#I’ll probably add one when I reblog later

[tommykinard6]

Should I be eating and resting? Yes. Am I? No, so come join me for a dissertation on Tommy Kinard being lonely.

Edit to add a note since I saw a reblog about it: Tommy has no canonical age right now and Lou is 39, 40 later this year, so that is my basis for saying he’s 39.

Now when I say lonely, I don’t mean that he has no one whatsoever. I can picture him going for drinks with his team or having some Muay Thai buddies that he could call up if he really was inclined. Maybe an old army buddy or two.

But there’s something about Tommy that’s just achingly lonely, both when he was at the 118 and now at Harbor.

Tommy had a broken home, or some other kind of unstable childhood. Maybe his parents split, maybe he was mistreated, maybe he was in the system or was passed around family members. Maybe he was isolated as a child because he was a little overweight (I think Lou said something along those lines) and was bullied. I think Tommy didn’t really have any friends until high school, when puberty hit and maybe he started working out and probably joined the football team. I don’t know if anyone remembers what teenage boys are like, but I can imagine they were the same as they are today back in the 90s/early 00’s. Because around this time, Tommy might’ve started to realize that something was very different about him.

Now this isn’t a meta about how I think Tommy dealt with his sexuality (maybe I’ll do one of those later) but I think he never would’ve risked his football friends knowing even if he himself could acknowledge it, which I doubt. So he messed around, got in trouble with these guys, hung out with the bros, and pretended to be interested in girl talk.

Of course, eventually, his buddies all got girlfriends and he was always the odd one out again.

He didn’t do college. The army was his next step. And I feel like this might have been the first time in his life he wasn’t lonely. He’d learned to blend in by this point and he worked with some great people. But as he started making real friends for the first time, he also started losing them as the war tore them away.

Tommy left the army and joined the fire department. There was an aching hole where the camaraderie of the army had filled previously and with no education beyond a high school diploma, Tommy thought the fire department would replicate that. Not the police though. He’d had enough of guns.

(And ohhhh now so many ideas on his thoughts during the sniper)

But he ended up at the 118 and quickly realized that his team had maybe more of a DADT stance than the army. He realized that he had to put on an elaborate act to fool his fellow firefighters, who had more time on their hands and more prejudice they were willing to wield to pick apart his life. Tommy, who maybe had only just started to acknowledge he felt differently about guys with less panic than before, had no choice but to backslide. He acted and acted and crafted a person he wasn’t until the day that maybe he was. Sal was his closest buddy at the 118 and Tommy had no doubt that Sal would be one of the first to make his life hell. Gerrard seemed to look at Tommy as some sort of mentee. Boxed in by two notorious bigots, Tommy had never felt more claustrophobically alone.

Chim was the first one to reach out a hand of friendship, or at least the first one that didn’t come with caution tape, but he was also an “other” and Tommy, who was confused and afraid and had just had his captain call his bluff on his fake girlfriend, lashed out. Then he allowed Chim in and Chim wasn’t interested in being besties but he was a great drinking buddy and movie buddy and Tommy felt safest around him.

Then Hen came and Tommy watched her get the same treatment he was afraid of. Not that he had to worry about the racism, and he was aware of the privilege, but Hen didn’t exactly hide herself and he watched them bully his lesbian coworker. He let himself get pulled into it all and hated himself for it, but was too cowardly to break away from it. He wasn’t sure why Hen had forgiven him, but she became the only other person on shift he felt even a little safe around other than Howie. But then Chimney and Hen became best friends and Tommy fell to the wayside. They still included him, sure, but they were always a pair and there was something there that Tommy didn’t know but longed for. A closeness he’d never felt.

A best friend. A juvenile idea to him, but one he’d never truly had.

Then Gerrard was gone and Sal got transferred and the 118 moved forward under Captain Nash, but Tommy felt left behind, even in what was the most united A shift team yet. Because he was over 30 and was starting to be unable to ignore everything that he’d had to hide under Gerrard, as he no longer had a distraction from it.

He’d been a pilot in the army, so he transferred to Harbor. And Harbor was great. He wasn’t best buds with anyone (he was starting to think that was never in the cards for him) but his team didn’t carry the same baggage that the 118 had.

So Tommy started to come to terms with himself. He started to date for the first time and came out to his team. And he had several boyfriends, but most couldn’t handle the job or his baggage or the desperate need he had to be wanted. His most long term partner cheated and the one he fell hardest for couldn’t deal when Tommy was injured on the job. Even within his own relationships, he felt like he was destined to stand alone.

Tommy was 39 years old and alone, as always, when Chimney walked back into his life, dragging an adorable and also extremely hot blonde and a stoic brunette that radiated ex military in a way only ex military could know. And then Hen was there and they were trying to rescue their captain and his wife and they clearly loved each other fiercely and like family.

And as Tommy listened, flying through the remnants of a cat 5 hurricane, he thought to himself that he should’ve never left. Simply just never found himself if only that meant being part of the family the 118 was now. However, he knew deep down that he still would’ve been alone and on the outside.

And they rescued the survivors and Tommy thought that was it but then Eddie wanted to hang out. And they liked the same things and had similar experiences and Tommy couldn’t help the hope. Because the loneliness had grown stifling and now he could breathe a little. And then Evan, the cute blonde, wanted a tour of the hanger and he thought that maybe he was being hit on.

And then at the end of it all, Tommy was left realizing that he’d wedged himself between two best friends and that was what happened when he allowed himself to hope. So he went to Evan to apologize. He would get Evan and Eddie to talk to each other and then would fade into the background.

But then Evan was sweet and apologetic and told him that he was part of the 118 family simply by helping them. Tommy couldn’t help it. Here he was, at 39, with a little boy still waiting inside of him to be soothed. And Evan was hot and sweet and Tommy couldn’t help himself.

And he really liked Evan. Evan was adorable. But their first date didn’t go as planned and Tommy knew he was already whipped. So he removed himself before someone could get hurt. Evan deserved better and so did he, even if the loneliness was stifling again.

But then Evan texted him and looked at him with sparkling blue eyes over too sweet coffee and wanted him. Him. He wanted Tommy and to have something with Tommy and he wanted him to come to his sister’s wedding with him.

And Tommy looked at him and saw someone who could finally fill the ache he’d felt his whole life. He saw a man who he knew he wanted to take a chance with. All he had to do was jump.

And he did.

And it wasn’t solved, not immediately and never fully. Too many wounds were left gaping for too long to ever heal. But for the first time in his life, at 39, with the 118 surrounding him and Buck as the sunshine at his side, Tommy finally felt at peace.

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[runnning-outof-time]

A Special Woman | Tommy Shelby x Reader (featuring a very special guest)

Request: no - written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s The Grandma Series

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader & a very special guest

Summary: (Y/N)’s big day is made extra special by one of the most important people in her life.

Warnings: none

A/N: ok so there’s a lot of dancing happening here…I didn’t quite mean for it to be such a focal point, but I guess that’s what happens when you write fragments at a time. I hope it’s not overkill for y’all! I also wrote this envisioning it being set in modern times, but it could definitely be read in the PB period as well. Enjoy! :)

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“Darling you look wonderful,” the older woman said to her granddaughter. It was probably the fourth time she’d assured her of it. “Stop fussing with your dress,” she then swatted the younger woman’s hands down.

“But what if it’s…”

“But nothing,” (Y/N) was brushed off yet again, “you’re dress is perfect. You’re perfect,” the older woman said as she moved to stand behind her. “Let me fix the back now.”

(Y/N) conceded, allowing her grandmother to work on getting the back of her dress tightened. She stood still as the buttons and ties were done up, her smile widening with each second that passed. This was really happening…soon enough she’d be married.

Her eyebrows furrowed together at the feeling of something cool being draped around her neck. She looked down and noticed that a small, light blue locket was now resting against her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes immediately as she realized exactly which locket this was.

This locket had been in her family since the day that her grandfather draped it around her grandmother’s neck. Inside of it was still a picture of the couple in their younger days. The love that was present between them in that photo still remained all of these years later. (Y/N) hoped that she’d have a love like that with the man she would soon vow to spend the rest of her life with.

“Gram…” she trailed off, getting choked up as she turned to look at the older woman.

“It’ll be your something blue,” her grandmother smiled back at her, “you wear it beautifully.”

“Thank you for allowing me to wear it,” (Y/N) said, wrapping her arms around the other woman then. “You know it’s always been one of my favorite pieces of yours,” she added once they pulled away from each other.

“Maybe I’ll get you one of your own then,” the older woman thought aloud, “you can add a photo of you and Thomas into it.”

The saying of her fiancé’s name was enough to set off butterflies in the bride-to-be’s stomach. She couldn’t help the little giddy dance she did before her grandmother took hold of her arms and squeezed them gently.

“Everything is ready for you now, (Y/N),” the event coordinator announced as she entered the dressing room.

(Y/N) acknowledged the statement before she turned back to her grandmother. The older woman instantly noticed the fact that nerves were seeping into her granddaughter’s features. She wouldn’t let them take over. “Let’s get you married,” she announced, sqeezing the younger woman’s arms once more before she led her out of the dressing room.

(Y/N) met with her mother and father in the lobby, accepting both of their arms so that they could help walk her down the aisle. She sent one last beaming smile to her grandmother, who waved at her before she entered the main area of the chapel to take her seat.

Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves on the dance floor directly after the wedding party introductions were made. They both knew that they’d share their first dance as a way to kick the reception off into full swing. A little bit of a calm before the storm, (Y/N) was calling it.

She enjoyed being held close by her husband. Even though all of their guests’ eyes were on them, she truly felt like she and Tommy were the only two people in the room.

“I’m happy all of that’s over,” Tommy mumbled into her ear, his cheek pressed against hers as they slowly swayed.

(Y/N) just had to pull her face away to see him clearly, her eyes slightly widened. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy our wedding ceremony, Thomas Shelby?” she asked, feigning shock.

Tommy’s lips tugged up into a smirk upon seeing her expression. “Oh I enjoyed it, love,” he assured her, tilting his head to the side and grimacing slightly before he finished his statement, “the attention of our families, not so much.”

