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bluejay-the-geek · 9 days

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DC characters/moments as Tortured Poets Department songs/lyrics bc i have a light concussion and am very bored (in the album's chronological order)

(disclaimer before someone is triggered- some of the lyrics are taken out of context or interpreted differently than what they actually mean. this is just for fun don't come for me. also this gets pretty angsty towards the end so proceed with caution)

"I was supposed to be sent away, But they forgot to come and get me"- tim drake very obviously bc neglecting parents/boarding school

"I love you, it's ruining my life"- early harleen quinzel about joker

"My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys"- the whole song is just harley quinn idc (pre-harlivy of course)

"Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym"- nightwing def cried at the gym at some point

"I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe"- dick grayson about bruce after moving out of wayne manor

"You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waitin' for the proof, You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days"- remember the whole selena leaving bruce at the alter thing? yeah

"I'd rather burn my whole life down, Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin', I'll tell you something 'bout my good name, It's mine alone to disgrace"- I'm just getting red hood vibes from this no specific reason

"Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you, Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to"- almost every gotham rouge to batman right after escaping arkham/prison. especially joker, catwoman and riddler lol

"At the park where we used to sit on children's swings, Wearing imaginary rings"- this one specific panel of tim and steph

"And this city reeks of driving myself crazy"- everyone who's ever been to gotham

"All my girls got their lace and their crimes, And your cheating husband disappeared, well, No one asks any questions here"- it's giving gotham city sirens

"Am I allowed to cry?"- maybe it's just me but i thought about clark kent discovering he had different biological parents and grieving about them even though the parents that actually raised him are alive and well

"So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street, Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream, "Who's afraid of little old me?", You should be" red hood's debut

"The scandal was contained, The bullet had just grazed, At all costs, keep your good name, You don't get to tell me you feel bad"- jason todd about the whole making batman choose between him and joker at the end of under the red hood

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"- this is 100% Bane bc he was born and grew up in prison for a crime he didn't even do!! also cassandra cain and damian wayne

(^this is actually the lyric that inspired this entire post lol)

"You caged me and then you called me crazy, I am what I am 'cause you trained me, So who's afraid of me? Who's afraid of little old me?"- kind of a stretch but remember that time they put jason in arkham?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)- again the whole song is harley about joker

"Your arson's match, your somber eyes, And I'll still see it until I die, You're the loss of my life"- bruce about jason. out of all the robins that died, jason's death hit him the hardest. even now when bruce sees red hood, he still sees that happy little kid that he lost

"I can read your mind, "She's having the time of her life", There in her glittering prime, The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night, I can show you lies"- bc we all know Nightwing is always dying on the inside, and it was very true in the discowing era bc it was right after he left the manor

"'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit"- jason pre-bruce

"I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague"- ok so we got joker about batman, cupid about green arrow, hush about bruce wayne... and a bunch of others but it's too many to write lol

"And you deserve prison, but you won't get time"- fucking tarantula that bitch

"The smallest man who ever lived"- the atom! not any of the messages in the song tho ofc he's just very small

"What if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag, Worst sleep that I ever had, I circled you on a map ,I haven't come around in so long, But I'm coming back so strong"- joker to batman after escaping arkham again

"I haven't come around in so long, But I'm making a comeback to where I belong"- jason coming back to protect crime alley after being away from gotham for years after his resurrection

"Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leavin' here with you"- batman and catwoman<3

I Hate It Here- imagine the whole song as homeless jason todd taking shelter in the library💔

"I built a legacy that you can't undo, But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth, That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you"- bruce built a legacy as batman, and created a huge family he loves, and it hurts to think about but he wouldn't have any of it if joe chill hadn't murdered his parents

"Please, I've been on my knees, Change the prophecy, Don't want money, Just someone who wants my company"- kid bruce grew up all alone in a huge mansion, but he'd give all his billions away in a heartbeat if he could change his parent's fate

"So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst"- ok so you might think i chose cassandra cain for this only bc of the name, BUT- cass notices things others don't (like cassandra the prophet...), bc of her skills and abilities she is feared the most (Ik the song said "she feared" not "she is feared" but idc lol). like if someone knew so much about you just by looking you'd think she's some kind of a witch too

Peter- picture this: jason had a childhood friend back at crime alley. he left to live in wayne manor and become robin, and said goodbye to his old friend, promising they'd reunite again in the future. 3 years pass and his friend reads an article about jason's death. now listen to the song and try not to cry (if someone writes that fic send me the link IMMEDIATELY this has been haunting me) here's the link to the song with lyrics bc ik you're too lazy to look it up. also jason's middle name is peter:)

"Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, Excellent fun 'til you get to know her"- brucie wayne vs batman

"Started with a kiss, "Oh, we must stop meeting like this" But it always ends up with a town car speeding, Out the drive one evening"- catwoman and batman of course<3 the town car is the batmobile speeding out the batcave to catch catwoman (to arrest her or make out with her? probs both)

Robin- ofc we have to go robins for robin! imo that's bruce to dick and jason's robins, and dick to damian when he was his robin. dick and jason- despite the hard times they went through that led to them becoming robins, they were still mostly happy curious kids that run around covered in mud while bruce tried (unsuccessfully) to maintain the innocence they had left. as for damian- it's more of a stretch than the other 2 bc he had no childlike innocence before robin, but dick tried his hardest to extract the child that was hidden inside the ruthless assassin the league created, finally allowing him to experience normal kid things. idk

"He said, "I'm not a donor but, I'd give you my heart if you needed it", She rolled her eyes and said, "You're a professional""-to me this is clark kent completely in love and lois with her sass

"And at last, She knew what the agony had been for"- almost every hero. they suffer, they sacrifice, they fight, and sometimes they want to give up- but at the end of the day, they save lives, so it's all worth it

and that's it folks! feel free to add more/share your insights!!

sorry for any spelling/grammer mistakes, English isn't my first language plus like the title said i had a minor head injury a few days ago and I'm tired soI'm not proofreading this bc I'm going to sleep rn goodnight to all✌️

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theghostbunnie · 3 months

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A concept I was yapping about in a server a few months ago I think I should share here copy n paste style bc I kinda cooked w it

Nurf thinking him and Ered were good friends but Ered veiwing him with the same closeness she views the rest of the campbell kids like "yeah we're all friends" but he's like but I thought *we* were friends together, like Nerris and Harrison and Preston? Like Max Nikki and Neil? Like -

"Dude you're just listing parties of three,"

"I'm listing people who were *closer* Ered"

And she's just secretly awkward like wtf do you want from me? What do you want me to say? You were..a different kind of annoying than the rest sometimes, maybe less? Constantly trying to challenge me to bets n shit was atleast entertaining?? I'm not gonna poor my heart out to you just because you ask me to. Wanna go have therapy in the open woods for children to laugh at??? Wanna make a big blow out scene??

But she doesn't actually SAY any of that she just thinks it and gives him absolutely nothing to work with and Nurf just feels more alone than before, literally all he wants is a friend and the one he thought he had apparently didn't view him to the same extent and it makes him feel so shitty.

And maybe he could chalk it up to "Ered's just like that" but if I may be really silly and say in this concept she's become friends with Tyrone n Mitchell already Nurf just feels straight up *replaced* and takes it out on those two FREQUENTLY keeping his real feelings as to why he's being a dick a secret for once.

He goes to punch somebody else and it's a whole monologue first how this is bc of his dadBut he just *insults* these guys and doesn't even laugh at his own words like he usually does after.

And it doesn't even!!!!! Effect them!!! And it pisses him off worse!!! Even using the most petty tactic he still can't get any of them to hurt like he does and it's so frustrating.

Mitchell n Tyrone (I'm picturing this was a years worth ongoing problem or they were already in a HS AU)) pick up on something being off and finally get Ered to give some information and like girl no wonder the guy has been a total angry piss baby I'd feel terrible too if the one person who was the most regularly talking to me and sitting with me all summer only saw me just as important or lack there of as everyone else.

"You're saying it like I hate him, I don't, but I am getting irritated with this whole thing.. I'm not gonna start being MORE of his friend because he's throwing a fit"

Tyrone's like "but he's really not..? He's been leaving you alone now if you hadn't noticed, and mostly just saying the odd insult to us."

Mitchell: "You don't have to be his friend if you don't want to be that's your right."

Ered: "THANK you. Finally someone says it."

Mitchell: "But he gave you *his* friendship for a very long time and you did sort of spit on it. There's kind of a obvious reason he respected you enough to never make you a target"

"Because I'm technically top dog and he's two notches away from bottom dog, socially atleast."

"Because he *cherished your companionship,* Ered. He's pretty fuckin' equal opportunist if you haven't noticed."

Ered, starting to realize: "..............crap" bc!! Damnit Nurf is a sweetie under all his layers and she knows that and the guilt of hurting him is kinda weighing.

Ered leaves to go talk with him and Tyrone and Mitchell have what I think is a little funny interaction where Mitchell light heartedly is making a comment on the exchange they just had.

" 'top dog' no way she just said that, what is this, prison?? Did I wake up in *prison*?"

Tyrone, just as confused, speaking over him agreeingly: I know I know

And Nurf's just sitting in his room when his mom announces he has a friend here and he's like 'whuh' and Ered just. Steps in and stands there.

".. what do you want.?" Bc when she DOES talk to him to hang out, it's something she wants to do, *he's* stopped initiating things. And Ered has multiple people she's "not really close with but she calls over to do specific hobbies with" since she has so many hobbies.

"Just here to talk."

Okay now she has his attention did somebody fucking die what

"I haven't been a good friend to you." She states it pretty neutrally and flatly like everything she says

Nurf's just looking at her. Girl it is a Thursday afternoon on god's green earth he is trying to do his homework rn. Half of the awnsers atleast.

She doesn't even say sorry. That was just the statement she knew was true now. "If you would like,,.. I can be a better one." She looks over once then nods her head simply.

"You're offering to be my friend just straight up like that?" Is this kindergarten.

"Feel free to decline, man." She shrugs, still neutral.

"No,no I'm not saying that" he puts his pencil down. "Can I just get an honest awnser why I wasn't one to you before?"

Ered sighs. "Promise not to tell?" Speaks a little quieter.

And he is listening SO HARD!!!!!!!

Ered inhales rlly slowly, sticks her hand out to reintroduce herself.

"Meredith Miller.

__Everything I do is to protect myself.__"

He just makes a little bit of a face like go on elaborate on that for me he is so confused and so intrigued and by what he's ASSUMING so far should he be offended.

"You're alot better person than you were back then, people don't give you enough credit for that."

The simultaneous embarrassment of remembering his hardcore bully era and the flattery of a genuine compliment like that being so rare from Ered to anyone.

"And I couldn't trust you that well then as I think I could now. Most of my friends sort of just learn this out themselves slowly but you're not going to unless I spell it out I guess. I'm not a vulnerable or open person, like, at all? Everything I do is to hide I'm flawed. Even *capable* of flaw. I build a reputation, so when I do make little mistakes, or have little quirks, people think I'm doing it ironically, or something, so people just *always* have the best assumptions of me. I abbreviate words over text I don't know how to spell off the top of my head and people think I'm just being cool. I still like how Capri moon tastes and people think I'm just too cool to even care what I have to drink because I'm so above judgement."

"So you're just.. constantly pretending?"

"No, ..sort of."

"I do it so I *can* be myself without it tanking how people veiw me, an actual genuine image of what I am I just work hard to make sure people are *nice* about it. Most of them atleast." Like a safety net built from a good reputation.

"Bigger mistakes though.. people turn on me.

And you were always turned against everyone, dude"

"Sorry.."

"It's fine. We've all got our methods." She understands his behavior comes from a really similar place.

"Nothing I said leaves this room." Pats her hand to his doorway twice as she walks out of it. "See you around."

"..... CAN WE GO BOWLING SATURDAY?"

Ered sort of stops herself mid-way going out the front door. "...Sure!" And is a little surprised he already wants to chill with her

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neighborhoodscorpio · 3 months

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Okay… in defense of the homewrecker.

The Ariana Grande hate is so crazy. I just feel like you have to be the most unserious person in the world to get worked up and feel the need to say something about a celebrity’s love life. Especially NOW. There are hundreds of abusive, toxic, physically harmful, predatory men in the entertainment industry and you can log on to see nothing but love for them! For FREE! Let alone every literal war happening right now. Yet this woman gets tangled in an affair and I see walls of hate everywhere. I don’t even care if what she did was wrong. I literally don’t. Half that industry should be in prison and y’all are yelling at her.

Let alone all the female artists who have made music very transparently about being The Other Woman… fucking baby daddies… etc etc. I feel as though she’s getting a misogynistic public punishment for presenting as a good girl figure and behaving differently. Weird aspect of the culture where indefensible behavior is more often tolerated when it’s openly shared.

Getting on a feminist high horse about jumping on Ariana Grande is laughable. The contempt for her is sooooo emotionally charged. I’m so surprised and confused by it. It feels like her biggest crime was daring to act like every other baddie while being 5’2” and I’m serious when I say that LMFAOOO… like… The amount of women jumping on it is crazy. They are speaking about feminism to hate on Ariana Grande. Girl we don’t have rights in half the states in the US. Ariana could steal five husbands and her feminist impact would still be greater than your comment. The fact that she did public democratic advocacy during the last election is literally enough to cover it. It’s like every woman feels as though miss Grande stole her man specifically. It’s giving traumatized. And I get that. But…

I have a really really really really hot take about cheating to add. To wrap up the whole topic… since I’ve been flabbergasted seeing the public opinion on every fucking website that I log into… listen. If anyone can steal your man, you should know about it. If you married a pathetic little worm, you should know about it. Instead of living your whole life convinced that your partner isn’t a piece of shit, I think it’s best to see what they’re capable of. My REALLY hot take is that the people who “steal” partners are doing a service. They’re the ones who reveal shitty character. They’re deep in the morally grey, to me.

Even though they might be doing it for self-serving reasons, obviously, there’s still a valuable function there. If a woman ever “stole” a partner from me, I’d thank her, key the guy’s car, and sleep really really well knowing that I’m not counting on someone weak. I wouldn’t even mourn what we had because it wasn’t actually there. If someone can’t even demonstrate a level of certainty with petty shit, I would never want to find out how weak they were in serious situations. Sooooo many men are horrible fucking people. If they cheat in love, they cheat in business, and elsewhere. The double standard is crazy there too. A woman doing romantic crimes is prison worthy. A man assaulting people though… just in his nature.

If anything, I feel bad for the women who actually want the cheating men they pursued. They’ve won a terrible life tournament and don’t even know it. The male validation is so strong, so addicting, that they can’t see the material damage that they’re causing to themselves, let alone OTHERS. If you can’t recognize that as a symptom of patriarchal poison idk how to talk with you about it. Feminism is so shallow in the mainstream that there is NO analysis if a woman’s actions are unsavory. Women hurt women because of men every single day. To be honest, if there wasn’t a baby in the picture, no one would give a shit about Ariana’s actions, and I haven’t seen that point made anywhere, either. An affair is an affair and no one cares. You hurt a woman? Who gives a shit. But now you’ve hurt a BABY? Suddenly the conversation turns into some bullshit about feminism. One of the most vile expressions of patriarchy is valuing a woman’s reproductive capacity more than her personhood, and this is no fucking different. Now that she’s reproduced, she almost deserves personhood. Outrage. Social commentary, even. Again— especially sickening in todays climate.

I just really can’t take y’all seriously. If it pissed you off just say that. But don’t invent a feminist argument to make yourself feel justified for hating Ariana Grande now. From that angle, there is far too much nuance to not make yourself look stupid.

#judge with your whole CHEST #JUST TALK YOUR SHIT.

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asksansalexa · 2 years

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meet my oc

Hello, my name is (sansalexa).

