#yeah so this got long and rambly which was my intention

[hotchlove]

Risk - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

• i take requests! plsss dm me or leave them here if u have anything fun you'd like me to write. it can be angst, anytype of trope, smut, etc. • PLZ NOTE: i ONLY do oneshots/blurbs. they differ from long to short depending on the character and story. i do not write series! • risk - 1708 words (I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN.) • desc.: - based on 3x14 "damaged" - angst !!!! - y/n and hotch fighting - happy ending ofc

once again i'm fulfilling my job of breaking hearts!!!!!

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you and aaron have been dating for three years now. you're perfect for each other. it's like you were created for each other, yet you met so late in life - but that's never changed anything. you love him and he loves you, and most importantly, you are great with jack. that kid loves you more than his star wars saber collections - and that means something.

aaron and reid got back from the interview they had with the pre-execution serial killer "chester hardwick". chester is a joker, a mischevious and wilfull serial killer - he's always got something up his sleeve and he's quick with it. you didn't worry about the interview - why would you? they're only in there for half an hour, and can get out by one buzzzz of the door - except maybe it didn't go as planned, which you found out by accidentally eavesdropping on spencer's gloating in the kitchen.

"it was terrifying," spencer admits and stirs his coffee. derek and penelope listening intentively to his telling as i walk into the kitchen. reid doesn't notice, his back to the door, but pen and derek definitely do. they shoot spencer sharp looks that scream 'stop talking.' but despite his boy-genius being, he doesn't notice and continues rambling like some gears shifted in his mind that won't let him shut up. "hotch was ready to rumble," he exagerrates. "he took off his jacket and tie and everything, rolled up his sleeves and looked at chester like he was gonna eat him alive." spencer finally looks up and notices the looks derek and penelope shoot him, causing him to shut up immediate effectively. "wha-" he turns around and gulps, seeing me crossarmed right behind him.

"y/n! what a pleasant surpr-" "save it. aaron did what now?" penelopes lips are zip-shut and derek's struggling to hold back a cackle and probably some stupid comment like "oooh- boss man's in trouble."

"well-" spencer laughs awkwardly. "i overexageratted a little." i shake my head. "no, spencer, what did he do?" i ask, expression stern, angry if you squint.

"i don't- i really shouldn't be the one to tell you this." he looks down at his coffee, still stirring it. "fine. i'll ask him. is he in his office?" he gives a small nods. i make my way to aaron's office, quickly waving at emily and jj as i walk past. i can feel their wide eyes digging daggers into my back, but i don't take the time to explain my frantic attitude and just walk. i usually knock, but not this time. i just burst into his office, to which he looks up widely. he was about to scold whoever it was that just burst his doors like that, but smiles as he sees it's me.

usually i'd melt immediately. the hotch smile - a very rare emotion to others - to me, it's a everyday occurence. "honey," he gets up and walks towards me, his hands pressing onto my lower waist. "what's wrong? are you okay? did anything ha-" "you better have a dang good explanation, aaron." i cross my arms and look up at him, eyebrows scrunched. "explanation? for what?" he laughs, "for risking your life at the interview today." he sighs and his head drops. "i told reid not to tell you." "not the point. what's that all about?" i say, moving away from his grip.

"honey," he looks up with a soft expression. don't use your puppy eyes on me right now, hotchner. "i'm fine. not a scratch. see?" he raises his arms in a mock surrender. "yeah well, i'm not. you can't keep doing this - risking your life when it isn't necessary."

"it was hardly a risk," he interrupts. "again, not the point. hardwick killed people with his bare hands in five minutes. imagine what he can do in thirty."

aaron looks at me, confused. "okay, y/n, i'm sorry. you're right. but i'm fine, okay? reid's fine too. nothing happened."

"well it could have. you have people to come home to, aaron." "god, forget me!" i scoff. "think about jack. your son."

aaron sighs. he knows i'm right, but his stubbornness just won't let himself admit it right now. "i said i'm fine. can we just- stop talking about this? i've got paperwork to do." i scrunch my eyebrows. "no, no. we're talking about this. now." aaron leans on his table and his head drops. he places two fingers at the bridge of his nose and pinches it. "it's my job, y/n. you know that."

"i don't recall throwing punches for fun being apart of ur jobs description. i don't care if hardwick threatened you, me or whoever else. you do not engage in danger unless absolutely necessary. and it wasn't this time. you know it." aaron just nods, not wanting to engage in this conversation anymore.

i roll my eyes slighty and sigh again, my arms dropping. "fine. i'm going home - come home when you're ready to grow up, aaron. don't call me." i say and exit his office in a flash, not even looking back. he was gonna go after me, as he always does, but this time- this time we needed some time apart.

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i unlock the door to mine and aaron's shared apartment as i see jessica sitting on the couch and jack doing some sort of activity on the coffee table. "hey guys," i smile and jessica looks up. "well look what the cat dragged in. aaron still at work?" i nod and take off my coat. "yeah. thanks for watching jack." i give her a smile of dismissal.

"hey- he's my favorite nephew." "he's your only nephew." "exactly." she smiles and gets up, ruffling jacks hair before going to grab her coat and bag. "you guys have fun, see you tomorrow jack-o!" she says and we both wave her off as the apartment door clinks closed. "whatcha doing?" i ask jack and kneel next to him, peeking over his shoulder. "don't look! it's not done yet." he yells and i laugh, moving back in surrender. "alright, alright. i'll get started on dinner then."

i'm cooking noodles and frying some chicken as i feel a little tug on my shirt, "you can look now." jack says and brings up a piece of paper to my face.

it's a drawing of a little boy with golden hair, presumably him, a woman that looks like it could be me.. and a tall man with dark hair and a classic black suit and red tie- aaron.

i smile and kneel down to place a kiss on jacks cheek, "i love it, jack. are you sure you aren't some kind of secret underground artist? this is really good." he laughs with pride and shakes his head. "nope- i don't think so!" he giggles and runs off back to his paper and pens.

i place the drawing on the counter next to the vegetables i just cut up. "is daddy coming home?" "of course, you know he hates missing dinner time. i'm sure he'll be home soon." i think i'm telling myself that more than i am jack.

"alright buddy, dinner's ready." half an hour passes since jack asked about aaron, and still no sign of him. "but daddy isn't here yet." i sigh. "i know, buddy, but he's got a lot of work to do. let's eat and then bedtime, you'll see him tomorrow. promise." jack nods, although i can sense his sadness about not being able to share his chicken spaghetti with his daddy and tell him all about school. he eats fairly fast, faster than me and then rushes towards the bedroom to put on his jammies. by the time i get there he's sitting on the bed, holding his favorite plushy, waiting for me to tuck him in.

"well look at you," i grin. "eager to sleep, huh? long day at school?" he nods and gets under the covers i hold up for him. i tuck him in tightly and press a kiss to his forehead. "get some sleep, 'kay?" the lights switch off and the door locks as i leave his room, walking down the stairs when i notice a figure entering the front door.

"hey," aaron says and drops his bag, hanging his keys on the key holder. "hi. you missed dinner time." he sighs, "i kno-" "and bedtime." i look at my watch - 10:30 P.M. "can we talk?" he asks, making his way to the kitchen where i'm standing washing dishes, trying very hard to avoid his gaze in which i know i'll melt the second i see it. "are you ready to be rational?"

"y/n, i'm really sorry." he says and i sigh, turning off the sink and wiping my hands before turning to him and holding onto the counter behind my back. "i know what i did today wasn't necessary. i'm sorry. forgive me, please." he pleads, and god do i wish i could just run into his arms and kiss his sadness away.

i drop my head, "i hate when you do this, aaron. putting yourself in unnecessary danger. i know your job requires stuff like this- but this time.. this time it wasn't needed." i look up with teary eyes as my voice breaks and aaron's eyes widen. he walks up to me and places his hands on my hips again.

"y/n.. i'm sorry. i know you were scared. i'm sorry." "i was. but i was more scared of having to tell jack his daddy isn't coming home anymore." aaron's expression drops. i can't tell if it's sadness, disappointment or if the thought of that scared the hell out of him.

"jesus, y/n, i'm so sorry." he hugs me and digs his chin into my shoulder. "i'm sorry i put you through that." he shakes his head and i wipe away the tear falling on my cheek.

he pulls away from the hug to look at me and tucks some hair behind my ear, "it won't happen again. i promi- i swear." i nod and he smiles, placing a quick kiss on my lips. "i love you." "i love you too." "do you forgive me?"

"always."

#aaron hotchner #hotch #fanfic #fanfiction #thomas gibson #bau #criminal minds #angst #oneshot #blurb #fluff

[purble-gaymer]

THOSE LAST COUPLE CHAPTERS HIT HARD

I just got caught up on your fic and I always oh so love the interactions between the three knight bros. I also adored how you wrote the interactions between Meta Knight and Dedede. I'm a huge fan of redededemption arc and it's why in my hcs I count (an altered version of) the anime as a precursor to the games. I really think that anime Dedede gets a little more hate than he should. He's selfish and a jerk but he's been like that in the games too. I don't like it when people characterize anime Dedede as truly evil and undeserving of redemption because he's meant to be seen more as downright childlike to a fault, even having fits and not being able to read. He's more negligent of real danger even when he's the one causing it than he is downright cruel, and that was proven in the episode where he really thought Kirby died (which was actually a pretty fucked up thing to pull imo). My point is that I think that's exactly how Meta Knight sees him in the anime. Bothersome, spoiled, and a conductor for events that become far more serious than he ever thinks they are. Truly, Dedede has no idea what he's up against with Nightmare, and Meta Knight doesn't hold him responsible for that. He's just there to make sure nothing goes too wrong and shrugs off the childlike berating Dedede gives him afterwards. But for all of that Dedede never stays mad at Meta Knight, and likewise Meta Knight looks out for Dedede in a way by also making sure his exploits don't go out of hand and harm him (since he knows Dedede is playing with fire when it comes to the monsters). Even for the flawed parts of anime Dedede's characterization he's just an immature king who isn't actually that much of a feal threat, just like in the games -- and Meta Knight is his loyal knight who puts up with his antics. Sorry for the drabble but again my point is I just felt like you nailed their interactions PERFECTLY. I can absolutely see in your writing the potential for how their friendship would grow overtime. All the characters really are just silly fellas, reading them gives off those same vibes from the anime. Anyway, I just wanted to compliment you over that .o.

uwhjg. thank you !!😭 dedede has always been a fun character to write whether it’s a serious scene or a silly one, and i wanted to set them on the same course they take in the games. of course, it’ll still be a long time before everyone sets aside their differences enough to become friends, but it’s a start. matching the characterization of the show while doing everything i wanted to was a challenge, but it’s good to hear it paid off! dedede is misled and inexperienced, but he’s still dedede. there are inklings of the character we know today, it’ll just take time for him to grow from his original characterization. like, it takes until triple deluxe for kirby and dedede to really work together. now that nightmare’s gone, it’ll probably follow a similar course.

i’ve had one or two people mention leading up to 93 that not a lot of writers look at mk & ddd’s relationship in too much depth, and i agree. i didn’t get into is as much as i would’ve liked to, but i tried to include it whenever i could because they’re so interesting. you see them hanging out like friends but you also see them constantly denying the other’s wishes and fighting about it later. not to mention the whole ‘let’s blow up the halberd’ debacle. we’ll talk about that another day. but to my original point, dedede gets shelved a lot in favor of developing other characters and it’s a shame. he’d be just as important after nme’s destruction. he’s still got kirby to deal with, after all. it’s not like he and meta knight never interact, either. i’ve inserted a lot of scenes but there are plenty of times mk just shows up in the throne room to ask about something. even things like mk helping dedede with his plan to get kirby into the grand prix in 35/36 are suggested by the fact dedede and escargoon are in the storage room with him when he talks to kirby. these scenes are really only baseless in episodes where the knights don’t appear at all (i’m pretty sure they aren’t actually in 93).

