#spy is the hurts just a little bit image

[hound-tooth]

as a kid, i always felt ignored and unwanted by my dad. which is why this pride month, im partnering with team fortress 2,

#art #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #ms paint #happy fathers day #spy is the hurts just a little bit image #you know the pain scale one #scout be mean to your dad speedrun any % #anyway #see i promised i would draw more tf2 things kisses i always deliver

[dr3c0mix]

My Lovely Melody

Yandere!Rockstar x GN!Reader

CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour

🎸 Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.

🎸 And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.

🎸 He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.

🎸 So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!

🎸 He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.

🎸 You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.

🎸 It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.

🎸 He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?

🎸 There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.

🎸 He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"

🎸 You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.

🎸 "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.

🎸 He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...

🎸 "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'

🎸 But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.

🎸 You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.

🎸 "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.

🎸 The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.

🎸 Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..

🎸 You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.

🎸 so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!

🎸 "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!

🎸 You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.

🎸 You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..

🎸 "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.

🎸 "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.

🎸 That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"

🎸 His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.

🎸 You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.

🎸 Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.

🎸 The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.

🎸 After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.

🎸 Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!

🎸 He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..

🎸 no no no! get out of my head!

🎸 Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?

🎸 Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.

🎸 Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..

🎸 shit FUCK!!

🎸 Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you

🎸 He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.

🎸 He decides to look you up on social media and..

🎸 Wait a minute...you make music too?

yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #oc yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere x male reader #x reader #rockstar x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #oc x reader #yandere x you #opossumdoodles

[ashwhowrites]

Puppy love part 2

Part 1

Eddie was afraid to admit how hurt he was by Chrissy's actions. It almost felt like a personal attack. They were slightly friends and she ruined something that could have been really good for him. But why? That's where he was stuck.

Y/N wasn't doing the best either. But unlike Eddie, she knew why Chrissy got involved. She liked him in some sort of way. And she was a cheerleader. How was she supposed to compete with that? Her mind betrayed her the most. Flashing images of Eddie and Chrissy screwing each other for hours. She hated the perfect visuals her mind made. And she hates more than anything that she missed him

~~

Eddie spent all his time in bed. Refusing to talk to Wayne. He felt bad but he didn't want his uncle to see him so weak and sad like this.

"Eddie? Someone is here for you"

Eddie raced to his door. What if it was her?

He opened it, holding his breath. Only to exhale it with an annoyed sigh.

Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

Before she could even say a word, Eddie spoke first, “You shouldn’t have come, I don’t want you here.”

And slammed his door, but her foot caught it before it slammed on her.

"come on Eddie. Don't be like that." She sighed. Opening the door and walking into his room. Shutting the door behind her.

The room was a mess.

"don't be like that? Chrissy you just fucked everything up for me" he tried to stay calm. Not wanting to scream at a woman. He wasn't going to be like his dad. But he was so fucking pissed off.

"okay what did I do?" She asked. Arms crossed over her chest

Eddie took a deep breath

"what did you do? How about you tell me what the fuck you were thinking going up to Y/N and making it seemed like we fucked? Huh? " He snapped. Getting in her face. His deep breaths were barely working. He could feel how hot his skin was. Boiling underneath.

"I didn't tell her we fucked. If she assumed that and got herself hurt then it was her fault, not mine Eddie." She scoffed. Rolling her eyes

"don't fucking roll your eyes. We both know you knew exactly what you were doing. You could have easily come to me to give me my shirt back. But you went to her! How the hell did you even know about our date? You just perfectly knew I told her I was busy. Are you spying on me?" He accused. At this point he wouldn't be surprised.

"that's ridiculous. I do not care about you two and your little crushes that much." She glared

"that much right, so you care a little bit there" he huffed, hand scratching his chin.

She realized her mistake and sighed

"fine. I cared a little bit. I was jealous okay? We were having fun and you liked me. I haven't felt adored like that, in forever. So when she came in and you immediately dropped to her feet. I just felt ignored and forgotten. I acted out of revenge. It was fucked up, I know. I overheard you two make the date plans, I hated how excited you both were. And then you forgot about our deal. I overheard you talking with Wayne at the school so I lied to her. I told her I was with you Friday night. And a part of me really liked seeing her so upset which is so fucking wrong" Her bitchy act was breaking apart. All this time she saw Eddie as a pawn for her life. He was a real person who also had feelings. Her face was falling.

"don't do that. Don’t look at me like you’re sorry. You’re not sorry. You just got caught and now it's coming back to bite you in the ass. She didn't deserve that, hell I didn't deserve that. You used me. I made you feel good? Imagine how I felt Chrissy! Imagine how a loser felt getting noticed by a cheerleader. You made me feel seen. I mean fuck, you kissed me first. I thought the small attention you gave me was all I deserved. And then I met her. And she made me realize how much more I deserved. She likes me because I'm me! She likes that I'm nerdy, that I'm funny. She took time to know who I was, but you never did. You are a selfish, cold hearted bitch and I'll never forgive you for how you hurt her. It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything. I never want to be near you again. And you better not think about talking to her again."

Chrissy nodded. She deserved every word

"you're right. I'm sorry for doing that to you guys. I really hope you work it out. She does really like you. Can you tell her I'm sorry?"

"no I won't. Because she doesn't need an apology from you. She needs the truth from me. Please leave." He sighed, turning his back to her.

Once he heard her walk out the door, he went back into bed.

Feeling slightly better that Chrissy was out of his life. But now he had to figure out how to make things work with Y/N.

Wayne can't say he knows what happened with Eddie and the girl he really seemed to like. All he knew was Eddie was upset and didn't seem to care to get out of bed. Wayne has been heartbroken before and he can see the similarities in his nephew.

Wayne may have asked around to get the girls address. Once he got it, he headed over. Eddie, still no doubt, sleeping his hours of daylight away.

He knocked politely on the door. Waiting as a teenage girl opened the door.

"can I help you?" She asked. Wayne could tell she was confused but still mannered and polite. He liked that about her.

"are you Y/N?" He asked. The girl nodded hesitantly. ( Maybe it wasn't the best idea to agree until she knew who was asking for her)

"can I ask who you are?"

"I'm Wayne. Eddie's uncle"

She froze hearing Eddie's name.

"is he okay?" She asked quickly.

Wayne could see the fear filling her eyes. Realizing that maybe showing up unannounced might cause her to panic.

"shit. Yes. Well kinda. Physically he is okay. He's safe! Just at home, emotionally destroyed. He won't tell me what exactly happened but I know he's very upset. And he won't talk to me. And as a very concerned guardian, I wanted to ask you for help." He stated. Watching as the girl went through many different emotions. Wayne can easily read people, something he wished Eddie learned from him. He's watched too many people use Eddie for their own gain.

"look I'm sorry that he's upset. But we aren't really on talking terms. If he won't get out of bed to talk to you then I'm not sure what I'm needed for" She apologized. She was upset too. She was hurt. She's the one who got ditched for someone else. Having to feel the embarrassment every time she thought of him.

"I understand that completely. But I was a teenage boy once. And there were times in my life that only one person could get me to roll out of bed." He smiled gently.

Her eyes flashed with warmth. He knew he got her there

"can I ask you something?" She asked

He nodded

"how do I know you are actually Wayne? Not some guy he hired to get me to go see him? Do you have baby pictures of him ?" She asked, cleaning her arms. She doesn't actually think Eddie would pay to lie to her. But she also believed that he liked her and she was proved wrong there.

Wayne laughed, "ah she's beautiful and skeptical. I see why he likes you." The thought of Eddie telling Wayne he liked her made her blush. But she was still questioning the situation.

"I carry one in my wallet I can show. But if you come with me, maybe try to talk to him, I will show you the endless photo albums of baby Eddie all the way to who you know today. Deal?" He asked, he knew he had her wanting to see Eddie the second she heard he was upset. He appreciated the fight she put up though. Someone stubborn and worked to get their way was exactly what Eddie needed in his life.

"depends. What were you doing Friday night?" She asked

"fixing an old car but the skills needed only Eddie knew how to do so worked with him, why?" He didn't know what that had to do with anything.

"let me grab my jacket."

~~

Eddie rolled his eyes as Wayne knocked on his door yet again

"STILL DON'T WANT TO TALK!" he yelled, throwing his face in his pillow

"I got her" he heard Wayne say calmly through the door.

Eddie sprung out of bed and threw open his bedroom door

Eyes widening as she stood behind him, a shy wave as she checked him over.

"oh shit. Come in" he said, moving over so she could pass through.

He mouthed a thank you to Wayne, in return, Wayne threw him a wink and thumbs up.

Eddie took a deep breath and sat on his bed. She stood across from him. Arms covering herself, like it was some sort of protection.

"Wayne was worried about you and asked me to come talk to you." She explained.

"you agreed, so you must still care about me?" He asked, hopeful

"still a good friend of mine Eddie but I can't tell who's telling the truth and who's lying to me" she sighed. She felt like she should trust Eddie. She knew who Eddie was, this Chrissy girl though? She just met her. But she's been too hurt in the past to ignore when her feelings get hurt. She deserved to question people's motives.

"can I explain? Maybe explain what my part of the story looks like and help paint a picture?" He asked.

She came to get answers and he would provide all the answers he has.

She nodded and gave him the floor.

"Chrissy and I used to hang out. We did deals. She paid for weed in money and sometimes with her tongue . But her and I have never once had sex or even done anything majorly sexual with each other. We weren't like that. She had my shirt because she came over for a deal and spilled water on her shirt. She asked if she could borrow a shirt and I said yes. That's why she had it. Not because of whatever lie she told you. " He explained. Praying that she would believe the truth in his words.

" do you like her Eddie?"

"I really thought I did. But I think I liked having someone's attention." He admitted. He knew now he never liked Chrissy, he liked that she saw him. Once he met Y/N, he realized what having real feelings felt like.

