against the far wall.

“You’d give me your unborn baby in exchange for this man's life?”

“For everyone's life,” Elain whispered, her eyes on Amarntha. The witch stood facing Lucien, her back half-turned to Elain. All they needed was one more diversion from his brother and they could make their move. “I can have more children.”

“Your first two children,” Amarantha crooned. “There are twins in there.”

Lucien moaned, pushing himself to his feet. “Elain, this is madness. They’re our babies—”

“We can have more,” she said, her voice heavy with sorrow. Eris nearly believed Elain’s grief. “You want them both?”

Amarantha’s joy was obscene. “Yes. Both your babes, in exchange for the lives in this room.”

There was a trick to her words—some game they were all missing. Arina whimpered, dragging herself closer to Eris while trying desperately not to touch her skin against the scalding metal contraptions.

“No!” Lucien roared, running forward to head butt Amarantha. It was the distraction they needed. The witch turned her attention toward Eris’s brother just as Elain stepped forward and buried her blade in Amarantha’s neck. The witch let out a blood curdling laugh, head thrown back even as blood began to pour from the wound.

“Foolish girl,” she hissed, the words gurgled from her mouth. “Now you’ll never find the eldest.”

Still holding her dagger, Elain leaned forward. “I’ll find her and when we’re reunited, we’ll be back to kill you.”

“We shall see,” Amarantha replied, her edges fading into the room. It took another moment before the knife Elain held clattered to the floor, leaving only a pool of blood behind.

“Get these off me,” Arina whispered, prompting the room into a flurry of movement. Lucien reached for Elain, pulling her into his body as she cried into his chest, swearing she would never have given up their unborn children.

The metal burned Eris’s fingertips badly, but in the end he managed to get them off Arina’s feet and haul her up into his arms before Elain ever finished apologizing.

“That dagger doesn’t leave my sight,” Eris ordered, nodding at Elain to put it on his side table while he set Arina gently to the bed. “Holy fucking gods.”

“Everyone is okay,” Elain murmured, but Eris wasn’t having it.

“Get out,” he added. It had been days since he’d last seen his wife.

And he wanted to talk to her.

#erina #i know i know- ive been avoiding everyone asking if im okay #im not okay but im alive

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wolven91 · 10 months

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Lucky Human Feet

Vix stared at the thin pink thing as it bumbled around its workshop. It had sequestered itself into what was essentially a storeroom off from main engineering and converted it into a workshop suited for its smaller size.

Vix gnashed her teeth in confused frustration. Humans were pointless on a voyage like this, why would they bring such a ridiculously fragile thing? She was going to grab it by its pathetic little neck and shake it until an answer fell out!

As she got up to stomp over to him before she made it even a few feet from her desk, her pile of sensitive components fell over. They themselves didn’t bother her, but the lopeljack’s cover required her to keep up appearances and made a mad grab for them. By the time she had finished restacking the tokens of her disguise, the human had left and for the time she forgot about the human and his infuriating existence until later on in the evening.

That evening. Vix was sat in the bar on board the large craft with the rest of the crew that were no longer on shift. The only reason she remembered her original thought now was because she saw the human trying to pull himself up onto the bar stool nearby. He was her target, she was not to move against him yet, only observe and report back to her contact.

She rolled her eyes at the childlike display; they truly were useless creatures.

"Why must we be laboured with those cretins?" The lopeljack asked the group who were also sitting at her table, it was more as a rhetorical question, Vix not really expecting an answer.

"''Cos we'd be stupid not to." Replied her superior, and lead engineer, plainly.

She had to defer to this superior for the time being. Only for as long as she needed.

She respected him; he knew his stuff and had the scars to prove he learned his lessons. But her barely hidden look of contempt should have told him her opinion on his statement. He smiled ruefully before going into more detail, interpreting her disdain for lack of experience, rather than frustration. She was one of the highly trained lopeljacks, she had travelled further across the galaxy than he may have, seen, met and killed more species than him.

"I get you're new, but I think there's something you should know about our 'pathetic' friends. No ship with something important to do, should ever leave port without a human on board." He said 'sagely'.

"For hellspawns sake; Why?!" She demanded.

"They're lucky."

She gave him a withering stare, there was no such thing as luck. Only skill.

"Despite a whole galaxy worth of creatures that would eat them with ease, they live. Despite their world, statistically, having killed them off millenia ago, they live. Despite all the hardships their people have been subjected to getting to the stars; they live." He shook his head, mane whipping back and forth before he continued.

"Every time something terrible is to befall them, something gets in the way. They aren't invincible, their conservation status can attest to that, but it's as if invisible spirits will always try to tip the scales in their favour… If one is allied with a human, one is protected by this unseen force."

Vix looked back at the human, currently chatting up the bartender. The inherent ability to survive and succeed despite multiple moments of destruction, it was beyond chance. Perhaps there was something to this old fool’s ramblings?

As the lopeljack watched the human, she observed them absently moving their drink to the otherside of them just as another patron fell backwards onto the bar. If the human's drink had remained... it would have spilt.

"How?" Vix demanded, turning back to her ‘boss’.

He shrugged, while drinking.

"I heard something about them having lucky feet. Apparently they used to keep lucky feet of some kind on a chain around their necks, that's just rumours though.”

Vix scratched at her chin while staring at the boot-clad appendages of her target, dangling from the bar stool.

"...lucky you say..."

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #haso #hfy #humans are space orcs #human #lopeljack #rabbit

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subwaysurf45 · 1 year

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Is it possible to do something with Bucky (maybe protective Bucky? Only if you feel it fits well though) learning that you were groomed and gaslit by an abusive ex when he sees how you’re still fighting to trust your own brain and re-learn what’s real and what your ex put in your head? I’m speaking out about my abusive ex after a year and a half of keeping quiet, and I could just use some comfort if that’s okay 🥺

hey love, of course, I can write this for you. it takes a lot of bravery for you to talk about your past experiences, I'm truly in awe. I would love to add some comfort and make a little gift for you and others who are speaking out!

Warnings: mentions of previous abuse, crying, mentinos of grooming, angsty stuff.

You stood behind the corner of the bedroom, and you could see Bucky sitting on the couch on his phone. He was wearing a dress shirt and dress pants, and a few top buttons of his shirt were undone so you could see the silver chain peak through but not the dog tags.

your hands smoothed down the front of your dress but then quickly pulled the top up to cover your chest, not doing anything to change how the dress sat on. your body.

The online order said it would fit your measurements but it was small, most likely it was supposed to be like that but you haven't worn a cocktail dress since before your last boyfriend.

no one, not even your parents, knew about the relationship. it was embarrassing to you that you let yourself fall into the trap of your boss. part of you thought you were smarter than that, but the other part wouldn't stop falling for his sweet words.

Bucky kept his eyes on his phone, "Let me know when you're ready, baby!" he called, not aggressively but loud enough to reach the washroom; that's where you told him you were.

Deep breath.

you walked around the corner and into the living room, standing in front of Bucky and smoothing the dress down again. "is this okay?"

Bucky stayed quiet for a while, "wow," he whispered, "honey, you looked great - you're definitely in the dress code, it's perfect!" he stood up and got an eye full, you let him check you in case he found something he didn't like.

"but is it okay?" you leaned forward, you weren't asking about the resturants dress code.

Bucky's speechless face fell for a moment before reaching out and touching your hips, "yes, babe, it's great," he pulled you into a hug, "you look great, you're not overdressed or underdressed - if that's what you're worried about."

you sighed, "I'm not worried about that dress code, Buck." Your arms wrapped around him.

Bucky leaned back but not too far to break your hold, "honey, if you feel uncomfortable, you can change, don't wear something for me," he smiled, "but if you want to wear that dress, I'll beat up any guy who even looks at you."

"No," you covered your face with your hands, "can you just approve this dress? are you okay with this much skin and this much makeup and this much...everything?" You slapped both hands on your thighs in frustration.

Bucky tilted his head to the side, "approve?" he was aware of your past relationship but you didn't tell him much to protect him, the moment you let your old Boss' name slip he'd be a dead man walking.

"yeah," you shrugged, "do you approve of this dress?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He took your hand, "is this a thing?" he wasn't mocking, he was asking without bringing up any triggering words. the moment you nodded he pulled you into another hug, "baby, I've said it once and I'll say it again: I really think you need to tell me everything or at least a therapist, you've gotten so much better but these little things, I mean, it kills to watch you get so worried and I don't even know what you're feeling." His hand cupped your cheek, trying to get you to look at him but your eyes were casted down.

your lip began to tremble, “sorry,” you whispered, “I know you wanted to go out tonight, I’m just ruining it,” you couldn’t be more quiet as you spoke to the floor.

Bukcy sighed, “don’t let them win, honey,” he cupped your cheek, softly swiping his thumb to collect your tears. “If you’re really not feeling it, I understand and we’ll stay in tonight, let me know.”

you took a deep breath and Bucky copied, part of you liked the feeling of his breath on your face to sooth you. “Okay,” you wiped your tears, “I won’t let them win and we can go, just let me fix my makeup.”

Bucky let your hand slip from his as you scurried off to the bathroom, he stood there and listened to you. his chest hurt from seeing the effects of past boyfriends still cling onto you, he knew you had healed so much but there were little things that never budged.

when you came out you took another deep breath and grabbed Bucky’s hand, walking out of the door and to the streel to hail a cab.