i’d like to say dedede starts to realize just how serious things are after 89 because of the whole…incident with mk, but because that didn’t really happen, it’s not reflected in the show. maybe it’s more in the back of his mind, sort of a ‘no, that can’t be right!’ thought that he can’t quite dismiss. by the time the destroya come along, he just goes along with things because he wants to stop the attack. he certainly understands the danger once they’re at there fortress, so he has to have realized at some point. i think meta knight also starts to gain a level of respect for him after my made-up 89 epilogue, if only because he brought him back to sword and blade to make sure he was safe after. they wouldn’t have fought so openly in 93 if it were the beginning of the show—dedede might’ve been a little upset, but what’s it matter? meta knight is just another soldier under his lead. they’ve been through a lot by the end, and they’re going to go through more.

i wish the show gave them more interactions. i think that’s part of the problem. all you really see of them is mk asking questions from time to time, and it doesn’t establish anything beyond their usual fronts. it feels uninteresting and surface-level. but there’s so much more there that can be brought out simply by removing them from the situation and letting them talk on their own.

shit i just thought of something so i’m gonna talk a little more—the opening of 60 is sort of a fun example. their interaction is very short, but shows a lot. dedede and escargoon come into the courtyard with their destroyed car, and dedede shouts for meta knight to get down there and help. sure, it can be read as a nothing command, but it’s also a declaration of ‘this is serious, we need /your/ help because i know you know what you’re doing.’ he doesn’t call for the waddle dees to line up at the gate and prepare to battle, he calls for meta knight’s help specifically. (i’m pretty sure sirica asks about star warriors before blasting them, but i’m not sure she ever says mk’s name. they probably don’t know she’s actively looking for him at this point.)

i wanted to express everyone as having room to change, because that’s part of what the series is about. it’s about love and it’s about change, and even if the anime isn’t so bubbly bright and happy as the games, the anime is about that, too. they all have their own lives and they all have places they’re going, even if we don’t get to see what happens after they get home to dreamland. these aren’t static characters, as simple as they seem. they have history, they’re layered, and yes, they are very, very silly. letting that potential go ignored would be a crime, wouldn’t it?

#asks #borbology #yeah so this got long and rambly which was my intention #however my intention was not the essay-like conclusion. my bad #that just happens whenever i write for too long #long post #uhhh #wwtmk

[winterrrnight]

rafe loves to hear you talk and talk about things you are so passionate about… <3 a rafe x reader blurb <3 cw: reader is chatty and rambl-y and is insecure about it, in this scenario reader is extremely passionate about japanese legends, lovesick rafe + casually dominant rafe, intentional lower case <3 just something for me to post after a small break as I work on other projects <3 for @zyafics who is one of the biggest reasons I am feeling motivated to write again <3

“oh here’s another one I read about yesterday!” you say excitedly as rafe squeezes your intertwined hands, smiling at you.

“mhm go on,” he smiles as you both continue to walk on the sidewalk, the full moon shining bright down at the two of you.

“this one is about the red thread of fate, this thread connects two soulmates,” you smile at him. he looks at you with his eyebrows slightly raised.

“connects two soulmates?” he echoes, and you nod.

“yeah,” you say. “it’s said there is a man who lives on the moon who comes to earth to show people their futures and who they’ll end up with. he does that with the help of the red thread of fate. he ties this invisible red thread between the two people who are meant to be together. this thread can tangle over the huge distance between the two people, it can stretch, but it will never ever break, and it will always tighten to bring those two people together.

“it also talks about the existence of a red pencil which can trace this invisible red thread, and this pencil gets shorter with its usage.

“oh and, this thread is always tied between the pinkies of the two people. that is because it was discovered a long time ago that our heart is connected to our pinky finger by an artery, which is now called the ‘ulnar artery’. this artery carries oxygenated blood from our heart to our pinky. so, in a way, our heart is directly linked to our pinkies via this artery, so when we make a pinky promise, we are basically connecting our hearts while making the promise. and that is why the invisible red thread of fate is also connecting our pinkies, because it is basically connecting the hearts of the soulmates, and–”

you take a look to your left at rafe, who’s looking down at the sidewalk as you both walk. you got so absorbed in talking you don’t even know if he is still listening or if he has tuned you out. honestly, who can blame him? since you keep on talking too much, anyone would quickly tune you out.

“oh god i’m doing it again aren’t i?” you say nervously as you stop in your tracks on the sidewalk, causing rafe to stop too. he eyes you with furrowed brows and creases on his forehead.

the actual truth is, rafe was thinking about tying a red thread to your pinkies when you both get home, his mind racing on where he can actually find some red thread in his house.

“doing what?” rafe asks softly.

“the, the ramble thing, where i just talk and talk till my mouth falls off,” you sigh, looking down. “I do that way too much, i don’t even know if you want to hear it or not but I just start speaking with no seeming end to my talk whatsoever, and you have to force yourself to listen to it because you got stuck being my boyfriend. and then i just keep on talking without thinking, it’s like my mouth has a mind of its own, I really should start to think–”

you are immediately cut off with rafe’s lips on yours, your eyes widening as you try to adjust to what is happening. rafe’s free hand comes to rest on your cheek to pull you even closer into the kiss, and your eyes flutter shut, letting you get lost in the feeling of him.

rafe gently pulls apart from the kiss, his eyes barely open as he gazes down at you.

“listen to me…” he says softly. “you don’t talk too much. I love hearing you talk. I love the cute expressions you make when you talk about things you are passionate about. I love how much knowledge you have about them and how you want to share it with me. I love the shine in your eyes when you start to talk, and the shine is even brighter under the moonlight. never ever apologize for talking too much because I won’t hear it, and you’ll only end up getting kissed by me each time. you get it?”

you look up in rafe’s eyes with a stunned expression. for the first ever time, you are at a loss of words, and all you can do is nod.

he smiles softly at you, as his thumb caresses your cheek. “words, baby, you hear me?” he says softly.

“yeah…” you let out. “I hear you,”

“good,” he mumbles. “never apologize again, okay?”

“okay,” you whisper.

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and tugs on your hand gently, both of you now walking again. “come on, continue what you were saying,” he says, urging you to continue about the legend you were talking about.

you nod as you clear your throat before resuming to tell him more, this time not allowing even a single thought to let you stop as the stream of words spills from your lips, and rafe only listens in awe, loving hearing what it is you have to tell him.

#hi hi here's a new blurb :) #hope you all like!! <3 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #written by edith! 🪄

[velvetmud]

omg could i request a combo of ¹⁴⁾ tipsy sex & ⁴²⁾ breeding kink ?

yeeeeeessssss omg these are both my favs🥴🥴🥴🥴

warning(s): explicit 18+ daddy kink, nicknames, dirty talk, breeding kink, alcohol, filth

Rubber

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“That’s it. Take your seat, girl,” Joel slurs his affirmation, lying back so loosely and uncharacteristically worry-free and relaxed right behind you, teasing you with the shapes he draws with his fingers on the surface of your naked back.

“No protection, no pills,” he marvels, trailing his middle finger over to the hood of your clit. Rubbing. Swirling so delicately that your hips can’t help but start to buck. “Just this,” he taps the lips of your pussy with the mushroom head of his cock. It felt so fucking huge and so smooth it became irresistible to slide yourself up against.

“Let’s breed this little pussy tonight, yeah? Have my cum overflowin’ deep inside, raw,” He emphasizes, as if it were a challenge between his loud gasps and long groans. “Bet you’re ovulating too, baby. Body’s thirsty for this cum. Fuck yeah I know you are, mmmhm. Feel you dripping ‘round this cock for it right now princess—jesus christ.”

His rambling gets put to a hault when your pussy starts hopping up and down on his lap, tipsy and unafraid of going in deep the first thrust. Testing his resistance to fill you up and impregnate you under only thirty seconds.

In a haze, he’s snatching the half finished bottle he left on your nightstand. A shiny glass liquor bottle that you’d both put a good dent in for no particular reason tonight. Maybe it was Joel’s way of unwinding from the stress of his work week, or his incessant need for having drunk sex—but either way you didn’t ask any questions when he poured a pair of shots on the counter, and you were more than on board to get shit faced and fuck him. The electric release of unrelenting tension always bubbling whenever you’re both itching for it.

You knew he had a dirty set goal in mind when he got progressively more chatty and flirty up after some of the strong shots of aged whiskey you’d shared.

His intent was to fuck you, ravage you—this time do it raw without a rubber barrier to block the best sensations, breed you and have you tethered to him for life. You’d admit it out loud if he wants you to, but you know without a doubt he’ll be good to you and your child.

After he guzzles down another long sip of the bronze colored liquor, the burn as it goes down doesn’t even register as he holds on for dear life while your bare pussy uses him, squelches for him. He brings the tip of the bottle around to you, nudging your shoulder with it. You nod without another thought, opening your mouth out to him and wrapping around the mistakably phallic shaped glass. It turns him on impossibly some more just to watch your lips and those eyes, making him give right into the urge to drunkenly bob his hips upwards to shove the girth of his base in.

You feel how engorged he is, comparing all of that to other men whom suffer from infamous ‘whisky dick’ syndrome, which just didn’t fucking happen to men like Joel. Not with his piercing stamina, infinitely quenching his thirst to get off, even if he does have a belly half full of alcohol.

Joel unabashedly moans like a whore and rushes to slam the bottle back down on your night stand, suddenly ready to take on control.

“Who’re you gonna let breed this pussy up, huh mama? Who’s gonna be dicking you down ‘til you’re fucking stupid?”

“You! You, daddy!”

“You promise?”

“F-fuck, I promise daddy, you’re the only one—“

“Mmmhm, that’s right. Daddy’s the only one s’gonna knock you up, gonna make sure n’ knock this pussy up good—”

The clapping of his balls slamming repeatedly against your ass gets drowned out by your screams, your bodies’ precum dribbling down your ass and ringing around Joel’s dick.

“I can’t stop—gonna cum all over you, daddy, ple…. please!”

He bites his lower lip, not changing a thing about the rough tempo of his hips, knowing you love it when he goes deep.

“Of course, get daddy’s dick wet, baby. Yeaaaaah.”

He spanks your ass once, and twice, feeling you clench and pulsate, using his impressive girth like your very own fuckstick and it’s the hottest thing Joel’s ever known.

“Fill it up, daddy, need your cum inside to get me pregnant,” you breathe, drool slowly slipping down the corner of your mouth.

His cock gets drenched in your juices, milky stains trailing down and putting Joel in a frenzy as he nears his orgasmic end.

“I see those legs still shaking, baby, get ready for it. That’s it, mama. Here it comes. M’bout to flood this pussy.”

Joel slams himself in balls deep, bruising your hips and your ass cheeks by the brunt of his force while shudders from the impending high. Can physically feel his balls getting milked while you lay there and take it, absorbing his thick load. Roaring like a man in victory, he fucks his length into you some more. Shooting every drop inside, setting off a primal chain reaction in the both of you while his load paints your every crevice.

His cock is still lodged in you while you both heave and recover from the animalistic burn, shuddering from pure relief of what your bodies were made and born to do.

“Fuck, you’re—that feels perfect mama. Never fucking this sweet pussy with a rubber ever again. Pullin’ out now, better not see a single fucking drip fall out, hear me? Keep those pretty legs pointing up. Let your body do the magic.”

As soon as Joel pulls himself out he’s cupping your pussy with his palm, ensuring nothing will ooze out and go to waste.

“Normally love watchin’ you push it back out f’me, but we’re gonna have to keep it all in this time.”

#joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal #tlou fanfic #ask

[wileys-russo]

face masks and horror films II l.williamson x reader

can’t decide if I love this or I hate this but we do love hopelessly soft girlfriend banter 🫶🏻

face masks and horror films II l.williamson x reader

"jesus babe what the hell is in this? it smells like literal petrol." leahs face twisted into a disgusted grimace as she sniffed the top of the bottle, yanking her head away immediately as you moved the flyaways off of her forehead, tucking them behind her ears and tying her hair back into a loose bun.

today was a day you knew would be nothing short of gut wrenching for your girlfriend, the lionesses world cup squad was to be announced, and leahs name wouldn't be on there.

though she was doing well at hiding how much it obviously hurt, unlike others you were not as easily fooled and knowing the older girl like the back of your hand you saw right through her act.

none the less you were still wanting to respect that the defender clearly didn't want to make much of a fuss over it or even talk about it.

though knowing how much it was actually affecting her you'd used the excuse of being stressed out from your own work load to talk her into an at home pamper day of sorts, with the real intent being to try and take her mind off the squad roster.

you'd been by her side and in her corner every single day since she'd gone down and done her acl, and it had hardly been easy given the your girlfriend was quite honestly one of the most stubborn, independent, strong willed, and sometimes pig headed women you'd ever met, but you loved her dearly for it. 

her burning passion and fierce loyalty made her the perfect leader and the most protective and loving of partners, but it was the moments where her walls were down and she was vulnerable and honest and open with you that really made you fall so deeply for the older girl.

your paths had first crossed at a local park, leah our for a walk with her mum enjoying the rare appearance of sunshine on her day off.

you babysitting your troublesome nephew had hoped some fresh air and a kick around of a ball would help to tire him out, and had promptly whisked him off to the park with you.

you were hopelessly naive though and instead had spent the afternoon tiring yourself out as he ran rings around you, energy supply seemingly endless as he zoomed around the park.

only six years old, tall for his age and far from the most self aware of children with his head in the clouds more often than not. it wasn’t long before he’d quite literally slammed into the back of an unsuspecting leahs legs, taking her down to the ground as he chased after the football you’d toe punted in the wrong direction.

“i’m so incredibly sorry oh my god are you alright??” you’d sprinted over as the girl got to her feet, tailbone throbbing and ready to give a very unimpressed mouthful to the parent of the pocket rocket which had taken her off her feet without so much as a hello.

only the moment her eyes fell to you her mouth dried up, words dying on her lips as any ounce of ill will or anger dissipated. “yeah I’m okay.” leah had managed to stutter out, her mum seeing the slight blush grow on her daughters cheeks and excusing herself with the lie she needed to make a phone call.

“archie oliver green you come here right now and apologise to this poor lady!” you shouted at your nephew as he collected the ball he was chasing in the first place. face paling he scurried over and rambled out an apology toward leah, looking up at you for approval as you nodded, running a hand fondly through his hair before excusing him to continue playing.

you continued to apologise yourself over and over to the unfamiliar blonde who waved you off each time, though after much pestering accepted your offer of buying her a coffee in return for the trouble.

and from the moment you’d teased her for ordering a hot chocolate instead, the rest was history.

"leah you're being ridiculous it literally has no smell." you rolled your eyes, snatching the bottle of face mask mixture back off of your girlfriend and squeezing a small amount of its contents onto your palm. 

"nope, there is no way that's going on my face." leahs hands grabbed at your wrists holding them firmly away from her. the blonde leant back with a determined shake of her head as you again tried to move forward to start applying the charcoal mask to her cheeks, your own already beginning to dry.

"you already agreed!" you protested with a huff trying to pull your hands from her iron clad grip. the two of you stood in the bathroom of your shared north london flat, you had already made quick work of hinting to your girlfriend that a day of self care would really help you get over the stress you were under at work which was a lie. 

and though the idea of caring for you was always a priority in the forefront of leahs mind, a day of skin care and pampering was more to the blondes displeasure.

"well that was before i realised you'd just be slapping mud on my face!" leah argued as you puffed air out of you nose in annoyance, firmly staring the older girl down. "for god sakes leah we just had this discussion, it's not mud!" you groaned loudly as she finally let you go, allowing you to move to wash your hands where the charcoal mixture had already dried on your palm.

"it's good for your skin and you'll feel good once it's done le, i promise." you tried again adding in a charming smile and a tilt of your head as leah simply narrowed her eyes, cute as she found you she wasn't giving in that easily to your demands.

admittedly it normally didn't take much for leah to give in and give you whatever you wanted, hell the blonde defender would spoil you rotten every day if she had the chance. she was always sneaking off to get the dinner bill or paying for activities ahead of time on date nights to stay one step ahead of you, shutting up your whinging about it with a kiss and a mumble of how you deserved it against your lips.

"alright i'll make you a deal." leah started with a deep sigh as you crossed your arms over your chest, begrudgingly nodding for her to continue.

“if I let you put this shit on my face, we're watching a movie of my choice later, no arguments from you at all about what i pick." leah negotiated as your eyes locked, neither of you backing down.

"leah if this is just an excuse for you to make me watch porn with you-" you began as leahs eyes widened at the accusation. "scuse you i'm a good girl i would never do that." the blonde grinned as her hands reached out to ball your top in her fists, tugging you to stand inbetween her legs where she was sat down on the edge of the bath tub.

"thought you wanted to watch game of thrones?" you challenged, your girlfriend having been sure she made it crystal clear that even with your often conflicting schedules neither of you were to watch a single minute of your current shared fixation without the other. 

"changed my mind. we have a deal?" leah raised an eyebrow as her hands wrapped around the back of your legs. her chin came to rest on your stomach, piercing blue eyes staring up toward you as she patiently awaited an answer.

you sighed deeply before nodding, knowing that with all she had going on it really wouldn't be fair of you to deny her just watching a movie of her choosing.

the main turn offs for you only being you knew she would either put on a documentary which was incredibly boring or a horror film, neither of which would be your go to choices.

"look who finally learned what a compromise is." you mumbled under your breath, nudging leah's knees further apart you moved in closer as the english captain pulled her head off your stomach and closed her eyes, hands running absentmindedly up and down your bare sides, you once again squeezing a small amount of the mask mixture onto your hands.

"i would personally say allowing you to hide your face in my chest when we watch a horror film is a very fair compromise my girl." leah stated calmly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

you rolled your eyes in response her words all but confirming you would both be watching something scary later, starting to gently cover her face with the mask mixture, leah tensing a little and gripping to you tighter as the cold cream touched her skin.

"leah williamson, englands new face of chivalry." you sighed sarcastically, squirming as the blonde pinched at her your side for the comment, rather enjoying her easy access to your skin as you were only wearing a pair of her england joggers and a cropped black tank top.

"how long does this have to stay on for?" leah complained almost immediately as you finished, stepping away to wash your hands before stashing the bottle back on the top drawer of your mirrored cabinet.

drying your hands you slipped your phone out of your pocket, snapping a quick picture of leah when the girl wasn't looking and sending it to alex who'd gifted you the bottle of expense face mask cream she'd gotten in one of her many pr packages.

"twenty-ish minutes, come on i'll paint your nails next." you offered, holding your hand out towards the older girl and wiggling your fingers impatiently. "wasn't this pamper day for your benefit baby?" leah chuckled as she grabbed at your hand anyway. "it's for both of us, and looking after you makes me just as happy if not more." you answered sincerely, dipping down to steal a kiss from the blonde whose heart melted at your words.

leah stood from the baths edge and gratefully squeezed your hand, hating how much she truly was whipped over you, forever teased by her friends and team mates about it this was just further proof in the pudding.

"i'd say pick a colour, but..." you grabbed the small bottle of white nail polish knowing better than to offer something more bold, leahs lips curling into a smile as she sat down on your shared bed, tucking one leg underneath her and carefully moving her bandaged leg to lay down flat, still not having the largest range of movement in the new knee.

"oi i've been meaning to ask you, why the hell do we have so many cushions?" leah questioned abruptly with a frown as she moved several off the bed and wiggled herself into a comfortable position as you sat down beside her, urging her to stay still as you began painting the nails on her left hand. 

"decoration? comfort? cause i like them?" you shrugged without looking up, eyes focused sharply on your girlfriends hand determined not to mess anything up.

"you throw them all off when we sleep anyway, I just don't understand it." leah shook her head making you smile though your eyes stayed trained on the task at hand as you bent her head, gently blowing on the wet varnish and warning her not to move her hand until it dried.

"i don't always throw them off." you defended quietly, moving carefully onto leah's other hand and frowning a little when you noticed your girlfriend had once again been chewing on her nails, an anxious habit you thought she'd stopped, but you decided against mentioning it right now.

"we have never slept with them on the bed." leah quickly disagreed, bringing her left hand to her mouth and also gently blowing on the wet nails to help them dry faster

"well you're not always here are you." you mumbled, leah hiding a smile at the thought of her girlfriend using cushions as a replacement for her when away for the night, which though rare did still happen, especially during the WSL season.

"if I could move my face I'd kiss you." leah commented dryly making you laugh, the older girl trying to move her face which had hardened quite significantly from the mask. "that means it's working." you grinned happily, leah now blowing on the nails of her right hand.

"can i do yours now please?" leah asked softly not having much faith she would do a good job but always wanting to give back to you the love you poured endlessly into her.

with a happy nod you stood and picked out a pale purple for your own nails, sitting down cross legged and speaking the blonde through the task, rewarding her with a soft kiss as she finished each nail, the sweet action only spurring her on further.

as leah finished your first hand her phone began to ring, her best friends name flashing on the screen as leah clicked accept and put it on speaker so she could continue. "hi scotty." leah called out, eyes trained down to your hand as you smiled proudly at her obvious efforts.

"how's the face mask going then spock?" alex teased as leahs eyes flickered up to you with an unimpressed glare. "you sent a picture to her? babe!" the blonde groaned as alex laughed, the three of you falling into comfortable conversation.

"what are you both up to tonight then?" alex asked after she'd finished recounting her morning spent rubbing elbows with celebrities at a charity brunch. "self care and pamper night!" leah answered perkily, voice dripping with sarcasm as you shook her head and playfully kicked at her, careful not to touch her bandaged leg.

"we're gonna watch a movie later if you care to come join?" leah offered, finishing up your nails as you beamed proudly and gave her a proper kiss, alex making gagging noises over the call and complaining she didn't call just to hear the two of you make out.

"which movie then?" alex asked once the teasing had died down. "poltergeist." leah announced happily and your eyes almost bugged out of your head at his words, the older blonde looking to you as if challenging you to argue with her choice. "oh pass thanks, joey had nightmares for months when we watched that for the first time as a family."

"months leah!" you turned to your girlfriend with fear stricken eyes who simply shrugged, unbothered. "deals a deal." the blonde smiled smugly, shutting up your further protests with another kiss as alex gagged again and bid you both goodbye, needing to get back to her event.

"right that's twenty minutes, get this crap off my face now please." leahs phone chimed with an alarms, the blonde swinging herself carefully off the bed with a small squeak.

"You set a timer?" you asked in disbelief, following her back to the bathroom. "my face feels like a rock is this going to take my skin off?" leah asked worriedly, looking at herself in the mirror as you rolled your eyes and pushed her to sit back down on the edge of the bath.

"honestly leah and you tell everyone I'm the dramatic one in this relationship."

***

"feels nice doesn't it? told you the mask works." you smiled noticing leah constantly touch at her face fondly, the defender hastily pulling her hands away and flipping her girlfriend off as she clicked on the tv, scrolling through netflix to find what she wanted.

the two of you had ordered a chinese for dinner and with much begging leah had agreed the two of you could watch an episode of game of thrones as you ate, your plan that she would be too invested to want to watch a film after failing miserably as she turned the show off after two episodes and ordered you up to the bedroom.

"come." leah ordered, making grabby hands at you where she lay down already in bed, patting the empty space between her outstretched legs expectantly. "needy." you teased with a cheeky smile as leah pouted, whining that you were taking too long.

despite her sometimes tough exterior the older girl could be incredibly clingy when she was in the right mood, often tiredly demanding you run your hands through her hair and scratch at her back as she laid down on top of you after a hard training, falling asleep with her head tucked into your neck as you mumbled in her ear sweet affirmations of just how much you loved and adored her, and how proud you were of all her achievements.

since her surgery the two of you had been up and down to say the least. some days leah not wanting any sort of coddling or to hear your insistent positive comments that she was doing well, too engrossed in the reality of what her injury was holding her back from to focus on what she was working towards. 

but a few hours of stony silence would pass as you gave her the desired space she needed and afterward the blonde would always come crawling into bed with you, murmuring a sincere apology as she pressed her face into your neck, slowly trailing gentle kisses down the column of your throat, teeth tugging teasingly at your ear lobe before she'd go in for a proper kiss to show how sorry she really was.