A breath of a laugh left (Y/N)’s lips as she ran her hand down the lapel of his suit jacket. “For a man who thrives off of power and attention I must say that I’m quite surprised to hear that.”

“I would’ve been happy with it being just you and I, eloping and then telling our families after the fact.”

“I don’t think our families would have appreciated that,” she commented with a smile.

“Even better,” he grinned, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.

“Cake time!” (Y/N)’s mother exclaimed, prompting everyone to turn their attention to the newlyweds where they stood by their wedding cake. It was quite simple, a three-tiered cake that had silver and gold accents throughout its floral decorations.

Tommy and (Y/N) took hold of the cutting knife and together cut a piece of the cake from its bottom tier. Tommy held the plate between the two of them after making sure that (Y/N) had a fork.

“Clean or messy?” he asked, his words quiet enough so that only (Y/N) heard them.

“Clean…” she trailed off, raising her eyebrows and sending him a look that he immediately took as something along the lines of ‘messy later’.

“Cheeky,” he commented, winking at her before they both got a forkful of the cake.

“Whenever you’re ready!” her mom called, making the two remember that their party guests were still crowded around them. If there was one thing that (Y/N) and Tommy had down, it was that they were able to make each other feel as though they were the only people in the room.

The room broke out in applause as they cleanly placed the forkful of cake into each others mouth, and (Y/N) was easily able to distinguish Arthur’s wolf whistle amongst the cheers when Tommy leaned in and kissed her.

It was a bit later in the evening when (Y/N) saw that her grandmother was finally free. She’d been playing the role of social butterfly all night, meshing with Tommy’s family naturally. This may be the only time she was alone, so (Y/N) wasn’t going to wait a moment longer. “I’m going to go have a dance with gram, if that’s alright,” she told Tommy, making to leave the small group conversation they’d been pulled into.

“Go ‘head,” Tommy answered, sending her off with a soft smile.

“Shall we dance?” (Y/N) asked her grandmother as she approached her from the side.

“Oh!” the older woman exclaimed, surprised by the sudden voice. Her surprised expression quickly fizzled into a smile when she noticed who was beside her. “Of course, darling,” she hastily agreed, allowing her granddaughter to take her of her hand and lead her onto the dance floor.

“I see that you’re getting along with Tommy’s family fine,” (Y/N) made conversation as they swayed to the soft song.

“Swimmingly,” her grandmother smiled, glancing off to find Tommy, who was now talking with one of his brothers. “He’s good for you, (Y/N),” she added, looking back to her granddaughter.

“He is,” the younger woman agreed, smiling as she also snuck a glance over where her husband was. Her smile widened as she looked at her grandmother once more. “Thank you for all that you’ve done to help me today, gram,” she said.

“I want only the best for my granddaughter,” the older woman responded, her smile matching (Y/N)’s.

The sound of a throat being cleared made them both look to the side. Tommy was standing there, wearing a smile that made butterflies erupt in (Y/N)’s stomach. “May I steal her for a dance?” he asked, not addressing either of the ladies in particular.

“Of course,” (Y/N)’s grandmother immediately answered, stepping to the side so that he be able to take his bride’s hand.

“No, you,” he clarified, holding his hand out to the older woman.

“Really?” surprise was evident in her voice, “what a gentleman he is,” she then said to her granddaughter.

Tommy winked at his bride before he led her grandmother out onto the dance floor.

(Y/N) had to take a moment as she watched them begin to dance slowly. She quickly realized how grateful she was for those two people swaying out on the floor. She was grateful for Tommy; a man who she could love deeply and be loved deeply by. Those outside of their circle may not think that Tommy Shelby was capable of a love like that, but that was the Tommy Shelby that (Y/N) has the pleasure of knowing.

She was also grateful for her grandmother; a woman who was truly the cornerstone of her family. A woman who taught (Y/N) how to be the woman she is take. Her grandmother was truly special, and (Y/N) knew that without her, she wouldn’t know where she’d be.

MASTERLIST

Postnote: it ended rather abruptly there…I didn’t mean for that, but I’ve been hanging onto it for a looong time and wanted it to finally be out in the world. It’s also only loosely edited because…well I wanted to just get it posted already.

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[ily-fictional-women]

Christmas Blues

Summary: Kate’s feeling down but Y/n is gonna do her best to fix that.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add anything let me know

Word count: 1501

a/n: Just something for the Holiday season! (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

With it being the Christmas season Kate and Y/n agreed to have a small date night at Kate’s apartment watching a Christmas movie while cozying up together. Although during the movie the two sit beside each other one of Y/n’s hands on the back of Kate’s head playing with her hair. Typical Kate is one to talk throughout a movie this time she’s quiet, too quiet.

Turing just slightly Y/n looks over at Kate, there’s not even a slight grin on her face. Y/n moves her hand from the back of the girl's head down to the back of her neck, “Hey.” Kate snaps her attention at the sudden change, “Yeah?” Biting the inside of her cheek Y/n tries to find the right words for the moment, “Katie, are you okay? Where’s your head at?”

“What do you mean?” Kate shifts in her seat at the question. Y/n pauses the movie putting her full attention on Kate, “Look, I’ve known and loved you for a while. So I’d like to think I know when you’re stuck in your head. You don’t have to tell her anything but if you want to tell me I wanna know.”

Kate shrugs nervously, “I guess it’s just the Christmas season. Ever since the whole Fisk thing and the thing with my mom going away, it feels like the Holiday season is just a reminder of all the bad instead of the good.” Y/n starts lightly drawing shapes into the back of Kate's neck trying to think of any kind of solution, “Is it being in New York that’s a reminder of it or is it just a feeling in general?”

Kate rests a hand on Y/n’s thigh trying to distract herself from how she was feeling, “Probably a mix of both. But I think being her plays a big part in it. Why?” Y/n shakes her head nonchalantly, “Just trying to figure out how you’re feeling.” As the moment settles down and the movie’s unpaused Y/n interrupts again.

“Do you have any hot cocoa powder?” Kate’s brows furrow for a moment, “No. I don’t think so at least did you want some or something?” Y/n quickly gets up putting a coat on, “Yeah I was thinking of having some. I’ll go out and pick up enough for the both of us.” Both Kate and Lucky turn their heads as Y/n goes for the door. “Did you want me to come with you?” Y/n smiles shaking her head at the question, “No don’t worry. I want you to relax.”

Y/n was going out to get hot cocoa mix but there was also another plan. Making it out of the apartment building Y/n pulls out her phone calling the only person she knew could probably help. “Hey, Clint can we talk?”

There’s some murmurs in the background of the call but they slowly get quieter, “Hey, yeah, Y/n what’s up?”

“It’s Kate, Clint, I’m worried about her. She doesn’t seem like herself. She was talking about how all the Fisk stuff and her mom being locked up was getting to her. But she said it mostly tied to being in New York so I was wondering if we could come over for a little. Mostly so I could see if it would cheer her up.”

“I mean yeah that shouldn’t be a problem I’ma just ask Laura first.” For about two minutes Clint is obviously on mute leaving Y/n standing in the New York snow. The sudden loud background noise shocks Y/n from the cold though, “Okay, Laura said it’s alright. Are you guys gonna be here tomorrow or later?”

“Tomorrow works just fine I’ll get her to pack up tonight.” Right before Y/n’s about to hang up there’s some loud murmuring in the background before she hears Clint’s voice again, “Oh uh Lila said to to pack ugly sweaters. We’re having a contest and Nate is judging.”

“Will do Clint.”

//

Getting back to the apartment Y/n quickly brushes off the excess snow on her coat before hanging it up the small bag of hot cocoa powder in hand. Heating some milk Y/n flops on the couch with Kate, “Soooo. You’re gonna need to pack a bag.” Kate raises an eyebrow cracking a nervous grin, “Why do I need to pack a bag exactly?”

“We're going on a trip to get out of here. You’ll like it I promise.” The confidence in Y/n’s demeanor was just enough to convince Kate to go pack a bag. “Oh wait,” Y/n stops her before she can get too far. “You’re gonna need to pack an ugly sweater.”

//

DAY 1 Making it to the Barton home Kate has a tight grip on Lucky’s leash, or that it is until Clint opens the door to the house bolting in to play with the kids. “Hey, Clint.” Kate opens up her arms to a hug from the older man. Clint looks at the two of you up and down noticing the ugly sweaters. “I see you both dressed up for today.” He examines both sweaters closely, “No offense Y/n but Kate is definitely winning the ugly sweater contest today.”

Y/n looks at the man genuinely shocked, “How?! Mine has Shrek and you said Nate was judging.” Clint looks over at both sweaters again, “No yeah Kate definitely wins. The owl’s eyes are so beady it creeps me out.” Kate smirks to herself, “That’s not the worst of it.” Clicking a button on one of the sleeves of the sweater the eyes of the owl begin to light up.

Letting out the most dad laugh possible Clint looks back at Y/n’s sweater, “Y/n I bet $5 Nate will pick Kate's sweater over your's." Y/n puts out her hand shaking Clint's taking the offer, “You’re on old man. It'll be your Christmas gift to me." Ignoring the old man comment Clint invites the two in to begin the ugly sweater contest.

DAY 1 (NIGHT) Y/n scans the dark living room, “Where are the kids and Laura?” Kate readjusts the blanket she has wrapped around herself sitting in front of the fireplace. “They all went to bed, how was the whole wood-chopping thing with Clint?” Y/n tosses a fresh piece of wood into the fireplace, “Surprisingly boring. Did you guys do anything?”

“We mostly just played some small games Laura found online. But what I want right now is for you to sit with me.” Kate stretches out her arms like a kid wanting to be picked up. Sitting down with Kate Y/n admires the fire for a moment turning over to Kate. “Have you had fun so far?”

Kate’s gaze stays on the fire watching it crackle and burn, “Actually, yeah. I have. I still don’t think it’s fair you won the ugly Christmas sweater contest though.” Y/n fake coughs quietly murmuring, “Sore loser.” Kate quickly flops on top of Y/n with a playful smile, “What did you just say?”

Y/n looked around the room pretending to try and find the answer as she moved her hands to Kate’s hips to make sure she didn’t fall off the couch. “Hmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t say anything! I swear.” Kate leans in a little closer to Y/n’s face, “Really? Because I could have sworn you called me a sore loser.”