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lorcandidlucienwill · 3 months

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Elorcan

“You swear it? That you will protect me?” “I didn’t leave you to the ilken today, did I?” “Swear it.” “I promise. I will not abandon you.” “Then I will tell you what I know.” “Bigger tits won’t prove or hide anything.” “Perhaps they’ll keep men distracted just enough that they won’t ask questions.” “Husband." "Brother. I am your brother." “You are my husband. We have been married three months. Follow my lead. Men will not fear the threat of a brother. I would still be unclaimed—still be open for … invitations. I have seen how little respect men have for anything they think they are entitled to. So you are my husband until I say otherwise.” "You have no money, do you?" "Looks like I was mistaken." “Come, wife.” "Figure it out yourself." "We have a bargain, girl." “You did not specify when I had to tell you. So I may take as much time as I wish to recall details, if you desire to wring every last one of them from me.” “Do not toy with me.” “Or what? Kill me, hurt me, and you’ll still be out of answers.” “I could find some buckets, heat water, and you could bathe in here, if you want. I’ll stand watch outside.”

“I’ll offer Ombriel a coin to wash it all for you tonight.” “I have no other clothes to wear.” “You can sleep without them.” “With you in here?” “What about your own clothes?” “What of them?” “You … they’re filthy, too.” “I can wait another night.” “Why should I be the only one naked? Wouldn’t the ruse work better if you and I both took the opportunity at once?” “You are very young. And I am very old.” “How old?” “Old.” “A body is a body. You reek as badly as I do. Go sleep outside if you won’t wash.” “Fine." “How badly does it hurt every day?” “I’ve had it since I was a child. I learned to live with it.” “That’s not an answer.” “Why do you even care? You said you’d stand watch. I thought you meant outside.” “Enjoy yourself.” “My uncle … He is a commander at Morath. He … locked me in the dungeon once. His name is Vernon, and he is clever and cruel, and he will likely try to keep you alive if you are caught. He wields people to gain power for himself. He has no mercy, no soul. There is no moral code that guides him." “Would you like me to kill him for you?” "Would there be a cost?" "No." “Your foot has been ruined for years, though. He locked you in the dungeon that long?” “No. I was only in the dungeon for a week. The ankle, the chain … He did that to me long before.” "What chain." “When you kill my uncle, ask him yourself.” “Molly will be begging you to stay, you realize.” “Is that your professional prediction?” “Did you sell your shirt, too?” “Got ten coppers from a farmer’s wife for it.” “That’s disgusting.” “Money is money. I suppose you don’t need to worry about it, with all the gold you’ve got stashed.”

“Marion was my mother’s name. She died defending Aelin Galathynius from her assassin. My mother bought Aelin time to run—to get away so she could one day return to save us all. My uncle, Vernon, watched and smiled as my father, the Lord of Perranth, was executed outside our castle. Then he took my father’s title and lands and home. And for the next ten years, my uncle locked me in the highest tower of Perranth Castle, with only my nursemaid for company. When I broke my foot and ankle, he did not trust healers enough to let them treat it. He kept bars on the tower windows to keep me from killing myself, and shackled my ankles to keep me from running. I left for the first time in a decade when he shoved me into a prison wagon and dragged me down to Morath. There, he made me work as a servant—for the humiliation and terror he delights in. I planned and dreamed of escaping every day. And when the time came … I took my chance. I did not know about the ilken, had only heard rumors of fell things being bred in the mountains beyond the Keep. I have no lands, no money, no army to offer Aelin Galathynius. But I will find her—and help her in whatever way I can. If only to keep just one girl, just one, from ever enduring what I did.” “I am over five hundred years old. I am blood-sworn to Queen Maeve of the Fae, and I am her second-in-command. I have done great and terrible things in her name, and I will do more before death comes to claim me. I was born a bastard on the streets of Doranelle, ran wild with the other discarded children until I realized my talents were different. Maeve noticed, too. I can kill faster—I can sense when death is near. I think my magic is death, given to me by Hellas himself. I am in these lands on behalf of my queen—though I came without her permission. She might very well hunt me down and kill me for it. If her sentinels arrive looking for me, it is in your best interest to pretend not to know who and what I am.” “Do you have a family?” “No.” “Do you have friends?” “No.” “Then you and I are the same in that regard, at least.” “I’m going to Eyllwe. Take me ashore and I’ll wash my hands of you as easily as you washed the blood of that man off yours.” "Did you not hear what I said? Take me to shore.” “No.” “No?” “The river veered southward two miles ago. From the map in the cabin, we can take it straight south, then find the fastest route to Banjali. Turns out, I now have business with Aelin Galathynius, too. Congratulations, Lady. You just got yourself a guide to Eyllwe.” “As far as anyone’s concerned, you’re still my wife.” "I will always find you. I promise." "I will always find you too, Lorcan." “I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”

“I love you. I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken. And I will be with you …I will be with you always.” "No." "I love you. I have loved you, from the moment you came to fight for me against Vernon and the ilken. And when I heard you were somewhere on that battlefield, the only thing I wanted was to be able to tell you that. It was the only thing that mattered.” "Ask me to stay." "Stay." "Ask me to come to Perranth with you." "Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me, Lorcan Salvaterre?" "I'll think about it." “It’s just … I’m Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name. Lord Lorcan Lochan?" “I’ll use it with pride every damned day for the rest of my life. I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it. And when we are wed, I will bind my life to yours. So we will never know a day apart. Never be alone, ever again.”

#elorcan #elorcan trash #anyway...brb gtg cry from this #lorcan salvaterre #elide lochan #lord lorcan lochan

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Fargo Season Five: Finale thoughts.

I AM UNWELL. I have never seen a piece of television so beautiful. More of me just rambling and processing my thoughts beneath the cut. Spoilers naturally for the season.

Oh boy. I’m going to start this off by saying preemptively that I know there is going to be a portion of the audience who feels underwhelmed by this finale. In comparison to seasons past, this last episode was surprisingly lite on the blood. The epic showdown and fantastic shoot outs that Fargo has become known for was quite literally skipped over. The feeling is anti-climatic and that won’t sit well with some.

But here’s why I don’t give a shit and wouldn’t have it any other way.

This season wound us up. It brought us to a place where we were on the edge of our seats, so certain that the only way out for Dorthy, if she got out at all was going to be pathed in blood and bodies. We thought that the only way for Dorthy to be free was to rip and tear and destroy all who tried to stand in her way. We wouldn’t have blamed her. What else can she do, in a world that is kill or be killed. Fight or die. Conquer or be conqured.

But that was never the point of Dot’s story. Her story has been about how to live this entire time, and the secret to living is not more death. It’s acceptance and forgiveness. It’s empathy for your fellow man and a helping hand. It’s sacrifice, doing the right thing even when it costs us everything.It’s learning to bear the burden of the unfair, because those sacrifices are rarely made by the people with the most to give and the least to lose. It’s giving what you can, and leveraging the privileges you have for the greater good and learning to appreciate those around you. It’s putting aside our bias to find common ground and appreciate the best in each other. It’s a meal made with helping hands. It’s oatmeal cookies. It’s a buttery biscuit. It’s love.

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I will forever love this season for giving me Dot’s story. For telling a story about abusers and survivors without the cinderella syndrome. For showing abuse survivors as they are in reality : complex human beings with flaws, phobias, bias, and toxic coping mechanisms just like everyone else. The only truly innocent character in the entire season was Scotty, a child and that is purposeful. Everyone else is just human, and it’s the choices they make that are important and define their fates.

Roy chooses to be a cowardly monster until the very end and so Lorraine sentences him to a lifetime of feeling the suffering he’s dealt to others. Feeling what it is to be weak and small and violated and at the mercy of the system. We stan a queen.

Lorraine didn’t have to open Dot’s file and hear her truth, or accept it for that matter and at first she had no interest in educating herself about the woman she disdained and tried to discard. But she chose to open that file and reckon with Dot’s past, and not only that she let it change her and how she lived going forward. It changes her for the better in small but significant ways. It saves Dot, preserves her family and allows for the chain of events that lead to Roy getting his just deserts. *Side note, Dot hugging her and her not knowing how to deal with such a kind touch and intimate moment is such a mood. 😆 I laughed out loud.

Indira was laden down by a man who could only love himself, but still she chose to get up every day and try to serve her community. Even when nobody else cared, she cared about finding the truth and helping the real victim in it even if it cost her everything. The only person she didn’t know how to fight for was herself but Dot and Lorraine showed her how. We stan a principled Queen who knows her own value!

Witt. 😭 😭 😭 In a lot of ways Indira and Witt are two sides of the same coin. They are both sentinels. Principled individuals who truly want to serve the greater good. And it’s so meaningful that the two characters showing us what true justice - true law and order - should look like, are marginalized individuals. While Indira’s struggles as a brown woman in the police force are less pronounced for a more internal subplot, the narrative does such a beautiful job of showing us the battle against external powers through Whitt. He is a state trooper. A good and dignified man worthy of his badge and yet his authority is always challenged and he is constantly reminded by those around him that he is less than. There’s a huge emphasis on names and their meaning throughout the season, and the importance of what we call people. But few characters bother to remember his name. He’s called Boy or Son more than any other character on the show. Every time he stands up for Dorthy and goes into battle we’re made aware of his powerlessness despite the badge he wears. He’s powerless to stop Gator stealing evidence. He’s consistently demeaned and threatened, and yet he chooses to bear it all with grace. He chooses to stay his course and help Dot, even when he has the least power and the most to lose. He dies alone, without backup and the last words he hears are Roy’s “Don’t fight it, it’s over now Son.” It’s not fair. It’s not right. But in so many ways he saved Dot’s life. He’s a big part of the reason she gets to go home. She’s the last character to say his name. “I’m looking for my trooper. Whitt Farr.” I cried. Still crying.

