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herehavesomeheadcanons · 1 year

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hey, i really liked your jealousy headcanons. Could you do more for the other vamps you're writing for? 👀

Oh ho ho, well if it isn’t the person who thanked me for the Ky content. You’re welcome, by the way. I also think there isn’t nearly enough Ky content, which is why i’m writing it! If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself!

Tw: murder and violence, also just Ferid in general.

Ferid Bathory

🤍♦️ Hoo boy. Hooooooooo boy. Ferid is EXTREMELY territorial. It really doesn’t take much to make him jealous. The perpetrator would have to be human, because no vampire wants to fuck with this bastard. Well… that’s not entirely true. I can’t see Rigr giving much of a shit. (But that is an entirely different can of worms.)

🤍♦️ Let’s get one thing straight. Ferid is not shy in the slightest about pda, not to mention the fucking collar (and probably leash, let’s be honest.) What I’m trying to get at is that EVERYBODY knows who you belong to. Everybody. Which means, the perpetrator can’t feign ignorance as an excuse. He deliberately tried to touch Ferid’s property, and that is unacceptable.

🤍♦️ His mood varies, but the options include: on-the-spot murder, psychological and physical torture, a threateningly polite warning, just *ahem* “claiming” you as his right then and there, or all of the above. Go ahead and spin the wheel, if you’re feeling lucky!

🤍♦️ Ferid is actually one of the scariest vampires out there. Not in a quiet, intimidating way like Urd, he’s more like an unpredictable wildfire. Anyone who spends even a single minute in his presence can tell that he is NOT one to be crossed. Someone would have to be downright suicidal to get on his bad side.

Lacus Welt

💜✨ He’s also very territorial, but can’t afford to be as loud about it as Ferid can. He’s not a noble, after all. That doesn’t stop him from being grumpy about it, however.

💜✨ If the douche is a vampire, which is unlikely, he’ll just stand there and glare and hope he leaves. Since drinking directly from a human is kind of illegal, he can’t really explain your complicated relationship to this other vampire who may or may not rat him out.

💜✨ Once you get home, Lacus will whine and rant about the other guy. Like, he will go on a full-on TANGENT about how disrespectful the guy was. He’ll probably also demand attention from you. You might want to just go along with it, he can be pretty whiney when he’s upset. Just hold him and reassure him that he’s the only vampire for you, he’ll calm down eventually.

💜✨ If the perpetrator is human, however, that’s another thing entirely. Unlike Ferid, Lacus is very predictable. On-the-spot murder is his go-to. No words, no threats, just fucking decimate the bastard. If that guy says even ONE THING that comes across as ‘a little too friendly’, Lacus will strike him down faster than a snake.

💜✨ Again, once you get home, Lacus will non-stop talk shit about the other guy. However, this time, it’ll be more gloating than sulking. Just pretend to be interested in what he’s saying. He’ll be too wrapped up in ranting about how stupid that human was to notice that you’re only half-listening.

Rene Simm

🖤♦️ Now here’s an interesting one. Rene is secretly VERY possessive, but he’s VERY good a hiding it. A master tsundere, this one. Like Lacus, he can’t afford to be loudly possessive.

🖤♦️ If the bastard is a vampire, which is still unlikely, he’ll pretend like he doesn’t care. Deep down he’s absolutely seething with rage, but nobody will ever be able to tell. You’ll probably notice that he does, however, act a bit grumpier than usual.

🖤♦️ If the perpetrator is human, that’s a different story entirely. Sure, he’ll pretend he doesn’t care. He’ll look the other way and ignore it entirely. It isn’t wise to plot murder out loud, which is why Rene is so quiet. He’ll wait until the opportune moment, and then it’s all over. No one will ever find the body.

🖤♦️ Similar to Urd, Rene is quietly intimidating. It’s always the quiet ones that you gotta watch out for, and this emo is no exception. Since he doesn’t have the power or status to openly challenge anyone who talks to you, he has to take a more creative and sneaky approach. Thusly, he plans and executes a murder worthy of a Buzzfeed Unsolved episode.

🖤♦️ Eventually people will begin to catch on to the fact that anyone who gets a little too close to you disappears forever. After that, they start to leave you alone. You, of course, will never even know about all the murders. Rene will make sure of it.

Ky Luc

I adore low quality Ky- lookit his litol face-

🔹🤎 Surprisingly enough, he’s not all that territorial, so to speak. He just doesn’t like that you’re paying attention to someone other than him. He wants you to be talking to HIM and making HIM laugh, not some random human.

🔹🤎 He will simply insert himself into whatever conversation you’re having. If the other person takes offense, that’s their problem. Ky wants your attention and he’s going to get it. If the other guy continues trying to fight for your attention, however, things might escalate.

🔹🤎 There likely won’t be any murder taking place (thankfully), but Ky has another trick up his sleeve. He’ll just foil all his opponent’s efforts to command your attention. He can keep this up for as long as it takes to frustrate the other person into leaving. He has a knack for annoying people!

🔹🤎 If he’s feeling impatient, he might just verbally berate the jerk. Having Urd as a role model has made him quite good with his words! He can eloquently tell this other person to fuck off, and make THEM feel bad about ruining his afternoon with you. All while never dropping his wide-eyed smile!

🔹🤎 Not wanting to disappoint Urd has made Ky a master at creative, non-violent solutions. And his natural curiosity and slightly bastardly nature have made him an expert at getting on people’s nerves!

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Taco Tuesdays & Terrible Twits

Summary: You and your little family encounter a racist woman at the grocery store. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber

Warnings: Language, Ignorance, Racism, Violence (threats), Minors DNI

A/N: This is based off of something that a friend of mine and her husband experienced. She's Indian, he's Black. And their little daughter, of course, is perfection. But it doesn't stop people from running their mouths. Please enjoy. And pay attention to the warnings! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

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BiBi smiles at you from her perch in the cart. “Mama, don’t forget dah cheese for dah tacos.” She reminds you.

“Thank you for the reminder, sweetheart.” You give her a quick kiss. “Mama doesn’t feel like making salsa tonight, so she’s gotta find the right one…” You keep looking. Maybe you needed to go back to the fresh produce section. It was June. They should have a fresh assortment of pico de gallo.

You wait for Andy to make his way back towards you. “I got the flour tortillas, baby.” He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“You don’t have to kiss me every time you come back with an item on our grocery list. This isn’t a scavenger hunt, Big Man.” You offer him a saucy wink.

“That’s what you think.” He murmurs.

Yeah, you liked it. And he knew it.

“BiBi, my darling, how about some crema with your tacos?”

“Yes!” Your five-year-old smiles.

“Awesome! I’ll be right back.” You tell them both.

Not even sixty seconds after you walk off, a woman approaches them both. “Oh, she’s so cute!” She remarks as she sidles up next to Andy and your daughter. “You’re Andrew Barber, aren’t you? It’s so wonderful that you take your clients out for grocery shopping. You really are a class act!”

“What?” Andy asks, feeling genuinely confused.

“Hello there, sweetheart! How old is she?”

The female stranger goes to touch her curls, although Andy is quick to block her hands. “Please don’t touch her.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s the hair, you know? It’s just so pretty.”

“Do you need something?” He growls softly.

“I’m just a fan is all. I see you in the papers all of the time, and you seem to have such a generous spirit. Ooh! But I think I have a young lady that you’d love to meet. A man like you doesn’t deserve to be alone.”

“Doubtful.” Andy mutters. He goes to push the cart away, just as you approach. “Look, I’m marr-”

Oh, God. This won’t be good. He thinks to himself.

“Hey!” You call out. “I’m back with the cotija cheese.”

“And you’re here with her mother too? Oh my goodness.” The woman turns to you. “You are so lucky to know a man like Andrew Barber. Not many attorneys would help their clients with groceries like this. Tell me, is it your son that’s in trouble? Is that what prompted him to help you? How bad is the case?”

Her hand goes to rest on your shoulder. You immediately shake it off.

“Excuse me?”

“Lady,” Andy growls. “I don’t know what you’ve been sipping on, and I don’t care. She is my wife and this is my daughter. Jesus Christ!”

“Oh, God.” You hear the woman say as she backs up. “This is not okay.” She mumbles. Her hand going over her mouth.

“What is not okay?” You ask.

“I’m not okay with this.” Random woman grabs your cart. With the quickness, you pry her hands off of it. “This is not natural.” She informs you and your husband. Andy places a quick kiss on BiBi’s forehead. “It’s not normal!”

“Don’t touch our cart!” You snarl.

“I is not normal, Mama?” Your BiBi looks up at you, confused.

This woman, whoever she was, was going to die tonight.

“You are perfect, sugar.” You tell her before returning your attention to the woman. Just in time for her to go on a rant.

“You can’t sleep with your clients!” She exclaims.

“Not. My. Flipping. Client. Lady. I already told you, she’s my wife and has been for several years.” Andy is fed the fuck up.

The woman shakes her head.

“Listen, this baby is…well, just no. It’s important for us to be honest.” She waves her hands. “Everyone wants to be so PC. Let’s be real! Blacks are meant to be with Blacks. And Whites with Whites. We are not meant to intermingle like this, sweetheart. Not like this. If we keep going at the rate we’ve been going, everyone is going to be brown in like twenty years. Do you understand what I’m saying? Is that what you want?”

“Don’t really give a shit.” Andy responds with a smile. “My browned skinned wife is lovely, my browned skinned daughter is even lovelier. Mess with us and get yourself hurt.” He grunts. “I don’t believe in hurting women, but my wife happens to be a black belt in beating ass.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips. “Keep talking and see for yourself.”

“So you’re threatening me with violence?” She gasps, looking affronted. “Oh, he’s not.” You tell her as you snatch your earrings out of your ears. “He’s just warning you that I am.” You shoot her a feral grin. “And when it’s all said and done, I won’t catch a case because I know the best lawyer in the fucking state you ignorant ass heffer.”

"You both are so confused, and you're confusing this child!" The lady stomps her foot.

"She tried to touch Bianca's hair, baby." Andy tells you, knowing what he was about to unleash.

"You did what?" You hiss.

"Ugh, you people always get so sensistive about your goddamned hair when you should be grateful that-"

Your husband hands you a random can of beans.

"Finish that statement and wake up with a concussion." You tell her.

The woman backs away. "I miss the good old days." She mutters.

"Hand me another can, Andy Bear." Which he happily does.

She scurries out of the isle and away deeper into the store.

"Love you, Y/N." He grumbles.

"Love you more." You peck his lips.

END

#chris evans #andy barber #chris evans black!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #bianca barber #cevansbrat0007 fics #cevansbrat0007growing pains series

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bcacstuff · 1 year

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New video or photo of Sam & Co from yesterday after the boattrip or now?

Uhm... well, to be honest....

I'm still sick and sad about the way some people feel they can use, misuse, abuse the things I freely share here. I already pointed out last night how again my watermark on a video was blurred and posted as if they found it themself.

I did got into DM with this person who did so... She had all kind of excuses, saying she respected my blog, she thought the watermark would disturb viewers from watching, she had a hashtag (#bcac) on her posts thinking that would be crediting the owner (yes you read that correct, I'll come to that part later) of the video. And she only has about 20 followers or so... well, to me disturbing the viewer is nonsense, I put the watermarks neatly to the sides, the interesting content was free to watch. I do not think blurring off a watermark is showing respect at all. I also post videos and pics from accounts on IG or Twitter here, but I name the source, the name and the platform and I never would blur or erase a watermark. There is simply no reason for it otherwise then not respecting the creative ownership of the source. Meanwhile my video got shared all over Twitter and IG without the watermarks and the correct credits.

