#i was so shocked to find out there isn't one

[weird-is-life]

hello! how’s your day?i hope it’s great

can i request something like childhood friend!reader x spencer reid to lover? i love that trope and i always imagine spencer reid in it

perhaps they’ve met again on the case and reader was the victim?

it’s totally fine if you can’t wrote that, have a great day!<3

Hiii lovely🥰, ty so much for this request! I loooved writing this trope. Warnings: like one swear word, little angsty, fluff, pet names, use of y/n, mentions of food, mentions of crime (1.5k)

Spencer and you met by accident after so many years. Spencer couldn't believe his eyes as he saw you walk out of the interrogation room at the Bau.

He didn't understand what his childhood best friend was doing at his workplace office.

Seeing your sorrow expression he didn't need anything else to know that you were one of the many witnesses of the latest series of violent bank robberies.

And it made his heart stop for a second. Wanting to meet you...-wanting to see you again after so many years was always somewhere deep at the back of his mind, but he didn't exactly want to see you walk out out of the interrogation room.

He freezed for a moment. He wasn't expecting to see you there, and it definitely caught him off guard.

You, on the other hand, hoped you'd run into Spencer that day. You knew he worked for the FBI. You maybe even secretly hoped that he'd be the one you'd have to explain what exactly had happened at the bank.

He didn't. So finally seeing him managed to bring a smile to your upset face.

You ignored his lovely colleague Emily as she instructed you on something, and headed straight towards Spencer.

"Spencer, hi, I can't believe it's you," you said breathlessly as you neared him, his eyes scanning you intensively.

Spencer swallowed hard. You two were just some kids the last time you saw each other, but right now....Right now, Spencer couldn't believe his eyes. You might have just been the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

His shock was even bigger when you threw your arms around his neck, and hugged him sincerely. Spencer, for once, managed to handle the shock, and hugged you back.

It was an effort for you not to end up on the floor from the way your legs almost turned into a jello. When the fuck did Spencer get so hot? That was the only thing on your mind, even the horrors of the roberry gone.

"Hi, it's been so long, too long," Spencer beamed at you, giving you one-over one more time.

"I know," you gave him a small smile," I wanted to reach out to you since I'd moved here a few months ago, but I didn't want to intrude into your life."

"Intrude? You could never," Spencer immediately reassured you, and you didn't look too convinced," seriously, I mean it."

You just nodded, and Spencer asked you, "How have you been? Were-were you a part of some roberry?"

"Y-yeah, it...it wasn't very pretty, I-" you tried to find the right words, but you realised that there were multiple sets of eyes on you and Spencer. He realised it, too.

With his quick thinking, he said, "I'm sorry, my friends can be really nosy," he glared at somebody (Derek) as he said it," would you..- are you hungry?"

"There's a cafeteria a few floors down.....We could talk there? Catch up on everything?" Spencer proposed with a little hope.

"Yeah, I think, I'd like that," you told him, and you let him guide you towards the elevator with his hand on your lower back.

It definitely did not send butterflies down to your belly with every step you took. The old, forgotten feelings flickering inside you both.

-

That happened a few months ago now, and you couldn't help but to smile as you remembered the meeting while waiting in a small caffè for Spencer to come.

He is running late. You don't mind the wait because you know it's not his fault. His job isn't easy. So waiting the few minutes is worth it.

You and Spencer have been going on these coffee......runs since you've reunited the few months ago. But you keep hoping, wishing that they will turn into coffee dates rather just some friendly coffee runs.

It's save to say that seeing Spencer after so many years made some new feelings surface. Feelings that weren't there before, and you don't know what to do with them.

Well, you do, but you're terrified of the idea of Spencer's rejection. You don't think you'd be able to live in the same city as him if he indeed did reject you.

But you can't keep going out with him, and have him smiling at you like like you're the only person on this earth for him. You just can't keep up with it anymore.

You've decided that today is the day you tell him how you feel. No matter what. Even if it's most likely going to leave you heartbroken.

Spencer pulls you out of your thoughts when he rounds the table you sit at, and leans down to give you a quick hug and a kiss......a kiss on a cheek.

It leaves you breathless, and it's exactly why you need to tell him about your feelings because this is just cruel, sweet torture you can't endure any longer.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I'm late. Hotch had us hand in all of the reports, so I needed to finish a few things," he tells you as he settles in the seat opposite of you.

His coffee is already waiting on the table in front of him, and he gives you a thankful nod.

"It's okay, Spence. I don't mind," you give him a tight smile, the nerves rushing through your body.

Spencer, damn his profiling skills, immediately senses that something is off. "What's wrong?" He reaches across the table for your hand, but you pull it away quickly. You could swear that there was a hurt in his eyes just as you did.

"I-....I need to tell you something," you quickly blurt out.

"You can tell me anything, yeah?" He assures you. This time without trying to touch your hand. You don't look into his eyes while he tries to catch your gaze.

"I can't keep going for a coffee with you anymore."

Spencer now definitely looks hurt after your first sentence, and you cringe. You didn't mean to start like that.

"Shit," you curse quietly," what I mean to tell you is that.......is that-." You can't find the right words.

"I like you, Spencer," you blurt out," mo-more than just a friend." Spencer just looks at you. Completely baffled, and he doesn't utter a single word.

You think he's just a little shocked, but as the minutes go by, and he still doesn't say anything, you understand. He doesn't feel the same, and then there's horror in your eyes.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Spencer," you scramble quickly to take all your stuff," I'm really sorry." And with that, you are out of there faster than a lightning.

You swiftly run out of the caffè as the tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You don't even know where you are going, but you don't care you just want to get as far away from Spencer as possible.

Of course, you don't even take 30 steps before a hand gently catches you by your elbow. You, even just by the touch of his hand, know that it's Spencer.

"Wait," he pleads," please, y/n." You stop, and slowly you turn around. Spencer scans your upset face, the tears on your cheeks, and his own heart breaks.

He didn't mean to stay quiet like that. It just...-It caught him off guard. He wasn't, even in his wildest dreams, thinking of you actually liking him back. Like there wasn't a single reality where he saw that happening. And yet.... And yet, you like him, and he can't believe it.

"It's okay, Spence," you start.

"But it's not, I'm sorry-"

You interrupt him, "I understand that you don't feel the same."

"No, no, sweetheart. I do. I feel exactly the same way you do," he confesses softly, hoping you believe his words after the initial mess up of his.

"Spencer, you don't have to lie....-"

Spencer almost looses it when you say that, because he could never be that cruel to you. Never. And he doesn't get why you don't believe him, so he does something that hopefully will finally let you see the truth.

Spencer kisses you.

Spencer kisses you?

What?

You don't really realise it, until he's pulling away, sorry eyed, his soft, warm lips immediately something you miss. You don't let him get far away from your lips as you crash them again against his. Your one hand goes into his hair, and his hair is just as soft to the touch as it looks like.

Spencer's kiss is intense and gentle at the same time, and it makes your knees buckle, maybe just from the sheer joy of your feelings being reciprocated. You tighten your grip on his shoulder.

Spencer notices it, smiling into the kiss, before he pulls away. There's a happy glint in his eyes, and you are sure yours look the same.

Spencer beams at you. "I'd never lie to you. Ever."

"I know."

You smile sheepishly at him, "I just got too into my head to listen to you. I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Spencer looks at you amused. Right. Of course, he's not sorry about the kiss. And neither are you, you could never be.

Spencer offers you his hand," how about I'll tell you all about how crazy I feel about you while we go for a walk?"

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot, Spencer." The bright smile doesn't leave your or even Spencer's face as you begin to walk.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid

[azure-cherie]

PAC : Messages from your throat chakra

Throat chakra is the chakra or energy center present at the neck region of our body , governs mostly speaking skills , in this PAC i intuitively channel messages from your throat chakra , use your intuition to choose one pile or multiple and take what resonates. Feedbacks are so helpful . Thank you so much for the love and support .

Masterlist

Let's get into it : ⬇️

Pile 1 :

Believe in your prophecies and what you speak , get it done when you give your word to someone your mercury and jupiter/sun must have some aspects , your voice flows like honey gazing at the stars . You are very good at convincing people giving them support and the motivation they need , you're someone whom everyone needs but who speaks for you ? Isn't that what you wonder now and then well my dear I believe my hero has forgotten the weapon all along has been you and your existence use it , fear not the charisma of your own voice let it shine speak more keep more of your mind . Specifically consume butterfly pea tea , some of you might be shiv Bhakts or might have liking towards knowing more about poisons . Quite the kind you are :)

Pile 2 :

I'm sorry love but you don't speak for yourself at all , I know the pressure is heavy and I know it feels as if you cannot breathe but trust me one who doesn't speak for themselves do the biggest crimes to themselves you cannot bear the allegations of you being scared , so be not it !!!!!! If you have a friend who does speak for you in such situations be grateful to them offer them food and thank them , they will be so happy with your gratefulness. Speak against your mother in law . Foster children or children in general who are going to pursue a career they're not a fond of might be in this pile, you need to talk, write down your points in a diary , speak your mind , you need some yoga more than food , you might experience stuttering , try out some mudras. Take care I so believe in you

Pile 3 :

Your throat might be perfect or a little overactive if overactive you might experience you saying wrong things at the wrong times, highs and lows like insulting someone and feeling so bad you cannot sleep. Not being able to talk when In shock mode . It's a defense against people who underestimated you , journal more. You're gonna be great

The other lot of people have a well balanced chakra one way to understand that would be pronunciation when learning new languages are you getting that easily if yes you're at the right Pile , you need not worry much. Your favourite colour might be blue or purple , i get that some of you might be Gryffindor (Harry Potter) . You need to always speak softly to your mom alright . I'm proud of you.

Pile 4 :

Your energy is quite non chalanant more like speak first think later kind , what I find funny is you guys are never too caught for your mischief , very witty Hermes kinda energy. I don't think throat chakra demands much attention right now just treat your neighbours right , you're sweet to your family and loved ones and they sweetly root for you all the time. One advice for you tho is to use blue water bottle or blue cutlery , stare at the sky more take swims basically just enjoy summer, you're sure to discover new things about yourself. Now isn't starry night by Van Gogh one of your fav painting ? Love love

Thank u so much for reading love love

#pick a card tarot #pick a picture #pick a photo #pick a card reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pac readings #psychic readings #intuitive reading

[coff33andb00ks]

Hopeless - LN

Lando Norris x fem!reader (mentions of Charles Leclerc x fem!reader) Summary: and you know damn well that for you, I would ruin myself a million little times Word count: 2012 Themes: angst, forbidden love(?) Warnings: cheating, charles is a bad boyfriend, cursing, Oscar knows everything, barely proofread, not a happy ending Notes: I watched one too many she chose me/did she? tiktoks and this was born. Also please don't take this as me condoning cheating (unless you can cheat with Lando).

Lando isn't one hundred percent sure how it began, not really. He remembers the first move, the bit of shock when you didn't reject him, but he doesn't remember how – or when or why – he fell for you. He knows he didn't just wake up one day saying to himself right today's the day I fall in love.

It all started so innocently. Right? He found out you liked gaming and casually invited you to his place to try out his setup when you mentioned you were looking to upgrade. He'd expected Charles to come with you but had shrugged it off, too excited to share his love for gaming. You stayed most of the afternoon, laughing and he'd had the tiniest of crushes by the time you left. And when you upgraded you asked him to come over to help you set it up.

Crush: intensified.

He's pretty sure he liked you so much because you didn't talk about racing with him. He could be "normal" around you, just like any other guy in his 20s who loved video games and driving fancy cars and blasting music. Soon he was dropping by or inviting you over on off days. He didn't think anything of it. You were a friend, and Charles obviously didn't mind, so why deny himself the pleasure of your company?

Crush: die-hard. To the point Max and Oscar teased him about it.

He likes you most in his apartment. On race weekends at a track you were calm, cool, and collected in designer brands, the picture perfect girlfriend of everyone's favorite Ferrari driver. But at his place, you were… Y/n. Yapping nonstop and dancing in his living room, curled up under a blanket on his sofa watching the latest period drama, in his kitchen baking treats he isnt' supposed to eat.

It was, he thought after hugging you goodbye one night, kind of like having a girlfriend without the stress.

He still dated. Casually. Because he couldn't justify putting all the time and effort into finding a girlfriend. It was so much easier to sleep around and be friends with you. Fucked up, yeah, but easier.

Then on an off weekend you showed up unannounced, looking like you wanted to cry.

And he would have done anything to keep that from happening.

"I just needed to get away," you said, and Lando nodded, letting you in and pretending the smell of your perfume didn't affect him.

You didn't want to talk about it and he didn't pressure you. He gave you the remote and fixed you a drink and parked himself on the other end of the sofa with his laptop to edit some photos while you found some old movie to put on.

"Lan?" you asked after a while.

"Hmm?" He didn't look away from his laptop.

"If Charles…" You sighed. "If he cheated on me you'd tell me wouldn't you?"

"Immediately," he said without hesitation. Then, as your words registered, he saved his progress and closed the laptop, slowly turning to look at you. "Do you think he's cheating?"

You shrugged, eyes firmly on the TV.

"Y/n. C'mon, talk to me." Lando set the laptop aside and picked up the remote to mute the TV.

"I'm just being stupid."

He waited, and then listened while you listed off the reasons you were considering that Charles was cheating. How he'd stayed out late the night before, had left early this morning for a last minute trip to the Ferrari factory. Facing you, he moved closer, until he could hold your hand. Then, when you finished, he rattled off the usual signs of cheating to see if anything matched.

You looked at him oddly. "Got a lot of experience with cheating?"

Lando giggled, as he always did when asked a stressful question. "What? Me? Nah."

"Fucking liar," you muttered, rolling your eyes.

"No, no, I never lie when I'm fucking," he said, wondering why the words were coming out of his mouth before he finished saying them. Glancing upwards, he pinched his brows together. "Well, wait, maybe I have… Like when it's mediocre but you need to get off so you say it's good?"