"oh wait, lights." leah nodded to the switch near your head as you gave her a look. "you turn it off or I turn it off, it's not staying on. baby girl we never have lights on when we watch a movie, it ruins the atmosphere." leah teased with a grin and you flipped her off without looking and engulfed the room into a soft darkness, padding your way back to the bed purposefully dragging your feet as leah impatiently tutted, huffing dramatically at your antics.

"oh i'll protect you gorgeous." leah mocked as you carefully sat down on the bed and slid your back into her front, mindful of her knee, the defender squeezing your cheeks between her fingers with a coo.

"don't patronise me williamson." you warned seriously, wrenching her hands off and crossing your own over your chest as leah simply chuckled and grabbed the bowl of popcorn, resting it on one of the many cushions scattered around the bed, both of you laying together on top of the covers as it wasn't all that cold. "sorry, y/l/n." leah apologized with an amused smile.

you sighed deeply as the movie began to play and your girlfriends arms snaked around your waist, hands resting on the warm exposed skin of your stomach and rubbing comforting circles into your hips with her slender fingers.

***

normally when the two of you watch a film together one of you would wind up asleep before the end, and it was usually you.

however tonight was far from that. 

the movie had about half an hour left and you were rigidly awake, to the point where leah could feel the muscles in your abs tense every time you would squeeze your eyes closed at something you deemed scary.

much like right now, leah knew there was a jump scare coming and could feel your stomach tense under her fingers as you braced yourself for what was to come. the music shrill and daunting on the screen infront of you, hinting that there was something sinister to follow.

"ah!" leah suddenly yelled, digging her fingers into your sides right before the jump scare when the movie had fallen dead silent. "fucking hell!" you swore, tipping the near empty bowl of popcorn in your lap all over the bed from shock as you jumped half a foot from the false scare, leah's body vibrating behind you as the blonde threw her head back pissing herself at your expense.

"fuck you leah!" you swore again bringing her clenched fist down hard on the blondes bare thigh of her good leg, numbing it with the force of the hit as you yanked your girlfriends arms off of you, moving the now empty bowl out of your way and getting to your feet.

"i'm sorry!" leah managed to choke out between her laughter, now laying down in bed as she held her stomach trying to catch her breath among her howls. "no baby come back please!" leah called out with another laugh as you stepped into the bathroom, making a point to slam the door closed after you to show your displeasure with the blonde.

"no, get away from me." you ordered moodily, sticking your leg out as a barrier as leah joined you and attempted to give you a hug, the older girl smirking at you as she grabbed her own toothbrush, the two of you wordlessly completing your night time routines

"you know you can't stay mad my pretty girl you're far too in love with me." leahs breath was warm on your skin as she wrapped her arms around you from behind once you'd returned to your bedroom, pressing a few apologetic kisses to your neck as always.

"your ego fueled confidence is nauseating." you mumbled with a roll of your eyes but didn't make any move to pull away only making leah smile against your tanned skin. "don't be so stroppy." leah teased quietly, now perfectly painted fingernails tracing patterns on your stomach. 

"don't you want to finish your stupid movie?" you huffed, unwrapping the girls arms from you and moving toward the bed to pick up the few popcorn kernels which had spilled in the bed after your fright, placing the bowl on your dresser to take downstairs tomorrow, not bothered to take the stairs this time of night.

"no I think there's other things I'd much rather do." leah hummed with a suggestive smile. "oh you wish!" you let out a bark of laughter catching on with a shake of your head, getting into bed and indeed throwing the cushions onto the floor.

"not happening leah, go to sleep." you shot your leg up again, foot pressed against the defenders chest as the girl slipped under the covers with you, moving to kneel between your legs and staring down at you with a charmingly cheeky smile.

grabbing her girlfriends leg leah easily pushed it aside, cold hands resting on the younger girls hips as she laid down half on top of you, body slotted between your bare legs, you having changed out of her joggers into a pair of silk pyjama shorts.

"i'm sorry-" leah began to apologise, hands moving to rest either side of her girlfriends face as she laid down more, body pressing against yours beneath her. "-sorry that you are so easy to scare." leah finished after planting a sweet kiss on your lips, you now shoving her off of you with an unimpressed grunt.

"the offer of hiding your face in my chest is still on the table, even without the movie." leah grinned burying her face in your neck, teeth nipping suddenly at the skin as you squirmed. "oh really?" leah smiled in surprise as you quickly moved to sit on top of her, legs resting either side of the blondes hips, once again mindful of her knee.

humming without another word you dipped her head, trailing kisses from the older girls jaw down her neck before bringing your lips together in a proper kiss. and for once you weren't so quick to give over control to the captain laid down under you, your own tongue sliding into her mouth as cold hands trailed up the inside of the light t-shirt that covered her body, pushing it up slightly as her breath hitched.

leah moaned slightly as your knee made its way between her legs, pressing down gently making you smirk against her lips as her hips bucked, the blonde clearly riled up as you'd wanted. "i'm sorry-" you started, whispering in leahs ear softly as her eyes fluttered closed.

"-sorry that this is all you're getting." you finished with a grin, all traces of your touch disappearing from leahs body as you rolled off of her, laying back down in bed facing away from her as the older girl immediately begin to loudly announce her protests, sitting up in bed and glaring down at you as the sound of your laughter now echoed off your bedroom walls.

"you're lucky you're cute." leah grumbled as you smirked up at her, grabbing at the collar of her top and tugging the taller girl back down into your awaiting arms. adjusting her position leah shuffled down the bed slightly, head coming to settle on your chest, her eyes feeling heavy as your fingers weaved their way through her hair, nails scratching at her scalp as you melted into one another's tender touch.

unbeknownst to you leah had known from the moment you suggested the pamper day today what your true motives were, and even more to her surprise it had actually worked and she'd found her mind hadn't even drifted to thoughts of the world cup, spending the majority of her time focused on you and away from her phone.

and the sincerity of your attempted rouse only made the blonde fall even more head over heels in love with you.

#woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt #woso blurbs #leah williamson #fic recs #leah williamson x reader

[natspookie]

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civilian! fem reader x iw!natasha romanoff

summary : natasha takes a leap of faith and tries something new, bringing her someone she would never have fathomed having.

natasha always told herself that if she had the capabilities of doing something herself instead of passing the task off to someone, she would.

wanda found natasha starting intently at a box of blonde hair dye, she had dyed her hair a few times in the red room for missions but she hadn’t dyed her hair since. this was one of the choices she could make herself now.

"why don't you just go to the salon nat? i have a friend at the salon a few blocks from here, make a friend or something and get your hair colored” wanda said, not realizing the depth of natasha’s thoughts.

“maybe” natasha nodded, looking up. “that’s great nat! i’ll text you the details” wanda smiled, going back to her routine.

the next day natasha mustered up the courage to walk to the salon. it wasn’t far at all.

the first thing that caught her attention— rather person, was a y/h/c. you were sitting on the bench right outside of the salon, knee bouncing up and down, head low, long hair flowing till your elbow.

it was an instinct for natasha to walk up to you and ask you how you are. “hey, are you alright?” you looked up and suddenly had a loss of words. natasha’s fiery red hear and green orbs were not a sight to be missed.

“i’ll be alright” you smiled “that’s not the same as being alright” natasha raised a brow “i haven’t gotten my hair cut in 4 years, i’m rethinking if i want to do this.” you bounced your leg again.

“you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable” natasha crouched to your level. “no- um- i have to do this. i need to move on… this sounds ridiculous. i’m sorry, it’s just hair” you chuckled, subconsciously fiddling with your hair.

“no, it’s not ridiculous. i’m.. going through a similar situation now, believe it or not. what do you say we both go in there together? i’ll be here for you and vice versa” the feeling you weren’t alone for once in so long felt so… fluttery. “sure” you said quietly, standing up.

you both were seated beside each other since there were only 2 other customers there. they seemed aware that the black widow was beside them, unlike you.

your hair was washed first while natasha was left in the seat since she was getting her hair dyed, not chopped.

she squeezed your hand as you sat back down beside her. you exhaled as the hair dresser snipped the first part of your hair. it fell to the ground and only then did you realize that this was really happening.

natasha seemed to read your thoughts as she reached over and rubbed her thumb over your knuckles as hair color was being spread across her whole head.

the next thing you knew your hair was now 1/3 of how it used to be, being shoulder length now. natasha’s hair color was being left for 30 minutes and your hair was being dried.

you touched your hair for the first time feeling weird, but natasha being there made you feel better. it was odd, you had just met her and you already felt this sense of safety.

you had finished long before natasha but decided to wait for her, asking her to coffee which she happily accepted.

you smiled at the little smiley in both of your coffees. natasha got to know you more and more as you learned parts of her too. it’s been a while when natasha suddenly asked “do you mind if i ask, what’s the significance of your hair to you? if you don’t want to talk about it, i understand. but everyone’s stories is unique and i’d love to hear yours- sorry i’m rambling” natasha laughed, sipping her coffee

“no i don’t mind. um.. my mom was a hairdresser, only person who has ever cut my hair. she died 4 years ago in the battle of new york, y’know those aliens and stuff? yeah.. i couldn’t bring myself to get it cut until today” you sighed looking out the window.

“the battle of new york?” she gulped, guilt swallowing her as a whole. “yeah, she was trying to help some people get out but didn’t make it herself. she always praised those heroes “ you quietly laughed “what do you think of them?” “heroes? they’re needed, sure, but i feel bad for the weight they have on their shoulders.” you shrugged, looking back at natasha

“i never got your name, in the last 3 hours” you laughed “natasha romanoff” you froze, trying to recall that name wher- natasha romanoff. “oh” you quietly said “yeah, oh.” natasha smiled

“i really enjoyed today with you, sorry for ruining this” natasha said “no! it’s not ruined! sorry for being so stupid. i’m y/n y/l/n” you said when natasha’s phone rang “duty calls” natasha mumbles and takes the call, a few nods here and there.

“well y/n y/l/n i have to go. but, would you maybe want to go out.. on an actual date?” natasha fidgeted with the phone in her hand

“i would love to, natasha romanoff”

that was the moment natasha knew, that date would be the date. the one to change her life.

she was thankful wanda gave her that push and tried some change in her life. but the one thing she never wished to change, was the love you both had for each other.

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #black widow fic

[stxar-pvnk]

Hey, if it's okay to suggest a prompt I maybe had one? Saw Angst and fluff are okay so I would go with fluff for this one. Just a cute scenario that came to me. It's the trope of Tony wanting the kid to call him Tony and not Mr.Stark. He tries different approaches, how to get a simple "Tony" out of Peter but the teen manages to always sneak past his efforts. At one point Tony is feeling lost, asking the kid if "they aren't there yet", when Peter grows all flustered. Tony is unsure what has the kid stumbling over his words, red in the face when Peter tries explaining that "Mr. Stark" is a special name to him, like he looks up to Tony, he's his idol, Mentor and personal Hero and Mr. Stark might be standard for anyone's else but to Peter it just means a lot (sorry this got so long, that wasn't my intention 😅)

This is such a cool idea!! Sorry I made it so late but my brain was stumped on how to make this haha!)

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Peter called criminals lots of names, throwing in witty comebacks as they hurtle bullets or occasionally cars at him.

But the one thing that ticked Tony off was the Mr Stark.

His dad's name was Mr stark. Not him.

Still he couldn't be upset at the kid as, Peter was just a really good kid, his manners were perfect and he always wanted to help people, no wonder he would be respectful to adults names.

A late Wednesday in the lab Peter walks in slinging his bag on the floor and taking a excitable seat next to tony, who was working on his repulsors.