Y/n lets out a loud sarcastic gasp, “Me?! I would never!” Kate looks at her questioningly, “Really now?” Y/n smiles cockily, “Nope never! Now how about you lean in just a little bit closer and kiss me so we can go to bed?” Giggling into a kiss Kate agrees ending a blissful night.

DAY 3 (NIGHT) With yesterday being an almost full day of baking cookies everyone was still fairly tired, especially being tired of taking orders from Laura in the kitchen. Because of this, everyone agreed today would be the Christmas movie marathon. First, it started with some of the classics.

You had The Grinch, Home Alone, A Christmas Carol, and so much more. The best part was probably the kids' commentary though Kate especially found it funny that quote “Captain America looked so much like the boy from A Christmas Story”.

Throughout the night it was obvious Kate was becoming happier and happier, especially compared to how she had been feeling before the trip. It was hard for Y/n to not stare at Kate being happy again. It was like she could see a light through her smiles and laugh. A light she hadn’t seen in a while.

Kate leans over to Y/n still intently watching the movie, “Thank you for this trip. I love it. And I love you.” Y/n smiles softly, “I love you most.” This, this moment. It was the only Christmas gift Y/n needed.

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[uchihaharlot]

Hello! I hope you are fine <3🤲💗

I wanted to ask you about some Uchiha HCs as parents (especially Shisui haha). Idk, things like "How they would react if their Y/N told them they were going to be parents" or "How many children would they have if they had them and how would they treat them?"

🥹 mmm Shisui. Yes. 🙌🏻 Since I’m in a fog, I’ll choose Obito and Shisui — I will probably add more later and reblog then. Focusing more on Shisui though.

(I sort of expanded on this a bit. Leading up to birth etc).

Suggestive themes — mostly N/SFW; pregnancy reactions; and some other cute shit idk how to categorize. Ok yea, I went a bit crazy on Shisui, he’s my blorbo.

Obito:

• Even if it’s planned, he’s going to spiral. It worked on the first time? Duh, Uchiha. Really just stupid luck.

• ‘Already?’ — Obito; ‘….I mean…that’s what happens when you have sex..’ — her. She’s so patient though with him.

• Obito will spend the next few days not necessarily moping, but in minor distress. The whole thing about having a baby this soon, even though it was planned. Has really got him thinking.

• ‘I need to get my shit together.’ He’s not wrong, but they’re not in a bad place. All the financial matters were sorted out before she even went off the pill. She’s going to spend a lot of time easing his worries when he should be settling hers.

• He thinks they can’t have sex anymore 😂 ‘I’ll hurt the baby.’ This woman will have to coax him to satisfy her needs and being hormonal, he’s going to get scared and cave.

• Every time she’s sick, he’s sick. lol. Obito is one of those husbands that are sympathy ill when their wife is unwell, pregnant or not. Though the morning sickness he had worse than her.

• When she actually starts showing, the tables are turned. Obito can’t keep his hands off her. This is amazing! ‘I put that in you…’ —🫠 👈🏻 her. Yea, he did, that big dummy stuffed her good.

• When she is too big to do anything for herself, Obito takes center stage in everything. He matured rather quickly, strange how the prospect of becoming a dad alters an individual.

• 😅 Hit it from the back too rough and ultimately the orgasm she had made her go into labor (I know this is false advertisement but it’s Obito, he’s that guy).

• Nearly passes out as his wife is sprawled up on the stirrups, looks anyways and dear lord, ‘are you recording this?’ She says. Yea, he is. Unintentionally the sharingan populates and he might as well.

• Holds his son for the first time and cries. I think most men do, he’s the most precious thing in this world. Obito didn’t think he could ever make up for what he did in the past, but this one human. This tiny, itty bitty baby boy might just be his Hail Mary. That he could even bring something so good into the world makes him soften even more.

Shisui:

• Family man. 100%. They’ve been trying, and it’s not taking. Not because they’re incapable of it, both healthy and young. He’s just so busy. The days they end up trying don’t line up with her cycle and I mean they’re not just going to not have sex. Any chance he gets to put a bit of him and a little Uchiha inside her are precious moments.

• Firm believer in holding her legs up for a half hour 😂 ‘it has to marinate.’ Big eye rolls from his wife, who just lets him do things his way. After a few months, she finally begs him to just take a week off when she’s the most susceptible of his seed taking root.

• The mere idea that she is rearing and ready to go has Shisui taking his wife at the most unexpected of times. Maybe a week off was a good idea. Needless to say, the house chores are piling up. She wasn’t particularly fond of being shoved head first in the dryer either.

• ‘Making baby is the fun part…’ is his excuse when she chides him for it. Dear lord, this man shooting blanks and still trying.

• Then the unimaginable is announced, well not unimaginable but it felt like too long to actually confirm they were successful. Shisui from this point forward makes sure his pregnant wife gets everything she wants and then some.

• There is no shock period. This was all planned, Shisui is eternally grateful that his wife will be ushering their next of kin into the world. All the hard work is on her now and he is going to make sure she is treated like royalty.

• Though he questions some of her cravings, ‘…really? Ok….’ He won’t judge her, but goddamn it’s not something he’d eat.

• Copious amounts of pampering. Spends ridiculous amounts of money to have her swollen feet pedicured once a month, if she doesn’t want that he will do it himself. Her care is nonnegotiable and she is getting big with life inside of her! She needs some reprieve from the constant drain on her body.

• We aren’t even going to lie, they pretty much have sex up until the baby is born, though not like how Obito did. It’s maybe twice a week, which is less often but enough. If she’s not in the mood for it herself, she would offer to relieve him. Though he might feel guilty, so he would just use his mouth in return if she wasn’t opposed to something less invasive on her aching body. She’ll agree, Shisui is talented in those regards.

• She was making tea in the kitchen when her water broke, Shisui was out on a mission!!! She had to get Itachi to send word of bird and less than an hour he’s back. Exhausted and tired, he made it for the birth. He knew that he shouldn’t have taken that mission but she was adamant he do what he felt necessary for their village. Such a understanding woman!

• Is planting kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips whenever she starts pushing. Holds one of her legs when the baby is finally crowning, and watches the miracle of birth. The fruit of their passion and love is wayfered into this big world. So beautiful and precious. A son, I often hc Shisui would name his first son Kagami. (I’m pretty sure the series alluded them being related).

• 🥹🥹🥹🥹 👈🏻 shisui 👉🏻 🥴😴 his wife after labor. He is wholly enamored at the tiny being in his arms. Takes the time to figure out which features their baby got from who. Undoubtedly this kid has his mop head of curls. Her nose and eye color, his eye shape and ears. 100% them.

#shisui headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui uchiha #obito uchiha #uchiha shisui #uchiha obito #uchiha clan #uchiha family

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 30, Epilogue - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 634

Previously On...: You and Bucky are probably going to be okay.

A/N: IT'S OUT EARLY!

This is it! The last chapter! OMG!

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10 Months Later

“I refuse to accept this.”

“Well, unfortunately, Boss, it’s my decision to make, not yours,” you told Tony as you finished stacking up the last of your moving boxes. Sixteen years– almost half of your life, now condensed into neat stacks of cardboard, waiting to be loaded into the van that was waiting downstairs.

“What the hell am I supposed to do without you?” Tony asked, dramatically flinging himself on your now bare mattress. “How am I supposed to survive?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s not like you won’t see me every fucking day, dude,” you admonished him. “I still work here, for fucks’ sake. Besides, you refused to let your realtor show me any place you couldn’t see from your terrace.”

“I thought it would be nice if we could wave to each other during breakfast,” he said, his face drawn into a pout now, “that’s all.”

You sat down next to him and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s time to cut the umbilical cord, Tony,” you said. 

“But you’re still such a kiddo, Kiddo,” he sighed.

“I meant your umbilical cord, Boss,” you laughed. “And who knows? Maybe I’ll try it for a year or two, figure out I absolutely hate it, and come crawling back, begging for my old room.”

“Don’t press your luck,” Tony said, sitting back up. “I’ll probably turn it into a sauna, or an indoor golf simulator as soon as you walk out that door.”

“Ah, there’s the Tony I know and tolerate,” you said with a smile.

“I’m just going to miss having you around,” he said, his voice now laced with sadness. “Sixteen years together– probably the longest stable relationship I’ve ever had. It’s not going to be the same around here without you.”

“I know,” you sighed. “I’m going to miss you, too. But you know I need this. After everything that happened last year with Carthage, and Barnes… me spiraling, losing a baby I didn’t even know about, getting shot, and the… complications; all that shit with Steve. I just think I need a fresh start, some place where I’m not reminded of her every time I walk around a corner. It’s the only way I’m going to truly heal.”

“I told you I’d move you to another floor. Hell, I’ll tear down the entire Tower and start from scratch. We can build a whole new compound Upstate or something. You’d never have to set foot in this hallway again,” he said. And you knew he was telling the truth– there was little Tony wouldn’t do to ensure you were comfortable in your old home, but you couldn’t rely on him forever.

“You’ve saved me so many times already, Boss,” you said, looking back at him fondly, “and you know I’m always going to be thankful for that. But it’s time I started working on saving myself.”

“Well, when you make it sound all empowering and shit,” he began, “I start to feel like a dick for protesting.”

You laughed as your phone beeped. Looking at the message, you told him: “Movers are on the way up. I guess this is really it.” You both stood and embraced, Tony leaning down to speak softly in your ear.

“You know you always have a home here, Kiddo,” he said. “Whenever you need it. Even if it’s just for a night, or if you decide you want to come back for good. Door’s always open.”

“And even if it’s not,” you said as the two of you broke away from one another, “I can always hack the system to break myself in.”

“I’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”

“You think Mr. Mitchell’s still practicing law?” you asked with a grin. “I can definitely afford to have him represent me, now.”