"is that why you like me?" She asked. She feared the cycle was repeating. She feared that a new girl would give him attention so he was occupied. What happens if another girl walks in the door?

"absolutely not. I like you because I actually adore you so much. We have a connection, we have something that makes me feel real things, and good things. The way I feel with you, I never felt with Chrissy. I can't even describe how disappointed I was in letting you drive off. Not explaining in enough time. Disappointed I sat here in bed, letting you think and ponder on the idea I slept with another girl. I just want you. And I want that date. And even more dates. I want to be with you."

"I really would like to be with you too. I should have given you time to explain before accusing you and leaving. I apologize for that." She apologized

"no need to apologize. Chrissy painted a pretty convincing picture and I'm sorry she put you through that because of her own issues. But she won't be around at all, I promise." His hand reached out to hers slowly. Still fearing rejection.

She noticed how he was hesitant to touch her so she laced their fingers together. Smiling at him as she sat next to him.

"can I please ask you on another date?" He asked, turning his head to look at her.

"absolutely Eddie"

~~

Eddie was getting ready for his do over date. This time he wasn't going to take her to a public place. He wanted it to be private. Somewhere he only would focus on her.

Wayne and him spent time in the kitchen. Making a pasta dinner with salad and garlic bread.

"holy shit Wayne, how did I not know you were a chef?' Eddie joked. Watching as Wayne made the most amazing looking pasta.

"used to do it a lot. And look at you. Never thought I'd see the day Eddie Munson cooked a meal for a girl." Wayne smirked as Eddie blushed. Packing the food in a picnic basket.

"you do crazy shit when you like someone right?"

"like someone? No Eddie. You are falling for that girl." Eddie smiled and shook his head

"don't plan the wedding yet uncle Wayne" he joked, laughing as he snuck a few beers when Wayne turned his back

"bet after this date, you'll be planning it yourself" Wayne said back.

He hugged Eddie on his way out. Wishing him luck.

~~

Eddie was nervous the whole way to her house. He wasn't sure if she even liked pasta or romantic gestures. But he was hopeful. He sighed and grabbed the flowers that Wayne picked out. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and knocked on her door.

Breath taken right out of his body when she opened the door. She stood there with a huge smile. She was in blue jeans, white sneakers and a band tshirt but as he looked closer he realized, it was his. It was his band

"you like?" She giggled, giving a twirl. Her ponytail swinging as she spun

Her lips stretched with pink gloss. Eyes decorated with pink glitter and black mascara. Her outfit was simple and he wanted to fall on his knees.

"you are fucking gorgeous. Where did you get that shirt?" He laughed

"I may have made it" she shrugged. Now noticing the flowers in his hands.

"are those for me?' she asked shyly. He nodded fast and passed them over. Tingles shivering through his body as his fingers touched hers.

"they are beautiful. Come inside, I'll grab a vase!" She said. He followed her in the house. Smiling at photos of her as a child.

Together they headed to Eddie's mystery location.

"what do you have planned?" She asked as he parked his van at a park

"food and hopefully a steamy make out under the stars." He threw a wink at her and he got out of his van. Running to her side of the door, opening it.

"you have high hopes I see" she giggled. Blushing at the thought of kissing him for the first time. She thanked him for opening her door. Walking very close to him as he led her to an open spot in the park.

Eddie laid down a blanket and asked her to sit. Placing down a picnic basket and sitting next to her

"Wayne and I made pasta, salad, and bread. I also snuck a few beers but also have water" she smiled at how proud he looked taking out the dishes. Her heart was so warmed at the thought of him cooking in his kitchen just for her. She hated that she doubted him.

"all of it sounds amazing. Thank you Eddie" she said and kissed his cheek. He blushed and handed her a fork and together they dug in.

Talking about random shit as they cleared out the containers of food.

After they ate, they stayed for a little longer. The night grew a tad closer and Eddie noticed her shivering.

He quickly took off his leather jacket and placed it on her shoulders

"no you'll be cold" she said, trying to take it off

"nah. I'm fine. Please keep it. You look good in my clothes" she blushed again. It was like he knew exactly how to make her want to kick her feet and scream into a pillow.

She scooted closer to him as she sipped on the can of beer. He threw his arm around her as he stared at her. Watching as she looked up at the stars.

"I could just stare at you forever” he whispered.

Her head turned to face him. Realizing just how close he was. She could see every detail on his face.

"creep" she whispered. A small smile on her lips. He chuckled at her response.

"can I kiss you?" He asked. Eyes dropping to her glossy lips.

She nodded, staring right back at his pink lips. She watched as he wetted them with his tongue. Turning his head as his finger touched underneath her chin, pushing it up slightly. She turned her head in the opposite direction. Leaning in with him.

Closing her eyes as she felt his lip touch hers. She practically whined about how soft his lips were. He took control of the kiss. A hand on her neck as he kissed her harder. Her free hand, that wasn't holding her beer, laid on top of his hand on her neck. Kissing him even harder than he was.

He licked her bottom lip, begging to taste her. She opened her mouth immediately. Loving the sound of the growl that left his throat when his tongue made contact with hers. His tongue was warm and fighting with hers. His other hand wrapped itself around her. Pushing her body against his.

He hated that he needed to pull away for air.

His lips were sticky but he liked it. Her eyes were blown out and lips red.

"that was even better than I thought it would be" he admitted

Already missing her lips, going in to kiss her again. She kissed back just as fast. She thinks kissing him might be her new favorite thing.

~~

He stood outside her front door. Disappointed that the date had to end.

"I wish I could spend every moment with you" he admitted

"me too eds"

"I'm so lucky to know you. Thank you for making me feel things I never thought I could" he whispered, forehead leaning against hers

"shut up. I was the new girl and I am so glad I got to meet you first" she said softly, pecking his lips slightly

"I'm usually not that kind of girl, especially on a first date, but would you want to come inside? Watch a movie or something?" She asked

"definitely" he smiled. Following behind her.

Now this is the love Eddie deserved.

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[supercap2319]

Charlie Baker sneakily spying on Y/N Murtaugh and then Charlie gets caught by Nigel, Kyle and Sarah because he's being suspicious and ends up embarassing and mildly hurting himself like an idiot. Kinda like how he fell from the dock inro the lake but this time something else happens

Charlie wasn't spying. Okay, maybe he was spying a little, but he had good reason to. Perhaps his dad wasn't entirely wrong about the Murtaughs and their quest to crush the Bakers at the Annual Labor Day Family Cup. It definitely made sense to Charlie. Despite knowing the Murtaughs which seemed like forever, Charlie couldn't shake the rivalry he had with Y/N Murtaugh.

Y/N was Jimmy Murtaugh's third oldest son and four child in their nine kids. Charlie had been rivals with him since they were kids, despite being two years older than him; he couldn't shake how much Y/N made his blood boil. It's like they were the spitting image of their dads, bitter enemies destined to destroy or outdo each other.

Charlie was using his dad's high tech binoculars to observe the Murtaugh's and all their rich and accomplishments. It was so disgusting that it made Charlie want to throw up. He scanned the whole lake Winnetka, until he found his target.

There was Y/N in all his glory as he swam through the water like a merman or something. The jerk. His strokes were smooth and slow as he glided through the water almost like he belonged there. Charlie watched him go and wasn't aware that his younger siblings: Sarah, Nigel, and Kyle were watching him, until Sarah smirked and said, "Hey, big brother! Whatcha doin with those binoculars? Spying on the Murtaughs perchance?"

Charlie looked away from Y/N and looked down at his siblings as Kyle and Nigel giggled. "I'm not spying on anyone." Charlie defended himself. "I was just testing them out for dad." It was a bad lie and even someone as simple minded as Nigel and Kyle would understand that Charlie was lying.

Sarah nods and smirks once again. "Riiiiggght."

Charlie watched them all giggled as he tried not to flush with embarrassment. "Whatever. I'm gonna go for a run."

"Why? To go check on your boyfriend?"

"Y/N's not my boyfriend. He's an as—" Charlie paused and thought better of cussing in front of Nigel and Kyle. "He's a weenie." He headed down the trail towards an old wooden octagon gazebo in the woods.

That didn't stop Kyle and Nigel as the twin boys started chanting at the top of their lungs. "Charlie's gotta boyfriend! Charlie's gotta boyfriend. Charlie's gotta boyfriend!"

Charlie tried to ignore them as he ran down the path that Y/N was currently swimming down to. Sarah looks at her younger brothers. "Wanna follow him?" They nod and the three of them chase after their big brother.

Charlie had made it to the gazebo just in time as Y/N was headed on his last lap towards it. Charlie ducked behind some trees for cover as he waited for Y/N to climb out of the water. The young man got up as the lake water ran down his smooth body and towards his green swimming trunks. Charlie's favorite color was green.

He watched him as he began to dry himself off with a towel as he turned his head side to side before he pulled his trunks down and started to dry his male parts off. Charlie stares it at him in utter shock. This certainly wasn't the first time he's seen Y/N naked. Like when they were kids playing in the mud, or in the locker rooms and showers. So, why was this so shocking?

He couldn't take his eyes off as Y/N Murtaugh was almost naked in the woods and Charlie had a front row seat. He bit his lower lip as he saw Y/N turn slightly and bent down, exposing his ass for Charlie as he tried not to think dirty thoughts about seeing his ass.

Charlie was so caught up in his staring, that he didn't hear Sarah, Nigel,and Kyle until Sarah talked in his ear. "Hi, Charlie!" The older Baker fell from his hiding spot and fell on the ground, covering his mouth and face in dirt. His siblings laughed as Y/N gasped and jumped up from their sudden appearance as he put the towel over his naked body. "Baker? What the heck are you doing spying on me? You pervert."

Said second oldest Baker stood up, and tried to look professional with dirt on his yellow shirt. "I wasn't spying on you. Don't flatter yourself, Murtaugh."