You laughed, which was always his goal with you. He loved your laugh, adored the way you threw your head back, and always joined in as soon as the snort you despised escaped.

"Oh god Lan," you giggled, and moved to hug him.

And he knew he was a goner. Because you felt so good in his arms. He hugged you close. He knew the healing power of a good hug but also held onto you for more selfish reasons, committing the feel of you tucked so close to his memory, breathing in the scent of you. Easing his grip as you began to pull away, he felt his breath catch in his throat when you paused, looking into his eyes.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"You know I'm always here for you." He smiled. He liked that he could make you feel better. Then, because he couldn't help himself, he had to go and ruin everything. Reaching up, he lightly smoothed your cheek with his fingers. "If he is cheating, he's a fucking moron. You're not even my girl and I can't find anyone that compares."

He still can't remember how you'd initially reacted. Surprise, probably. Maybe a little shock. But he would forever remember the way you'd breathed his name, as though Lando were a prayer, and that you'd both leaned in at the same time.

And he was certain that until his last breath he would recall every detail of what had followed. The kiss, everything pure and perfect, your hands on his neck. Him pulling you closer, both of you moaning. It had been frantic, every shred of neediness and longing pouring from his mouth to yours, every late night dream running through his mind, each fantasy he'd allowed himself to think of coming true before he'd tasted your skin.

You stayed the night, and he'd discovered that you'd fantasized, too.

***

"You good mate?"

Lando blinks, seeing Oscar in the doorway. "Yeah," he lies, rolling his shoulders. "Just thinking of strats for tomorrow."

"You've been listening to the same song for almost an hour."

Fuck. "No I haven't." He pauses the song, rubbing the back of his neck and finally moving to finish dressing. "It's a good song."

"What's going on with you? You've been acting weird for a couple months now," Oscar says.

Lando swallows the shame. It's not that he feels guilty. He's content with the arrangement between you. Not that anything is set in stone, but it's an unspoken agreement. You're still with Charles – who, it turned out, was cheating but it was a minor fling – and he's single. Technically. In his heart, he's yours.

He almost laughs because it's so beyond fucked up now.

But he can't let anyone else find out. He's been around long enough to know that you'd be the one labeled as a whore. Even though everyone's aware of Charles' infidelity, it would be your fault. And Oscar…

For someone whose entire persona is I really don't give a fuck I'm here to race, the bastard knows everything. He's like a cat. He's always there, and even when he's not listening he soaks it all in like a sponge.

He spritzes a little more cologne on himself and pulls on his hoodie. "Dunno what you're talking about, mate."

"You haven't gone out to celebrate since Miami."

Of course he hasn't. Miami was the night he'd gotten just drunk enough to dance too close to you. The secretly snapped pictures of his face in your neck are still popping up on social media. "It gets old after a while, Osc."

Oscar folds his arms over his chest and leans in the doorway. "For me, yeah. For you? Not buying it."

Goddamn the sponge cat for being so observant. Lando shrugs, maintaining he façade of yep I'm good. "Osc—"

"Is it because of y/n?"

Ice water floods his veins. He can feel the blood draining from his face and his palms begin to sweat. You've both been so careful, Miami notwithstanding. He never takes you out, makes a point to not sit too close to you in a group setting, and is his so-called normal self anytime someone else is around. It's different alone, but – oh. "You mean in Miami?" he asks casually, fixing his necklace and lifting his foot to tie his shoe.

"You were weird about her before Miami."

Oh god. "It was just a stupid crush." He ties his other shoe and checks his pockets for his wallet and hotel key. "I'm over it now."

"Lando."

"What?" He practically snaps the word out and instantly regrets it, but he can't talk to Oscar about this. Oscar will never be able to understand. "Look, I gotta go, need to get rest for tomorrow."

"Oh. I thought… I guess you are over it." Oscar gives a tiny shrug.

Lando freezes. "Why are you talking in riddles?"

"You didn't see them fighting?"

He jerks his head to stare at his teammate. When he speaks, his voice nearly cracks. "Fighting?"

"Well, arguing. I don't know what about, I didn't catch any of it. I only saw him trying to talk to her and she shoved him and stormed off."

No wonder you haven't replied to his texts. His hand aches to pull out his phone and call you to check on you. To make sure you're okay. You and Charles don't fight often but Lando knows of your tendency to go and cry until you figure out a resolution. "What did they fight about?"

"I don't know."

Lando swallows anxiously, pulling out his phone and checking the time. "Where'd she go?"

"No clue."

"You're really no fucking help," Lando mutters, shoving his phone into his pocket and brushing past him to leave the room.

"Thought you were over it?" Oscar asks softly.

Lando freezes again, anguish twisting in his chest at the thought of ever being over you. "I… She's my friend. It's… Y/n… She's…"

"She's what?"

Everything but his. Real and true and more than he ever thought he could have. His daily sunshine and his nightly fantasy. The open ear when he's having a rough go, the tight embrace when he needs grounding. His source of peace and his greatest torment.

"Fucking hell, mate," Oscar whispers.

"I gotta go," Lando says.

And he leaves, not sure why he feels so anxious all of a sudden. Everything feels off. He tells himself it's because Oscar knows, or at least thinks he knows, and that's got to be the reason. He's fine. You're fine. Nothing's changing just because you had a fight with Charles. It'll blow over and by morning things will be as they have been.

The trip to the hotel seems to take forever and he's even more uneasy as he sits in traffic a few cars back from the valet. He should have gotten an Uber or caught a ride with someone. Despite the air conditioning going he's sweating, because you still haven't replied to his texts, and when he tries to call you it goes straight to voicemail.

Hey y/n, call me when you can?

But you don't.

He stays up late, hoping you'll at least send him a text letting him know you're okay. His sleep is restless, plagued with the worst possible scenarios. When his alarm goes off he hits snooze one too many times and so has to rush to the track, trying to push everything out of his mind as race time approaches. Checking social media so he can engage with the team posts hyping up his and Oscar's starting positions, he can only stare at the screen when Instagram loads.

You. And Charles. Cozied up like soulmates. There's candlelight and flowers.

But all he can stare at is the diamond on your finger. And, just beneath the photo, Charles' short caption.

She said yes.

*~end~*

#f1 #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris imagine #my writings > ln

[milliesfishes]

But Daddy, I Love Him!

[fem reader] contains: forced distance, angst, kidnapping, family betrayal, murder, death, gunfights, pregnancy, violence, miscarriage. summary: your daddy's sending you away, and billy isn't having any of it. pairing: billy the kid x fem reader author’s note: heyy! this one gets a little dark so be warned. love you <3 Pinterest Board

It was a character staple that you never cried.

Your demeanor was sweeter than sugar, so darling that Billy couldn't ever see himself doing anything but adoring you. Truly, he wasn't the only one who found it impossible. You had an easy smile that you used often. Truthfully it was that that'd drawn him to you at first. That smile, that laugh.

He hadn't known anything about you when he first saw you across the square, pretty and carefree, in a blue dress the color of the sky. But he heard your name on everyone's lips afterward. The sweetest girl in town.

Billy wanted you before he even knew you.

A buddy of his informed him that you were the daughter of one of the richest men in town. A man famous for his dislike of outlaws. This had dismayed Billy a little but hadn't altogether stopped him from pursuing you.

He'd sidled up to you in a respectful way one day in the market, tipping his hat and introducing himself. You must've known who he was already, but you didn't show it, smiling sweetly and leaning against the stall you were at, engaging him in conversation that had his head spinning in the best way.

Of course he'd asked to see you again. You'd tilted your head, thinking about it, and Billy held his breath, thinking you'd say no. A good girl like you likely wouldn't want to disobey your father.

So it shocked him when you said yes. And you kept saying yes after that, for months until he woke up and found he'd known you a year, and you'd been his sweetheart for just a little under one.

Billy'd never had a girl before, not steady and constant like this. His trysts with women had often been short lived, mere imaginings almost that had no hope of lasting. But he'd known you were special from the second he saw you. He didn't want a few weeks worth of kisses, he wanted to love you.

And love you he did.

More than love, he cherished you. Every stolen second he had you in his arms he imprinted, something to recall when he had to leave.

He'd been surprised to find you were untouched; not even your lips had been caressed by another man's. You willingly gave yourself to him, gave him every one of your firsts, then every second and third after that. Billy committed your being to memory, every new piece of knowledge he gained about you shelved at the forefront of his mind. He was a man utterly obsessed.

You were the center of Billy's world, a once in a lifetime girl he always wanted to protect.

Which is why when he found you crying on your porch one night, his reaction was immediate.

Billy reached for you, arms instantly open and ready to fix it, whatever it was. You welcomed the comfort, leaning into his chest, your body shaking. Tears fell like rain down your cheeks, and he marveled at the sight. He'd never seen you cry before.

"Baby...ohh baby, whatsa matter? What happened, huh?" he asked, keeping his voice down. It was late, and your father would have gone to sleep by now, but he didn't want to risk waking him. He knew from all the other times you'd met him out here.

You didn't respond, your cries soft but intense, making him worry. Taking your hand between your chests, Billy held it to his beating heart, taking purposefully deep breaths so his chest moved up and down. He used his other hand to hold you tight against him, so your body could feel it. "Deep breaths f'me baby. Gotta stay calm. Don't want you to collapse on me, hm?"

Feeling his body so close against yours, you tried to match his pace, your tears and shaking making it hard at first, but slowly you eased into it. He nodded encouragingly and squeezed your hand. "That's it...that's it, atta girl...that's m'girl."

Your arms found their way around him, holding him tightly as your breathing slowed, becoming less hysterical. He held you in a protective stance, still holding the hand between you, the other hand at the back of your hair, holding your head to his shoulder. Naturally, his body moved, rocking you back and forth. "I gotcha. Ya don't needa fold yourself up anymore. I gotcha."

Billy's words were soothing, just what you needed to hear. If you could keep yourself here in this bubble forever, you would. When he noticed you'd calmed down a bit, he lifted your chin. "Y'know you can always tell me anything, pretty? Anything at all?"

You looked into his eyes, the events of the day echoing their sorrows into your face. It was bubbling inside you- the overwhelming cacophony of secrets.

He could see it; you knew he could. "'S okay baby. You can tell me."

Your lower lip trembled, and his heart broke at the sight of you. His hands were on your cheeks, and he kissed your forehead. "Baby...lemme help you. Let me fix this."

"You can't fix this," you breathed, shaking as your tears fell fast.

"What's goin' on?" Billy held you between his hands firmly. You knew he wouldn't let go until you gave him something.

And you didn't want to tell him the full truth.

So, you took in a shuddering breath, and said, "My...my father's sending me away."

Billy's body froze, his brow furrowing. He looked at you in disbelief. "Sendin' ya...where's he sendin' you to?"

"To a convent up north," you whispered, twin tears sliding down your cheeks, hitting his hands.

He exhaled sharply, feeling like his world was falling apart. "When?"

"Tomorrow." Your voice was small.

"Tomorrow," he repeated, nodding slowly as he took it in. Billy cast his eyes to the side as he thought quickly. "Mkay...mkay." Then, he rubbed his thumbs along your cheeks. "Pretty? Baby? Look at me."

You did as he asked, your eyes full of fear. He'd never seen you this scared, and it pushed him into action.

Billy gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead, then pulled you into his chest, holding the back of your head with one hand and the other around your waist. "Here's what we're gonna do, baby," he muttered. "I'm gonna go talk to your daddy...tell him we're gonna be wed soon."

Your head snapped up, but he pushed it back down. "Alright? Maybe he won't send ya off. But if he still does I'm gonna take ya. We'll ride off, just you and me."

Shaking your head, your eyes filled with tears again. "Billy...Billy no..."

He silenced you by kissing your head. "'M not lettin' him send my baby off to a convent. Either you're comin' with me or I'm askin' him to marry you. Ain't lettin' you go for nothin'."

You pressed your hand against his chest, getting him to look down at you. "Billy. I can't run from this, I can't..." you took in another shaky breath. "I have to go."

Billy's eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head. "Go, pretty? I just told you, I ain't lettin' ya go." He smoothed his hand over your hair. "You're my girl, ain'tcha? Ain't just any girl to me, pretty, you're my sweetheart. You trust me, don'tcha?"

You nodded. "I do. I trust you more than anyone. But..." you sniffled, looking away again. "I have to Billy. There's- I just have to."

He knew arguing with you would go nowhere, not when you were this determined. So he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Fine then. If your daddy won't let us wed, I'll follow you to that convent."

"Billy...Billy- no!" you pleaded, your voice high and scared. You tugged on his shirt. "Please...I don't want him to do something to you. I don't...I can't have you hurt because of me."

"He ain't gonna hurt me honey," Billy frowned, his hand coming to yours on his shirt.

"I know you could beat him physically," you begged, trying to make him see reason. "But my daddy's got connections for miles. He could hurt you real bad, make sure you can't find work, run you outta town. I can't have that happen to you. Please."

Billy's shoulder slumped defeatedly as he saw how anxious you were. "Pretty..." he pleaded, scrambling for a way. "We're in love, ain't we? Ya can't ask me to sit back and let ya be shipped away."

"I love you," you breathed, taking his face in your hands. "Do you know how badly I want to run off with you? Ride into the sunset, safe in your arms forever?"

"I'd marry you tomorrow, pretty," he murmured, his hand coming to your cheek, the other falling from around your waist.

You smiled in a sad way. "I know you would. But...I can't."

"Why not?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, the shadow from his hat covering his eyes. "Why do ya hafta go away?"

"I have to," you whispered, a fresh bout of tears streaming down your face. "Please Billy, just believe me-"

There was a loud noise from inside, and you jumped, looking back. Knowing this was your last chance, you turned to him and pulled his face down for a brief, but passionate kiss, your lips finding him in desperate need.

And before he could react, you were gone, running inside the house.

Billy just stood there in stunned silence for who knows how long, long after watching you retreat inside. Every fiber of his being protested. This can't be the end. No.

When it came to the people he loved, he was a fighter. And he'd be damned if he lost you this way.