Gator. Gator, Gator, Gator, Gator. 😭 I will probably do a longer post about this someday when I’ve fully processed it all, but for now… I was fully expecting for Gator to have a “last moment act of goodness” through killing Roy, and probably die himself. My Billy girlies know what I am talking about. I’ve seen it over and over again in books and movies. I have talked about this many times over the years in multiple fandoms, but our society loves to write “the human villain” for their capacity to emotionally hook an audience. But they have no idea what to do with that humanity once it is written, and that’s because we ourselves barely know how to live once we’ve been at our lowest and done our worst. We don’t know how to forgive ourselves or others, and we don’t know how to heal and move on. We’re afraid of the work required when you live past the redemptive moment. We resent the work required and the loneliness of it. It’s boring and difficult and messy and it never seems to end. It’s so much easier just to write characters who either choose not to change or die sacrificially. But we need more than that. We need to see and to believe that it’s worth it - clawing your way through the dark, searching for light - doing the right thing and learning from the pain of yesterday. We also need to know that we will find someone waiting on the other side for us, who sees that struggle and believes in our potential. This is what Billy Hargrove deserved. This is what anyone who has ever been abused and abandoned deserves. This is what everyone who wants to change and chooses to do it deserves.

Ole. What a phenomenal use of magical realism this character is. He is the man who has swallowed the sins of mankind for centuries. He’s carried the burden of our atrocities and our most inhumane impulses until he forgot his name, his place of birth, or even how to dream. Until he became a function of the system. Tit for tat. Eye for eye. The man who ensures that the debtors pay their debts. A soldier. Until he became a code and forgot how to be a man. His use of the third person as if he is narrating the life of All Men from some position outside himself is so profound in the face of the truth he finally shares with Dot and her family. A truth he’s probably never shared before. He echos Gator’s character in a fashion. He’s a soldier who doesn’t know how to dream, a victim of an unjust system, but deep down he yearns to be better.

The old woman whose house he invades is never named, simply called “Mama Munch” and we see how he takes on an almost childlike role with her. She asks him what he wants, and the answer is pancakes - reminiscent of Scotty’s love of all things breakfast for dinner - and it’s of course deeper than pancakes. He wants to feel a mother’s love and a child’s ability to take comfort in it. But he can’t. Because he has invaded her life, and even when he guards the door the war gets inside. She’s abused by an ungrateful child and then killed on her own front step. Ole came to Dot’s house to continue the cycle and perform the only function he knows, but Dot reminds him that he can choose. He can choose to stop swallowing the fruit of the poisoned tree. He can choose to remember beautiful things. He can choose mercy. He can choose kindness. He can forgive and he too can be forgiven.

Dorthy Lyon’s story was always about more than survival of the fittest. It was about more than the fight to live on and get back to the people who loved her and find a safe space for herself. Her story was about rejecting the lie we’ve all been told since birth.

That life is like a prison. You’re born and then you’re shuffled into groups, separated by class and race, and within those groups the strongest rise to the top. And until death it’s an endless fight to take take, and hold onto what you take.

Dot’s story presents us with an alternative viewpoint. That life can be devastating, but it can also be beautiful and it all comes down to who we choose to be.

#fargo #fargo s5 #fargo spoilers #gator tillman #Dorthy Lyon #reaction #And that my friends is how you WRITE A SHOW

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lyomeii · 2 years

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Platonic! Gojo Satoru and Claude with a reincarnated darling (separate)

->warnings: yandere theme, death ( not to reader ), manipulation, threats

-> request by @animeketsu-yander Excuse me if I sound too simp or frantic, but I'm not kidding when I say I LOVE, REALLY LOVE your work. Anyway I digressed from the topic, can I get 2 platonic yandere in general for a teenage female reader? The yandere would be claude de alger obelia (was that right?) and gojo satoru, with his daughter reader. You can make them general, and if you can make her reincarnated. I don't know, ah I forgot this... Please 🙏 and thank you 🙂

->a/n: TOOK WAY MUCH TIME TO WRITE THAN I WANTED!!!! But i hope you like

-> the common trope happened and you are now reborn as a daughter of a powerful character who has many enemies

-> if that remote sounds good and something that you should take advantage of it, you feel that he is not acting right, at least how you remember him while you were a fan

-> but what could go wrong? you are just the daughter of…

GOJO SATORU

-> in the original story, he didn’t has a child and probably wouldn’t imagine to have one but with many flings with random women resulted in you, the only kid of the most powerful sorcerer of the current time

-> and definitely panicked when you realized that, being a sorcerer in this universe is a dream that you fantasy it about many times but as gojo daughter made it a nightmare,

-> knowing that having his blue eyes meaning you are easy recognizable by many curses spirits and that why you avoid going out without a sunglasses, blending into your style, but sometimes didn’t work

-> curses would notice your energy from afar and try to attack you almost every day, forcing you to learn how to control your energy and become a sorcerer to fight

-> and well, gojo didn’t like that, since your birth, he saw you as a fragile kid and promised to protect you from anything, even your mother who tried to take you away from him, he won’t let anyone attack you

-> and that’s how you ended trapped inside the tokyo jujutsu high, loving inside those walls knowing you are constantly watching by your father and his associates

-> unfortunately, you did try to escape from school and as expected, you got caught by your father… he said if you ever tried again to do it, he would seal you and trapped you somewhere where the sun would never reach

-> now, you live inside those walls as a perfect child, one that obey your father no matter what and never try to escape again

-> with chains around your neck charmed to seem like jewelry to make sure you would never try to escape again, after all, you don’t want to be shocked, do you?

-> and the students know better than helping you escape, while they act like your friends and speak as your situation is normal, they care about you, know how dangerous the worlds is for a member of the gojo clan and sweat to protect you from the outside

CLAUDE DE ALGER OBELIA

-> a bad situation, a really bad one and you might want to know why and that’s something easy to answer

-> not only the entire story of wmmap being a isekai story of the mc getting reincarnated into the “ lovely princess” story and trying to survive in this world

-> but he also killed anathasia in the past life and well, he didn’t seem to regret it at all and there is a chance he would do that again

-> and your position as the older sister of Anathasia only made the entire situation even worst than you wanted and planned

-> so you copy Anathasia’s plan getting the good side of the maids of the palace was something you copied without shame, but unlike her, you didn’t hide any jewelry around the old palace, instead you got closer to a maid because of what you would do

-> you slowly manipulate the maid into become your mother figure, saying “ ma” to her as your first words and acting as a child she never had, hugging her legs, asking to be carried by her and referring her as your “ mother”

-> and one day, you cried on in front of her, speaking how you had a dream where you would die in hands of the evil emperor and well, that made the maid escape from the palace with you

-> the day she fired herself, saying that she would now live away while trying to open a store way far from the capital and the palace, was the same day you hide inside her suitcase and got start your new life

-> for years, you lived in peace, knowing that the plot is happening and you are living the best, in a small but beautiful house with your mother while working at the bakery, a not luxurious life but you are happy that you aren’t destined to die

-> until it happened, couple of months after the plot ended, a carriage appear in your house, one that you know is from the palace and the people who climbed down is the one you are expecting

-> Claude and Anathasia, both dressed in the most beautiful clothes ready to take you home, where you truly belong since the beginning but before, they need to kill the responsible for taking you away from them

-> the moment you are back to the palace, you aren’t leaving anyone, spending your time with your father and sister most of the day, and during the rates moments where neither of them can be with you, be sure that many guards will watch you from afar

-> Claude won’t admit, but when he got closer to anathasia and learn that you disappeared, his heart got heavier, he never saw you before and the moment he got closer to his daughter, you went missed

-> so he promised himself to find you and destroy the responsible for taking you away from your true family

-> they already lost you once and will make sure to that never happens again, and if you ever try to escape from them, you will get your legs break for some time

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere platonic x reader #yandere platonic #claude de alger obelia x reader #yandere claude de alger obelia #claude de alger obelia x you #yandere who made me a princess #who made me a princess x reader #who made me a princess #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #yandere manhwa

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wayfayrr · 11 months

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👾 anon here

Sage kinda would have to be a house husband since he is from hyrule and not from here making him not have any documents of his birth, pretty much making it harder for him to get a job or anything that has to do with people needing to know of his birth and I doubt people would believe that he came from a video game especially knowing how his ears look more human than hylian and half of his arm is missing and people would question that and look at reader thinking their suspicious and they have done something terrible to sage like kidnapping and sage wouldn't want that. Sage would probably have an interest of true crime shows because he would be able to pick the bad and good habits that killers did to or get caught and find the things that would kill a person more efficiently. Because of him now only having one arm he is gunna need help for some tasks like the ones where you need both arms altho he wants to prove that he is perfect to be a house husband for reader which the hole needing help to open a jar might break that to him but that is a plus cause that means reader would have to be with him as it can be used to bond and to get their attention to him instead of the chain. Being at reader's world now would Legend's hair be turn more normal he would probably have only few streaks of pink hair and twilight marks look faded like their old tattoos and much for the favor of sage those two would not turn into their animal forms as much and I think hyrule would feel much weaker as he is a fairy. Hyrule would probably try to learn modern medicine from shows and twilight would probably tag along sage when he is farming or going to the farmers market. Maybe one of them becomes a influencer to help reader with the bills since now there isn't just two people living but more than twelve if you count the others and reader.