#x male reader #male reader insert #tom welling x male reader #tom welling #charlie baker #Charlie Baker x male reader #cheaper by the dozen #cheaper by the dozen 2 #Y/N Murtaugh #male x male

[buckgasms]

Bestie. Babe. What about dom mafia Bucky finds out innocent reader is actually a spy??? Or something like that??? Please omg I’ve been trying so hard to write something like this but literally I have nothing

Praying to my daddy and saviour Bucky Barnes that this is any good for you my sweet @bunnyscraft ❤️

This is my first time dipping a toe into the world of Dark!Bucky so I hope it's ok 🤞🏻 Bucky is narsty in this one but hopefully not so narsty that we don't still love him with our weak sappy hearts!

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, mean Bucky, bondage, overstim (always and forever), reader did a bad thing and now she's gotta face up to it 🙈 gun is mentioned but never used; spanking; spitting and a little bit of breath holding

Please don't read if Dark isn't your thing. I'm not responsible for your content consumption, you are sweetie ❤️

Requests are open

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He had been sitting on this revelation for a week now. It was almost like he was enjoying the pain of your betrayal. That's what Sam suggested after three days had passed since he broke the news of your double cross and Bucky had failed to act.

Maybe Sam was right? He should bring it up, but every time he had an opportunity he looked at your pretty doe eyes and decided against putting a bullet between them.

But no one betrays Bucky Barnes without suffering the consequences. You had to pay the price.

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You had received a text from Bucky, asking to join him in the little summerhouse in the gardens, he wanted you in a pretty little skirt and nothing else. You skipped along happily a familiar tingle in your tummy as you walked past the pool and into the echoey room.

"Hi Bucky" you said sweetly as he let you press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled and led you to a little chair in the middle of the room. "How are you Princess? You feeling ok today" he muttered as you sat and he clicked some restraints around your wrist, then your ankles. He pressed a kiss to your lips and you nodded, not able to stop shivering with excitement as he stepped away from you.

"You recognise that chair babygirl?" He said, leaning against the wall. You looked down and cringed when you saw old, dried blood on the restraints. "This is the naughty chair, for Daddy's enemies" you said, your brow furrowing in confusion.

"That's right baby, this chair is for people who have hurt me, do you understand?" You shook your head as your palms began to sweat. You realised Sam was in the room then and he passed Bucky a file.

In that file held all the evidence of your betrayal. Bucky dropped papers on your lap, with emails you had sent to his rival Brock, pictures of you meeting in various rendezvous, Brock's arm wrapped around your waist and you smiling up at him.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you jerked against the binds. "Bucky... Daddy.. it wasn't - isn't like that... Please let me explain" you sobbed as he stared at you, his jaw tensing in a rage you had never seen before.

He grabbed your face and squeezed until he was almost crushing your cheeks, "this picture was taken last week..." He held up an image of you and Brock at a museum, his hand pressed on your ass, claiming you. "And this message, sent only on Friday, right around the time of our little dinner date, remember baby? Where you told me how much you loved me?"

You cried out in pain, both from his hands and his words. "It's not like that, it's different, please Bucky-". His hand smacked across your cheek and you sobbed loudly, body rattling as you felt true fear pulsing through you.

"I'm your girl, I'm your girl, I do love you, I do" you whimpered over and over, trying to get him to see sense, to believe you. You loved him so much, things had just gotten out of hand, you didn't want Brock. If you could just explain...

He grabbed your face again, forcing you to look at him. "I don't think I believe you, little girl. Think you lie as easily as you squirt on my fat dick. But I know how to get you talking straight don't I? Know how to treat Brock's little whore just right huh? Until she does just what I say?" He hissed at you and you cried more, begging him for mercy, promising your loyalty.

"Bring me the gag, she doesn't need to speak yet and I don't wanna hear another fucking word" he snarled and Sam handed him your pink ball gag, a cruel reminder of all Bucky had given and all that was potentially about to be taken away.

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Thanks to your skimpy attire you were totally at his mercy, something you had been looking forward to before this all began.

He did many of the things you would usually enjoy, but with all the rage and none of the love he usually had. Well perhaps that wasn't strictly true but the rage was definitely stronger.

He pressed a thick rubber cock into your pussy, thrusting it in and out as Sam wrapped his thick arm around your neck, minimising your supply of air, bringing the pleasure in your pussy to new heights. You flexed your fingers as the pressure built, but neither of them relented. You came, eyes rolling and a muffled scream behind your gag and spit drenched your chest. Bucky continued to thrust and he played with your nipples, pinching and pulling harshly at the sensitive skin. He landed slaps to them, to your cheeks and your thighs. He made you count on your fingers, every spank that landed on your aching skin. You lost count after 20, and watched as redness blossomed across your skin.

You stared at Bucky, your eyes praying for mercy, for him to relent. He locked eyes, then spat in your face, thrusting harder and deeper. You came again despite the sensitivity and you thrashed against the binds.

"Such a good little whore hmm? Never keep me waiting do you Princess?" You nodded and moaned at him, tears welling again. "Like being used huh? Like being trained into my little fucktoy?" You nodded again and he laughed. "Does Brock treat you like this? Does he treat you like I do?" You shook your head with vigour and sucked in a shaky breath.

"Let's ask him huh?"

You blinked away tears as Bucky and Sam stepped away from you. You watched as Bucky pulled out your burner phone and tapped on the screen, then snapped a picture of you. You heard the whoosh of it being sent away.

"While we wait for his reply let's get you to that special place in your head huh baby? The place where you can't lie to your daddy?"

You nodded, praying that you could give him the answer he wanted, that your stupid, stupid brain would be able to prove you were his girl. Not Brock's. Not Brock's. Not Brock's...

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It had been an hour. You had watched the little clock on the wall through blurry, tear filled eyes. Bucky had strapped a vibrator to you and he and Sam had left.

There was no escape, no relief, just endless buzzing, bringing you to peak after peak. It hurt, it ached and you cried and still you reached another peak.

You finally heard footsteps and Bucky walked in through the door, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, black trousers straining against his thick thighs. How you would kill to be sat on his lap, his best girl again.

He said nothing as he turned off the device and untied the gag. He hushed you as you began to babble nonsense at him. He sank two fingers into your mouth and let you suck, your mind foggy now, eager to please him. His thumb rubbed at your jaw, easing a little of the pain you felt.

Eventually he removed his fingers and dragged a chair to sit in front of you. "I'm gonna ask you now for the truth, and I swear to god baby, if you lie, I'll put a bullet between those beautiful eyes. You understand me?" To emphasise his point he brought out his gun, and rested it on your lap.

You nodded and leant into his hand as he brushed stray hair out of your face. Your glassy eyes focusing on his piercing blue ones. All you had to do was tell the truth, that was it.

"I want to know how this all started, how you ended up fucking me and Brock at the same time, tell me that sweet thing?"

You nodded and took a shuddering breath, throat aching from the crying and screams. "Was with him before you... Told me to trick you... Said you were bad and I would be helping him... Loved him then daddy... But not now..."

You whimpered and more tears came. He brushed them away and brought your face up to look at him again. "More baby, need to hear more..."

Breathing in again you pressed a soft kiss to his palm and continued. "At first it was easy, just told him little secrets. But then I realised... Loved you daddy, didn't want to trick you anymore. But I was scared. Scared of him and you. So I would see him... Take him some little secret that didn't seem to matter... Kept trying to tell him I didn't know anything, so he got angry. Had to... Had to be a bad girl... Didn't wanna daddy... Told me if I stopped he would tell you... Didn't want that...."

Bucky stood and walked around the room, rage pulsing through every vein. He fucking believed you. He had to, you couldn't lie to him when you were like this. You were his good girl after all.

Brock hadn't responded to the text and word had it, he'd gone underground. If anything that proved you were telling the truth. Brock could bully a silly thing like you, but he was no match for Bucky. He would leave you to take the blame and resurface unscathed months later.

Well Bucky had already sent Steve out to sort that problem. Brock would be dead by the end of the night. You were a different problem all together.

"I'm so sorry Daddy" you cried, your whimpers echoed round the room and your knees shook so hard his gun fell to the floor with a clatter the sound of it making you sob harder. Suddenly your wrists and ankles were free and he pulled you into his arms.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and clawed at his shirt, wiping your messy face into the expensive fabric. He pressed a kiss to your head as you continued to cry until you had nothing left but little hiccups and swollen eyes.

"Hush baby, I know you're sorry" he murmured, fingers running through your hair as his other hand ran soothingly along your leg. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a desperate kiss, his mouth quickly dominating yours. He kissed you hard, biting your lips, and pushing you until you were laid flat out on the cool floor.

He pulled away and hovered over you. His fingers traced over your lips, "who owns these lips baby?" You kissed his fingers and whispered, "you daddy." He repeated the action over your breasts and made his way to you ass and pussy. "Who does this cunt belong to princess?"

You shivered, aching for him, afraid of what might happen. "It's all your's daddy, only for you." You whined again as he unzipped his pants and pressed his cock into your aching hole. "Louder, slut, need everyone out there to hear it, so they know you can be trusted again, scream it little girl."

You obeyed, not really much choice about it. You clawed at his arm as he fucked you, any clarity you had was being eroded away as his cock filled you, creating a bulge in your stomach, with his unrelenting thrusts. "I'm gonna forgive you baby" he growled, "but things have changed now sweetheart, now you gotta make a fucking promise... And if you break that promise..." He punctuated his last sentence with deeper, harder thrusts that made your walls spasm almost painfully around him.

"Well let's say it'll be bad for you... You're mine now, just mine. Gonna keep that pussy filled, mouth stuffed, ass full. You ain't ever gonna know what day of the week it is, where you are, nothing. All you need to know is where your daddy's cock is. Understand me princess?"