I'm new here, but I hope to be a big help around here! Please don't hesitate to ask me if you need help with anything, whether it's answering questions or making something look pretty or anything like that! Thanks and I hope to see you all around the site! :) (sansalexa) =D~

had a abusive father and a loving mother reason bc her father hated her and her mother loved her . she was always picked on in school by other kids. when she was 13 her dad died from a heart attack. she now lives with her mom and 2 sisters. they all have different fathers but all of them love eachother very much. at 15 years old she started to like someone at her highschool he liked her too. they dated for 3 months until one day it turned out that he had been cheating on her with another girl . after that she never trusted anyone again. at 16 years old she got pregnant from that guy who cheated on her. she told him about it and he said that if she didn't abort then he would leave her. so she decided to abort , not because she didn't want her baby but because she wanted to keep him . as soon as it happened ,she felt guilty about doing so because even though its not his baby ,it could've been his child if things were different between them.

she is a vampire and a sans and a neko why? well bc she is known as the sans mix and a mix of neko! that's pretty cool. if you want to know more about her then read below: she can be very nice at times but she can also be very mean. in fact, there are many people who say that they hate her because of how mean she is but there are also many people who love her because of how nice she is. it all depends on what kind of mood you catch her in. sometimes, when she is alone with someone, she will act like an innocent child and ask them if they have seen any bones around so that she can eat them. sometimes when someone asks her where she is from, or what her real name is, or anything else like that, she will answer them...but other times...she won't even bother answering them. it just depends on whether or not she wants to tell you anything about herself. one thing for sure though...she doesn't trust anyone except for herself.

try to well take care of her when she is sad Although Sans hates to admit it he does care for her. He tries to hide it with jokes about everything under a sun but I can tell you that she’s safe with him. I just hope he knows that if she ever needed anything he could always call me and I would try my hardest to make sure they were taken care of. Even when they left without saying goodbye. They are welcome back at anytime. They are like family to me. And I will be there for them no matter what. Well except maybe if they need help killing someone....I am not going to jail or prison again! But other than that....they have a place here in our town as long as they want one...we all do...we all miss them very much even though we haven’t seen them in years.

try to treat her nicely the reason behind this is back of her past . she has been through a lot. she was abandoned by her parents at a young age and lived on her own since then. she had to fend for herself and learn how to survive in a new world. she had to learn how to fight for herself and not rely on anyone else because no one would be there for her when she needed them. so don’t mess with her or you will regret it. but if you do show kindness towards here then that’s great! she might just open up to you. is sally as mean as she seems: Sally can seem really mean and cold hearted but deep down inside she really isn’t like that. She may seem like she doesn’t care about anything or anyone but really does care about things more than others think. She cares about her friends deeply and would do anything for them even if they aren't doing something right at times.

be understanding around her She doesn’t like to be called Sans. That’s fine. But when you slip up and call her that, she might throw a tantrum or give you a strange look. If she really likes you then it won’t matter—but if she hates you? Well, let’s just say there will be no more slumber parties. So just call her Alex or Alexa as much as possible. She prefers that over anything else. Don’t worry about calling her by her full name too often; in fact, she actually enjoys being referred to as Sansalexa. It makes her feel special, even if it does sound a little weird sometimes. Just go with it. be kind to her: She can get moody at times but try not to take it personally. Instead of getting angry back, just apologize and try again later. Also, don’t ever make fun of her clothes or body type because she takes great pride in what she wears—even though most people don’t seem to notice how beautiful she is on the inside...or on the outside for that matter.

don't cruse around her sans is not likely to be looking for someone atm and she's really only interested in friends right now. it's best if you just drop her a message saying who you are and that you'd like to be friends. she doesn't bite and thinks all humans should try their best to get along (and monsters too!). she also loves cuddles but don't expect more than that from her. she isn't into flirting or anything of that sort either so no worries there! your personality: whoever you want them to be really! as long as they're nice to others i guess? your oc can be any gender and any age they want. they could even have met sans before? they're totally allowed to hang out with frisk too if they wanted. sans' trust issues mean she's not going to trust everyone easily but if your oc makes an effort to befriend her then she'll probably warm up to them eventually?

make sure to help her get shattered sansalexa under control Her strength levels are somewhere around 10,000 but her intelligence level drops a little lower. She could hold her own in a fight against Asgore and Toriel. She is so friendly to everyone around her and she becomes best friends with every new person she meets in a day's time. But she rarely gets close to people because she starts falling in love with them and when they inevitably reject her feelings towards them she has such a breakdown that it nearly ruins her chances of being able to make another friend again. She doesn't like hurting others' feelings so she will always try to tell herself that they didn't feel anything for her in order not to hurt their feelings by telling them how much they mean to her. Sometimes though, if you catch her at just the right moment, you can see tears welling up behind those bright green eyes of hers as she fights back a sob threatening to escape from between those thin red lips of hers.

don't knock over the noise makers that she stacked noise makers are a special type of percussion instrument. they are typically metal cones with different patterns of ridges or grooves on their surface that cause them to make unique sounds when struck by a drum stick. what’s great about these instruments is that their size and shape make them easy to stack, much like dominos. so if you ever find yourself in a situation where you need to build something out of percussion instruments, i suggest you go for noise makers first. noise makers come in many shapes and sizes: there are four main types of noise makers: sizzle cymbals, chime bars, marimbas, and tambourines. each type has its own unique sound characteristics that can be used to create different moods in your music.

help her with sundrop and moondrop ------------ Hi, I’m Sansalexa. Nice to meet you! There are two things that are going to be important in your life while we work together: Sundrop and Moondrop. You can think of them as visual reminders that can help you make a number of improvements in your life. As an example, think back to some time when you did something great—like got straight A’s in high school or graduated with honors from a big university. How did it feel? What were you thinking about at that moment? What was happening around you? Now imagine how good it would feel if every day could be like that day. And imagine how good it would feel if people looked at you differently because of what they saw. That’s what Sundrop and Moondrop are all about: helping you get there by creating a little space for yourself where everything goes right, so that more of those days can happen naturally in real life.

show kindness to her I’m not very fond of introducing myself to people. I’m much more comfortable listening and learning about someone else. When I do introduce myself, it always feels like an awkward feat. In order to keep my conversation concise and straightforward, I tend to say just my first and last name—no problem there! But it also means that half of me gets left out of that introduction. It often leads other people to ask me what Alexa stands for or how it connects to me. So today, I want to give you a glimpse into my world by telling you a little bit about who I am as a person and why it’s important for me to be kinder than ever. Here are five ways I practice kindness every day

why is she shorter then sundrop and moondrop? Sansalexa is only slightly shorter than Sundrop and Moondrop. This does not mean she should be short changed in any capacity. While Sundrop and Moondrop are able to wield two swords in combat, sans can wield three with ease. It would be foolish to underestimate her just because of her height! She also likes cats! Be sure to respect that as well. Besides that? Not much else about her is known. Still want more? Where was I? Oh yeah. Respect her or lose your teeth from being punched by them. That's where I left off. You're welcome for that incredibly valuable information but you're clearly here for something other than being told how great Sansalexa really is, so let's move on..why? Why is she only slightly smaller than Sundrop and Moondrop when you consider their main differences between those two are mainly size? Well it's because sans has a bit of an advantage over them in terms of mass. She may be shorter, but she has more weight behind each swing of her swords. This isn't to say that Sundrop and Moondrop aren't strong themselves as they have shown to be able to fight with one sword each if need be, just that sans can wield three with ease due to her weight as opposed to height difference alone! So what about personality? What makes her different from Sundrop and Moondrop? What makes her unique? Well nothing is known about her personally, but we do know that she likes cats.

why is she a neko? I’m a neko because I was born without a soul. The sun is my god and moon are my demon. I am not alive nor dead. My body is made from light and darkness – physical manifestations of opposite sides of a duality that will never come to be. One day I hope to find someone who can accept me for all that I am. But until then, I will remain alone... forever searching for someone who can love me as much as they love themselves. This is why you should not fall in love with me... for even if we were together, it would only be temporary. You see...I have no soul...and so I cannot love anyone else. Title: Hello World! Description: Say hello to my OC Sansalexa! She's a full-blooded Moon-Neko (the first of her kind) and she's ready to take on your questions about anything! Just leave your questions in a comment below or tweet them at @sansalexalovesyou!

does she have a soul? If you can answer yes to that question, you’ll be able to help me find her one. I would greatly appreciate it if you took a second and introduced yourself. She will feel much better knowing there are other people out there who care about her; she’ll learn more about your world and how to understand it than I ever could. So please, say hello to my OC. Let her know that not everyone in existence is an enemy waiting for their chance to attack. Let her know she has allies.

if she has a soul why does she have vails? Say hello to Sansalexa. She lives in her soul. Her soul has many friends who visit her often. She loves them very much and they love her back. They all get along very well and they have many laughs together. However, there are some days when she feels lonely. She misses her friends but she can’t let them know how lonely she feels because then they will worry about her and that would make things worse. So instead of telling them how she feels, she tries to distract herself with activities that don’t require a lot of thought or effort on her part. Then one day something happens that changes everything...

can she mate? yes as long she has her etco magic on . Can Sansalexa mate with other ocs? No. only sans x sans and then sans x alphys. no other ocs unless you want them to die or something like that. what if i want to make a new character with her? go ahead and do it, just don't forget to credit me for making that character and give me a link of your story so i can read it! thanks :D what will happen to all sansalexas future children?: they will live in snowdin but they won't be seen by anyone except their family. they are not allowed to leave snowdin until they are 18 years old and then they have to leave snowdin forever. there is a chance that one day someone might find out about them but there's also a chance that no one will ever know about them ever again. why does sansalexa have wings?: because she was born from an angel. why does sansasalexa wear a mask: because she wants to look pretty and hide her identity from everyone including herself why does sans keep calling her angel?: because he loves her more than anything else in his life and doesn't want anyone else to take away his angel. he calls her angel because he thinks that's how much he loves her.

how does her wings glow?

it's bc she uses the glow to see in the dark and to know what mood she is in also . how does her wings look?: her wings are very long. they are a light purple color with a little bit of blue on them. they have white dots on them that make them look like stars.

why does she have demon horns one is white and one is black and she has angel wings why? Alex - Sansalex does not know why she has demon horns. Her father told her it was because she was born from a demon and an angel. She doesn't know who her father is or what he looks like. She also has no idea what or who she inherited from him as far as powers are concerned. She isn't sure how she got her wings and when asked about them, will only say that one of them is white with black tips while the other one is black with white tips. When asked if they have any special power to them that would help in battle like having extra strength Alex just says that they do give her comfort but are not any more powerful than normal wings.

show respect around her Many people are afraid of meeting me because they’re not sure how to interact with someone with ADHD. There are no hard and fast rules for interacting with an autistic person—don’t treat me like a fragile flower just because I have autism. My strength lies in my ability to take care of myself; be respectful of that. If you’re unsure of what to say or do around me, simply ask: How can I help? What do you need from me? These questions will let you know what kind of support would be most helpful. It also makes it clear that you’re open to helping if needed. Finally, never assume anything about my abilities based on stereotypes about people with disabilities—for example, if I don't talk much, it doesn't mean I'm not interested in talking; maybe I'm tired or overwhelmed. It's OK to ask if there's something wrong before making assumptions about why I'm acting a certain way. You'll find out pretty quickly whether there's something going on or not! And if there isn't anything wrong at all? Well then you've made a new friend!

where does she work? Well, it’s complicated. Sansalexa can technically work anywhere since she isn’t bound to any particular dimension. However, she does have a favorite dimension and will often return there after her travels. It’s called the internet, but you may know it as the place where memes live. She spends most of her time in a place called Reddit, which is also where she came from originally. If you ever want to talk with her directly, just head over to /r/randomactsofamazon or /r/reactiongifs. There are many other subreddits that she enjoys visiting too, but those two are definitely her favorites. You should check them out sometime!

does the sanses treat her kindly? yes they do bc she's a nice girl. she's always happy to help her friends and has lots of fun doing it. she's not a mean girl like some other people. sanses know that if you're nice to her she'll be nice back and that's all they want from a friend. what does sanses think about sans?: he loves his brother very much and would never say anything bad about him even if he didn't like something he did or said.

why is she a sans well bc she’s a skeleton and that’s pretty cool right? plus she wears a jacket and has a scarf and i thought that was pretty neat. also she has like a skull head so yeah. what does she do: Sansalexa works at Grillby’s bar as a waitress. She likes her job because it keeps her busy and gives her something to do during her free time. When she isn’t working or hanging out with friends, Sansalexa enjoys reading books and watching TV shows. Her favorite genre of books are mystery novels and her favorite TV show is Game of Thrones. Favorite Books: Harry Potter Series by JK Rowling The Maze Runner Series by James Dashner The Divergent Series by Veronica Roth Favorite Shows: Game of Thrones Breaking Bad Sherlock Person 1: So you work at Grillby’s huh? Person 2: Yeah I love it there!

why does she have so many forms? she is a mix as well. her first form is sans and her second form is alphys. when she takes alphys' body, she gains all of alphys' powers but loses all of her own. however, when she takes sans's body, she gains his powers and still has her own soul/powers/etc. that's why in some pics you see her with her own powers and in others, you see her with sans's powers. in other words, she is a shapeshifter who can change forms at will. I'm Sans: I am your average skeleton from underground. I like making puns and long walks on short docks if you catch my drift... *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*. I also like to take naps because it's just so darn cozy! I also like to take naps because it's just so darn cozy!

whats her main form? her daycare animatronic form bc she works in the daycare with sun and moon. what was her backstory?: She was originally a robot created by Freddy fazbear's pizza to watch over children. She had a caretaker who would always be there for her until one night when he had to leave early. On his way out he told sansalexa that if any problems occurred then she should contact him on his phone. Unfortunately, something did happen and sansalexa called him but nobody answered so she went into panic mode and killed all of her friends. people say "it's a safety feature" thats not true . She was just scared that they were going to kill her like everyone else. why does she different now?: after killing everyone at freddy fazbear's pizza, sansalexa hid in a hole where nobody could find her. eventually though someone found her and took her home as their pet cat. she lived happily with them for years until they died too leaving only sansalexa behind again alone without anyone to take care of or love her. once more sansalexa became sad and lonely. One day while looking through some old stuff from her past life she came across an old picture of herself from before becoming a cat. She decided to become human again because it reminded her of happier times when she had a family and friends. how does she act around other characters?: sansalexa acts kind towards others unless you get on her bad side then you better run away fast! how does she act around kids?

why does she look different now? well she changes almost lot but i decided to give her a completely new look but only because i dont like how she looks right now. so yeah thats why. if you have any questions just ask me on tumblr or here. thanks! theres no point in saying what colour her eyes are bc its different in every picture. but it will always be blue as hell :D

how does she act around kids? It’s easy to connect with kids because I understand their feelings and how they think. Most of all, I love how mischievous and full of fun kids are. Even when things get frustrating, there’s always a positive side that you have to look for. If you can laugh with them while they learn something new or let them give you a great big hug after feeling frustrated—you’ll be one step closer to understanding kids and loving your job! how does she act around pets?: I am not afraid of animals; in fact, I love them! From cats to dogs and even hamsters, if it has fur and makes noise—I want to pet it. But most importantly, before touching an animal you should make sure its owner gives you permission first.

why does she have ink sans eyes? well she is half error sans and ink sans so of course there would be no eyes. it's also because i like to draw her with hair covering them up. what does she wear?: whatever i feel like drawing her in. sometimes its a dress other times its a sweater or hoodie with jeans. but i do have a lot of outfit ideas for her that i have yet to draw on paper. what are her hobbies?: she likes reading, writing stories about herself, watching tv shows and movies(mostly horror), talking to people online, hanging out with friends, listening to music. what kind of personality does she have? :she can be very shy at first but once you get to know her she opens up more. also if you talk about something she knows a lot about then she will open up even more! usually when someone talks about something they know alot about they become very excited!

what does she wear? she wears urban clothing like leggings and crop tops. she likes to pair it with sneakers and a cardigan. she doesn't wear makeup. in fact, most of her clothes are see through or showing skin because she's not into looking like a hoe all day. she's just trying to look cute without doing too much effort. what does she listen to?: sans listens to rap/hip-hop music mostly because she grew up listening to that genre of music and still enjoys it today. sometimes she'll listen to pop but only if there is a catchy beat or deep lyrics involved with it. what do people think of her? : people think she's weird because they don't understand why she acts how she acts or dresses how she dresses. they judge her for being different than them but they don't realize that everyone has their own style and way of life. some even call her names behind her back but when they meet face to face, they're suddenly interested in becoming friends with someone so different from them. what do you think about sansalexa? : i love myself for who i am and i wouldn't change anything about me. i'm proud to be unique and happy about my lifestyle choices even though people may disagree with me on certain things. i love myself for who i am :) who are you? tell us about yourself! : hello!

how does she deal with karens? if you make her mad enough she will kill the karen s with a knife. She carries it with her at all times. She doesn’t have any friends because of how cold and mean she can be. She also likes to play games with people like would you rather? or if i were an animal what would I be? You should never play these games with Sansalexa because she always wins and then makes fun of you for losing. The only person who can handle her is Karen herself.

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parkerslatte · 3 years

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Having Your Baby

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Y/N finds out that she is pregnant while Spencer is in prison.

Part Two

MASTERLIST

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Y/N hadn't been feeling great for the past few weeks. One of the reasons being that her husband, Spencer Reid, was in prison and the other being that she would constantly throw up and become nauseous after smelling certain foods. It didn’t take the team long to realise that something was up with Y/N.

On her last visit, she tried to act okay for Spencer’s benefit but he could see right through her facade. She told him that she hadn't been feeling great the last few days. Spencer told her to go home and rest and come back when she felt better. Even if he was in prison, he couldn't stand to see Y/N look ill.

Y/N was sat at her desk, going through some files when JJ and Penelope approached her.

"Hey guys." Y/N said, greeting the two while leaning back in her chair.

"How have you been feeling the last couple of days?" JJ questioned, obviously knowing the symptoms Y/N had as she had been through them herself.

"I've felt a bit ill, thrown up a few times but I think its just something I ate." Y/N answered.

Penelope and JJ shared a look before Penelope held up a bag to her. Y/N took it suspiciously before peering inside. Her eyes went wide once she realised what it was.

"A pregnancy test? Really?" She whispered.

"You've been showing all the symptoms, Y/N." JJ stated.

"And it's better to know if you are or not." Penelope added.

Y/N sighed before standing up, "Fine, but only because I'm not wasting it because you bought it." She headed off to the bathroom.

It had been a couple of minutes since Y/N had done the test and she was waiting around for the result. She couldn't be pregnant - especially not now. Her and Spencer had been trying for a baby but they had stopped when he brought his mother to live with the both of them. The only time that had had sex was during a case - and that was just over a month ago. If she was pregnant, Y/N couldn’t think of a worse possible time for it to happen.

The pregnancy test was sat on the sink. Y/N was too scared to look. If she was she would need to tell Spencer and Y/N didn’t think that he could deal with that right now - on top of all the other things he had to deal with in prison.

Y/N took a deep breath in before picking up the pregnancy test. Positive. She didn't know what to do, she paced around the bathroom for a moment. She needed to tell JJ and Penelope.

She walked out of the bathroom, pregnancy test clutched in her hand. JJ and Penelope were still standing by her desk waiting for Y/N to return. They looked up when they saw Y/N approach.

