#he's also friends w my brother from work and they met later on and have hung out for like. awhile. separately from me which is cool

[assassinsblade]

Arrows and Ashes | 2

Azriel must balance his need for vengeance and his need to take care of you.

WC: 4.3k

Warnings: Pining, friends to lovers, gross gore, injury, violence, blood, vomit, all that kind of stuff, fluff too though.

a/n: Holy shit everyone, the response to Part 1 was incredible! Seriously! All your comments and thoughts and everything are what make me want to keep writing, so thank you!!

Part 1 Part 3

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If someone would have told Azriel when he woke up that morning that he would later be kneeling in front of your bloody body, begging you to stay awake, he would have locked you inside of the House of Wind so you couldn’t leave.

He would have never let you get out of bed that morning. He would have come up with some excuse to keep you safe near Velaris, safe near him.

But he hadn’t known. So when you and Cassian left that morning to meet with Autumn Court heir, he was only slightly nervous. He hated the idea of you being anywhere near Eris, but Cassian was there, and he trusted his brother to keep you safe. He trusted that he would see you in only a few hours, sitting across from him at the dinner table, giggling at something snarky Nesta threw at Cassian while picking at the food on your plate.

So when his and Rhysand's talk was interrupted by a letter arriving from Eris Vanserra, one that made Rhys tense in his silent reading, Azriel felt his panic start to rise.

The way his heart had stopped in his chest when Rhys had read the words on the paper aloud: Your two spies missed the meeting window outside of the forest cabin, and upon investigation, were found in the dungeons of my father's establishment. We are doing what we can for the one you call Daisy, but I would advise arriving to the forest cabin expeditiously and with a healer in tow.

Azriel hadn't even waited for Rhysand to respond. He had barely gotten the words out before Azriel was winnowing to the forest cabin, his blood rushing in his veins, making him lightheaded with panic and rage.

And when he had seen you there, lying on a wooden table, bare and vulnerable with nothing but gore and a light blanket covering your form? He had nearly collapsed.

Your eyes had been swollen and wet with tears, cheeks splotchy and bruised. Everything around you had been red. The blanket, with creamy white fibers of wool woven together, was soaked red along your back. The natural brown of the table underneath you dripped with the dark red falling from your form. Your hair matted with both old and new bright red blood.

Something Azriel saw so frequently, and red quickly became his least favorite color.

He had tried to comfort you, tried to soothe any pain you were feeling, but nothing seemed to work. Each sob, cry, whimper, and croak had cracked something in his chest, and he was sure irreparable damage was being done inside of him with the agony he felt from your state.

The memory of your body shaking from the pain, of what your back looked like when the blanket was pulled back, was what made Azriel immediately demand to see what had happened in that cell.

Cassian had at first refused, tears in his eyes, insisting it was something neither of his brothers should see or experience. But Rhys also demanded to see, if only so they could track down the three males who had been with you in the dungeons.

Azriel could feel the self-hatred coming off of Cassian in waves, but the general acquiesced, giving Rhys a short nod.

Then Azriel was watching his brother go into Cassian's mind. And as Rhysand tensed and paled, stumbling at what he was seeing, Azriel found himself breathing harder, attempting to prepare himself to see you hurt.

When Rhysand came to again, both he and Cassian had tears in their eyes. Rhys met Azriel's and gave him a cautious look. Azriel only nodded.

And then he was in the dungeons, seeing from Cassian's point-of-view.

He watched as the soldiers walked into the dungeons and shackled you to the wall. There were wounds already covering your body from what looked like whips and manual beatings, and Azriel wondered what Cassian or Rhys was omitting from these memories.

But his thoughts were cut short by the sight of a sword coming down on your wings and your back arching in pain. You didn't even make a noise, your mouth open in a silent scream and body scrambling to get away.

Blood sprayed everywhere, and the motions of the soldier hacking your wings off were haphazard and angry, but also uncaring and almost bored.

Azriel had never felt as heartbroken as he did then, watching you lose your wings, your screams beginning to echo through the cell.

Cassian was trying to get you to look at him, trying to remind you that he was there, that you weren't alone, but you were too far gone to the pain and torture.

When both of your wings were nothing but ripped off limbs on the ground behind you, and your body slumped into your own blood, piss, and vomit, Azriel had already committed the males' faces to his memory.

Your bare vulnerable form, twitching and mangled on that concrete floor, would forever haunt him.

"Her wings are gone," Cassian choked out when Azriel had finished seeing the memory. "And it's all my fault."

Rhys shook his head. "It's no more your fault than mine."

Azriel didn't say anything though, because all he could feel was the anger raging under his skin, begging to be let out, and he didn't want to say anything he'd regret to either of his brothers.

He was shaking, his body burning, vibrating with energy. He turned to the auburn-haired male leaning against the wall.

"Are there wards surrounding the dungeons?"

Eris smirked. "You don't think us foolish enough to leave our prisoners unguarded, do you?"

Azriel nearly growled, his patience running thin. You were unconscious on a hard blood-soaked table only feet away from him, and it was driving him insane, panic, anxiety, fear, grief all morphing in his chest and begging him to act, act, act, seek vengeance for Daisy.

"I swear on the Mother, Eris, I will-"

"Relax." Eris sighed, pulling himself from his position by the wall. "There are wards, but I can get you through them."

Azriel only continued watching him, because it was obvious by the way the Autumn male eyed him that he was not done speaking. "The only question is -- should I? Will my father not be more angry when three of his guards turn up dead? Why should I put my ass further on the line for you bastards?"

Before Azriel could kill him, Rhys interrupted. "Having the three guards dead only plays into your favor, Eris. Say Cassian killed them when escaping. Leave evidence hinting at Cassian overpowering them."

Eris rolled his eyes but didn't protest. Azriel was glad because he was one word away from cutting out his tongue.

The Autumn male did grumble, though, as he lowered the wards long enough for the shadowsinger to winnow in. But by that point Azriel was already humming with bloodthirst, already savoring the fear he was going to suck out of the males who had hurt you, who had taken your wings.

He would make them pay, he would make them bleed.

The first guard he came across, he recognized immediately. He had been one of the two to lift you into the shackles, to make sure you body hadn't slumped out of reach of the sword.

The feeling of Truth Teller piercing his throat gave Azriel a satisfaction he would be wary to admit. He wished the male had wings Azriel could peel off himself, taking his time and basking in each scream of pain that came out of his mouth.