@neverchecking, @lovanmari MORE HOUSE HUSBAND SAGE!!!

AKSMSDKCVM BECAUSE WARS AS AN INFLUENCER 💀 It'd have to be him of any links, He's already got the looks. wild could be his camera man since he'd be hopeless with tech. And you're so right, reader would be DONE with how they're having to provide for everyone now. If any of the links offered to help, they'd be readers new favourite instantly - much to everyone else's jealousy.

as for some of the other points 👾, Sage very much volunteered but at the same time reader would be in so much trouble if he was found without any ID, there's a chance he'd try to forge some just to make it easier on them so they don't have to be as stressed about him going out or getting arrested themselves there isn't a single way he'd let that happen after all. But Wind would be the real issue - adults can somewhat slide, excuses for loosing things sure. but a kid? Reader is fucked if that ever got picked up on, and school is a whole different problem to deal with.

As for legend and the others, his hair would probably stay the same - sure the magic has gone, but it's not like hair dye doesn't exist here. The same could go for Twi's markings since they could be written off as a tattoo permanent without the magic so you're right about how they'd fade over time. It's less like the looks are the issue, it's just the magic isn't there anymore and anything - like their ears, Hyrule's fairy side and sage's arm have no way to fit into the real world so they get lost over time. ALSO POOR HYRULE, He's going to be bed sick for at least a week while his body adjusts. DO YOU THINK SAGE IS BAD WITH JUST AN ARM MISSING?? RULIE CAN'T MOVE AND HE'S NOT PLAYING IT UP AS MUCH AS HE COULD. While I do like the idea of Sage losing his arm within the real world as well, I feel like it wouldn't be completely lost. Reader would be constantly reassuring him that he's good enough and perfect as he is, only encouraging him to do it even more ✨✨. But if it was he would play it up for so many sympathy points, begging reader to open jars, to have them dote on him when he gets phantom pains and suspiciously only having it play up when the others want reader attention.

#I love the Househusband Au so much TT #I think I might actually put together a Hc's list when I get the time #all the dif links reactions #👾 anon #moss✦answers #househusband Sage #yandere linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #lu sage #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu twilight

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harlequin-hangout · 1 year

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The Winter Storm: Part 2

Series Master List | Bucky Barnes Master List

Part 1 | Part 3

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: minor alcohol use, guns, violence, ⚠️Intimidation⚠️, screaming, extremely minor Self deprecation, smut, let me know if I missed anything

Contains: Angst, fluff, Anger, temper, abuse depending on your trauma, mildly extreme injuries, sexual tension thicker than America's Ass

Word Count: 4.5k

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Summary: You've been taken to a safe house, though you aren't sure where. With impending danger looming over you day in and day out, is there enough time to learn to defend yourself? Who are the moles inside of Pierce Enterprises? Why does your heart skip a beat every time Mr. Barnes walks by? . . . The Avalache has fallen and the Winter Storm is here. Are you prepared?

For Christmas, you went missing. Not that you had anyone around to really miss you; your life had revolved around work for the past eight months, and your family lived across the country. You didn’t talk to them much, so they probably didn’t even realize you were gone. Mr. Barnes had taken you upstate to a remote cabin. It was cozy, not at all what you expected from a Mafia boss and Fixer, but it was nice. A Fixer. You still hadn’t wrapped your head around that completely. In a span of less than 72 hours you had come in contact with two of the three leaders of White Watch, then betrayed one of them. You should be dead. You should be imprisoned in some basement or chained to a chair in some dark room never to see the light of day again. The Fixer was the most important member of any criminal organization. When someone or something became a problem or threatened to cause a mess the Fixer was sent out to clean it up. Violently, remorselessly, and without witnesses. Cold, calculating, and absolutely ruthless. And the most infamous Fixer in the country slept in the room next door.

It was only a little after five in the morning, but you couldn’t sleep. This week had been way too much for you to handle and it was taking a toll on your ability to sleep. Mr. Barnes would be awake in a couple hours, and you knew that meant more training. You had a love/hate relationship with training. On one hand, being that close to Mr. Barnes was something that you’d come to find exhilarating. You’d always had a thing for dangerous men, and he was extremely easy on the eyes. Every time he taught you a takedown or an evasive technique you could feel his muscles tensing beneath the white t-shirt he wore. You did your best not to let your eyes linger on a specific area of his black sweatpants, but the smirk on his face every time he caught you told you that he didn’t mind. Hell, if you didn’t know better, then you’d think he outright enjoyed the attention. You’d only met the man a week ago, and you were little more than a charge. Why did that sting to think about? You shook your head, trying to erase the thought from your brain, and jumped when you heard the front door open. Mr. Barnes was still asleep in the other room, you had heard him talking in his sleep when you got out of bed. To your knowledge, no one else knew where this place was. The door latches quietly, and you hear the click of the lock. You press yourself back into the window nook, attempting to hide yourself in the shadows of the corner. Mr. Barnes had insisted you start carrying a knife, but you’d left it on your bedside table.

“Of all the fucking days to be stupid and careless,” you thought to yourself. You heard heavy footsteps on the wooden floor as a shadowed figure made its way through the dark towards Mr. Barnes’s room. You were absolutely frozen. What could you do? You had no idea if this person was a friend or here to kill someone. . . To kill you. As soon as the figure stepped into the short hallway that would obscure you from his view, you silently creep to the front door and grab the crowbar used for knocking icicles off of the cabin’s roof. Silently thanking yourself for not putting on slippers, you follow the shadow to the hallway. You raise the crowbar, mentally preparing yourself as much as possible to try and bash someone’s head in. In one swift motion the man flings the door open and–

“RISE AND SHINE, BUCK, IT’S FIELD TRIP DAY– Jesus fucking Christ!” The man jumps back suddenly, the relieved squeak you made finally alerting him to your presence. You yelp, drop the crowbar, and scramble backwards. Your chest heaves as Mr. Barnes groans and a pillow hits the stranger squarely in the back of the head.”

“Five more minutes, Rogers. Ain’t you got any respect for a man’s sleep?”

“Your little guest there not only managed to sneak up on me, but almost took a crowbar to my back. Want to fill me in there?” Barnes’s friend took a couple steps forward extending his hand to help you up. Hesitantly, you took it. His grip was strong, and his pull even stronger. He hauled you to your feet as though you weighed nothing.

“Name’s Steve Rogers. Most people call me either Rogers or Cap. What’s your name, Hon?”

“Y/N,” you answered, your voice trembling a little because of the adrenaline in your system.

“You really know how to pick ‘em, Buck. This one has some bite to her, and she’s a dime. When did you start managing to pull quality dames?” Mr. Barnes’s voice was gravelly, still dripping with the memory of the sleep that had just been so unceremoniously ripped away from him.

“What, like you could pull better? Didn’t you have to beg the eight you saw at the Gala just to get her phone number?” As Mr. Barnes stepped out of the room, you could see a satisfied grin plastered on his face. His messy brown hair framed his strong jawline, and – oh god, he was shirtless. You weren’t prepared for how the sweatpants rose low on his hips and accentuated that V-line . . . Barnes’s expression turned smug as he once again caught you staring, but said nothing as he turned his attention to Rogers. “She’s the one Widow should have mentioned to you. Pierce’s Civilian pawn. He’s getting reckless again, and he doesn’t care who he hurts.”

“Buck, Widow hasn’t checked in since before the Gala.” Concern creased the faces of both men, and the room somehow grew colder. “Tell me everything that’s happened.”

As the men made their way to the kitchen table both Mr. Barnes and Rogers sent several texts. Probably about this Widow person. You silently hoped they were okay. Mr. Barnes filled Rogers in on the events of the past week, and you started making coffee. You needed something to do to keep your mind even, plus it gave you an excuse to stay in the kitchen and attempt to get a read on the newcomer.

“So he just threw her at you?” Rogers inquired.

“Like he was doing her a favor, yeah. Didn’t even give her any information about what she was getting into.” They were definitely close. Old friends or old colleagues? Possibly both. They were too familiar to be just co workers. . . Is that what you call two mobsters? Co-workers? The smell of coffee began to fill the air.

“Would either of you like some?” You interrupted the silence following Barnes’s last statement.

“Yeah! Thanks, Y/N. Got any sugar?” Rogers responded warmly. You grabbed a mug and the sugar substitute that Mr. Barnes kept for coffee.

“There you go, Mr. Rogers. Mr. Barnes, do you want any?” Rogers laughed. A rich, genuine sound that you didn;t expect to hear in a mob safe house so far away from civilization.

“Mr. Rogers is a little too formal for my taste, Hon. Just Rogers, or Steve if that’s easier for you.” He glanced over at Mr. Barnes, his face one of absolute mischief. “I thought you said you weren’t involved, Mr. Barnes.” You feel your face go bright red, realizing immediately what Steve was implying. Even through the embarrassment, you had to admit it. Mr. Barnes was a top, and that was hot as hell.