I had also a convo with another blogger who posted the video, first with screenshots and some crazy content, and then replacing the video with the one that could be found on Twitter and IG and already got uploaded to a YT channel of a certain blogger as well. I got a rude answer, and even got accused of copying her content and using her info she posted. No this was not with Purv, if that is what you thought, but someone else, I'm gonna call mini-mini-mini Purv from now on. She often creates posts with the information she finds on my blog (well who doesn't) but why not a simple reblog and add your part to it? Anyway, I'm not even wasting anymore time on discussing with this miniP (her name is oddly the opposite from mini) anymore. the rudeness and disrespect is astounding and you gotta ask yourself why! Well hope she's proud of herself. I'm not gonna get a high blood pressure over that.

Okay, so far my rant to the ones that take advantage in a disrespectful way of what I share here. Now to the part of 'ownership' of the video.

I actually was quite surprised to see how my rights were 'defended' by an account I didn't expect to do so.

But thank you....

akitalove is wrong however. I do own the video! Even though I did not recorded it myself, I had a conversation with the original owner of the original video. I asked the owner if I could use the videos, edit some parts from it. I explained why I would like to do so (saying there's a public figure in it, about who I write). Explained how I wanted to edit the video, the 'interesting parts' resizing them, leave pictures that were around it out and change the format. The owner was fine with it, gave me permission to use it and edit it in the way it suited me. I even offered he could watch the edited version before I posted it on my blog, the person wasn't interested in that. I also asked if I should give credit and explained what the pros and cons were. Where you can guess I mentioned how there are some in this fandom that could be bothering the account. The person didn't feel I needed to give credit, the story, cause that's what it was, would be gone anyway after 24 hours, and wasn't interested in being approached by people from this fandom. The person literally said: "It's all yours".

So the person gave permission to use material for my video, a video I created and thus is my creative content. The person did not want to be credited, (I have videos on my YT channel, where you can see I put all the owners of material used in it, in the end credits. Even the music!) and I would have gladly done so right now, but no not interested and not wanted to be bothered.

That to me gives me creative ownership over the video. I put the video together, edited it and cut it. Hence I am allowed all the way to put my watermark on it. And next to my watermark there is also a mark from the video editor I use (veed.io) which is placed on the top right corner. This one was chopped off obviously, which is a breach of rights as well.

There is actually a license for it, the creative commons license. Which from now on I will use on all my own content. To be precise I will use the CC-BY-NC-ND license on it.

If you don't know what that means, I advice you to educate yourself about it. In a nutshell

And yes, I feel it is a sad, sad day that I have to take these measures and put that on here. I would rather do things easy and share it in all happiness, but as you have seen (not only once) that is not possible because of a minority who can not be respectful for someone's work.

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sparxwrites · 1 year

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Hi! Cleverclover from kofi requesting some ethubs with stranded or dawn?

want a lil fic like this one? you can get one here!

“Well,” says Etho, tossing his comm carelessly down onto a nearby patch of moss. It bounces, once, and hits a rock with a solid thunk before tumbling into the shredded pile of membrane that constitutes the remains of his broken elytra. He ignores it. “We’re stuck here til morning, I think. X said he didn’t want to use teleport permissions if it wasn’t life-or-death, which is fair enough. But apparently there’s no one who can bring us wings before tomorrow, so… guess we’re spending the night roughing it, huh?”

They’re lucky, really. It’s a nice night out, a mild night out – the height of summer, with long days and short, cloudless nights. The ground is soft, from a thunderstorm a few days ago, but not wet. It’ll be warm enough for them to comfortably sleep out with nothing but the stars above them, and nothing but the dirt below. Etho’s kind of looking forward to it, if he’s being honest. It’s been too long since he last had an excuse to rough it for a night.

Bdubs, however – ever the master of keeping his composure in the face of unwelcome news – wails.

“No!” he yells, in the general direction of the sky. His elytra hang ragged on his back, also broken, and he struggles with the straps in the midst of his horror. By the time he finally gets them off, he’s worked himself up into a proper tizzy. “No, Etho, I gotta– I gotta shreep, the– the server needs me to shreep–”

Etho shrugs, and unceremoniously sprawls down onto the ground, like the dirt and moss is a bed made specially for him. He stares up at the sky, already darkening into pink-orange-red. The sun, though they can’t see it through the trees, must already be on the horizon. “Well, if you can think of a way for us to get twenty thousand blocks back to spawn without elytra, before sundown, I’m all ears.”

Bdubs groans, and kicks at a nearby stone in abject frustration – only to yelp in pain when it turns out to be half-buried rock. He hops on the spot for a moment, clutching at his foot and hissing like a creeper. “This is the worst! It’s a disaster! I hate it! How can you– Etho, how can you be so calm about this?! We’re stranded! It’s gonna get dark! We’re gonna die!"

“I dunno. Me, you, the beautiful stars above us…” says Etho. He’s got a small, wry smile on his lips, and the unbothered tone of a man very, very used to Bdubs’ histrionics. “Kinda romantic, don’t you think?”

“No! I do not think! The stars are terrible, and awful, and no one should ever– wait.” Bdubs stops, mid-rant, almost cartoon-like in his suddenness. Like someone’s dropped an anvil on his head. “Did you say romantic?”

Etho glances over at Bdubs, then, and his eyes soften. He tugs his mask down around his throat – there’s no one else around to see, just Bdubs – and, beneath it, he’s smiling. He holds out an arm, spread across the mossy forest floor, like an invitation. “Bdubs,” he says, gently. “C’mon. It’s only one night. Come look at the stars with me, huh?”

For a second, Bdubs resists.

Then he caves, instantly and completely. He’s never been able to deny Etho anything.

He drops down to his knees, and crawls over to where Etho’s waiting for him. Without resistance, he lays down, curls into Etho’s side, pillows his head on Etho’s upper arm. He fits like he belongs there, pressed shoulder to shoulder, rib to rib, hip to hip. Gradually, his heartbeat slows.

Slowly, wordlessly, Bdubs turns his eyes up to the sunset sky.

“…You’ll watch the dawn with me, right?” he asks, at length, as the sky begins to darken above them. His head’s still pillowed on Etho’s arm. Etho’s cheek is pressed against the top of his head. “Like– tomorrow, you’ll watch the sun come up? With me?”

Above them, there’s no blue left – a little red, a little pink-orange, but mostly creeping purple and indigo and ink. The sun is nowhere to be seen. The moon, previously a faint shadow in the dusk, is now a wide and silvery eye above them.

As they both watch, the first of the stars begin to shine.

“Yeah, Bdubs,” says Etho, gentle and sleepy. He tilts his head a little more, presses a kiss to the bird’s nest of Bdubs’ hair, and hums happily when Bdubs shivers in his arms. “Sure. Wake me up, and we’ll watch the sunrise. Together.”

#ethubs #hermitshipping #hermitfic #hermits crafting #fic #commish #anonymous #ask #i got BOTH of them bc im just that good uwu #fr writing this gave me cavities tho #they........................... /pos

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ladychandraofthemoone · 11 months

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6️⃣SUDRIANVERSE:HAPPY LATE 6/6 DAY!!6️⃣

Have:

Percy Avonside

Lord Harry Patrick Barrane Andreas Roldan Guerrero Hidalgo Hunslet I legit thought he was number 6 until I went back to his series and it’s actually 2 welp I’m dumb so here’s he’s msr #6 xD

Duncan Barclay (I’m so very sorry sweetie I didn’t finished you)

rambling time:

alright I knew I wanted my percy to be inspired by raggedy Ann dolls specifically the hairstyle and the overalls, I gave him a scarf 🧣 to represent “a scarf for Percy” episode and of course they’re little hat with the sodor mail logo and her mailbag with their whistle and lucky bell as keychains (I forgot to to draw them but say it’s behind her back) 🔔 I was gotta decorate her boots more but I it slipped out my mind and I was originally gotta make them red. Of course they have their pins on their bag a bear pin for “wooly bear” a butterfly 🦋 for aeg (I know I know people still don’t like it please don’t come after me) and their gender-fluid and pan pride pin.

Patrick or Harry was the easiest to be honest like nearly all of my cfr designs was mainly inspired by glowynviator except I added some minor changes like an orange scarf 🧣 his boots and pants color change and design and he got classy pristine gloves and earrings and of course a pompadour which is fitting for his nature (I know it’s looks like wally darling xD that’s the idea 💡)

long rant on stuff cause it gets dark on some parts and cause Duncan and Andreas’s storyline takes place

Andreas I was originally searching up Argentinan fashion for him cause he’s afro Argentinan in my human au cause his basis was sent there but it was formal dress wear so I went with that along with fancy British style cause my Andreas comes from old money an wealthy family and he totally shows off like Gordon he’s also got a cape jacket like him but I couldn’t decide which one cause I did so many of them I’ll post them later and maybe do a poll on it even though knowing me I’ll use all of them haha

(Gordon 🤝 Andreas they r besties they gossip have coffee and Gordon was the first standard guage driver to visit Andreas in the hospital 🏥 after the accident this does apply for Alfred as well but he’s was a prick and he and Andreas got into arguments) and also like Gordon has his own fair share of toxic dysfunctional relationships ridiculously high standards and the pressure to be perfect though unlike Gordon Andreas was originally engaged through an arranged marriage by his family mainly his abuelo which secretly stressed about it for he had no feelings for her and if he was honest never felt attracted towards girls even though he was well liked and known and popular and that his stomach often churns at the thought the same goes with more intimate activities that he doesn’t really wish to have children at least not yet and gosh-

Like y’all (his main inspiration was Encanto Isabela and her family I guess you can say he’s a genderbent version as despite his own emotions thoughts and fears he was determined to not frightened of disappointing his family and being the golden child and the oldest (he’s meant to be a foil to Gordon and Alfred who are meant to be parallels to one another’s it’s complicated) he’s very grateful he managed to convince his abuelo to let him have the opportunity to work on sodor under the excuse it would be good to have more connections the railway needs assistance and this would be great experience in an effort to put the marriage on hold among o th her things (cause he did fight in the war with his engine but his family mainly his abuelo was too worried of losing him and practically begged him to return back home even giving money 💰 to Andreas superiors and Andreas ends up returning early like less than a few months athough the marriage was cancelled after his family found out after his accident later on still wondering if some of his family members move to sodor which Andreas deliberately put off and revelations are revealed which leads to huge arguments and Andreas is no longer welcomed into the family not officially disowned but it’s was more of a like until he got his act together to him and it stung cause they couldn’t tell it to his face yet at the same so relieve cause he felt like he couldn’t handle so many people in the room overall it’s extremely messy but he still feels thankful that he got a support system on sodor and he got out of a rather toxic and kinda forced heteronormative environment

Duncan has so many outfits and hairstyles that I’m drawing out cause my guy goes through the wringer he’s got so much character development going on but I went with one of a more healing style he wearing something’s that’s causal yet comfortable (of course I drew him with a guitar he finds comfort in music and yeah he’s in his pride colors) he’s not pretending to be this overly happy guy in an effort to please others as his way to cope with the situation but ge wrote his red outfit I’m leaning towards boilersuit/jumpsuit (which he ends up burning and throwing away cause well it’s kindave stained while he was doing his hardest to recuse Andreas like he accidentally injured himself in the attempt to free Andreas think suletta and her hands but he was freaking out in full panic not thinking and now every time he looks at it looks st himself his stomach turns to kits he stays seating he’s shaking cause it reminded him so much of what was Andreas when he was recused and how he was almost…killed… BY HIM…he was severely injured and barely alive but still somehow breathing