Instead, Azriel used his dagger to slash across the male's skin as he choked on his own blood, unable to scream. He targeted the most sensitive parts of the body, twisting the sharp weapon, pulling out nerves and tendons where he could.

When his body fell to the floor, Azriel was unsatisfied. It had been too quick, and he needed more.

He kept moving, relishing in the blood coating his hands. His siphons gleamed a bright blue that warned of his approach, that told the others he was there to exact his revenge.

When he found the second male who was backing away from him with a look of pure fear in his eyes, Azriel nearly smirked. He walked slowly toward him, and the way the male's body trembled only reminded Azriel of you. His smirk immediately dropped, replaced by an animalistic urge to kill.

Azriel thought of your shackled wrists, the way you were bound and vulnerable, and immediately threw his dagger into the male's hand with such force it impaled into the wall behind him, lodging into the space where two stones cracked.

The male screamed, and Azriel welcomed it. It filled his chest with purpose, with justice, as he screamed louder. Azriel took his sword out and cut the males arm off in one motion.

Didn't feel too good losing a limb, did it?

He did the same with the male's other arm, his legs, and then finally his head, watching as it rolled to the concrete floor.

He kicked it out of his way before moving forward once more.

He had one more target, and this one he was going to make sure lasted long. You had been held captive for hours. Tortured for hours. And he was going to repay that action, just as he told you he would.

Azriel reached where you and Cassian had been kept, and the smell in the air nearly brought tears to his eyes. It smelled of fear. Of urine, as if you had been so terrified you couldn't control your own bladder, and of blood. It permeated the room, your despair, and Azriel's hair stood on end at the scent. It made him want to return to you, to hold you and make sure you were safe, to make sure you knew you were safe.

But as he eyed the shackles on the wall, the stained red on the ground, the discarded wings in the corner, he knew he needed to slaughter this last male before he returned home.

He shoved the image of your wings, bloody and mangled only feet away, out of his mind and moved forward.

He found the last male one more room over. He was prepared, a sword raised in defense as Azriel sauntered in. His siphons blazed brighter, ready to fight and make this male feel the same pain you did.

This was the one who had cut off your wings. And he was holding the very sword he used to do so.

Azriel felt his power rumbling within him, and all at once, almost out of his control, he threw it toward the male.

It slammed into him with the force of a mountain, slamming the male into the wall behind him with a crack. The male groaned, the sword clattering from his hands, and Azriel almost complained at how easy it was going to be to kill him.

He kicked the male's sword away once he reached him, not wanting to touch your dried blood coating its edge. It made his skin crawl, and he needed it out of his sight.

Kneeling down in front of the male, he pulled him forward by his ankle, dragging him to one of the cells in the room.

He thought of you bare and vulnerable, naked and bleeding, scared and trembling.

He thought of your flayed flesh, the blood dripping down onto the floor under the table, the charred skin of your back.

He thought of your screams, your cries, the way you heaved in pain.

Azriel snapped the shackle around the male's ankle.

He flipped Truth Teller around in his hand, gaining comfort from its weight. He would do some carving with it. The male didn't have wings, but he had other things he could take away from him. He would make him feel the same vulnerability you felt, the same fear and pain you felt. And when he was done, he would burn just as you did.

For once in his life, Azriel was excited to watch flesh catch on fire.

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When Azriel returned to the forest cabin, the only people remaining were Rhys and you.

You were still unconscious, and Azriel felt his heart beat painfully in his chest at the sight. Fortunately, the excess blood, dirt, and other bodily fluids seemed to have been cleaned off you, presumably by Rhys and his magic. You now only looked pale and weak, skin still bruised and healing its wounds.

Azriel, on the other hand, was coated in blood. His fingers dripped with it, his face was splattered with it, and if his leathers were any color other than black, they would have been dyed with the red of blood too.

Rhys eyed his appearance cautiously. “I take it they are dead?”

Azriel only nodded, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His fight was over, but he was still restless, still searching for something to quell the anxiety in his chest.

“I took Cassian back to Velaris. Madja fixed up his wings, and he’s healing there.”

“Must be nice that his wings are fine,” Azriel spit out before he could stop himself.

He immediately felt guilty. It wasn’t Cassian’s fault. Cassian loved you as much as they all did, and those guards would have hurt you regardless of what Cassian had done or said.

Rhys gave him a hard look, his following words stern. “Yes, it is nice. You should also be grateful our brother is still alive.”

Azriel was quiet. He didn’t need a lecture or scolding right now. He didn’t need a high lord.

But he also didn’t know what he needed.

He turned to look at you, still laying on your stomach on the table.

“I was waiting for you to take her back home.” Rhys’ voice was softer as he watched the shadowsinger eye your form.

“She hasn’t woken up?” Azriel asked.

Rhys shook his head.

Azriel felt a pit form in his stomach as he walked toward you. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed even in your sleep, and he wondered if you could still feel any pain or if your mind was replaying traumatic memories while unconscious. The thought made him nauseous.

He reached out with a hand to lightly move the hair back from where it curled in front of your neck, but he paused seeing the blood coating his fingers.

The liquid matched the injuries on you, seemingly connected. Like a tether tied the red to the bruises on your cheekbones and undereyes, to the whip lashings on your arms, legs, and torso, to the haphazard gouges and burns on your back.

Azriel was grateful the blanket was covering the majority of your body, because just the bruises on your face made him feel weak. He was tempted to fall before you, to curl his body around your own and shield you from anyone else.

He would do anything to ensure not even a scratch was made on your skin again.

Rhysand eyed him from the other side of the room, watching Azriel hesitate to touch you.

"Let's get her home," Rhys spoke tiredly. As Azriel glanced at his red-rimmed violet eyes, he realized how emotionally drained everyone else must have been as well. "She'll be more comfortable there."

Azriel agreed. He couldn't imagine how sore you were going to be, and the wooden table underneath you was only going to aggravate your tired body. He wanted to wrap you in the softest blankets he could find, tuck you into his bed, and make sure you rested for days.

When he reached for you again, he noticed his hands were now clean. Rhys only nodded at him before Azriel could even thank him.

He eyed your bare shoulders peeking out from underneath the wool blanket and moved to grab the light nightgown presumably left by Eris. As much as he hated the male, he was grateful he had been mindful enough to grab you clothing, let alone clothing that was thin enough to not cause your injuries any irritation.