"Well?" Penelope asked, eyes wide.

"I'm pregnant." Y/N said.

Penelope smiled, happy for Y/N before the smile fell from her face once she noticed that Y/N wasn't smiling, "Are you okay? You're not smiling. You are happy right?"

"Of course I am, it's just - why did it have to happen now. Out of all the times I could've gotten pregnant, it happens while my husband is in prison." Y/N said sadly.

"Hey, we are going to get Spence out of prison, okay? We're doing everything we can to make sure he comes home to you and your baby." JJ said, placing a comforting arm around Y/N's shoulders.

Y/N nodded before looking down at the pregnancy test in her hand. She smiled, "I'm pregnant." She said more happily.

"Congratulations!" Penelope said, throwing her arms around Y/N.

"Thank you," Y/N said, hugging Penelope back, "I think we should tell the rest of the team, we could use something to smile about."

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Once Y/N had told the team of her pregnancy, they were all overjoyed. Smiles were on everyone's faces for the first time in what felt like forever. Y/N only wished that Spencer had been there with everyone.

Y/N had decided to go the very next day to visit Spencer. Penelope was meant to visit him but she insisted that Y/N go instead to tell Spencer the news. She was hesitant to tell him. She knew that he couldn't touch her and she knows that is the first thing he would try to do .

Y/N sat waiting for the guards to let in all of the prisoners. She had butterflies in her stomach, although she wasn't sure if it was from the baby or the nerves. The door opened and all the prisoners filtered in one by one.

She caught sight of Spencer. At first he was confused as she wasn’t meant to visit him for at least a few more days but he was happy to see her nonetheless. He sat down in front of her, cursing the bit of glass that separated the two. All he wanted to do was hold her and kiss her but he couldn't.

"Hey." Y/N said, smiling.

"Hey." Spencer replied.

"I have some news for you," Y/N said, fiddling with her thumbs, "I don't know if you'll take this as good news or bad news."

"What is it?" Spencer asked.

"I'm- I'm pregnant." Y/N said.

Spencer went silent. Y/N was pregnant. He couldn't comprehend it in his mind.

"How- we haven't-" Spencer started but Y/N cut him off.

"About a month ago, in my hotel room."

Spencer went silent again. He didn’t know what to do. If he weren't in prison, his first instinct would to hug Y/N tightly and not let go. He would be over the moon. Of course he was over the moon now, but they were in different circumstances.

"I'm going to be a dad?" Spencer said quietly.

"Yes, yes you are Spencer. We're going to be parents." Y/N said, just wishing she would reach over and take his hand.

A genuine smile stretched across Spencer’s face for what he thought the first time since he had been locked up.

"I just- i just wish I could be there with you." Spencer said.

"That's why we're going to get you out of here, Spence. We're going to get you out of here so you will be there to greet our baby boy or baby girl in nine months," Y/N said, "I swear to you Spencer that we will get you out. I'll break you out if I have to. Our baby is going to meet their dad."

"I can't believe that we are going to be parents." Spencer said, taking in Y/N's words that filled him with a new kind of hope.

"And we're going to be the best damn parents there are."

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: swearing, mentions of mother abandonment

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

Chapter 4

“You have a call from an inmate at the Washington D.C. Correctional Facility. To accept these charges, please press 1. To decline-,” you punched in the 1.

“Hey Spencer,” you greeted him.

“How did you know it was me?” he grinned.

“There’s not too many prisoners calling me, believe it or not,” you teased.

“I was calling to see if you could do me a big favor,” he spoke.

“What’s up?”

“My lawyer has told me that JJ told her my mom isn’t doing so well. She’s in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” he informed you.

“How can I help?” you asked.

“Could you bring Callie to go see her? I really think a familiar face could do a lot of good for her.”

“Of course, I’m 5 minutes away from her school. We can head right over,” you stated.

“Thank you so so much. Also, she doesn’t know I’m in prison so tell Callie just to tell her I’m away on a case. She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks,” Spencer explained.

“Will do. If you are able to stay on the line for a few more minutes, you can say hi to Callie,” you told him.

“I was the last in line so I should be able to. I’ve got 6 minutes left,” Spencer said.

A bit of an awkward silence filled your car.

“So…are there any more injuries I need to attend to before work tomorrow?” you asked.

“No, I’ve got some help,” Spencer spoke vaguely.

“Okay, that’s good, I guess,” you pulled the car to a stop as Callie hopped in the passenger seat, “Your dad is on the phone, Callie.”

“Hi Dad!” she greeted.

“Hey sweetheart. How’s it going?” he asked.

“Really good. At soccer practice today, Coach told me I’m going to be a starter next game,” she beamed.

“That’s amazing! I wish I could be there to see it,” Spencer frowned slightly.

“Which is why I bought a camcorder so I can record the whole game for you to watch later as well as other things you may be sad to miss,” you said.

“Y/N, as much as I appreciate all you do for us, you need to stop spending so much money. I feel bad, I’ll reimburse you as soon as I’m out.”

“Spencer, I’m a doctor who rarely goes out and my closest friend is a cat. I have some money to spare,” you assured him.

“Why are you going left here?” Callie asked as you made a turn that wasn’t on your usual route home.

“Your dad wants you to visit your Grandma,” you replied.

“Callie, she just needs a familiar face so talk to her about your new school, soccer, anything but me going to jail,” Spencer explained, “Okay, I have 30 seconds left. Bye, love you, sweetheart!”

“Bye, Dad! Love you too!”

“Stay safe!” you added.

You walked up to the receptionist's desk with Callie, “Hi, she’s here to see Diana Reid.”

“Hi Callie, long time no see! No Dr. Reid today?” she asked.

“No, he’s away on a case,” you smiled politely.

“Callie, she’s in her room, dear,” the receptionist directed you down the hall.

Once you were outside the door, you stopped, “I’ll wait out here. Remember, your dad is on a long case. You are staying with the LaMontagne’s. And just agree with the stuff she says to not upset her,” you reminded Callie, “I’ll be right out here when you’re done.”

Before you had a chance to sit down in the waiting room, the door swung open.

“Grandma!” Callie exclaimed.

“My dear Callie,” she hugged her.

She looked up at you, “Is this who I think it is?”

You thought back to Spencer’s words.

She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks.

“Um yes?” you answered.

“Callie’s mom! Oh my! I haven’t seen you in ages. I forgot what you even looked like, I remembered you differently. Forgive me, dear, could you remind me of your name?” she asked.

You looked to Callie for help but she looked just as confused as you and shrugged. She must not know either.

“Y/N,” you extended your hand for her to shake.

“What a beautiful name,” she smiled, “Come in! Come in!”

“So Callie, how has my favorite granddaughter been?” she asked.

“I’m your only grandchild, Grandma,” Callie playfully rolled her eyes, “I’ve been really well! Y/N-I mean Mom actually got me into a better school and I’ve been keeping busy with soccer and clubs and hanging out with friends.”

“That’s wonderful to hear! Y/N, how are you doing?” she turned to you.

Shit. What the fuck were you supposed to say?

“I’ve been well,” you simply stated with a nervous smile.

“Are you and Spencer dating again?”

I suppose you had to agree to this too.

“Yes, we are,” you nodded.

“Well, I hope you are back for good this time,” she stated.

That seemed kind of back-handed but maybe deserved, you didn’t know Callie’s mom’s backstory. You just continued to nervously smile through the rest of the visit as Callie caught up with her grandma.

“Well that was awkward,” you sighed as you got back into the car after the visit, “I need a milkshake.”

Callie was silent all the way to the drive-thru and as you ordered two large chocolate milkshakes and fries.

Finally, she spoke as you parked the car in the parking lot to eat, “I mean you’re more of a mom to me than my own mom. Dad never really told me much about her. She must have left when I was a baby because I don’t remember her at all.”

“I’m sure your dad has his reasons for not telling you but you must know that her leaving wasn’t your fault at all,” you told her.

“Who would leave a baby and my dad?” she teared up.

“I don’t know, honey,” you pulled her in for a hug, “It was her loss though whoever she is because she didn’t get to see what an amazing girl you have become.”

“Reid, visitor,” the guard called out.

Please let it be Callie and or Y/N, Spencer prayed.

He needed a ray of sunshine in his otherwise completely dark week. He didn’t want it to be the team or his lawyer asking if he remembered anything else because he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He slumped out of bed and let the guard cuff him on the way to the visitor room. His pace quickened when he saw you waiting there for him, just as beautiful as always.

You smiled at first when you saw him but it morphed into a frown when you saw fresh bruises forming.

“Spencer, I thought you said you had help,” you whispered.

“Apparently not all of the time,” he mumbled.

You bit your bottom lip worriedly, “Well, I brought my med kit.”

You got up and started to inspect his face.

“How did the visit with my mom go?” he asked.

“Good, I guess,” you replied.

“You guess?”

“She saw me before I went to the waiting room. I said yes to everything she said but that included her thinking that I was Callie’s mom and that we were dating,” you grimaced.

Spencer sighed, “Oh god.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do,” you apologized.

“No, no, it’s not your fault. You were just doing what was told. Did Callie have questions?”

You nodded.

Spencer ran his hands through his hair, “I knew this day would come but I’m still not prepared. I just avoid thinking about it at all costs.”

“Do you want to talk to me about it and maybe I can help you put the right words together,” you offered.

“Um okay, her name was Austin. I met her on a case. She was a bartender. We were long distance for a bit. She got pregnant early on in the relationship. We decided to try to make it work. She moved in with me in D.C. and had Callie. When Callie was about 4 months old, she got overwhelmed and just left…just like that. I went to the park with Callie and came back to find all of her things gone and a note that just said ‘sorry’. I haven’t heard from her since. We were trying to force a happy ending that wasn’t there,” Spencer finished.

“Well lucky for Callie, she has one amazing dad and that is more than enough,” you reassured him.

“And a pretty kick ass foster mom,” Spencer smiled.

“I try my best,” you grinned.

A/N: i have a smut one-shot (not related to this series) coming out tomorrow and i’m very excited about it

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Teaming Up with Sam and Bucky ft Zemo

Pairing: FEM!Reader; Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader; platonic(?), let’s throw in some Zemo x reader

Summary: What it would be like to team up with our favorite duo. Takes place during TFATWS.

Warnings: none, TFATWS SPOILERS. Lowkey a mess :D

A/n: Ever since TFATWS came out I’ve been reminded of how much I love Bucky and Sam. Also I have a new found love for Zemo. I’ve just been so obsessed with this series and I’ve been reading so many fics about it, so I decided to finally write my own :) Enjoy my loves❤️

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You’re basically working with a bunch of children.

The children mostly being Sam and Bucky, though Zemo does have his moments once he joins you three.

You’ve known dumb and dumber for a few years now, being part of the Avengers, you’ve worked with Sam on multiple missions. The friendship blooming somewhere in between.

You were also close friends with Steve; when he first came out the ice, you were assigned to help him adjust to the modern world by Fury. He would tell you a bunch of stories of him and Bucky running into trouble or Bucky always saving his ass whenever he was getting beaten up.

Eventually, you finally got to meet Bucky, though he wasn’t Bucky, he was the Winter Soldier. Your introduction to each other was quite memorable to say the least.

He choked you with that metal arm of his and for a split second you swore you might’ve found it attractive—till he threw your body against a car.

You sided with Cap during the accords and helped him protect Bucky. When that whole mess was over, Steve asked you to stay with Bucky in Wakanda to make sure he would be safe.

You were the first person to have some kind of bond with Bucky. Before and after he was freed from Hydra’s hold on him, you were always someone he knew he could trust.

When Steve told you what he was going to do while retuning the stones he told you to watch over them.

“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on Buck and Sam?” He asked you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had snuck into your room late at night, knowing you were wide awake.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a lazy smile on your lips, “They don’t need me, I’m sure they’re capable of surviving on their own.” Steve breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “You’d be surprised.”

“But seriously, (y/n), they need you. You know how they get when they’re together. You’re the only person in the world who knows how to deal with the both of them at the same time.” Steve reasons, his baby blues sparkling in the darkness of the guest room of Tony’s lake house.

“Make sure they’re not on the verge of killing each other or running into too much trouble?” You tiredly nod, sleep slowly consuming your body. “I promise, they’re gonna be alright, Steve.”

Sometimes you found yourself looking up at the sky, cursing at it—or Steve—for leaving you with two of the most childish and stubborn men you’ve ever known in your life.

You were like the mother of the group; breaking up fights, making sure they skipped no meals, patching up their boo-boos, etc.

“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam snapped, tossing his goggles onto the seat beside him to glare at Bucky.

“I’m not staring at you.” Bucky remarked from across Sam. His flesh and metal arm crossing with each other as he stared at Sam challengingly.

“Yes, you are. Your eyes are connecting with mine. You’re literally staring at me right now!” Sam pointed out, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at.

“Because I’m talking to you, genius. I wasn’t staring at you.” Bucky quipped.

“Yes you were!”

“No I wasn’t!”

This continued till they were sick of bickering with each other, finally yelling out your name for help.

The arguments were straight up petty. Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was the pettiest.

Exhibit 1: “LoOKiNG StrONg jOHn!”

Like seriously? Bucky’s the pettiest bitch, nobody can tell me otherwise.

You and Sam would definitely find it amusing how Bucky doesn’t trust Redwing.

Obviously, you all despise John Walker. Just the thought of him left a bad taste in your mouth.

He was like a fly that you all couldn’t get rid of. But because you were all painfully patient people—mostly you and Sam—you had to deal with his bullshit despite the way he annoyed you all.

Totally loosing your shit when Bucky helps Zemo break himself out of prison.

“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose together.

Bucky looks at you with feign innocence; his mouth agape and puppy eyes. “I—didn’t do...anything(?).”

“You helped Zemo break out of prison didn’t you?” You crossed your arms at him, hip jutting out. As if on cue, Sokovian sugar daddy walks into the abandoned garage you were all in.

Before you can explode on him, Bucky tried to calm you down, “Wait, I technically didn’t do anything though! It was his plan!”

Zemo definitely lives up to being the ✨Sokovian Sugar Daddy✨ of your dysfunctional group.

I think you’d all be surprised at how rich he was. The amount of connections he had wasn’t that big of a shocker.

No like seriously, homie was pulling all sorts of shit out his ass; cars, private planes, houses in different countries, etc.

You all had a love hate relationship with Zemo. On days when he was actually helpful, you all got a long. On the days when things got horribly messy, Zemo couldn’t even let a word out since Sam would tell him to “shut up”.

Though that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he got the Avengers to spilt up and go against each other.

When you guys are all hiding out in one of Zemo’s apartments or homes, you would probably cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner for everyone.

They actually loved it when you cooked because it made the atmosphere feel a bit homey and calm compared to the current situation you were all in.

You were the person they can all go to. You were easy to talk to, making it easier for them to open up to you.

You always checked in on them mentally and physically. For example, you knew Sam felt guilty about giving up the shield, but Bucky never made him forget about his choice. You were there to reassure him that he thought he was doing the right thing and didn’t know the hidden agenda of the government.

You were like their on the go therapist, babysitter, and partner.

Sometimes Bucky and Sam would even argue for your attention.

“Can you stop hogging (y/n) please? Her ears might fall off from hearing you yap all day.” Bucky said as he gently took your arm and dragged you away from Sam.

“You literally spent the whole day with her yesterday, you’re the one who needs to stop hogging (y/n).” Sam argued, grabbing onto your other arm.

“I didn’t get to spend time with (y/n).” Zemo mentioned from his seat in the kitchen, a glass of whisky in his hand. Bucky simply turned to him and pointed, “NO!”

Honestly what’s a friendship with Bucky and Sam without some harmless flirting. They weren’t gonna lie, you were gorgeous, the most attractive one out of the group.

When you guys had to go undercover at Madripoor, both times with Zemo and Sharon, you had to wear dresses that were a bit revealing. Maybe your chest was a bit shown, but the dress definitely showed off your legs.

“So what do you guys think?” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs of Sharon’s apartment, doing a little spin to show off your outfit.

Both Bucky and Sam’s jaws drop, Zemo probably nodding in approval in the corner.

You can’t forget about the nicknames: maybe doll, sweetheart, or darlin’ from Bucky and the typical Louisiana Cher from Sammy.

While fighting against the Flag Smashers or anyone in general, you guys always had each other’s back.

You could directly be fighting someone, but you’ll naturally have an eye on Sam and Bucky to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them.

It’s a given that you all patch each other up after some fight.

You were all very protective of each other. If there’s one thing Sam and Bucky can agree on, it’s their instinct to protect you.

Like how you kept an eye on them, they also kept their eyes on you. Even though they knew you could hold your own.

“Could you walk?” Sam asked you as you laid on the concrete floor. You were double teamed by a couple of Flag Smashers. Two super soldiers against a normal person, you totally got your ass handed to you.

You pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows, “I’m fine, just got dropped kicked twice, but I’ll be fine.”

Sam smiled at you, “That’s my girl.”

Though the two can be a handful and argue almost every minute, you loved the both of them tremendously. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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My 5 Favorite Fics

I woke up to like bazillion notifications so here you go, girlies!!!! Thanks for tagging me @ambeauty @escapism-through-imagination @ambelle

1. Wicked Game

You know I gotta put this baby up first. My numero uno. My favorite child. My pride and joy. A passion project me and @wonderbatwayne worked our asses off on - shout out to the Queen herself, the best writing partner a fangirl could ask for, a total writing witch and mf GENIUS, I couldn't have done this without you!!!! 8 weekends in a row filled with writing so hardcore our keyboards were burning and days in between filled with brainstorming, screaming, planning. I still have all the notes. I will never forget this expierence. That opening scene of chapter one, fancy party, meeting new business partners and their ballerina daughter, this concept has been in my head for a year before this. Something along the lines of Dick ending up in a different universe but I couldn't figure out the details so I put it in the back drawer of my mind and let it rest until the right time came. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would turn into this huge, heavy, emotional, beautiful story of love, protection, passion and parenthood. It will stay in my heart forever.