He backed up to see your window, on the second floor. There was a light emanating from inside, and the sight of it lit a spark in him. without thinking too hard, Billy made his way to the sturdy tree conveniently growing right where he needed it. This wasn't the first time he'd climbed up to your room. In his mind you were a princess sequestered away in your tower, and he was your knight who'd do anything to get to you.

That was how he viewed himself when he reached the porch roof, discreetly crawling to the window and peering inside. You had been sitting on the floor inside, kneeling in front of a very small case with some of your littler belongings scattered around it. When he knocked, you turned your head, eyes widening in surprise.

You unlatched the window, and he carefully climbed inside, shutting it behind him. When he turned around, you were staring at him in disbelief. "Billy, what're you doing-"

"I ain't lettin' ya go doll," he whispered, his hands bracketing your face.

"You have to," you breathed, your hands coming to his wrists. "There aren't any other options."

"I toldja...we can leave. Right now," he said in harried tones. "We'll get married sweet. We'll be happy."

"Billy please," you closed your eyes, wishing for that fantasy. "Please don't."

He was taken aback by everything about the way you'd said it. Billy could see- you weren't going to budge. And as much as it broke his heart, he really didn't have a choice. No choice but to go along with it.

"Baby..." he shut his eyes, feeling like the ground was swept from under him.

You sniffled, feeling tears come over you again. "I'm so sorry Billy."

"No..." he shook his head, kissing your forehead. "Ain't no fault of yours."

"I don't want to leave you," you clung to him as if you could weld him to you. "But I have to...there's- I just have to."

Billy wanted to press you, make you tell him why, exactly, you had to leave him when you so clearly didn't want to. But he knew it would get him nowhere, no matter how his heart tugged at him to find out.

So, he led you to the bed, settling you between his legs so you could lie down on him. Billy rubbed your back lightly, his fingers a soothing balm to whatever was weighing on your mind.

Finally, you were quiet, your head resting on his chest. He made no attempt to move you once he realized you weren't crying anymore- he'd be your pillow anytime. Especially when you were in such distress.

And so, you laid there. Knowing it was the last time, but neither of you daring to say it.

"Billy?" you broke the silence, body limply molded against his.

"Mhm?" he kissed the top of your head, looking down at you.

"Will you tell me what it would have been like?" you asked softly, staring at the wall from where you were lying against him. "If we ran away?"

He sighed sadly; eyes weary. "Honey-"

"Please?" you lifted your head to look at him. "Give me something to dream about? While I'm gone?"

You were asking like it was a bedtime story, and he couldn't help his smile at that. How could he ever deny you anything? "Hmm," he thought for a moment, adjusting you in his arms gently. Billy could picture it all- waking up next to you every morning, working hard for you during the day and kissing you goodnight all cozy in your shared bed. "We'd go real far away, baby. No one would know us. Just you 'n me, all alone."

"Mhm?" you murmured, encouraging him to keep going.

"Yeah," he nodded, imagining it. "I'd treat ya real good angel. We'd get married right away...get a little piece 'f land somewhere 'n be happy there. It's you 'n me." He lifted your hand, kissing your palm. "You 'n me. Always."

The thought of it brought tears to your eyes, and you stayed perfectly still against his chest, seeing it all in your mind. How you wished you could stay. You'd never wanted anything more.

He rolled you over, so you were on your back, him hovering over you. Seeing the tears on your cheeks, he leaned down and kissed your nose. "Baby..." he kissed you there again. "Please. Please stay with me."

Your heart was broken, shattered, torn. Tears fell freely as he peppered soft, sweet kisses on your face. "I need ya..." a kiss on your cheek. "Need my baby." He kissed your other cheek. "Don't go." This last whisper was broken, more desperate than all the others.

"I love you," you breathed, your hands cupping his cheeks. "You're going to be just fine without me." You willed the words to be true.

Billy shook his head. "You're m' whole world." He laid to the side of you, and you turned to face him. "Won't be a day where I don't miss ya...please baby."

You pulled him so he was resting his face against your chest, close to your breasts. "No. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna..." you inhaled softly. "You're gonna meet some sweet girl in town and forget all about me."

He buried his face in your chest. "No." His words were muffled against you. "You're the sun 'n stars sweetheart. The thought of anyone takin' your place kills me."

You kissed the top of his head, hand stroking his hair. His hands dug into your hips, and he breathed deeply, inhaling your scent, like he was trying to imprint you on him.

Soon enough, he was asleep against you. He didn't move once during the night, his face staying against your chest.

When the sun started to rise, shining through your window, you shook lightly at him, trying to get him off. "Billy. You have to go before they see you."

He shook his head against your breast, his words blurred by you. "'M not goin' anywhere, baby." His lips pressed against you there. "'N you ain't goin' anywhere either."

You shook your head. "They're coming for me. I can't let my daddy see you."

"Then I'll go with you baby," he lifted his head and looked at you pleadingly. You nearly melted: his eyes were like a little boy's, the bright blue big and boring into yours. "Let's just go pretty...we can go anywhere. Anywhere ya want."

"Billy please," you murmured, taking his face in your hands. You kissed one cheek, then the other, then his nose.

"Let's just run away. Please," he begged, pressing his temple against your hand. "We'll go anywhere. Somewhere they'll never find us. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you."

"You're already good for me," you affirmed in a bittersweet way. "I can't run away from this."

"Don't care," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. "It's you 'n me baby. I'll do anything for ya." Billy's fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you into a soft kiss.

You let yourself kiss him back for a moment, then got up, putting your dress on. "I want you to stay here and work and do everything you want to do."

"I don't care about anything else," Billy insisted, getting up and wrapping his arms around you from behind. "I want you."

You brushed away the pang in your chest and stepped away from him, kneeling at your case that you'd abandoned last night in favor of his love. There were a few things you were putting inside carefully, ignoring the weight in your heart as you did.

He sat quietly beside you, watching you. There were no questions asked, nothing else to say about it.

When the box was shut, what little you were taking packed away, you took in a deep breath, staring at it. You had one of your ribbons in your hands, twisting it between your fingers.

Billy felt helpless. It was like holding onto running water. You were leaving, nearly insistent on it despite every protest and promise he put before you. Looking at you, remembering everything you'd had, he knew you were the love of his life. He didn't know how he could ever love anyone else, not in the same way or more.

Your leaving was inevitable. But he could comfort you now. He could show you he loved you, and that it wouldn't ever stop.

So, he reached out, lowering your hands. "Everything will be okay, baby."

He kissed your cheek, then reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a little gold ring looped on a strand of twine. Untying it, he picked up your hand and slid it on your finger.

Instantly recognizing it, you shook your head. "That's your mama's wedding ring. I can't take it from you...you shouldn't-"

Billy tilted your chin up, kissing you softly. His fingers intertwined with yours. "I want you to have it, sweetheart," he said gently. "My mama always told me that this ring was a symbol of love 'n protection. She'd wear it every day to keep us safe." He pressed another kiss to her lips, adding quietly, "It suits ya too, pretty."

You looked down at it, noticing how perfectly it fit around your finger. The fact made you smile sadly. "You're gonna meet another girl you'll want to give this to."

He shook his head firmly. "I don't want anyone else to have it." Billy squeezed your hand and lifted it to his lips. "I want you to have it and keep it safe. So you'll always know how much I love you."

For the millionth time, a tear made its way down your cheek. You threw yourself into his arms, memorizing how the plane of his body felt against you.

Billy held you close, and you knew if you asked him so, he wouldn't let go. But you knew you had to, so you leaned back, looking at him. The ribbon was being twisted over your fingers again anxiously.

He glanced down at your hands again, taking them and untwisting the ribbon, taking it from you. "It's okay baby." he said softly, his voice soothing.

You nodded, leaning against him for a moment. He was the eye of your storm.

There was a sudden noise, and voices downstairs. You sat up, looking at the door. They were here.

Standing up, you took your case, holding it by the top handle. He watched you, every inch of his being screaming to grab you and never let you go.

But he couldn't.

Instead, he took his face in your hands, kissing you softly. "I love ya. Never forget it."

"I could never," you breathed, pressing your forehead against his. Then, with one final look, you whispered, "I love you."

And then you were gone, shutting the door behind you, leaving him standing in your room with your ribbon in his hand.

Of course, Billy wasn't going to let you leave just like that.

He'd played along with you for the sake of your distress, but in truth, his mind had been running all night, trying to make something of a plan.

There weren't many options, truth be told. Evidently, he couldn't go to your father, and he couldn't run away with you, at least not yet.

So, after you'd been escorted out by a woman in a black dress, and your father left for town, he snuck from your bedroom window to his horse, whom he'd left grazing in a nearby grove. He rode to town himself with one objective in mind. There weren't many convents close to the county, and he assumed your father wouldn't send you terribly far away.

He asked around town about convents near here, trying to stay discreet. Luckily, nobody seemed to think anything of it, and he got information on one about a day's ride away.

Hoping and praying that it was the right one and that your father hadn't sent you to one several states away, he started to ride in that direction.

It was a long journey. All day as the sun beat down on him, all he could think of was you, and whether you were okay or not. Were you scared? Unsafe?

A million thoughts raced the track of his mind and looped back again. There was no guarantee that you would even come with him. You seemed to be trapped in a stubborn spot. He still didn't understand at all why you had insisted on going. Why you had chosen the convent over marrying him. Why despite choosing the convent over marrying him, you'd still cried over leaving him.

Hopefully he'd get his answers when he saw you.

The convent was in wooded area, hidden in the trees. Due to this fact, he was able to discreetly sneak close, leaving his horse tied to a tree in order to make his way closer on foot.

A stone wall that wasn't terribly high surrounded the convent, and Billy used a nearby tree to climb over, hoping there wasn't anybody on the other side. He realized then that he had no idea where you were located within the large building. Nobody seemed to be outside, so he quietly wandered, looking for any sign of you.

Someone must have been smiling on Billy that day, because he caught sight of an open window, and a woman sitting on a bed, and oh...he'd recognize that silhouette anywhere.

Softly, he snuck closer, realizing there was someone in there with you. An older woman standing in front of you, holding a piece of paper. "...admitted for pre-marital conception, is that right?"

Billy's blood ran cold. Pre-marital-

You nodded solemnly, looking at your hands in your lap. You were wearing a light blue dress, and you looked paler, sadder than he'd seen last.

His heart clenched as the woman took one of your hands, with a gentle smile on her face. "It's okay sweetheart. You're in the right place. And we'll make sure the baby finds a good home."

Breath caught in his throat, Billy's eyes went wide, and he felt time stand still. He looked to you, at your worn appearance and tired demeanor. A few details clicked into place.

The woman left your room, and you leaned forward, burying your face in your hands. He stared at you silently, his heart in his throat. Time was frozen, nothing mattered anymore.

This was why you'd been sent away.

Billy felt a surge of adrenaline, of ferocious protectiveness wash over him, and he stood up straight, hoisting himself over your windowsill.

You jumped; eyes wide as you realized who it was. "Billy-"

He didn't say a word, just rushed to you, gathering you into his arms and hugging you tight.

Hesitantly, as if you were unsure if this was real, you hugged him back. For a moment, Billy didn't care about any of it. He was just happy to have you in his arms.

"Billy what are you doing here?" you breathed, sounding relieved and confused all at the same time.

"Ya really thought I was leavin' ya baby?" he asked quietly, rubbing your back. "Ain't no chance. I'd crawl from my grave to come find ya."

"You shouldn't be here," you said softly, pulling back to look up at him. "It's not safe."

"Shh," he soothed, kissing the top of your head and nudging his nose into your hair. Oh, how he'd missed that sweet scent.

Stepping back from his arms a bit, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. "Billy."

He shook his head, putting one big hand over your tummy, rubbing it softly. "Not leavin'. Never again."

You paled, your heart sinking. "How did you-"

"Heard that woman talkin' outside the window," Billy explained calmly, his eyes not leaving yours. "Baby..." he took your face in his hands. "Why didn't ya tell me?"

Biting your lip, you looked like you were about to cry. "Billy..."

He recognized the situation, sitting down on the bed and bringing you to sit with him. Knowing you'd need a lot of love to get through this, he pulled you to rest between his arms, head on his chest.

"I was going to tell you," you started, voice a helpless whisper. "I found out a week before I was sent away. But I didn't tell you right away because I wasn't sure how."

Billy nodded, fingers trailing lightly up and down your back.

You continued. "I had gone to the doctor, and he told my father. I wasn't discreet enough. I just wanted to know for sure before I told you." You still seemed upset at this mistake. "And I guess my father wrote to have me sent here the same day. He didn't tell me I was leaving until that night on the porch."

His face fell. "You had to carry this all this time by yourself? Baby..." he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You coulda told me all this." Billy's eyes fell to your stomach, for the first time noticing the slight gentle protrusion of it. That was his baby. His child you were carrying. His gaze was affectionate as he looked from you to your belly, filled with wonder.

A defeated look crossed your face. "I just..." Your eyes filled with tears. "I was so scared. And I figured...it would be better if I went away and had the baby and you'd be free of us. We wouldn't be a burden."

At your words, he squeezed you tight against him, shaking his head. His heart ached at your words, at the thought that you thought such a thing. "You 'nd my child could never be a burden." He kissed your hair again. "Don't you ever think that again. Never think I don't want you. Never think I'd be better without you. Cause it ain't true. Not one bit."

You looked up at him, the unexpected confession softening you and easing your mind. Sniffling, you looked down at your belly, hand ghosting over it.

He noticed how thin you were at that moment. Too thin if you were pregnant. "You been eatin' at all sweetheart?"

"It's been hard," you confessed, still leaning into him. He was rocking you back and forth gently, trying to keep you calm.

"Gotta keep eatin," he murmured against your hair. "Gotta keep my little one healthy."

"Which of us is your little one?" you asked, smiling up at him a little.

That got him. There you were. His sweet girl. "Both o' ya," he mumbled, holding you close. "When we go home we're gonna get ya somethin' real good to eat. Plenty've good stuff for you 'nd the baby."