Azriel wrapped the blanket around your shoulders before pulling your body up to a sitting position. He then carefully pulled the nightgown over your head, gently moving your arms through the openings. Once in place, he readjusted the blanket around your body and picked you up into his arms.

Barely any time had passed, yet your body felt so different in his arms compared to the times he had carried you in the past. It was lighter -- a fact that caused pain to swarm in his chest as he realized it was due to your missing wings. It seemed more vulnerable as well. Fragile in such minimal clothing and covered in bruises and slashes and scars.

That protective instinct inside of him caused his scarred hands to grip you just a bit tighter.

Rhys approached, giving him an understanding look, and then you all were winnowing back to Velaris, back to your home.

As soon as he could feel the floor under his feet, Azriel was moving, filled with purpose. He needed you comfortable, he needed you warm, and he needed you safe.

So, he immediately made his way to his bedroom, not even sparing Rhys a glance or a goodbye. The high lord instead spoke into his mind: Madja left some healing tonics and creams on the counter. Directions are attached. Please keep me updated.

Taking note of that for later, Azriel laid you down onto his bed. He would have taken you to your own room, but he wanted somewhere he knew you would be safe. Somewhere he knew every inch of, somewhere he had fortified himself.

He turned you onto your stomach so as to not irritate the wounds on your back. In doing so, the wool blanket from Autumn slid from your body, and Azriel was left facing the bandages Madja had placed on your shoulder blades.

The sight of the white gauze caused Azriel to pause.

You had lost your wings.

Oh, Daisy.

Azriel slowly lowered himself to his knees beside his bed, needing a moment to compose himself before continuing to gather all the supplies he would need to care for you. Tears burned his eyes as he watched your back rise and fall with your breathing. He focused on that motion, on the reminder that you were here in his bed, alive.

He had never been more scared than when Rhys was reading that letter from Eris. When he had heard you had been hurt and that it was bad.

But there, kneeling before your battered body, Azriel was terrified all over again. You were safe now, living and breathing, but . . . he had no idea how he would fix this for you. There would no longer be any flights together during sleepless nights or teasing pokes or comments at each other's wings. No longer would he see your joyous smile when leaping from the House of Wind, allowing the wind to carry you to where you wanted to go.

Your wings had been so beautiful. Something he had admired from a young age, just like you.

He couldn't imagine losing his own wings, what it would do to him.

So, he was absolutely terrified at what you would face when waking up.

But he would be there, he vowed. He would do anything you needed. Anything you wanted, and it would be yours, and he would do it with a smile on his face and love in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Azriel wiped his tears and rose from his position. He removed the blanket from Autumn, disliking the scent of it clinging to you in his bedroom, and instead pulled his covers over your shoulders.

Your face seemed more relaxed than it did while laying on that table, and he hoped you were comfortable, that your dreams were allowing you some peace.

It took all of his willpower to leave your side. But he needed to collect some things to make sure you would heal okay. So, reluctantly, he left his bedroom, keeping the lights off, and made his way to the kitchen to find what Madja had left.

He filled a glass of water for when you woke and approached the numerous vials on the table.

Apply once daily for the wing removal, one jar filled with white cream read. Apply once daily for the whip marks, another that had a bluish tint said. Lastly, a taller vial with a tannish-colored liquid, looking almost like tea, that read Drink at night for sleep and pain.

Azriel gathered all of them in his arms and carried them to his room. He assumed Madja would check in soon enough to see how your healing was going, and he knew he could always get in contact with Rhys to call on the healer if need be.

He just wanted to make sure you weren't in pain. The tears streaking down your cheeks earlier still haunted his memories, forming a pit in his stomach. And he knew, with absolute certainty, that his nightmares would be filled with your screams and cries for years to come.

So he would make sure these creams and tonics were applied and taken. He would advocate for you if you needed more, and he would track down every healer in all of Prythian if need be.

Setting the supplies on his bedside, he went to his bathroom and collected extra gauze and tape for when he needed to change your bandages. Once all was prepared, he looked around the space, wondering how he could make it more comforting for you. Less like the space of a spy and more like a space worthy of you.

He fiddled with his scarred fingers while his brain raced, remembering what your bedroom looked like or what you did to the rooms you read in when you wanted a night in.

Azriel quickly made his way to your room, praying to the Mother you wouldn't be angry with him for entering without your permission.

Your bedroom had been exactly what Azriel expected it to be when he first entered it all those years ago. The walls were a dark blue, decorated with drawings and artwork bought in Velaris and drawn of the inner circle. Books littered the space, along with a music player, a chest filled with trinkets from other courts, and an entire shelf of your favorite teas. Your bed was unmade and messy, white sheets and white comforter bundled altogether. There, Azriel spied what he was searching for: a little stuffed bat you slept with.

He and Cassian both had teased you relentlessly when they had glimpsed the small thing on your floor one day. Your cheeks had gone bright red as you floundered trying to explain that you didn't get to have anything like that as a child and you wouldn't be shamed for finding comfort in it now.

Azriel found it endearing. Even during his teasing, an admirable smile had still tugged at his face, his eyes gleaming with care. Such a tough girl but still soft.

He picked it up in one large hand, turning to see if there was anything else in the room you might like to have with you. A book on your nightstand you were reading, your favorite candle -- Azriel grabbed it all before going to make his exit.

When he went to leave, however, he spied something on the desk next to your door.

It was a flower. Long dead, but preserved by being pressed into artwork, framed delicately and displayed on the wooden desk. Azriel recognized that flower. One from nearly a year ago. A daisy.

Azriel had been making his way to Elain's garden, infatuated with her at the time. Knowing how much she liked plants, he had bought some beautiful flowers for her under the guise of sprucing up Rhys' and Feyre's house. But he had seen you on his way over, and your eyes had lit up seeing the bouquet. He remembered the guilt that had swirled in his stomach, seeing how just the sight of the flowers had made you happy. So he had pulled the most perfect daisy out of the variety of flowers and held it out to you.

"For our Daisy," he had said. And you had smiled so sweetly, it had warmed the guilt in his chest away.

The daisy stared back at him now, and he felt like crying again.

Because you were such a sweet soul. He knew at the time the flower would make you happy, that's why he had given it to you. But for it to mean so much to save it?

One small flower had meant so much when he had been carrying an entire bouquet for someone else.

He suddenly felt like he needed to give you the entire world.

You were such a sweet girl, and he had almost lost you.