“We’ve been living together for a week, Doll, and because of training,” he emphasized the word, shooting a subtle glare in Steve’s direction, “we’ve been pretty close to each other. Call me Bucky, not Mr. Barnes. Coffee would be great.” You pour a mug, placing it in front of him. You already knew he liked to pretend he liked his coffee black, but always slipped in some cinnamon when he thought you weren’t looking. You added some while Steve was distracted and placed the mug in front of Bucky. You turned, but not before you saw his smile. People had never really cared for him in small ways, that much he’d admitted to. Tends to happen when you’re one of the country’s most feared Fixers. You turn back to your coffee pot, hiding your grin in your mug.

“There’s one thing that still confuses me,” Steve said in between sips. “If you weren’t involved with Pierce’s drug business, then why didn’t he just tell you the report would be corrected and move on?”

“Well . . . best I can tell, he thought someone had sent me. He didn’t figure out that I was clueless until he’d already said too much. I’ve always been good at reading people, and he took notice. I guess he figured he could use that. I didn’t know anything until I got in the car, and even then just that I was supposed to “analyze a new player” or something like that, because he doesn’t like unknowns.”

“Why didn’t you run?”

“Because he locked her in a room with him, alone, then threatened to make her disappear if she didn’t comply.” Bucky fielded the question for you, his tone serious as the grave. Steve’s whole demeanor changed. Gone was the happy friend pushing Bucky’s buttons. Instead, his eyes hardened and he felt colder than ice as he uttered the words

“Don’t disappoint me.” You dropped your mug. It all made sense. You could feel your heart rate increase, and you fought the pit in your stomach.

“You’re Avalanche.” You felt the sound resonate in your vocal cords. You heard the words, but you couldn’t fathom that you’d been the one to speak them. The final member of the Triumvirate was sitting right in front of you. And you’d tried to beat him with a crowbar.

Steve’s attention turned to you, his face still cold. He says nothing, but raises an eyebrow.

“How do you figure that, Honey?” The question somehow sounded like a threat.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Bucky assured him. “I’m the one who told her about White Watch and the Triumvirate. She needed to know the kind of man Pierce is. The part about me, too. I mentioned Avalanche, but only briefly and with no detail.” Rogers’s icy nature subsided, however his brow was now knit with confusion.

“Then how did she . . .”

“I told you, she’s good.” Bucky stated as Steve’s expression morphed from confused to impressed.

“Damn, that is good. Walk me through how you got there?”

“Sure, just don’t take it personally?” You made your way to the kitchen table, taking the chair next to Bucky.

“Why would I take it personally, Y/N?” Your eyes glaze over a little as you begin to mentally run through your observations. When it comes to this, you’re in your element. Your brain is almost like a computer, and you begin analyzing your collected data.

“You know where the cabin is. I don’t even know that, Bucky put me under the moment we got in the cat at Stark’s Gala. Not only do you know where it is, you have a key, door was locked. Out of the three doors, you knew which one wasn’t dead bolted or blocked with something besides just the lock. You made a point of locking said door behind you. I’ve been up for a while and didn’t see or hear you, which means you’re familiar with the area. The moment you stepped foot in the cabin, you didn’t sneak. Your footsteps were loud enough that I’m surprised Bucky slept through it. The Winter Soldier is one of, if not THE most, feared Fixers in the country, possibly the world. You willingly kicked his door open while he was sleeping. I’d bet money he keeps a weapon close enough to wherever he’s sleeping. You addressed him extremely informally, and his response was to throw a pillow at his head. That kind of familiarity only comes from friendship, and friends aren’t easy to come across in your line of work. Bucky held me at gunpoint for flirting with him.”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, Doll,” Bucky pouted.

“You were talking about someone named Widow not checking in. That means you work in coordination. That was part of Avalanche’s job. You’re at least familiar with Mr. Pierce. I know he’s the Wolf. But the one thing that really clued me in? ‘Don’t disappoint me.” Mr. Pierce said that to me in the limo. I haven’t told anyone that. Bucky finished the sentence for me without my saying it. And you just pulled it out of thin air, so you’ve worked closely with the Wolf. The only person I can imagine ever being close with both the Wolf and the Winter Soldier is the Avalanche.” Steve’s jaw almost hits the floor. Even Bucky looks a bit stunned. Neither man speaks, so you continue. “There’s only a couple more things, but they’re more of an afterthought than an observation.”

“And what on God’s green earth could those be?” Steve responded after picking his jaw up off the floor.

“First off, I was able to sneak up on you. You let your guard down inside the Cabin.”

“And the second?” Bucky inquired.

“Since I’ve been here, Steve’s only called me by my name, or a variation of “honey.” He’s wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, possibly the most basic combination known to man. His job was organization, order, and precision. He doesn’t strike me as the creative type.” The confusion returns to Steve’s face.

“What does my creative ability have to do with my cover name?”

“Avalanche is kind of an awful name for a Mob Boss. It seems like one of the only things within your creative reach,” you state matter-of-factly. Bucky erupts into laughter, about falling out of his chair. To your surprise, so does Steve.

“In my defense, I didn’t have a lot of warning,” Steve claims between giggles. “Besides, who says you could have done better?”

“Vortex,” you state, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And what, pray tell, is a vortex?” Steve quizzes you, one eyebrow raised and still giggling

“Counter-clockwise flow of air that keeps colder air towards the poles of the globe. Kind of like the weather version of troop deployment. Plus, its reach increases in the winter, sometimes as far as the jetstream.” You sip your coffee, stunning both men with such a quick answer.

“That . . . Is actually better. Can I change my name?”

“Avalanche is presumed dead after Pierce's last stunt, and I’d say it’s a decent upgrade from Frosty the Snowman.” Bucky’s quip almost makes you choke on your coffee. “Now, what do you mean field trip day, Steve?”

“Knew you’d forget. We were going to make a trip over to Griffiss. Better get going before the sun rises too much.” Bucky stands and starts to make his way back to his room, then calls over his shoulder.

“Hey, Steve? Get her prepped with snow gear from the bunker. This’ll be a great training opportunity.”

As the months progressed, you made the trips to the abandoned Griffiss Air Force Base regularly with Steve and Bucky. Between the extra exercise and all the training they had you doing, you were becoming more capable. You’d even managed to catch Bucky off guard during training and take him down. The mobsters used Griffiss as their own personal storage unit. Heavily fortified, places for guards, and easy to defend. Having a structure so close by was extremely useful. It had to be only a couple miles from the cabin, the walk was a little under two hours both ways. You were settling into your new life. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were growing to think of Bucky as more than a friend as well. The way he smelled. The way he moved. Hell, the dumb yet endearing things you’d heard him say in his sleep. Your heart had been beating a little fast when he’d lent you one of his hoodies after the first snowy trip to Griffiss, but now . . .

You had just come back from a supply run to the base. Steve was off doing whatever it is Steve does, so you and Bucky went alone. It was a dreary April, barely 40ºF and pouring over the entire three hour adventure. You shiver as you peel your wet jeans off of your body. Steve had brought several changes of clothes, but unfortunately none of them suited for heavy rain. Even your panties were soaked. Damn, it was laundry day, too. You pulled on a clean pair of underwear, then bent over to peel your soaked socks off. You hear a sharp knock at your bedroom door. Bucky opens it almost immediately after, not having waited a second for a response.

“Hey, Doll, what do ya think about–” You both freeze. Your ass is facing the door and on full display. As you look back at him, you could see his eyes slowly roam over you. They traced the lines of your thighs, finally settling on your backside. A form of hunger lit his eyes, and you finally understood the satisfaction on his face whenever he caught you shamelessly ogling him. The only clean underwear you had left was a thong. Steve had slipped it and a little black dress in amongst your clothes with a knowing wink and an “I dunno, maybe they’ll come in handy.” You silently thanked Steve. You’d bake him something later. You slowly stand up, Peeling the wet shirt off of your frame, letting it drop to the floor.

“Hey, Buck, what’s up?” You grab the hoodie that you’d successfully stolen from him. As long as you were able to successfully poach it from his closet without getting caught in the act, he didn’t fight you too hard to get it back. The little games you played made your heart flutter, there was this feeling of ease around him.

“I-I um– That is–” The Winter Soldier took a moment to collect himself. This was the perfect day to run out of bras, and you looked damned good from behind. You were glad to see that he was appreciating it. “I lit a fire. You wanna come warm up? I think Steve dropped off some new DVDs last time he was here.” His eyes now shamelessly wandered as he spoke. Water dripped down your skin as you did your best to slip the Hoodie over your naked

“Yeah! I’d love to, Just let me grab a towel for my hair.”

Within ten minutes, you’re curled up with Bucky by the fireplace. The warmth feels amazing, but leaning back on Bucky’s chest . . . you made a silent wish to never have to leave.

“So . . .” Bucky started, a smirk playing on his lips. “Thong, huh? Who’s that for, the deer?” When Bucky was comfortable, he made fun. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you’d learned to shoot back just as quickly.

“Nah, Steve brought it for me.” Not TECHNICALLY a lie. Bucky groans.

“PLEASE tell me you mean physically bringing it to you. You’ll never live it down if you’re getting Frosty the Snowman’s carrot.”

“One, you and I have both trained with him. You know it’s bigger than a carrot. Two, nah. It’s for this guy I kinda like.” You were feeling brave.

“Oh? Who is he? I need to make sure he’s worth your time.” Bucky’s ears picked up. You’d met a couple of his underlings in the months you’d been making trips to the Base, but not many.