First time you see him he’s got a Mohawk, it’s messy but cool looking but to others on a outsiders views he appears not to care about appearance which does rub (mostly Andreas who’s obsessed with making perfect appearances and self-importance) leads to them butting heads a lot like it’s kinda an isa and Mira situation where they’re both envious of one another where Duncan is jealous over how between the two numbers 6’s here it’s appears that a majority of folks prefers Andreas while Andreas even though he’s in an environment where he can express more freedom and won’t be punished for it he still can’t downright be more vocal towards authority (at least till the hours of the incident where he argued with the supervisor but it was more on the lines of safety and not recklessness) treatment or say everything on his mind with vulgar languages and he is a bit impressed on that but wishes Duncan had common sense and not just complain about everything and anything

So yeah they rubbed one another all the wrong ways and Duncan calls him “mister perfect” Andreas retorts to him being a hypocrite yet didn’t hesitate to put his life on the line and recuse him and Duncan just felt excruciating amount of guilt and also reeling from that situation since it’s also traumatic for him like he was right there when Andreas getting crushed and unfortunately the first actually see how bad lead injuries were on Andrea’s and it ran and it wasn’t a pretty sight and I will let you guys fill in the head. It’s but for Duncan, his mental health was taking a toll on him

A majority of his colleagues (the msr the ones who knew Andreas was he longest they held him responsible some even right blaming him (like I wrote that Andreas family were gotta sue him as well as the railway but that was stoped by Andreas but that didn’t do well for Duncan emotionally) for everything others not speaking or or even acknowledging him like he’s existence leave it like glares they’re grieving they’re dealing with this situation and it doesn’t excuse their actions or their treatment of Duncan but it explains it it’s still not right but it’s like all sadnes all around. Even though Duncan has the support and comfort of the Skr members he still feels like he’s responsible and begins to overwork himself like bag eyes despite his smiling attitude like his hair outgrew the passing couple of months and he’s putting it in a braid or ponytail he’s wearing less red (I got an idea on his that looks like) yet he neglecting his own health then he comes back after his run in with the scientists where he was knocked unconscious and he’s wearing yellow like he dyed his hair he subconsciously changes to match Andreas ponytail and a more fitting attire and ugh my heart

#ttte #ttte percy #percy the small engine #ttte andreas #ttte patrick #ttte lord harry #lord harry #ttte duncan #my art lol #my art <3 #my art sketch #my art #my art stuff #my art owo #my art style #my art :d #6/6 #This was meant to be a happy day for them but the ng 6 gang have their storylines so intertwined it’s wouldn’t make sense to have just one #humanization #ttte humanized #It’s gets worse before it gets better for the narrow gauge number 6s and god they all needhugs #They recieve therapy thankfully everyone does when realizations come in like at first I thought it was I don’t know how to explain when #stuart blamed Duncan and expressed his emotions verbally towards him beating him down but I realize they’re all dealing with grief #differvently since I thought a more vocal fury meme we like atlas since we saw him blame Duncan or even falcon or Stanley due to their #expressions but yeah everyone’s not fine like andras oh his I been reading up crushing incidents and what happens to the body cause #dude was literally crushed and buried under two heavy materials also for the marriage part he did choke spit like isa #yeah encanto is a huge insp 4 Andreas’s backstory and I’m posting this a week late and now I’m back at the apartment with slow internet #I got art class tomorrow for two hours in Mexico fun so I’ll talk more about these two and outfits later peace ✌🏿

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sorryiwasasleep · 8 months

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Personal rant

I started my final year of schooling last week and I’ve already missed 9 out of 11 classes so far. I’m burning up all my unexcused absences and I can’t even bring myself to care at all because I don’t want to be in this program getting this degree and I feel incredibly trapped and overwhelmed. I can’t make myself do the readings. I can’t make myself go to class. I can’t make myself care. I can’t seem to do anything at all but lay in bed. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this for another year. Fuck, I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this even just next week when I no longer can miss class without an excusal. And I can’t drop out anymore cause the deadline for full reimbursement passed, but also that was never a real option for me anyway cause dropping out would also likely mean moving home and that’s just as bad for my brain. Even right now I should be doing my readings for my class that’s at 3:30, but instead I’m typing this. Because I’m sad and I don’t care. But because I didn’t do the readings? I feel like I can’t go to class, so I WON’T which in turn is a problem cause I am using all my skips and I’m missing the first two weeks of class so I’m going to go in SO fucking confused next week probably. Shit shit shit shit fuck.

TW: weight discussion, emetophobia, eating disorder mention (just by name nothing specific), ARFID, depression, anxiety, apathy, mention of American politics

Heavier discussion below

I recently realized (i don’t have a scale in my apt) that I lost about 40 pounds in the span of about 5 months all from a combination of stress/my ADHD medication suppressing my appetite (vyvanse bitch ass doesn’t even work) and stress induced vomited and also vomiting because I treat my body like shit (don’t drink water, cope with unhealthy substances a lil too often, don’t eat anything remotely healthy, barely eat at all anymore if I’m being honest). I knew I’d lost some cause clothes were looser. I thought it was like 10. But no I know how much I weighed in March and it was a full difference of 40 and I know part of this stress and the stress induced vomiting are being caused by school and it’s like… I have another year. Am I just gonna keep wasting away? Something’s gotta give here and I know shit has to change but I have absolutely no drive to actually climb out of the hole I’ve buried myself in. I feel like there’s no point and that even if I crawl out, the world is the same and my family is the same and I’m still in this program and so nothing is actually different anyway. I just wanna let the dirt consume me. I wanna lay in my bed with a sitcom playing mindlessly in the background while I work on my silly little fanfictions until everything just stops except I lay in bed and don’t even do those things but am paralyzed by all the things I should be doing instead that I neglected because I didn’t care and I still don’t care enough to do it, but I feel bad enough to not do anything else either in that time. And I know that’s BAD and that having no motivation for anything is obviously super a ‘ur depression is worse girl’ (hi yea i fucking live inside this stupid head so I already fucking know that. @/my psych and parents). but I keep getting cancelled on or stood up by therapists and my psych has told me three appointments now shit like ‘Well what do you want me to do about?’ (Without even fucking considering something like uhhhhh… idk changing the meds I’m on? Since I’m at the max dose for my anti depressant and I’ve been on it for about half a year and I feel it stagnated because while it seemed to help when I started, now I’m worse? Like, I tell you I feel the worst I’ve ever felt in my entire life and you answer ‘And what do you want me to do?’ YOUR FUCKING JOB? Provide me with my options???? Not be a dick?) And she keeps saying I have to find a therapist because the meds only do so much (I had one but she went on maternity leave in January and then when she came back from it I was too broke to pay every week (which is what my bitch ass brain needs) and then when I wasn’t broke any longer she had ghosted me and she also was my provider for two years and never actually gave me any coping mechanisms so I kinda wanted a new one anyway). The psych did not like when I laughed at her and said “And will you fucking pay for it?” in response the first time she said it even though obviously I know she’s right.

My roommate told me the other day also that I need to get a therapist and that I have to focus my energy into that because she can’t listen to me say the same complaints anymore (she said it nicely, but like I’m crying rn thinking about it and will likely never feel safe to share with her anymore for worry of annoying her.) She also said she doesn’t think I want to help myself. That she wants me to get better and obviously it’s shit what’s happening but that I’m not doing the (what are to her obvious and to me impossible to actually do because of familial enmeshment and financial dependence) things that could maybe make things better. Even though… I AM trying to help myself. Yea it’s not the best I can be doing, but it’s as much as I can fucking manage given my surety that none of this matters and isn’t that worth something? I’ve been looking for a therapist since MAY. They keep standing me up or cancelling or they’re booked or they don’t take my insurance. I had five (5) telehealths where I got stood up. Starting therapy anew is already terrifying but when the person doesn’t show up it just feels like shit. It made me feel like they looked at my paperwork and decided I wasn’t fucked up enough when the reality is yea I held back slightly but that’s because I needed to know the vibes of the place first. That’s not what happened (for at least three appts anyway. The other two ghosted me also after so I never got explanation so maybe it did) but I still felt that way and for someone who already has a lot of problems with imposter syndrome and deep insecurities around being forgotten it really sucked and was incredibly unprofessional of any worker but especially mental health care professionals to do. I have one on Friday. Let’s hope this one doesn’t stand me up 🤞 Also, back to my ungodly amount of rapid weight loss, I did have 40 pounds that could’ve been shed and I am still not what would be consider ‘skinny’ but an average weight, so the worst part of this whole thing is that people are telling me i look GOOD now. Literally it was my MOM. She always implied I’m overweight and need to lose it and pretends like it’s ‘in your best interest honey’ meanwhile I can’t even do the fucking obligations I’m tied to? You think I can fucking do EXTRA? And yea I should use that kickboxing class that I bought, but not to lose weight mother, but because I’m not physically fit in that I cannot go up stairs without getting winded and because I have all the rage in the world (a portion of which goes to her!) and hitting things makes me feel better and it expires soon and was $40 I won’t get back. None of those reasons have to do with my weight, but if I mention I went to that class to her? She’s going to be SO excited on the phone, for all the wrong reasons thinking it’s me trying to get thin, when it’s me trying to get healthy. That is not equivalent to weight loss necessarily, as clearly evidenced here since I lost a shit ton unhealthily. This weekend I got a ‘Do you lose weight? Cause you look great!’ from her. 🫠🙄And i know that people would even more so do that if I do continue on this path of wasting away even though I’m actually unhealthier than I’ve ever been with my eating habits and the weight loss is a result of my depression and anxiety spiraling worse. How about we as a society stop fucking commenting on other peoples weight period full stop. Also it’s SAYING something that I’m the worst ever rn because food and I have always had a weird vibe. I recently learned what ARFID is and I’m fairly confident I’ve had that my entire life and just never had the name for it so that’s certainly something. Anyway idek what the point of this was other than for me to shout into the void because I was sad. If the void wants to shout back and tell me how I’m supposed to function in this life that’d be great cause I didn’t even HIT the state of the world and how that causes half my lack of motivation for anything in this post, but god the American political and legal landscape fill me dread and anxiety and anger and I can never escape them.

TLDR: I’m sad, I can’t bring myself to go to class at all in these first two weeks of classes. I need a therapist but they keep cancelling when I finally get an appointment and find one that accepts my insurance. My psych is kinda bad and my roommate was trying to help but did it in a way that hurt me more. I wanna drop out but can’t and also school is impacting my mental health so severely that I lost an extreme amount of weight in a short amount of time. Got complimented by mom even though I’m literally unhealthy. Separate from that but intertwined, I might have ARFID, possibly for my whole life and I am genuinely SHOCKED it never once was suggested by a medical professional to my parents when I was a child.

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sansloii · 10 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 / 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.

Did they believe in Santa?: as a child, no. as an adult, also no. roderick and his older brother were probably told where any gifts they got were from. their father was the type of man that would... kinda get pressed if either of them went "oh look at what saint nikolaus got me" or stuff like that. instead of being a reasonable parent that, i don't know, lets his kids think santa exists, he ruined that for them for... what?

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?: i don't think roderick was either. he was more a toy car kid that put his toy car on every surface... and i mean every surface. he'd stop if he was told to but he'd just find somewhere else to nyoom his car across.