Azriel swallowed hard, readjusting the things in his arms and leaving your room.

He would give you your stuffed bat, set your book nearby, light your favorite candle, and then he was going to order some fucking daisies.

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #acotar fic #azriel x you #azriel angst #azriel fluff

[floppyslothable]

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#im too old for this bro #i have a crush on my exs brother now #cant tell if hes flirting w me or not #also hes obsessed with a girl from his work #which is fair ive met her shes very lovely #however im either recieving mixed signals or reading far too much into it #tryin not to think ab it and play it cool but its making me feel like chewing thru splintered wood w my teeth #also i keep asking myself if i am actually into him or if hes just hot and giving me attention #will update on that later #also wondering if maybe hes being so flirty w me to make the girl at work jealous #maybe its not even flirting!!!!!!! maybe its NOT EVEN flirting. #its probably not #im tired lol #im not worried abt it being this other dudes brother though the other guy ended up being kind of a jackass as far as relationships go #cool dude if ur just his friend but has no idea abt relationships #but yea idk i went to a party and a concert w my crush this past weekend and at the party he got drunk n kept like #wrapping his hand around my waist when id stand next to him #n one of his other coworkers was like #he talks to u different than everyone else i think hes into you #and hes made some comments that make me go hmm #maybe im thinkin ab this too much #i probably am im done lol

[chrissturnsgirlll222]

okok you can make this super fluffy or u can add smut if you’d like, i don’t have a preference. i also can literally see this in my head so i’m sorry if there’s too much lolol. but basically reader + the triplets have been best friends since they were like 6, but reader and nick are closest. she’s had a crush on matt for ages and basically matt finally realizes what he feels (even though anyone w two eyes could see) and kisses her, but they get caught by nick and matt kinda runs out, later being scolded by nick saying smtg like “why are you doing this? she doesn’t need you breaking her heart over and over again anymore.” after that he confesses and at first she thinks he’s fucking w her before realizing he’s being genuine

sandbox

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary - this rec ^^

warnings - kissing, fluff, swearing, use of y/n (i think thats all)

word count - 2400??

NOT PROOFREAD

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me and the triplets have been best friends for as long as i remember. i honestly think i gained consciousness when i was with them. we have spent countless summers together just playing around outside. showing off our new toys, board games and just growing up together.

we were all inseparable from the moment i met them and have pretty much experienced everything with them. i was always super close with chris and he was even my first kiss at the ripe age of 8. nick and i met first during baseball practice and i was the only girl on the team. nick is my best friend in the whole world and that never changed as we grew up. matt and i are very different people. we always got along and played together as kids but as i grew up i developed feelings for him. i had an eye for him ever since we were 13 when he ditched his date and took me to 8th grade formal because no one else would. he was always my knight in shining armor.

i always thought he was attractive but as time went on i grew to love everything about him. i confided in nick about my feelings when i was 15 and have continued to express my feelings for matt to him. nick promised me that this would be the only secret he would ever keep from his brother and he has kept it for 2 years now.

which brings us to present day.

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matt was driving me home from school since nick and chris were hanging out with their friends after school.

“did you see that amount of homework our history teacher gave us, i was ready to walk out the second she gave me that booklet.” i say. “oh i fucking know she can be ridiculous.” matt replies. he was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other tapping his fingers on the centre console to the music we were listening to. “matt.” i ask looking at the size of my booklet, “hmm?” he says watching the road. “do you think we can work on these together i really dont think i can get this done on my own.” i mumble, he chuckles looking over at me “i was just about to ask you the same thing.” he smiles.

“ok ill drive over later i need to do some things at home before i start homework.” i breathe. “sounds good.” he says.

once matt dropped me home i immediately began getting ready. although i would never admit it, i always tried my best to look my best when i was around matt. even though we have known each other for years i never wanted him to think i was unattractive.

growing up and watching the girls matt would take on dates and have all of those ‘firsts’ with always crushed me. he never knew it but he broke my heart countless times. the worst time was when we were 15 and he came to me nick and chris after hanging out with his first girlfriend and told us he lost his virginity. that was the night i confessed to nick my feelings for his brother. i spent the rest of that weekend crying in my room about matt when he did nothing to hurt me, i was just in my own head about loving him since i was 13. its safe to say nothing has changed since then and i have continued to be in love with him and i am now currently 17.

- later that night - 6:15 pm

i arrived to their house and walked in after being greeted by their mom and a hug from her. their mom treated me like my own as i was at their house more than i was at my own. she told me that there was dinner left over since chris and nick werent home if i wanted some.

of course all i wanted to do was just hangout with matt.

i made my way up the stairs to matts room to find him playing a game on his computer with headphones on. i walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. “oh y/n you scared the shit out of me.” he breathes clearly startled. i laugh and walk over to his bed and plop down on it. “i actually think i would rather step on nails for a day than do this history bullshit.” i sigh.

matt chuckles while shutting off his computer and grabbing his history booklet and sitting down on his bed. we both got right to work going from looking in our textbooks, to writing down answers, copying the answers from each other and wording them differently. we continued that same process for about an hour before my hand felt like it was going to fall off.

“oh my god matt i cannot do this anymore we need to take a break.” i sigh laying down on my back. “me too i think my head will explode if i keep going.” he agrees. i close my eyes and get comfortable in his bed while he grabs his phone and starts scrolling on it eventually turning it to my face “what do you think of her.” he asks showing me a girl that is in our history class. i just raise my shoulders in response. “words would be more helpful you know.” he chuckles. “i dont know shes the same as the past 3 girls you have been with.” i blankly reply. he hums in response and goes back to scrolling. “so helpful.” he says jokingly rolling his eyes.

“you never really like any of the girls i talk to huh?” he blurts. i freeze not knowing how to respond, i dont know matt maybe because ive been in love with you for years but your too stubborn to fucking notice it? i obviously wanted to scream I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE SINCE I WAS 13, at him but i didnt. my face goes blank and i just turn away from him and go back to resting my eyes even tho i know it wont last long. while me and matt had a great relationship as friends i always shut down when it came to moments like these. matt knows when something is wrong, all the fucking time. its frustrating in moments like these when i am literally mad at him for showing me a girl hes interested in but of course i cant tell him that.

“ok snap out of it what is your problem now?” he snaps. “matt i dont have a problem.” i state lying through my teeth. “anyone from a mile away can read that you are upset right now so just tell me what the issue is so i can fix it.” he pleads. “matt can you drop it.” i huff twars brimming my eyes, “no.” he pauses “why do you keep doing this, you always shut me out when theres a problem. i know that your upset and you know that i know your upset, just tell me whats wrong.” he explains.