“Longer hair, kind of intimidating . . .” you sigh. The banter is fun, but this doesn’t feel like the place. You turn to face him, looking up at the face he’s attempting to will to a neutral expression. “Can I just show you instead?”

“Show me? How are you going to–” You spring forward, your lips capturing his in a kiss. He pulls back in surprise. Oh no. Have you made a mistake? Did you misread? You couldn’t have, it’s so– Bucky’s arms quickly snake around your hips and pull you up to straddle his lap. He locks one arm around your waist, the other hand pulling your face back to meet his. Bucky’s movements are that of a man starved for affection. His grip is strong, his muscles tensing against your body as you press yourself against his chest. Your teeth graze his bottom lip and he gently moans into your mouth. You ground yourself down against his hardening bulge, whining for more.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this . . .” he groans as he tilts his head back, exposing the side of his neck. You trail kisses from his collarbone to his ear, nibbling gently on the lobe as you feel his large hands squeeze your ass possessively. You lean your body against his, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why didn’t you make a move, then?”

“I essentially kidnapped you from Stark’s Gala, drugged you, and have kept you in this safehouse for close to what, five, six months? What would you have done in my position?” You wiggle a little, considering your answer.

“Okay, I guess I see your point . . . But this experience hasn’t been entirely awful.” You nip at his ear again, drawing out a low growl as his hands start to trace the lines of your thighs.

“And this,” he all but purred, “is going to be an immensely pleasurable one.” You squeak as he flips you, pushing the hoodie up as he explores your body. He starts at your hip bone, placing kisses and nips across your torso. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, causing you to whimper in pleasure. One arm slipping along the curve of your back, he pulls you up into him. His knee firmly between your legs, his fingers ghosting over the growing wet spot between your legs.

“Mmmh, already so wet for me.” The hand grabs your thigh, lips crashing back against yours and– The door slams open. You both sit bolt upright, but nothing could have prepared you for what you saw next.

“STEVE!!” Bucky roared. He vaulted over the couch that had previously been his backrest. The blonde man lay crumpled on the floor, blood staining most of his clothing.

“Buck . . . I’m so sorry . . . I couldn’t save her . . .” his words are faint, and he loses consciousness as you rushed to his side, trying to see where he was hurt.

“Get the fuck back!” Bucky yelled, catching you off guard. He struggled to flip Steve over, but with Steve being almost completely dead weight, it wasn’t an easy task.

“Buck, let me help you! We need to make sure not to aggravate his wounds too much, what if he has a neck injury?”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” he growls menacingly. “Go get the first aid kit. My room. Under the bed.” You run, yanking the kit out from the rope that secured it to the bottom of the bed frame. Scurrying back, you see Bucky finally has Steve on his back and is peeling off his clothes. Various cuts, bruises, and burns litter his body. You throw the kit open, immediately grabbing the wipes. You needed to get the wounds clean to prevent infection, or this could be a whole lot worse. You lean over, trying to assess where to start.

“Don’t fucking touch him.” Bucky’s voice is low, almost feral. You’d never seen him lose control like this. You knew he and Steve had been friends since childhood, but you hadn’t grasped how strong that connection was.

“Barnes!” you bellowed. “He’s bleeding out. I want to help and two sets of hands are fucking better than one. Let. Me. Help.”

“ . . . Okay. Start cleaning the wounds. I’ll dress them.” You rip open the packet in your hands, starting to dab quickly at the cuts. As soon as you move on to the next, Bucky bandages the wound. You both work meticulously, but as you work down his side, you see something clutched in his hand. You pry it out, and a pit forms in your stomach. A small smartphone rested in the palm of your hand. Blood splashed across the screen and the charm you’d gifted your friend Wanda on your girl’s trip last year. Shit.

“Bucky, this–”

“Shut up.”

“But it’s-”

“Shut. THE FUCK. UP.”

“It’s–” Bucky shoves you. Hard. You fly across the room, sliding to a stop.

“WHAT PART OF SHUT UP DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?” Bucky was completely irrational. “Get the fuck out. Get the fuck out of my sight, get the fuck out of this building. I don’t give a shit what it is, I have to save the only person who’s ever given a FUCK about me!” He was in what could only be described as a blind rage, and you felt tears well in your eyes. Irrational or not, blind rage or not, that hurt. You didn’t deserve that. You did the only thing you could think of in that moment. You bolted to your room. He wanted you out of the building? Fine. You grabbed the only thing left in your room: the little black dress. Throwing it on under the hoodie and shoving your feet into the boots you used to hike. You throw the phone on the bed, take a shaky breath, and open the window.

The rain hadn’t let up, but there was only one place you could go. Griffiss Air Force Base. It was remote, abandoned, and had climate controlled units that Steve and Bucky had hooked solar panels up to so you would have heat. You ran as fast as you could. Your dress was riding up and you hadn’t tied your boots properly, but you didn’t care. You had to keep moving. It was getting dark, and you didn’t want to be caught in the forest alone at night. You pushed forwards, making better time than you’d ever made. Tears stream down your face, Bucky’s words still ringing through your head.

“WHAT PART OF SHUT UP DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?”

You knew it was important to save Steve– you’d never thought otherwise– but you could have told him about the phone while you worked together to save Steve’s life. The base is within your sights as your sobs slip past your control. Just as you’re preparing yourself to climb over the razor wire topped fence, you hear the click of a bullet being chambered behind your head.

“Hello, Y/N,” Alexander Pierce sneers. “Fancy meeting you here, you traitorous little bitch.”

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diazpatcher · 4 hours

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watching 7x07

starting the ep off with Maddie facing another reminder of doug is evil but real

the 118!!! Buck and Eddie working together to save the baby, something about that is so symbolic

ATHENA MOMY

God i hope that assholes dead. HE LEFT HER TO DIE??? god i hope he dies.

HENREN MOMMYS 🥰🥺 good of them to forbid tablets while eating so slay of them.

Henren actually fighting for Mara is so!! they want her to be save and okay 😭 also denny knowing is!!!

oh, Marisol, Eddie and Chris date is interesting.... Like what is,,, im hmmm. Chris my beloved<3

"not to late to leave her now" OKAY EDDIE

the WOMAN LOOKS LILE SHANON HOLY SHIT WE GOT FLASHBACKS????????? OMG IM!!!! EDDIE MY BABYGRL. "You okay you look like you've seen a ghost" Yeah duh cause he did.

Hen being sooooo careful with Mara and sharing with her without expecting anything back,,,, She is such a good mom 🥺🥺🥺 god i love henren as parents <3 also Denny is the best big brothers out there <3

i really hope they find Maras brother so that Henren can have 3 babys<3

the way maddie keeps tearing up but keeps it together because she has learned to live with her trauma!!!! and knows how to cope my sweet girl ❤️ but also the fact that she feels guilty😭

Oh, they separated Mara from her brother. Its so wrong. the father is a dick bag.

Ohhh the actor of the nurse is!! (dr. austin<3) he is still hot like he was in the resident.

"my husband tried to kill me. almsot succeeded" but he didnt because Maddie didn't give up !!! 🤧

Maddie facing Catherine, seeing what could've (what was her) been her. is insane to me. the storytelling. the parallels the emotions.

Ohhh eddies back to watch shanon 2.0. interessting. lmao he is so nervous help 😭 like a young boy facing his crush 😭💀 her humor!! the way they have the same actress act like shannon but not quiet like her is so !!! this episode is so cinematic i live it!!!

"girlfriend maybe?" "oh no, just me and my son" OH EDDIE what about Marisol. HMMM.... So so so interesting SHE GAVE HIM AN S SHAPED KEY CHAIN? SHANON.

Henren using the mommy and me Club to find Maras brother. The dad is a capital D dick. the mom is okay she gets it.

Maddie listening to the call again and again and again. is so... hmmm. her experience really is there! she knows something wasnt right.

"I have been the passenger in that car" oh. oh maddie 😭

STOP CHIM IS SUCH A LOVING HUSBAND SO SUPPORTIVE. I need someone like this fr fr.

oh the abusive man STALKED HER!!!!

oh Catherines mom 🥺 the pain she must be feeling. the horror.

Rick is so funny help. "Hi

EDDIE CHEATED?????? HELP WHAT THE FUCK. HE IS FUCKINZ HIS WIFES DOPPELGÄNGER WHILE HE IS IN A RELATIONSHIP????? OH THATS INTERESTING "catholic guilt to cheating pipeline" interesting. wait huh? is she not real? OH MY GOD. HE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT????? WHAT THE FUCK. what an interesting story line for Eddie.

The abuser having a wife that ran from him, makes me think. hes looking for a new mother. similar to maybe the way Eddie is looking for a new mom for Chris?. maybe something about obssesing about the wrong thing? 👀 (not that Eddie is the same amount of creep as Kyle)

Maddie you're a genius. the way she KNEW that he was gonna be in the park? slay.

Rick desprately trying to find him. I love him.

the 118, injured man with a gun.... hm..... that has never gone well for them. Chimney!!!! OH THE WAY THAT MAN SAVED THE BABY!!!!