Bugs or slimy critters?: roderick doesn't mind either one actually. he... didn't really have much of an interest in bugs aside from squishing the occasional insect or two.

Do they fidget? How?: nope. Roderick is not a man who fidgets much, if at all. i don't think he fidgeted much as a kid either. he did play around a lot though, but that's less fidgeting and more him... being a child that didn't want to sit still

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?: not frequently but enough to where he usually got it when he did get in trouble. roderick wasn't exactly a troublemaker... but he and his childhood friend, florentin, were like... evan and mikah but less destructive. it was just a negative feedback loop of "i bet i can do [insert stupid thing] better than you can." and the stupid thing in question probably warranted a rant from a neighbor that didn't really appreciate their antics. or hated rambunctious kids.

What underwear do they like?: Roderick does not care. underwear is underwear. so long as it's comfortable, he's good. ( but like, if you ask me, he probably wears boxers at home and boxer-briefs or briefs if he's going out. )

Designs on clothing or no?: mmmm... again, i think this is another case of "he doesn't care". he wears what he likes and what fits him and there isn't much that he prefers outside of that. he probably has clothing with designs on them here and there but that's probably concentrated in whatever t-shirts or hoodies he happens to own. he strikes me more a plain color type of person, especially when he's wearing something that exposes his arms. doesn't want the designs on his skin and the designs on his arms to clash

Birthmarks?: none.

Do they have good self control?: yes! he has his moments were it falters and he does act before thinking but in general, roderick has to keep a solid, stable head on his shoulders. even if he's angry, he's gotta exert some amount of self control before he does something or incites his men into acting on his behalf.

so like... if he does something extreme--like does it himself--he's thoroughly thought through the repurcussions of that actions and still chose violence because he knew the party in question truly deserved it.

Favorite franchise?: probably indiana jones if i'm being perfectly honest. it was probably one of those movies that he saw when he was really young and was like "wow that's so cool" and, once upon a time, he fantasized about being an adventurer and like... going to all these places, discovering ancient treasure, fighting bad guys, and all that.

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?: not anything beyond dwelling on things he could've said in a situation or done. i think everyone thinks about a bunch of stuff in the shower tbh and roderick is no exception.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?: yes. he's not a dick about it and just goes "excuse me, i don't think this is my order" or something like that. he's the last person that's going to be disrespectful to service workers--especially over something that was probably a mistake.

Stairs or elevator?: whichever is more convenient.

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?: maybe when he's with specific people. if he's shooting the shit with people he's known for over a decade and coming up on a story they all know / were apart of, he'll playfully exaggerate it to get more of a reaction from the people that know what went down. maybe he'll exaggerate a bit to scare someone that's in over his head but with roderick, there's not much you could exaggerate about him that is scarier than the truth.

tagged by: @s-talking tagging: all of you

#⚜ ┊ ( r. headcanons )#.took a hot minute because i am slow #.but i liked doing this for roderick

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alltheoutsinfreeeee · 2 years

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Koisenu Futari Ep 8 Thoughts

I finally, finally watched episode 8. I was so scared of... I don’t even know what. Of the writers somehow still messing up? Of the emotions? Of it ending? Of the ‘family (subject to change)’ coming to an end? And that fear had me procrastinate and avoid the final episode.

And now that I’ve watched it? Well...

Maybe it’s just the fact that I watched it at like 1am but I’m an emotional mess. But in a good way! I don’t regret watching it! Gonna go into detail (and some ranting) here, so I’ll put the spoilers under the cut.

First things first, do I think Sakuko’s mom and her boss changed their tune a bit too fast to be believable? The boss, absolutely. The mom, not as much. She had since episode 2 to think her opinions over. And I actually appreciate the fact that she was honest with Sakuko and told her that she still thinks she should get married and all that. Humans are complicated after all and opinions don’t change all that easily. But other things may take precedence to those opinions, and I’m glad her mother realised that Sakuko’s happiness is more important than her conservative worldview in the long run.

I like how Sakuko and Kazu stayed friends, and how Kazu didn’t try to make her thanking him into another try to win her over. And how Kazu wanted to correct the misunderstanding before their boss cut in! Kazu is a good ally to have.

The scene where Sakuko and Takahashi finally properly talk it over is so good. They are both open with their opinions and I love how they both have come to appreciate what they’ve built -- Takahashi even to the point of being scared to lose that! But that wasn’t all that held him back in the end. In his own words, he wanted to ‘protect [his grandmother’s] house’ and that’s a noble thing to want to do. To protect something that a lost loved one cherished, to protect the vessel of the good memories you’ve shared with that person.

But in a way that kept him chained to that home. In the end, he still looked for excuses to not follow his dream, to stay. And when Sakuko shot all of them down, he still needed to ask permission, as if the want to put the past behind you was a bad thing, as if his grandmother wouldn’t want him to try to pursue his happiness. The tearing up, the expressions, Takahashi’s frailty in that moment hit me like a truck. I really just wanted to hug him (not that I would, gotta stay respectful to boundaries!)

And the fact that he hadn’t even thought of moving out while Sakuko stayed? Hunny, sweetie... 😭

Another thing I like about the resolution scene was how this time it was Sakuko who helped Takahashi. Of course she already helped him multiple times throughout the show, but this was a BIG thing with lasting changes attached to it. Usually it was Takahashi who taught her some life wisdom, but this was her turn. And she pushed him to what he really wants to do, gently and quietly. And most of all, respectfully. She doesn’t make fun of his fears, of how he hadn’t even thought about the, to her, obvious solution.

And what she said in the end... It’s true. Moving out or otherwise parting with someone important to you doesn’t mean your relationship has to change. If things don’t work out you can always discuss it then. And if in the end you do find yourselves growing apart, then that happens and you shouldn’t try to force it to last. But those things are hypotheticals for the future, they shouldn’t hold you back in the present or stop you from doing what you want to.

This show was really good, y’all. I’m still feeling a bit bittersweet about it ending. It was only 8 episodes and also in my life for less than a few months but it feels like a show that’s been with me for decades now. It feels like parting with a good friend, but it’s not all bad. After all, I can always come and visit.

How Sakuko said: The only one who decides your happiness is you. And how Chai sang in the title song: Find your happiness. Be kind to yourself.

#koisenu futari #kodama sakuko #takahashi satoru #im feeling emotions again and needed to get them out #thats what this rant is for #i was actually kinda relieved when takahashi admitted he was scared of losing their 'family (subject to change)'#it again made me feel SEEN (tho not in an ace way this time. just a normal 'i also have this fear.#and i appreciate the writers saying its an absolutely understandable fear to have.' sort of way)#when a jo speaks #longpost

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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As someone who admires the Todoroki family from a writing perspective and just Horikoshi's ability with characterization as a whole, I'm very, very scared that the series as a whole is just going to end cleanly. I'm invested in the Aizawa/Present Mic/Shirakumo/Kurogiri arc the same way you feel about the Todorokis, but I feel Horikoshi is going to go for a happily ever after for everyone somehow. I'm very fine with the idea of major characters dying, but I don't think Horikoshi has the balls to do it. That's just my two cents though.

That image of the Todorokis made me so happily sad in a way though. He's so SMALL next to Endeavor and Natuso!

YES oh my god

yes that’s my fear exactly, too. because i know hori has the talent and the capability to end these stories in gut-wrenching but well executed ways, but does he have the balls to do it????? to potentially upset a huge portion of the fandom that would rather have the fan-service happy fluffy endings instead of something that’s written beautifully but hurts so much??? i don’t know. i’m worried he doesn’t, but i’m really hoping he does >.<

i gotta be honest, it bothers me so much when people say dabi deserves a happy ending or that dabi dying is a ‘bad ending’ for his story, as if dabi didn’t kill TONS of innocent people just because he felt like it, like dabi didn’t consciously make the decision to take away mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and sons and daughters from people, as if dabi doesn’t ENJOY killing, etc. it like genuinely makes me see red HAHAHA like alright, let’s say he lives. what happens? the only plausible answer is that he goes to fucking jail, because they got the man in 4k lucidly admitting to 30+ murders, among other crimes. what else could possibly happen??? the judge and the authorities and society as a whole just give him a slap on the wrist and ignore his laundry list of crimes because he’s ~got trauma~ and he’s ~the eldest son of the number one hero~??? dabi’s story as a whole is absolutely heart wrenching—and it deserves to stay that way!!!—but that doesn’t excuse any of his actions. like, at all. i’ve got loads of trauma too and yet i am not out there killing in the street lmfao.

or what? the whole todofam works out their YEARS long combined and convoluted family and personal trauma in one battle out on the battlefield and suddenly everything is resolved and happy and great again and they all love each other and everything’s been forgiven and dabi’s/touya’s severe mental illness just disappears??? just evaporates from the tissues of his brain like a fucking mist??? it’s borderline offensive LMFAO like i know this is a series about fucking superheroes but hori has done a pretty good job keeping several aspects of realism within it. my cousin and i have this talk often but it’s incredible and super interesting how hori has been able to take something so REAL (trauma as a whole, with all the league members) and portray it in a way that is relatable and realistic while still filtering it through this superhero lens and society. it’s brilliant. they all deserve well written endings, dabi and tomura especially.

anyway sorry i’m going on a serious rant here and i am going to stop HAHAHA but yeah, i totally feel you. and it’s like,, i get it, in a way; i understand the appeal of everything ending super happy and warm and feel good, but for me personally, i would rather things end in a way that hurts but is well executed, you know? i’ll take that over bad writing any day. the aizawa/mic/shirakumo | kurogiri storyline is SUPER interesting and they too deserve a properly written ending, even if it’s painful!!!!!

anyway moving on yeS HE’S SO TINYYYYY ugh i love how he’s like, taller than rei + fuyumi by a decent amount but so much shorter than enji and natsuo it just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it makes my heart !!!!! explode <3 he’s so cute <3 he really is his momma’s son like look at him!!!!!!!! he looks like her so much 🥺🥺🥺

#i’m so sad #also sorry for my rant here HAHAHA #i just have so many feelings n thoughts atm #just swirling around in my lil head #thank you for your input and opinion tho!!!! i totally agree with you 100%#it’s a big fear #i hope he has the guts to do it #i think it bothers me even more because it *seems* like these would be the natural endings #bnha has a lot of darker themes esp when compared to other popular shonen series #it deals with heavier subject matter and it does it WELL #so it feels like this should be the natural end for so many characters but idk! i guess we’ll have to wait and see!!#i want hori to do a horror manga next :)#i hope ur having an awesome wednesday my friend!!!#stay safe and stay hydrated!#clari gets mail

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fkinavocado · 2 years

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Hello Dreea this is going to be a long rant so read-only if you want to

Tomorrow is my 25th birthday and I am in the phase of life where I have a lot of things to figure out and accept an lot of things as they are, I am still learning how to love life and live it to the fullest.

I'll be honest I did not know Harry Styles till 2019, in 2020 when life came to a halt because of the pandemic I started reading random fics and stuff and that's when I came across some beautiful fan fics written by his fans and that's when I joined Tumblr and became a casual fan but slowly I became a Harrie which I liked but now I am realising just how consuming it all can get and that I am getting too old for this shit lol there is always some chaos, so many opinions and stuff.