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #mcu bucky barnes #james barnes

[bitciziad]

greasy oiled up bbg || blood CW!

more under the cut!

omfg genuinely this is so embarrassing it completely slipped my mind to add a content warning or another version without blood yall please ignore me LMFAOOO this is what i mean by i’m new to tumblr so expect more clueless moments like this next time AHAHHA

(TYSM @/lewditydegreeblog for adding that one tag in your reblog, i knew i was missing something but i got that gold fish brain)

okay we’re back- the bloody clothes have no context whatsoever i just thought it looked cool cuz i love apocalyptic vibes and i’ll admit, kylar 100% is prepared for it. like a roach. you can’t get rid of him and neither will zombies or aliens or viruses. he has a million hunting knives, pockets galore, literally makes chemical weapons. he better learn to stitch his pants back together though.

ANYWAY BACK WITH MORE KYLARRR, thank y’all sm for the reactions to my last post on him!! i appreciate it a lot holy shit y’all are great and the tags ?? love y’all LMFAO so here’s more as a thanks <3

i got a funny idea for that papa roach thing btw i’ll probably post it later if i can actually do anatomy but yknow that dramatic cliche pose of someone on their knees ripping open their jacket ?? yeah

he’s so cute love u kylar when you’re not trying to stalk ppl (i avoided him for like three months in game time after the halloween event cuz my pc went with whitney IMSORRY)

also you cannot convince me otherwise that the local alley cats don’t absolutely DESPISE his ass, especially in the residential district, those stray alley cats beat kylar’s ass like it’s ON SIGHT any time he tries jumping the gate to and from the orphanage. they got a mark out for him, can smell his garlic ass a mile away. he scrambles, the cats are bailey’s unemployed thugs atp, doing that bastard a favor. idk how to draw cats

ironically except for whitney probably like no wonder why that idiot just hangs out in the alleyways 24/7. doesn’t even love cats he’s just that type of fucker that animals like but who’s he to complain if the random town cats also have a weird funny vendetta against kylar. love you whitney muah, and yes the whitney addition is 100% inspired by one of truthful_lier’s headcanons for whitney on Ao3!! animal magnet tbh i see the vision and i AGREE.

tbh besides the fact it’s just funny as fuck for random alley cats to hiss at kylar and chase him away or scratch him (would be just another reason why he always has scratches on his hands and face too), animals sensing the paranormal or something probably has something to do with it.

like even the animals probably think he’s a garlic smelling weirdo with some “off” vibe that just REEKS of supernatural remnants (his parents ofc) that makes the hair on the back of your neck prickle cuz it’s just an uncomfortable, foreboding feeling that’s just off.

jkjk he’s just getting punked by stray cats for no reason whatsoever. he gets bullied at school and now by the local stray litter shitters just for the hell of it. no context no reason it’s just on sight.

also here’s close ups cuz idk if tumblr ruins quality or not but yeah here’s this sopping wet cat of a guy. ALSO HEAR ME OUT PLEASE- the eye shaped gauges ??? you see where i’m going with this right RIGHT

also pls ignore it if you see me edit the tags they were off center and it bothered me LMFAOO but anyway my interpretation is 100% inspired by yall <3 i love this greasy little rat mf cant believe a p0rn game cured my artblock but idc i love it

#degrees of lewdity #dol fanart #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #dol!hc #-> kinda it’s just funny #binge!myart

[softspiderling]

get like me | j.h.s.

summary: “What’s a pretty boy like him going to do for you hm?” You clenched your teeth at his words. The way he talked about Jake like he wasn’t there just didn’t sit right with you. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, calming you down slightly. or, the one where you defend Jake's honor

pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of violence and a bloody nose

word count: 2,8k

author’s note: this idea came to me in a dream also inspired by that one tik tok trend "talk to me, I talk back", hope you like it and feel free to leave so many comments, or reblog with a simple AHHH! I also wanted to add, that I think it's so funny, that I called it a chaotic hangman fic and everyone and their mother decided it's hangman who's chaotic in this, but instead it's the reader and hangman is just, a very very good boyfriend lmao. BUT I don't want to spoil you in anyway, so happy reading!!

The sun has set quite a while ago and your housewarming party has dwindled to an end. Most of your guests had already left at an appropriate time, and the only people left were the usual ragtag group, seated around the coffee table. Everyone was having their own conversation, but you paused when you heard Callie speak.

“What did you just say?”

“I was talking about my birthday party in two weeks. I’ll probably just do like, a small get together,” Callie said with a shrug and you protested, shaking your head so vehemently that the others grew concerned for you. 

“No. Nope, no way. I am not letting you celebrate your 30th birthday party with a “small get together”,” you argued, quoting the air. “We are going out!”

“Sweets, maybe you should let Halo decide for herself what she wants to do, it is her birthday after all,” Jake interjected and you only clamp his mouth shut with your hand. 

“Callie, Callie, hey Callie, listen to me,” you called her, snapping your fingers at her. 

You realized that you were being a tad obnoxious, but they were used to it. You tended to act like a five year old on a sugar high when you got excited. Jake merely watched in exasperation, with a smile on his face.

“I am listening,” Callie snorted, pushing your hand down gently. 

“What if I told you I could get us in FLUXX?”

Callie’s eyes widened and even some of the guys suddenly seemed interested. You knew this was going to be a cake walk.

“My birthday is in two weeks. If we get on the list, and that’s a big if, their tables have been booked out for at least a month,” Callie pointed out, but you only shrugged with your shoulders. 

“But I am tight with the owner.”

That set of a stream of shouts by everyone.

“Are you serious?”

“I am going to get so drunk.”

“Their DJ always plays dope music, I’ve been wanting to go there for ages!”

“Isn’t that where DiCaprio always goes?”

“I heard that they play their music so loud you can feel it in your chest.”

“Okay, okay, so I guess it’s settled? We’re going to FLUXX for Callie’s birthday?” you asked, before everyone got carried away and the answer was a resounding yes. 

“I do have one condition though,” Callie interjected, and everyone looked at her. “I want to set the dress-code. No jeans,” she said, pointing at Natasha, who only rolled her eyes. “No Hawaiian shirts,” Callie looked pointedly at Rooster, “And no tooth-picks.”

“Aw, come on!” Jake complained, leaning his arms on your shoulders gently. “Tooth-picks are what make my outfits.”

“Birthday girl said no tooth-picks babe, you’ll survive one night,” you needled him, patting his hand consolingly.

“It’s not even her birthday yet,” Jake grumbled under his breath.

///

Two weeks later, you were standing in front of the doors of FLUXX, and when the bouncer undid the velvet rope to let you inside, it felt like stepping into another universe: the music was loud, the lights were bouncing everywhere and there were so many people on the dance floor, it looked like it was just one big mass. The hostess led you to your table and everyone fell into the booth. 

“Alright, let’s go dance,” you said, clapping into your hands but Jake whined, looking up at you. 

“We just sat down,” he pouted, leaning back on the leather couch. “How about we order some drinks first?”

“Oooh, yes, I want one of those sparkly vodka buckets,” Javy said, his eyes glowing as he eyed the table across from you. 

“We literally just pregamed at Rooster’s place,” Natasha pointed out, bouncing on her heels and you linked your arm with hers.

“Fine, you boys can order more drinks, we’re going to dance,” you said, grabbing Callie as well. 

“Be careful!” Jake called after you and you merely threw a love you over your shoulder, dragging Natasha and Callie to the dancefloor. 

It took you a while to weasel your way into the middle of the dance floor, but when you finally managed to find a good spot, you pulled Natasha and Callie close, jumping up and down. It was packed and really really hot, but the smile you all were wearing made it worth it. You knew how exhausting their jobs were and a good night filled with dancing and music was really all they needed to let loose a bit. They all deserved it, especially Callie.

The three of you spent the next half hour or so just dancing around with no exhibitions, trying to get the DJ to play your favorite songs and just acting like complete fools. 

“I think it’s time to do some more shots!” you yelled as the DJ started playing another remix of Despacito.

“I am not doing anymore shots,” Callie said vehemently, but you only shook your head, grabbing her by the shoulders, shaking her.

“You are so doing more shots,” you yelled at her. “It’s your birthday, you can’t be anything less than happy drunk.”

“Yeah, I can definitely remember you promising me to do a tequila shot!” Natasha added and Callie groaned, tipping her head back. 

“Then I definitely need to pee before.”

“I’ll come with.”

“I’ll get the shots!”

Callie and Natasha disappeared into the crowd, while you made your way to the bar, which proved to be way harder than it seemed, but you weren’t surprised. 

“Hey, can I get 12 tequila shots?” 

The bartender gave you a wide eyed look and you waved her off. “Just get me a bottle of tequila with some salt and lime, I am at table 14.”

She gave you a thumbs up and disappeared around back to prepare your order. You stood by the bar, bouncing your head to the music, your fingertips tapping against the counter. When someone came up on the bar next to you, dangerously close, you assumed it was to get the bartender’s attention, however when they suddenly leaned their face into your personal space, you started to get uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, can I help you?”

“An entire bottle of Tequila, hm? What’s the occasion?” A man asked you and you gave him a tight smile, taking a few steps back. 

“My friend is celebrating her birthday.”

He pursed lips in a smile. “Birthday, huh? Sounds fun. I’m Ethan. Any way I could join you?”

“Sorry,” you said, smiling gratefully at the bartender who returned, accepting the Tequila bottle with the bucket of lime slices with the salt shaker and some shot glasses. “It’s friends only.”

With that, you turned your back to him and headed back to your table, shuddering at the encounter. As you arrived at the table, the others cheered at the sight of you, Jake however immediately caught the pinch in your brow. 

“You okay?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you as you dropped in his lap, pushing the Tequila bottle on the table, lining up the shot glasses. 

“Yeah, there was just a creep at the bar. I’m fine, though.”

“Alright, Tequila shots!” Natasha cheered when she returned from the bathroom with Callie in tow, who only looked at the bottle of Tequila with a look of regret. As everyone prepared their salt lines and lime slices, Bradley raised his glass. 

“To Halo. And Y/N for planning this insane birthday party.”

“To Callie!” you whooped and licked the salt, before downing the tequila shot, sucking on the lime afterwards. 

“Still not a fan of tequila shots,” Callie choked, setting the glass down on the table, the birthday crown crooked on her head. “Let’s get back to the dance floor! We didn’t come here to shmooze. And I want everyone shaking their butts!”