"THENA this is the guy!!!" BUCK AND HIS MOMMY<33333

wow this ep was a Rollercoaster, i love it.

oh the guilt Catherines feeling is, is omg. my heart breaks. BOBBY WITH THE BABY STOOOOOP HE IS SO DAD SHAPED 😭

NASH, OH GOD THE THEORY IS REAL. AMIR KNOWS BOBBY FROM MINNESOTA IDK WHO SAID IT BUT YOU WERE RIGHT!!!!!

the mom coming bye with Maras brother😭 what a kind hearted woman i love her 😭

OH THE WAY TYSON RAN INTO HER ARMS 😭😭😭 IM SOBBING

BUCK YOU SEXY MAN. OH BuckleyDiaz family dinner🥰🥰🥰 oh oh no:( Buck is on babysitting dinner 🥹 missed that!!!!

Maddie finally finally being at peace with her past🥹

BABY JEE 🥹 but shes not a lil baby anymore 😭😭😭

oh Chim looks so proud at Maddie.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE EDDIE IS ON A DATE WITH SHANNON 2.0.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 spoilers #911 season 7

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sakurachan7734 · 20 days

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Teenage rebellion

Chapter 8: just a teenage dirt bag

Jackson pov

It’s been about a month without Aristotle I just kind of want to break them out of there they said they fell a lot better but if I can’t I might just go around robbing people and probably kill them

A few hours later Jackson decides to go around into people’s houses and grab any expensive things it can find until it got caught in a apartment building

Jackson:* picks up a small silver chain* nice I can make a bracelet for Sarah

Haddie:* runs out with a metal pipe at Jackson* GET OUT!!!

Jackson:* grabs the pipe and starts hitting haddie* next time think before you act

Haddie:* trying to grab a knife* w-what do you want you monster?

Jackson:* slams the pipe against haddies head* to watch people suffer!

Jackson ripped all haddies teeth out before leaving and continuing to rob and kill people

Meanwhile with Lawrence and lanky hanging out in the living room listening to the radio

Lanky: this channel sucks

Lawrence: yea let me change it

Lawrence fiddles with the radio and then finds the news channel

News reporter on the radio: tonight the teeth grabber strikes again but in the town of coldwind three homes and their owners have been robbed and killed and had all there teeth ripped off

Lanky: you know I sometimes worry about what you are teaching the kids

Lawrence: I Know dear I know

Jackson:* walks into the house* I got 43 teeth!!

Lawrence: good job Jackson

Lanky: what do you plan on doing with so much teeth?

Jackson: crafts and jewelry!

Lanky: that’s nice sweetie

The next day with Zachary

Catalina: where do you think you’re going young man?

Zachary: to the park to practice guitar

Catalina; did you get all the chores i asked you to do done?

Zachary: yes I did grandma

Catalina: ok make sure to be back by tonight

Zachary: I know

Zachary grabs his guitar and headphones then walks to the park to a little isolated area near the water he didn’t want to admit it but he was working on learning Charlie, Jackson’s and Aristotles favorite songs and learning how to sing them he knows it may be cheesy but he doesn’t care he wanted to see them happy no matter what

Zachary pov

I am trying to play Charlies favorite song I couldn’t find the chords online so I am just listening to the song and ear guessing the chords and I can’t sing even to save my life so that’s why I went to the isolated area near the lake so nobody can hear my horse dying singing voice good thing I know Brazilian because Aristotle’s favorite song is in Brazilian(I could be wrong about this but the song is O sol e a Lua and I googled it said that the song was in Brazilian) and Jackson’s favorite song is a little complicated but I think I can do it

Zachary sat there on the lake dock practicing until he got a good percent of the song done and starts to walk home

Zachary pov

The night is warm and windy it’s nice to walk outside I should probably do it more often maybe bring Charlie since he needs to get outside more and maybe maybe Jackson because it rarely go outside

Zachary makes it home

Zoe: how was practice?

Zachary: it was fine

Zoe: nice oh by the way Jackson called

Zachary: what was it saying?

Zoe: asking if you want to come over because it wants to go murder people but it seems like it already did that

Zachary: ah ok

A week later with Charlie

Zero:* fixing Charlie’s arm* I have told you several times not to run around because you get your arms caught in trees and I have to waste my time

Charlie: sorry robot dad

Zero: Charlie the may we keep you inside because it’s dangerous out there and some people are after all of us

Charlie: why?

Zero: they claim that we are to dangerous for humanity

Charlie: even Abby?

Zero: yes if someone looks into her eyes they will become violent or have a heart attack

Charlie: so that’s why I can’t bring my human friend over?

Zero: mainly yes

Charlie: ok

Zero: there your arm is finished

Charlie: thanks dad

Zero: now if you want to go play outside you have to stay out of trees and anything that can get your arms and legs stuck in

Charlie: I know dad

A few hours later Charlie decides to go out to the abandoned town that he lives in and runs around the abandoned mall for a few hours

Jackson: hay Charlie

Charlie: how long were you here for?

Jackson: I just got here

Charlie: ok anyway get down here I have a question

Jackson: ok * jumps down* yes?

Charlie: how long have those wood pieces been on every window and door at your house there for?

Jackson: as long as I can remember my dads say it’s for my safety

Charlie: do they ever get replaced?

Jackson: every month or so because of the rot inducing goo

Charlie: yea that makes sense

Jackson and Charlie hang out for 2 hours

Jackson: well I have to go

Charlie: ok see you tomorrow

End of story

#scp foundation #scp #scp containment breach #scp fan child

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otakween · 24 days

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0-Man - Volume 2

These volumes are taking me ages to get through. They're good and fun reads but sooo dense and full of kanji I can't read. Most of the charm comes from the visuals anyway, so I think it's still worthwhile to pick up if you're at the intermediate level like me.

Chapters 14 & 15

Chapter one was really short so I'm combining things. We kick off after the end of volume 1. The gang accidentally set off a chain reaction of volcanoes. The bad guys try to freeze the ensuing eruption, but that just starts a huge blizzard which will lead to the ice age of their freezing machine isn't stopped. Dun dun dunnn.

I was relieved to get a little levity with the Professor acting nice again and everyone sitting down for dinner. The gag of Ricky's mom being bad at human cooking was pretty lame though (I'm sick of the "a woman who can't cook???" joke in anime).

We got another dead parent!? Sheesh so many deaths in this series. At least Pete didn't really like his dad anyways.

Ricky's tail gets all messed up in this chapter after a plank of wood falls on it and he has to yank it out. For a second I thought he ripped part of it off, but I don't think they'd do that. (Edit: they absolutely do do that).

New 0 men lore: they have a very high tolerance for cold and heat. I kinda feel like they threw that in there to excuse the fact that Ricky's always in short shorts lol

Ch. 16

The professor meets with other academics to explain the current situation and to prove the existence of 0 men. He essentially makes Ricky reveal his tail without his consent which was kind of uncomfy. But the world is literally ending, so I'll allow it lol

So they ultimately decide they need to nuke Japan to destroy the ice machine. Seems like it would be pretty hard to evacuate an entire country fast enough to do that, but okay...

I wonder how often nukes are the answer in apocalyptic stories? I read a book awhile back about giant spiders taking over the planet and nukes were the answer in that situation too. That book was wild...

Ch. 17

The Japanese public evacuate but the 0-men stay behind because...??? I don't really know. Maybe they just have a good nuke shelter or something? Or maybe they need to help the professor.

The joke about children being better behaved than adults during the evacuation was great. I feel like that can be true sometimes because kids are used to the structure of school and learning their manners whereas adults are further removed from those lessons. (Also kids tend towards being less mean spirited in general).

Two new human men are introduced purely for slapstick it seems like. Their jokes are very Three Stooges old timey. I was rolling my eyes, but it's wholesome at least. It was cute when they tied scarves to their pants to be polite (when they saw Ricky's mom's tail).

Abruptly, Ricky's mom gets carted away by sketchy men who want to experiment on her. Dun dun dunnnn

Ch. 18

Tezuka sure packed a lot into this chapter. The gang saved Ricky's mom, had a shoot out, escaped to the professor's base and then the villain kinda forgave Ricky because he protected the base from a bomb? Whirlwind.

By the way, I don't know anyone's names because I can't read kanji names lol (katakana names are all good though)

This chapter was pretty violent! I was momentarily traumatized by Ricky's mom's leg and tail snapping off until they revealed it was a mannequin. It was still kind effed up to see! Also Ricky just spears a dude almost to death. Hardcore for a little guy.

On top of the violence, seeing someone being experimented on with dry ice as they yell "please, I'm a living being!!" is pretty distressing as well. I don't even know for sure if everything's gonna be fine because they already killed off a few people...

Ch. 19

Dangit, I wish this was translated by...anybody! There isn't even a fan translation. I'm just barely scraping by with my kanji reading skills but I'm missing out on a lot. For example, Ricky and the other 0 men refuse to evacuate to the underground. Why? IDK...Also, the nuke seemingly does nothing after they launch it. Did they explain why? Maybe, but I missed it if they did. Oh well...I still get the jist.

Seeing everyone prep for the launch of the missile and pre-mourn the loss of their country was really sad. I'm glad such plot points aren't too taboo in Japan. They explore this stuff a lot.

Ch. 20

And this is the chapter where I remember that Tezuka was definitely a furry lol. I don't say that mockingly, I love his animal/anthro illustrations. They just feature so prominently in his work.

Pretty crazy to find out that Ricky's dad is still alive like a zillion chapters after he "died." I mean...saw it coming, but the timing is unusual.