The recent drama has really given me an ick, I loved this fandom and it's amazing fic writers, met many new people and read incredible fics but I don't think I will be able to stick around anymore. I have been part of many fandoms back in the day but he truly has one hell of a fandom lmao plus I don't like OW idk why I don't even know her and it seems like she is going to be there in his life for a long time so I really got an ick and I have decided to wipe Harry Styles out of my life lol

I just wanted to say that I love your DI fic, it's very close to my heart and you have been so nice and kind to me, I have sent so many Anonymous asks and asked for many suggestions previously and you have always been so welcoming and kind to me, I will stop reading Harry fics because I can not do that without thinking of it all but I am still very much invested in the DI fic so I will read it on the Wattpad after a long break, I hope the sequel will be there. Lastly, I love your beautiful blog and all the fun convos we had here with you and your amazing anons ❤️❤️ I LOVE YOU ALL! Going to make the best of the last 5 years of my 20s lmao

first of all ❤️happy birthday!!! i'm so glad you still wanna keep up with daddy issues even if you choose to leave this fandom. made me feel really special 🥺

and thank you for all your lovely words 🥺❤️❤️

i'm sorry you're no longer having a good time around here and you feel like leaving but i gotta be honest, i totally get it and it's something i'm contemplating myself

i would still wanna write for this fandom, would still wanna read harry fics, would still love his music but i feel like i'm on the verge of pulling the plug when it comes to anything deeper than that. some of the things he's been associating himself with really rub me the wrong way and if things don't change soon i will detach myself from anything beyond ogling him as eyecandy lol. like if i feel i gotta make up excuses for some of the things he apparently stands by, then who am i fooling if not myself ya know? like if a man tells you who he is (actions rather than words), believe him. i apply that rule to anyone why would he be any different

i'm not quite there yet though. but he's walking on thin ice 🥲🥲

#this got me so emotional 🥺❤️❤️❤️#ask

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zodiyack · 3 years

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Being Married To Henry’s Characters Would Include...

Requested by @cuisinequeen: Hi, I love your work. I was just wondering if you could do a headcanon for being married to Clark Kent/Geralt/Sherlock Holmes/Napoleon Solo

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader, Geralt of Rivia x Reader, Sherlock Holmes x Reader, Napoleon Solo x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some references, trashy writing lol

Note: This doesn’t include all of his characters, so my apologies if I misled you with the title. Not all that confident in the HCs so sorry about that too

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @simonsbluee, @darling-i-read-it, @fandom-puff, @thewarriorprincessxo, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @maan24, @beckster07890, @missihart23

Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

Clark Kent

You know he’s superman, therefore, you gotta expect the unexpected

Kiss: Level 100

helping him keep his identity secret isn’t always easy-

you wanna kiss him even when he’s superman but fuck you need him to remain undetected

but you manage

Little hc of the first few months after getting married:

Clark comes home late after a fight you see on tv

you turned it off before anything else happened, too worried already

he’s beat up

your eyes are red and puffy with tear stained cheeks as you stand and cross your arms.

you bet your ass there were cuddles that night.

Later into the marriage, he still scares you like that, but you’ve grown somewhat used to it and wipe the tears away

He’s protective of you too though

Aight sorry, but the gif is making me addicted to Henry kisses so Imma say it again,

best fucking make out sessions ever

yes, I’m gonna say that for all four.

fuck it, Clark!Kisses HCs

they’re soft half the time, needy the other half

if he comes home from superman duties or you have a run-in with a villain, so on so on, his kisses are rougher, needier, more possessive

bitch, he just needs you to know he’s still alive 🥺😢

Henry in glasses really do be hittin tho.

Stealing his glasses

Calling him a nerd because of the glasses

Probably making it a small joke about superman

Especially with oblivious friends

“I think superman’s a nerd.” “why??” “I just do.”

Having to stifle your laughs every time someone gushes about superman in front of him

Clark has to hold you back so you don’t unleash your wrath of fucking doom upon some oblivious woman who wrote about superman in a news article

She wrote things that would make you jealous, like talking about how she’s curious to his personal life *wink wink* and stuff- you don’t just have a raging fury because someone writes about him

Superman this hoe

You’ve made jokes about how he has to take his ring off when he’s superman, but he’s got a feeling that you’re actually not kidding at all

Exercising with Clark

Cursing him out in breathy pants for being more athletic and cheating with his “alien powers”

he just laughs at you

Ah, the difficulty have having a husband with two identities

When you rant about your husband, it’s so hard not to fuck up and say something about being married to Superman

Forgetting that you’re one of the few who knows his identity

Basking in pride because you’re one of the few who knows his identity

One time, Clark forgot to take his ring off and the person he rescued had known him personally.

He asks where he got the ring-

“What ring?”

“The one on your finger. The wedding ring.”

It felt like his stomach dropped...if that makes sense-

Clark ended up making some random story about finding it on the same plane the guy he rescued was on and that he put it on so he wouldn’t lose it.

The guy still thought he was pretty sus, “why was it on your wedding ring finger then?” but let him off after some time

The guy gave it back to Clark in person, but you had no idea what happened,

so when he gave him the ring, you were watching with the most confused look Clark had ever seen

thankfully, he played it off well and informed you later

He forgot to take off his wedding ring? You “secretly” fist bumped the air- ...he totally saw you though

Geralt Of Rivia

I don’t think Geralt really expected to get married

Jaskier didn’t either-

He’s the only one who stands when the priest asks if anyone doesn’t accept... only to ask how the fuck Geralt got lucky enough to get you

Everyone laughed but Geralt, he just grunted and looked away with a lil’ bit o pink tinting his cheeks

You demand he lets you go on adventures with him

You also wash him after adventures

wink wonk ;)))

Geralt is a stubborn thing

You’re a stubborn thing

Y’all love each other

When I say that Geralt is a confusing husband-

I mean that he confuses the fuck out of you

“don’t do that”

“okay”

few minutes later

“I thought you were doing that-”

“You told me not too...?”

“I don’t recall. Do whatever.”

Minutes later.

“What the fuck!?! Don’t do that!”

He’s hard to read and it bugs you

However, it makes a good game out of it

If he ever introduces you as anything but his spouse, you hold a bitter glare while internally plotting

Before you marry, Jaskier hits on you without realizing that Geralt is interested in you

He gulps nervously as soon as it hits him

You might just use that mistake as a way to get back at Geralt for not saying you’re his spouse

Jaskier pleads you not to

like for real

He’s in tears

CuDdLeS!

Congrats, you have a stubborn manbaby for the rest of however long y’all shall live

Kithes

Geralt is a little distant when it comes to admitting his feelings for you at first

When you’re dating, you’re all over each other

Marriage is that but amplified lmao

Braiding his hair

Teasing him not the wink wonk and getting away with it because you’re his spouse

If Jaskier said anything remotely close to the shit you’ve said, Geralt would probably choke him out

But then resuscitate him cause they’re bros

Seeing the softer side of Geralt

Sure, sex, but getting to know each others bodies? Yes.

Soft!Sleepy!Geralt

His deep n husky morning voice telling you to “get your ass back in bed”

Having the excuse of “because I’m his spouse” anytime you do stuff people are too afraid to do

Jealous bb 1 and jealous bb 2 aka Geralt and Y/n

I think Geralt’s the kind of guy to just pick you up, ignore your flailing limbs, and move you out of the way

He takes shit from no one...well, from you SOMETIMES

Gives in to your requests with a sigh and roll of his eyes most of the time

He was protective of you at first

now he’s PrOtEcTiVe so uh

Basically, number one husband, number two bodyguard

you put yourself first for the bodyguard part, but Geralt doesn’t know that

Sherlock Holmes

He asks your family for their blessing, then asks you-

I can imagine Mycroft just ranting away and Sherlock drops to his knee

“What are you doing?”

He ignores his brother and proposes to you

Mycroft is confused and upset because he wanted to rant about meaningless things and Sherlock decided to change the topic

rude

Being married means constant visits from Enola

Probably being the “second parents” to Enola

Gossip with Enola and Eudoria about Sherlock and him as a kiddo

Kicking Sherlock out of the house for sleepovers with his sister

bet

Helping Sherlock with cases

Dealing with Sherlock telling you it isn’t safe

still being upset when he’s right you know it

Finding Enola and Eudoria with him

Snapping at Mycroft for how he treats the girl and everyone else

Threatening Mycroft by just being a badass bitch and telling him to fuck off every now and then

Long story short, you make Enola laugh and Mycroft scoff as he walks away

He’s a stubborn bean, which now that I think about it- aren’t all Henry’s characters?

While he doesn’t say it much, he loves you

You get paranoid with this character too, as he does work that can be very dangerous as well

When he returns, he doesn’t say much aside from that he’s there now and that he loves you

cuddles with him whispering softly,

“I’m here now.” “I’m safe.” “I’m okay.” “I love you.”

Kisses in public either be quick pecks or minute long for goodbyes, but greetings-

especially after being apart for a while?

HC TIME

He comes home on the train and you’re at the station with his siblings

As soon as he spots you, he sets his stuff down because you’re already running at him

You jump into his arms and kiss him hard, not caring in the slightest about the other people at the station

It makes you smile every time he introduces you as his spouse

You’ve heard it so many times yet it still makes your heart flutter every single time

Napoleon Solo

The amount of times you’ve just dropped everything and walked away because he was being ‘too serious”-

You say something, he takes it seriously, you groan and stomp away

But then you know you can do the same back to him

Napoleon is an all around awesome husband but he’s not going to just pretend to agree with stuff

Will correct you no matter how embarrassed you get

Makes up with kisses or stuff idk

Let me be honest, I don’t know much about writing for Napoleon but he is an icon...sometimes

He’s protective

by that I mean he’s stubborn but really it’s his way of keeping you safe

Would probably lock you in your room even though you’re a, a grown ass adult, and b, his spouse for fuck’s sake?!??!

Doesn’t tell you when something’s bothering him unless he feels the need to

“I’m not a fucking mind-reader, Solo!”

“Neither am I but I still manage-”

He doesn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just- emotions and him aren’t the best of friends

Emotions aren’t exactly friends with most of his characters

He’d much rather just speak with actions than admit anything

Sometimes you worry that he’s just fucking with you

When he proposed, it scared the shit out of you ‘cause you thought it was a joke

Never admits to anything willingly...?

Yeah sorry...Idk, that’s all I got :\

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aliwritesfic · 3 years

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The Night Shift part 8 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

Summary: It's time to do what's best for you . . . also fuck Kurt

Warnings: physical violence, emotional abuse, brief mention of trauma

W/C: 2.2k

AN: So.... I'll be honest, I was quite sick when I wrote this (and I'm still not 100% but I'm at like 75% which is good enough) but I have a mentality of not editing or revising my work otherwise I embarrass myself and convince myself I'm The Worst(tm), but I hope this makes sense and the pacing is good <3

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Part 1 Part 9

Frankie was glad to see you finally opening up. Even if that meant tears he couldn’t wipe away, or a hand he couldn’t hold. The last thing he wanted was to put you in a position where you thought the only reason he was helping was to swoop in while you were vulnerable.

You sat next to him in his truck, your eyes were puffy and red from tears that once they started seemed to come in waves of intensity, from a few sniffles to shoulders heaving, gasping for air sobs. Manny sat beside you, holding your hand, which Frankie was grateful for. He was glad to see that you had people that cared about you. When he had messaged Manny that morning, it was more to find out if his suspicions were correct about the ‘friend’ you had talked about while drunk was you.

“You don’t have-“

“We want to,” Manny interjected for the fifth time. It occurred to Frankie that you weren’t used to people wanting to help you. “I’ve been praying that you’ll let me help you.” That made you sob again. You gave another apology, chest heaving as you tried to breathe.