With that, the ones who went willingly, dragged the unwilling ones to the dance floor. Even though Jake was digging his heels into the floor, you knew that he was hiding all of his sweet dance moves, not wanting to make a fool out of himself in front of his teammates. At first, Callie walked around in circles, trying to get everyone to dance, but eventually everyone started dancing, even Neil and Brigham.

You didn’t see the team letting loose nearly enough, and watching Jake with his friends dancing like there was no tomorrow, really proved how FLUXX was the best idea for Callie’s birthday. Soon, everyone was cheering Callie on while she completely went insane in your dance circle. 

“That tequila shot really gave her the last push over the edge!” you yelled over to Natasha and she doubled down in laughter before joining Callie in the circle. 

“Hey, you wanna get some air?” Jake whispered in your ear and you nodded, tapping Javy on the shoulder to let him know you’d be outside, before the two of you headed to the outdoor area of FLUXX. 

While it was still warm outside, the air was much clearer and fresh, and you hadn’t even realized how stuffy it was inside. Inhaling deeply, you leaned against the wall, Jake’s hands finding your waist. You looked up at him, grinning. 

“I know you don’t really like to go out clubbing, but it looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself so far.”

“I am. We don’t really go out clubbing as a squadron, it’s nice. It also helps that you’re not the most chaotic one in there.” 

“Oh shut up,” you laughed, swatting his chestly lightly and he only smirked at you, before he leaned down to give you a kiss. He usually didn’t like kissing in public, with him working in the Navy and all and wanting to keep his private life as private as possible, but with all the drinks he’s had, it seemed like he didn’t care. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms splayed across your lower back. After a while, you pulled away, knowing if you continued, you’d do a lot more than kiss. 

“How about we end this party a bit earlier and catch a ride home?” Jake asked lowly and you snorted, shaking your head at him. 

“I am not ditching Callie’s birthday party so we can have sex,” you said with a roll of your eyes, amused. 

“It was worth a try,” Jake sighed, winking at you before lacing his hand with yours. “Come on, let’s head back inside.”

The two of you walked back inside, snaking your way through the crowd, when you caught sight of Javy and Logan at the bar, trying to wave down the bartender unsuccessfully. Seeing you and Jake, Javy flailed his hands, trying to get Jake to come over.

“I’ll-,”Jake said, and you nodded. “Do you need anything?”

“A water would be nice at this point.”

“Smart girl.”

With a peck on your lips, he made his way over to the bar while you returned to your table, where Natasha and Callie were already pouring a new line of Tequila shots,  Bob, Billy and Neil only watching in horror.

“Oh hey, you’re back! We’re doing another round of Tequila shots, you in?”

Bob shook his head at you behind Natasha’s back, but you only sighed, shrugging with your shoulders. 

“Fine, count me in.”

Natasha poured another shot of Tequila, and you handed the lime slices around, when someone walked up to the table and you grimaced. 

“I see you’re doing Tequila shots, any chance I can do a body shot off of you?”

God, men really didn’t know how to take a hint, did they? The guy from the bar, Ethan, stood at your table with two other guys behind him. Everyone exchanged glances and Natasha only pulled a face at the guy, as he obliviously leered at you. 

“No way in hell.”

“Aw, come on baby,” Ethan laughed, stepping closer and you only frowned at him. 

“Back off man, she has a boyfriend.”

“Oh do you?” he said, completely ignoring Natasha. “Well then, I guess I wouldn’t mind some girl on girl action.

What the hell?

You gave Natasha and Callie a look, who looked seconds away from punching the jerk in the face, as the guys only watched, not knowing if or when they should cut in. The tension ebbed slightly when Jake returned with Javy and Logan in tow, looking around with furrowed brows.

“Everything okay?” Jake asked, handing you the water bottle. 

“Yeah, these guys were just leaving,” you said with a smile, leaning into him.

“That your boyfriend?” Ethan asked, looking Jake up and down, Jake merely raised a brow at him. 

“You got a problem with that?”

“What’s a pretty boy like him going to do for you hm?”

You clenched your teeth at his words. The way Ethan talked about Jake like he wasn’t there just didn’t sit right with you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, calming you down slightly.

“I think you should leave, buddy,” Javy said, stepping in as well but Ethan only raised his hands, laughing slightly. 

“I think the lady should maybe spend some time with me, she’ll see that’d give her a much better time than blondie over there.”

It was obvious that the guy was itching for a fight, trying goad Jake into punching him, but Jake never was that kind of man who’d get physical, he’d rather taunt people with words. You, on the other hand, liked to punch people, especially assholes. 

So that was what you did.

Jake was just a second too late to hold you back, and your fist connected with Ethan’s nose, it crunched satisfyingly and he stumbled back into his friends, not having expected the punch. Callie’s jaw dropped and Natasha only snorted, while Jake grabbed you by the waist before you could swing out another time, holding you in place.

“Holy shit!” Reuben exclaimed, and you hadn’t even seen him come back to the table with the others.

“Bitch!” Ethan cursed, holding onto his bloody nose. He lunged forward, but his friends pulled him back, knowing that they couldn’t win a fight against so many people. They muttered between themselves, throwing dirty glances in your direction, before dragging Ethan away, while you only yelled after them. 

“Come back for another taste if you dare!”

Everyone was stunned and Jake bit back a laugh, his grip still tight on you as if he expected you to go after them.

“I think it’s time to go.”

///

It was around noon when you woke up, someone repeatedly slapping your face. Groaning, your eyes fluttered open. Callie was pressed into your side, her hand on your cheek while Natasha was snoring on the other side. You couldn’t quite remember how you got into… Bradley’s bedroom? But you did remember punching that dick in the face, rubbing your sore hand with a grin. 

“Hey guys, wake up. We should make sure that the others are still alive,” you muttered, shoving the other women, only getting whines in response. Dragging them both out of bed, you headed to the living room where the guys had camped out last night, barely awake. 

“Thanks for giving us the bed, Bradley,” you mumbled, squeezing in between him and Jake on the pull-out couch, while Natasha and Callie rolled onto the air mattress, squishing Neil and Brigham.

“As long as you guys didn’t desecrate it with vomit, no problem,” he muttered, burying his face into the pillow. Jake wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss on your head. 

“You sleep okay?”

Nodding, you closed your eyes, laying your head on his chest. “Thanks for tucking me in.”

“Did I imagine things or did Y/N really deck a guy at FLUXX last night?” Billy asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. As everyone started recalling last night's memory, you only rolled your eyes.

"I completely forgot."

“That was awesome.”

“He deserved it,” you muttered and Callie grunted in response. 

“He did. God, what a vile pig.”

Jake rolled his eyes, rubbing your back. “I really can’t take you anywhere, can I?”

“Well, someone had to defend your honor. It wasn’t like you were going to do anything. And I know for a fact that Javy was seconds away from punching him, too.”

“She’s right.”

“You shouldn’t have held her back, Hangman,” Bradley piped in, his face still in the cushions, before turning to look at you. “I wasn’t even there from the beginning, but you definitely should’ve gotten more punches in.”

“Stop enabling her!”

“Please stop yelling,” Logan groaned, pulling the blanket over his head. That seemed to be waking Bradley up, as he pushed his own blankets off, throwing his legs off the couch. 

“Alright, let’s get up, time for breakfast!”

That started a round of scuffle, trying to get everyone to get up while Jake pulled you close once more, kissing your cheek. 

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t like violence, but that guy really pissed me off,” you said quietly and Jake only hummed, combing through your hair with his fingers.

“It’s okay. I like that you’re able to stand up for yourself. And for me, for that matter.”

“It was nice, to be honest. He was so out of line, I hate it when people talk badly about me or you, it just makes me so angry,” you muttered.

“Well, thank you for defending my honor,” Jake chuckled. “You’re my knight in shining armor.”

author's note: 10 points to everyone who can guess who says what when everyone starts talking at once when reader reveals she knows the owner of FLUXX

🏷️list: @luckyladycreator2 // @littlebadariell

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[thefandomenchantress]

Okay so. I’m currently working on a post that has this detail in it, but the post is really long and what I’m sharing now is at the end. And I don’t really expect a lot of people to through what’s probably 1,000+ words to get to it. I talked about it another time, but I don’t think it really got seen because it was a reblog. So I’m sharing it here, because I think it’s actually pretty important and should be talked about.

During Ace’s testimony about David and Arei, Arei says this:

Which makes sense by itself. We the audience know Arei would definitely say that, now that we know what happened in the Infirmary with Eden and Arei.

But remember. This is Ace’s testimony. And, well, there’s something that makes this very suspicious.

Ace doesn’t think Arei wants to change before he gives his testimony.

But he should. If we believe his testimony.

According to him, he heard her say that she wanted to change and “become a good person”. To be like Eden. And yet, he doesn’t believe Eden earlier in the trial when she says that Arei wanted to change, before he hears the story about Eden, Arei, and Arturo.

Which gives us four options, listed from worst to best (based on my opinions of course):

Option 1: The creator made a mistake and forgot Ace was supposed to know about Arei becoming a good person. I hate this answer, it’s such a cop-out. I hate assuming a creator made a mistake just because I don’t understand a piece of evidence or it doesn’t fit with my current view of something. I hesitate to even include this as an option. (This came out a bit aggressive sorry I just got a little passionate).

Option 2: Ace is a dumbass and didn’t remember that Arei said that until he said his testimony. While I don’t really like this one, either, since it’s also just a way of saying it’s irrelevant and doesn’t impact anything, I suppose it does sorta fit with Ace’s ‘act first, think second’ attitude.

Option 3: Ace is the culprit and jumped on the ‘Arei committed suicide’ bandwagon when he saw a chance to avoid most of the trial. I don’t really believe this one, but it is a viable option, I suppose. Though if he was the culprit, I don’t really understand why he wouldn’t share the David secret info immediately just to throw David under the bus and hope everyone voted for him.

Option 4: My personal favorite. Ace lies in his testimony. That’s why the information in it is inaccurate and why it seems like he hastily tried to add in details he recently learned from things like Eden’s testimony without considering the fact that the way he acted earlier wouldn’t make sense if he already overheard things about them. I’ll explain a little further.