The shenanigans were fun this time because they realize it's "Muu Muu day" in the 0-man kingdom. This is apparently a day where everyone dresses up like animals, including humans, so a human showing up isn't suspicious. Ricky looked really cute in his squirrel costume.

I've gradually started to notice more creative panel arrangements and lettering showing up. It's interesting to see Japanese characters written in wacky ways that I'm not used to. Seems like it would be tricky to write kanji in bubble letters...

Ch. 21

Sheeesh, this manga is wild. It almost feels like every chapter there's some new apocalyptic event. Also, a surprising amount of death.

The cliffhanger ending for this chapter was Ricky and his dad plummeting from space in a spaceship, crash landing and then dad finding Ricky's disembodied tail!?

Okay, there's no way that Ricky really lost his iconic tail. What's the explanation gonna be this time...? (Edit: Nope, he actually lost his tail).

Ch. 22

This chapter had everything: random Popeye cameo, casual racism towards Fiji and Native Americans, and a Titanic parody where the Titanic was called the Tihenic (get it, because taihen? I laughed...)

So instead of global warming we have global freezing. An interesting concept nowadays. I guess the polar bears would flourish? Or would they still suffer because they need some water to hunt...hmmm

This was a Ricky-free chapter. Instead we caught up with Pete in America who is apparently staying with a new professor whose name I forgot immediately. His hair is pretty terrible. Pete and professor bad hair are being forced to build a rocket so that this evil dude can escape Earth. Sounds like something Elon would do lol

Ch. 23

Okay, so Ricky really did lose his tail, that's crazy. He's practically just a normal boy now.

It was really depressing when Ricky's dad thought he was finally experiencing some human kindness only for them to betray him :'(

I feel like we've kinda lost the plot at this point. Or maybe this manga was always intended to be episodic? The apocalyptic ice age stuff still lingers in the background, but the 0-man characters are kind of just ignoring that and trying to survive. (Edit: that plot line does come back as the main focus).

Ch. 24

Damn, someone needs to get Ricky a new pair of pants. Poor kid is just going around with a huge rip on the bottom.

The revelation that Ricky's lost some of his balance due to not having a tail anymore was interesting. I wonder if prosthetic tails exist in this universe?

Not really sure how Ricky ended up finding Pete and Professor Royal (learned his name). Good to see the gang back together even though they weren't apart for very long to begin with lol.

The gag with the driver crying over Ricky and being given wind shield wipers for his eyes was cute

Ch. 25

Lol is it just me or were they all concerned with saving Ricky and then they just immediately gave up and started building rockets instead? I guess they've assumed he's dead by now.

So the bad guy having a rocket built for himself (and maybe his lackeys) and the good guys are trying to build enough rockets to allow all of humanity to escape Earth. It's a little too relatable how they've decided that Earth is beyond saving climate-wise.

#0-man #manga #Osamu Tezuka

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ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀ THE TRUTH

｡.｡:+* reigen arataka x fem!reader

【 cw 】 ANGST! no smüt. 【 wc 】 1.4k you learn the truth about who reigen really is.

imagine, during the separate ways arc, you're at a bar with some friends when one of them says, "hey, have you heard of this guy? reigen arataka?" and that sets off a chain reaction: "isn't he the one that killed the player killer?" "yeah, he totally exorcised that thing." "you guys should check out his page, he uploads like, all the time!"

imagine you, who has always been interested in the spectrum of psychic abilities, get right to googling then and there. before you can even click on a link, someone says, "he's livestreaming right now, guys!" and you watch, along with your group, one man take on a malevolent spirit in a decrepit apartment. he's actually just fanning a flashlight around and putting on the performance of his life but none of you know that. you watch in awe, eyes latched on the screen until your friend puts their phone away because the conversation has moved on but not with you.

Imagine you tumble headfirst into fan status, first following his accounts and then getting swept up in some lively forums. someone posts that they booked a consultation and got an evil spirit massaged right out of them. you can't set up an appointment fast enough.

imagine you’re outside his office’s door, hands knotted together to keep them from shaking. you don’t have a spirit following you around nor do you have a tip for him to investigate. you booked the appointment without anything but your enthusiasm. you hope that’s enough.

they say never to meet your favorite celebrities but reigen arataka seems to be an exception to this rule. he’s just as bombastic in person as he is in all the videos you’ve seen and his charisma, the very way in which he speaks has you enraptured from the start. he seems surprised by your fervor; in fact, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is, “i’m a big fan!”

imagine then that reigen’s heart pangs in his chest. this appointment is different. you’re different. it’s not just about you worshiping him or lavishing him with compliments (although that does help). he sees you hang on every word, tries to provide sound advice when he can but when he gets to asking what you came in for and if something otherworldly was bothering you, you tap a finger to your chin and sheepishly admit, “i just wanted to meet you… but i’ll pay the consultation fee, don’t worry!”

it’s the first time he tries to deny payment. you were too sweet on him, he just couldn’t take your money when most of the session was you exalting him. but you make him take the money anyways, breath stalling in your throat when your fingers briefly touch when exchanging the bill. his did too, but you wouldn’t have been able to catch that.

imagine that when you leave, he goes out of his way to ask you if he can save your contact information– in case you ever need to reach him for anything more. you give him your name and when you tell him, “call me by my first name, please” he has to hesitate before sampling the taste of your name on his tongue. he has the faintest blush crossing his features and that you notice.

you leave that day, swooning and over the moon that you got to meet your idol.

now imagine, you’re glued to the screen, watching reigen’s first big time TV appearance. but as the minutes tick on, your heart falls deeper and deeper until you swear you can feel it in the pit of your stomach, making you sick as you watch in horror as reigen is unable to exorcise the spirit out of that poor boy.

imagine your heart breaking when it’s revealed that the boy was never possessed. it was all a ruse. he was all a ruse. a sham. you can hardly believe it. you try not to. cognitive dissonance, they call it. but you can’t deny it. the man you were visiting, the man you would bring tea to when you were in the neighborhood, the person you texted back and forth on a regular basis, the man you’d go out for drinks with, the one you started to harbor feelings for… was a fake.

imagine reigen calling you, knowing you would be watching. but you don’t answer. you can’t. every time his name pops up on your phone, you want to hide and pretend nothing ever happened. maybe they were right all along; meeting your idols is a waste of time.

when he announces a press conference, as much as it makes your heart ache and drum to a sickening rhythm, you have to see it. you wouldn’t be able to withstand whatever excuse he’d tailor for you but a statement to the public? you could endure that, maybe. and how can you bow out when an invite from reigen himself lights up your phone not long after?

imagine, feeling suffocated by the sheer amount of media personnel in the room. you’re shoulder to shoulder with some of them and without a microphone in hand, you stick out like a sore thumb. but that’s what he intended; he wanted to be able to see you in the crowd, look in your eyes and feel an ounce of peace in his soul as he spoke. it’s hard to stomach. you don’t know whether to feel compassion or anger but you look back at him, trying desperately to keep that mask on so he can’t see the full extent of your hurt.

“is there anyone here that can actually prove i don’t have any spiritual powers? or maybe any victims who can prove they’ve been scammed?”

he sounds so composed. had he actually planned this from the beginning? your head spins with countless possibilities. it’d be easier if you could trust him again. you miss that blissful ignorance. you miss him.

reigen sounds like he’s in control but he’s wandering blind into uncharted territory– having to fess up to the people that matter most to him. it’s degrading to a degree but he can’t deny that he’s brought it upon himself. but if you knew he was scared, living in fear that you or god forbid, mob, would find out the truth, maybe you could find it in your heart to forgive him. but he’d understand if you wouldn’t, if you couldn’t. he knows he’s let you down. he knows he’s let mob down. that is his cross to bear and god is it heavy.

imagine, you watch in awe, in sheer astonishment, as cameras, microphones, and notepads rise up to the ceiling in what can only be explained by a manifestation of psychic abilities. if you didn’t know what to think before, now you’re absolutely perplexed. but do you even want answers? do you want reigen’s words to be the final nail in the coffin? do you want him to hear he’s a fake or do you want to live in obscurity?

you don’t know. so you leave.

you continue to ignore his messages, delete his voicemails, and you try to pretend like nothing ever happened. it’s easier than stomaching the betrayal. yes, you’re running away. yes, you’re conflicted. and yes, you’re still hurt.

imagine then, one day you come across mob. if anyone can empathize, it’s him. you don’t pour your heart out to him– the middle schooler doesn’t need to bear the weight of your anguish. but he does tell you one thing, “i think you should give master reigen a call.” he doesn’t push and he doesn’t pry. you’re grateful for this. you’re grateful for him.

reigen tries one more time to reach you. he leaves a voicemail. “i promise i’ll leave you alone after this. you don’t need someone like me blowing up your phone. i just wanted to say i’m sorry again and… i’d still like to talk to you but i understand that i shouldn’t even have the privilege of asking. i hope you’re doing okay.”

you know you don’t owe him anything. you know you can just block him. but you also start to figure that your heart may not be able to take it, leaving things the way they are. so fingers trembling, you finally reply, “sure. coffee tomorrow?”

and when he replies instantly with a, “yes. you tell me the time and place.” you start to feel like maybe, just maybe, things will be okay. not the same but… okay.

you’re fine with that. imagine that.

#reigen #reigen arataka #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mob psycho #mob psycho 100 fanfic #reigen x you #reigen x reader #reigen arataka x you #reigen arataka x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x f reader #fanfiction #fanfic #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for reigen. ꒱

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