Truthfully, Frankie was also glad that this was an excuse for him to skip talking about his own feelings. His own mind was a muddy mess of flashbacks and night terrors and bouts of anxiety that became so crippling he forgot how to breathe. How well would that have gone down in the little group he now found himself apart of? If he had to guess, about as well as it went down with Portia – pitying looks and urges to see a proper therapist, and a new distance that neither was willing bridge.

Manny answered a call as Frankie drove back. He wasn’t driving anywhere in particular, but when it had become clear you wanted to be anywhere but that bistro, he had suggested the three of you pile into his truck and see where the road took you.

“Mateo, honey, I need to ask you a few things,” Manny said into his phone. Out of the corner of his eye, Frankie saw you lean your head back and squeeze your eyes shut. Frankie wanted to reach out and squeeze your knee, take your hand, do anything to show that he was there, that he wasn’t going anywhere so long as you wanted him around.

Manny’s voice faded into the background as you turned to look at Frankie. He pulled up at a small nature reserve, which was just an algae slicked pond and a few oak trees surrounded by recently mowed grass. Frankie noticed how bloodshot your eyes were.

“You okay?” he asked, realising it was a stupid question.

“I will be,” you said, your voice hoarse. You cleared your throat with a wince. “I’m not upset . . . I’m just overwhelmed. Like, I’ve been holding this all in for so long that once the lid was opened it was impossible to put back on, and now I’ve just gotta let it all out. Does that sound stupid?”

Frankie shook his head. “Not at all.” You smiled weakly at him.

“Bet this is the worst lunch you’ve ever had,” you said.

“Nah, I think it ranks pretty highly,” Frankie said. “Mainly because of the company, though.” You rolled your eyes and Frankie could see the corners of your mouth twitch in an effort to keep a smile away.

“It’s not your fault, you know,” he said softly.

“What isn’t?” You asked, but before he could answer, Manny interjected.

“I’ve found you a new place,” he said. You shot up, confusion written on your face plainly. Manny smiled the type of smile when someone knows they’ve basically saved the day. “That was my dear friend Mateo on the phone. He is taking his first steps towards being a real estate mogul and recently brought a one bedroom apartment to rent out. And because he is such a dear friend and owes me like, a billion favours, I told him the minimum of what your situation was, and he has told me that he’s willing to rent the place to you for lower than market value. A hundred and twenty a week, including water.”

You’re silent for a few moments, and Frankie watched you carefully.

“When can I move in?” you said finally, and Frankie felt an invisible weight lift off your shoulders. He could only imagine how difficult this would be for you; making decisions that would change how you lived in a matter of hours, basically upending your life.

“He can get the keys to us on Wednesday, he’s just got to replace some fixtures and finish painting some walls,” Manny said. You nodded slowly.

“So, I just need to last till Wednesday,” you said.

“You can stay at my place, if you want.” Frankie said quickly, not exactly comfortable with the idea of you staying with Kurt. You had said he was never physically violent, but Frankie also knew how quickly a man could change when they didn’t get their way.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose,” you said carefully. Frankie nodded.

“Of course, you’re my friend, and friends help each other.” Just friends. Only friends. He wasn’t going to take advantage of you in this state just because he had a stupid crush. He had once had a conversation with a pissed off Eve Miller, who was ranting about the guys she thought were her friends instantly making moves the moment she became single. That had solidified Frankie’s resolve to not make moves on women he was friends with – it wasn’t fair to them or to him.

Before you could answer, your phone was ringing loudly. Your face crumpled as you looked at the contact, and Frankie frowned.

Kurt.

You took a deep breath and hit answer. “Hey! What’s up?” Your light and airy tone was at odds with your sombre expression. “No, I have lunch with Manny on Sunday, remember? You’re home already? But –“

Frankie listened to the angry buzzing coming from your phone, his revulsion growing.

“My phone died – no I just went out with Sara last night, she wanted to go to fight night . . . it’s not that short . . . No I didn’t fuck anyone else, Jesus Christ, Kurt! No! Look, I’ll be home soon, we can talk about this then.” You hung up with a shaking hand, your mouth twisting with effort to contain the tears.

Manny met Frankie’s eye over the top of your bowed head and gave a small nod.

“We’ll come with you to get some of your clothes,” Frankie said. “And anything else you need.”

“You’re really too sweet for this,” you muttered with a hiccup. “I’m sorry for dragging the both of you into my shit.”

“I crawled willingly into it,” Manny said breezily, “which I would only do for about five people in this world.”

The trio remained silent for several minutes, interrupted only but the sound of your occasional hiccups. Frankie reached out and patted your shoulder awkwardly, cringing internally while he did. Inexplicably, you leant into his touch, your damp cheek brushing against the back of his hand.

“Can you drive me home so I can get my stuff?” you asked softly. Frankie nodded and turned on the truck.

~*~

You were a ball of anxiety as Frankie pulled into the complex’s parking lot. Kurt’s car was already in the spot reserved for your apartment, sending you to the verge of a full-blown panic attack. You squeezed your eyes shut and counted to ten, then backwards from ten. Distantly, you felt Manny take hold of one of your hands.

“You’ve got this.” Manny’s voice sounded far away. “Francisco and I are behind you one hundred percent.”

“You’re calling the shots,” Frankie said, touching your arm. His hand was warm and calloused, and you didn’t know why that observation seemed to be at the forefront of your mind, but it was. You opened your eyes and met Frankie’s warm brown ones, suddenly feeling infinitely stronger.

You told them what you wanted to do – for you to go in by yourself and for them to wait outside the door, plug their ears if necessary, only come in if they felt like you were in any actual danger. Frankie’s face darkened at this, but to your relief he didn’t protest your plan.

You felt stronger with the two of them behind you. Every single step towards your apartment door solidified your resolve that this was the right thing, that this relationship hadn’t made you happy, fulfilled, in years. The click of your key in the door felt like one of finality.

Kurt sat on the couch, glaring at you. You left the door open a crack as you walked in, hovering by the dining table. You took him in fully and came to the conclusion that you were no longer attracted to this man at all. His skin was reddened by the sun, pale patches around his light blue eyes. His thin mouth was curled into a sneer.

“Care to explain what the fuck you’ve been doing while I was gone?” he said.

“Not really, no.” You replied. “Here’s the thing, Kurtis, you don’t get to go out with your friends for the whole weekend doing who-knows-what then turn around and get angry at me for spending time with the only friend from school that I still have! That’s not fair.”

“And who’s fault is that? You’re the one who pushed them all away!” Kurt stood up and advanced towards you. Normally, you would have taken a step backwards, given him space, but this time you stood your ground, clenching your fists tightly to stop them shaking.

“I’m still allowed to have a social life,” you said, struggling to keep your tone even. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“If you wanna go out and act like a fucking whore-“

“Think what you want, Kurt,” you said, “it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m leaving. You can’t stop me.”

Kurt spluttered for a moment, turning a shade of deep red. “Like fucking HELL you’re leaving me, you bitch!”

“I am!” you shot back. He was only a few inches from you now, so close his breath was hot on your face. “I’m miserable, I don’t love you anymore, and I’m done. I’ve been done for so long I can’t remember a time I was fully invested in this relationship! I deserve better! I deserve love that doesn’t make me so sad it hurts, and I can’t have that with you.”

Kurt’s face twisted into an ugly contortion of the features you once found perfect. “No. Nobody can love you the way I do! Nobody can understand you like I do! If you leave, I won’t want to live anymore. Don’t you remember? I can’t live without you!”

“Then go to a fucking hospital!” you snapped, moving to get past him. Kurt grabbed your wrist tightly. His grip was like a vice, cutting off blood supply to your fingers.

“Let go!” you begged. Kurt tugged you closer, spittle forming at the corners of his mouth, your noses almost touching. He’s going to kill me. Oh my god, he’s actually going to kill me. You saw movement by the door out of the corner of your eye, and your heart swelled.

“You heard her,” Frankie said, “let her go.”

Kurt didn’t let go, but instead gripped harder. He’s completely lost it, you thought dimly, the expression Kurt wore sending true fear into your heart.

“And just who the fuck are you?” Kurt demanded.

“Let her go,” Frankie repeated. He didn’t raise his voice, but you could still hear the power it held. Kurt scoffed and spat at Frankie’s feet.

“This is an issue between me and my girlfriend, now get out of my apartment before I make you.”

Frankie didn’t reply, instead, he strode forward, pushed the sleeves of his flannel over shirt up as he did. Kurt didn’t wait. He pushed you hard against the kitchen bench, knocking the breath out of you and sending a shot of pain through your back, and moved to meet Frankie in the middle of the room.

It happened in an instant, blink and you miss it. Frankie swung, his fist connecting with Kurt’s jaw with a sickening crunch. Kurt went down like a lead balloon, howling as he collapsed on the floor. Frankie stood over him, breathing hard through his nose.

Manny ran forward to help you, holding you to him like the protective brother you had always wished for. It took you a few moments to realise you were shaking, out of fear or adrenaline you didn’t know.

“Come on,” he whispered soothingly, “we gotta get your stuff.” You nodded and let him help you up. You didn’t feel like you were connected with your body like you were watching the whole thing through a separate set of eyes. You saw Frankie standing over Kurt, arms crossed and boot pressing into Kurt’s chest.

Manny held your hand as you walked to your bedroom. You were distantly aware of the aching in your body, your back, and wrist especially. It was Manny who packed your bag for you, grabbing anything he thought you might need. The whole thing was done in less than ten minutes. Before you left you turned to face Kurt.

“I’ll be back sometime this week to get the rest of my stuff. Do not contact me.”

You felt your strength returning to you as you left with Frankie and Manny with you. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could breathe.

Taglist: @hnt-escape @sharkbait77 @1800-fight-me @annathewitch @darnitdraco @frankiecatfish @punkerthanpascal @nakhudanyx @gracie7209 @quica-quica-quica @pintsizemama @phoenix-of-loki

#the night shift #frankie x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales

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regiqoa · 2 years

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2, 5, 9 and 12 for the recent ask game, please! I wanna hear your concerns about any F/O you want to talk about! Happy Easter!!

Dude, THANK YOU. I choose my Champion Leon and fuck it, I'm going all out here.

2) On what do you disagree with other fans of your f/o?

First off: STOP CALLING HIM A HIMBO! Being bad with directions does not make a person devoid of or even defines one's intelligence, for crying out loud! Leon is an incredibly well-rounded and well-developed character and I find it so annoying how the fandom just reduces his entire character to just being bad with directions because they WANT him to be a himbo. I mean, never mind the fact that he's an adored Champion of a region, an amazing big brother to his little brother Hop, how he keeps showing up during your journey whenever an impediment or interruption occurs so you can continue your Gym Challenge without any inconveniences and he deals with the problem like the peace-keeping Champion he is, how he's a very talented battler and a showman AND is shown to be very smart and observant! Here is an incomplete list of times Leon was smart/intelligent:

He is observant enough to tell how much Hop has grown since the last time they saw each other.

He stayed Champion for 10 years. In other words, he learns from every battle he's been in just from pure observation and calculated thinking.

He literally raised Hop, by himself.

This might be just me but I think this "no sense of direction" thing Leon got going on is implied to be an act to amuse Hop (at least in the games only). I mean, Leon had no trouble finding Hop and the player in Slumbering Weald at the beginning of the game.

Second off: He's cisgender and it's canon. Evidence: He has a shirtless scene in the anime (in which not only is his chest very masculine and built but there's also no top surgery scars) and he is seen as a child several times (in which he's not a girl or referred to as one).