You whined and writhed on his cock, desperate to escape the pressure but he didn't let you. "Do you hear me little slut? Do you understand?" You came hard and screamed your consent to his offer, feeling him fill you up to the brim. He still kept you tight on him as he pressed soft kisses to you forehead.

"Good girl, no more tears now, Daddy's got you, daddy's gonna keep you just like this." You nodded and let him kiss you more, returning his kisses, whispering "yes daddy...only yours daddy" in between his kisses.

You pushed at his shoulders, begging for relief, but he shushed you. "Told you princess, this is mine now, so be a good girl and keep still, daddy's gonna take care of you."

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[ckret2]

I don't really understand Bill's abilities. If I'm not mistaken, it was said that he knows lot of things because every image of Bill works like a camera through which Bill can observe this world.

And at the same time, he knows where long-forgotten treasures are buried and which lottery tickets you need to buy to win. And recently you said that Bill knows everything about humans, until the moment it is necessary that Bill did not know about something so that there would be a funny situation.

And also Bill can see the future. Is this how he was able to see where the treasure was buried and which tickets needed to be bought? Did he see in the future that a treasure would be found in some place, and tickets with such numbers would let somebody win money?

You don't fully understand Bill's abilities because they haven't been fully explained. It's on purpose. He's a mysterious guy with secrets and he doesn't sit around thinking about how his own abilities work. However, I've shared what you need to know in order to understand as much as you're supposed to about what he's done so far.

Yes, he knows lots of things because he's been spying through his eyes on earth for millennia. This is based on semi-canon info: Bill states this in the Bill Cipher AMA. ("JUST DRAW MY FORM ANYWHERE IN YOUR HUMAN WORLD- EACH IMAGE OF ME ACTS A PEEPHOLE FROM MY DIMENSION TO YOURS.")

He knows where long-forgotten treasures are buried because "long-forgotten" means the last human who knew is dead. He's not a human, he was around when it was buried, he knew about it at the time.

HOW he knew isn't explained because it isn't necessary—it's supposed to be weird and impressive that he knew and that he flung it out so casually—but it isn't hard to think up logical reasons: buried treasure has a whole lot of money in it, I'd think a few of those dollar bills could have been luckily angled to watch the treasure-buriers while they were drawing up the treasure map for where they planned to bury it. Or maybe the chest they used had an Eye of Providence on the iron lock and it could see where it was carried. Or maybe one of the people who buried it was wearing an Eye of Providence brooch. Doesn't matter. What does matter: if Bill knows about something old, it's because he has known about it.

When he's looking at the lotto tickets, his eye is bleeding and Mabel says he's looking into a higher dimension. Other places (definitely chapter 29, I don't recall if any of the other upcoming references have been posted yet) state that Bill can see into higher dimensions, which lets him see through solid objects (such as walls), but doing this makes his eye hurt/bleed. Therefore: he's looking through a solid object—the scratch-off surface—to see if the cards have winning numbers. This wasn't explained in chapter 20 because you're supposed to go "how tf did he do that," that was the goal.

"And recently you said that Bill knows everything about humans, until the moment it is necessary that Bill did not know about something so that there would be a funny situation." <- Now this here is what we call a joke about the writing process. I am not literally stating that Bill's powers are supernaturally controlled by the concept of comedy. I'm stating that, as a writer trying to craft an entertaining narrative, sometimes my decision to include a line is based less on "does this hold up to rigorous scientific & logical scrutiny given the internal rules we have constructed for this universe?" and more on "is it funny enough to balance out the fact that it's a little bit implausible?" I won't fully violate the rules of his powers solely for a gag, but sometimes it just ain't all that serious.

Here are Bill's 'sees/knows things he shouldn't' powers based on what has thus far been shown in the fic:

Knows a lot of random stuff; they're among the Lots Of Things he's observed over the millennia. This is based on semi-canon info.

Can (occasionally) see into "higher dimensions," which lets him see through solid objects, at the cost of pain and a bloody eye.

Can (constantly) see into the future; full extent yet to be explored in fic, but it's at least a few minutes. Please note that every time this has happened where we see it from his perspective, he LITERALLY SEES the future, visually, with his eyeballs. As in, he looks at the place where something is going to happen, and sees it happening there. (Places he's observed the future just off the top of my head: ch 2, 7, 18, 20, 27, 28, 34, 35—there may be others I've missed.)

Can see & hear things in the mindscape (ex: Dipper's ghost floating around) that other people (ex: Dipper's whole family) cannot

Can see in the dark (explicitly confirmed in ch 34 but he regularly hangs out in the dark startling people—ch 15, 20, 24, 26, 32)

#(before I get 'why could he look through the surface of the lotto tickets in a VIDEO if they weren't actually there':) #(because this fic is based on a Disney cartoon for 12 year olds & at some point rigorous adherence to logically justification gets tedious— #(—compared to the simplicity of 'it just works ok? just roll with it.' working around it would be boring and not help the story.') #anonymous #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

[lavenderdreams22]

A Court of Dawn & Dusk - Azriel x Reader (part 8)

Summary: Y/N and Azriel deal with the aftermath of the botched mission. Y/N makes a decision on the bond.

A/N: lots of fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst. I hope you guys enjoy! It’s a little short, but it’s all I could manage this week since I was sick. ❤️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

*****

Dawn had just broken, pinks and oranges stretching across the sky as it lightened. It reminded me of home, bringing a sense of peace. 

I was still coated in a sheen of sweat, my heartbeat still hammering in my chest from the nightmare that had shaken me from sleep. 

The images of dead men and blood were still vivid in my mind, and I shook my head to rid myself of the memories. 

Glancing over at Azriel, I let out a shaky breath. He was laying face down on the oversized mattress, his cheek pressed into the pillow, light snores coming from his slightly open mouth. Even his shadows were resting.

He had stayed up later than I wanted him to, rocking me as I had a panic attack, but he seemed more than willing to do so. 

Rolling onto my side, I reached over and brushed the dark hair that had fallen into his face back. 

His eyebrows scrunched at the feeling of being touched, and he stirred for a moment before his eyes popped open, finding mine immediately as if he knew exactly where they’d be. 

“Morning, handsome.”  I said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“Mornin’.” He grumbled, his voice still raspy with sleep. 

I pulled away a bit to continue watching him, feeling calmer now that I had heard him speak. Something about the tenor in his voice always seemed to put my mind at ease. 

“Where you going?” He asked, eyeing me through heavy lids as I made myself comfortable. 

“No where, just wanted to look at you.” I muttered, reaching for him to stroke a hand up his arm. 

“I would prefer it if you let me hold you for a while til I’m ready to get up. C’mere.” He reached for me, his movements sluggish in his haze. 

This version of Az was always my favorite. Sleepy and soft and so, so touchy. 

“But I like watching you.” I scooted backwards on the bed a bit more, making myself just out of his reach, a teasing smile on my lips. 

He rolled his eyes playfully before bringing his hands up to cover my head. My smile spread into a grin.

“I guess I’ll just have to go, then.” I said, attempting to make my voice sound serious even as I stifled a giggle and moved to get out of bed. 

Azriel pulled me back, tucking me into his chest. 

“Nuh-uh.” He said, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’re staying here with me forever.” 

“I don’t think Rhys would appreciate it if I kept his coveted Spy Master occupied forever.” 

“I know him better than you. He will understand.” Azriel quipped, pressing sloppy kisses to my shoulder. “I’d much rather you keep me occupied, anyway. You’re prettier.” 

“I’ll tell him you said that when he inevitably comes to get you.” I said, tilting my head back to give him better access to my neck. 

He pulled away, mock-hurt flashing in his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Oh yes, I would dare.” I giggled. “In fact, let me go. I’m going to go tell him now.” 

His hold on me only tightened. “Now you’re really never getting out of this bed.” 

I giggled as he rolled me onto my back and propped himself above me. 

There was a heat in his eyes, the kind that he reserved only for me, but there was love and adoration there, too. The sight of it nearly took my breath away. 

As he leaned down to kiss me, a sharp knock sounded on the door. 

“All right, love birds. Enough sappy shit. Y/N, we have training to do.” Cassian shouted from the hallway. 

Azriel groaned, resting his head in the crook of my neck. 

“Give us just a minute!” I shouted back. 

Cassian threw the door open, giving us both a shit eating grin. “Nope. Your father was very specific. We need to ease you back into everything, and to do that, we need to start early.” 

Azriel glared at him over his shoulder, his mood darkening as he did so. He hadn’t completely gotten over his jealousy at Cassian and I’s friendship, and he was struggling to let me out of his sight when he had work to do.

“It’s okay, my love.” I said, touching a hand to his cheek. “I’ll meet you back here later.” 

His eyes met mine and they softened, as they always did. He only nodded before rolling off of me and getting to his feet. 

“Give her a few minutes.” Azriel grumbled half heartedly as he stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind him. 

I stood, stretching as I moved to get ready for the long day ahead of me. 

*****

Azriel stood in the corner of Rhysand’s office, his arms crossed over his chest. 

The wind seemed to mirror his mood, whipping around the House of Wind so violently, it howled down every corridor, every remnant of the good mood that he’d had in his bedroom gone now that they were discussing this mission. 

Rhys read through the report, his face carefully neutral. Finally, he set it aside and leaned back in his oversized leather chair. 

“So.” Rhys began, not yet meeting Azriel’s eyes. He was grateful for the reprieve of his High Lord's displeasure. “That turned out to be quite the disaster.”

Azriel remained silent. He knew the mission had been an epic failure on his part. His mate had almost died because of it. 

“How’re you feeling?” Rhys asked after a few moments of silence. 

“I’m fine.” Azriel’s voice sounded foreign, strained. As if he had spent months in the desert with no water. He could care less about how he was doing.

“And how is Y/N?” Finally, the High Lord met the Spy Master’s eyes. 