You looked up at him, tilting your head a smidge. "Home?"

"I'm takin' ya home baby," he muttered, still rocking you lightly.

"You can't Billy, I have to stay here," you said earnestly, your hand coming to his over your belly. "If my father finds out-"

"He'll have to deal with it," Billy concluded, rubbing your stomach. "I'm not losin' my girl."

"We can't just run away," you sighed, shaking your head, a thousand possibilities running through it. "We don't have anywhere to go, any money-"

"I've got money saved up," Billy assured, and you looked up at him, furrowing your brow in confusion. He smiled fondly. "Knew I wanted to marry ya from the first time I met ya. 'Course I started savin'."

The sentiment warmed you from the inside out. You felt a little better hearing that, but your worries still plagued you. "Where would we go?"

"Anywhere," he smiled, squeezing your hands. "We'd have to ride back into town for a day or so, so I could get things settled with Tunstall 'n all. But after that we're free."

You looked concerned. "But...you love working for Tunstall. And the Regulators. You shouldn't give that up..."

Billy met your gaze with soft but determined eyes. He brought his hand to your cheek stroking it. "The Regulators're my friends, and Tunstall's a real good man but..." he looked down at your belly again. "You're more important. You 'n our baby. I wanna make a life for us somewhere. One where we can be happy together." He leaned in and kissed you lightly. "'nd I know we can't do that with you so scared o' what your daddy's gonna do."

"We could make it work," you tried, despite knowing he was right.

"It ain't just that," Billy said firmly, but gently. "The life I live, the life of an outlaw. It ain't safe. I can't put you 'n the baby in danger. You are my priority. Always have been, but more than ever now."

The feeling of having him care so deeply about you was invigorating. You'd known he loved you, but this. He was doing this for you. For you and the baby. You threw your arms around him, happy tears spilling from your eyes.

Billy smiled, holding you against him. "We'll settle down proper. That's my choice. It ain't givin' anything up when it's for you. It's you 'n me. Always."

Pulling back, you pressed your lips against his in a long, sweet kiss that he returned in full. Billy was a lover to his core, and you thanked your lucky stars you found such a gentle man in the shell of such a hardened outlaw.

He helped you out the window, likely more gently than he would have had you not had his baby encased in your belly. You were holding your little case that you hadn't even unpacked since arriving.

Giddy and nearly drunk off your excitement, you ran hand in hand from the window. He lifted you to sit on the wall surrounding the convent, hoisted himself over it, then grabbed you around the waist to help you down. And then you were off.

He held your hand, and you whispered excitedly to him, feeling absolutely nothing but pure bliss. He was yours. And he was running away with you.

When you made it to his horse, he helped you up, sitting behind you on the saddle. You held your little case between your legs, and he kept one arm wrapped around you as he steered the horse away, back in the direction of town.

You had to stop and sleep at one point, and he put his jacket around you, lying down behind you on the soft grass and cuddling you into his chest so you'd be warm. You slept facing each other all night long, his arms tightly shielding you.

When the two of you reached town, you were immediately on edge, worried to death about seeing your father. But he reassured you it would be alright. It wouldn't be long that he'd have to speak with Tunstall.

Billy left you at the general store, with a list of a few things to collect for the journey. You began to work your way down it, growing less paranoid as you shopped.

Finishing quickly, hoping Billy was done too, you gathered your things in a bag and walked outside, heading to his horse.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone duck into an alleyway by the store. Could that have been Billy? Maybe he was in trouble.

You made your way over to the darkened corridor between buildings, peeking around the corner. Was it him? Approaching carefully, you called, "Billy?"

As you got closer, you could see that it wasn't him. Your eyes widned, and you backed up slowly, but the man spun around, grabbing you around the waist and pressing a gun to your side.

"Don't scream," the man breathed, his breath hot against your ear.

You were frozen, dropping your bag and holding your hands up. Breathing shakily, you whispered, "What do you want with me?"

"We're gonna go for a little ride, sweetheart," the man said, and your heart rate sped up exponentially. Nononononono.

"Don't do this," you breathed, trembling. "Please. Just let me go."

"I'm under higher orders," the man said harshly, tugging on your arm. "Come with me, or I'll be forced to blow your pretty brains out."

Your feet acted of their own accord, moving you along with him. He led you out the other side of the alleyway, lifting you onto a black horse. Swinging his leg over the other side, he looked behind him at you. "Hold on tight. It's gonna be a fast ride."

Wrapping your arms around him and hanging on for dear life, you prayed silently, silent tears streaming down your face.

Billy, please find me.

Concluding his business had been surprisingly easy.

Billy had known Tunstall was a good man, but when he'd told him the situation, he was further impressed by him. The Brit had thanked him profusely for all he'd done and told him to come back anytime he needed.

He'd left in good spirits (and with some spirits in him). Meandering over to the general store, he poked his head inside, confused when you weren't there. When he looked over at his horse, he didn't see you beside him either.

Perplexed, he wandered down the street, stopping at an empty space between two buildings. There was a bag that looked like it'd been dropped in a hurry. When he picked it up and looked inside, he saw a group of items that looked a lot like what he'd told you to collect at the store.

Panic shot through him, and he ran out into the street, looking around for any possible sign of you. His mind immediately jumped to the worst, and he tried to take deep breaths. Whatever the situation was, being panicked wasn't going to help anything.

He saw Charlie, one of the men he'd worked with, rushing toward him, and he grasped to that lifeline, grabbing him on the shoulders. "Have you seen my girl anywhere 'round here?"

Charlie's eyes were wide. "That's what I need to tell ya. Billy..."

His heart pounded like a hammer against his chest. "What? What is it?"

"Someone took her," Charlie grabbed his arms. "Some man on a black horse. Forced 'er onto it and rode away. Someone saw through their window."

All the blood drained from Billy's face. Kidnapped? He shook his head, gripping Charlie. "Where? Where'd they take her?"

"Looks like they were headin' up north," Charlie explained, pulling on his arm. "Toward that one hideout in the mountains. Reckon it's that gang that got ahold of 'er."

Billy nodded, relieved there was at least some idea of where you were. He gritted his teeth. "I needa go get her."

"Me 'n the rest of the men'll come with ya," Charlie assured, clapping him on the back and half running away. "You'll need backup!"

Watching as Charlie ran, Billy stumbled to his horse, shoving the bag of supplies in a saddlebag and hoisting himself up. He had never been more frightened in his life. Not only had you been taken, but it was you and your unborn child. His protective habits were working overtime, pumping his body with adrenaline.

Meeting the boys at the edge of town, they began to ride swiftly. He hadn't even ridden this fast to get to the convent. At least there he knew you were safe. Here, he had no idea if you were hurt, or drugged, or...

Billy forced himself to keep that last thought at bay.

They reached the spot in the mountains, and Billy was off his horse before it was fully stopped, running at the spot he was sure you were being held. It was nearly sunset.

There was a place in the ground with a metal covering. He kicked at it, hearing the hollow sound and then kicking it open. His men were right behind him as he climbed down the ladder, jumping to the ground.

He was trod carefully, warily keeping an eye out, his gun drawn. The corridors were dark. These men could be hiding anywhere. After walking for a bit, he spotted you, arms and legs tied together, thrown against the wall.

There was blood soaking the skirt of your dress.

Time was slow. His senses were blurred. Billy didn't drop his gun, but collapsed in front of you, his hands coming to your arms and looking over you, feeling dazed.

"Baby..." he breathed, unsure where to touch you. "Where are you hurt?"

You looked up at him, eyes broken. The defeated look, the hopelessness in your face shattered his heart. "Don't...don't...you shouldn't have come..."

He furrowed his brow, shaking his head. "What're you talkin' about...baby..."

"Drop your weapon."

The voice from behind him sounded familiar. He could hear gunshots outside, and he knew his men must be embroiled in a hell of a fight.

Slowly, Billy dropped his gun and turned, viewing the face of your captor. It seemed every time he thought he'd gotten over his shock, something new knocked him back into it.

Your father stood with his gun drawn, pointing it directly at Billy's head. You whimpered, trying to move toward him, but couldn't, your restraints holding you back.

"Kinda man are ya, holdin' your daughter hostage?" Billy spat, looking your father right in the eye.

The man scoffed. "All business, Kid. Ain't nobody exempt from it. She's fine."

"She's covered in blood," Billy shot back, his hands still in the air. "The hell have you let your men do to her?"

"Ain't nothin' my men did," your father's voice was cold. "If anything it's your fault. Damn bastard you put inside 'er."

Billy's blood went cold. His hands were shaking with the urge to pummel your father to the ground, but he didn't want to make you see that. "What does that mean?"

"Had the camp doctor take a look at 'er, but there ain't much he could do," his voice was like ice. "Reckon the blood on her dress is all that's left of it."

His heart plummeted to his stomach. No. He risked a look over at you, at your exhausted, haggard appearance. Tearing his eyes away, he resolved to deal with your safety first, then comfort.

Your father laughed cruelly. "You couldn'ta left her in that convent, could ya? Let us catch ya the easy way. But no, you had to make me kidnap my own kin and hold her here to wait for ya."

Billy was seething now. Everything he was saying stuck another pin in his heart. Everything about the situation was so far beyond horrible that he couldn't wrap his mind around it. "What d'ya want with me?"

"Want you to get outta town," your father demanded, still holding the gun firmly. "Take you and your good-for-nothin' crew out. Murphy's orders."

He should have known your father was a part of the Circle here in town. All the rich folk were. But to be involved to this level, to the point of hurting his own child to get what he wanted out of the organization, that was the cherry on top. He just had to bring you into this, the sweetest, most innocent thing he'd ever known.

"Ain't no way I'm leavin'," Billy growled. "'Specially when I know how far you'd go doin' evil. Hurtin' a woman, hurtin' your child."

"What's it to you?" your father glared. "You clearly got a good fuck outta her-"

A gunshot echoed in the chamber, and Billy dove to you, throwing his body over yours. He covered you for a second, making sure there were no other shots, then looked up behind you. Charlie was standing there, gun still smoking. Your father was collapsed on the ground, bleeding out.

Instantly, Billy turned back to you, shielding you from the gruesome sight. He took your face in your hands, immediately trying to calm you down. "Baby...baby you're safe. You're safe, you're okay. I've gotcha." His words were fast, tripping over each other.

Your breathing was uneven, little whimpers falling from your mouth with each one. Billy pulled you into him, so your face was buried against his chest. "It's all over. All done now, sweet." He scooped you up, keeping you crushed against his chest as he hurried away from the scene. "'m so sorry, 'm so sorry baby. I shoulda been more careful-"

"Billy, please," you choked, your arms wrapped tightly around him, face fiercely buried into his neck. "Not your fault."

"Shh," Billy soothed, holding your body tightly. He secured your legs around his waist, one arm holding you up under your bottom as he climbed up the hatch. The last golden rays of sun stretched to meet you as he maneuvered his way up to the ground, collapsing over the edge into the grass on his back, still keeping you tucked into his chest. He was sprawled out, hat knocked off his head, you thrown over his chest. You were crying, body shaking with overwhelmed, exhausted sobs.

Breaths coming hard and deep, he kissed your hair, holding you tightly as the sun set on this horrible day.

"I've gotcha," he gasped. "I've gotcha."

The aftermath was messy, to say the least.

His men took care of everything, knowing he'd want to take you home after the ordeal you'd been through over the past few days.

Billy was careful with you, as if you'd shatter any second. Not knowing where else to go, he took you back to your old house, hoping being somewhere familiar would calm you.

He carefully peeled your dress from your body, planning to burn it later, running a hot bath for you. Understanding that you didn't want to be alone even for a second, he got right in behind you, scrubbing your body clean of dirt and blood and whatever else had marred you in his time away from you.

After asking a million times if you were okay, if the doctor had handled things correctly, he resolved to believe you. Dressing you carefully in your nightdress, he carried you to bed, getting in right next to you and carefully winding his arms around you. Tucked safely into his chest, he finally breathed easy.

"I'm so sorry this happened, sweet girl," he breathed, lying beside you. He was stroking up and down your cheek, looking at you like you'd disappear if he moved his eyes for even a second.

"I don't want to talk about him," you muttered, closing your eyes briefly. "He was always awful."

"Yeah," Billy validated you, thumb running up and down. Up and down. The gentle motion slowed your heart.

"It's everything with the-" you automatically moved your hand to your stomach, then away when your motion remembered.

His eyes were soft. "Oh, sweetheart."

You shook your head as tears filled your eyes for the millionth time. "I'm sorry-"

"No," he cut you off, kissing the hand he was holding between you. "Ain't your fault. It couldn'ta been helped."

"I feel like I failed you," you confessed, a sob choking your voice. "I-"

"You're grieving," Billy whispered, bringing you closer to him, lying on his back so you could rest on his chest. "I know you're gonna feel like this for a bit. It's okay. But you ain't gonna blame yourself for this. I won't let ya."

He kissed your temple. "We're gonna be together for a long, long time. This ain't the last time we're gonna talk about babies. I promise you that." Looking down at your hand, it warmed his heart to see his mama's wedding ring still on your finger, still snug and safe there. "I want to promise you everything."

Billy's words were so sincere, so true that it was impossible not to believe him. So, the flower of hope blooming in your chest again, you nodded.

There had never been anything so serious to happen to you like this before. He had comforted you, sure, but just for little things. Now that the worst of the worst had happened, and he'd stuck by you through it all, holding you tight to his chest as life raged against you, you loved him more than ever for it.

The tears were still falling. The pain was still there. It wouldn't just go away, you knew that.

But he was here. Your rock, your eye in the storm. Your Billy. And as long as you were his, you were in his harbor.

No force could tear you away.

#billy the kid #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #billy the kid 2022 #william h bonney fanfiction #william h bonney x you #william h bonney imagines #william h bonney x reader #milliesfishes billy #Spotify

[strawb3rrystar]

You have Helluva casts with Luci's sis but what about them with Charlie's sis!?!