"hey Mr stark! You won't believe what happened at school today! So I was at decathlon practice with MJ and Ned, and flash tried to trip me over but I was like nu-uh and I stepped off and he..maybe accidentally fell back and bumped into a table..but that wasn't my fault! Anyways me and Ned were laughing for-"

Peter paused his rambling at the sight of his mentor staring at him

"Mr stark..?" He asked nervously

"that! Why do you call me that!" Tony jumped up and Peter froze and let out a nervous chuckle, seeming confused.

"that's your name mr stark, getting so old your forgetting?" Peter teased

"oh sassy are we now? You'll lose suit priveliges for a week for that, Mr Parker" tony teased back

"Mr starkkk-"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!.. mostly."

A loud groan was heard out of the younger scientist.

They went on with lab stuff for an hour and half, Peter seeming to forget all about it and Tony?...

Yeah he had another idea.

Throughout next week Tony tried all sorts of things to get Peter to call him tony, just once!

He tried bribing him...

(It didn't work well, Peter felt so guilty he regifted it to tony.)

He tried asking him, himself to call him tony.

"please, kid-" Tony said staring at the kid who was shovelling Cheerios into his mouth so fast he looked like he was going to choke

"no can do!" Peter said with a big grin as milk dribbled off his chin, Tony rolled his eyes wiping it with a tea towel.

He lastly resorted to a cornering.

"Peter Parker please come to the office with your bag, Peter parker to the office with your bag." The microphone sounded to the schools classroom.

Peter froze.

He had just had a meeting for his attendance which he got away with, barely, with a promise of cleaning the library bookshelves.

Being stuck with Mrs larchen in the library was punishment enough.

What could it be this time?

Peter fretted inside his mind as he walked down the halls and turned left into the office. Strangely enough the only administration lady that was there was Mrs Anderson she was gaping at a guy-MR STARK?!

Peters eyes bulged out of his head

"Mr stark what are you doing here? I don't have a doctor's appointment..or..any appointment..do I?"

He questioned tony just chuckled mischievously signing the exit form for peter and leading him out to the car

He hopped in the back with Peter as happy drove a slow and steady space.

"Mr stark? Why did you pull me out of school? Is this for an internship thing? Because I narrowly escaped suspension and instead have to spend 3 weeks cleaning with Mrs larchen who lemme just say isn't the funniest to be around she once was rumoured to be a troll, I mean that wart on her face kinda looks like one but-"

Tony cut Peter off with a bewildered look

"yeah..uh..no it's..what?" Tony stumbled over his words trying to wrap his head around Peters words. He quickly shook it off though and came back to himself

"no, mr parker we're here to discuss something very different." Tony said firmly

Peter swallowed thickly oh no. It's Mr Parker right now..

Tony must've been thinking the same thing because he gave Peter a knowing look.

oh yeah it's Mr Parker right now. Tony's eyes prevailed.

"so..what is it?" Peter rubbed the back of his head anxious to hear Tonys response.

would he be taking the suit off again? Did I do something wrong? Does he not want me around anymore? Have I disappointed him?

Peters mind filled with overthinking the situation that was until Tony broke the tension

"why do you call me Mr stark, Pete. You know my name's tony."

Peter visibly relaxed sagging against the car seat

"oh good it's just a stupid question" Peter breathed in relief.

Tony's eyes went wide as golf balls "stupid?! I want an answer petey pie, right now" Tony said sternly.

Peter rose a brow and saw his mentor/ father figure was being serious.

"thats who you are to me Mr stark.." Peter swallowed as Tony looked at him to continue.

Peter sighed and began elaborating

"you were my inspiration since I was like 6..and then you were ironman..and then you were my mentor. But your also my idol, Mr stark. Because your an amazing person, a hero, one that struggles but never backs down and has always been there for me Mr stark. Like a dad. Your Mr stark. Because you've made it your own. Your my hero Mr stark"

Peter smiled crookedly and the car went quiet.

Peter waited for a reaction out of Tony, anything, a word, a sound, an expression?

Tony just stared

"oh." He breathed out

It all fell into place in his mind.

The word mr stark had so much more meaning now.

"oh Peter-" tony was cut off by Peter hugging him, it was an awkward position while being strapped in but.. it was special in a whole different way.

"yeah..were There." Tony said stroking Peter's hair softly.

#spiderman #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spider son #iron man #irondad things #irondad fic #irondad is underated #irondad and spiderson #mcu marvel avengers #marvel mcu #mcu

[swordsandspectacles]

Things I didn’t expect from Aura’s playthrough; for her to sit up and go “Oh hey there-“ @ Argent

Ramblings under the cut

These were all meant to be longer but I’m still figuring out a lot and - comics aren’t a thing I can really do. I’m learning.

THINGS I LIKE before I start to muse on the nature of Aura’s bisexuality

-Aura’s speed bubbles cut her off from Argent and Ortega. This is ! Intentional. I felt clever about it.

-Light through blinds like cage/prison bars on Aura and Argent, but not Ortega.

- Argents sword at opposite angles to the bridge cables! It’s satisfying. The arm + sword should probably have like a 5° clockwise angle shift though. Argents taking up very little space in the panel but the hand/sword breaks through, she’s so imposing, suddenly, she’s breaking the border, and the bridge cables are sort of like a net around Maneater. The sword + cables behind her also box her in.

Bonus doodle for sticking with me so far

Aura and Argent are both SHORT.

Also argent gets fluffy angry ghibli hair. I think it would be funny if the hair floofed up when angry tho that’s. A bit of a dead giveaway with the nanovores- anyway———

Aura’s having fun.

She’s! A weird character to play. Mel’s a fallen hero original, Matty isn’t but he fits the world well (he’s sort of a refugee from his original setting and likes to pretend he belongs elsewhere. Aura is too (she’s. She’s his mum in basically every other au) but she plays it off better!

So the whole run is a bit more “let’s! Have fun!” Than actually. Honestly building the character thoroughly. It’s an Au of my oldest oc! My favourite girl! Hell yeah!

Plus in superhero universes she’s usually a bit of a superwoman-sort-of-a-vibe so it’s nice to see her with the gloves off being horrible. Because it does come fairly naturally to her.

But yeah! The “Maneater” moniker lends itself to ‘oooo femme fatale’ but she’s equal opportunities on the eating, she’s bi. Generally in a sort of “lmao doesn’t everybody have crushes on other girls though???” Way, she’s sorta clueless. She’s also got a heavy streak of “I’m here for a good time not a long time so I’m gonna take everything going please and thank you veeery much!” By which I mean I think Chen’s the only person she isn’t making a pass at.

She leans more to attraction towards men, but it’d be like 60/40 if I had to put numbers on it. There are universes where she has like two and a half wives, she’s out here vibing.

#fhr #fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero retribution #lady argent #fhr argent #fhr sidestep #sidestep fhr #Ricardo is there in silhouette if you squint #sadbh art #aura cross #wow I’m so sorry I talked. so much. #this isn’t even like good this is my experimental noodly shit #well this was meant to have a transparent bg #and now I feel like a fool #smh

[ovaryacted]

Hey there! I saw that you mentioned writing an analysis on Leon's character, and truthfully i'd personally be really down to read what you have to say about him. There's barely any to go around unfortunately so it's very fun to read what other's take from the games.

Also, the most interesting arc of Leon so far to me has been from 4 remake, would you ever consider doing an analysis on him from that period and how he went through a drastically better development rather than that of OG? (ofc it's just my opinion since i prefer 4 remake version much much more!) either way, would love to see what you got!

Hey anon! I know you sent me this a while ago, and I want to give you a proper answer to this analysis so I will try my best to give you something well thought out because I really loved the direction they took to characterize Leon differently in RE4R. I also apologize if this was long, I tend to ramble lol.

So, we all know that the original RE4 is a cult classic in the horror gaming genre, and rightfully so. Here we see Leon Kennedy as the badass he is, he is capable, witty, and nonetheless different than the rookie we were first introduced to. However, considering the period the game was released in and the intentional perception of Leon Kennedy at that time, Capcom went the route of pleasing the "gaming bro" community to make Leon into something he isn't.

Sure, he's one hell of an agent, he knows what he's doing and quite frankly is probably the only person who is capable of saving Ashley Graham. But in the OG RE4, Capcom does not focus on the trauma that he's carried since RE2, which I also don't blame them for doing. The OG RE4 was released in 2005, of course, they were going to focus on making Leon Kennedy super macho and strong and just overall cool because that is what sells. Not to mention the objectification of Ashley Graham also matches up to the period as well, and that's already a whole other problem with gaming as a whole that is not just reserved to Capcom entirely.

Regardless of that, OG RE4 is still considered one of the best games in the genre. It's timeless, it's fun, and it makes other people appreciate Leon in another light because he is now "cool" enough as an agent that the rest of his experiences don't matter as much.

Now moving on to the RE4 Remake released in 2023, the direction they took in characterizing Leon is more on par with what they've been doing with his character since RE6. One of the biggest gripes I have with Capcom in particular is their lack of character depth when it comes to elaborating on the traumas that each character possesses. They are so busy trying to make these characters killing machines that they leave huge gaps in showcasing their humanity, hence why a lot of the lore involving these characters' pasts is left for consumers to interpret.

In RE6 which came out in 2012, Leon Kennedy often compares the mission in China and what happened at Tall Oaks to Raccoon City, saying how it reminds him of that day before he found himself in this mess fighting bioweapons. The detail might be minuscule, but it gives people the assumption that Raccoon City was in fact traumatizing and left a huge imprint on Leon's character, altering him for the rest of his life. You also see Leon wanting to save as many people as he can with Helena reminding him that they don't have the time or ability to do so. His survivor's guilt and humanity are now considered as parts of his character for probably the first time on screen.

Until then, we didn't really know anything else regarding Leon's experiences until the RE2 Remake came out in 2019, and here the way they characterized Leon changed dramatically. He really is just a guy who came to the wrong place at the wrong time, experiencing horrors unimaginable and miraculously survives with two other people he met less than 24 hours ago. Yeah, I'm sure if you drove into a city and experienced your own personal apocalypse, that is sure to change who you are as a person. Now, the RE2 Remake I think was the first remake that used the new RE Engine seen in RE7 & RE8, and from a gaming perspective, Capcom is now adding the horror aspect back into the RE franchise that was certainly missing.

We don't know what happens to Leon, Claire, and Sherry after the RE2 Remake game ends because they're seen walking into the sunset hand in hand, but the idea is that Claire goes off to look for Chris and leaves Leon and Sherry behind where they are eventually apprehended by the U.S. government. I think it's in Darkside Chronicles where Leon is seen being interrogated by the government and he's blackmailed into military service as a means to protect Sherry because she's infected with the G-Virus.

After that, we know that there are other missions that Leon went on in between that time; Operation Javier being the most prominent one since that happens before RE4 and it's where he's working alongside Krauser. There are of course other animations and movies that are made to show Leon at different points in his life, but we don't know much about Leon and what he's been doing in the new canon timeline until he is re-introduced to us in the RE4 Remake.

At the very start of the game, we get an opening monologue from Leon directly where he mentions that Raccoon City was a day he will never forget, the cop inside him died that day, and shares his frustrations with the government because they left people to die before literally nuking an entire city off the map and not saying anything about it. He also mentions that he was "asked" to join the military and help in this new initiative to destroy BOWs and states that he didn't have much of a choice. Just his training alone was gruesome even if we don't necessarily know what it involved, but it kept his mind off of the trauma and the pain he experienced constantly.

The words that Leon is saying plus the way the camera pans out to show Leon's face for the first time since we've last seen him in a canon game reflects just how much he's been through in that 6/7 year timespan. The details on his facial features are enough to show that he's been through the gutter: he's lost the baby fat in his cheeks (which happens with aging anyway but still), his dark circles are prominent along with his scowl, and he already has wrinkles on his forehead which probably came from stress.

It is very obvious that this is not the same Leon Kennedy that we saw in RE2R and that is done very intentionally. He's an agent now, he has experience under his belt, and just like the OG RE4, he is still badass and capable enough to do this job. The big difference in how Leon is characterized in the remake is his humility is now added as an aspect of who he is.