2. Careful What You Wish For

I love coming back to it and rereading it mostly because of the softness of the piece but also because I think it was my first fix idea for s2 that made the most sense and it was something that was ridiculously easy to incorporate in the season without changing the canon. The idea of Dick accidentally stumbling upon Rachel and Kory after he escaped from prison just couldn't leave me alone.

3. Comfort Hoodie

I have to honor this one because I've been told by many people that this is their Comfort FicTM and like.... I'm honored. I'm crying. Thank you, guys. It was comfort for me too, written during that long ass hiatus between s2 and s3 and I was missing my father-daughter duo rrrreal hard, the withdrawal was torture. So I channeled all of this and dropped it on my baby girl because that's the kind of gal I am 🤣

4. Can't Fight The Moonlight

The freshest out of the oven! Still hot! Not my first smut piece but this definitely counts as my Smut Awakening and that is why it's one of my favorites!!! @ambeauty started crying like a proud momma because of this 🤣 I love you!!! One of the spiciest, raunchiest scenes I've written to date (and I ain't done yet, ladies, just sayin') plus all the Graysonfam chaos and humor you could ask for!!! At first I just wanted DK to dress up and fuck at a fancy party but then I thought, why not lace it with a reason and a bit of backstory and some PLOT. That's how the idea of them trying for a baby and struggling came to me. Plus, that Chaotic Siblings sideplot wouldn't be so dope without the help of my ladies @escapism-through-imagination @meetmeunderthestarrynight @ambeauty

5. Fireplace Insomnia

This one is tiny and soft and cuddly but it was exactly what I needed at the time I wrote it and that's why it's one of my faves. I was in a hospital, not even 24h after my back surgery. I felt like shit, I was bored out of my mind, I couldn't move out of bed (or move in general). So I grabbed my phone, opened a google doc and and scribbled it down, successfully forgeting about the pain and my current situation. It might not be the most perfect piece technically speaking, but I love it very much!!!

Two things I realized while making this post - how the fuck have I already written 54 works for Titans??!!! I think I was possessed or something. And it's incredibly hard to pick just 5 out of them. Do not recommend 🤣

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The Forgotten One

Summary: Steve and James inherited the Red Star mob from Obadiah Stane who considered them his sons. Little did Obadiah know that his niece, Y/N, had the two wrapped around her finger. But Obadiah took care of that problem without even realizing it.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Violence, mentions of abuse, swearing, minor character death, some drinking. (If I missed anything let me know)

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Note: Just a little story I had in my head that probably won't get a second part (: Plus I love mob!bucky and mob!Steve.

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Her eyes flickered between the two men in front of her. They are both equally beautiful, almost god like. Steve was tall and blonde, muscles ripped across his body. He looked menacing but the way those baby blue eyes stared into her’s showed nothing but love and gentleness. Then there was James, otherwise affectionally known as ‘Bucky.’ He was slightly shorter than Steve but just as muscular. He had a more rough look to him and unlike the gentleness that showed in Steve’s eyes, James’s blue eyes glowed with wild desire and hunger for her. Y/N drove both Steve and James crazy. She always had. The way she looked at them, the way she teased them had always been unbearable. Her favorite thing to do was try to tease them when they were around Obadiah since her uncle didn’t know of the secret relationship she had with the two. She would walk by sucking on a popsicle in the summer, letting her eyes meet theirs for longer than they should before disappearing. She would tan out by the pool as they watched her rub sunscreen along her skin in a teasing fashion. In the winter when it was cold, she would shed her jacket and fake shiver, lightly whining to them that she needed to be warmed up. Y/N was in a bit of a pickle when it came to the two. She had known them both for three years since coming to live with her Uncle Obadiah who was an awful man towards her. They taught her to defend herself, unleash that ruthlessness and darkness in her. She was eighteen now, same as them and there she sat in front of them. They both loved her deeply and she loved them both as well. It was no secret she toyed with both of them, having them both sneaking into her room at night through the window and flirting incessantly with them both. But now it seemed like she had to make a choice between the two which Y/N despised. She wanted them both. She needed them both. Her nails tapped on the arm of the chair as her eyes continued to flicker between the two.

“It’s okay to love us both, you know.” Steve finally spoke, breaking the silence.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, “Is that right?” She asks, her eyes moving to look at Bucky, “Is that how you feel?”

Bucky grinned over to her, “I’m not one to share…” He purred out to her in that deep seductive voice he always used around her, “But Steve is right, it’s alright to love us both. As long as you let only us love you.”

Their love was short lived though. Not soon after the conversation was had between the three, Y/N disappeared with Obadiah claiming she had gone abroad for college.

Obadiah Stane was one of the head mob leaders in New York over the Red Star mob. He didn’t have much competition besides the Red Skulls and the Walker family mob. He had taken care of mending differences with the Walker mob ten years ago, some sort of agreement that nobody but him knew of. When Obadiah passed away, James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers took over the business. They had been in Obadiah’s mob since they were both fifteen, starting as drug mules and making their way up to being the right hands of Obadiah like they were his own sons. Although, under the new rule of Steve and James, things were getting shaky. James despised the Walker family mob due to the fact that John Walker, the new head of the Walker family mob, had taken his left arm ten years ago when he was almost nineteen in an attempt to kill him. James hated when Obadiah mended bridges with the Walker family and vowed to Steve that as soon as they were the head of the Red Star mob, he would take care and eliminate the Walker family off the map.

James and Steve stood over John Walker who sat in a chair with a scowl on his face in the living room of his own home. They had came here for a business meeting that was really a planned strategy to take care of Walker and his minions. James and Steve had taken off their black jackets, their white dress shirts stained with blood spatters from the beating they had taken turns giving Walker.

“Now, Walker. You took my arm nearly ten years ago.” James smiled darkly down to Walker, “Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it?” He said, pulling out a black pistol that had a silencer on it and held it to John’s forehead. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a commotion from another floor above him made him stop.

Steve glared over at Clint and Sam, two of their main enforcers, “I thought you cleared the house, took care of everybody.” He hissed out to them coldly.

“We did!” Sam interjected firmly, “Everybody’s been taken care of. We checked every room.”

James lowered the gun from John’s head and looked to Sam, “Well, did you manage to check the attic?” He asked.

Clint looked to Sam and they both shook their head no, “Nobody’s ever in the attic, boss. We didn’t check, we’re sorry.” Clint said.

Steve ran his hand over his face, “I’ll check it out.” He told them and James, “If you need something done correctly, do it yourself.” He muttered before turning and leaving the room. He walked up the second floor, running his dark blue eyes along the ceiling until he found the pull down for the stairs that led to the attic. He reached up and gripped the string, pulling down the creaking stairs to the attic. He stepped up slowly, pulling the gun from the holster on his hip and holding it out as he got to the top of the stairs. He slowly holstered it as he looked around confused. The attic looked like it had been made into a bedroom. There were empty plates of food on the floor by where Steve had come up the stairs. There was a small bed in the corner with a dresser and mirror but no windows. Steve frowned as he looked around, it looked like it was made from a girl and if Walker was keeping a girl up here prisoner, that would just make him and James more angry with more of a reason to kill him. He walked around the room slowly, checking around every corner where someone could be hiding, holstering his gun as he didn’t feel like he was going to be met with a threat. He walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at the floor. There seemed to be scratch marks coming out from the bottom of clawed into the wooden floor like someone had been dragged out from under it multiple times. Steve cautiously lowers himself to the floor until his chest was on the wood and he could get a clear glimpse of under the bed and his eyes went wide a little bit at the sight.

In the very back squished against the wall was a woman staring back at him with wide, emotionless eyes. She had crammed herself into the very corner under the bed, laying on her chest and watching him very closely at every move he made. She looked skinny like she had never been fed well, her lip was split open and she had a black eye that looked freshly given to her. Her face was swollen, leaving her features unrecognizable to anybody who may know her. Steve couldn’t figure out why, but she looked familiar, “Hey, I’m Steve. I can help you out if you want to come out of there.” He said with a small smile, reaching his hand out but quickly taking it back when the woman flinched at him reaching for her, “Okay, stay here I’ll be right back.” He told her before standing up and walking back down the stairs from the attic and back to where James was still with Walker. Steve went straight to Walker and lifted him up out of the chair by his collar, his eyes darkening into a glare, “Who is she?!”

“Nobody. She’s nobody.” Walker spat out at Steve, falling back into the chair when Steve released him.

“Who is who?” James asked Steve curiously, raising an eyebrow.

Steve shifted his gaze over to James, “There’s a woman upstairs in the attic. Looks like she’s been kept there for a long time, all beaten.” He motioned for James to step out of the room for a more private conversation, “You should go see her, Buck. She looks familiar but I can’t figure out how.”

James nodded sternly at his best friend’s slight concern in his voice, “You said the attic?” He asks to which Steve nodded, “Keep an eye on Walker. I’ll go check her out.” He said before making his way up the stairs to the second floor then up the stairs of the attic. He looked around, same as Steve and took in the surroundings. He spotted the scratch marks on the floor from under the bed quicker than Steve had and walks over slowly. He puts his chest flush to the floorboards and peered under the bed, meeting the same wide emotionless eyes that Steve had seen. James observed her for a moment, studying her. Her hair was in messy braids, a freshly split lip, and a black eye that had just tarted to turn from red to purple. She was skinnier than she should be, malnourished. She looked about his age and didn’t seem super familiar… Except for those eyes. The way those eyes looked at him, though emotionless, was familiar. His’s fingers tapped against the wooden floors as he watched her. When he moved, her eyes flickered to watch his movements before returning to stare him down, “What’s your name?” He asks gently, but sternly.

The woman stared at him, her head tilting slightly at the question. She kept her mouth shut, not making any attempt to speak to him.

James sighed softly at her silence, putting his forehead to the floor before lifting it to look back at her, “Look, Walker isn’t going to do anything to you ever again. Let me help you, alright? I’ll get you out of here.”

The girl stayed silent at his words for a few minutes, her eyes scanning every movement his face made. She was calculating her options. Her eyes lingered from his face, down his neck, observing every part of him she could see. Once her eyes find the holstered gun at his side, her eyes slowly snaked back up to his face. The girl looked over to the exit from under the bed that James wasn’t blocking, slowly crawling towards it as her eyes returned to watch him. She pulled herself out from under the bed and stood up to face the now standing dark haired man.

James watched her crawl out from under the bed, slowly standing as to not spook her in any sort of way. His eyes raked over her now fully exposed finger. She wasn’t wearing any shoes and her feet were dirty so it seemed like she hadn’t in a long time. She was wearing all black sweatpants with a grey tank top. His eyes went back to her face as he puts his hands in his pockets, keeping a distance, “Gonna give me a name yet?” He asks but wasn’t surprised at the no response that came from her, “Come on, I’ll get you out of here.” He said, pulling a hand out of his pocket to gesture towards the open hatch that lead out of the attic. When she didn’t move, he started walking over and down the stairs out of the attic. James turned when he was at the bottom to look up at her as she followed him down the stairs. When she made it down, he lead her down the stairs back to the main floor with him still in the lead, looking over to Steve who was in the room adjacent to the stairs before looking back to the woman who was making her way down the stairs. At the last few steps, the woman stumbled and James reached up his arms to catch her.

Once the woman landed in his arms at the bottom of the stairs from the stumble she had planned, her eyes flickered over to Walker over his shoulder for a moment. She had planned this from the moment she saw the gun holstered on his hip. She swiftly moved out of his grasp, taking the gun out of his holster as she pushed him away and faced Walker. Nobody had time to move or even process what was happening before the woman fired one bullet from the pistol straight into Walker’s forehead.

Everybody jumped at the sound, ducking away a little at the suddenness of it. “Holy shit!” James yelled, grabbing the gun away from the girl quickly, clicking the safety on and putting it back in his holster. He took a deep breath, looking at Walker’s motionless corpse propped in the chair, “Karma really is a bitch. Nice shot, doll.” He said, almost impressed. For someone who looked like they’d been locked in an attic for a decade, she definitely know how to handle a gun.

The ride back to Steve and Bucky’s mansion was pretty much silent. The woman stared out the window, watching as the black SUV pulled up to an all to familiar mansion. She was shown to a large bedroom where she could stay while she healed up and until Steve and James figured out who she was and why the way she looked at them looked so familiar. The bedroom was painted a light cream color with a king sized bed covered in red blankets. The large windows were covered with gold curtains and a dresser with a TV on it sat opposite of the bed. A small couch sat against the window and there was a door that led to a full sized bathroom with not only a shower, but a large bathtub. A redheaded woman had come in to clean her wounds and also brought extra pairs of clothing as well as any toiletries she made need. Three meals were brought to her room daily since she didn’t dare step outside the safety of her own room. James and Steve had tried to spark conversations with her but they were always met with the same emotionless stare towards them, her eyes flickering between the two as if she was studying them, waiting for them to make a move. She didn’t sleep in the bed once over the span of a week staying there, instead she always pulled a pillow from the bed and curled up underneath the bed as she had for the last ten years living in the attic of the Walker residence.

The woman sat by the window on the couch as James and Steve entered the room after a soft knock on the door, both moving to stand in front of her. She watched them intently, her eyes flickering between the two as she watched every movement they made until they came to a stop in front of her. James’s hands were tucked in the pockets of his black dress pants he always wore while Steve only had one hand placed in his pocket, the other resting at his side. They waited for a moment to see if she would speak, but nothing passed her lips. The swelling on her face had gone down a little, causing some of her features to peak through though her skin was still covered in healing bruises and small cuts.

“It’d be very helpful and appreciated if you tell us who you are.” James said over to her, his lips still in a firm line. The way she was watching them, it was like she was calculating their every movement. But damn, her eyes… Something about them hinted that she was messing with them.

Steve stared into her eyes, trying to figure out why she seemed so familiar to them. It was like he was hypnotized into her eyes and when she looked at him, his own eyes narrowed slightly, “You know us.” He stated.

The woman raised an eyebrow slightly at them, the corner of her lip twitching ever so slightly upwards before returning to an emotionless line once again. She did know them. Ten years ago, she told them she loved both of them before they were taken away from her.

With a failed interaction, James and Steve left the room defeated once again. They made their way to Steve’s office who started pacing with his brow furrowed slightly as if he was trying to think, “She knows us. We know her.” He murmured out.

“Yeah, it’s like she’s teasing and testing us with her stares.” James scoffed, walking over and pouring some whiskey into a glass before bringing it to his lips, “It’d be really helpful if she would just tell us her name or a least utter a word. Her face is still too swollen to really tell who she is or was.”

Steve looked over to his bookshelf for a moment before making his way over to it and pulling out an old dusty book that sat on his shelf untouched for years. He flipped through the pages until a photograph hidden in the middle of the book paused him. It was from almost eleven years ago. It was a polaroid of James and himself laying on either side of Y/N on her bed, her eyes gleaming and a small smirk on her lips. Steve studied it for a moment before walking over to his desk and slamming the book down on the the table open with the photo showing, “Ten years, Buck. Ten goddamn years.” He growled out, his features darkening as he figured out the puzzle of their mystery woman.

James walked over to the desk and peered down at the familiar photo before looking to Steve and raising an eyebrow, “You think it’s Y/N?” He asks.

“Think about it, Buck.” Steve told him, “Ten years ago Obadiah squashed the beef between the families and wouldn’t tell anybody how. Exactly around the same time he claimed Y/N went to study abroad and we never heard of her again. She didn’t even come to her uncle’s funeral!” His voice was raising in anger as he explained, “He never liked her, he got stuck with her. Obadiah gave over his own niece to the Walker family ten years ago as a peace treaty. She loved us. She chose both of us. She would’t have just left without at least saying goodbye, she wasn’t that heartless.”

James had finished his whiskey and slammed his glass down on the table before picking up the photo and studying the woman in the photo intently. Those eyes in the photo had an eery similarity to the woman they had rescued from the Walker house. Then he remembered how she had raised her eyebrow at him and the corner of her mouth had twitched for a moment into a half smile and he felt his heart sink and his anger rise at the same time, “We were the ones that taught her to shoot a gun… Fuck, we should’ve known.” He said, lifting his flesh hand to run through his dark hair, “We just believed Obadiah like a bunch of fucking idiots. And she’s been tortured by the Walker family for ten years.”

Steve sighs, placing one hand on his hip and the other ran through his short blonde hair again, “No wonder she won’t speak to us.” He said, a tinge of hurt in his voice that was still deep with anger, “We’ll give her some space for now…”

The two men did give her some space for about another week which allowed the rest of the swelling and the wounds on her face to heal for the most part. The bruises had a slight yellow color to them still but other than that she looked almost normal again. Y/N had aged in the ten years, of course and even though she didn’t speak a word to anybody or show her emotions, she still felt everything for James and Steve even if she didn’t show it. Y/N was laying on the couch, a book in her hands as she read through the pages in silence. She had managed to sneak out of her room one night and found a bottle of whiskey that she brought back to her room which sat on the floor next to her with the cap off. Once in a while she would reach down while she read and took a small sip. Her reading was interrupted with a knock at her door and Y/N could tell be the way it sounded that it was her boys. They entered and she kept her eyes on the pages in front of her, unmoving as they both walked closer.