“She’s… better. Still sore.” Azriel shook the memory that Rhysand had let him see from his mind, of her lying in a puddle of her own blood. “Her father cleared her for exercise. She’s up with Cassian now.” 

Rhys seemed to loosen a breath at that. 

“I still can’t believe that she…” Rhysand pulled the report back to himself, reading over it again as if he hadn’t seen the carnage himself. “She killed a dozen men, a dozen trained soldiers, all on her own.” 

Azriel couldn’t help it as he let out a growl, the sound forming deep in his chest. He hated the thought of her getting caught up in that mess. He hated the nightmares that she’d had every night since. He hated himself for not being strong enough to help her when she needed him most. “She wouldn’t have had to if I hadn’t let myself get injured.” 

“You can’t blame yourself forever.” Rhys shot him a knowing look. 

If there was one thing Azriel was good at, it was beating himself up. But this was different. This was personal, and he had spent every waking moment that he wasn’t wrapped around her thinking about all the ways he planned to make Hybern and Amarantha pay for what they had done. 

So, Azriel forced the words from between his clenched teeth. “When your mate nearly dies at the hands of your enemy because you were too weak to stop it, you can talk to me about how long is appropriate to hold yourself accountable.” 

Rhys froze, a gleam in his eye that Azriel couldn’t place.

“Mate?” 

Azriel froze as well at his own admission. He certainly wasn’t hiding it. Couldn’t even if he wanted to as the scent of her and the clung to every inch of him. But he hadn’t planned on telling Rhysand like this, either. 

“She’s my mate.” He couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face, his mood lightening a bit. 

It was truly amazing how quickly she could take him from broody and angry to a smiling, sentimental mess. It truly was not becoming for the all feared Spy Master of the Night Court. 

“Has she accepted the bond?” Rhys grinned back.

“She plans to. I told her there was no rush.” Azriel ruffled his wings, the tension that was in his body seeming to melt away as he thought of her. “I didn’t want to pressure her after everything she’s been through.” 

Rhys nodded, his grin getting wider as he mulled over this new information. 

“Congratulations, brother.” Rhys said. “You two are perfect for each other.” 

*****

“This can’t be the same female that killed all those men.” Cassian quipped, swatting me away from yet another failed attempt to take him down. 

My breathing was labored as I glared at him. 

“Do me a favor, Cassian.” 

He cocked his head to the side in a silent question, and I held up my middle finger. 

His laughter ricocheted around the training ring, and I couldn’t keep the smile from my lips as I turned on my heel and stalked to the water table. 

“Jokes aside, you’re doing well. All things considered.” Cassian followed, leaning against the table. 

The entire thing shifted and groaned under his weight, and I stared at it for a moment, waiting, hoping, for it to crumble, for it to send the Lord of Bloodshed tumbling to the ground. 

“How are you doing mentally, though?” He asked. 

“I’m fine.” I snapped. And then sighed. And then repeated, in a softer, more convincing tone. “I’m fine.”

“Mental blocks can be just as bad as physical ones, Y/N.” He took his own cup of water, chugging it down in one gulp, never taking his eyes off of me. 

“I know that.” I grumbled. 

Truth was, I hadn’t been alright at all since then. Nightmares plagued almost every night's sleep. But standing next to a male who had taken countless lives… It felt stupid and small to complain about. 

I had nearly opened up to Azriel’s few times, but it never felt right, even as he shook me awake and held me until the tremors stopped. 

“Killing never gets easier.” Cassian said, setting his cup down gently, as if not to spook me. “If you don’t want to talk to me, at least talk to Madja. She’s an amazing healer for body and mind.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“Well, think fast. We start again in five minutes.” 

I shot him another half hearted glare before chugging the rest of my water and tossing the cup aside.  

*****

Nuala and Cerridwin stood in the kitchen, preparing something for lunch when I rounded the corner. 

They both glanced up in unison and I gave them a small smile. 

“Good morning.” 

They both nodded their heads in acknowledgement before returning to work. 

I cleared my throat, bringing their attention back to me. 

“What can we do for you, Y/N?” Nuala asked, her voice quiet. 

“I was wondering if you could help me make some sort of cake.” I glanced around at the counters. “For Azriel.” 

I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous. I had spoken to both of them several times in the past. 

“Of course.” Cerridwin replied, offering me a small smile. “What do you think he would want?” 

I shrugged. “I was thinking of something with strawberries.” 

They nodded again and beckoned me fully into the kitchen. 

“Is this to accept the mating bond?” Nuala asked. 

I gave her a look that must have given away my confusion of her knowing. 

They both only gave me a knowing smile. 

I offered them a grin of my own. “Yes, it’s to accept the mating bond.” 

*****

Azriel walked into the townhouse at sundown, his head pounding from a long day's work. He and Rhys had been working on gathering more information about Amarantha and why there suddenly seemed to be a hoard of soldiers in Prynthian. 

When he had received a message from Y/N around midday to meet him at the town house, it was all he could focus on. She was all he could ever seem to focus on lately. 

He continued on through the house, his footsteps nearly silent as he searched for her. Not that he had to search long. His shadows always seemed to know exactly where to find her, anyway. As soon as they came back to him, whispering that she was in the kitchen, he heard something clang to the ground. 

The grin that spread across his face was unstoppable as he sped up, his footsteps making more noise as he went. He couldn’t wait to get back to her, to have her in his arms again. Just to breathe her in, that would be enough to erase all of the bullshit from the day. 

As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen in his entire life. 

There she was, leaning against the counter, tasting some kind of batter off of a spoon as she watched the oven. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, pieces falling out and hanging in her face. She was covered in flour, but she looked happier than she had in weeks. 

When she looked up and saw him leaning against the wall, her face seemed to brighten even more. 

“Azriel.” She breathed, smiling at him in a way that warmed his heart.

“More beautiful every single time I see you.” He whispered as she made her way to him to press soft kisses to his lips. 

“I… I made something.” She looked down at herself. “Obviously.” 

“And what did you make?” 

“Strawberry shortcake.” She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. “For you.” 

His heart stuttered in his chest at the meaning behind her words. 

“You… you’re accepting the bond?” He asked.

She nodded. “I have no idea if it’ll be any good… Nuala and Cerridwin helped me. They’re magic in the kitchen. You should see them, it’s amazing.”

She was nervous and babbling. He had no idea why. All he had ever wanted in his entire life was standing right in front of him. 

He pulled her into a bone crushing hug, lifting her off of her feet and spinning her in circles as they both giggled. 

“Can I try it?” He asked, still holding her in his arms. 

“Of course.” She patted his chest in a silent request to put her down. 

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to lose the warmth of her body pressed up against him, but after a few more seconds, he relented. Setting her back on her feet. 

She turned, and he admired her as she moved. When she turned back to him, she had a perfect little cake in her hands that was topped with perfectly cut strawberries. 

“I hope you like it. I wasn’t sure what you’d want, but my father used to make this all the time when I was little.” She tucked one of the loose strands of hair behind her ear. 

“You could have given me a lump of burnt bread, and I would think it was the second most delicious thing in the world.” He smirked at her, taking the small plate out of her hand. 

“Second?” She asked, outraged. “What’s the first?”

He set the plate to the side, pulling her into his chest. She tipped her head back laughing, and he kissed her neck. 

“The first will always be you, my love.” He kissed her once, twice, three more times before he stepped away and rounded the island to take a seat. 

She watched him intently as he pulled the cake closer to himself, picking up the fork, and taking the first bite.

His eyes closed as he savored it, and she clasped her hands in front of her as she grinned.

“Absolutely delicious.” Azriel muttered, opening his eyes to look at her again.

The warmth that spread down the bond made his head spin. It was official. She was his for the rest of their near-immortal lives. She was his, and he, without a shadow of a doubt, was completely and irrevocably hers.

*****

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[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 72... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

OH MY GOD!!! 😱 THIS CHAPTER, MAN...!!! 😵

Okay, okay... When we last left off, the police had arrived to help Anya and the other students trapped on the bus...!! And that's exactly where we pick up at:

Not wasting any time, Billy Squire grabs Damian and makes his demands to the police...

And when I read that he wanted all of his imprisoned members freed, I had a feeling that those guys were already dead (because of Yor, all the way back in Extra Mission 2, AKA The Date Chapter that the anime has still yet to adapt...!! 😩)

And few pages later, it was pretty much confirmed...!! (Though, we still don't know how they died... But, my money is still on Yor...!! 😤)

After that, my boy Bill continues to be a MVP in this situation by trying to calm everyone down, and even WISE is doing their part to help the kids...!! 😆

But then, I saw THIS:

They tied this man to a wall, I JUST CAN'T-- 🤣

And though I wanted to see Yuri go save Anya and other kids, I'm just glad that he still gets to help by finding the other bus!! 😎

And speaking of people coming to help, not only is Mr. Blackbell and Martha there, but Mr. Henderson as well (which I was generally surprised and happy to see...!! 😁)

I bet when everyone was theorizing about this arc (including me), no one expected Mr. Henderson get involved at all or get involved like he did...!! 👌😌

Also, l loved the callbacks to Mission 5 (as seen in the image below) and Mission 23, when Anya said: "I've had better, and I've had worse." 😄 I always love when little things like these get brought up again...!! 😁

On a more serious note, we learn that Billy Squire had a daughter and she was killed by the state while advocating for peace and equality...

This bit of information got me to understand Billy Squire a little more, but I'll still never understand why some resort to violence or hurting others when they themselves were hurt by violence... This cycle of violence will never end unless we choose to stop it...!

Sorry about getting serious there for a moment, but I truly believe that the world would be a better place if more people choose compassion and understanding over violence and hate... That's all I gotta say about that...

And finally, see that Yuri has found the second bus...!! 😲

And that was Mission 72, it was fantastic!! 😁 So many things happened in this chapter, I can't believe it...! And once again, Endo has impressed me with his writing in this story...!