In other words, STOP SAYING THAT HE'S TRANS!!! This is going to blow y'all's minds but cis men can have bulging chests, too! Jesus fucking Christ, just stop, it's gross and it's fetishisation at its finest.

5) What’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl?

Hoo boy... Two things in one, and they're both about his Sygna Suit in Pokemon Masters: Not only that it makes him gay JUST BECAUSE of how much skin it shows (so much for "clothes don't define one's sexuality, let alone gender", am I right?) but also that he "finally learned to dress himself because of how amazing it (the Sygna Suit) is". Like... Can you guys MAYBE function in this fandom without infantilising Leon and act like he can't dress himself like he's a child and not like the grown-ass adult that he is? That's fucking CREEPY AND GROSS.

9) Do you distance yourself from other fans of your f/o or their source?

Not always, but I gotta tread very lightly in this fandom as to not only stay away from all the stuff I mentioned above but also from the RaiLeon/TrueRivalShipping shippers that just dON'T TAG THEIR FUCKING SHIT.

12) Aren’t you tired of being nice? This is an excuse to rant.

*Insert the Grinch's evil smile here* Hee hee hee hee hee hee, time to be BRUTALLY HONEST~

The amount of hypocrisy in this fandom, especially regarding Leon, is AS-TOUN-DING. It's like-

Y'all: Clothes don't define a person's gender or their sexuality! Stereotypes shouldn't be used to judge somebody's sexuality or their gender, that's problematic! What one wears and how one talks says nothing about who they are! People are diverse!

Also y'all: lol there's nothing heterosexual or cisgender about that sygna suit leon is gay and trans sorry i don't make the rules uwu

You are basically digging y'all's graves. When that comes back to bite y'all in the butt, don't come saying I didn't warn you, 'k? And I highly doubt y'all portray Leon as trans for "representation" because if y'a'll TRULY cared about canon trans characters, you'd bring light to characters that are ACTUALLY trans, not turn a canon cis character into one. Furthermore, the overwhelming majority of fanart coming from artists who headcanon Leon as transsexual is him being portrayed with those monster-sized tits and it's fucking fetishising, gross and just atrocious.

Most RaiLeon/TrueRivalShipping shippers are low-key racist and it shows in their works: more often than not, Raihan is portrayed as this violent and feral black man who has a fetish for subduing and seeing Leon suffer and considering the bigoted stereotype that black people are violent... Yeah.

Oh, and there's also the part of this fandom who love calling Leon a slutty manwhore because of his Sygna Suit, too, and the double standards are SHOWING. I'm telling you this fandom would NEVER dare to say the same thing about a female character. Pretty sure it would be treated as a sin worst than lust itself.

I rest my case.

RAILEON SHIPPERS AND SJWS DNI

#bomb has been planted #leon #champion leon #leon pokemon #my champion #champion of my heart #champsband #my champsband #my champ #pokemon leon #anti raileon #anti truerivalshipping

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lesbian-deadpool · 3 years

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Take A Slice

Part Seven: Goodbye, My Love

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,002

Warnings: Blackmail, angst, talks of drugs, talks of cheating, forced break up.

Summary: You should have known that it would never last.

A/N: Bold and italics = Text Messages.

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

It had been three, anxiety-filled days since you had received that last text message.

Yet you could feel your time left here counting down.

"Y/N?" Where are you?"

Natasha's soft, husky voice draws you out of your mind.

"Sorry," you say, blinking back into reality. "There's just been a lot on my mind lately."

She made a pitying sound in the back of her throat. "Anything I can help with?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Wade give you a pointed look. As he set up another round of the game, he and Natasha were playing, on the console, he brought over to her apartment.

"No," you shook your head, "I'll sort it out."

"Well, if you ever need me, just ask."

"I know, babe."

"You two are so sweet together. It's sickening."

Your girlfriend laughed at your best friend's dry words, happily taking the controller from him.

Natasha's attention was drawn over her shoulder, watching as you read a message you had just received. The pure look of dread, that you had attempted to hide, covered your face. Causing her eyebrows to scrunch up in curiosity. Anxiety flowing through her, at what might be happening with you.

Little did she know what the message read.

You have two days to get on a plane and never show you face here, ever again.

You didn't want to leave. That much was obvious.

But you had no other choice. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

You had to leave.

For Natasha.

"Who are you texting?" Natasha asked, making you snap your attention up to see her face you already.

Wade's eye's bulging in the reflection of the TV, knowing who it probably was.

"It seems important."

"Hmm? Oh, it's just my cousin, ranting about school. He wants me to go see him soon."

Nice lying, Y/L/N.

Natasha nodded at your lie, turning back to the game at hand. Still suspicious.

"So, how was the test?"

A sense of dread washed over you at her words. You hadn't briefed Wade on the lie you had told her, before rushing from her apartment, a few days ago. And he was far too into his game, to be able to think on his feet.

"What test."

Here we go.

"The one you reminded Y/N about, a few days ago," she clarified, with a small smile.

"I never did that."

You could have stopped him.

You should have stopped him.

But you were stuck to your seat, watching it all unfold before your eyes, unable to do anything to stop it.

"What?" Natasha slowly turned on her spot, beside Wade on her coffee table, to face you. "Y/N? What's going on?"

"Natasha, you're dying-" Wade said, thumbs moving over the controller, with practised speed.

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Natasha-"

"Where did you go that night?"

The dread that previously filled you grew like no other, as Natasha rose from her seat, now facing you head-on.

"Babe, it's a complicated story."

"You don't think I can handle complicated?"

"No, of course, you can-!" You rushed to say.

"You're getting annihilated, Natasha. What are you doing?" Wade save a small chuckle.

"-It's just... it really, really sucks."

"I'm an adult, Y/N," Natasha stated, folding her arms across her chest, "I can handle whatever it is."

You were just about to tell her when she cut you off before you got to say a word.

"Y'know I wouldn't have cared as much if you were fucking other women before we got together. But how dare you cheat on me?"

Of course, she went there.

Who wouldn't, really?

"Wait." You raised your hands. "What? What? You think I'm cheating on you? I wouldn't do that, Nat."

Wade cringed when he suddenly came back into the real world after the game had finished. His shoulder's tensing and eye's bulging.

"I uh..." he drawled, placing his controller down onto the coffee table below him, "I gotta go." And then he ran from the apartment, without a bat of the eye, from either of you.

"Well, what do you expect me to think?!" Natasha yelled, "You lie to me about your test just so you can leave. You've been looking at your phone like you've got some hidden secret- Were you even texting Wade, that night?"

It was time.

Time to be honest. To come clean about everything that had been going on, behind her back.

"No." You shook your head slightly.

"Then who was it?!"

"I'm being blackmailed!"

Well... maybe you could have said it better than that.

Natasha looked at you like you had grown another head, mouth bobbing as she tried to find the right words to say. That is until she just blurted, "What?!"

"I got a text a few weeks ago from someone- Rumlow! I got a text from him! And he. He somehow had a copy of the video we made together, I'm pretty sure he hacked my phone. But he's been blackmailing me."

"Y/N. Y/N. What are you talking about?" She stopped your rambling explanation. "This is crazy. If this is just a lie, so I won't think you're cheating on me-"

"It's not! You know me, I wouldn't do this shit. And even if I did, I'm fucking smart enough not to use this as an excuse."

Reaching into your pocket you griped your phone, pulling up all of the texts between you and Rumlow, starting from the beginning. "Here, see."

"You fucked his girlfriend?" Natasha asked after a few anxious minutes of her flicking through the texts.

"Yes, but that was so long ago, I totally forgot about her up until now. She told me she was single! I'm not a fucking homewrecker."

"Well, what does he want from you? Money?"

"No. At first, he made me drop off drugs for him-"

"He did what?!"

You ignored her yell, instead choosing to continue your sentence.

"But now he just wants me out of the school."

"What?" she asked, breath stolen away by the shock you statement had caused her.

"I've already put in my transfer- I know I'm an asshole! And an idiot, and I should- I should have told you all of this way before now. I should have told you the day I got the first texts! It's just..." you heaved a great sigh, "I wanted to spend as much time with you, in denial to the real world, for as long as I could. It was selfish of me, and it wasn't fair to you. And I'm sorry about that. I truly am, Nat."

Tears welled up in her eyes but never trailed down her soft, beautiful face. One of the only other trace of the salty drops, was evident in her voice, as she spoke.

"Why? Why? If you would have just told me all fo this was going on, when it first began, it could have been fixed by now. You wouldn't have to leave."

"Well, as I said before," you started, "I'm an idiot... I thought I could handle it myself. Turns out, I could only make things worse."

So much fucking worse.

Natasha chuckled wetly, "You think?"

"I'm sorry." Tears began to roll down your face. "I'm so fucking sorry."

"I know you are."

***

The last two days you had together went quickly.

Way too quickly.

And now it was time for you to say goodbye.

Natasha had offered to drive you to the airport. Which you gladly took.

You had said goodbye to Wade before you left. He almost wouldn't let go of you, as he hugged you goodbye, tightly.

Anxiety and dread filled you, causing you to fiddle with anything and everything. Eye's filtering from one thing to another, and another, and another. All the while, Natasha locked up her car. The red-head coming to stand beside you, noticing your state right away. Instinctively you pulled your cigarettes from your pocket, before realizing you were trying to quit, then pushed them back into their previous place.

"For God's sake, Y/N. Just have a smoke."

"But you don't like-"

"Just-" She pulled your packet of cigarettes out of your pants, and gently pushed one into your mouth, "You're stressed. You need to calm your nerves."

You nodded after a few moments of your eyes shifting from side to side as you thought before you gave in and lit the stick.

The walk from the car towards the airport, and then to the gate you were meant to board your plane on, was simultaneously the longest and shortest walk of your life. And before you know it. It was time for you to leave.

"If you don't let go of me now, I'm not going to be able to leave."

"Good. Don't go. Stay," Natasha was so incredibly close to begging you, holding onto the lapels of your jacket, hoping that that small action would get you to stay with her.

"I can't," you whispered hoarsely, tears burning your eyes, "You know I can't, I have to go. I can't ruin your life, Natasha."

"I don't care! I want you."

"Don't be stupid. This is what you're destined to be. You love your job, and you're a fantastic teacher. I can't take that away from you, and you know that."

"But I don't want to lose you." Tears poured from her eyes, and down her soft milky cheeks.

"And I don't want to lose you. But sometimes we have to lose what we love."

"What?" Natasha asked breathlessly.

"What?"

"You love me?"

"I... yes," you whispered, "I do. I love you."

More salty tears spilt from her eyes, but you didn't have enough time to even try to wipe them away before you were pulled into a passionate kiss.

"I love you too," was husked against your lips, "I love you, so much." Then her lips returned to yours.

Peck after peck. You both took as much as you could, until the moment you were dragged away.

The last boarding reminder rang in the air.

"I really have to go now."

"I know. I know."

But Natasha still never let go of your jacket.

Your eyes were full of sadness as you raised your hands and gently pulled hers from you.

"I love you," you said one last time. Getting the same back.

The red-headed woman never once stopped crying as she watched you board the plane, and then when the plane took off and disappeared from her view.

That's it.

It was over.

You were gone.

***

Stepping off of the plane, and into the large airport. The warm sun, flowing through the shiny floor to ceiling windows, as you walked through the crisp white building, spotting the one person who promised to meet you when you got there.