Despite all of the trauma that Leon has gone through and continues to experience, he still has his humanity attached which is one of the biggest things that make me love his character in particular. He cares, and that's what makes everything hurt for him. In that scene where he finds Ashley in the castle and consoles her, he's telling her the words he wishes someone had told him, reassures her that she is strong and will get through this, and even adds a small smile at the end. Leon isn't this heartless person and his trauma hasn't wiped out any remaining empathy he has left, which the remake captures well.

You also see Leon acting like this when he's next to Luis after Krauser kills him and is still remorseful towards him until death despite knowing that he used to work for Umbrella. And then again after he kills Krauser, someone who trained with him closely and who he thought was dead, he is emotional after using his superior's knife to end his misery despite it being a subtle detail. As you continue to play the game, there these moments in the gameplay where you get bits and pieces of Leon and the kind of person he is, which weren't really there in the original game.

The remake also didn't just highlight Leon's humanity but also changed how the other characters are perceived and added new elements that we could appreciate as consumers. Personally, RE4R is such a phenomenal game because of the changes they made to showcase Leon as a human being who is trapped in the worst possible circumstances one could think of, and it makes me hope that they'll elaborate on his trauma in a RE6 Remake or in other CGI movies.

I also hope that Capcom continues to give their beloved characters more of a spotlight that reflects who they are as people instead of their capacity to be badass agents, but one can only hope, right? I wonder what direction they'll go for the RE5 Remake and how they will change Chris, Sheva, Wesker, and Jill but everything is under speculation so we really won't know until that game drops.

#ovaryacted asks #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #ovaryacted thoughts

[trashmouth-richie]

Modern Eddie x fem!reader —miniseries

Summary: you’re new to Hawkins working as an apprentice at the local tattoo shop and part time at the hospital in administration. You agree to a date with a cute guy at work.

W.C 2.5k

Warnings: NO MINORS 🔞 assault, sexual assault, eventual smut.

PART: 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

“Well bye,” you say half heartedly as you turn to unlock the door to your apartment, fumbling with the key ring as you hurriedly try your stubborn key again in the lock.

“Yeah thanks for paying for dinner, and the movie, sorry I forgot my wallet and my ex gets half of my check for stupid child support.” Jason chides, running a hand through his hair looking at his phone and swiping right on the black glass.

You normally don’t do dates, between working long hours at the tattoo parlor as an apprentice, and part time as a secretary at the hospital, you were busy. But when Jason, the cute Physical Therapist, who wore too much cologne and too much hair gel asked you out on Wednesday to a movie and dinner, you accepted just for something to do. You expected a somewhat decent movie, and maybe dinner at Enzo’s. But what you got was a slasher flick, and dinner was at the newest sports bar, clad with stripper poles and every douche Hawkins could offer. You could get past the scary movie, you liked horror films, preferred them even, but it was the unwanted touch of Jason’s heavy hand on your thigh riding up your skirt that had you start questioning what was happening.

Dinner wasn’t any better, you had already paid for the movie which, fine— you didn’t mind splitting the cost of a first date, but when the bill came after dinner—burgers and cheese balls—and Jason didn’t shift his weight around on the stool to retrieve his wallet, you knew then and there that he had no intentions of actually paying for anything tonight. You listened for two hours about the highs and lows of Jason’s life. From his high school basketball career to marrying his high school girlfriend in college, to her getting knocked up, to him leaving her because she didn’t pay enough attention to him, you had had more than enough for one night.

You thought he would get the hint when you rolled your eyes at everything he had said, you were also only replying with “uh-huh”. Either he was that damn dense or just very unaware that you were not interested in what he was saying, he kept rambling on. You finally grabbed your purse and started heading out the door when he noticed you were gone and fell instep behind you.

The ride home led to even more of a nightmare, instead of bringing you back to your apartment, Jason had driven you to a secluded part of woods surrounding Lover’s Lake. His hands were on you faster than sweat on a sumo wrestler's top lip. He was forcing his mouth on your neck, breath laced with the dizzying smell of too many Jack and Cokes. His hands pulling your hair to get you closer to him but not in a sexy way. You finally managed to tell him that you had to get home to call your police chief dad to check in. It was a lie, the first one you could think of to get Jason’s hands off of you. Your dad wasn’t even a cop but Jason didn’t know that. When he put his truck in park you all but ran to your door. Which led you to this moment right now.

The key finally clicks into the lock and your hand is on the knob turning it sharply when your back is shoved up hard against the concrete wall that makes up the newer construction of your apartment building.

“Where are you running off to honey?” Jason growls, rubbing his hand against your cheek, grabbing your chin and thrusting it up to him, “I know your little story about calling your dad is bullshit, so why are you lying?”

The threatening look in his eyes is scary, he looks deranged, angry that you had turned him down.

“I'm— I’m not lying” your wavering voice giving you away. Your entire body is frozen, ice cold in the bitter October air. “I just want to go inside, by myself.” You were clear with what you wanted, to be left alone.

Jason moves his hips into you as he yanks your hands to your sides pinning you against the wall. “I bet that pretty mouth would look good wrapped around my cock.” Before you can react Jason has you flipped around so your chest is pressed against the cool wall, cheek rubbing roughly onto the stone leaving a rash. His breath is hot against your ear, “Don’t deny that you want this.” Panic settles in your chest and riddles throughout your body. Realization of what is going on finally hits you. He’s not going to stop.

“Jason, no! No! Let me go!” You wiggle your body beneath him and fight like hell to get away from his grip.

Jason grips your skirt and jerks it upward. “Just relax honey, Jason’s got you now.” Tears sting your eyes at the sickening feeling of his hands groping your thighs.

The roar of a motorcycle engine whirls in your ears and screeches to a stop. Jason is continuing his assault on your body, ripping your tights with one hand the other gripping both of your hands behind your back. You were helpless against him. He was stronger and taller, and you were about to fall victim to him and probably not even the first one. “No! Get off! Jason, leave me alone!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jason shouts above your head. The sound of his zipper being undone rings like satanic bells in your ears.

“Hey!” A loud voice bellers out, you hear heavy boots running towards you as Jason’s head is smashed into the concrete above you. Blood from his nose drips onto your forehead as he is suddenly grabbed like a rag doll and thrown off of you. “If I see you here again I’ll fucking kill you! Get outta here!”

You slide down against the concrete and hold your knees to your chest, sobs rack your body as you shake uncontrollably.

“A-Are okay? Did he hurt you?” The once booming voice of the man who saved you is now gentle, coaxing a reply as you hear him lower down squatting to your level. The sound of chains jingling and keys being shoved into leather, are muffled against your crying. “It’s okay, he’s gone, I promise, let me help you inside.”

Still afraid to look up, you open your eyes and see large hands reaching out to you. You had seen the rings before, but couldn’t place them. Your eyes lift slowly as you see the concerned gaze plastered on the face of one of Pete’s clients. You didn’t know his name, but that face haunted your dreams.

He was in the shop almost weekly whether he was shooting the shit with Pete or adding to the sleeves he had on both arms, he was a frequent flier. Always smiling that big beautiful toothy grin, his wild hair shaking when he laughed at Pete’s ridiculous jokes. He was handsome beyond belief, but after training with Pete one day and watching in awe at his slightly muscular chest, you saw a woman’s name tattooed above his heart, “Chrissy”.

His eyes are warm and inviting as he stares curiously into yours. You place your hands into his and he pulls you up gently. Finding your keys on the ground and opening your door, he helps you inside. Avoiding touching you in fear of triggering you, he keeps his distance, arms hovering above you as if you’d fall backwards at any second. “Is there uh, anyone I should call? Cops? A friend, your parents?” You walk achingly to your bathroom and shut the door quietly, throwing your purse onto the counter and looking into the mirror, a shell of yourself looking back.

“No” you mutter out weakly as you start the shower water. You hurriedly undress and throw your clothes into a pile, later to be thrown away. All you need right now is to get the feeling of Jason’s hands off of you. The water in the shower is scalding, damn near intolerable. You step into the burning abyss and let the water trickle down your face, blending in with the tears. How could you be so stupid to go on a date with him? If you would have said no you could have avoided this entire situation. But being new to Hawkins, you thought it could be fun to meet someone new, maybe even snag a boyfriend. How fucking dumb could you be? You reach around your shower for the pumice stone and scrub your skin harshly, everywhere he had touched you. You scrubbed until your skin was raw, the epidermis scrubbed and scraped until a new baby layer of skin started to appear, like a snake molting.

A soft knock on the bathroom door has you jumping out of your raw skin making you scream.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! I was just checking to see if you’re okay! I’ve seen you at Ace of Spades, you’re Pete’s apprentice right? I’m Eddie if you didn’t know.”

You tell him your name as you turn the water off and step out of the shower on your plush pink bath rug. As you grab your robe off of its hook you notice your wrists have bruises on them from the way Jason held your hands in his tightened threatening grip. You wipe the tears from your eyes and wrap the oversized terry cloth robe against your body. The warm robe gathers you into a hug holding you tightly. You’re exhausted. Mentally and physically.

Opening the door to the large bathroom you are met by Eddie sitting on the floor adjacent to the door. Large hands hanging over his knees as his wrists sit atop them. He stands up and gives you some space.

“I uh— I noticed you have boxes in your living room, are you new to Hawkins?”

“I moved to Hawkins last year after accepting the apprenticeship, but I’m newer to this building.” You say eyes casted downward.

“Me too, uhh new to the building, well it was built last year and I somehow got in so yeah that’s what I mean, I’m —I live here too, across the hall actually.” Eddie says hands motioning to the door, “108.” The apartment building had 8 apartments to one level, they were all outside entry meaning your front door led to the outside. The aroma of French vanilla coffee tingles your nose as you walk out of the bathroom.

“Did you make coffee?” You ask sitting down on the couch.

“Yeah, I did— figured you might want some after, uh- everything.” Eddie says scratching the back of his neck.

He walks into your kitchen and hands you the Beauty and the Beast “Chip” mug you had gotten as a birthday present a few years ago from your parents. “I found some creamer and figured you used it”.

“Thanks” you whisper, clutching the mug with both hands. “for everything.”

“Anytime,” he’s leaning back on your counter facing the living room with his legs crossed as he takes a sip of his own coffee, “since you’re not from Hawkins I should warn you of the creeps around here… Jason is at the top of that list.”

“I wonder why, he seems great.” you deadpan.

Eddie lets out a small laugh and so do you, finding it easier to laugh through the pain than wallowing in it.

You’re about to ask Eddie to come sit with you when his phone rings. “Sorry I gotta take this, hang on.”

You smile and nod slightly to him. You make your way to your bedroom and change into some pajamas, and run a brush through your hair. As you come back to the living room you don’t mean to overhear Eddie’s conversation.

“Yeah I’ll stop by and check it out. Alright, yup, bye” Eddie pockets his phone and looks over to you, giving you a small smile. You slide onto the couch and bundle up in a blanket. You motion for Eddie to sit down and he chooses to throw a black denim clad thigh over the arm of the couch. “Do you want to talk about it? I maybe a shitty barista but I am a good listener.”

You’re twirling small designs into your knees on top of the blankets. You barely know Eddie but he was illuminating such a calm and caring presence that made you feel safe with him being around. “I just— I thought that I could go on this date and possibly meet some new people, I only know a handful of people in Hawkins. I should have known when the girls at the hospital rolled their eyes when he asked me out.” You let out a sigh and throw your head into your knees, “I just didn’t think it would end like— this.”

You cry silently into your knees for awhile until you feel the weight of the couch cushions sag. Eddie is sitting on the couch by your feet, he rubs the top of them reassuringly. “Don’t worry about Jason, I’m gonna stop down to the sheriff's office tomorrow and tell them what I saw. These apartment buildings have security cameras so it will be on there, I’m gonna talk to our building manager and get copies to bring with me.”

You wipe your eyes on the blanket and look at him, “you don’t have to do that.” You say letting out an exasperated breath.

“I know, but I’m going too, that motherfucker is going to pay, it’s like he’s only gotten worse throughout the years.”

“Some people never change.”