Like imagine Charlie's sis who's an opposite of her. She's quiet,reserved,but love her sister and father dearly. She support her sis idea for tee hotel but decided to look for another job and let her be. What if the helluva casts meet her?? Or heck even have a relationship with each of them and introduce them to her sis and dad and them react to the reader being the twins sis of the princess of hell??

(Bonus platonic uncle-auntie relationship with the 3 Sins since i see them like that to Charlie-)

With Blitz,M&M,Loona,Stolas,Striker and Fizz

Twins with the golden hooves.

Pairing: Blitzø, Poly! Millie & Moxxie, Loona, Stolas, Striker, Fizzarolli x Fem! Princess of Hell! Reader

Warnings: None!

Word count: 444

✰Masterlist

Blitzø will internally freak out when meeting your dad. But on the outside, he's cool and calm. Is literally so shocked when you tell him you're the Princess of Hell. Especially because you never really use your powers to threaten people. He knows that if it were him, he would definitely threaten people. Sweating buckets talking to your dad and sister, lets out a sigh of relief when you leave Lucifer's castle.

Millie will be super excited to meet your father and sister. While Moxxie is extremely nervous and awkward when meeting them. He'll do a ton of research beforehand about Lucifer. Yet, he still somehow makes a fool out of himself. Luckily, Charlie finds it to be very endearing, so Luci can't get upset. Not that he would, but still, he scares Moxxie to death.

Loona is really chill about you being the Princess of Hell. She won't make a big deal about it or anything. It actually quite happy to meet your dad, she's just glad it isn't her's. So, you can imagine her surprise meeting Lucifer. She thinks Charlie is chill, though. Agrees when Charlie wants to give you guys a tour of her hotel. And she's actually really fascinated about it! Honestly, you love when her dorky side comes out.

Stolas is quite surprised that you're also a royal. And an even more powerful one than him! He actually gets really excited when you talk about your family. Appreciates that you don't use your status as a way for you to get attention. He's in awe the entire time he's meeting Lucifer and bombards him with questions. I don't think he'll treat you any differently however, despite being the Princess of Hell.

Striker is very amused that you're the Princess of Hell. His sweet, little girlfriend being a powerful demon? He thinks that will be very useful to him. Of course, he has much disdain for the fact that you're a royal. But he'll pretend and put on a fake smile when meeting your father. He has natural charms, but nothing gets past your sister and her ways.

Fizzarolli gets super nervous when meeting your father. The poor guy is sweating buckets. He's so afraid of making a bad impression, or his jokes not landing. However, your father is a sweetheart who will laugh at almost everyone's jokes. This would be a huge ego boost for him, and he'll kiss your face as you walk home. He'll actually do monthly performances at the hotel when it starts getting more people at it. Of course it will take a lot to convince him, but you're really good at sweet talking Mammon.

Star's notes -> Such a cute concept anon! Also, I'm almost finished all the Harry Potter movies, so I might start writing some fics! ;3

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

Taglist -> @sunshines-bright @saints-wrapped-in-plastic @sweetadonisbutbetter @little-miss-chaoss @sunr1s3-strab3rr1

@naathanuwu @solicitedfreakiness @f4gg0t-4-0b3y-m3 @samohxt2-0 @astrolovedy

@facelessfionna @elementwind91 | Join the taglist

#☆strawb3rrystar answers requests #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva blitzo #blitzo x reader #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss millie #millie x reader #helluva millie #helluva moxxie #helluva boss moxxie #moxxie x reader #moxxie #helluva loona #helluva boss loona #loona x reader #stolas x reader #stolas helluva boss #stolas goetia #stolas #striker x reader #helluva boss striker #striker helluva boss #fizzarolli helluva boss #fizzaroli helluva boss #fizzarolli

[luciawithoutj]

Hey hi hello!

I have some things to say about new merch and jo merch in general so this is gonna be a litrle longer post and actually I think I should cange my semiotics theme (which is already about jo) about how bad their merch design is.

First of all little disclaimer: this is all my humble opionion based on what I learned in my one year of being graphic design student and an artist and designer on the internet for last 4-5 years. Before going to uni I learned most of about art and graphic design stuff by reading books and watching tons of yt videos. Second of all this critic is just coming from place of love for this band because I see so mucb potential and they could do some amazing merch designs if they give it a chance and I am fully aware how expensive the touring is and why they had to cut the quality of merch products.

So far my favorite jo band merch designs are cds (that probably required some designer to make), condoms (because they are really funny, genius, nicely designed and unique merch that fit the vibe of the band and matches their songs as well) and the new tshirt from last merch drop (which design is made by one slovenian fanartist : link.

Main reason that made me want to speak up is seeing that this merch drop will only have 100 products (my friend said that could mean 20-ish shirts per size) which how big this fandom has gotten in last year is pretty really dam limited. For a limited product I am really disappointed and I hoped for more. For such a limited product that design is the most default design they could have gone for and I am so sorry for Damon because his work is goregous, amazing, breathtaking and I could talk about it for ages and how inspiring it is but this shirt design isn't serving.

If they wanted to do bare minimum of design with those 5 images here is some of my ideas (unfortunately I don't have time to visually show them to yall on a mock ups because of finals that I should be studying for instead of writing this so try to imagine what I am trying to say and demonstrate). First is just simple instead of white choose black shirt or even better a thisrt. If you want it to go a stepp further is using their name logo font (font name is Avaline btw if anyone wants to download and use it for their designs :))) and either put it how they did when they promoted the everybody's waiting or to write idk therapy sessions or anything related to the band or it can even be some inside joke.

Something like this would make design just a bit more intersting but still bare minimum but amazing for regular merch. If they want to go a step further but want to keep the long sleeves (this idea was suggested by few people I talked too) they could put pictures vertically on the sleeves. I would find it a bit cooler if it is on the right sleeve out-side and then they put their band logo (the heart one) on the left side of the shirt where people's hearts normally are.

After exams I would definitely like to try to make some designs and just limit myself with this 5 pictures and play with typography and photoshoop to make something interesting.

Another I want to mentioned is how in my humble opinion if you are gonna sell limited edition either make it really pretty or good quality or really cursed and funny with inside jokes.

I think people (and me first) would eat tshirts (but also other merch designs) with some cursed designs or just texts that say "sparklative" or "slay pose" or "I feel SloveNACE" (this 3 were suggested by amazing people in tumblr discord server) or even let Jan photoshoop their faces on most random picture. This 5 guys with their gen z humour could make and do some hilarious merch like how amazing idea the condoms are.

Last thing I want to say is how many amazingly talented fans are. I mean even Damon was so shocked and moved by amount of talent and art made in this community. Furthermore I know (some of them as online friends and mutuals, others as just artists from same fandom) who are also either graphic design students or they work in art/graphic design/entertainment fields and some of them (including myself) would be so happy to even make few merch designs or art for them for freee or for a ticket for their show. Personally I would die from happiness if I get a chance to work with my favorite band that inspires me so much everyday to the point people at my uni think I am from Slovenia and know slovenian because of how much I include them in my uni work and how much fanart and designs I made because of them in last 6 months.

I just think there is so much potential guys might not be aware of (Idk honestly because who knows what is going on backstage in their lives). But yeah they could have even asked Damon to help them with composition of the pictures on that shirt or even hire Racik to make some pretty art or any fanartist honestly. Here is just few links of my favorite fanartists who also do a lot of graphic design related stuff (and also some of them sell their products on their own websites/redbubble/etsy/inprint/etc) :

Tia <3

Roxanne

Vic

jo.kam_ (previously mentioned her design)

Lemon

yelecx

Racik (ofc)

There is probably more but my brain for hell of it won't remember any names so feel free to add in the comments or tags more artists <3

I could probably go more in depth and give more ideas how to improve merch designs the cheapest and best way as possible but still trying to keep the quality good as it needs to be. I know there is still gonna be people fighting for this shirts and people are still gonna buy their merch but just it hurts my art/designer soul seeing this bad designs when there is so much potential and they have amazing fans and amazing crew and they work with so many talnted people and they themselves are so talented and their music inspired so many and so much.

Thanks everyone for coming to my TedTalk. <3

Actually now I am thinking and from just talking about jo work from design and semiotics perspective for that semiotics seminar I could just focus on their merch design and go more in detail about it and if yall want when it is done and I translate it in english I could share it here for people who want to read about it. Let me know I guess.

Also if someone is interested my art and design insta is lucia.without.j and my redbubble is lucia-without-j and my dms are always open if someone wants to chat or complain about anything art, design, joker out or any other fandom I am in related.

P. S. I am so sorry for any spelling mistakes and if what I said doesn't make sense. English isn't my first language.

#joker out #kris guštin #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #nace jordan #jure maček #damon baker #new merch #graphic design #merch design #lucia is yapping again

[mommycitas]

Hi!! would you pls write some negan x fem!reader? i love angst so maybe the prompt “this is gonna hurt but you need to be quiet okay doll?”

A/N; thank you for the req!!! I wasn't really sure what situation you wanted for the prompt so me being me it's gonna be sum smut ToT !! But if that isn't what you wanted,(I'm so so sorry if that's the case btw ToT) feel free to re-req and specify the situation you wanted and any other further details!!

summary; After being found by some of the Saviors, you are brought to Negan where he gives you a offer of a lifetime.

pairing; Negan x Virgin!fem!reader

Pronouns/Name; She/Her , Y/N

Warning; Age gap (reader in early 20s, Negan in early 40s) Swearing and such, Negan being Negan, sexual comments, semi-public sex(inside a storage closet), taking of virginity, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, thoughts of cunnilingus and sex. breeding kink if you squint hard enough. NOT PROOF READ !!

Word count; 1.7k

!! MINORS DISCOURAGED !!

You run through the woods, dodging trees, vines, and bushes. You look over your shoulder to see a large group of zombies chasing you. You lost all your handheld weapons and ran out of ammo for your gun, so you had no choice but to run.

You had been running for what seemed like 30 minutes until you couldn't seem them anymore. You leaned against a tree to try and rest. You grabbed your bad off your shoulder and reached inside to get some water, finding you had nothing but empty bottle you angrily toss all your belongs on the ground.

"Fuck!!" you practically screamed. Hearing a branch snap from the tree behind you, you realized the error of your ways. Standing silently, breathless, you waited for whatever was there to pass. After a minute or two you turn around the tree to see if you can see anything. Before you could even see anything or one, you felt something hard smash against your head and everything went black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Slowly waking up, you open your eyes to darkness. Laying on the cold floor of a broom closet it seems like. "Oh well fuck me." You groan to yourself before steadily trying to stand up. Kicking on the door a few times "Let me out!!" you yell. You go to kick one more time before the door swings open. A man with stringy blonde hair and half his face had a nasty scar on it. "Where am I?" you demand "Be quiet" he groans at you. He backs up and a few men walk over, most of them holding guns and such. "Come with me" he groans yet again. Following him, you see the kind of place you're in. It seems to have been a factory before the old times maybe?

It's full of people and children. You haven't seen anywhere like this in so long. A feeling of euphoria brushes over you when you suddenly walk into the same man you were following. "Watch where you're going, we're here." He opens a door and shoves you in before closing the door again.

You looked around the room shocked at what you were seeing. You couldn't believe something like this existed in a time like this. Doing a little spin to look around you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. A tall man wearing a leather jacket was standing behind you. "Here doll, sit down." He ushered you to the two couches sitting face to face on the side of the room. taking a quick seat, he follows and does the same. "Hi, I'm Negan." you smile at the introduction "I'm Y/N."

"Welcome to the sanctuary!" he had such enthusiasm in his voice, it was nice to hear after months of only having hearing zombie groans. "Sorry, my men were so brute with you. They saw you in the woods and thought you needed help." "So they knocked me out?" he didn't respond to that, only giving you a weird look. "Now. If you want to stay here, you have to work for your place. So I'm gonna break it down for you, in four choices. One: You wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two: You get out of that nasty little cell you woke up in, you work for points, but you're gonna wish you were dead. Or three: You work for me, you get yourself a brand new pair of shoes and you live like a king. Or." He paused and examined your facial expressions.

"Number four. You become one of my wives and don't work a day in your life, get whatever you want, and get screwed by me every night!" You just stared at him blankly, not knowing if he was joking or not "Cat got your tongue?" he laughed "One of your wives? Plural?" the thought of that made you feel sick, but you've had it so hard for months, not having to do anything sounded kind of nice. "Hell yeah! You know, you are super hot and I'd love to be pounding into you already." "That's gotta be a joke, right? This whole thing is a joke? All four options?"

He just let out a low belly laugh that sent shivers down your spine. "Let me show you doll." before you knew it he was leading you down a corridor swinging around a baseball bat. The first spot was "door number 1" as he would say. You watched as men in sacks fight with walkers chained to a fence. You look at Negan and shake your head "I'm not one for manual labor." One by one she shows you the next two locations. None of them really resinated with you, like you've said you don't really like doing work. That was until he showed you a room where four beautiful girls wearing cocktail dresses sat, laughed, and drank. When you walked into the room they all gave you a look. Negan explained what being a wife meant and the perks and rules of it was. But you weren't sure what to do or even if you should stay.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat in the dark cold room you woke up in. Thinking all the situations over, you thought about Negan. About how good his salt and pepper beard would feel against the inside of your thighs when he's face first in your cunt. While you were a virgin and you've never even tried to touch yourself, you had a good idea of sex and foreplay. You thought about how good Negan would look naked, pounding into you. You felt your pussy throb at the thought.

Before you knew it you were pounding on the door yelling for Negan. After a minute he threw the door open "Jesus doll! Are you dying in here? Lucky I was just passing by." he laughs before being interrupted by you aggressively placing your hands on his chest "Please Negan, I need you, I want to be your wife, take me please." you look up at him and see his eyes are already blown with a lustful fog. "I've been waiting for you to say that since I laid eyes on your tight ass." his lips crash onto yours before you have the chance of even considering changing your mind. He closes the door, the only light coming from the small lantern on the floor he had brought in. He pushes you against the wall making quick work on the button of your cargo shorts, dropping them on the floor, leaving you your underwear.