“matt i cant.” i say as tears spill out. he lifts his hand to turn me over to see that im crying, his face saddens. i instinctually cover my eyes and sit up.

“theres clearly something wrong, what happened why cant you open up to me anymore.” he says. i sniffle and get up to use the bathroom. i couldnt stand to even look him in the eye. not knowing the strong feelings i have for him.

j went into the bathroom and broke down. i never broke like that in front of him before. every time this has happened i usually just go home and deal with it or complain to nick. this time i was looking him right in the eye and he saw what he made me feel. matts not and idiot he definitely knows why that upset me. if he didnt have a hunch that i was in love with him before he absolutely knows now. everything ive held in for the past 4 years has spilled out and i dont know how to handle what will happen when i walk back in to that room.

knock knock

“y/n can you open the door.” he says in a quiet tone. i put my hand on the handle and press my other hand to the door. “deep breaths” i keep repeating to myself. i crack the door open and matt sees me mascara on my face. puffy eyes and a sniffily mess. he grabs my face and either side and wipes away my tears. i just watch him as he does this. he moves forward to get closer and slowly connects our lips. i immediately melt into his touch and start kissing him back, wrapping my hands around his on my face.

we continue kissing as i wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer as he smiles into the kiss. i heavily breathe in as he slips his tongue into my mouth. my heart beats faster at the new feeling. i always imagined kissing matt but this is better than what i ever could have imagined. he moves one hand from my face and places it on my hip.

“what. the. fuck.” i hear nick say from behind.

we both stop and turn around and nick and chris standing behind us.

“nick please dont be mad.” i plead. “i will talk to you in a minute y/n” he says point at me “matt go to your room with me.” nick says sticking his hand in the direction of matts room.

matts pov

my heart was beating so fast as nick followed me into my room. kissing his best friend what was i thinking. she was my best friend too but their relationship was always closer but its still no excuse.

“what the fuck are you doing kissing y/n?” he yells, i open my mouth to speak but he interrupts me. “do you know how much you have fucked with her already.” he exclaims.

now im confused.

“you have been messing with y/n’s head for years now and you have spent the past four years breaking her heart over and over, she doesnt need you doing it again.”

i pause i thinking about his words rubbing my hands over my face.

“she has spent everyday loving you since we were 13 and has watched you countless times talk to girls and being girls around and she has always kept it in as to how she feels. unless you truly have feelings for her that to you was nothing. but matt, what just happened right there.” nick says shaking his head, “just might hurt her more than anything you could ever have done to her.” nick breathes before walking out of my room.

y/n’s pov

i walked into chris’ room after what happened and just cried as he watched me spiral. he surprisingly had nothing to say and the silence of the situation made it even worse. i was freaking the fuck out. i never anticipated kissing matt and especially not his brother, my best friend catching us.

nick walks in to chris’ room “y/n are you ok?” he asks. i look at him and just break down. he walks over and sits down on the bed with me and chris. chris friendly pats me on the shoulder and i smile at him “thanks chris.” i say and he gives me a warm smile.

we hear a knock on the door and see matt open it. “y/n please can i talk to you.” he says and nick looks at me with worry written all over his face. “its ok.” i whisper as i get up and nod at matt.

we close the door behind us and he begins. “nick just told me ive been breaking your heart since we were 13.” he breathes, “why didnt you say anything before.”

“matt i couldnt.” i say tears threatening to come out of my eyes again. matt looks at me with concern. “dont, dont look at me like that. you never felt anything for me now dont start now because you feel bad for me.” i say now feeling angry at him. “y/n but thats the thing, i always felt something for you. anyone with eyes can see that. you know that i never let any girl come into my presence without asking your approval, your the most important girl to me in the world nothing can ever change that.” he says looking at the ground. “bullshit.” i huff. “i dont believe you, if you really ever had feelings for me you would have seen that i loved you for 4 years.” i say tears pooling out of my eyes but i dont care, “4 years matt. ive been seeing you with girls for years envious of their life and then you pass them on like their nothing.” i say putting a finger to his chest. “4 years i had to keep this to myself to prevent it from ruining years of friend ship, not just between us but between your family.” i say pushing my finger on his chest harder and he steps back. “4 years that i had to get my heart broken by someone who didnt give a shit about me.” i say walking towards him now pushing him harder, crying even harder now.

he wraps his arms around me and i fight out of his grip. he doesnt let go as i stuggled but eventually i grow tired and just clutch on to him like if i let go i would fall. “im sorry.” he says petting my hair and i cry into his chest. “you know that i would never hurt you, you are the one person besides my brother that i care about the most.” he says resting his chin on my head. “i love you.” he says. i look up at him from his grip. i moved up to his face finding his lips and connecting them once more. this kiss more sweet than the last.

“ive waited to hear that since i was 13.”

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thank you for reading xx

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[beestriker015]

Scarlet Witch x male mutant s/o

S/o met Wanda after he became the newest member of Magneto’s Brotherhood of Mutants when the master of magnet found and saved him from a group of anti-mutant hunters.

“Y-you saved me? Who are you?”

“My name is Magneto, I am a mutant much like yourself. What is your name?”

“N-nice to meet you Magneto. I’m s/o.”

He says while still shaking in fear from almost being killed moments earlier.

“You need not be afraid of me s/o. Unlike those barbaric humans, I mean you no harm. In fact, I have an offer for you.”

“A-an offer?”

“Yes. I know what it is like to be discriminated against by humans, so I formed a team consisting of mutants to fight against the mistreatment of our kind. I can offer you a home, a family, a cause to fight for. What do you say s/o? Will you join us for the benefit of mutant kind?”

After thinking for a moment, s/o nods and accepts Magneto’s offer, making the older mutual smile.

“Excellent, welcome to the Brotherhood of Mutants s/o.”

Now a part of Magneto’s team, s/o quickly became friends with Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, aka Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch.

Attracted to his kind personality while also finding the way he stutters really cute, Wanda quickly became enamored with s/o and would vehemently defend him from the more rowdy members of the brotherhood.

Despite having a genuine friendship with the two Maximoffs, s/o soon came to regret joining Magneto’s group when he realized his leader’s intentions.