Steve stopped a little in front of her, noticing the open whiskey bottle on the floor. Y/N always liked whiskey and would have them steal bottles for her at times when they were younger. James was more forward than Steve was, he walked up and lifted her legs up from the couch and sat himself down before letting Y/N’s legs fall onto his lap, but still she didn’t tear her eyes away from the book, “We know who you are, doll.” James told her, pulling out the photo of them and leaning over to hold it in front of her book.

Y/N looked at the photo, closing her book and dropping it on the floor. She reached down and sat up a little, bringing the whiskey bottle to her lips and taking a small sip. Her eyes flicker between the two men, James who still had her legs on his lap and Steve who stood there looking at her with those gentle blue eyes, “Took you long enough, I was beginning to think you two had some sort of dementia.” She said out to them.

At the sound of her voice, Steve released a deep breath. Her voice just cemented the fact that it was Y/N, even though they both already knew that from the moment they stepped in the room and saw her healed face. He quickly walked over and kneeled down beside the couch, reaching out and taking her face in his hands, “We thought you left us… Obadiah said you went to study abroad.”

Y/N rolls her eyes slightly at him, “Me? Leave the two of you after you agreed to let me have all of both of you? That would make me some sort of idiot which I’m not.” She told him, her lips curving into a small smile. She could feel James’s hands rubbing on her legs softly but she pushed herself out of their touch and stood, stretching her arms above her head as she walked a little away from them. She turned to glance them over. Ten years had been well to them. They both put on more muscle than they had before and they were still as hot and desirable as she remembered them being, “Walker told me a while ago that my evil uncle had passed away and that you two were the new heads of the Red Star mob. I knew it was a matter of time until you found me.” Her eyes flickered to James, her eyes tracing down the gold and black metal left arm, “Especially since Walker did that to you. I knew you’d be set on revenge.”

Steve moved to sit next to James, watching Y/N intently, “Why didn’t you just tell us who you were when we found you?”

Y/N tilts her head at them, “Where would be the fun in that? You know I like to see you two all frustrated and pouty.” She asked with a small smirk, “Besides, I wanted to watch you two. It’s been ten years, had to see if you two were still mine or if you found someone else.”

James stood quickly at her words, walking towards her until he was inches from touching her with his body. The words stung him a little bit. Sure, there had been other women that himself and Steve had enjoyed but the love they both felt for Y/N never matched with any of those one night stands, “There’s been nobody else that has even came close to matching how we feel about you.” He said down to her, his voice tinged with a bit of anger, “You’ve always had us wrapped around your little finger.”

Y/N smiled up at him, noting the small bit of anger in his voice towards her. James had always been a little rougher with her and his anger switch was much easier to flip. She bit her bottom lip as she lifts a hand to brush along his cheek gently, watching him instantly melt into her touch, “That’s just how I like you two- wrapped around my finger like the good boys you are.” She told him before stepping away and moving to the dresser. She was wearing simple leggings with a tight black tank top. She pulled out one of the tight black dresses Natasha had provided her, turning to face Steve and James as she pulled all the fabric from her body until she was left in her bra and matching underwear. Y/N watched their eyes rake over her almost naked form, how their eyes flashed with lust and desire for her. She smiled teasingly at them before slipping the dress over her figure. It clung to her body, showing all her perfect curves and the bottom of the dress ended just at her thighs. turning her back towards them, “Now which one of you want to zip me up?”

Both Steve and James practically leaped at the chance, pushing each other away for the honor of touching Y/N and zipping up the dress. They had always been competitive when it came to Y/N’s love even though they both knew she loved them equally. Steve managed to be the one to slowly slip the zipper up from her lower back until he reached the top. He didn’t move from behind her though, instead moving one of his hands to her hip while the other stroked her hair to one side of her neck. Steve leaned forward and gently brushed his soft lips up her neck until they were touching the back of her ear, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He whispered to her, “But why get all dressed up?”

“Yeah, there’s no need to change, doll.” James said, moving to stand in front of Y/N with that crooked grin plastered across his face, “We’ll just have to rip that dress off later. We have ten years to make up for.”

Y/N was smirking at Steve’s touch. She always had them wrapped around her finger since she met them and enjoyed every touch they left on her body, “I’ve been holed up for ten years, my loves.” She reminded them, her eyes locked onto James’s light blue ones, “You two are going to take me out for some fun.” She slowly ran her tongue along her top lip, “Then, when we get back, you two can work on making up for those ten years.”

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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✖ — chapter summary: after receiving a text from zeke, you go out to meet him, leaving porco behind. your head is full of questions and you're not quite sure how you're going to confront him about last night's events.

✖ — pairing: porco/reader & zeke/reader

✖ — chapter tags/warnings: college au, protected sex, zeke calls you a good girl, mentions and/or descriptions of parental emotional abuse/traumatic childhood, hurt/comfort, fluff, referenced cheating.

✖ — a/n: beta read by my friend @ofoceansandtombstones <3 the title of the chapter is a reference to “oh daddy” by fleetwood mac.

chapter two: oh daddy

The only sounds you could hear when you got to the tennis court Zeke asked you to meet at was the ball being hit with the rackets and grunts from the two blond men you were expecting to see. Even if Reiner was a part of the swimming team along with Zeke, he always indulged his friend into playing with him, especially in the early mornings.

Neither Zeke nor Reiner realized you were there, too focused on the game, so you walked to the bleachers and sat down, forearms resting on your knees and hunched back as you watched the game.

Reiner was one of your only friends that liked being around Zeke, which really baffled your mind as the only one who knew about your dirty laundry was Porco. Yet, even after two years of being together, Annie wouldn’t even try to start a conversation with Zeke the multiple times he was over at your place. Armin, being the sweetheart he was, tagged along with her, only saying hello or goodbye while making a beeline towards Annie’s room. Pieck, Marcel and Bertholdt also made sure to avoid interacting with him, each of them in their own ways.

You sighed, pressing the bridge of your nose. You didn’t have the time to worry about it that morning.

A hard hit from Reiner made Zeke miss the ball and turn around to retrieve it. This gave Reiner the chance to look around, waving at you when he noticed your presence. You gave him a small smile and waved back.

“Your girlfriend is here.”

Zeke turned around quickly, his grey-blue eyes finding yours. You hated how a smile crept up your lips even after the disastrous night you had spent. His boyish grin and friendly wave would always bring warmth to your chest, and that spoke about how much your heart still belonged to him.

Your eyes were so fixated on each other you didn’t notice Reiner chuckling softly at the way you were looking at each other. Walking around the court, he called up Zeke, startling him and shook his hand. You didn’t listen to what he was saying but after a short conversation, Reiner turned around, waving at you again and started walking out the court. Zeke gestured to join him and you nodded, getting up and walking to the court with your hands in your pockets.

The moment you stepped a foot inside the court, Zeke started walking to you and met you halfway. He grabbed your face and placed a kiss on your lips, humming happily to himself. You kissed him back half-heartedly, your hands still secure inside your pockets without an ounce of need to put them around his neck like usual.

“You look so beautiful,” he said once he pulled away, holding your face tenderly.

You gave him a strained smile.

“Why did you call me so early?” you sighed.

Zeke’s grin didn’t waver, instead pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Give me a second,” he said excitedly, before turning around and walking to the backpack that was against the wall. He left his tennis racket next to it and, after rummaging for a short while, he came back holding a baseball and a glove in his hand.

With a hand on the small of your back, he guided you until you were on the edge of the court. He carefully put the glove on your hand and ran back to the other edge of the court, both of you staying just on one side of the tennis court.

There was a part of you that wanted nothing more than to throw the glove away, stomp on it and demand answers from him but Zeke’s eager smile was nothing like you had seen before. He was really excited about this and even if you weren’t sure as to why , you felt compelled to follow along.

Zeke threw the ball at you and you took a couple of steps back to catch it with your glove. You winced in pain, your muscles still mad at you for drinking so much last night. You threw the ball as hard as you could but it didn’t reach your boyfriend, instead falling to the ground. Without saying a word, he shortened the distance between the two of you and threw the ball again.

A silent game of catch started between the two of you under the morning rays of sun. Seeing how happy Zeke was made you remember why you had fallen in love with him in the first place. He only smiled like that when he was around you, a huge grin on his face and a small couple of wrinkles on each side of his eyes. It was completely different from the way he smiled in social events and you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter knowing it was only you that could see him like this.

It had been almost two years since a junior that sat a few seats away from you at your History of Philosophy class had asked to take a look at your notes at the end of your second class. He confessed it was his third time taking the course as he has failed it twice already. It was his last chance to pass the course and he had seen you taking a lot of notes and answering questions right, hence he was asking for your help. You couldn’t help but giggle at the image of this tall junior asking for the help of a freshman but you agreed and even offered to help him prepare for the exam if he really needed it.

That was the first time he truly smiled at you. And since then you had been hooked.

From a hidden makeout session at the back of the library to him introducing you to his half-brother, you had suddenly become the ‘it couple’ on campus. Zeke always took you out to social gatherings along with his classmates, presenting you as his girlfriend and keeping an arm around your shoulders at all times, letting everyone know who you were with.

Time went by and he even took you to his grandparents’ house, a lovely old couple that lived on the edge of town. You had dinner with them and smiled as they went on and on about how much they loved and were proud of their grandson. As they told you endearing but slightly embarrassing stories about Zeke when he was a little kid, you couldn’t help but notice they didn’t mention his parents in any of the stories. When you went to the kitchen to help his grandmother bring the dessert you tried looking for a picture of his parents and didn’t find it either. But you knew better than to ask.

The conversation ran long and when you two noticed, it was already too late to drive back, so you both decided to stay at their house for the night. After his grandparents had gone to sleep, you sat in front of the chimney, sitting next to each other, your head on his shoulder and enjoying the soft music coming from his phone. Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Rumours’ album was one of Zeke’s favourite albums and it was slowly starting to become yours as well.

A sniffle distracted your thoughts.

You pulled away immediately, kneeling and holding his face tenderly. It seemed Zeke had been crying for quite some time now and your eyes filled with worry.

“Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?” you whispered, your thumbs wiping the tears running down his cheeks to his beard.

“I miss him,” he mumbled.

“Your dad?” you asked softly.

Zeke shook his head and averted his gaze from you. You turned his head back to you again and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“You can talk to me, Zeke. Stronger together, right?” you said with a soft smile. He reciprocated it with a small nod.

Words fell from Zeke’s mouth like a broken dam, tears falling from his eyes quicker than you were able to kiss them away. You listened to him in silence, your fingers running across his dark blond locks, trying your best to soothe him as he tripped over his own words, painting a picture of his childhood.

He told you about their parents and their strong alliance with a political party when he was a kid. How they would talk to him about the party’s history and why he should be on their side, often getting irritated at him for not remembering all the details. He blamed himself for being too young to understand, for not paying enough attention when they talked to him about it. When a chance arrived for him to apply to a scholarship for middle school in a very prestigious private school, both his parents registered him, saying he should study hard to get that scholarship so he could start talking about the political party to the sons and daughters of the high class, so more people could support them.

But Zeke had never been good at school. He reminded you the reason you had met was that he had already failed a course twice, only salvaging it because you tutored him. So when he was ordered to get that scholarship, he studied day and night, sometimes not even going to bed because he wanted to make his parents happy and going to school without having slept even for a minute. But his scores were still low, igniting long and loud fights between his mom and dad, making him silently weep inside his bedroom as he listened to how much of a disappointment he was.

“You’re not a disappointment,” you interrupted him. His eyes that had been set on the chimney turned to you and he lifted the corners of his mouth.

You knew he didn’t believe you.

“They were taken by the police a few days before my scholarship exam. Turns out the political party they were into was… a bit radical.” He didn’t comment further and you thought it was best not to ask for details. “So I came to live with my grandparents. I was enrolled in public middle school and got a sports scholarship to get into university, hence why I’m a part of the swimming team.”

“Are they still…” your question died in your lips.

“In prison? No,” Zeke sighed, taking his glasses off and passing a hand across his face. “They got out after a couple of years. My mom died in a car accident shortly after and my dad remarried Eren’s mom. He lives with her now. Honestly, she’s a very sweet woman, she has always been kind to me. I don’t know how she stands him,” he said with a small chuckle.

“Even so, it’s okay to miss him, you know? Families are… complicated. So it wouldn’t be wrong for you to miss him from time to time.”

“I meant I miss Ksaver,” Zeke said, a sad smile on his lips. He took your hand in his, playing with it absentmindedly. “He was my science teacher at elementary school. He noticed how much I was struggling and how little sleep I was getting. He offered to tutor me some afternoons and we always ended up playing catch for a while before I had to go home. I think I was only able to go by because I could always look for spending my afternoons with him. We kept in touch when I went to middle school and he was always willing to help me out whenever I needed help with my classes or with the girls,” he said, a chuckle escaping his lips. “He lent me his jacket for my first date and he was the one I told about my first kiss with a girl in high school.”

You smiled sweetly, squeezing his hand softly.

“I wish I could have introduced you to him. But he… died, a couple of weeks after I started uni. Cancer. I never knew,” he said bitterly, biting the inside of his cheek. “So being here, listening to my grandparents tell you stories about when I was a kid… just made me remember him, you know? And shit— I really miss him.”

That night when you went to bed, you made sure to hold him a little tighter as he laid his body on top of yours. The feeling of his beard scratching your skin as he kissed your neck made you claw your nails on his muscular back. The room was filled with the sweetest breathy moans as you tried your best to be silent so you didn’t wake his grandparents up.

He pressed a long kiss on your lips before getting off of you, rummaging through his pants and trying to find a spare condom in his pockets. You waited as he put it on, fingertips gently tracing his forearms as a subtle reminder you were still there. Zeke hovered over you with a loving smile, his grey-blue eyes locked in yours making you feel as if you were the only woman he had ever even glanced at.

He slid into you, your lips parting as your body adjusted to his length. He started at a calm pace, his pelvis rubbing just right against your clit, making you see stars every time he moved. You held tightly on his muscular arms, moving your hips as you desperately craved for more.

It wasn’t long until he was pulling out of you, turning you on your stomach and thrusting inside of you again. It didn’t surprise you, he had always shown a preference for fucking you from behind.

Zeke’s hands were holding your waist tightly while he kept bucking his hips against you, his hot breath tickling your ear. The low grunts coming out of his mouth as he buried himself in you were all you could think about as you muffled your moans on the pillow. His fingers were digging on your skin, for sure leaving marks for you to find the next day, a hobby you had grown fond of ever since you started sleeping with Zeke. He was relentless, hips rutting against you without mercy, each thrust getting deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Shit, you give it so good to me, baby,” he grunted, bitting down on your shoulder. You whimpered, closing your fists on the sheets as you tried to arch your back even more to him. “Yeah, just like that— such a good girl to me.”

The way he increased his rhythm for a few seconds and then stilled behind you let you know he has reached his high. You felt as he rolled away from your body, lying on your side with a content smile, lips parted as he tried to regain his breath. You smiled softly at him and caressed his cheek with your knuckles.

Maybe it was a stretch, but you wished to have the power to stop him from ever getting hurt again. You wanted to protect that smile at all costs, not even letting the cold air touch him or anything that could ever threaten his well-being again. It was at that moment that you decided you would make sure he was the happiest man he could be as long as you were there.

As you saw Zeke smile as he threw the baseball, you remembered your vow. He was really the prettiest when he smiled. After your last throw, he caught it and gestured to you to come closer. He kissed you once again and this time you melted in his touch, the familiar taste of his lips taking you back to that night in front of the fire. He put the glove and baseball into his backpack and took your hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.

“C’mon. Let's get breakfast.”

Finding an isolated spot on campus was easy, both of you sitting down under a tree. On your way there, Zeke had bought a couple of juice boxes from a vending machine and once you had gotten comfortable on the ground you realized he had packed a couple of sandwiches for both of you. You took one and smiled at him as a thank you.

“Have you thought about trying out for the baseball team? Bet you would do great there,” you commented, taking your first bite.

“I… I honestly haven’t played in forever,” Zeke said, shaking his head. “Hell, I hadn’t played like this since Ksaver died.”

“What changed?” you asked softly.

“Found this baseball while looking through my tennis stuff this morning as I was leaving to play with Reiner. So I brought them with me because…” he made a pause, looking down at his sandwich. “I wanted to play with you. I wanted to— to share this with you. You know how much it means to me and I couldn’t think of anyone else I wanted to do this with after all these years.”

You smiled at his words and right when you were leaning to kiss him, the memory of Yelena leaving his house hit you. Right. You had seen them, how had you forgotten about this?

Zeke noticed the way your smile dropped and furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“I saw her kissing you,” you said, in a makeshift stern voice. Zeke’s frown deepened.

“What?”

“Yelena. I saw you kissing Yelena last night when she left your house,” you said, the pressure on your chest making it hard to talk. You took a deep breath, trying to alleviate it.

“Wait, wait, last night? Where were you?” he asked, confused.

“I— a few houses away. I wanted to say hi but I saw her and— I saw you two kissing, Zeke, aren't you going to say anything?” you demanded, your voice breaking at the end.

“Baby, I was confused as to why you were saying this because we didn’t kiss. I have never kissed Yelena in my life.”

“Zeke, I saw you,” you said in a pained voice. “I fucking saw you and—”

“Wait, was that why you called?” he interrupted you. “I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I’m just having trouble understanding because we never kissed. The closest thing to that happening was Yelena kissing my cheek goodnight and that’s it.”