He rubs you through the material, feeling how wet you already are for him, feeling him smirk against your lips. In one quick motion he tugs off your underwear and rubs your clit. You moan against him before pulling away. "Negan.. umm I'm a virgin." you embarrassingly reveal "Holy shit. Been a while since I plowed a virgin, this should be fun." He plunged one finger into you, gaging your reaction and never removing eye contact. You squeak and your head falls into the crook of his neck, feeling a kind of pleasure you've never known before, quickening his pace you become more slick by the second. He kisses you on the top of the head before continuing "I'm gonna add another finger, ok doll?" you nod in response. Feeling him stretch you out, you let out a cry. He pumps his digits in and out of you while nipping at your ear. Just as you feel that knot in your stomach start to form, he removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, you whine in protest. But before you can protest more, he grabs your shoulder and turns you around, pressing your face against the harsh cold wall. Using his free hand he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, grabbing his cock out of his boxers. "This is gonna hurt but you need to be quiet ok doll?" he whispers in your ear while rubbing his tip from your entry to your clit back and forth. He lines his tip up with your opening and slowly pushes himself in about half the way.

The strange change from absolute pleasure to the feeling of your cunt ripping in half made you loudly cry out. "Doll, I told you, you need to be quiet. Anyone that walks by could hear you." he says while covering your mouth with his rough palm. You stare up at him through the glossy coating covering your eyes. He continues pushing himself into you until he's skin to skin. You had never felt such pain yet such pleasure in your life. He soaks inside you for a minute to let you adjust to being so stretched out. You nod to the best of your abilities, letting him know he can continue. At first he starts slowly, rocking his hips gently back and forth in and out of you. After a minute or two of this he removes the grip on your shoulder and replaces it on your hip and starts going harder and faster. Violently crashing into you at a quickening pace making a dull smacking noise. You moan in a muffled tone into his palm. Drool sneaking past his calloused grip flowing down your chin. A minute into this you feel that same knot tighten inside your core. Negan could tell by your mannerisms that you were close and you could tell too. Tears streaming down your face you let out one final loud moan that even muffled would be loud enough for anyone near to hear, you released all over Negans large cock. With your cunt tightening around him, he was teetering over the edge.

With a few more sloppy uncoordinated thrusts you feel his cum all inside you. Ropes of warmth shooting up and inside you. He quickly pulls out and pulls up your underwear, leaving you sitting in his semen. You both adjust yourselves and throw your clothes on before leaving the closet.

You were filled with such a happy euphoria hand in hand with Negan. "Now lets go get your sexy little ass one of those hot ass black dresses."

#negan smith #negan x reader #the walking dead #smut #negan fanfiction #twd negan #twd x reader

[skania]

OnK Chapter 151

Me two weeks ago:

Me reading this chapter:

The fact that Aka did parallel Chapter 30 makes me feel like we're definitely going to see some Tokyo Blade & Private parallels as the anime covers those arcs. For the better or for the worse.

But we'll get there in due time. For now, time to laugh at the writing again 😂

I have to hand it to Aka. I mentioned that last chapter highlighted like half the reasons why I find romantic Aqua/Kana so poorly written, and this chapter right here did a fine job at highlighting the rest 😂

I want to be an actress! Well... Aqua wants me to be an idol and it may not be so bad actually, I want to be Aqua's Oshi no Ko! Aqua is ignoring me! Being an idol sucks, I quit! I'm going to be a great actress! I may have a chance with Aqua actually. I just want to be his Oshi no Ko!

It's wild to me that Aka had Kana say that her current dream is just to be Aqua's Oshi no Ko. Absolutely wild. This girl was so desperate to become a well-known actress that she was willing to be casting-couched for it, yet suddenly now it's actually it's fine that I peaked when I was five tee hee!

She's obviously lying to herself and settling for the level she is in now because she thinks that reaching that level of notoriety is out of her reach, but...

Not gonna lie, as someone who has seen Akane be called everything from obsessed to emotionally dependant to simp, it is hilarious to witness Kana's writing right now.

But I guess it couldn't have been any other way, because what Kana asks out of Aqua this chapter is a reflection of what she has wanted all along:

I mentioned it before that Kana started fixating on Aqua as being that person for her, and this chapter shows that's still the case. There's nothing inherently wrong with that IMO, in fact it could be empowering to know that as long as this one person is in your corner, you can take on the world.

The problem is that so far, Aka hasn't quite written it that way. The secret behind Kana's acting is that she wants people to look at her, she wants people to acknowledge her, to love her. But when that desire is centered on Aqua and Aqua alone, she gets so hung-up on him that it's debilitating. She literally became a shell of herself during that year Aqua was no longer a part of her life.

Last time I felt Kana was acting pathetic, Aka confirmed that she was indeed meant to be perceived that way, and Kana gave herself a reality-check:

I thought Kana's moment of self-awareness was going to lead her to be emotionally independent from Aqua, but it seems that the fact that Aqua wound up saving her either way undid that progress. Now that she has hope that he may date her if she makes a move, she's taking it so far that she's ranking her romance with him over her lifelong dreams.

All this to say that since Aka once deliberately wrote Kana being overly dependant on Aqua to show that it's not how she is meant to be, I can't help but hope we may see something similar later.

Granted, Kana being written like a shounen love-interest whose entire purpose is just to get with the MC has always been a risk, so I guess this is par for that course lol

As for Aqua, I mentioned before that I believe Kana is everything he liked about both, Ai and Sarina and thus, the perfect Oshi... and this chapter has Kana declaring out-loud that she wants to be his one true Oshi No Ko.

Moreover, this is happening right after Ruby told Aqua this:

And while Sarina is undoubtedly Goro's Oshi, Kana wants to be Aqua's. The issue with that however... is that Kana wants to be the only person Aqua looks at, his Number One.

Meanwhile, Aqua kind of has his hand full in that regard already, so it's no wonder that through his shock, he isn't able to "catch" the ball symbolizing that particular part of Kana's dream 😂

There's his eyes, too. Last chapter I said that Aka seems to want us to compare the Aqua-Ruby chapters we got in this volume with Kana's, and the way Kana's confession was structured seems to confirm this is the case. So following that comparison, it stands out to me that Ruby's words brought out Aqua's white star and Kana's didn't. Especially because just a few chapters ago we saw Kana bring out Aqua's white star just by being Kana:

In this chapter Kana praises him, validates him, confirms that she is into him (which he has likely known since, coincidentally, at least Chapter 30), yet Aqua’s star remains black all throughout.

Why is that? Is it just his self-hatred and his guilt-complex keeping him from accepting that he’s the object of Kana’s straight gaze?

Or could Aka be hinting at something else?

Aqua has a lot of issues. Some have been with him since he was Goro, and others he has developed during his current life. We saw that Ruby's words pacified the "Goro" within him, but Aqua dismissed Ruby's affection as being aimed at him because he once was Goro. It's not something he feels he has earned in his current life. Kana is the other side of that complex equation. Everything she knows about him are things he has been willing to show her, but what about everything else? What about his trauma and his dark impulses? What about his past? Aqua likely thinks her view of him is skewed, and he is not wrong in that regard. But I'll stop there before I bring Akane into the mess lmao

All in all, for the time being, I feel like what we saw this chapter tracks with my thoughts here:

Aqua, Kana, Ai and Aka's concept of Oshi

Kana is the Ultimate Oshi (parallels to Sarina and Ai) + 1

Even more parallels and a theory about their purpose

Considering how lousy Aka's writing has been lately, I feel like this is still the most interesting route he could take. After all, if we abide by the values he preached in Kaguya, then Oshi is meant to be a platonic concept. So following Aka's logic, for Aqua and Kana to end up together, Aqua would need to tell her that he doesn't want her to be his Oshi, but his lover.

Of course, it's entirely possible that Aka is going to walk back on all of that. Oshi no Ko is supposed to be its own manga, after all. Maybe it's his attempt at writing tropes in the most straight-forward way possible and Aka's new idea of a big love declaration is Aqua finally waving the white lightstick at Kana's graduation concert.

If the curtains truly are just blue, I hope the writing will remain as hilarious as it has been these past few chapters 😂

In the meantime, the other thing that stood out to me this chapter was Aqua himself. We all know that being a surgeon was Goro's dream, so it makes sense for Goro to chase that dream in this new life as Aqua. I was even happy for him when he first brought it up because this life is his chance to do everything he wanted but couldn't in his first life!

But last chapter we had a big showing of "Goro" telling "Aqua" that he is free to live his own life now. In other words, instead of trying to do what Goro would have done if he had a second chance, he can focus on doing the things that he wants to do as the individual he has become during his life as Aqua Hoshino.

So, I feel like this begs the question: is being a surgeon truly Aqua Hoshino's dream? Like not even something he wants to do alongside other things, but his outright dream?

I can't help but wonder. Particularly because, in my opinion, the TB arc did a good job at foreshadowing that Aqua Hoshino is made to be an actor.

In this chapter Kana seems to be fooling herself into giving up on her childhood dream because she thinks it's out of her reach. It would fit, then, for the Aqua in this chapter to be fooling himself as well.

If we entertain the thought of wanting to be a surgeon being a vestige of his old life rather than something Aqua truly dreams of in his current life, then his reaction in these pages becomes more interesting:

Kana assumes Aqua is just embarrassed, but these panels to me read like something more than that - for more reasons than one.

Just like Goro guided him to Kana last chapter possibly based on his own wants, in this chapter Kana unknowingly guides him to Goro's.

She is completely right. Every word she says rings true.

But I'd argue that everything she said was already accomplished by Goro in his previous life. He did save lives (although not as many as he would've wanted, and not the ones that counted the most for him), he was a light to Sarina, etc. etc. He was a good doctor.

Everything Kana says about Aqua was already true of Goro. On the other hand, Kana's description of Aqua paints nothing but virtues, and we know for a fact Aqua isn't only just light. More than that, we know for a fact that Aqua doesn't see himself that way.

Much like how in Chapter 149 we got Kana giving a very positive but very one-sided description of Akane that leaves out her negative traits, Kana more or less does the same thing with Aqua here.

In Chapter 149, Akane first got flustered (her idol Kana-chan was praising her, after all) and then sobered up; possibly because for her it's the opposite (she isn't a goody-two-shoes nor normal nor decent, and men would prefer women who are - like Kana).

I feel like in this Chapter, we may or may not have seen a repeat of this with Aqua. It's his Oshi no Kana praising him, but does he really believe the things she's saying of him? Or are they just a reminder of what he is not (according to himself)?

I can't help but wonder, because last time we saw Aqua blushing to the point that he had to hide his face, Mengo and Aka made sure we could see his blush.

The way he is drawn here is very obviously meant to be paralleled to this chapter, he shields his face in the same way and all. So why not simply show his blush, just like they did in Chapter 29?

Granted, this is just me naturally going for the most interesting possibility lol It is entirely possible and even likely that this is all as simple as it seems. But to be fair, in Chapter 30 he throws the ball at Kana in the same way and it wasn't because Kana was right. At the contrary: it was because he was having a moment and Kana drew the most basic conclusion out of it, one that embarrassed him lmao

Geez it's kind of sad how this manga lends itself to two completely different readings and the most basic one is the one with the highest chances of being true 😂

#fandom: onk #me: aqua and kana #I'd looooove to just focus on the in-your-face-read of all this #but I can't help myself lmao the alternative reading is so much more interesting #granted it could all lead to the same destination either way #but at least the road to get there would be more interesting than just kana living out her shoujo romance 😂

[siconetribal]

Beyond the Bookshelves (3)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Obnoxious coworkers, what is the proper ettiquette when emailing princes, teasing Captain

Summary: You're a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You've been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N: Please comment/like/reblog. If you'd like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know!

The lovely banners used in this fic are from @cafekitsune.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

The meeting was as boring as the fallen prince expected it to be, but he hardly showed his disdain for his time being wasted. Cabinet meetings and audiences with nobility and dignitaries were expected and mandatory for royals. In his opinion, a majority of them were hardly worth the time and could be easily sorted out with logic, but politics hardly worked that way. It was fickle, changing at the whim of whomever is more powerful. And though at times it was fun to see how the spoiled nobles would squabble over the most ridiculous things, the majority of it was always dull.

To think I once found such a thing mesmerizing as a young boy, wanting to follow my father everywhere and prove myself useful to him. A moment to shine, to step out of the immense shadow casted by my brother. The corners of his lips tugged downwards at the miasma of memories that began to stir. He knew the ledge was a precarious one and a single thought could have him plummeting to the depths and ensnare him.

“Do you have any questions?” The agent looked at the members of the group one by one, hesitating and nearly jumping over Loki to avoid eye contact.

“Agent Pruyn, was it?” He watched the man who was addressing them flinch at the call of his name. “Would it not be wiser for me to be the one who distracts them? I am able to change my image to look like anyone. I would merely need some footage of the person I am to imitate to better play the role. You will also be able to monitor my movements since I will be in the banquet hall as opposed to behind the scenes searching through the office.” Minimal footage of me in questionable places is best. Who knows what someone might do as an act of vengeance. 

“No, this is the best plan of action. Hawkeye is better suited for that portion of the mission and needs support while Black Widow distracts the target.” Agent Pruyn cleared his throat. The lack of negative reaction from the others seemed to embolden him a little bit. “Also, are you implying that she can't handle it? Black Widow is the best undercover agent we have. She's successfully infiltrated hundreds of places while you've only failed at discretion.” He scoffed. 

There it was. The bias and condescending tone, the twisting of his words, and the lack of support. Such insolence made his blood boil to the point of physically punishing the fool, but he kept his reactions in check with a blank expression. Silently, he changed the way they perceived him to look identical to the infamous fiery haired operative who was sitting with them. Everyone in the room stared at him in wide eyed shock, looking at him and her to see if there was a difference. 