“You got that right… so tell me about yoursel—”

Eddie's phone rings again. He begrudgingly takes it out of his pocket and mutters some explicits to himself, “just a sec,” he says as he stands up from the couch walking into the kitchen.

“Hello, yeah, I said I’d look at it later… well fuck I can’t just drop whatever I’m do—.. what does it matter? Fine. Alright fine.”

Eddie shoves his phone into his leather jacket pocket and comes back over to you. “Listen, I uh.. I gotta go. My —friend needs my help with their car. If you need anything I’m just right across the way there. Are you going to be okay tonight?”

His big eyes go wide as he looks into yours. You could melt in that chocolate fountain of Willy Wonka bliss that are his eyes. “Yeah, thanks again for everything— I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here.”

Eddie hides his face with his hair at the small compliment. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“I’ll let you know what happens after the sheriff office stop tomorrow okay? Remember, I’m just over there, stop by anytime.”

He throws you a wink and a short little wave as he exits your apartment.

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@boomhauer @munson-blurbs

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #mechanic!eddie #eddie munson fluff #eddie x chrissy

[laikabu]

okay trans allegory aside the bit about Kabru's name being unknown is definitely referring to his last name. I def don't wanna rain on your parade for the trans coding stuff! That part's fine but every time this gets mentioned it makes people think that Kabru isn't his real name. But the part in the bible where it says unknown for Kabru is the same place other characters' "full" names go which include their surnames/noble houses. I think the wording of the book is just confusing to be fair. Kabru's is like that probably because his mother was disowned when he was born so he had no family name. Thistle's "real name" is actually unknown and the bible makes a difference between that and Kabru's. Again I think using it for trans headcanons is fun and fine but people are really getting confused over something that's not true. And since Kabru's name is one of the few overtly SE Asian-coded things about him I think it's important people know what's canon. Okay thank you sorry for rambling if this was your intention!

oh yeah i deleted it for posterity’s sake, but i just thought it was funny that things line up

i was just under the impression it was fake because he’s the only character named after a real life place. i’m sure it has a diegetic reason but his name is just so peculiar, none of the other characters are named like this. and it’s not unlike kui to give characters completely different names and never explain it. for example, kuro’s actual name is yodan, even though it had no place in the story, and it’s unknown whether mickbell gave him the new name or he chose it for himself at some point

izutsumi, doni and all of shuro’s retainers were never given a last name, but their names are still there in the ‘true name’ section

thistle was the only one with an explanation because his name is a common language name rather than an elvish one.

if kabru’s birth name is really kabru, they’d just put ‘kabru’ in the real name section. it has been proven before that you don’t need a surname, and i think it was left intentionally vague to fit his mysterious/closed off self. you could infer that he simply doesn’t want you to know.

i guess it’s my fault for not elaborating though. i’d like to know your thoughts after reading this. sorry it got too long

also it’s south asia not SE asia

edit: adding onto this, it doesn’t even have to be related to him being trans. it could be his mother gave him a new name for safety reasons when she ran away from their family, it’s just really convenient that it’s a very unisex name

#ask

[silenceinternalmonologue]

Somebody asked me to talk about the misconception that Loki is always trying to kill Thor, so here are some thoughts.

When Loki and Thor are children, Thor is the one who expresses bloodlust: "I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all". We can infer from this scene that Loki was not violent or murderous as a child (unlike a certain scene in Thor: Ragnarok would suggest which, let it be remembered, was completely improvised and therefore not written with Loki's actual character in mind).

Loki never expresses a desire to kill Thor (except on Svartalfheim, and we all know that was a trick).

The closest he comes to this is his command to the Destroyer: "Ensure my brother does not return. Destroy everything." Notice how direct the latter part of the sentence is, while the former is vague and left up to interpretation. This is a partial reach, but I wonder if Loki wouldn't have just told the Destroyer to kill Thor if that's what he really wanted.

Loki had the opportunity to use the Destroyer's death ray on Thor, and he didn't. He chose to slap him instead. Yes, this proved to be nearly fatal, but he could have been much more direct. The Destroyer is a literal killing machine.

Even knowing Thor was mortal, I sincerely doubt Loki believed he would actually die. To Loki, Thor has always been his strong and unbeatable older brother. He has probably seen him mortally wounded hundreds of times and it was probably impossible to imagine him dying from a slap.

Remember that at this point, Loki has no reason to believe that Thor won't try to kill him as soon as he finds out he's Jotun. Thor had been happily killing hundreds of Frost Giants just the week before, and had likely been doing so for the last several hundred years. So even in this "him or me" situation, in the midst of a mental breakdown, moments away from attempting genocide, Loki isn't able to directly attempt to kill Thor.

Loki never even comes close to killing Thor at any other point in the films. They fight on Bifrost, but they're fighting more for control of the mechanism here than with intent to hurt (let alone kill) each other.

In the Avengers, Loki doesn't even pretend to try. He stabs Thor once with a tiny dagger that looks like it affected Thor as much as a bee sting.

In TDW he takes it a step further and sacrifices himself for Thor (or at least tries to). Is the opposite of trying to kill someone trying to die to save them? I feel like it might be.

In Ragnarok he tries to... turn him over to the Grandmaster? I guess? And we get the snake story, but like I already said, that was improv done with no regard for Loki's actual character. And then Loki literally saves the entirety of the Asgardian people and supports Thor becoming king which doesn't seem very murderous to me.

In Infinity War he sacrifices himself for real this time, first throwing away a goddamn INFINITY STONE to tackle Thor to the ground with no thought for his wellbeing and then having the life choked out of him by his greatest fear and tormentor and also oh my god it's been FOUR films since the last time he sort of maybe subjectively tried to kill Thor and he's been actively trying to save him in three of those

This got a bit long and rambly but yeah. No matter how you look at it, Loki's attempt-to-kill-Thor count is either one or zero. That simply doesn't add up to any number high enough to qualify as him "constantly" trying to kill his brother. Also his attempt-to-save-Thor count is by my calculations AT LEAST six, and that's only on-screen and obviously not counting the hundreds of years they spent together before this.

#loki #loki meta #thor ragnarok critical #loki deserves better #loki did nothing wrong #i don't know how people still think of him as a villain #there's a HUGE difference between a villain and a misguided person #loki's mistakes are on a grander scale because he's the prince of a magical alien world where battles are commonplace #but by the standards of his own people his actions are not even *that* bad #not saying he didn't do terrible things #but that's not due to him being a uniquely terrible or villainous person #it's due to his fucked up circumstances and shitty cultural indoctination and years of abuse and THEN familial betrayal on a massive scale #and THEN torture and brainwashing #(because he hadn't already suffered enough ig) #absolutely baffling to me how the average viewer sees him as a villain just because he *checks notes* #wears dark colors has a cryptic way of speaking has strong emotions and did bad things under duress #mainstream audience treatment of loki parallels asgard's treatment of loki #and it's FUCKED UP #anyways

[sirwow]

I think its about time i talk about my internsona more in depth- so a long ramble about Wally under the cut for those who wanna know about him!

Wally Oxie Wornon (yes thats a joke on oxymoron and the initals spelling out WOW like my username) is MSH's local patient-intern. - 5,0 - 18yrs old, Trans n pan, skipped to college after softmore year - Smart but very lazy - Loves to pull pranks on people and make bad jokes to cheer them up. never goes too far with them unless the going too far point is only tolling him - Monotone and sarcastic, cares alot with a heart of gold under it all though. Not willing to worry about himself though - Dislikes authority and being bossed around in general - Despite the fact he was basically pushed into being an intern by Edega, he doesn't mind that much- he was bored anyways - call him a kid and you will be bitten on the spot - if its not a serious situation- runs completely off of cartoon logic So how'd bro even get here??? well originally was just a patient at MSH and went around causing trouble for funzies which made the job of every online intern trying to keep up with him very hard. (this is during act 2 after he had some stress heart issues) Wally eventually ended up back in the hospital during act 5 this time much more long term due to a sudden lung collapse. This is the 17th time hes shown up at the hospital and Edega is sick of having to deal with him so instead Edega gave Wally an easy button when he complained about being bored n told him to go take care of people. so he did. Wally after the fact chilled in his physiotherapy room when off work and wandered around when on work n not having anything to do. Eventually got in the habit of pranking and shooting people with his dart gun. When it comes to other interns- Hes friendly, open, and a bit kinder to younger interns then him or the same age, encouraging them to join in his pranks most the time. (with the acceptation of cold ones) Older interns it's usually more tense and heavy with sarcasm but hes still a prankster to them. Almost never opens up to them about his interests (writing drawing and gaming) and only gets along with ones that go with his shenanigans 100% of the time (or gives him candy) When by himself though Wally tends to watch people veeery intently. Memorizing their schedules and paths, little fidgets, favorite things, and what is ok to prank with and whats not. Can catch people off guard by suddenly appearing in their path at the perfect opportunity where they're distracted n can be spooked to get a laugh for himself. Will also leave gifts around their usual spots n if they leave candy for him anytime then like a fox he'll bring something else they like. So yeah thats all for Wally for now. Goofy goober with a good heart deep down and very smart but he doesn't like being open about either.

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[killmongerskeepermain]

Prompt Request: Hello! You’re such an amazing & talented author! Can I please get #13 angst & #8 fluff for Shuri? Thank you have an amazing day! <3 

Angst #13: “I never meant to hurt you”

Fluff #8: Kissing the crown of the head

You and Shuri had your fair share of fights. But they never got too bad. Not to the point where she actually yelled for you to leave her lab in front of everyone. It shouldn't hurt this much but her words will stick with you for the rest of the night.

"Get out of my lab Y/N. That's an order." She turned away from you and you were taken aback by her tone. 

"Fine then." Without saying another word you tossed your kimoyo bracelet onto the desk on your way out. You left the palace to take a breather before deciding to head to the village to visit a friend. You and Onabi have known each other since middle school. Fast forward you were on her couch having a few glasses of wine just catching up. 

"Honestly I was really surprised you showed up at my doorstep. I haven't seen you since a couple weeks ago." She smiled and you shrugged.

"Shuri and I have been having a couple of issues. She's been busy in her lab and I've felt forgotten but I've also been overbearing about it. It's just. It sucks." You told her and she handed you the bottle. “Remember darling, there’s no excuse for how she treated you, but if you didn’t handle it accordingly, things can get worse. Which is what it sounds like happened.” You poured another glass hating that she was right and she clapped her hands, bracelets clanging together.

"Well let's have some fun. There's going to be a party at this club tonight. You can come and if somehow you and Shuri make up, bring her along. Have some fun, dance on each other and shit." She grinned and you let a smile form on your lips.

"Maybe. When does this party start?" You asked and she checked her watch. 

"In about an hour. Which means you need to get back into the palace and find a cute fit. Maybe talk to your dearest." She raised her eyebrows. "Besides I'm rooting for you two to fix your issues." 

"Me too." You thanked her for the chat as it was good to talk it out rather than having a screaming match with Shuri. You left her place with the intention of going to said party tonight as you walked towards the palace. The walk wasn't long but it gave you time to ponder on the things your friend said. You let out a sigh as you step foot in the palace and beelined for your shared room. There, you started going through your closet to find something cute and simple. You had no one to impress so why go all out? The bedroom door opening caught your attention but you stayed looking at your dresses. 

"Griot told me you had come back." A voice said softly and you let your shoulders fall. "Sthandwa please. Let me make this right." You didn't hear any footsteps so you knew she was keeping her distance. You turned to face her and her eyes were red while her lips turned into a frown. Your heart broke at the sight and you held out your arms welcoming her into your warmth. She didn't hesitate to reach you in a couple of long strides, wrapping her arms around your middle. 

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I came back to apologize but you were gone and I didn't know where you went and-"

"It's alright my love." You told her so she wouldn't continue rambling. "We both had a hand in that argument. I shouldn't have said what I said." You stared down at her before pulling her to her feet with a smile. "Dry those tears. We've been invited to a party." 

You tried to lighten the mood and beamed when you saw a smile make its way to her lips. "Party?"