The reason I believe this one the most, is also because of David’s reaction to Ace’s testimony.

He doesn’t say “No, Ace is lying” but he also doesn’t say “Yes, Ace is correct and his testimony is true.” Instead, he does something very interesting. He confirms that Arei and him met in the relaxation room…But refuses to admit that Ace is right about the conversation they had. Instead he avoids the question and says he isn’t going to remember anymore.

Which is really weird? Right before this he went on a big speech about just admitting the truth to preserve his pride. And this is backed up later when he refuses to be called the culprit—Well, until he realizes that’s the only way to get the class to realize he’s not the culprit. Or decides he wants to die. And yet, David refuses to say Ace told the truth about his and Arei’s conversation. Which he should be doing! Like I said, he went on a tangent about how he was just going to admit the truth right before this!

Which leads one to believe that Ace told the truth about David and Arei meeting in the relaxation room. But he changed the conversation they had in some way.

I think that’s the most agreeable part of the theory. The most believable, because it has the most evidence backing it up. However, Ace’s reasons for doing what he did, and what he changed in his testimony, are where things get a little messier.

Ace could’ve changed the story so that he could throw David under the bus, since David was trying to throw a bit of suspicion on him beforehand. But that still leaves the question of why. I’m gonna do a bit of repeating from my last theory, just for a little bit. Then we get back to some new stuff.

I’m going to go under the assumption that Ace changed the conversation to be about David’s secret, when in reality it was about something else, since I think that makes the most sense. (I recognize there are probably other avenues one could take, however). But if Ace knew David’s secret without overhearing it, he could’ve just said, “Hey, I know David’s secret, it’s the manipulator one! I know because *insert reasons Arei gave in the flashback, minus seeing it over Whit’s shoulder*” and that would be the end of it.

But Ace didn’t do that. Under this theory, he made up a whole conversation to justify why he knew. And I think it’s pretty simple to see why he did that.

Ace doesn’t want to die.

Ace just almost got murdered. He’s not too eager for that to happen again, so he wants to take all precautions to avoid it. People already don’t like him, so that’s not good. But what happens if people find out he’s observant enough to figure out David’s secret by himself, just from watching David’s behavior throughout the chapter? Currently, everyone thinking he’s an idiot when it comes to basically everything is working in his favor for once, since when trying to get away with murder, you’d probably want to murder the people who could potentially solve it. Not an incompetent asshole who’ll probably just make things easier for you. The only time this doesn’t apply is when the murder is more of a crime of passion, so to speak, like Nico’s. Where they, by their own admission, didn’t even think about the trial before they tried to murder.

So if Ace wants the best chance of avoiding becoming a future victim and revealing David’s secret, he can’t admit he found out on his own…And what better way to circumvent that than pin the blame on someone who’s already dead and can’t object to his story, like Arei? Better yet, he can just use the location and set-up he already saw, just change their conversation so that they said what he wanted!

Do you really think he left his story so open-ended on accident?

He purposely left it up to interpretation as to whether David was actually as evil as the secret says, because Ace himself doesn’t actually know if he is. He gives David the opportunity to reveal that the secret was exaggerated because he has no way of knowing if it is or not. He knows David manipulates people, like how he did so to make sure his real secret wasn’t revealed. But is he truly as pure evil as the secret makes him out to be? Ace doesn’t know.

Also, this line?

“I’m right, aren’t I?” This might be confirmation bias talking, but this just straight-up sounds to me like he’s saying, “I’m right, that is your secret and all those things I had ‘Arei’ say were true, weren’t they?”

Again, this isn’t my strongest point, but Ace in this case wasn’t really ‘right’. If anything, Arei was right because she accused David. Ace would only be right if he figured out his secret, which he didn’t according to his testimony.

But maybe I’m looking into this line too much. “I’m right and what I said happened actually happened” may just be the meaning. Moving on.

(Ace accidentally predicted the Literature Girl Insane video hehe).

With this theory in mind, Ace expected David to explain his behavior a multitude of ways, but completely changing his demeanor and just becoming a major asshole? He did not expect that.

This is on more of a light-hearted note, but:

This scene would be very fitting and kinda hilarious in retrospect if this theory were true. Ace is appalled by J’s comment because the part about him eavesdropping on a conversation was literally the only part of his testimony that was true, yet J finds it the most suspicious. And J’s habit of assuming the worst of people has been used for comedic effect before, so it’s possible.

Anyways, I think that’s all. The first part, about inconsistencies in Ace’s story, is probably the most relevant, and my theorizing afterwards was more so just my opinion on things and what I think happened.

I said I thought people wouldn’t read a long post, so I made a new one…But then the new post turned really long…Whoops.

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #ace markey #david chiem #theory #cw suicidal thoughts #technically? if you count my one mention of david possibly just wanting to die #thank you for listening to my insane rambling for so long #oops forgot arei #arei nageishi #i tried some stuff with colors this time hope you guys liked it

[teecupangel]

Writing this as my pinned post since I have a bit of free time anyway.

Introduction:

Hi. You can call me teecup or angel. This is primarily my AC and writing tumblr blog.

I post my fics in AO3 as teecup_angel.

I also have this tumblr blog that’s mostly me reblogging other stuff and very rarely I post something personal, I guess.

I have a twitter too but I haven’t used it in… I wanna say nearing a year? Maybe??? Yeeaaahhhh…

I’m currently writing fics for Assassin’s Creed and my primary focus is Desmond Miles because he deserves better.

Warnings:

I will pair Desmond with anyone (and I mean anyone) and my OTP is AltDes. I also do write gen so if you want to look at my tumblr but you don’t ship Desmond with any of his ancestors, I suggest blocking the following tags (altdes, ezides, condes, haydes, eddes). I also use those tags even when it’s just hinted at just to be safe.

While I cannot stop any minor from looking at this blog, please note that this may contain nsfw posts and I curse like a repressed catholic who was not allowed to curse when they were young. Also, I use 'dumbass' affectionately.

For Asks and Requests:

My ask box is open for nonnies and I try to answer every ask I get unless they specify that they want to keep it private.

Also, if you left me a suggestion or request in AO3, I do try to keep notes of them.

If you do request something or just leave me a plot idea, the most you’ll get from me would be a rambling of how it could work and possible subplots we can add to it. I tend to write whatever strikes my fancy and I’m hesitant in posting too many wips in AO3. Here on tumblr though… short fic and drabbles galore. The only reason why I wouldn’t answer your ask is if I couldn’t get to it in time as I allot a specific time for all asks and reblogs I get. If you don’t see it answered, it only means I’ll get to it next time.

I'm also fine with anyone using any of the posts/fic here or in AO3 to write or draw something as long as the post is linked and I'm informed :)

Also, you can request any crossover ideas with Assassin’s Creed and I’ll find a way to kick Desmond into it. I am a big believer of Desmond is the ultimate isekai protagonist. XD

Concerning the tags of this tumblr:

I got lazy later on in tagging posts I reblog (mostly fanworks from other people) but:

Any ask I answer will have the tag: #ask and answer or #submission for long asks.

Any fic idea I write will have the tag: #teecup writes/has a plot or/and #fic idea: assassin's creed (note: this one usually does not get used for any reblogs with additional ideas so I guess check the reblogs and the replies? This also sometimes does not get used if I'm butting in on other people's posts because it kinda feels wrong to add it? I know I should add a different tag for that but we'll see if I do down the line XD)

Headcanons and analysis (they're sometimes the same???) have #teecup analyze more than necessary and/or #headcanon: assassin's creed

Sometimes I make edits with varying success of humor: #teecup edits (sometimes I do screw up use '#teecup edit' instead XD)

I also draw rarely: #teecup draws

AO3 Stuff:

At the moment (and this part will be updated if necessary), the following have a weekly Monday update:

Eagle of Alamut (Desmond gets thrown back to 12th century Jerusalem in his 16-year-old body, endgame: AltDes)

I also sometimes suddenly post sometimes 2 or 3 more fics all at the same time and it’s kinda my modus operandi to 'coincide' it with important AC dates.

(Also, for those asking me if I need a beta, yeah, most probably but then I would be obligated to remove the "No Beta We Die Like Desmond" tag and the tag is too funny for me to give it up. XD I'd appreciate any comments that tell me if I've written something wrong though, especially the non-English words I sometimes use.)

#this will be the pinned post #introduction #i guess #it's a long one though XD

[daddyy333]

Touch Starved | Joseph Quinn x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 0.4k

warnings: joe is touch starved, ?

summary: touch starved Joe

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you said, sitting down next to him. It was the first table read for Stranger Things 4 and he was quite nervous about it. He smiled a little and said “Joe. Well, Joseph”

You smiled a little too and looked over as the duffer brothers walked in. It went well, and everyone got to know each other a little by the end of it. You all stood up to say your goodbyes and when Joe put his hand out to shake yours, you hugged him instead.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger,” you said and he chuckled. He initially tended up, but quickly wrapped his arms around you too for a moment. You pulled away, said goodbye, leaving the room and leaving him breathless.

He felt so many butterflies in his stomach, no one had ever done that to him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you on the way home, and spent hours debating on whether or not to text you which he ended up not doing.

When filming started not long after, you greeted him with a hug and you two were having your hair and makeup done at the same time which meant you were hanging out in the same trailer. He couldn’t stop blushing, especially when you two were heading to set and you fixed the wig and brushed some powder off his jacket.

He really hoped you would hug him again when you two parted ways, and you did. “See you later, Joey,” you said as you pulled away and he blushed. You had a nickname for him.

You two quickly got very close and 3 months later you kissed him, neither of you in costume or even on set. It only got even more intense from there, you were constantly all over him and it made him so flustered.

“God, you always turn into a tomato every time I touch you” you said and he bit his lip nervously. He chuckled and said “sorry I just…no one’s ever really been like this to me” “oh…I’m sorry,” you said and pulled back.

He quickly pulled you close again and said “no, no don’t apologize I just…it’s new to me, all this affection and stuff. I like it, I promise, actually I love it” You smiled and kissed him softly, smiling at his rosy cheeks.