I am super excited for the next chapter of Spy X Family, but there's one problem... It'll be coming out December 25, which is Christmas, MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY...!!! And though a new chapter on Christmas would be great, I'm kinda hoping that it doesn't happen...! 😅

Anyway, my review of this chapter probably would've came out earlier today if I didn't decide to do both of reviews at same time today... Because I chose chaos...!! 👌😌 I guess with that, I'll be seeing you all in the next Mission...!! 😄 Take care and be safe out there everyone...!! 💗😊💗

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #spy x family manga #sxf manga #spyxfamily manga #anya forger #damian desmond #becky blackbell #yuri briar #ewen egeburg #emile elman #bill watkins #henry henderson #THIS CHAPTER WAS NUTS!! 😵 #So many callbacks again...!! #I bet no one expected Henderson to come by and help...! #THIS MANGA...!!! #I'll always hope for a better world...! 💗 #manga spoilers #Mission 72

[viv-weylin]

Random sniperspy drabble i wrote wouaah

Spy was… well. He was a solitary person at heart. Secretive, reticent, unforthcoming. All of those and more. If you've talked to Spy, at least the real Spy, you would also learn he was quite bad at talking.

When it came to being other people, he could regurgitate the things that his victims wanted to hear. He could seduce any man or woman he needed to. Spy could talk to people just fine if it were someone else talking out of his body. But when his normal-brain took over… it was a mess.

Spy, more or less, was a bit of a mess.

That was fine. No one knew who Spy even was, no one would see that mess. It was all under the guise of a refined gentleman, an egotistical womanizing Frenchman, a perfect man. Life goes on, and Spy never lets a soul get close. In fact, he was sitting alone in his smoking room today. As far away as he could get from his coworkers. As far away as he could get from speaking. From being himself.

He wasn't much of a person anyways. He was more like… a marionette doll. A puppet. A blank slate, a faceless doll to project anything onto- it came free with his job. He opened his disguise kit, lighting a cigarette. He needed one if he really wanted to go down this train of thought. Closing his eyes, Spy retreated into his mind. Into that maze of thoughts, a limbo of emotions.

All his disguises, a museum of names and faces flashed behind his eyes. From Jacques to Roman to Elle, men and women he's pretended to be, all false, were like paintings upon a wall in which he based who he was off of. Spy didn't even have a name, at least anymore. He was just a Spy. It was sad in a sense, despite all these people that would fall to his feet in an instant, none of them knew Spy. The museum of Spy was crowded and flooded by infinite faces and identities. Entire lives liven, only to be abandoned and never touched. He felt sick, trying to erase those identities from his mind. As if the world itself was spiting him with images of ex lovers and ex identities. families and -

Memories this time flashed behind his eyes. Instead of portrait paintings, they were scenes. Scenes of things he's done with people who swore up and down that they knew him. Dancing with an ex lover he was to assassinate a month later. Singing to a child he was temporarily the step-father of, only to walk out. Playing baseball with Scout of all people, only for him to leave a few weeks later. It was sickening, those memories that he worked so hard to hide and forget yet always tipped over the metaphorical cup of secrets he hid.

All these paintings, faces, memories, people who he loved, people who he killed, surrounded the identity known as Spy, and yet, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be kno-

His spiral of thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hey Spook." Ah, the bushman. Silence fell between them for a second before Sniper spoke up. "Are you up for tonight?"

Ah, tonight. Spy completely forgot about their little agreement, one of physical matters. His mind was far too deep to be up for anything, pun intended. "No."

He heard a slight chuckle. "Aight. Ain't no problem. You doin' okay?"

It was Spy's turn to chuckle. "No."

"Do you wanna talk?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

Spy snorted. "Just because we fuck doesn't mean that you're obligated to my feelings, bushman." That cold exterior responded, the voice he heard a stranger to Spy.

"I was just offerin', like a good person would." Sniper retorted, most likely offended as just yesterday they shared a meal together while talking about Sniper's life. That was too close. Too romantic. Spy needed to distance himself or he'd hurt Sniper.

A few more seconds of silence.

"Damn, spook. Goodnight then."

"Night, Sniper."

How deeply Spy wanted to connect, how he wanted to tell Sniper his life. His faces. His memories. Who he was, who he is. And yet, how unable he's to share anything about himself. He would not let the Sniper's portrait hang on the wall of failed ex lovers.

Looking at the mirror across the room, Spy wanted to vomit. That pale imitation of a person staring back made him want to hurl, yet all he did was smoke more.

[Epilogue:

"My apologies for snapping at you last night. I had a rough day."

"It's fine." Sniper lied. Spy could tell it was very much not fine.

"Let me make it up to you?"

"Okay."

"Okay.

They were fine. They'd be fine.]

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #sniperspy #spy tf2 #sniper tf2 #drabble #longpost #writing

[niilue]

Hello! I Hope you're having a great day ^^!

For the 1k event , could I request a drabble with fem reader + Yor ( spy x family) with promt 6 + cw , virgin ,praise and pegging?

‧₊˚⊹ sub yor forger x fem! dom reader

prompt: "(character) first time"

cw; drabble, dom reader, femeale reader, virgin yor, praise, pegging words; 622 1k event

yor was literally the most adorable and sexy girl you had ever met. you couldn't believe the situation you were in, yor was asking you with her hands clasped together and her cheeks burning for you to take her virginity.

"(name) seriously, i want to do it with you..." she said a little shaky with nerves she was totally adorable.

you couldn't control yourself when you were with her, so this was more than a gift to you. 

you took her face gently and gave her a chaste kiss. "I'll make you feel so good, yor." you said close to her mouth, caressing her wet lips.

you guided her to the bed and as you undressed her you slowly kissed her and kissed and kissed her all over.

telling her how beautiful she looked today, touching her pretty hair, kissing her softly, so you could make her relax a little.

when she was in her underwear you lowered your hand down to her middle and found that she was wet. so fast aww.

"yor such a kinky girl, you're already wet for me? how adorable~" you teased, circling her center, stimulating her clitoris even over her clothes, feeling her getting wetter and wetter.

"aaa-aahg! y-yes-it feels... mhmmp, s- so good." yor mentioned looking at you with desire and teary eyes. she was so turned on by this.

"yeah cutie, you like it when i rub like this.."

yor moaned as you sped up the movements on her pussy, making them start touching her big breasts while she couldn't control her moans.

“cutie” you pulled down her panties and saw how wet and red her sex was, throbbing and eager for you to enter.

yor covered her face in shame while you just looked at her beautiful body without missing a detail.

you searched through your things for the strap-on and put it on as fast as you had ever done before. you put lubricant on the dildo, since you didn't want to hurt yor.

"okay bae, i'm going in, gently okay." 

you said and began to stimulate her vagina first with your fingers, listening to the soft moans. you did this for a while until yor seemed to have become accustomed to the intrusion.

you took the plastic dildo and placed it at her entrance. you looked at her asking for her permission and slowly began to penetrate her.

at first soft and slow, yor was shedding some tears from the pain and pleasure. "shhh, that's okay, you're doing great."

after a while yor was more excited than sore and she was whimpering for you to go faster. 

and without thinking you started to fuck her harder and deeper. the dildo was glistening with yor's fluids, she was so wet.

you bit your lips loving the erotic image of the girl. with each penetration her breasts bounced wildly in a swaying motion that your eyes couldn't stop. they had slipped out of her bra and her hard nipples were clamoring to be touched.

"more, more, (name), here..." yor was touching her clitoris while you kept on ramming her, increasing the pleasure.

"yor, what a good girl look at you, you take me so well. completely." you brought your fingers to her mouth. watching as she sucked them passionately. over and over again. getting them very wet.

she looked lost in excitement, strands of saliva running down her mouth as she said nonsense while still sucking on your fingers. it seemed she had an oral fixation with them.

"yor, yor, my pretty yor." you hummed, increasing your movements, the sounds of your bodies coming together along with your moans were all that could be heard.

"haaa (name), am i a good slut for you?"

#niilue's 1k event #yor #dom!reader #yor forger #sub character #female reader #yor x reader #yor smut #spy x family smut #sub yor #sub yor forger #dom reader #anime smut #sub spy x family #spy x family x reader #smut #fem!dom #fem reader #sub girl

[matrixxsystem]

Terrapin Soup Part 9 (6/7)