"Yeah. Onabi invited us after we had a chat. She made me realize that I can be wrong too." You said and Shuri grabbed your face before tilting your head down. She kissed the crown of your head but let her lips linger for a couple of seconds as you held her waist. 

"Then let's get ready my love."

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[mingtinys]

For Lovers Who Hesitate

pairing : jeong yunho x f!reader , (no gendered terms used)

angst , hurt / comfort , bittersweet ending , nonidol!au

warnings : language , mentions of alcohol

word count : 1.7 k

requested ? yes

a/n : this was written with the intention of a f!reader as per the request, but i think i actually ended up writing it without any use of gendered terms

Love, show me love If I can, if I only can I will shine a bright light on you

Yunho loves you. He always has.

He loved you hopelessly through childhood. From the moment you moved in next door to the day you held his hand at your high school graduation.

He loved you unapologetically throughout university. Through all the long nights you spent studying in the library. Through every gross, smelly, frat party he rescued you from after having a little too much to drink. Through his lowest points and his highest moments, his memories are filled with nothing but your comforting words and cheers for his achievements.

When you drunkenly kissed him at Hongjoong's New Year's party, he swore he loved you more than ever.

Yunho loved you selfishly through your first relationship and quietly through your first true heartbreak. He loved you recklessly and impulsively when your lease ended and he suggested you just come live with him. Even if he knew it was a bad idea.

And Yunho, unfortunately, still loves you the night his world crumbles.

You're still drunk, clinging tightly to Yunho as he struggles to hold you upright while fighting with his key and the lock. You groan out something about your head hurting. It makes Yunho laugh.

"Yeah, well that's what you get for challenging Jongho to a drinking contest." Finally, the key slips in and he's able to drag you over the threshold and onto the couch for the time being. "I don't think I've seen you drink that much since our sophomore year."

"I've learned my lesson, now please stop talking so loud," you whine, throwing your arm over your eyes to block out the harsh lights of the living room. Yunho forgoes mentioning that his voice is merely above a whisper and flips off all but the standing lamp in the corner.

"Thank you," you mumble.

"You've got ten minutes here before I'm dragging you to sleep in a real bed." He teases, knowing too well your habit of just knocking out on the couch and waking up the next day with complaints of your neck hurting.

"I really didn't mean to get this drunk, but Jongho just kept going. That guy is insane. You gotta admit though, I held up pretty well there for a while. . ." Yunho takes the end of the couch and lets you ramble. Finding your inability to filter out any thought before it reaches your lips rather entertaining.

"Not to mention I got five–" you hold up your palm with fingers splayed for emphasis –"bucks off of Mingi. Pff, asshole seriously thought I'd tap out after the fifth shot." Yunho bites back a smile, remembering the look on his friend's face as he begrudgingly slapped a five in your palm.

"–And I really just wanted to have one more memorable night with all of you before I leave–"

You keep going, but Yunho feels his world stop on its axis. The words "before I leave" are suspended in the air and making it heavier. He nearly chokes trying to take a breath only to find the air has left his lungs.

"W-What did you say?"

Your words taper out, and you lift your arm to peek an eye out at him. "Wait, which part?"

"What do you mean before you leave, Y/N?" The question comes out more desperate than he intends.

Your head pops up, and Yunho watches realization hit you like a bucket of ice water. Leaving you sober and wide-eyed. "I didn't mean to say that. . ."

Yunho so desperately hopes it was a slip of the tongue. Just your alcohol-laced brain mixing up your words. But the look on your face and the weight in the air snuffs out that last ember of hope. The conversation of what you told him last week about being interviewed for an internship resurfaces. The tab you accidentally left open on your laptop with price estimates for flights to Europe. Yunho can feel every single year of missed opportunities crash down on him in full force all at once. The tears well up in his eyes before he can stop them.

"I um," your voice wavers. "I was going to tell you. I just couldn't find the right time."

You give him a pause to respond, but Yunho doesn't speak. He can't speak.

"Do you remember the internship I applied for? They want me to take up my dream position at their office in France." Yunho's breath hitches at your words. You reach for his hand, taking it in both of yours, but Yunho finds it hard to take comfort in the gesture. "It wouldn't be forever! Three years max, two if it goes really well, then they'd transfer me back to Seoul for a permanent job."

"How long?" When he finally gains the courage to look at you there are glistening streaks down your cheeks. "How long until you have to go?"

"A week."

A week? A fucking week?

Yunho doesn't know how he should feel. Which emotions he should let bubble to the surface and which he should bury deep inside for your sake. Anger. Hurt. Despair. It's all too much.

"I haven't decided yet." It should make Yunho feel better, nothing is set in stone quite yet, but it doesn't. Because he has this sickening feeling you're about to ask him if you should go and he isn't positive he can give you a selfless answer. The answer he knows he should give. The answer that will simultaneously rip his heart into shreds.

So he speaks first, voice quiet and unsure. "It sounds like a really good offer. I'm not sure why you'd say no–"

"I would if you asked me to."

Time freezes the moment those words leave your lips. And it's in that lingering state that Yunho realizes he's waited too long. That maybe, just maybe, this whole time you've loved him just as much as he has you. That all those times he's convinced himself out of saying those three simple words were nothing but opportunities wasted. The regret of never being brave enough, of hesitating for reasons now null, is so overwhelming it nearly drowns him.

Yunho isn't sure if you remember anything you said in the morning. Because you tell him the news again over breakfast and it hurts even worse the second time around. But this time he's prepared, so he slaps on a mask of excitement and holds back the bitter taste on his tongue as he congratulates you.

Even as you ask him that question he's been dreading, he keeps the façade.

"Really? So you think I should take it?"

"It's been your dream since forever, it'd be pretty stupid to pass up something like this."

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Yun, for everything."

In fact, he keeps up the façade of selfless excitement for his best friend until the night before you depart. Until you seek him out in his room just past eleven.

"Could I stay with you tonight?"

What's he gonna do? Say no? When has he ever been able to deny you? So he nods and pats the spot next to him and sits with you until you're ready to talk.

"Nervous for tomorrow?"

You sigh. "Who wouldn't be? I'm leaving everything– everyone I know and love behind."

"Just for two years," Yunho reassures. Though the phrase is more for himself. It brings no comfort.

A silence falls, and in it you’ve drifted closer, knees bumping Yunho's and hand clasped in his. He feels your breath on his face before he registers what's happening. Your fingertips against his jaw, your nose brushing his, his heart violently slamming against his ribs. Yunho can feel every minuscule sensation like a storm brewing on the horizon and it nearly sends him spiraling.

But then, your lips press against his. The bed creaks under your shifting weight. Your touch is anguish and mercy all in one. Yunho's hand finds its place on your hip, anchoring him, and the rainclouds dissipate before they can pour down from above. Parting so that a bright light may shine down on you.

Yunho loves you. Always has. Always will. And as hard as he's tried, for your sake and his, for as long as he has, he can't hold it back anymore. Yunho's resolve is nothing but a shadow of what it once was. Even if you leave, even if you stay; in spite of it all, he will not delay the dream he's dreaming ever again.

"I love you."

For a moment, Yunho isn't sure if the words actually left his tongue. The only indication he has of their existence comes seconds later with a small gasp that leaves your lips as you pull away. Your eyes bore into his like you're searching for something in them. Yunho isn't sure if you ever find whatever it is you're looking for. Or perhaps you do, because your lips part and you whisper that same sentence that can make his heart stop in an instant.

"Tell me to stay. I will."

He wants to. You've no idea how badly he wants to be selfish. To utter that one simple word and have you in his arms forever, here, just like you are now. But he knows he can't.

It's unfair to you. To hold you back from your dream just because he was too cowardly to do something he should have long ago. Because he hesitated for too long. Because he was too stupid to see what was right in front of him all along. So instead, he bookmarks this moment. Takes note of the way you fit in his arms, the warmth of your lips on his, the moment when his heart finally felt full. He jots it all down under the chapter of things to never forget. And when the lingering feeling you leave becomes too much, when his lonely heart can't be soothed, he'll open this page and read it. Over and over. Until the day you return, he'll recite it like a poem.

"I'll wait for you," he says, with more certainty than he's ever felt in his life.

Then, when night comes  We will carve our own secret  I place a bookmark on the night that will become memorable, and open it up without anyone knowing 

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[kitsunefyuu]

I got in an argument with two bkdk shippers AT THE SAME TIME on a thread on twitter and it was just.... DELUSINAL

Sorry if this bothers you, I just need to share this with someone else cuz I'm so shocked after that.... If you don't want to post this then don't.

I thought that I knew how they can be but having a direct confrontation made left me literally SHOCKED because I've never encountered & talked with people so onto something to the point that they misunderstand what they read with their own eyes.

They claimed that Bakugo and Izuku's character developement only happeneds when they are together wich is just SO WRONG. For Bakugo you could argue that it is like that because he learns to calm down and accept other ppl but with Izuku it is clear as hell that it's not the case. Take vigilante deku arc as an exampre, take those last chapters as an example of Izuku's developement that is not done alongside Bakugo's.

But what actually shocked me the most was the "Bakugo saw All Might's vestige so he must be inside ofa" but it didn't go in the direction you might think it went.

Instead of saying that he still has ofa embers left or something the guy who started the thread with their bkdk ramblings said that it was confirmed by Hori that Bakugo has no embers left and that the reason why he can join the vestige realm is because his "feeligs of love" broke the rules of ofa. Wdym broke the rules of ofa you ask? Well he was bringing up the panel in which it was explained Afo's plan to steal ofa by using Tomuras hatred. Yeah. That is how Bkg "broke" ofa's rules. Bc if Afo is "enhanced" by hatred, whatever this means, it has NEVER happened nor implied, then ofa's rule for new users to be passed on/someone to exist in the realm can be affected by love. This was never even implied to be able to happen. It's just bullshit. HE AIN'T COMING BACK THIS ARC LET HIM STAY PASSED OUT WHAT DO U HAVE WITH HIM AND LET IZUKU HAVE CHARACTER DEVELOPEMENT WITH TENKO

I SHOULD'VE SAID THIS TO THEM BUT I DIDN'T CUZ I COULDN'T CONTINUE WRITING TO TWO FRIKIN ANNOYING, DELULU PPL AT THE SAME TIME.

They ended up telling me that I didn't read the manga. Yeah, sure, I didn't read.

Oh and the guy that rambled about bkdk had 'proshipper' in his bio so, yeah, he was already disgusting.

And it seems that the other bkdk's also think the same delusions bc this is what I found on another unrelated post: "Soooo Izuku going to share Explosion Quirk with Kacchan. This really have sense, he losing every Quirk he have but Kacchan went to OFA alive, since Deku will not lose OFA but only OFA quirk he can share Explosion Quirk since Kacchan break OFA rules."

Frickin delusional

Sorry if I bothered you.

And this is why I just avoid talking to BkDk shippers or interacting with anyone on twitter in general. Sorry twitter users I know you need to rely on it but I draw the line at interacting with insane people. You should just block them there no reason to debate them.

On another note, Proshipper was originally meant to just say for shipping. As in leave people alone and let them ship, it other people who turned it into problematic ship. Just wanted to clear that up since it feels like Anti's have took something meant to be about being inclusive into something disgusting, and people with bad intentions ran with it. It sad.

Now back to BkDk, don't worry most of these delusional people aren't going to stay long. With how shallow and delusional their love for the series is they will eventually run out of steam once the series in. That's my hope anyway, love or hate the DFO theory but at the least the people in the fandom are actually talking about the plot and story.

While BkDk are only hyperfocused on their ship to the point of obsession. Ignoring everything that contradicts it like you can enjoy a ship and not be insane about it. I like TdDk but you don't see me trying to twist canon into something unrecognizable for it. As I know it not end game nor is romance even important.

It's a shonen manga first. Romance is not it main goal or purpose, again it's twitter. Just ignore them or block them. They aren't worth your time at ALL, your mental health will thank you for it.

#anti bkdk #Anti bakudeku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yoly's talks #waywardmongergoopzine