“Guess you're just a little touch starved then?” You asked and he shrugged. He kissed you again and said “I don’t know what that is but probably,” you both giggled and he hugged you tighter, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

Taglist: @kellysimagines @readsalot73

As of now I’m writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

#stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joey quinn

[professional-benaddict]

my part 18🖤

part 17 in the reblog by @winterspiderpurrs 🖤🖤

It is Tony.

“Jesus! Do you mind?” Peter yelps, using his hands to hide his privates.

The hot water is fogging up the shower walls, but not enough to hide Peter completely from where Tony is standing in the doorway.

“No, I don’t. It’s quite the view.”

“Tony, please… I’ll be out in a minute.” The nurse pleads.

Tony shrugs one shoulder and turns slowly to leave the bathroom. He doesn’t close the door behind him, which annoys Peter a bit. He tries to hurry, keeping his back turned to the door as he washes himself.

A few minutes later, Peter turns off the shower and grabs his towel. Damn, he forgot to bring his change of clothes into the bathroom. He will have to walk out into the bedroom in just a towel, where Tony is probably waiting.

“Fuck it…” Peter mutters, doing exactly that.

And just like he thought, Tony is sat on his bed, looking out the window. He turns to look when Peter enters though, studying the young man up and down.

“I heard you got some time off. Went to the gym with Steve, right?”

“Did you get the full report from him?” Peter asks, his tone flat while he looks for a t-shirt, boxer briefs and pants.

“Just some.” Tony smiles. “He said you pulled a muscle.”

“Yeah, nothing too bad.” Peter says, getting dressed. He buttons up his pants, then finally turns to face Tony. The man has a pleased look on his face. It makes Peter flush. “Is there something you wanted?”

“No, nothing.” Tony shrugs. “Just wanted to check how you were doing. I have lots of pain meds, if you’d like some. Other stuff too.”

Peter pretends to be busy with folding his towel, so as not to meet Tony’s eyes. Why is it that everyone is insisting Peter participate in this all of a sudden?

“You’ve never tried anything, is that it?” Tony adds, humming. “I mean, this is the best place to do it though. Got plenty of experienced guys around, and a surgeon downstairs.”

“It’s just a pulled muscle. I’ll be fine, thanks.” Peter insists, heading back into the bathroom to put away his towel. When he comes back out, he walks speedily by Tony. “If there’s nothing else, then I’ll be off.”

Peter doesn’t know where he is going, but luckily he doesn’t hear Tony following him. However, eight quick paws start to follow him, and Peter feels both Diablo and Rogue’s wet noses on his hands as he walks.

“Don’t tell me you guys take drugs too.” Peter whispers to the dogs, huffing.

#my prompts #starkerstrange

[sugarsweets9987]

So, fun fact about DJ Octavio that you all probably knew or already realized. He never uncrosses those front two tentacles. Even when knocked out of the Octobot King and flailing around on the ground, or dancing to the Calamari Inkantation, they’re still crossed. It’s a strange, yet interesting detail that I feel is quite intriguing despite it probably not being anything significant

Image collection of this detail under “read more”

(OG Splatoon - Octavio’s poses dancing to the Calamari Inkantation and knocked out of the Octobot King; via the ever wonderful and useful Inkipedia since I do not yet own the original Splatoon game or a capture card to get these myself)

(Splatoon 2 - personal screenshots I have saved of Octavio that once again show his tentacles crossed and, though not on hand, I can reblog with an image of him knocked out of the Octobot King in Splatoon 2 later if you all want)

(Splatoon 3 - more personal screenshots of Octavio - both in and knocked out of the Octobot King. Can add video showing him flailing as well for both 2 and 3. Can also get proof for the Mr. Grizz fight but I’d have to replay that section [or you could...yknow...watch the fight on youtube if you really wanna double check it])

I swear, if someone can find me one instance in the games where his front two tentacles are not crossed, I’ll be IMMENSELY impressed. I am also open to being shown manga panels where he doesn’t have those tentacles crossed if any exist!

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #dj octavio #this is just really fascinating to me as someone who only recently got into the splatoon games #octavio is probably my favorite character so i've taken a deep interest in all his little quirks and stuff #like how the voice in the original I Am Octavio that can be heard is much lighter than his own voice or the one in the F34RME remix #i wonder if that was his voice when he was younger... #meh just my own personal musings don't mind these tags too much

[northoftheroad]

In light of the bs that was this issue of Beast World, would it be possible to maybe ask for a compilation of all the times Dick was very much against the government, just you know, when he basically said "F*ck the government" ??

Ah, I’ve heard of it but I’m not reading Beast World. (The art looks gorgeous, though! So I’ll probably get around to it sooner or later.) Anyway, this is not my forte, I’m afraid. These are the only panels I can think of, and it’s not only about government but also about getting money from big corporations. (It’s to be noted that Roy is portrayed as a lot more open to external funding, and he was a government agent for a time.)

New Titans #101

New Titans # 114

Outsiders vol 3 #1

Titans - Young Justice - Graduation day #1

And here is one time when the NTT worked with government people, including Roy… NTT vol 1 # 27.

There’s also all these other universes/possible futures where Dick has become Mayor, Police commissioner, been in the military, a lawyer etc, so I don’t think you can say it’s consistant that he would refuse to work with the authorities. Ask them to go to hell if he’s angry, ok, and have a healthy dose of distrust, but not that he’d refuse to have anything to do with them 🤷‍♀️

If anyone knows more examples that are relevant for this discussion, please do add and reblog!

#dick grayson #nightwing #robin

[sawyersorbet]

Just remembered that my previous post about my Obey Me Madoka Magica AU won’t show up in the tags cause its a reblog . So I'm copy pasting it here so it shows up.

Total Word Count: 702

SPOILERS for Madoka Magica and Rebellion

Notes; I'm not really a writer so this isn't worded great, My MC uses primarily he/him so that's how I will be referring to him. This will be expanded on more later.

This AU somewhat follows the story beats of Madoka Magica and Rebellion, with some changes. Theres also a few elements taken from Magia Record.

Roles;

The demon brothers (And Lilith but we’ll get to that) take the role of Madoka. In every timeline they either die fighting Walpurgisnacht, or some other way.

MC takes the role of Homura, giving up his soul to wish for the ability to go back in time to try and save everyone over and over.

Lilith also technically takes the role of Madoka, however in a different way. After around 300 or so timelines of reliving the same time frame over and over, MC attempts to go back even further to try and convince Lilith not to try and save her lover. This back fires when she wishes to save them with Kyubey, turning them into a magical duo. In the final timeline; Lilith wishes to become the Law of Cycles, erasing her from everyone’s memory except MC’s.

(I have some ocs that take the role of the rest of the Holy quintet and Nagisa, but i’ll save them for later since they’re a little underdeveloped.)

Story Things;

The main plot is mostly the same. Walpurgisnacht is discovered in the devildom and causes havoc; Diavolo, Barbatos, the brothers, Solomon, and MC try to scope out what’s happening and help the residents of the area. The Brothers attempt to fight Walpurgisnacht directly and lose, ending with their deaths and the reason MC makes his wish.

Kyubey shows up and turns MC into a magical boy via MC (unknowingly) trading his soul for his wish. As mentioned above MC goes through a lot of timelines to try and save them, failing everytime. Normal Madoka Magica stuff really.

I sort of have the story separated into 4 main sections, with a Pre-Canon story and a Post-Canon story.

Phase 1 - The Beginning

Phase 2 - The Mid Point

Phase 3 - Witch (MC realizes that he’s a witch and the resulting consequences of that.)

Phase 4 - Labyrinth (After MC pulls Lilith (Law of Cycles) back into existence and becomes the Concept of Evil, he traps the world in a Labyrinth where he no longer exists to make sure everyone is happy.)

As for the Pre and Post canon stories, i have those labeled currently as Scene 0 and Scene END.

Scene 0 takes place in between seasons 1 and 2 of the OG game, but with the focus on MC’s teammates and what they were up to prior to his wish.

Scene END takes place after the end of Phase 4, when MC is “defeated” and everyone is free of the labyrinth. (Obviously the movie Walpurgisnacht Rising isn’t out at the time of this post, so i will probably add another phase to the story for the events in that.) Scene END follows Lilith as the protagonist as she begins to fade from existence (as she is the law of cycles and shouldn’t exist to anyone else) so she seeks out help from MC to be able to stay with her brothers and everyone else.

Other Notes;

In reference to the “MC being beheaded” thing, to signify the (sort of) destruction of his labyrinth he’s put to the guillotine by his familiars. This doesn’t kill him obviously, at this point in the story he would be a literal Concept. However; that doesn’t mean he can’t feel pain. (no matter how hard he tries to pretend nothing affects him anymore.)

For the Kyubey thing; MC forces Kyubey into a human ish form when Kyubey is in the labyrinth. While MC cannot be seen or heard by anyone (minus Lilith but only occasionally) Kyubey essentially acts as MC’s way of making sure people don’t mess with his plans, although Kyubey is doing this against his will.

One smaller thing about concept MC; he can physically never stop smiling. Ever. He’s forced to smile through everything after becoming a concept. Mainly cause i felt like it and i thought it would be even more fun to play around with his expressions this way.

Okay that's everything for now. Again once I flesh out MC’s teammates more I'll make another post for them.

#💧 - sawyer speaks #I have so many thoughts about this au #so here are some of them ! #i've gotten started on designing MC's outfits #hoping to get started on the others if motivation works in my favor. #obey me #madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica

[nekoannie-chan]

Secrets Chapter 23: Hallucinations

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1256 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: Hallucinations.

A/N: After long time working on this longfic, I finally post it. If you wanna be added to the taglist, let me know.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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Secrets masterlist.

Previous chapter.

Next chapter.

Unknown location.

Kathleen was sitting in a waiting room, curiosity gnawed at her, why had Hill asked her to go to his office by herself, was she going to be sent on a secret mission or something?

A few minutes later she was already inside the office, sitting in front of Maria, although she was beginning to suspect, maybe it wasn't a bad idea to read the woman's mind.

“ Would you like some candy? “Maria offered Kath.

“Thank you," Kath took one and blinked at the candy, immediately recognizing the wrapper. They're the kind Agent Coulson used to give me when I was a kid," she commented, Maria smiled and Kath began to eat it.