“Well isn't that a neat little trick.” Natasha was the first to break the silence. “Certainly beats needing to put on that holographic skin.” She leaned in closer, trying to find some flaw.

“Stare all you like, you won’t be able to tell the difference unless I let you.” He said in her voice.

“If he’s so good at keeping up an appearance, why not just swap them? Nat and I are equally able to get in and out without issues if there’s a good enough diversion.” Clint shrugged, though he was impressed at how perfectly Loki copied her.

“I don’t have an issue with that change, I’m the one who can break into the computer system they have. It’s better if I’m with Clint.” Natasha agreed, Loki shifting back to himself.

“So, we’re in agreement. I will be the one to keep the group busy and the both of you will gather the necessary information. As I stated, I’ll require footage and data on the individual I’ll be impersonating.” He turned his attention back to Agent Pruyn who seemed rather cross with the change to his plan but said nothing since the other two Avengers were agreeing with Loki.

“We’ll need to adjust the timeline of the operation then. Everything was set up for this plan, we’ll need to adjust and see if there’s another gathering we can infiltrate.” 

“You say this person of interest has possible ties to this Hydra organization, correct? Why don’t we get ourselves invited to his home or wherever you think he is housing the necessary information? Why must we wait for some large gathering outside somewhere else?” Loki questioned. 

“We can’t just waltz into his home unannounced.” Agent Pruyn scoffed. “Do you think he just calls people over for tea time? This isn’t one of your royal games, Loki.” The condescending tone was back once more with a sense of triumph. This was hardly enough to anger the prince, but he was not so lenient to let it slide for a second time.

“Who said anything about tea?” He looked at the agent with raised eyebrows. “I wasn’t aware you had the time for such frivolous plans. I must disappoint you, my plans do not allot time for such.” Agent Pruyn grit his teeth and glared at the insouciant attitude the Asgardian was speaking with to him. A few of the other members of the meeting snickered at the calm retort, looking away to avoid the ire of the presenter. “This target has questionable connections and has a proclivity to feign a charitable appearance through auctions. We need to approach him as someone equally shady who wishes to either wash their hands of some item or trade an item to someone else and obtain the money under the guise of donating to said charity. We simply need to choose someone from his connections or create someone completely new.”

“That,” Natasha was the first to speak, coincidentally cutting Pruyn off, “is an excellent idea. If we came as someone new, trying to make a name for themself, they’ll be more likely to accept us if we come with an item of great value. Loki can play the part of the client and I can easily play the part of his assistant as needed to keep up the facade. Once we’re invited in, I can get Clint inside and we can get the information we need while the auction is going on.”

“Until the auction takes place, we can build a relationship with him and others. We can record all the conversations and pick up on any codes they use to discuss the secret dealings!” A female agent chimed in soon after, realizing an extra benefit to this plan.

“This makes it a much longer plan than anticipated though, we’ll have to resubmit the plan to our lead agent and to Director Fury.” A male agent pointed out.

“Sounds like it’s a necessary delay if it’s going to be more fruitful than the original operation. I guess Thor wasn’t exaggerating when he boasted about how strategic you are.” Clint slightly nodded his head in approval. “Redraft the plan and submit it, we’ll see what Fury says before moving forward.”

“We’ll schedule our next meeting after that.” Natasha nodded, standing from her seat. The others followed her actions and the meeting came to an end with a very irate Pruyn glaring at the back of Loki’s head. A small smirk of satisfaction tugged at the Asgardians lips as he walked down the halls, feeling lighter at proving himself as worthy to be on the team.

Y/N stared at the screen of her computer, willing it to fill the empty body of the email that was addressed to the two Avengers she was allowed to work with. Glancing at the time, she groaned audibly and turned her chair around so her back was to the screen.

Three hours, I’ve been staring at this blasted computer screen for three hours! Why do I need to message them!? Wasn’t Agent Hill supposed to coordinate this? Why is everything suddenly dumped on me from start to finish? This is ridiculous! Next they’ll want me to manage their schedules and make sure they have time to complete their missions and assist in my never ending task! I am not some over glorified secretary, I am the head of the Resource Management department, the director of it! I attend all the ridiculous morning meetings, check-ins, and any other waste of time meeting that could have easily been an email instead while managing all centers that contain our resources, digital and physical! She pushed herself out of the chair and paced in the space she had behind the desk. “When am I supposed to even meet with them when both are due to be deployed this week!” She threw her hands in the air as she shouted into the empty office. Defeated, she slumped back into her seat and turned to face the computer once more. 

She did not want to wait until their return, she needed it done now so that while they were gone she could have the computers and scanners set up and be ready to start as soon as they returned. Straightening up her posture, she pulled the keyboard forward and quickly began to type a brief email stating she was approached by Agent Hill and wanted to set up a short meeting in person to introduce herself and better understand how to properly utilize their assistance and time. She also added that the both of them are available tomorrow after lunch for a brief period of time. Rereading her email over and over again, she made sure there was no error before finally hitting the send. Now she had to wait for a response. Thankfully, the chime signaling the door opening was a great distraction, letting her escape the panic while waiting for a response.

“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” She happily greeted the person as she stepped out of her office. “Oh, Captain Rogers, how are you?”

“Good afternoon Y/N, I’m doing well. How are you doing?” He smiled, giving her a slight nod.

“Could do with less work, but that’s not going to change anytime soon.” She tiredly chuckled.

“I don’t know how you handle your work at all. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a fourth of what’s here. They’ve got the right gal for the job here.” He patted her on the back. “Which is an expertise I’ll be needing at the moment. I’ll be going out on a mission with Thor and Tony to a fairly remote area with indigenous people. Thor will be a great asset with his AllSpeak, but I’d like to get some insight on the culture.”

“Oh, so no “An American Girl” books this time around? Or  the “Hardy Boys”?” She curled her lips inward to keep from laughing as she watched the famous Captain America clear his throat and turn away to hide the hints of a blush that were creeping up onto his cheeks.

“No, not this time. But maybe when I come back you can suggest something for me to read?”

“I would love to, I’ll think up a small list and let you see which you’d like to start with. So, back to your mission, where are you going and do you know the group you’ll be interacting with?” She clapped and rubbed her hands together, eager to be of assistance. “Let’s head to the front desk while you tell me so I can pull up what we have for you.” Nodding his head, he delved into the details of the mission that were necessary, Y/N never asking for more information than necessary as she pulled up anything relevant and jotted it down on a sheet of paper. “Ok, follow me!” She walked back around just as the chime signaled someone else coming in. “Good afternoon, if you need my assistance I will be with you shortly. Please wait at the desk.” She turned to smile at the newcomer only to see the raven haired prince. Oh, good thing I put the book on the table already. “Follow me, Captain Rogers.”

“Y/N, you can just call me Steve. I think we’ve known each other long enough to drop formalities.”

“Captain Rogers, so bold and scandalous!” She gasped. “What would your fangirls think?!”

“Please don’t remind me of those.” He sighed heavily and gave her a stern look. “And I insist you call me Steve, we’re friends.” He flashed her that famous hero smile.

“Alright, alright, Steve it is.” She turned into an aisle and began to skim the codes, pulling out books which were taken from her by the gentleman super soldier beside her. Once everything was pulled, the two went to the nearest table.

“This is great, thank you, Y/N.”

“Anytime Capt-,” she stopped at the pointed look he gave her. “Steve. If you need anything, just give a holler. I’ll come help you.”

“We’re in the library, I don’t think hollering is a good idea.” He chuckled.

“Who’s going to stop us, the librarian? Oh wait, that’s me!” She grinned, earning an eye roll from him before he turned his attention to the books he had as she made her way back to the front desk.

Tags: @vbecker10 @huntress-artemiss@softestqueeen @thegodofnotknowing @princess-ofthe-pages @firedrakegirl@rcailleachcola @cabingrlandrandomcrap @lotrefcp @lwtannie

#loki marvel #loki god of mischief #loki odinson #loki #loki laufeyson #loki mcu #mcu loki #loki friggason #loki x you #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki avengers #the avengers #avengers fanfiction #avengers fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #tom hiddleston #reader insert #y/n #your name #agents of shield #shield agent reader #s.h.i.e.l.d. #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #black widow #natasha romanoff #hawkeye #clint barton #captain america

[bluebanisters35]

Spencer agnew x fem!reader

Doubts

Summary: Spencer has doubts.

Spencer has been acting strange all day. But it's not his fault. It's yours. You're wearing a cute little white sundress that has pink flowers dotted on it, and the dress hugs your waist perfectly. He can't stop looking at you. It's embarrassing how just a dress can make him feel this way. It's not just a dress, though. It's you.

You're currently sitting in the smosh cafeteria talking to Angela and Amanda about the upcoming TNTL video, brainstorming ideas. Looking over your shoulder, you spot Spencer leaning on the wall. Next to him is Shayne, who's talking his ear off about god knows what. Clearly, Spencer isn't paying attention to Shayne. Instead, he's staring into your eyes, and you can spot something that's close to love and admiration swirling in his chocolate brown eyes.

Later on in the day, Spencer finds you in the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge, trying to find a snack. He stalks up to you and wraps his tattooed arms around your waist. He feels you jump at the sudden feeling.' I didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart.' he kisses your neck in penance. Stuffing his face in your delicate neck, he takes a deep inhale. Vanilla. You smell like vanilla.

'Bro, are you evening listening to me?' That seemed to snap Spencer out of his trance. He looked back at Shayne 'sorry man,' he says in a poor attempt at an apology. He looks back to where you're sitting, laughing along with the girls. Shayne follows his eyes, and it dawns on him. He's too busy looking at you to pay attention to anything else. 'Oh, I see. Now that you've got a girlfriend, you have no time for friends' Shayne teases. Spencer only gives him a small tilt of his lips in return. 'She's so pretty. How can I not look?'

Twisting your body in his hold, you sport a shy smile on your face and rosy cheeks. 'You could never scare me, Spence,' you reply, peppering tiny kisses on his cheeks. You can feel his hands rub up and down on your waist, sending shivers travelling up your back to your neck. Giving a hum of pleasure, he leans forward and puts his lips on yours in a soft, gentle kiss. Once. Twice. Three times. When he's finished worshipping your lips, he cups your cheeks and nuzzles his nose against yours.

Beaming, you ask,'What was that for?' He slowly pulls you to his chest, moving your arms so they wrap around his warm body, resting his head atop of yours after giving your forehead a tiny kiss. 'Wanted to show you how much I appreciate you, love you.' You can't help the wide smile that spreads on your face. You lean back to look into his eyes. He has a look of sincerity on his face that tells you he means it.

'What's going on in your head, Spencer?' Cooing in a hushed voice. You can see his throat struggling to swallow, 'Never gonna leave you, and you're never gonna leave me, right?' You can't help but feel a bit shocked at his statement. You reach up to cup his cheeks, rubbing your thumb across his stubbled face. 'Of course not! I'd be mad to leave you,' you reassure him, and he let's out a long breath of air he's been holding in.

Right, of course you wouldn't leave him. What was he even thinking? You've shown him so much love in the past 7 months you've been together that there shouldn't even be any doubt in his mind. But he can't help the insecurities that run around in his head. He doesn't deserve you, he thinks.

'I love you.' Your small voice snaps him out of his toxic headspace. 'I love you too, baby. So much.'

Yeah, you'd never leave him.

A/N: This is probably my favourite one yet. Hope it becomes y'alls favourite too <3

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh squad #smoshblr #smosh games #smosh #smosh pit

[deathmetalunicorn1]

💕Hiii beautiful💕

Quiet but smart child where she -unintentionally- gets on everyone's nerves? Like Hades teaching her how to play chess and she easily beats him while still learning the rules, also correcting Jack after he gets one of Shakespeare's poems wrong, pointing out a mistake that Tesla made during his calculations and solving it for him or even correcting Odin when a spell of his isn't working because he misspelled a word so she says which one it is. Just a clueless girl pooping veins in their foreheads with cuteness HAHA

-Your family loved you- they adored you! You were their shining darling little child, but man sometimes they wanted to punt you over the back fence!!

-You were smart- extremely smart, smarter than you should have been at only age six, something that didn’t bother them, as they constantly praised you on your intelligence.

-However, it was that intelligence that was annoying to them at the same time.

-Your family wanted to expose you to as many new things as possible, to make you a well-rounded person, from physical activities like hiking and swimming, to things like painting and music, to science experiments and even doing magic with the few who knew how to use magic.

-Hades’ eyelid was twitching slightly, completely in shock as he was staring down at the chess board- he was teaching you how to play chess, and after a few mock games, mainly to show you how to move certain pieces, you were sitting across from him, holding his king, having beat him in only four moves. HOW WAS THIS POSSIBLE?!

-His gaze met your own and he sighed softly, giving you a small smile, “That’s all for today Y/N- time for your magic lesson with Odin.” -You nodded softly, not speaking, which was normal for you, and you slid off the chair and headed towards your next lesson for the day.

-Odin was pleased with your progress on your magic, showing you one of the more advanced spell books for the day as he wanted to challenge you, to see what you could really do.

-When he selected the spell, he chanted the incantation, to show you what the spell should look like, only nothing happened. He tried few more times, getting frustrated as it wasn’t working.

-You looked at the spell book and said the same incantation, with one minor pronunciation and your spell worked, a swirling ball of fire appearing before you.

-Odin’s face dropped, his eye wide as he saw this as the fireball faded and you pointed at the book, “You were saying this word wrong, it’s pronounced with a ‘che’ sound not a ‘ck’ sound.”

-Odin said nothing, as he didn’t trust himself at the moment, opting to just pat your head and shooed you away and you headed off to the next lesson with Nikola. Odin sighed deeply, trying to keep his composure, feeling embarrassed that you corrected him.

-Nikola’s lesson was the shortest, as he was writing an equation down for the two of you to discuss, and like you had laser eyes, you immediately narrowed in on a mistake, “That’s wrong- you didn’t calculate that right.”

-You showed him the calculation and he immediately froze, seeing that it was indeed wrong, which messed up the rest of the massive equation that he now had to correct.