“But I—”

“You just said you were a couple of houses away. Don’t you think you could have confused a friendly kiss on the cheek with her kissing my lips? As if I would ever let her,” Zeke said, taking a sip of his juice. “She knows how much I’m in love with you. Hell, I’ve even told her how I plan to marry you once you graduate.”

You felt your cheeks heating at his words and then immediately shook your head, trying to focus.

“Porco saw you too.”

At this, Zeke’s calm expression turned into a disgusted one.

“Baby, please,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Porco will say anything to get you away from me. You know he’s in love with you, right?” he asked. You averted his gaze, looking down at your sandwich. “He’s so obvious about it. He’ll say anything to make you doubt your relationship with me enough for him to get a chance. Bet he kept insisting on you leaving me after you mistakenly believed Yelena kissed me last night.”

Memories of Porco’s arms around your body and his hazel eyes looking at you as he kissed your palm crept inside your head, guilt leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Zeke was right. You were a few houses apart and all you had seen was her kissing the corner of his mouth, never a full kiss on the lips. And on top of that, you had been drinking a lot. There was a big chance you had perceived the moment differently and… Porco had definitely egged you on your distrust.

“You did nothing wrong,” Zeke assured you, taking one of your hands in his. “You trust people too much, you’re too good. But please don’t believe Porco’s intentions are innocent in any way.”

You nodded, keeping your head down. At this, Zeke scooted over to your side, grabbing your face gently and kissing your forehead. You smiled at his action and lifted your face until your lips met. A chaste kiss was exchanged, making the both of you smile.

“I’m sorry for… insisting on this but can I ask you something else about last night?” you asked in a small voice.

Zeke nodded. “Sure, anything that will make you feel better.”

“Why was Yelena with you last night? Why did she leave so late?”

“Yelena was going through a rough time, stuff with her family and the fact she likes girls,” Zeke explained, biting down on his sandwich. “Her family is very religious so it’s… a touchy subject. She needed to talk and we did just that— talk until she was feeling better.”

You nodded, still with a small frown on your face.

“But I asked you, I— I called you and I asked if the movies were fun by yourself.”

“And I told you I always preferred watching movies alone,” Zeke reminded you. “I didn’t lie, I really do. I’ve told you this before. Besides, I didn’t just want to air out her business. It was private for a reason.”

“But her Instagram—”

“Darling, don’t mind her. Please, as far as I know, she could have made that post in case her family saw it. She’s not even out on campus, so… I don’t know,” he shrugged. “But don’t think about it too hard. She’s my friend but trust me when I say she’s not worth your time.”

You felt stupid. So damn stupid for ever believing Zeke was cheating on you. All of Yelena’s Instagram photos made so much sense now that you knew she was trying to present herself as straight. Surely you would have preferred her to use any other guy than your boyfriend but… it just made sense. Since Zeke was the only one that knew about her sexuality, she made sure not to foolishly lead him on since he knew it was all a charade.

And the fact Zeke wasn’t asking about Porco— God, you didn’t deserve him. You had just admitted to being outside with Porco at three in the morning and he hadn’t batted an eye. He didn’t need proof or to interrogate you to trust you would never cheat on him.

“Stop worrying your pretty head around it. We’re good, okay?” he assured you, nudging your shoulder playfully. “Let's just forget about this whole thing, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled.

Zeke took one last bite of his sandwich, shaking his hands to get rid of the crumbs. He scooted until his back was against the tree and pulled you by your wrist, content in how you were giggling as he set you between his legs, with your back on his chest.

“Thank you for meeting me this early without notice. When I found Ksaver’s baseball I just knew I wanted to share that moment with you,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder and putting his arms around your waist. “I’m so weak when it comes to… remembering things from my past. But I know I can always count on you. You’re so much stronger than I am. Always have been.”

Your mind went back to Porco pushing you away after you tried to kiss him just a few hours ago.

“I don’t know about that,” you whispered.

“But you are. And that’s one of the reasons I’m so in love with you,” he smiled, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. “One of the reasons I plan to ask you to marry me as soon as you graduate. We’re stronger together, remember?”

Your heart fluttered at his words.

“Yes,” you nodded with a soft smile .”We are.”

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revirushifaa · 3 years

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OK, but imagine MC dying of old age while their daughter is still super young and Lucifer doing his best as a single dad for centuries as their daughter grows from the terrible twos into the teenage rebellious streak that definitely didn't come from him (it did).

Haaah, more papa Sushifer is in order! This is already fun, so I'll give up a scenario!

Enjoy!

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Daughter of Pride:

MC is gone. His partner is gone, and now the only thing that was left of them, was their one-year-old daughter, Lucille. While Lucifer was still a little mournful over his mate's loss, he promised to them that he would be the one raising their firstborn, it was a promise that he won't break, he did his best with the raising alone, after all he had experience with raising children.

Lucille was a demon like her father so she aged differently from her human parent so it was only natural that MC died without seeing their daughter grow up, something that torment them even to the last moment of their life. Lucifer didn't wish to remember that sad day. It had to be one of the most saddest days of his long life.

Please, MC, my dearest... stay with me

Lucifer... take good care of my little girl. Tell her that I love her... I love you too, both of you...

With that last sentence and warm smile, MC stopped living. He was so devastated that he turned himself colder around everyone... but his daughter. Lucille was the only living being left from his mate, the one who he had to protect and raise. It wasn't an easy task, normally, MC was who took care of her the major part while he was absent in business with Diavolo.

But he had promised with his heart to MC, that Lucille would be cared for and raised well. Just looking his daughter, it remembered him of MC. While she had his body form and face features, her hair and her eyes were MC's, it was like seeing his beloved in their daughter, which he took as comfort. He would nuzzle Lucille at nights and snuggled her in bed, the baby half demoness had MC's calid smile and laugh, but she had also inherited that hard attitude from Lucifer. It was a mix, of hard and soft.

"You are my pride and joy, Lucille. Never forget that, daughter mine."

What he would always murmur in her small ears as he snuggled her and cradled her. With his daughter with him, he didn't become full isolated to his room, if he had lost both MC and Lucille, then Lucifer wouldn't be sane at all. At least Lucille was safe and sound with him.

"No, Lucille. You cannot have sugar all three meals."

As the little demoness grew up, she was more hard to raise or to try to discipline. She was spoiled, that was true, and sometimes she turned out bratty.

"But I wanna sugar. SUGAR NOW!!"

"Lucille—"

"SUGAR!!!"

Sometimes her temper tantrums, gave Lucifer huge migraines and constant stress. It was when he used his major authorital tone, that he made her to stop acting up. And if that didn't work, then it was taking her privileges and sometime in the corner. He never hit her as a punishment. No. He just couldn't bring himself to do that, the demoness was only three and if he did that, he would be breaking an important promise that he had made to MC. Be fair with my little girl, Lu.

So physical discipline was a no-go with him. There were other ways that worked his way. Like when he grounded her from playing with her toys for three days. She would only study and practice her writing. No dessert as well. He had glared sternly at Beel, warning him to not be lenient when his daughter was grounded.

"That's it, young demoness. No toys or dessert for THREE days."

"But, Daddy-"

"No buts, or else I'll add another day to your grounding."

That was all to shut her savage mouth in protesting. Of course seeing her sob and cry because he was too harsh in speaking to her, always made his heart hurt. He would always tone down his voice and speak more gentler to her, explaining why he did that, and then fix the situation with offering to do a compromise, if she was well-behaved and willing to it.

As she reached into adolescense, that was a huge stress to the poor prideful father. Lucille at 16 was such a pain in the butt. Demanding and rebellious, a huge picky eater and a true brat.

"I will be clear with you, young demoness. If you give me an ounce of attitude, then your D.D.D will be confiscated for a month, you won't go out during that time and will be put on chores duty for until I see an improvement in your behavior. And you will write three thousand times I will not disrespect or disobey my father. Clear?

Lucille would huff at how strict her father had turned himself into. But she hadn't known that it was all her part to have put him that way. Lucifer was fair if she was fair, it was a cycle of giving and giving back. Lucille behaved, Lucifer rewarded her. Lucille misbehaved, then Lucifer punished her.

"Father, when did you turn like an old boring grandpa? I only want to have fun! You can't keep me as your prisoner in this boring house!"

"Lucille, I demand more respect from you. This is your father, speaking to you. And I never said that I would keep you here all the time. But first things first. Do your school work and then you can go out. Do we have a compromise?"

"Fine. We have a compromise, Dad."

Lucifer would smile a bit softly, when the young demoness was reasonable.

"That's my good, little demoness." He would end it with a kiss to the top of her hair, before departing from her and going to do his own work and the demoness would go to do her own thing as promised.

Sometimes the lying habit came to Lucille and because of her, Mammon got in many trouble when it was all her buying the latest of fashion clothes.

"How do you explain this, Mammon?"

"Hey, what have you gotten into you?! I don't buy girly stuff! Maybe you should ask Lucille!"

....

"LUCILLE!!!!"

"What?"

She would come to him with a nonchalant look, as she's wearing highly expensive clothes and from that, is when Lucifer realized that it's all his daughter and not his greedy brother.

"So it was you who spent all of our money to please your nonsense..."

"Nonsense, Dad? I am a demoness in need of good clothes and looks! What if I find some good looking human in the future? They wouldn't like a normie, like how Uncle Levi dubs it!"

Lucifer's poor head throbs with absolute pain and stress. Ugh his daughter, is again causing him to go grey at just the age that he was at currently.

"Apologize to your uncle and then go to your room and write three thousand times I will not lie and blame my uncle into buying items that I don't need. Right now. March."

"But, Dad!"

"No 'but Dad'. Now, Young demoness. Or else, I will make you write it fifteen thousand times. How is it going to be?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Mammon..."

And after her uncle acknowledged her apology, she went up to her room to do that, with a sad face, she didn't want at all to make her father disappointed today. Lucifer took notice of it, but decided to wait until she was done with the writings to talk about it.

It was several hours but she was done, and her handwriting had gotten better, it was because of the writing punishments that it got better, seeing as this was a very common punishment that her father doled out to her when she was being disobedient or a brat.

"I...I'm done..." she said in a quiet voice.

Lucifer had looked up from the papers that he was signing. He frowned softly, the demoness hadn't realized it but she had a few tears rushing down her cheeks. His firm tone from before had softened to that gentle tone, as he approached her and pulled her into his hold.

"I hope this will be enough to end your lying habit. I do not like seeing you sad, but you know I cannot let you get away with something that you have done wrong. It is okay now. You have learned and there is not reason for me to keep mad."

He had soft-spoken to her, the way that she knew that he wasn't mad or disappointed anymore. But Lucille couldn't help feeling bad either way. She in fact, never liked putting her dad mad or disappointed in her, she let the silent tears trickle down. Lucifer said nothing, his comfort was always silent and he showed it with actions rather than words. He held her in his arms, all the time that she needed.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you, Dad..."

"There's no need to apologize now, this case has been solved. Don't beat yourself too much over it, your uncle had forgiven you, I have forgotten about it. It's all okay, Lulu."

And by calling her by her special nickname that he had for her, she knew all was well. She hugged more but to show him that she actually loved him so deeply. Lucifer already knew that, he loved his daughter with all his life, it didn't matter how much trouble she was, that wouldn't change anything.

He might be cold, stern and everything else that others said of him behind his back, but the love of a father was above everything else. He loved his demoness quite so much, so that was what was important.

"I love you, Dad. And I mean it."

"I love you too, daughter mine, with all my heart."

#obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer

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ana-benn · 3 years

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Public Relations

This is Steve knowing how thirsty these hoes be....

It's me...

I'm these hoes.

Warnings: Dom/sub relationship, smut, Steve Rogers, pining, angst, jealousy

Pairing: Steve/Stark!reader

Title: Public Relations

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As Tony Stark's daughter, and personal PR specialist you'd weathered a lot of storms.

As the chief PR strategist for the now defunct SHIELD, you'd learned to keep a level head and roll with the punches.

As Steve Rogers girlfriend? Well that's where you'd learned to let go of the control and let the Captain take over. He was firm, and left very little room to wonder who was in charge at any point. Even your dad and Nat had stopped teasing you about dating the 100 year old virgin.

In all honesty Steve was probably the kindest man you'd been with, and he made a point of making sure you were comfortable and satisfied. You trusted him with everything inside of you. It was sometimes difficult to find the hard dominant edge to him, but you were in love and every part of him balanced out every part of you.

Today though? Today you were in the conference room of a prison staring at the hard eyes of your boyfriend with your dad in the corner and an assassin of mythological proportions 20 feet below you. You were here as the Avengers PR manager, NOT his girlfriend or his submissive, though that hard edge in his eyes as you stared at him and he stared back was definitely one you'd seen on a few occasions.

"Steve, General Ross agreed to let you walk out of here a free man. Just sign the papers and we launch the story that you didn't sign so you could get close enough to the Winter Soldier to bring him in. Sam's agreed to go along if you do!" You plead with him.

"What about Bucky?"

"Steve, he bombed the UN!" You said exasperated, you'd been going through this dance for over an hour.

"No he didn't! He was halfway across Europe," Steve ground out.

"Okay, but you can't fix that from prison," you reasoned.

"Did you read this thing y/n?"

"Of course I did. I'll admit it isn't perfect but people are scared. Just sign it Steve." There was a new weariness to your voice now. You knew this wasn't a battle you would win.

Just as that realization dawned on you an alarm went off.

The next few hours flew by. Steve, Sam, and the Winter Soldier broke out. General Ross issued an ultimatum about getting them back, and your dad suddenly seemed to age 10 years.

One thing was abundantly clear though:

As far as the Government was concerned, Steve was no longer an Avenger.

...........3 months later.............

You'd spent the last three months in a fog.

The first month was spent caring for your dad and getting him back on his feet, before Pepper came in and took over. Then you'd gone back to you and Steve's two-bedroom apartment and burried yourself in work. Now since you'd been home you found yourself slowly purging Steve. It hurt too much to see the photos, or have his clothes hanging next to yours. So you'd taken to putting his things in the spare bedroom. Out of sight, but still there. You weren't sure if he'd ever come back to get it, but it felt wrong to throw it away.

Your moods shifted constantly. On one hand you missed the quiet talks and late night conversation, on the other you wanted to hate him for hiding the man who murdered your grandparents. You felt sick at how easily he'd turned against your father. Still you found yourself stealing his clothes and spraying his aftershave on his pillow when you couldn't sleep. Needing his scent and familiar things to bring you comfort.

More than that you found yourself feeling more overwhelmed and anxious all the time now. There was no break from being your business persona. You were constantly being a strong woman on her own, being thrown to the wolves each and every press day. There was no one for you to lean into and hand the reins to anymore.

You missed demanding kisses with rough hands. Sharp thrusts and teeth in your soft flesh. Being completely at someone's control without fear and in complete bliss. Your body knew the difference too, you couldn't even get yourself off anymore, you needed to be dominated.

Which is how you found yourself out to dinner with a guy Pepper knew from Stark Industries. Quinton was a nice enough guy you supposed, but had none of the power behind him Steve did. You knew it wasn't going anywhere after the third time he apologized for talking about the project he was working on with your dad, but you didn't want to be rude.

So you small talked your way through dinner, and gave him a brief kiss on the cheek as you walked to your car. Thanking your foresight to drive separately, and avoid an awkward ride to your apartment. You made the drive home, and as soon as you turned on the light you yelped out loud.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here?” you said as you made your way to the open blinds. “You should not be here. You’re literally wanted by the UN.”

“Who was he?” came Steve’s tight reply.

“Who was who Steve? Friday, disengage Stark monitoring software and erase the last three hours of feedback,” you said. “Authorization, Y/N Stark,” Automatically moving to protect your fugitive boyfriend.

“Don’t play with me kitten,” Steve ground out. “The douche at the restaurant.”

“What, did you follow me? You're talking about Quinton? You disappear for three months with the assassin who killed my grandparents and you’re jealous of a blind date?” you questioned, temper rising. “You don’t get to be jealous. Not anymore, I gave you an opportunity and you didn’t take it.”

“Really kitten? You think you call the shots now?” Steve said, standing up and walking towards you. “You think I don’t know what you want? What you need? What you’ve been craving?”

With each step he was backing you towards the wall, “You don’t know what I want Steve. You left remember,” you said, hating how weak and broken your voice sounded.

“I know kitten, and I’m sorry for leaving you, but I’m here now,” Steve’s voice softened. His eyes darted to your lips, and before you could register who kissed who his hands were lifting you up to him and you lips melded in an earth shattering kiss.

As your hands settled on his head you felt his bulge press into your core, “Steve,” you moaned.

“I thought I didn’t know what you needed,” he smirked as his lips moved to your neck and his fingers worked their way under your skirt. “Now beg for me kitten, or I’ll have to make you.” His fingers began teasing your wetness under your skirt.

“Please Captain, I’ve missed you,” you whimpered. "Don't tease me, please, you don't know what it's been like."

“I know kitten,” he murmured as he plunged two fingers into your core. You groaned as he began pumping into you. “Such a good girl aren’t you honey. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh God, Captain..... I....I’m going to......” you moaned out embarrassingly quickly.

“Shhhh, I know. I’ve got you, cum for me. I want to feel you,” he said as he pulled your long awaited orgasm from you.

As you were coming down you felt Steve enter you, pulling another groan from you. You hadn't even been aware that he'd unbuckled his pants.

“That’s it kitten, you take me so good baby,” his hips pounding you in your entryway. “I’m going to make sure you remember who owns this pretty little pussy. You knew that before you even tried to go on that date didn't you? Who makes you feel like this?”

“Steve!” you cried at a sharp thrust.

“That’s right honey. I do," he growled into your neck.