“Y-you lied to me Magneto! You said we were fighting against mutant discrimination! What you’re doing isn’t right! Subjecting humans to violence and oppression is not the way!”

Needless to say, Magneto did not take kindly to s/o’s words.

“Do not lecture me about what is right! If you value keeping your life, you will do as I say s/o! Now, since Wanda and Pietro are so fond of you, I’m willing to forget we had this conversation. Next time you question me though s/o, there will be dire consequences. Am I clear?”

He tells the younger mutant in a threatening voice, causing him to flinch.

“Y-yes Magneto.”

Unfortunately for Magneto, both Wanda and Pietro overheard everything and have secretly shared s/o’s dislike of being villains for a while now.

“How dare he threaten s/o like that! I have half a mind to-”

“Calm down sis, I don’t like it either, but what can we do? Magento saved us, we can’t just go against him can we?”

Wanda turns to face her brother with a serious expression.

“….Maybe it’s time we do just that. I don’t know about you, but I no longer wish to be a member of the Brotherhood! I’m planning on taking s/o and leaving Magneto for good. Are you with me Pietro?”

“….Alright sis, I’m in.”

With that, the two begin working on their plan as s/o heads back to his room in tears, walking past his two friends without noticing them.

Later that evening, s/o is laying in his bed as Wanda enters his room.

“Hey s/o, how are you doing?”

She asks in a sweet voice, making him blush.

“I’m ok Wanda.”

Taking a seat on the bed next to him, Wanda wraps an arm around s/o, causing his blush to deepen.

“Don’t lie to me s/o, I can tell you’ve been crying.”

Shaking off his blush for a moment, s/o proceeds to tell Wanda what happened between him and Magneto, despite her already knowing.

“I really don’t w-wanna be here anymore Wanda. All the violence, the hate, this isn’t what I w-wanted.”

“I know s/o, which is why my brother and I are planning on leaving….and we’re taking you with us.”

She says much to s/o’s shock.

“B-but Magneto will kill me if we betray him.”

“No, he won’t. I won’t let anything happen to you s/o, I love you too much.”

“Y-you love me?!”

Wanda smiles and kisses him gently on the lips.

“Does that answer your question s/o?”

He nods as Wanda chuckles at his flustered expression before telling him the plan.

A few days later during a confrontation with the X-Men, Magneto is furious that his children and s/o announced that they are leaving the Brotherhood of Mutants and will help fight against them.

“You three dare turn against me?!”

“We’re fed up with being criminals! You may have saved us Magneto, but Wanda and I will serve you no longer!”

“Pietro’s right! You claim mutants are superior to humans, but you subject them to the exact same horrible treatment and prejudice that the humans are guilty of! You’re nothing but a hypocrite Magneto!”

She exclaims with a cold glare as s/o stands by her side.

“Y-yeah! From now on Magneto, we will fight to i-improve human and mutant relations, not further worsen them like you do b-buckethead!”

“S/o! You turned my children against me didn’t you?! I will see to it that your life ends here!”

He orders the Brotherhood to attack as Wanda and Pietro stand protectively in front of s/o.

“No one is laying a hand on my boyfriend!”

“Yeah! Keep away from my best friend!”

Wanda blasts several members of the Brotherhood away as her brother deals with a few of the others.

“I should have let those humans exterminate you back when I met you s/o! Now I shall rectify that mistake by ending you right here and now!”

Magneto shouts in anger as he goes after s/o personally, but the shy mutant uses his powers to defend himself.

(I never stated what s/o’s powers are so feel free to use your imagination.)

Once the X-Men join in on the battle, Magneto eventually orders his mutants to retreat while swearing vengeance on s/o for both his and the Maximoff siblings’ betrayal.

“You may have won today, but heed my words that the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants shall return to make you all pay! Especially you s/o, when next we meet, your death by my hand shall be a slow and excruciating one!

While the Brotherhood make their retreat, leader of the X-Men Charles Xavier rolls up to the three now that the battle is over.

“While Magneto believes in mutant supremacy, I dream of a world where mutants and humans can coexist peacefully. If you three want, you’re more than welcome to join the X-Men.”

The three look at each other before turning back to Xavier as s/o speaks up on behalf of his girlfriend and best friend.

“We appreciate the offer Professor, but for now we’d like to politely decline. Even though yours is different from Magneto’s, we don’t want to be part of a group of mutants right after leaving another. Pietro, Wanda, and myself wish to find our own way, but if you ever need us we’ll be glad to lend a hand.”

He says as Xavier nods in understanding while both Pietro and Wanda are surprised at the fact s/o didn’t stutter even once while speaking.

“I see. Well if you change your mind, you’ll always be welcome to join us.”

The X-Men leave as s/o smiles at Wanda and hugs her.

“T-thanks for always being here for me Wanda. I love you.”

She smiles and kisses him before returning the hug.

“I’ll always be here for you s/o. I love you too”

“Um…hello? I’m still here to you know!”

Pietro says before being brought into the hug by his sister and best friend.

“Sorry Pietro. I hope you know that you’re the g-greatest friend I’ve ever had.”

“Heh. Right back at you s/o.”

Despite everything he’s been through, s/o knows he will always have his girlfriend and her brother to rely on, no matter what the future may hold for the three mutants.

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x male reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x male reader #male reader #marvel mutants #brotherhood of evil mutants #x men #quicksilver #magneto

[passionartx]

Hi!! Firstly, I LOVE your Tangled AU, so glad to see Tails getting more focus in AU’s. I wondering: Do you have any general Tails related headcannons?

Hiya! 💛✨ Thank you so, so much! And ooo this is such a fun question. Tbh, I have too many, I could write an essay! This account isn’t as popular as my au blog since I’m pretty inactive on it so probably only like 3 people will see this… but I hope those hypothetical 3 people enjoy my inevitable waffle and chaos! <3

Will also use this opportunity to hype up some friends and people who’s work I admire!!!

A few of my favourite Tails Headcannons! :

- I love the idea that him and Sonic were 4 and 11 when they first met.

- Sonic will always be Tails’ big brother first and foremost… however, as Aosth Tails put it: “You’re my mom, you’re my dad and you’re my picket fence!”. Sonic having accidentally become the closest thing Tails has to a parental figure has a hold on my heart and I love how writers like @chaoxfix and my homie @myyla-x portray this in their fics!