-He held his hands to his face, “Sorry Y/N I don’t feel too good today. Go find Jack.”

-Nikola felt touched that you hugged him around his leg, telling him to get better soon before you wandered off again.

-Nikola knew that you didn’t mean anything cruel by it, you were just stating facts, you really were too smart for your own good.

-Jack was- he felt off. He seemed calm but you couldn’t shake the feeling he was upset, after you corrected him as he was reciting a bonnet from memory, telling him he got a word wrong, as you were following along in a book.

-He thanked you with a warm smile, patting your head, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was mad, something he told you his wasn’t.

-With your lessons done for the day, you went to find Buddha, who promised to take you out for ice cream once your lessons were done with.

-The four men you left devastated in your wake, overcome by your intellect, had to realize that you didn’t realize you were upsetting them, you were just being Y/N- and they had to learn to get over their own egos on what they believe was right when it wasn’t.

-When you arrived back with Buddha with ice cream, in cups, for all of them, thanking them for the lessons, they had to fight hard not to collapse from cuteness- you were just as sweet as you were smart.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror odin #ror nikola tesla #ror jack the ripper #ror buddha

[midnight-bay-if]

How would the Ro’s react if they accidentally hurt Mc physically or emotionally in like a heated argument, and how would they react after this all blows over? (wait till Mc approach them or goes to them)

This wasn't necessarily specific to whether the ROs were dating the MC. Since the answer would be universally 'they are devastated' if that were the case, it might be more interesting to answer this at the crushing stage.

S: S isn't used to getting heated at all. Even if they're angry at something their team members have done (usually Taj), it usually only takes one stare from them to end the argument completely. But one clumsy comment later, and that was it. A full-blown argument. They've never seen the MC like that before. It was difficult to watch. Even more difficult to partake in. They've been pacing the same square foot of floor since the whole thing blew up. It's really not like them to lose their composure, and now that they have, all they want to do is take it back.

Eventually, S will bring MC their preferred drink, take a deep breath and offer an apology. They aren't the type to leave things uncomfortable.

Rain: This is a difficult one to imagine in the first place. Rain is always careful with their words, but sometimes, culturally human things can be a bit of a shock. So, I can see them accidentally blundering into dangerous territory with the MC. But as soon as the MC got upset, they would instantly apologise. In their efforts to fix it, if MC isn't ready to hear it, it could blow up worse. If that happened, Rain would be truly devastated. The self-loathing would start to sneak in as they lay curled up in a ball. Taj would get pretty defensive on Rain's behalf if that happened.

At that point, S would need to coach them to calm down, explain the mistake, and offer suggestions for getting through it.

Taj: Taj is going to give as good as they get. If you start snapping at them, they're going to snap back. It's instinctual, even if they're the reason you're blowing up at them. It would take S breaking up the fight for them to finally storm off to somewhere high up, quiet, and isolating. Once their blood has calmed, they will finally reflect on the argument with a heavy heart.

If it was their fault, they might find you later when you're alone. They won't apologise exactly, but they might offer to buy your favourite snack as a pick-me-up. However, if they feel you're at fault, you will have to approach them first.

N: Amid the fight, N will just be amused. 'Oh, how adorable. They're all worked up,' they'll think as they continue goading you. Since they're stuck with you anyway, they might as well get some entertainment out of you. Except, later on, when you refuse to talk to them, refuse to look at them, and Umbra has been giving them the most murderous glare all day, they might finally approach you with an apology.

It's only because they don't want to be murdered, though... right?

Umbra: The way this would almost kill Umbra. Umbra would never purposefully hurt MC, but that doesn't mean they won't accidentally. So, when MC looks at them with the most grief-stricken stare they have ever seen, Umbra runs away to hide. How could they do that? They made a vow. They should have known better. Something as monstrous as they are could never be anything but wicked.

Umbra would be too ashamed to approach the MC first.

#ask answer #why can't I answer these in like two sentences lol #I hope people don't mind the long answers #taj #simon selby #nazu raumon #naera raumon #umbra knight #simone selby #rain

[lovecolibri]

What sort of voodoo has this man performed on these people? The level of delulu is shocking. Why do they make me long for the bucktaylors, lord almighty 😭

i don't knoooooow 😭 I mean, I don't have twitter and I have tags blocked so I'm hearing about the delulu second hand but that shit is WILD.

I mean, despite Oliver looking dead behind the eyes and saying the camera focusing on his face being miserable was on purpose, the OG beetees at least had the network and KR on their side. This go around is almost total radio silence from Oliver on that ship while actively talking about Buddie and liking fanart, Tim calling T a plot device, Oliver out the gate saying he'd hope Buck and T would stay friends after a breakup like THAT'S a normal way to refer to a new relationship, while Buddie are being fully co-parents on screen like....what isn't clicking? T also just flat out doesn't seem to like BUCK as a human being. Like, "enjoy it while it lasts" ?!?! How hard would it be for the writers to have him call Buck adorable about being excited? Why do EYE, someone who doesn't want to see anything about this ship, think you should be expecting more and better. Do BT fans even like Buck? Same as the OGs, like WHY do you want that man with someone who doesn't like the things we all love about him?! Why do you want him with a partner that talks down to him, and steals his joy, and doesn't want to listen to him, and doesn't care about his feelings because they're just there to get from him whatever they can? Evan Buckley get behind me!! It's like the words "love me anyway" and "you don't find it son, you make it" mean nothing to them.

Tim and Oliver came out and said FOX was the one shutting things down but they got what they wanted in 4 eps on ABC so it's only a matter of time. Hopefully these people will join the OG beetees in fading into obscurity.

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #evan buckley #anti bucktommy #anti bucktaylor #anti tommy kinard #anti taylor kelly #them having the same initals is inordinately hilarious to me

[formulapookie]

Pllsss I want Vale to see Arcmarc pet play, he would have an aneurysm

sorry if it took long, had been submerged with uni work

SO

How would he find out? I'd say during a race weekend, after the race, Bezz is extremely sad by how his race went, he's ended up barely inside the points, his teammate once again doing better than him, Vale not helping at all, listing all the magnificent things Pecco did and how he won like that, and in general not feeling appreciated/good enough for the team.

He goes to Marc's motorhome to find some peace of mind, but almost regrets it because when he sneaks in he can smell the champagne, he can see the trophy shining on the table and just doesn't wanna ruin Marc's mood, who is smiling bright and buzzing with energy.

Bezz tries to fake being happy but Marc reads him like an open book and sits him down on the bed, stroking his hair and telling him he's been really good, the bike just isn't the one he needs or knows right now, but that he'll get it figured out soon enough for sure, because he really is good at it.

then Bezz just looks at Marc and asks him "Please can you make my brain quiet? I just need you" and he nods, slowly undressing himself and then Bezz, who doesn't oppose in any way.

He gets on his lap, plays with his hair, then with his piercing, "Want me to take care of you my good boy yes?" and Bezz is already moaning, his brain getting foggy as the seconds pass, the only clear thing present in his mind being Marc.

IN THAT MOMENT

Vale goes to look for Bezz in his own motorhome but doesn't find him, asks around a bit and then stumbles upon Dani, he asks if he's seen Bezz and the only thing Dani says it's "Like father, like son" before pulling away.

Vale pales because he knows where Bezz is now, he sprints to Marc's motorhome and tries to peak from one of the high windows he so stupidly has on his walls, and when he does oh well

he's met with a sight he doesn't think will be able to remove, Marc is bouncing up and down Bezz's cock eyes hungry and lust-filled, Bezz has both his hands on the bed, gripping the sheets and obviously moaning. But the one thing that strucks him the most is the fucking collar with a leash Bezz is wearing, its of a dark black, very thight on the boy's neck, and it's got the name Marco written in front in big bold silver letters.

The chain is silver as well, shining and reflecting the light coming from the lamp on top of the room, and oh my god is he shocked

MEANWHILE

inside the motorhome Bezz is at fucking cloud nine, he can't think straight, the only things he can say, actually moan, out loud are Marc, more and please He's completely gone, he'd been like that the second Marc got off of him to go grab lube and the collar, hearing the soft tingling of metal against metal, and he was about to die when Marc takes off both their underwear and starts to touch Bezz's dick with a lube-covered hand, coating him completely and sinking down on him immediately after. As he reached the base he'd clasped the collar around the boy's neck and began tugging on it, forcing their faces to be closer

He began moving, his thighs not giving any sign of giving up, and looked deep into Bezz's eyes.

"You fill me up so nicely Marco, I can feel you here" and Marc honest to god takes the boy's hand and presses it against his stomach were his cock is, making his feel the bulge inside of him, and Bezz tries to get a bit of control on the situation by gripping Marc's hips to move them as he wants, but he's interrupted by him "Only good boys are getting the reward bonito, but you're lucky and you've been the best boy out there, you deserve to cum in me today, you like that?"

Bezz practically mewls, throwing his head back with his eyes closed, but Marc pulls him back against his chest using the leash, telling him he has to keep being good or he's going to take away his prize.

Bezz nods, trying to keep as still as possible while Marc keeps on riding him so good he's sure he could cum on the spot.

"Such a good boy Marco, following all the orders I give you like a good puppy, all collared for me, so good" Bezz dies. He ascends to heaven and then falls to hell all in three spilt seconds, he's coming inside Marc, filling him up completely and collapsing on his back, getting his hand on Marc's dick and making him cum all over his chest and stomach.

"You were so good for me Marco, really really good boy" Bezz can't even answer anymore, he smiles weakly and blissed out, he can only feel his collar being unclasped and restored wherever Marc keeps it.

He can feel a soft kiss pressed on his temples and Marc laying beside him, still chanting praises to him like a prayer, falling asleep at the sound of it.

OUTSIDE THE MOTORHOME

Vale is having a heart attack, a stroke, every fucking fulminating disease who can end his life right that second.

He had just seen, and worst of all heard cause those two were everything but quiet, Marc and Bezz fucking each other, petplay involved and he could feel the life abandoning him quickly, he had to get away otherwise he would've thrown up, then killed both of them and then thrown up again.

He runs away before getting spotted, he could handle anything BUT getting spotted near that turquoise monstrosity of a garage. Well, that was now second to seeing his disciple fuck his ex.

#alice journal of asks #anon🩷 #anon whoever you are know you are loved and you convinced my lazy brain to birth this at midnight when I gotta be up at 7 tomorrow #I honestly feel this could be a oneshot to post on Ao3 #my brain just activated and went on to produce this #motogp rpf #motogpblr #bezz #marc marquez #valentino rossi #marcmarc #bezquez

[saliosis]

happy halloween. i'm thinking about the tobecky pumpkin rn 😕

#pbs kids i need ya'll to make a wordgirl jack o lantern/pumpkin carving stencil #i was so shocked to find out there isn't one #i need one with ruff ruffman too 😔🙏🏼 #at least they should've given a stencil of the wordgirl costume symbol thingy (whatver that's called 😭) #wordgirl pumpkin is a need #or tobecky or any other ship idk let us have our pumpkins ‼️‼️‼️ #yknow what would also rock? a stencil of this exa-- #quick. i need an artist to do this. #(not me. i'm suddenly not an artist anymore 😻 /j) #...sorry i got talkative in the tags. i have a lot to say because i was looking for a wg pumpkin stencil 😭😭 #sal speaks #text post #wordgirl #tobecky #becky botsford #tobey mccallister iii #halloween #ramble tag

[dazais-guardian-angel]

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

#bungou stray dogs #been thinking a lot about chuuya lately (shocking for me i know (said with no sarcasm truly lmao it is rare for me)) #cause of the 15 manga and also playing the fucking jeht quest in genshin impact ugh (where's the one dual genshin bsd fan who Understands) #but like this pressure has been building up for chuuya for so long due to being used and manipulated by all these people #first the sheep then mori then verlaine then still mori now #he was groomed since childhood just like dazai #but unlike dazai he didn't have an oda to help him get out of the mafia........ he's still stuck there #and his personality is different from dazai's. dazai was more self-aware imo (but still a groomed emotionally abused kid don't get me wrong #but chuuya's whole thing is needing to belong and wanting a leader to be loyal to but ending up in positions of leadership himself #which makes him feel pressured but he accepts and stifles any negative feelings just because he wants to belong #and all this crushed him with the events in the light novels and yeah he went through character growth but he's...... Still In The Mafia... #and that fucking scene asagiri added to the cannibalism stage play i don't think hardly anyone even knows about bc IT'S NOT DISCUSSED ANYMO #where mori emotionally manipulates him with the flags!!! and it deeply hurts him!!! and he presumably deals with that shit all the time!!! #it is WORRISOME. it WORRIES ME okay. #chuuya doesn't have anyone who can save him from the mafia (dazai is in no position to okay; it's all he can do just to try to save himself #and it's so so scary. it spells awful things for him. #didn't asagiri say he'd have a rough path or something??? and he added that fucking scene in the play!!! it haunts me!! #i fully expected this shit to hit a turning point in the meursault arc but we can't have nice things i guess #and as for kunikida a;lskdfl (took me this long to get to him oop) literally the ending of Entrance Exam (the novel) is just #One Big Foreshadowing for Kunikida's downfall #he's compared to the azure king for a reason. Sasaki saw the azure king in him for a reason. it's fucking worrying!!!!! #there hasn't really been anything like that since in the manga (just like for chuuya lol ugh) but he's TERRIBLE at coping with his trauma #and it only gets more apparent once shit hit the fan in the doa/hunting dogs/meursault arc #it's not good!!! i'm worried for kunikida too!!!! #even if the manga isn't focusing on this these worries are always in the back of my mind man #both kunikida and chuuya are doomed to hit some kind of breaking point eventually and i await those moments with dread yet anticipation #i want dazai to be able to save kunikida from the despair being too good a person brings the way he couldn't save oda #and chuuya.... if we get a scene with him & mori mirroring the one in dark era where dazai finds out that mori orchestrated the kids' death #oh man i think i'll fucking die (give it to me i need to cry)