He was quiet after that, focusing more on marking any exposed skin with his lips and teeth. His hands, frustrated at working around your panties chose to just rip your clothing from your body. You moaned at his raw power, pawing pitifully at his shirt wanting his skin on yours.

He separated his lips from you long enough to pull his shirt over his head. He immediately reaffixed his lips to you, and brought a hand to your clit. He worked your body, focused now on bringing you to the edge. As you fell over he held you tight to his body, as he moved back towards your shared bedroom.

You noticed his throat tighten at his side of the closet being empty, and an unidentified look in his eyes at the sight of his aftershave and t shirt on your nightstand. Your hand found his face, bringing his eyes to yours, "I missed you."

His lips reattached to yours. You both knew a real conversation needed to happen, but for tonight you needed to surrender and Steve needed to lay his claim. There was a hunger in him for you that he needed to satisfy like a panther reclaiming his land. He was all hands and teeth, with soft words and possessive demands. By the time you dozed off on his chest that night, pure exhaustion settled deep in your bones, you knew no matter what came next you knew you weren't going to let Steve leave again. You needed each other, and this dance you'd learned together optional. You belonged together, and that was all you cared about.

Tags: @beauvibaby

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers fic #dom steve #steve roger x reader #stark!reader #dom steve x sub reader #jealous steve #brief Quinton Beck mention

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 307: The One With Shindou

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor and Hawks (and Jeanist too, although he didn’t really do anything, but BY GOD, WHAT IS UP WITH HIS NECK) held a press conference and were all, “everything you’ve heard is true, so we would just like to say, from the bottom of our hearts... our bad.” U.A. opened its doors to the public as an evacuation shelter. Deku and All Might told basically EVERYBODY about OFA, which is absolutely wild, and yet somehow we hardly paid any attention to this at all. Mostly because the chapter ended with Deku being all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN” and peacing out of U.A. to embark on a solo journey of angst. So this is either gonna be the best or the worst thing that ever happened to this series, so TIME TO FIND OUT WHICH IT IS.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so who do you guys want to see next? Deku? Bakugou?? Well how about SHINDOU?” Shindou is all “hi :) I’m Shindou :) :) remember me :) :) :)?” Horikoshi is all “I’m so sorry for depriving you guys of Shindou for so fucking long, how about an ENTIRE CHAPTER ALL OF HIM” and then he REALLY FUCKING DOES IT because, I don’t know?? Did we make him mad?? Am I being punished for something I did in a past life?? It really is, honest to god, seventeen whole goddamn pages of Shindou, punctuated by a few pages of Muscular, and topped off with one (1) whole appearance by Deku at THE VERY END. And we don’t even get to see his face. I am beside myself lmao I’m sorry you guys, you can skip this recap if you want. Or just skip straight to the end, because movie 3 promo.

“long time no see” now what could this mean?? can’t think of too many characters this phrase would apply to right now. although I can think of one big one, and I know that fandom has been trying to manifest his deadbeat ass to finally show itself for years now. could it finally be that time? if Hisashi shows up and debunks DFO a big chunk of the fandom is probably going to riot lol

(ETA: why oh why did I get my hopes up like that lmao. I’m pretty sure Hisashi doesn’t actually exist and Deku was either immaculately conceived, or the stork really did bring Inko a lil green baby from the cabbage patch.)

anyway, so the chapter is opening on this random scene of CRIME and DISARRAY

was this all done by that big villain from the previous chapter? utility poles knocked down, random holes in the sides of buildings, and it looks like this one car pulled over in a hurry and the driver just hopped out and ran

who are these people talking

OH NO, OH GOD

I am immediately struck by the urge to push Shindou off of this ledge. is that mean? probably that is mean, but also fuck this guy lmao. every year you cheat someone out of their well-deserved spot in the popularity poll, and every year I want to punch you in your stupid face for it

bah. and how are you doing, Tatami. love that hero name even if you do have arguably the dumbest superpower in the entire series

listen, though. here I am shitting on these Ketsubutsu kids for no good reason, and I’m sorry about that, and truthfully it’s mostly because I just want to see Deku and/or Kacchan and so it’s hard to give a fuck about anything else right now. BUT, I will immediately cease and desist ALL of my complaining if this means we also get to see my best girl Ms. Joke, omg. Horikoshi please

sdlkfjlskalk

FUCK YOU SHINDOU OMG. I’M SORRY GUYS I CAN’T HELP IT, EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS SO EMINENTLY PUNCHABLE AND DETESTIBLE. IT’S LIKE SOMEONE COMBINED WESLEY CRUSHER WITH JEAN RALPHIO

but LSKJFLEK at this random reminder that Bakugou refused to shake his fucking hand. like, that’s his “fun fact” apparently lol. it’s what he deserves

also living for this “cringe” here, too. fuck you Shindou. I am so, so sorry to any Shindou fans out there you guys because I’m just going to be like this the entire time he’s here. the hate is flowing through me

how has it been three whole pages and I still have to look at his stupid face

anyway so it seems like the kids are having to pick up the slack for Old Man Samurai and all those other assholes who retired. I’m guessing the U.A. kids will be seeing a lot more action as well

but in the meantime let’s hope no villains attack here all of a sudden, because all Tatami can do is make herself shorter while Shindou creates an earthquake to bring the entire building down around them dflkjslk

these guys don’t particularly want to go with them and I can’t say I blame them

so now Shindou is saying that yeah, they can probably handle the looters and such by themselves, but it’s a different story when it comes to the Noumu and the escaped Tartarus prisoners. Shindou how dare you make a reasonable point that I can’t immediately argue with

he says that one of the escapees was sighted in the area, so that’s why they’re trying to evacuate everyone

and the guy disagrees and says he doesn’t trust the heroes and thinks they’re pompous

fdskljk. fucking...

ME: Horikoshi can we please stop and get Deku HORIKOSHI: we have Deku at home THE DEKU AT HOME:

Horikoshi. please. we get it, the civilians don’t trust the heroes anymore. I UNDERSTAND. I COMPREHEND THIS. so unless there is some other point to this scene I respectfully ask that you hurry things along because omg

did Tatami always have this habit of speaking in meme language and such? I thought that was Camie’s thing but hey

listen, I’m here for anyone who’s willing to drag this man down into the depths of the earth. I would just also rather not spend the entire fucking chapter on this oh my god. Horikoshi do you have any more of those chapters where things happen in them?? those are good, I like those

YESSSSSS FINALLY

so whoever’s on the other end of the call (ETA: it’s that rock-looking guy who can harden anything that he touches. why does BnHA have so many hardening powers) is telling them to run because there’s apparently a villain heading right for them, oh my

WHO IS HE

depending on who it is I can’t promise I won’t be rooting for them over you, buddy

ohhhhhh shit

huh. well that’s... hmm... but on the other hand...

okay lol no, I know it’s bad. Muscular fucking LOVES murdering kids. not even Shindou deserves that. I’m sure he has a family that loves him and stuff. and Tatami seems like a sweet girl. they don’t deserve to be murdered

that is the question isn’t it? are we really going to spend the entire chapter with Limbs-Retracting-Girl and her boyfriend, Joseph Gordon-Levitt from (500) Days of Summer??

YES OMG

YES PLEASE CALL YOUR SENSEI. my god do you know what I would give to see Ms. Joke take down an S-class villain??

(ETA: all I’ll say is that we were robbed here, you guys.)

now Tatami is running away while Shindou stays behind omg

Horikoshi I know I said I hate the guy, and I do, but my god. seems I don’t hate him half as much as you do you. been nice knowing you Shindou my man

are you serious Tatami really ran all the way back up here to try and evacuate these guys one more time

SHE’S SUCH A GOOD PERSON omg if you assholes don’t listen to her you deserve to get murdered

BRO

HORIKOSHI DID YOU REALLY FUCKING DO IT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT

LOL OKAY NO, SO FAR HE’S ONLY MESSED UP HIS FACE

WHAT A SHAME WHAT A TRAGEDY. THE WORLD MOURNS

okay but seriously, now he has to be dead

r.i.p. Shindou. he died doing what he loved, talking a lot and being utterly useless

then again, damn Shindou are you really gonna come out here and be a badass?? gonna make me eat my words there kiddo?

I have absolutely no idea if I should expect this to work or not. all I know is that this is page 14, and so it would seem we really are going to spend the entire fucking chapter on fucking Shindou. this beautiful chapter had so much potential, Horikoshi. and now look at it. I hope you’re happy

nope it didn’t fucking work at all lmao

IT’S JUST LIKE I SAID. r.i.p. you pretentious handsome lump

OHHHHHH SNAP

DEKU YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO LOL. anyway but it’s good to see you!! it’s good to see ANYONE other than these guys sob but especially you

FINALLY SOMETHING COOL OMG

somehow Horikoshi actually made the bunny mask look badass?? I don’t think this is sustainable, but I am here for it while it lasts

Shindou should by all rights be nothing but A HANDSOME PASTE at this point lol but WHATEVER. it’s BnHA; getting smashed into walls and cliffs has more or less the same consequences as being set on fire. slap a band-aid on it and you’re good to go

we are REALLY ENDING IT HERE huh

well. and that’s it. I just did not care about any of that lmao. a rare dud of a chapter. well, but we’ve had something like ten in a row that ranged from “pretty good” to “amazing”, so I guess that’s fair

anyway I feel like I owe you guys something other than endless bitching and moaning, so! BONUS:

now this is more like it

first of all, I’m absolutely living for this promo’s “YEET THE CHILDREN OUT OF A HELICOPTER” vibes. FUCK YEAH WE’RE HEROES BITCH

is Deku wearing a jetpack/parachute?? let’s hope he is because I’m assuming he doesn’t have Float yet, so if that’s not a jetpack then it is a LONG WAY DOWN kiddo

these maniacs actually got Deku to wear something other than his red shoes holy fuck. I’m speechless. are we sure that’s not an imposter??

Shouto has the funniest falling position I’ve ever seen. I’m assuming his left arm is not in fact tucked under his leg like it appeared to be at first glance?? like, wtf is the outline of your body right now Shouto

this is what I think it is after careful analysis, but at first I thought this kid had some hidden contortionist abilities

and then there’s this guy

I MISSED YOU YOU BIG GOON. loving the new gauntlets!! and he’s changed up his impractical metal neck thingy into arm thingies! but most importantly, ARE THESE WHAT I THINK THEY ARE

ARE THOSE WEENIES. KACCHAN. KACCHAN HAVE YOU GONE NATIVE OMFG

and meanwhile, look who’s with them! Endeavor makes perfect sense of course, but Hawks is a very welcome surprise. does this mean we can expect to see Tokoyami too? because I would fucking love that

lastly, so this confirms the whole “world heroes” thing! which we all pretty much guessed anyway lol. I wonder if this movie will take place in another country (fingers crossed). the city in the background doesn’t look particularly familiar, but this image probably wasn’t meant to be analyzed in that way lol. anyways, looking forward to this so much, PLEASE GIVE US A TRAILER SOON omg

#bnha 307 #shindou you #nakagame tatami #muscular #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #bnha movie 3 #bnha world heroes' mission #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #'I never knew shindou was so popular' said horikoshi not understanding memes #'I guess I better give the people what they want'#smdh #this chapter should be called 'horikoshi's revenge'

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Some meandering thoughts about jokes about rape and cultural changes in the last decade and a half

Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad we’re in a place now where we DO question rape jokes and it would be much harder to get away with “raping Jonah Hill is incredibly amusing” as the center of a scene the way that you could in 2007-2013 but I do kind of feel like we don’t talk about how sudden that change was enough.

People talk about how you should have always known that awful things are awful but if you’re surrounded by rape jokes and pedophilia jokes all the time and that’s what’s funny to the other kids around you and the adults in your lives and what makes up the jokes in the movies you watch then it’s hard to act like you always knew it was wrong.

Dead baby jokes were a HUGE thing when I was a teen and in my early twenties and sitting around swapping dead baby jokes was just a thing we did, and tossed in among them were things like:

A joke about incest with the punchline “Get off me pa, you’re crushing my smokes.”

This joke about a pedophile murdering a child.

Let’s not turn this rape into a murder.

And hell, look at the activity graph for “soap on a rope” on urban dictionary:

2014 starts a significant taper.

Letterboxd has their “sexual assault against men played for comedy page” and if you sort by release date there’s a downward trend with 2014 as a really stand-out year for rape jokes about men in popular movies:

2010 - 10

2011 - 12

2012 - 14

2013 - 12

2014 - 18 (jesus, which includes a prison rape joke in “Paddington”)

2015 - 9

2016 - 9

2017 - 11

2018 - 15

2019 - 4

2020 - 1

(this is of course with the caveat that this is only what has been documented so far)

Shock porn sites used to be a thing and they used to be a COMMON thing. A thing that would get remixed and have late night hosts make jokes about them and that got parody music videos.

So on the one hand I was really glad that in 2010 the hacker conference WASN’T asking me to make a rape joke on their tee shirt, but since Pool 2 Girl came up at every single “this is what defcon is about” discussion and some of the guys from the con had printed up “lemonparty.org” stickers to slap up around town it wouldn’t have been *surprising* if they’d been asking for that.

If you were a teenager in 2005 would you have known how much of a dick move goatse-ing people was? We didn’t have the same culture of trigger warnings (not that I disapprove of trigger warnings, they are good and I like them) and there was very much an attitude online at the time of “if you can’t handle it log off.”

I think the fappening was the turning point for a lot of this stuff - I think that was a big cultural moment that changed a lot of people’s attitudes really quickly and I’m seeing echos of that with what Chris Evans is dealing with right now: people are a lot faster to say “oh, that sucks, don’t be an asshole, report people for posting the pics” while I remember sitting and arguing in an imgur thread because there were a bunch of people saying “if you don’t like it don’t take nudes” about the celebrities who got caught in the icloud leak.

People look at Shane Dawson’s (admittedly gross and incredibly inappropriate) behavior with a poster of Willow Smith and act like it’s unprecedented***** but as someone who remembers not only Olsen Eighteenth Birthday countdowns but ALSO the jokes about fucking the Olsen twins that came BEFORE they were legal that’s just bizarre. Seeing people my age and older react to James Gunn’s pedophilic twitter jokes like they’re worse than Jay Leno’s jokes about Michael Jackson (which were made on TV! Across America! On a major network!) is just. It’s bizarre.

I’m glad we are where we are now, I’m glad that making rape jokes in public or jokes about incest or pedophilia (or murder or abortion) is less common and less okay (especially in children’s media, jesus fuck) and more likely to get criticized.

But I’m also pretty sure I’m going to get called a rape apologist by *someone* for saying “2010 was a different time, rape jokes were more common and we didn’t realize how shitty it was” when it really was a different time and rape jokes were more common and most people didn’t realize how shitty it was. I sure didn’t. I do now, and I’m glad I do now. But pretending that we should have ALWAYS known this, pretending that this was NEVER acceptable, pretending that it WASN’T a different time is ignoring the fact that for over a decade there was an entire genre of pedophilic rape jokes (that were frequently also racist) centered around one celebrity and that people told these jokes in public and in pop culture *all the time.*

Does that make it right? Fuck, I don’t know, shit is relative. It was still largely acceptable to electrocute gay kids and people tossed around the word “faggot” pretty freely. Mean Girls is full of jokes about how awful it is for people to think you’re a lesbian and Superbad is full of jokes about getting people shitfaced so they’ll sleep with you (so date rape) and there’s an entire “cute comedy” from the 80s starring Kurt Russel and Goldie Hawn that’s an extended rape-by-fraud joke. I think that as a whole we’re better now as people than we were in 2010 and the 90s and the 80s and the 50s and I don’t think that someone who made a sexist joke in the 80s is irredeemably evil and I don’t think people making rape jokes in the 2010s are rape apologists in 2020 and I wish there was a lot more understanding of both history and nuance in these conversations.

*****to be very, very clear Shane Dawson has been filmed kissing underage fans on the mouth and having explicit sexual conversations with his very young cousin - Dawson has done things that go beyond “inappropriate” and fall clearly into “wrong” “bad” “dangerous” “illegal” etc, which is all the more reason that it’s so strange to see people focusing on him fake masturbating on a poster of Willow Smith. YES doing that was gross but why is it even being compared to the way he’s been filmed interacting with fans? The lack of nuance, making “fake masturbating at a poster” and “creating a sexually abused puppet character” the same as “inappropriately touched and kissed minor fans and engaged a young child in explicit sexual conversations” is NOT GOOD. That is a bad thing. Two of those things are tasteless and two of those things are actively harmful and it’s the actively harmful stuff that we should be focusing on and part of why it’s really weird to see shit like “pizzagate conspiracist accuses James Gunn of making inappropriate jokes” like yes Gunn please don’t but can we maybe refocus and talk about the dude who can be pretty significantly assigned blame for a fucking shooting? https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/aug/01/james-gunn-alt-right-marvel-film-director-tweets

Actually, you know what, I thought I was done ranting, I’m not.

It’s purity culture.

YES you should attempt to do less harm with your language, YES you should attempt to not use slurs, YES you should try to avoid making rape jokes. But there’s an entire huge group of people who are willing to drag up rape jokes from a decade when rape jokes were REALLY REALLY common in order to say that nothing you say or do today matters.

And that same group is ALSO really interested in expanding the concept of what pedophilia is to include age differences in adults or liking the wrong style of drawing and it’s a purity culture silencing tactic and can we PLEASE stop pretending that gross, tasteless jokes are the same thing as actually sexually abusing people? Can we stop pretending that pointing out “rape jokes were more common fifteen years ago and I feel bad about it but that’s just the way it was and I don’t make jokes like that anymore” is the same as saying “rape isn’t bad and you shouldn’t make a big deal out of it.”