- After having first met (and honestly even a few years in) if Sonic ever had to leave Tails alone for a while for whatever reason, maybe to protect him from a particular battle, Tails would deal with hardcore abandonment issues. Poor lil guy would fear Sonic wouldn’t come back, that he didn’t want him around anymore (which is made 10 times worse if you headcannon he was abandoned by his parents). Lil guy wouldn’t know what to do with himself <\3

- Tails reminds Shadow of Maria. Probably my favourite Tails headcannon! Though I guess it’s more of a Shadow headcannon… am I using this as an excuse to talk about it? More likely then you’d think. But ahh, those blue eyes, yellowish fur, sweet gentle childlike wonder, love of life and learning + Ian flynn has confirmed given her upbringing Maria was prob a bit of a science kid. Ah <3 Plus that brings the idea of Sonic and Tails’ dynamic reminding him of his with Maria’s and that makes me want to cry. I actually have a WIP fic about this headcannon but it’s been a wip for like a year… hopefully one day I’ll finish it cause I’m literally obsessed with the idea and want to see it through.

^ Also extra nostalgic about this headcannon cause my friendship with @sh-0-w-1-sh literally started cause they were looking for art ideas and I was like TAILS REMINDING SHADOW OF MARIA!!! And here we are almost a year later!

- For better or for worse he’s picked up a lot of his big bros traits. I’m talking puns, poses, that lil nose rub and foot tapping, occasional cockiness, being self sacrificial, the list goes on. Once he realises this or anyone else especially Sonic points it out, he’d probably be super embarrassed and deny it <3

Speaking of picking up habits…

- While he would definitely be scared by certain situations like this ( << the Starline issue 35 and 36 situation being a good example with other people being at risk and him not really understanding the situation or his role in it ) I think Tails would be pretty desensitised to being kidnapped or hostage situations at this point. He’d probably just find it an inconvenience more then anything or be entertained by the hypothetical villains incompetence. Me and @myyla-x had a conversation about this idea once and… it’s been like 6 months and we’re still talking about it. One day that’ll make sense. We got a lil carried away. Just a lil. Anyway someone get this kid therapy. <3

- An already pretty popular one but I felt the need to mention it cause I relate, but he gets so sucked into projects and his inventions that hours and hours can go by and he just zones out and forgot to eat… well, anything but mints at least.

- Tails is a theatre kid. :D Is this self projection? … maybe. If nobody else gets me @guiltypandas gets me <3 :,)

- I think Tails would be in denial if Sonic died. As smart and logical as that little guy is, given how Sonic has beat the unbeatable, has come back before and seems invisible… yeah. <\3 I think he’d always hold onto the hope that it would only be a matter of time until Sonic comes back… even if this time that wouldn’t be the case… my friend @whitecatindisguise actually wrote an amazing fic about this when we talked about the idea called He’s (Not) Coming Back (which if you haven’t already you should totally check out cause it’s amazing! And a heart breaking! The best kinda fic :,) )

- I think Tails has a heart of gold…but I also think depending on certain circumstances if he hadn’t have met Sonic he could have gone down a much darker path (which I guess ended up being somewhat proven with Nine in Sonic Prime!). Me and @casperangel have screamed about this too many times then I can count and it haunts me.

- Tails is a sweetie, a cutey patooty, like an adorable little house cat… but similarly (and yet again as proven thanks to Prime!) Tails definitely has a feral side. Especially if he hasn’t gotten enough sleep or gets his mints confiscated. @dunkinbublin and @studioboner ‘s accounts are absolute goldmines when it comes to Tails multitasking being an adorable lil guy and a feral lil menace!

- Tails and Tangle have sibling energy! I mean, Tails is basically everyone’s adopted little brother, Knuckles and Amy especially, but I think him and Tangles dynamic isn’t talked about enough and I’m super glad we’ve had some sweet moments with them in the comics! @pocketscribbs is feeding the Tails and Tangle nation fr <3

This was super fun! Thank you so much again for asking and I hope you have an amazing day! And if someone actually read all of this… you’re a trooper :,) <3

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #this was too much fun #i have like 1 million more too Ahh #literally nobody is going to read all this but I had fun <3 #tails is everybody’s little brother #they are siblings your honour #sth #sonic #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #tangle the lemur #sonic and tails #sonic headcanons #i still don’t know how to tag things what am I doing

[dottores]

LOVEGAME! | HAITANI BROTHERS

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: maybe going after haitani ran's brother to get back at him during one of their house parties wasn't your best idea.

warnings: infidelity (reader on unnamed bf), implied virgin killer!reader, switch!reader, switch!rindou, virgin!rindou, mean dom!ran, implied noncon voyeurism (for a moment), face fucking (?)/cockwarming w mouth, hints of dubcon when ran shows up (also implied drinking), threesome -- rokuhara tandai!rindou and ran, pet names (doll, pretty, baby), degradation, humiliation, dumbification-ish, VERY UNEDITED, PRETTY MUCH BRAINROT THAT WAS WRITTEN IN AN HOUR

notes: for @sweetsbysatori collab, put me back down for haruchiyo now i got my idea for him ready to go too

not doing full taglist: @sano-obsessed @kxeyas @scandescent @thomaphoria @arozaur @manjiroscum @kisakiapologist @tokyometronetwork

wordcount: 3.5k

“I don’t even know why you made me come,” you murmured as you took another sip of the drink that your friend had passed you, leaning against the wall as you examined the rowdy group in the vast room playing beer pong and dancing, “I can’t stand the Haitanis.”

“You can’t stand Ran, and that’s exactly why I made you come,” your friend giggled, a look in her eyes that made you raise your eyebrows at her. She leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, “Heard Haitani Rindou is a virgin, don’t you want the bragging rights?”

Your eyes widened, if only slightly, darting across the room to where the blonde was standing behind the dj booth in the corner of the room, grinning as he fucked around with the music. You tilted your head to the side as you considered him, virgin, huh? You couldn’t see it--the Haitanis were obnoxious, yes, but they were also attractive, he had to have gotten laid by now.

As if he could feel your gaze from across the room, his eyes darted up and you could see the thin sheen of sweat across his forehead, gleaming underneath the lighting, violet eyes wild and dilated, hair partially sticking to his face.

His smile faded as he caught sight of you leaning against the wall eyeing him curiously, and your lips turned up at the immediate, nervous reaction he had to your calculating gaze. Oh? you wondered, interesting, maybe her words did have merit.

“I’m dating someone now,” you told her half-heartedly, and she scoffed loudly.