"Easy love, I'll help. Just tell me what to do." Leo smiled a little more, finally able to take a breath and calm down a bit with Usagi's reassurance. April and Donnie didn't know what they were talking about, they had nothing to worry about. And so what he ate people, that was nothing dangerous compared to some of the fucked up things villains have done, even Draxum who was like their weird step-dad did some pretty fucked up things, including attempted genocide! So who cares if his boyfriend ate some bad guys.. Isn't that what recycling is? He's not a killer he's an environmentalist! Leo got all the tools he needed and set them on a roller table, sitting himself on the bed not too far from Hyo so Usagi wouldn't be too far incase he woke up. He'd most likely sleep through the night but he still didn't want to make his boyfriend any more anxious about it then he was already. "Here, I marked where it should be, all you gotta do is cut it out, I'll give myself a lil adrenaline shot to stop the bleeding, then you stitch it up and well be good to go. Should only take.. Maybe five minutes?" Usagi nodded and grabbed the small knife on the tray after unwrapping his arms, "Y'know, I've never done this on someone who's alive, so make sure to let me know if I hurt you." Leo nodded, "I just.. Can't believe he'd spy on me, what if he heard something I didn't want him to or something private! I just- What else has he been doing without me knowing?" Usagi nodded and gently grabbed Leo's arm, pressing his fingers against his muscles trying to pinpoint where it was exactly to make sure he didn't hurt anything else. Once he felt the small bump under his skin he tugged his arm out further and glanced to Leo a last time, "Ready then? You may continue to vent, it may help keep your mind distracted." Leo nodded glancing to the knife then back up to him, "Yeah, I'll be fine, I mean you know the kinda stuff I used to do to myself so I can handle this. Besides, maybe if you kissed it better I'd be more inclined to sit still for you~" Usagi rolled his eyes and pressed the knife against Leos inner arm, "Well if you want fewer stiches try not to move anyway." He stopped talking as he started to concentrate, glancing between the incision and Leo's expression to make sure he was actually alright and not just trying to be brave. Leo however wasn't paying much attention, he was looking back at Usagi's expression. "I can feel it in there, what now?" Leo at first didn't respond, too busy fawning over his boyfriends features but soon snapped out of it and looked back, "Right- Uh you can use those uh.. Tongs? And grab it. If it feels stuck you can probably cut it out but I don't think it'll be too hard to get." Usagi nodded doing as told, the faint smell of blood rising making his nose twitch. Leo held back a chuckle as he watched him work, there was of course a small amount of pain but it was well over shadowed by everything else distracting him. Like his cute boyfriend doing his little nose twitch as he sorted through the small line of tools. Once Usagi got a hold of the device and carefully pulled it out he set it on the tray, studying it for a moment, it was about the same size as a grain or rice. "That's.. Under other circumstances this would be quite intriguing.. The man who invented this technology was in his forties when he first began materializing it. Yet your brother is only near sixteen and fabricating his own… But anyway- The stitches, right, walk me through it." Leo pulled up a video on his phone for a better visual and explained things around the images to help, thanks to the internet it was over and relatively painless. Usagi held Leos arm after the final stitch was in place and as promised, gently pressed his lips above the wound kissing it better. "I'm a little surprised you didn't ask for a bite~"

Part 9.7 Part 1

#rottmnt #leosagi #fanfic #writing #ao3 fanfic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #angst #dead dove do not eat #lgbtq #rottmnt leo #i dont fucking know #dont try this at home #cannibalistic #rottmnt usagi #dead dove fic #tmnt #what the fuuuuck #rise tmnt #tmnt leonardo

[chocoenvy]

Tw: HEAVY Gore. Weird fleshy biomass thing.

Unnatural Reader asker, might just take "Unnatural Anon" if it's alright with you, but essentially rather than a "rat" of a reader, imagine something along the lines of "Alex Mercer from Prototype + creature from Carrion game + Eldritch Horror love child", where eventually, during one Fatui meeting, Tsaritsa has them nearby, when suddenly, they sit up, look into the shadows of the room, and suddenly, their arm turns into a horrifyingly long mass of muscle and bone, which they shoot into the shadows, pulling back someone trying to spy on the Fatui, only to look back at the Tsaritsa to go "I'm hungry." And give a look to somehow ask for permission to "eat". Upon receiving an affirmative, is followed by slamming the person to the ground til they are as mangled as Reader's flesh arm. Only for it to get ten times worse by it turning into a long maw that tears the person to shreds in the consumption process, until only blood and loose scraps are left, and their arm reverts to normal, along with any stains being absorbed by the "clothing" that is more so an outer layer of flesh made to look like cloth. Yeah, my brain is VERY gruesome, as this is only one small iceberg falling off of Antarctica.

As anon has mentioned: Gore warning!!! reader is an eldritch horror love child thing

okay call me crazy but...

reader is just a little puppy catching bad people and asking permission to eat in front of others and to eat one of the Tsaritsa's people.

Also reader being so afraid of fire so they live in Snezhnaya that's adorable <3

IK THIS IS MEGA HORROR BUT KSAJFLKASDJFADS they're like a puppy just... a little more gruesome. just a bit.

Tsaritsa taking reader in like "damn guess this is my eldritch being thing to take care of now"

Okay but the second ask, if this were sagau it'd make sense for the reader to be able to create things. Especially things in their own image with their same powers. They're not exactly sentient so there's no moral issues with hurting them. It's just a bit unnerving watching them fight back as though their non-existent life is on the line.

Childe, once he gets over the moral barrier, is thrilled by it.

Reader really is a cat with the cutting thing bro. All of a sudden attacking the Tsaritsa KAJSDLFKJSADF they do it affectionately if not instinctually. They're an eldritch being at heart first and foremost some things are just natural to them.

Also living in Snezhnaya means reader having to fend off Dottore bc you know that mf is crazy enough to try and inspect them. Also Dottore a litttle weird himself so maybe he feels a bit of kinship to reader. Idk Dottore lore tho all I know is that he's crusty

ALDSKJFSA SORRY EITHER WAY THIS IS A VERY NICE BRAINROT I LOVE ELDRITCH READER VERY MUCH <333

#choco.asks #unnatural anon #can't wait for you to send more this scratched my brain really well #eldritch reader is just... cute LASDKJFASDFASD #i jsut simp for reader in general at this point KASDJFASLD

[schleckermaul]

𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚, requested by @hanlengjun! (send a ✔ if u also want one)

🍬 do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

(not even a little bit, apart from what i've seen on the dash and on your blog. the closest thing is that i'm currently reading volume one of heaven official's blessing lmao, but that's literally just from the same author. needless to say, i'm super interested to hear more!)

🍬 setting: guess which

🍬 pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

(as with a couple of friendships, it makes sense for these two to know each other through eiden. break likes occasionally hanging out with eiden and going for a tea and cake on his lunch breaks, and he's probably met most of eiden's employees or closer friends, mobei jun being one of those.)

🍬 possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other: worsties

(after reading over your pages again, i think these two would hate each other and they'd like doing so. mobei jun probably really reminds break of the chains he knows back from his world. that arrogant unfeeling image doesn't sit well with him, and he's probably not fond of mobei jun hanging around eiden, either. he wouldn't outright start a fight, but he's probably going to be intentionally bitchy. which i'm sure will only be returned equally.)

🍬 i’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

(some sort of confrontation between them, though i'm unsure what could cause it. about why break's so on edge, and how they can keep interacting with each other? could potentially just go down the drain, i can't imagine that conversation going well lol, but it'd be so spicy. talks about morality and world view and friendships.)

🍬 feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

#hanlengjun #& — ooc . #& — ask .

[inukag-archive]

Hi! I’m looking for first kiss 💋 InuKag stories set in any universe. It would be really cool to see some suggestions of stories written by people who haven’t been recommended much yet. Thank you!

Hello, anon! We've got a list of some fantastic fics that focus on the first kiss between our beloved InuKag and hope you'll find something you love! Happy reading ❤

The Worst Possible Moment by FireTigerSoul (T)

Inuyasha and Kagome share a serious discussion, one which ends humorously much to Kagome's chagrin. (One-shot)

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Feminine Wiles by grandlarseny (T)

Kagome's broken Inuyasha's rosary! But fear not! Kaede has another one. But what's this? KAGOME HAS TO PUT IT ON HIM HERSELF? Watch Kagome carry out her kinda evil plots on an unsuspecting half-breed with some SangoMiroku spying on the side.

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Now What? by Merith (K+)

A bit of fluff after episode 79. Kagome sees Inuyasha as never before!

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Can't Get Hurt Again by BenjiWrites (G)

Inuyasha and Kagome end up sharing Kagome's bed and talking about their feelings.

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Stay Close to Me by Emmyyasha (T)

Autumn has come, the leaves have changed, and everyone wants to partake in the joys of the fall festival. Corn mazes, pumpkin patches, warm apple cider. They are perfect to get in the Halloween mood while snuggling up to your loved one. But when Kagome decides to face her fears and enter the haunted house, a day of fun turns into the stuff of nightmares. Good thing Inuyasha, her best friend who is also secretly in love with Kagome, is right there by her side.

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For You by sarah_writes_stories (M)

They were mocking him. Each and every one of those tiny chocolates in that disgustingly cute square box. They were just sitting there… taunting him… and he hated it. Because Kagome was his, dammit, even if she didn't know it yet.

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Show and Tell by @clearwillow (T)

The morning after the new moon at Togenkyo, Kagome has some choice words for Inuyasha. He does too, but he's less inclined to say them.

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Stay By My Side by PotatoButt (G)

Kagome finally gets to return to Inuyasha's time after three years.

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Touch by LianaDawn (Not Rated)

Inuyasha and Kagoma stop to set-up camp while on a mission and things begin to heat-up quickly.

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A Light in the Dark by @roseheartwhitefox (G)

Inuyasha discovers that Souta is afraid of the dark, and tries to help him overcome it. In the process, he discovers a little but about himself, as he and Souta discuss some of life's biggest questions. Takes place during The Final Act.

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Fortune Favours the Bold by @mamabearcat (M)

"Dai-kichi! The person you await comes from a distant place. Be bold! It would be good for you to send them a message." Kagome smiled as she traced her fingers over the printed fortune, picturing a dog eared boy with white flowing hair and amber eyes. Inuyasha definitely fit the description of ‘comes from a distant place’ – you couldn’t get more distant than five hundred years into the past. But what sort of message would she want to send him?

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Just Say It by @lavendertwilight89 & @sapphirestarxx (T)

After visiting with Yuka, Ayumi and Eri, Inuyasha questions Kagome about what a date is--will he like her answer?

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Ramen by @writemydaydreams (T)

Three years is a long time to be separated from the person you love. Inuyasha had to find a way to cope with Kagome's absence and the possibility he may never see her again. Sometimes support comes from the last place you expect it.

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The Best I Ever Had by @callmegri (M)

He wanted a music video to leave behind his former image, but he got so much more. AKA what happens when you mix a grumpy rockstar, a sunny actress and a lecherous director. Inspired by Machine Gun Kelly's bloody valentine.

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Mistaken Intentions by @fawn-eyed-girl (T)

When Inuyasha overhears Kagome's wish on a dandelion to be with him always, he's confused. Aren't they already together, committed, forever? He decides to try and figure out what she means, and how to tell her how he really feels.