“I suppose you're wondering why I sent it to you, aren't you? “asked Hill.

“If so, I don't think it's just to talk, or am I wrong? “Kath replied.

“Well, you know that you are one of the few agents he really trusts, you also know that he has several projects, well, there is something you should know, but not the others, this is going to be kept secret," he continued and Kath looked at her expectantly.

Suddenly Kath tensed up it could not be true what she perceived did not make sense inside the shadows a familiar figure appeared for a moment she thought she was dreaming and at any moment she would wake up but it was not so she was awake when the figure approached towards the light she could not believe it she started to choke with the candy

“Co-Coulson," she stammered, "It's not possible, I saw you die, I was late and I couldn't cure you, how is it that you are here and alive? I don't understand anything, nothing makes sense, I'm sure it's a dream and when I wake up I'll be in my bed and-and everything is a dream because it's not possible that this is happening, surely my head is playing tricks on me or I'm probably hallucinating because of the overwork “she said to herself; Maria and Phil looked at each other, they didn't expect that reaction, although Maria had to admit she had also been surprised when she found out what had happened.

“No, I'm alive here, I only died for a few minutes and then the medical team did their job to bring me back to life," explained the agent, Kath looked at him for a few minutes trying to process everything that was happening.

“ When are the others going to find out? This they need to know, they were very bad after… after what happened in the Helicarrier “she felt anxious, and she dug her nails into the palms of her hands to make sure it wasn't a dream or a hallucination.

“They won't find out, this must be kept secret as I told you before," said Maria.

“ But why if agent Coulson is a big part of the team? “She looked at both of them, she didn't quite understand why they didn't want to tell the others, for a moment she felt like when she was a child.

“There are several procedures that must be kept secret for security reasons," Hill explained, Kath nodded pretending to understand even though she didn't really understand anything.

“I have been assigned to lead another team and you must be on your best behavior and carry on with the plans as before," Phil asked her.

Kathleen had returned to the Triskelion, she was still in shock because of what had happened a few hours before, when she was about to enter she thought she saw someone she had not seen for years, according to her, that person had already left.

“ Agent May! “she called her several times as she followed her as fast as she could when she reached a corner she turned around without finding the agent.

She sighed in frustration, something was wrong with her, she had had several hallucinations lately, most of the times they were with people that no longer existed, plus the nightmares and adding what had happened a few hours before she was more than sure she would ask for a vacation, she really needed it before going crazy and losing all control, she was on her way back to her office without paying attention to her surroundings when she collided against something or rather against someone and ended up on the floor.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn't see where I was going," she apologized trying to get up when she felt strong arms stop her.

“ Didn't I hurt you? “asked the Commander, concerned when he saw her disoriented.

“I'm fine, I've just had a strange day, didn't you see someone walking around here? “Kath blinked several times; she was still not processing everything that had happened.

“ Did the hallucinations come back too? “Brock grabbed her by the shoulders to see her face, "Did you take your medication? “He questioned her, and you could really hear the concern in his voice.

“It's been years since I took them, I felt slower, I just have a lot of work, Brockie, it's nothing to worry about," she smiled at him to look more credible, "well, what happened? Because I don't think you came just to say hello.

“ Are you going to the opening of the exhibition? “she tilted her head uncertainly; she didn't know what exhibition he was talking about. Haven't you seen the mail with the announcement? “She shook her head; she had just arrived at the facilities and had not checked her mail from the organization at any time.

“ Won't you come with me? “asked Steve, appearing behind the other two, referring to the exhibition. And could you also help me on Saturday with the move? “he asked with a smile.

“She's going with me and Saturday is busy," answered Rumlow instead of Kath and she looked at him surprised, she didn't even know she had plans herself.

Brock and Steve started to argue, the Commander sometimes believed that the Captain abused Kath's kindness and Steve believed the same about Brock.

“ Is Agent May still retired? “He asked the air suddenly without paying attention to the discussion of the others.

“ The cavalry? “answered Brock, Kath nodded while Steve looked at them without understanding, he didn't know who they were talking about. Yes, she's been retired for a while now...

“ So who are you going with? “Kath opened her mouth to answer when Fury appeared.

“Everyone's presence at the Smithsonian opening is mandatory, Stark invested heavily in that exhibit," Fury ordered, leaving the three perplexed.

“I think that's the answer," answered Kathleen with irony, she probably did sleep well, that night everything would be back to normal in her head. And if I'll help you on Saturday Steve, if none of them has a problem, Brock could also come," he commented trying to make it look like they were all getting along in front of Nick.

“Yeah, I guess so," Steve said resignedly.

“I just remembered that I have something to do that day," Brock replied to get out of the way.

“ With Rollins? “She enjoyed putting them on the spot in front of Fury since it seemed to be the only way for the pair to get along to lead the STRIKE team.

“Yeah, I forgot, he's busy," Brock rolled his eyes.

"I'll just say, Blake," Brock told her mind knowing she would read his mind and Kath gave him an innocent smile.

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[About Blog]

- This is my Transformers fan blog! I usually just draw and write and that’s about it. Considering I have trouble getting new ideas in my noggin I decided to open REQUESTS and ASKS. But I’ll only be taking a few at time—you know the whole OPEN and CLOSED signs will be very prominent. This’ll go for both drawing and writing stuff.

There’s probably going to be more stuff to add on to this so make sure to see if I updated anything important on here like DNI or ASKS and REQUESTS.

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[DNI]

- Homophobic -

- Transphobic -

- TERFs -

- Sexist -

- Racist -

- NSFW -

- Proshipper -

- Ableist -

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[ASKS]

1) Can Accept

- Pretty much anything that doesn’t make me uncomfortable. And I can be slow when it comes to checking my inbox so if you like what I do here, you might have to be a little patient. I like it when people just come by to say hi or compliment my work, so don’t be afraid to do so. You don’t need to feel obligated to spare my feelings too, I can take criticism when I need it.

2) Won’t Accept

- AGAIN! NOTHING CREEPY! Don’t ask me about personal stuff please, I’ll update small bits on how I’m doing, don’t be pushy. And don’t send me random links without context or at least a small description, it gives off creepy vibes.

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[Fandoms]

- Transformers: Rescue Bots : Good God, this show was like the very first layer of my TF hyper fixation—not my biggest fixation just my first.

- Transformers: Rescue Bots Academy : THIS SHOW is my biggest fixation it’s so cute and wholesome and clever and fun it is such a good show I love the characters so much.

- Transformers: Cyberverse : PLEASE—this show is AWESOME, I praise it for the characters, the story, the character designs, the animation, the EVERYTHING(this is where I personally think Soundrod first originated).

- Transformers: Robots In Disguise 2015 : Hear me out, this show is actually kinda funny in a non-ironic way I promise, and the designs aren’t half bad.

- Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye : I have read zero TF MTMTE and I never plan to because I would actually die from dehydration after crying so long; but the fandom makes me laugh and I like the art.

- Transformers: Lost Light : Again I have read zero Lost Light comics and I don’t plan on it; because I feel like I know enough just from the memes.

- Transformers: Animated : This show SHOULD be more popular, and it’s the main reason I have my artstyle today (and please don’t bully me but when I found out my fave characters dies I stopped watching….. like immediately………. I didn’t finish season one).

- Transformers: Earthspark : This show, oh my god, I have a love-dread relationship with it; it has so much care-free positivity, an adorable group of characters, nice designs with world-building being amazing so far, but I know for a fact it will destroy me sooner or later. P.S. it already has

- Transformers: Botbots : This. This…. Where do I begin; oh right, literally the TF fandom parody—like I know for a fact that 85% of the characters’ personalities are inspired by random TF tumblr posts, you can’t deny that.

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[Side-Blogs]

1) @transformers-bold-bright-brisk

- My blog for my TF fan Continuity project. Right now it’s mostly drafts and concept art and writings,

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[Communication]

1) Follower Interactions

- I will do my best to answer ASKS because I am terrible at checking my inbox. Also, I’m going to try and reply to comments, but if I stop doing that—it’s not because I don’t like you guys, it’s cause I’m lazy and I usually don’t have anything interesting to reply back with. And please read my DNI, ASKS, and REQUESTS boxes before interacting, thanks. Also ask stuff will be tagged as either #sphny asks (𖦹////𖦹)•*°⊹ or #sphny answers (𖦹0 𖦹)•*°⊹

2) Mutual Interactions

- Hey! If you followed me and I followed you back and somehow we were able to become regular chit chat buddies from either in the tags, reblog games, DMing, and etc. then you probably know me enough to understand my thought process when I talk to people. And if you’re a new mutual and actually want to interact with each other more than same goes for you—read my DNI, ASKS, and REQUESTS boxes. I respect your boundaries, you respect mine—win win. I would honestly be very excited to talk to me people on this platform, I just get a little bit shy/anxious sometimes

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[Posting]

1) Art

- When I post my art I’ll usually tag it under #sphny arts (𖦹w𖦹)•*°⊹. And right now I’ve been posting A LOT of RBA fanart. But if I feel really motivated to draw requests I’ll do my best to draw TF characters from other continuities in my style too.

2) Writing

- What I write consists of drabbles, headcannons, one shots, short-reviews, and other opinions I have that I like to share with the world. And I’ll give an itty bitty irl update just to notify I’m still alive. And they’re going to be tagged under #sphny speaks (𖦹<𖦹)•*°⊹ #sphny alternates universe (𖦹ㅁ𖦹)•*°⊹ #sphny originates character (𖦹▿𖦹)•*°⊹

3) Reblogging

- Oh boy. I reblog a very random assortment of posts. I reblog from mutes, followers, and strangers all the time. I’ll partake in reblog games I tag under #reblog shenanigans which would always be a new uquiz or for picrew challenges it would be #picrew shenanigans. When I reblog art or literally anything I COMPLIMENT THEM IN TAGS! And in the actual text part if I’m super eccentric about it too. And they’ll be tagged under #sphny reblogs (𖦹Q𖦹)•*°⊹

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[Social Media]

- TikTok : sphnyspinspin2006 (There’s literally only three posts to my name)

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- Discord : sphnyspinspin (I’m VERY shy)

- AO3 : sphnyspinspin (I write very little on here)

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