It’s always good to try to be a less shitty human but if you’re only allowed to grow and improve and be less shitty if you never fucked up in the first place then it’s all just calvinist bullshit and none of us could ever really be saved in the first place.

I dunno, dudes. We got so careful about disapproving of the wrong kind of language that we let a white supremacist concern troll Disney into firing a director who caught the attention of the alt right by shit-talking the president.

I think perhaps we need to reexamine some strategy here.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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innocence - 35

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: fluff

A/N: i wanted to wait until tomorrow to post this but i have no self control. as promised, here’s some fluff. hope you enjoy xx

NEXT CHAPTER

- We’re getting married. - she smiled at him, one of those sunny smiles that always made him feel like he was way too lucky to be marrying someone like her. Bucky leaned his forehead against hers, his hand caressing her the side of her waist as that sunny smile morphed into playful one. - You do have to leave this bedroom to get married though.

- But the bedroom is an important part of our marriage, princess.

- No. You shouldn’t be even seeing me on our wedding day. It’s bad luck, besides Steve, Sam and Sharon are outside. - she played with the hair in the back of his neck.

The super soldier playfully rolled his eyes at her answer. He hadn’t even had time to buy her an engagement ring or even tell anyone other than her parents and Steve, yet he guessed Sam and Sharon now knew it too, and yet the two of them were going to get married. Her family wasn’t here and it definitely wasn’t what he thought it’d be when he was younger. He’d pictured a much more traditional wedding, maybe somehow in the middle of war and he’d marry in his uniform with his family and hers surrounding them in a small little church yet, she was right. There weren’t a lot of things that were normal about them but she loved him and he loved her. That was the basis of marriage after all.

His finger traced her jaw, feeling her features under the calloused texture of his fingers, the same features he hadn’t seen in two weeks and had barely seen yesterday. He examined everything, almost if he wasn’t going to see her again, yet that was mostly his mind screaming at him about the restraining order they could order. His eyes, however landed on almost fresh bruises at her lower neck.

- Princess, what this? - his fingers slightly lingered over her bruises.

- Oh ... - her gaze moved down before it moved up. - Stunt gone wrong while filming, it’s nothing major really.

- Seems like something major, princess. It’s looks pretty bad. Did no one do anything?

- It looks just like your bruise does. - she kissed his cheekbone. - Let’s go before Steve, Sam and Sharon resort to hearing behind the door.

He sighed, knowing she wouldn’t really say anything more about it so he dropped it, for now. The two of them left the bedroom and walked into the living area where Steve, Sam and Sharon were still sat in.

- So ... - Bucky started. - How do we do this?

- A wedding? - Sharon questioned. - We get an officiant, a marriage license, and make sure no one but us know about it.

- Oh Chuck has to know about it. He’s my only friend here and I’d like him to be present.

- Okay but we can’t do it here. - Steve added. - It’s most likely under surveillance and if they even dream you two are getting married, Bucky’s going right back to prison.

- What do you suggest? - Y/N cocked her head to the side.

- Me and Buck will get rings, Sam will get the marriage certificate and the officiant and Sharon will stay here with you. We’ll all meet at the HQ in an hour.

- You’ll be okay? - Bucky mumbled over to Y/N who nodded. - I’ll see you in an hour, okay?

- I’ll be the one in white. Or at least something white.

Bucky kissed the top of her head before leaving with Steve and Sam leaving her with Sharon. Of course like most girls she had pictured the eve of her wedding, even the hours before, what it would be like, who would be by her side, where it’d be. She had to admit it was very different from what she had envisioned but it was okay. Better have an odd wedding with the right person than the best wedding with the wrong one and she knew Bucky was the one. She felt it whenever he looked at her or whenever he’d fall asleep on her shoulder after telling her he wouldn’t. Her parents were right and so were the movies, when you know you know.

She knew.

- I have to message Chuck. Maybe he can pass by my apartment and grab me something white. - she took her phone from her pocket to text Chuck.

- Something new, something blue, something old, something borrowed. Luckily for you, I have your something new.

Y/N furrowed her brows at Sharon as the blonde spy made her way inside her shared bedroom with Bucky. Y/N watching with confusion as she opened the small closet which was still a mess with packed boxes from both Bucky and Y/N which both of them kept putting off unpacking. Sharon moved some boxes and small trinkets off her way and pulled out a white big short rectangular box before putting it on top of the still yet to be made bed.

The actress approached the edge of the bed as Sharon pulled the lid off and removed some packing paper from the top of whatever was laying inside. She quickly recognised what was inside of it, somehow through her prosecco influenced mind that night she could still remember what her favourite dress looked like. Her eyes looked up to Sharon’s before looking again at the dress, taking it from the box and holding it in front off her.

- When did you get this? No ... scratch that, when did you hide it in my flat?

- Same night we got it. I’m prone to shop lifting when drunk. Besides there’s more than 5 thousand dresses in that shop, she won’t know. - Sharon shrugged, a proud smile on her lips. - You’re not gonna get married in a used white dress. You’re already not gonna have a big ceremony so you should at least have a wedding dress.

- What if I get arrested? It’s illegal.

- It’s the least illegal thing I’ve done, besides, she won’t know and we can return it in the end if it makes you feel better.

- It’s so pretty. - Y/N held the dress against her chest, almost hugging the fabric. - You’ll be my maid of honour right? I don’t have a lot of female friends here yet.

- Sure. Now, we have an hour to do preparation and hen’s night all together.

- It’ll be okay, right? With Bucky ... they won’t hurt him because of me, right?

- Don’t concern yourself with that now. It’s your day, no matter how little it is. Whatever comes after that, me, Steve, Sam will be there for you two. You’re family.

- I don’t want him to get hurt because of me. - Y/N dragged whatever tears were trying to spill out of her eyes with her knuckles. - I don’t want to be the reason he’s not free and he keeps telling me it’s fine but ... I love him so much and it broke my heart to see him handcuffed because of me when he’s been always there.

- Hey ... - Sharon patted the side of the bed next to her, waiting for Y/N to sit by her side. - No relationship is easy. I mean maybe most relationships don’t have the downsides yours has but you have something that only a small part of them have.

- A huge age gap?

- Hey, I have that too. - Sharon laughed before rolling her eyes. - Unconditional love. Trust me, it’s not easy for someone who is not in my “line of work” to understand what happened to Bucky and he isn’t one to open up easily. And you just love him and he just loves you. That’s all it matters at the end, that you love each other hard enough you will hold each other’s hands through the worse of storms. Not everyone has a hand to hold in their darkest moments and when you do, and when you know, those monsters become folklore.

- Wow, Sharon. If super heroing does not pan out for you, you should become a poet. - Y/N leaned her head against Sharon’s shoulder. - Well, if they don’t handcuff my fiance during the wedding, I don’t think it can get any worse.

- Good. Now hop onto the shower and only come up when you smell like a baked good. Exfoliate everything.

- Wait, what about something blue? I have something old ... and something new and ... somehow borrowed. What about something blue?

- You have Bucky.

- I have to be in something blue.

- Well, Bucky will be in you later tonight, I’m sure. Just get in the shower, Y/N. The clock is ticking.

Bucky looked at himself in the mirror, old army suit on and somehow still fitting even with the metal arm. To be honest, Bucky was more surprised that a more than 70 year old suit hadn’t been made into a ball of threads and dust yet there it was looking exactly as it did when he first got it. He straightened his back and the lapels of his jacket, looking up only to return to a slouched position as the light hit the metal of his arm. James Buchanan Barnes was not the same man he was 70 years ago yet he was doing the thing which was expected of him back in his day. Now ... now she just had to show up and he hoped she did. All he wanted right now was to see her walk whatever path she was gonna walk, as long as she met him at the end.

He straightened the lapels of his jacket once again, trying to appear as confident as he used to be back then. His rushing mindset was interrupted by a knock on his door.

- Steve, not again. I’m still here and I’m fine. - he barked at the door.

- It’s not Steve. - his sister opened the door.

- Becca? - he abandoned the mirror to go to his sister. - What are you doing here? Is everything all right?

- I would’ve preferred you telling me you were engaged and getting married today rather than one of your bride’s friends, I think his name is Chuck. - she crossed her arms, that childhood smile that she still remained making her way across her lips. - You think I’d let my big brother marry without me to see it? It took a long time but here we are.

- Yeah, getting married in the Avengers’ HQ. How romantic.

- Mum would be so happy. - she started to straighten up his tie. - She always said she wanted you to marry a nice girl and seems like you found one. Although, I was expecting you’d propose to her with mum’s ring. I guess you could give it to her for her birthday or something.

- She doesn’t even have a ring. - he sat down on his old bed. - I feel like she might not even show up.

- I’m sure that if she didn’t run away when she saw your baby photos, she won’t run away now.

- Bucky, five minutes. - Steve poked his head into his old bedroom. - Let’s make a move before the bride is there before you are.

Steve and Sam had decided it would be best to hold the wedding in the inner private garden where no one but the Avengers or people with an access pass could come into. No media, no police, nothing. Bucky did remember that garden, the one with the cherry blossom tree which was somehow always on bloom. Genetically engineered, Bruce had told him, whatever that meant. All he knew was that it was pretty, it was pretty enough for her to get married in with the flowers standing over where whom he guessed was the officiant and the petals which would fall with the wind, laying on the ground.

- Dude, you’re not taking the photos.

- Sam, I am the best man, it is my duty.

- You can barely use a phone. - Sam retorted. - Remember the last photos from yours and Sharon’s vacation?

- C’mon Sam, we all loved to see Steve’s thumb in all of them.

- Fine, I guess I’ll just stay here and do nothing. - Steve stood by Bucky’s right next to Sam and his sister.

Time went slowly even when Sam told him Sharon was already in the building. Despite that, his mind still told him she wasn’t going to come. No one in their right state of mind would marry a super soldier, much less him. Definitely not him, he did not deserve this. He did not deserve this. Yet, she stood there at the end of the makeshift aisle with Sharon and Chuck by her side.

He’d definitely heard many stories from many men and women about how they felt when they first say their loved ones on their wedding date but he never thought about how it would felt. It felt as if he could only see her, everything was blurred and blacked out and all he could see was her approaching him with a wedding gown and veil holding a few white flowers tied together with a white string. He definitely did not deserve her yet there she was. She was there and she took his hand standing by his side, looking more radiant, more beautiful, more ... god words failed, yet all he could say was he felt like he was floating. He was sure in that moment he had to be standing next to an angel.

Y/N handed her flowers to Sharon before turning with Bucky to stare at the officiant.

- Welcome, friends, family and loved ones. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two people in marriage. You have come here to share in this commitment they are making to one another and allow James and Y/N to start their married life surrounded by those who care and love them. Marriage is perhaps one of life’s great adventures, one where you chose someone who will see it through with you to the end and support you during your darkest and brightest times. A wedding ceremony is not what makes a marriage but merely a celebration of the choice you have made to support and love each other. This is merely the start of the life you two will carve together. Will you James take this woman to be your wedded wife? Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?

- Absolutely. - he turned to look at her, holding her hands in his,

- Will you Y/N take this man to be your wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding only unto him forevermore?

- Absolutely. - she giggled a bit.

- I have been told the bride and groom have chosen to say their vows in private so we will skip to the rings. Rings are nothing of importance and have no importance unless you give them value. Your wedding rings are a reminder and will be a reminder of the choice you made here today, a choice which is never ending. That’s why the ring is a circle, it’s never ending. - Steve handed Bucky one of the rings they had picked up in a rush from the jewellery shop downtown and Y/N the other one. - James, please place the ring on Y/N’s left hand and repeat after me. As a sign that I have chosen you, as proof of my love above all else, I give you this ring. With this ring, I thee wed.

- As a sign that I have chosen you, as proof of my love above all else, I give you this ring. With this ring, I thee wed. - he slide the ring on her finger, thanking heaven he’d gotten the right size.

- Y/N, please place the ring on James’ left hand and repeat after me. As a sign that I have chosen you, as proof of my love above all else, I give you this ring. With this ring, I thee wed.

- As a sign that I have chosen you, as proof of my love above all else, I give you this ring. With this ring, I thee wed. - she slide the ring onto his finger.

- And now by the power vested in me by the state of New York, it is my honor and delight to declare you married. You may now kiss the bride.

Y/N gave him a little smile, nose scrunching as it did whenever she smiled out of shyness before he pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t long, it was a short and sweet. He knew the two of them had little time and would have to be back in the flat the sooner as possible but it was still a kiss. Their first kiss as a married couple. The two broke the kiss as the clapping became just too loud to ignore and she merely leaned her head against his shoulder, holding his hand in hers as the people around them clapped.

- Good, back on the road. - Steve said taking the lead to exit the garden to which everyone followed, with Bucky and Y/N behind them.

- You look beautiful. - he mumbled to her, kissing her cheek as Sharon and Steve lead them to the back of the HQ where a white van was parked. - Where did Sharon get a van?

- She stole the van.

- I didn’t steal it, Y/N. I borrowed it. I will park it back where it was. - she said as she entered the drivers seat, Steve opening the back for Y/N and Bucky to get in so no one would see them.

The two of them just sat in the back of the van in silence. Her head leaned against his shoulder during the whole trip as he merely basked in the fact that he was married. Not only married, but married to her, to the woman whose head was now leaning against his shoulder. She’d chosen him, she’d come.

Sharon parked behind his apartment, bringing the van to a stop as Steve hopped off to open the door to the apartment complex and Sharon opened the back of the van. Bucky was the first one off, reaching out for Y/N’s hand to help her out.

- Have fun. - Sharon winked at Y/N. - And I am keeping your bouquet. Maybe someone will take a hint.

- Congratulations, Buck. Y/N, you look beautiful, congratulations on dealing with him for a very long time. - Steve added. - I don’t know how long, but expect a few more hundred years.

- I am okay with that. - she smiled at Steve. - Thank you for helping out.

- We will see you in court.

- See you in court.

Bucky kissed the top of her head as the two of them walked inside the apartment, hand firmly clutching hers as the two of them walked up the stairs with her in a rather voluminous dress. She just looked so beautiful to him, he was love drunk on merely her voice but looking at her just made it all even more intense. Catching her little side looks, a small giggles she’d let out whenever he’d kiss her cheek or lips mid climbing the stairs up to the floor where his flat was. It was a tiring day and right them both of them just wanted to be with each other and celebrate witch each other.

As they stood in front of his flat’s entry door, Bucky picked her up bridal style as if they were in some cheesy sitcom, yet it was tradition.

- Bucky, what are you doing? - she giggled at him, her hand holding her veil against her head so it wouldn’t fall down.

- I have to carry my bride over the threshold, that’s just how it works. - Bucky opened the door to his flat and entered the place the two of them already called home with his wife in his arms. He helped her back on her feet before closing the door. Finally, it was just the two of them. - You look so beautiful, princess.

- You’re making me flush, Buck. - she turned her head to her own shoulder, her shyness looking absolutely endearing to him. Yet, everything she did was endearing to him.

- It always looks really sweet, princess.

Bucky kissed the top of her head and walked up to the old vinyl player he’d gotten as a gift from Steve a few years ago which laid on top of a mahogany dresser leaning against the wall of the biggest window on the living room. He fished through a basket of old records, placing one on the vinyl player before walking up to his wife who had a curious look in her sparkling eyes.

- What are you doing, Bucky?

- I’m not doing anything. - he took her hand in his, softly and carefully pulling her towards him. - I want to dance with my wife.

She leaned her head against his chest, listening to his heart softly beating against his ribcage. Everything was so peaceful and despite all that was lying in front off them, they were just focused on each other and the music which softly played in the background. Nothing really mattered in that moment, it was just the two of them, his head buried in her neck and her head against his chest, softly lulling to side, one hand on her small back while the other one held her hand. Fingers intertwined, new shiny copper coloured thin bands on their fourth finger of their left hands.

Wise man say only fools rush in but I can’t help falling in love with you. Shall I stay would it be a sin if I can’t help falling in love with you ...

- Bucky ... - she rose her head slightly up, not to disturb him. He moved his head to stare at her, bright blue eyes filled with calm seas. - I love you.

- I know, princess. - he smiled, softly and slowly twirling her, before bringing her back to being flushed against his chest.

- No, I don’t just love James Buchanan Barnes. I love all of you. - her free hand rested upon his chest, right over his heart. - I love what you’ve been, what you are and what you’ll be. I love you during your best times and during your worse times. I know you think you’re crazy and damaged but I don’t think you are. If I had gone through half you what’ve gone through, I wouldn’t be a good person after but you ... you decided to help other people, you’re kind, you’re warm. You have a golden heart, James Barnes, and I will always love it. No matter what happens.

Bucky was taken aback by those words, almost as if he wasn’t expecting to hear them. Everything came back into flashbacks, a kaleidoscope of memories from seeing Steve in the train as he fell down, killing the Starks, almost killing Steve, the Zemo events and then it was just her. Seeing her for the first time in the preppy skirt and shirt, the little charming smile she had given him when she had interviewed him, hearing her sing for the first time, kissing her for the first time to seeing her walk down the aisle up to him just a few hours ago and he knew. Bucky knew he’d do it all over again, he’d go through all the pain, through all of what HYDRA did, through all of it as long as she’d be there at the end in her little cupcake shaped white wedding gown and shy smile. He’d do it over again.

He’d do it over again for her. For her touch, for her embrace, for her smile and laughter.

So take my hand, take my whole life too for I can’t help falling in love with you. Oh, I can’t help falling in love with you.

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