#InuKag Archive #inukag fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #first kiss

[kirric-the-fan]

The Siren's Siren

Pirate au drabble

Dolores is smitten by the young man who softly speaks poetry into the night, but her gift and their lives hold them apart. She asks her papa for some help. (Love, angst, good papa Félix)

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It's been so long that she's not sure when she first heard him anymore, that day his quiet voice first fell upon her ears, slowing her route through the village with its whispers and promises of gem-like oceans and buttery summers.

It was strange prose, but there was something about the way it was so earnestly spoken, each word read with a passion that sung of its owner's convictions of all the beauty in the world. An artist, painting the quiet back alleys with his heart. And her, his only audience. She would listen, joy in this strange music and close her eyes long after, drawing his warming tones to peace and sleep with a sigh.

His words would stay with her long after they'd sailed.

It was ironic that she, of all people, fell to another's voice. Even after getting her own gift, Dolores still wondered if the mythical siren was real. Now she wondered if someone had found one far, far out to sea and someone dropped it back here to torment her in kind, drawing her back again and again. But no-one else seemed to hear this siren's call, dozens of others walking by with impunity, barely a flicker of acknowledgment that anyone even spoke a word at all.

She was caught by it, snatching what opportunities ashore to return and drift on by, spending hours whiling away in the company of his dulcet tones. But always just out of sight. Always the quiet observer, the silent, obscured audience. She didn't want to scare him away.

She found out a little about him. A villager, Mariano, his name. Unlike many who took even occasional turns aboard, he never strayed onto the ship. A mother to look after: him, her only son. It was why she had rarely seen him before, and now she knew of him, she missed his omission dearly.

The absence hurt, but it was as much a blessing as a curse. It was agony to be away for so long (how long could a few hours feel? A day? A week? Yet her thoughts barely left his side), but she knew he was safer back onshore. Their life was a dangerous one, and would be doubly so under the captaincy of a disapproving mother. It was probably just as well he stayed ashore: she was sure she wouldn't have been able to withstand the torment of having him so close.

She could barely stand it now. It had been many visits before she had plucked up the courage to spy her strange siren, only to have her heart grow and thump so hard that she thought it might beat out her lungs and her eyes from the very chest, his image haunting her, filling her mind with blankets of tantalising possibilities that she knew she could never have.

Because she was cursed.

She'd had boyfriends before. Fine young men and sailors who had swept to her side, professing their love and adoration in sweet nothings before sweeping her off her feet and fulfilling her every dream. But dreams became boring, sweet became sickly, and sooner or later she turned each of them away, gossiped whispers of her errant powers running rogue ringing too true to ignore. She couldn't help it, the giggled wishes of her desires seeming to all too easily come true.

Much of her power was in song, but there was something about love that seemed to pull it through.

She hated it.

And she loved him.

"What do I do?"

Dolores paced from one side of the hold to the other, her papa watching from his barrel. There was no-one else around down there, the distant creak of wood and footsteps far enough away to ensure their privacy.

"Maybe you should just talk to him."

"I can't! What if I say the wrong thing? What if my 'gift' does something, and he can't say no- I don't want that to happen!"

"Maybe it won't." Félix tried. He tried to inject a bit of optimism, but he could see it in her eyes, that growing panic that swelled like a storm, forever threatening to break.

"But what if it does?" Dolores spun, tense and pole-like around herself, just beyond his reach. "I can't do that to him. I might not even notice- I can't" she gasped the words. "I want this to be real, so badly, but how can I know if every word I say could slip into control?"

"You're not going to know unless you say something, and nothing will happen or change until you try. You need to talk to him."

"How can I? When I think of him, my heart rushes like the fiercest wave. When I hear him, my soul settles like the hundred hues of sunset on an evening beach! When I see him, I can't help but smile like my world's already complete: I just think to speak of him and my heart is full of cheer and every word is a song!" Her eyes widened at her words, realisation crashing over with the snap of her hands as they slammed over her lips, tears trickling at her cheeks and quickly turning into a flood.

"Lola, eyyy, mija..." Félix wrapped her into his arms as she sobbed, holding her close.

"I don't want to use it! But I can't! I- I-" She tried to wipe back the snotty tears, garbled over hitching empty breaths that caught in the middle of nowhere. "I don't want him to like me just because of my gift!" she wailed.

"Shhh, shhhh, it's okay." Could nothing hurt as much as love? He soothed down her back, wishing his assurances could do more, iron out this misery she found her caught in, even take away her 'gift' just for a day or two. She may be nearly twenty, but she was still his little girl, and he would move the world for her.

But for now he let her cry freely, releasing her sorrow into the world.

As she grew quiet, he shifted slightly and picked his moment. "Have you thought about writing?" he said carefully.

She paused, mid-hiccup, her voice still nasally and muffled where she half pressed into him. "Writing?"

"Yeah, letters. You know, your pen and paper thing your ma insisted on you learning?" He pulled her back a little, so she could see his smile. "You can say hello, tell him how you feel."

Dolores seemed to have short-circuited, her mouth widening and closing in a great O like some gulping fish, her eyes frozen open in kind.

"No chance of your gift being used that way, and you can send back letters whilst you're out on the ship! And!" Félix gleamed, sloshing about in his barrel as he raised a finger. "And you can even exchange poetry if you wanted!"

Dolores let out a squeak, tinted five shades redder and became a lot heavier in his arm as she wobbled, almost falling to the floor. Félix had a terrible moment where he thought he might have taken it a bit too far, but she managed to find herself again, rising, a hand to her head.

"Letters..." she wondered, dazed. Félix almost had to hide a chuckle. Such were the trials and tribulations of youth, and love. But her tears were gone, replaced by opportunity.

Félix saw an opportunity too, propping one elbow up on the rim and rolling into casual conversation. "You know, I'd lend you my papers but..." He flicked some water at her, drawing a small 'eep!' and then a smile as she splashed back at him too.

He feigned being hit, slumping back into the water. "Oh nooo...you got me(!)" Her smile grew, her shoulders easing back almost into a chuckle and that was enough, he knew, to break the hold her worries had on her. Something set right with the world again.

She stood a little straighter, the fire behind her still puffy eyes shining a bit brighter, hands curling, itching in on themselves as her mind turned.

"I think Mirabel still has some." She flustered, "papers, I mean." She tended to collect them, drawing up all sorts of maps and diagrams in her spare time of the places they'd been. Dolores hovered, fidgeting still.

Félix saw, and smiled. She was so like her mother at times, not that Pepa would let anyone see. "Go on," he nodded to the door, "you've got this." It was all the encouragement she needed, turning, almost running along as she disappeared down the ship. He watched her go with a smile, his chest welling up. "Go get 'em."

(Ty for reading! Prompted by this ask here from @consistantly-changing , based on my pirate AU, intro over here! Askbox is open as always!)

#Encanto #kirric's encanto pirate au #dolores madrigal #mariano guzmán #félix madrigal

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Some complete thoughts about Ace Decade from “The Diabolical Disc Demon” being Butch and Alex’s dad, as part of the “Butch Cassidy and Alex Super are half brothers” headcanon.

- Visually speaking, Ace Decade fits the bill. He has that dark brown, almost black hair like Butch has, and he wears glasses like Alex does. I would say that he also looks old enough to have teenage children.

- The different last names between the three characters isn’t an issue for this headcanon. Alex Super is most likely a stage name anyway (considering that the term “super” became popular slang in the 1970s), so what his canonical real last name is isn’t known - it could very well be Decade. As for Butch Cassidy, Cassidy could be his mother’s last name that he took on/was legally given after his parents’s divorce. Taking another bit of inspiration from David and Shaun Cassidy, I’m imaging it as Butch’s mom and Ace Decade divorcing, and then Ace Decade marrying Alex’s mom and the two of them having Alex. (Or, if you all like a bit more drama, considering that Ace Decade is shown to be willing to do ethically/morally questionable things and that Butch and Alex don’t seem to be that far apart in age, it could be a case of adultery followed up by a subsequent divorce and remarrying.)

- Ace Decade being a record/music producer would fit in well with the “Alex Super is trying to distance himself from his famous family” part of the headcanon as well - he would want to avoid accusations that he only got famous because he was able to record under his daddy’s label by starting an independent band instead. (His episode did show that his band had a manager and stuff, so perhaps he was on an independent record label and just never told them he was Ace Decade’s son.) That may also be why the music his band plays is less mainstream pop music like we heard the acts under the Decade Records label play and more psychedelic rock (or however you would describe his song).

- Ace Decade being a record/music producer would work with Butch’s story too. Since The Sundance Kids band is supposed to be a cover for spy activities, him being the son of a famous record producer probably helps with that. How does The Sundance Kids, a band with no consistent touring schedule, that is always showing up in seemingly random countries, and is always playing free shows, have enough money to stay afloat? Why, clearly it’s nepotism! Obviously Butch must be using his daddy’s money to play rockstar. (Of course, Butch really can sing and play guitar, so perhaps the Talent Agency was scouting out record labels and came across him at Decade Records.)

- I think Ace Decade being Alex Super’s dad would add a level of tragedy to his story. Alex was already betrayed by his bandmate and manager when they committed crimes while dressed as supernatural creatures to further their own financial gain, so him finding out that his dad was arrested for committing crimes while dressed as a supernatural creature to further his own financial gain would hurt just that much more. 

- I feel like Butch would likely find out about Ace Decade’s crimes and arrest a little bit after it happened, as there’s a good chance he was on a mission at the time. I assume Mr. Socrates would want to tell him personally to try and lessen the blow, but his direct, matter-of-fact manner of speaking (“Butch, your father was arrested while you were on your latest mission. He is being prosecuted for the following crimes-”) may not be as comforting as he intended.

#textpost #Headcanon