"There's the troublemaker!" Tony smiled, playfully, "It was only a matter of time."

"Do you ever know when to stop?" You asked the man who threw his arm around your shoulder's, pulling you into a side hug as you walked to grab you bags.

"Nope. You should know this by now."

You let out a humorous sound that seemed to be a mix between a scoff and a chuckle, as you shook your head.

Looking over, Tony could tell you were heartbroken. And he would be here for you.

Every step of the way.

"C'mon, there's a room all set up for you in my place. You'll have a good home there."

"Thanks, Tony," you said, staring him in the eyes, yours showing him just how grateful you were, "I like the beard you're growing in." You poinded to your own chin, in reference to the mans newly sprouted stubble.

"It's actually a goatee, thank you very much."

"Oh, my mistake."

Maybe. Just maybe, things would be so bad here in L.A..

This might just be the fresh start you were craving for.

You were kidding yourself by dating your teacher, anyway.

Things like that never worked out.***

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Watching You

Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: Walter did not like to waste time on stupid things, and being asked by some young troublemaker to start following an ex-girlfriend around fell under that category. At least, it did, until he found out just who the ex-girlfriend was.

Words: 2334

Warnings: Cursing. Slight smut. Not Edited or anything of the sort, so expect little!

Note: This is just something I had saved that I thought I’d post while I finish up the Vampire Henry Series (Unexpectedly Bitten). I plan to post the rest of that fic all at once, most likely this weekend. As always, comments are appreciated :)

What a no-good loser. That’s what Walter thought the second Jimmy Masters walked through the front door of his office on a Saturday evening. He was a good six inches shorter than Walter, much scrawnier, ten years younger at least, and in desperate need of a haircut. He was the kind of kid Walter hated, the kind of kid that had probably seen the inside of a jailcell for a night or two for some stupid, petty crime, yet refused to learn his lesson.

Walter’s eyebrow arched in disinterest and he sat back in his chair, arms crossed as a coworker led the kid inside.

“We think this falls in your area, Marshall.”

Walter had only nodded and told the boy to sit to explain his reason for interrupting the first moment of peace in the day.

“I got a friend who says detectives know how to follow people real well,” Jimmy said, his voice an aggravating tone that Walter already couldn’t stand.

Walter cleared his throat. “Your friend is rather astute.”

“What?”

The detective blew out a breath, exhausted after speaking with the kid for less than a minute. “Just tell me what you want.” And when Jimmy was done with his pitch, Walter said with a sigh, “You want me to follow a girl that clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you?”

“No, man. She loves me. She does. She’s just confused right now, and I gotta make sure there’s no other guy, ya know? I don’t want her messing around. It’s disrespectful.”

Walter heaved out another long sigh, rubbing at his temples. “But she’s your ex-girlfriend.”

Jimmy shook his head, his shaggy, dusty-blond hair swaying vigorously with the motion. “That’s temporary.”

Snorting, Walter sat up in his chair. “Sure it is. Look, you think maybe she just isn’t interested anymore?”

“Hey, I’m not here for additional commentary. Can you help me or not?”

“From what you’ve said, she’s not breaking any laws, she’s not a danger to herself or others, so I have no reason to—”

“Please, man. Please,” Jimmy said, putting his palms together in lame prayer. Walter was sure this boy hadn’t prayed to anything in his entire life. “I’ll never step foot in here again if you help me out just this once.”

Walter eyed the kid, trying to weight the pros and cons of wasting his time on something so inane, but if it got the little, blond twit to go away, then he figured there were worse things. It had been a slow week as it was. He groaned and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. “Fine. What’s her name?”

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“Walter,” You said, trying to hold back any emotion in your voice as you moved aside to let him pass the threshold into your small apartment. As habit had it, you were much happier to see him than you wished. Walter always had a way of lighting your every nerve on fire from just your bodies being in the same room. You couldn’t help wanting him, missing him, but you hid it well.

As he walked in, his body trailed the outside chill behind, sending a shiver down your spine. Then he pulled the beanie you’d bought him off his head and turned to face you. Though the irritated look on his face was not an uncommon one, you didn’t appreciate it directed at you.

You crossed your arms. “Well?” Walter hung around quite often until you had asked him to quit it, and though he didn’t usually listen to you--putting his own concerns above your wishes--you knew he held a respect for you that made him at least try to keep his distance. If he was stopping by now…well, it could only bring you trouble, but not seeing his face in so long had you more lenient.

“Why is some punk walking into my precinct and asking me to follow you?”

Your eyebrows rose. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. How many punks could you possibly have hanging around?”

Being a decade older, Walter often made you laugh at his distaste for younger adults. You were the one exception, he’d always said, but all others were ‘punks.’ He feared the day Faye had to deal with boys your age, if she were ever so unlucky. “You met Jimmy?”

His fists kept clenching and unclenching, his shoulders somehow broadened, and the frown on his face made his eyebrows pinch and dip deep. “This idiot is really attached to you, Y/N.”

The more he spoke, the more you realized that ‘irritated’ may have been too sweet a word for what Walter really was. “He just doesn’t like his ego being bruised.”

Walter shrugged off his winter coat and tossed it on the couch as if it was still normal for him to do so, then ran a hand through the dark, messy curls you always loved. “Why the hell are you messing around with a--?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not messing around with him anymore.”

“Well, he seems to think it’s temporary.”

“It’s not.”

Crossing his arms, Walter shook his head like a disappointed parent would at their bratty, misbehaving child; the way you’d seen him look at Faye every time he found out she was spending too much time on social media. “Stay away from this guy, alright?”

“You would tell me to stay away from any guy,” You mumbled to yourself with a snort.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“Do not give me attitude,” He snapped back. “You’re not being safe! If you were, maybe we wouldn’t be having this conversation!"

Instantly, your shoulders stooped and the same old headache began to form. “Not this again, Walt. According to you I’m never safe unless I’m in your line of sight.”

“Yes!” He yelled, stomping your way, stopping just short of ramming his body through yours. “Now if only you could stay in it!”

“You can’t have eyes on me all day every day.”

“The hell I can’t!”

“You promised, Walter.” You let out a small whine. “I told you it was too hard for me to keep seeing you around wherever I went, and you promised you would stop watching me.” You wished it didn’t have to be that way. You wished seeing his face didn’t bring on such a potent punch of pain, but it did. Every single day when you left your apartment, you saw him standing by his car, a coffee cup in hand, unashamedly watching you like some creep. Eventually, you stopped looking in the direction you knew he would be, hoping you may forget he was there at all, but you always felt his eyes on you; such a strong stare, he might as well have been touching you. But you couldn’t take it. Months of your every move being tracked by the man you loved but couldn’t have was taking its toll, and so you begged him to leave you alone, to give you some relief.

“I did stop, and what happened? Barely a month after I made that stupid promise, some dumb, obsessed kid comes asking me to stalk you.”

You leaned back against the wall, growing more exhausted by the minute. “Well, with all the past practice you’ve had watching my every move, I’d say he was rather smart to pick you of all people. Shitty coincidence that he would though, since now I’m getting lectured.”

“I am not lecturing you.”

“Fine, but whatever this is you’re doing here, you’re out of line. My business is not your business anymore. It hasn’t been your business for the last five months.”

“Your little boyfriend came to me,” He said, pointing a finger at his chest, “so yes, it is my bus--”

“It is not!” You bit back. “You could’ve turned him away. You could’ve told him not to follow me around unless he was itching to get a restraining order, but you didn’t, did you? You took this opportunity to check up on me. Again!”

He stepped back, looking as if you had slapped him. His aggressive, guarded barrier of emotions cracked, and you could see the vulnerability he hadn’t shown since your relationship ended.

“Walter” You sighed, “You’re the one who stepped back. You’re the one who said it would be best if we weren’t in a relationship. You said I was a distraction and—”

“I said you’d be at risk, not that you’re a distraction.”

“It doesn’t make a difference.”

“Damn it, Y/N, it does! I only did it because I love you!” He said without hesitation, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know that!”

You blinked. “No, I did not know that! You seriously broke up with me because you love me? That’s ridiculous.”

“I broke up with you to keep you safe, but I clearly suffered for nothing seeing as you put yourself in unsafe situations even without my association.”

You wanted to believe him, so bad, but people don’t leave behind the ones they love. After all, you loved him and the thought of leaving him made you nauseous, even now. When you were together, he may have appeared in love, but after a year he still hadn’t told you and you knew you’d let yourself get a little too hopeful. If you were honest with yourself, him breaking up with you was not as much of a shock as it should’ve been. But as you looked at him now, you could see that he truly believed you already knew.

“It doesn’t make sense that you would do that,” You said. “People don’t just break up with someone they love.”

“Fuck, Y/N, did I ever seem unhappy with you? Did I ever come across like I didn’t want you every second of every day? My every other thought was of you,” He said loudly, like a rant, and you were having a hard time figuring out who he was mad at. “So don’t try to tell me how I felt, and feel now. I still love you and that’s not going to change, but I can’t have criminals, murderers even, coming after you because they are pissed at me for hunting them down or having a case against them. It would take nothing for the average officer or detective to figure out that you and I were together even if we were hiding it. How hard do you think it would be for some psychopath?”

You hadn’t realized a tear slipped down your cheek until you tasted it at the corner of your lips. It was salty but somehow bitter and left a thick burning path along your skin. You quickly wiped it away. “Why didn’t you tell me this months ago?”

“Because, stubborn as you are, you wouldn’t have listened. You would have told me it didn’t matter.” He fell backwards onto the couch, closing his eyes and letting out a groan. “I try to do the right thing. I try to protect you, thinking everything will be fine as long as no one can link you to me, but I can’t…stay away.” His eyes met yours. “And then you beg me to, and it’s excruciating to obey. When I was able to watch over you, it reminded me that I did the right thing. You were safe and I could constantly be reassured of that.”

You walked over to him, your heart thumping with every step, then sat on your knees in front of him, placing your hand atop his own resting on his thigh. His other hand reached for your face and his fingers softly grazed your cheek before they tucked some hair behind your ear. “Walt—”

“That kid…Jimmy,” Walter interrupted as he began tracing the back of your hand with his thumb. “He thinks you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not.”

“You swear?”

“Of course, Walt. I told you--”

“I know,” He said with a single nod of his head. “I know. Maybe I’ll actually get some sleep now.”

You rested your cheek on the inner side of his knee and said, “You could sleep here.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” You bit your lip nervously. You couldn’t even dare to count how many times you’d had sex during the course of your relationship, but now, asking him not to leave made your pulse thrum in your ears.

He leaned forward and looked down at you. “Because I don’t think I can say no to you.”

“Then why would you bother trying,” You whispered without a second thought and slowly inched up on your knees so you could connect your lips with his.

It lasted only a second or two before he broke the kiss, grabbed you by the arm, and yanked you onto his lap. His grip at the back of your neck pulled your mouth to his as your hand slipped between your bodies and quickly started to undo his belt buckle.

“God, baby,” Walter groaned against your lips when you wrapped your fingers around his thick cock and released it from his jeans. He pulled the ratty, old t-shirt of his over your shoulders and softly settled his hands on your hips. “Damn it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…missed these,” He said, placing a kiss on one bare breast, then the other. “I missed you, so much.” He placed his lips to the curve of your neck, then met your eyes. “I miss you every fucking day.”

You kissed his forehead, and his arms tightened around you as you lifted your hips and sank down onto him. “I missed you too, Walter,” You said, but the words melted somewhere within the mix of your moans and his groans.

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