“When was the last time you even saw him?” she rolled her eyes, “Been buried in his work for weeks now. And anyway, since when were you one to settle down?” 

“Maybe I’ve changed from my whore days,” you said, not bothering to entertain the question of your boyfriend because you knew damn well she was right--it had been over a week since you last spoke to him because he had thrown himself so entirely into his work for an upcoming event. 

Your eyes met hers as soon as you finished the sentence, you both looked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“You couldn’t even say that with a straight face,” she wheezed and your grin widened.

“I can’t help it,” you complained, “It’s just who I am.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she agreed with another giggle, “You keep in mind what I said, ‘m gonna go off and look for Madarame.” 

“Interesting choice,” you noted.

She shrugged, “A bit of a loser but he fucks,” she threw you another grin over your shoulder, “Catch you later, maybe.”

You doubted it, you thought to yourself as you watched her slink off in the direction of Madarame Shion, who was chugging another beer near the couches on the opposite side of the room. 

By the time your gaze drifted back to Haitani Rindou, he was already focused back on the DJ booth. You considered your options carefully--you could leave, which was probably the more logical but… your gaze drifted back toward Rindou, who was smiling wide again as he transitioned into another song.

It’s not like you were planning to stay with your boyfriend, in fact, you had been trying to break up with him for nearly four days but he was so consumed with work that he hadn’t even responded to your messages. And on top of that, fucking his brother would be the perfect way to get back at Haitani Ran, the ultimate one-up after he had wooed and fucked you as a bet for his friends in your last year of high school.

With that thought in mind, you pushed yourself off the wall and made your way across the room, slipping between the sweaty bodies, until you were standing right behind him. He didn’t even notice you, headphones covering his ears, eyes trained down. You leaned in close, hand grazing his lower back as you looked over his shoulder.

He physically jumped, eyes wide as he turned to look at you and you nearly smiled at the startled look and the flush on his cheeks.

“Hey,” you greeted, as he slid the headphones off of his ears to hang around his neck, “I’m y/n, you’re Rindou, right?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes drifting up and down your body, “You were in my chem class back in senior year, yeah?” 

Your eyes lit up at the opportunity, a more genuine smile pulling at your lips, “Yeah,” you said, “you set the lab on fire on one of our last days.”

Rindou laughed, relaxing a bit as he leaned back against the booth, “Yeah, I’d like to say that it was intentional but that would be a lie,” he said sheepishly, “Chem was always my weak point.”

“I don’t blame you,” you snorted, “I always preferred history and literature, science was never my favorite.”

“I liked it a lot,” Rindou admitted, “just couldn’t really grasp it, y’know?” 

You opened your mouth to respond but a round of cheers broke out around their apartment, nearly deafening, you waited for it to calm down, but it never did as Madarame Shion egged Mochizuki Kanji on for another beer pong mach, one arm wrapped tight around your friend’s shoulder as she laughed along.

Rindou nudged you, “I can set a playlist up for them, wanna go talk somewhere else?”

You bit your tongue as a victorious giggle rose to your lips.

I win, Ran.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You supposed you should have been more careful. Because Haitani Ran’s eyes never lingered too long from his brother.

---

Rindou talked a big game. You noticed that quickly as soon as he shut the door behind the two of you. His body language exuded confidence but the look in his eye did not--you could see the nerves running strong beneath his lavender gaze, and you could see how every little touch to his body had his breath wavering and eyes darting back and forth. 

He talked a big game right up until you were fed up with listening to him babble on about some game on his PC--and a part of you felt bad, he seemed genuinely excited to tell you about it and you supposed you’d stay the night and let him show you some of it in the morning. You didn’t usually like to stick around for one night stands but there was something about the pretty flush on Rindou’s cheeks and the bright look in his eyes that made you hesitate. 

He went real quiet when you pushed him back onto the bed, and he was still real quiet now as you pressed wet kisses up and down his neck, nails raking against his chest as you rocked your hips against his, silk panties sliding against his cock as he threw a hand over his face, trying and failing to muffle the moans slipping past his lips.

“Look at you,” you murmured against his skin, one hand sliding up his tattooed chest to bat away his arm and cup his cheek, thumb running over his cheekbone, “Barely done anything yet and you’re already ‘bout to cum. ‘s a little embarrassing, Rindou, thought you said you’ve done this before. You’re not even inside of me yet.”

“I have,” Rindou gasped out, but his voice was strained and his free hand was fisting the sheets next to him tightly, hips bucking up into you. “I-I have-”

“You have?” you giggled, nipping playfully at his jaw, “Sure doesn’t seem like it, baby.”

And Rindou moaned at the pet name, lips parting, eyes fluttering shut, head tilted back against the pillows, and your mouth nearly went dry at the sight, at the pretty sound. Fuck.

You let out a shaky breath, hand sliding back down his chest, fingers running along the dark lines of his tattoos. His body shuddered, his eyes slid back open, dark lavender meeting yours again. “You’re so sensitive, Rindou,” his name rolled off of your tongue so softly that it had him whimpering, forearms flexing as his grip on the sheets tightened. 

He wasn’t what you expected, you studied him carefully, slowly rolling your hips against his, tracing his tattoos up and down his chest and abdomen. Kind of cute, actually.

You smiled down at him, leaning down again to press your lips to the corner of his before pressing them firmly to his, biting down gently on his bottom lip before pulling back, lips brushing his as you spoke. “You gonna-” 

“Oh?”

You froze, lips fully detaching from his so you could look back toward the entrance of his room, eyes trained on Haitani Ran slipping into the room and shutting the door behind him. 

Haitani Ran slunk toward the two of you like a predator, hair tied neatly and droopy eyes trained solely on you, lips tilted up. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing here?” 

And your mouth was dry as your lips opened and closed several times, trying to figure out what to say because you knew damn well you were in for trouble. Ran was smart, sneaky, he had always been the more dangerous and unpredictable of the two brothers and he would know the real reason you were targeting Rindou and he would not take well to it--he’d always been protective over his brother.

“Ran, what the fu-” Rindou’s eyes were wild as he looked at his brother, elbows propping himself up on the bed so he could look at him.

“You really tryna be another notch on her fuckin’ belt?” Ran mocked Rindou, and Rindou’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked between you and Ran, “Aw, Rindou, you didn’t know she was just using you as a jab toward me.”

Rindou’s expression dropped, eyes half-dazed and baffled as he looked at you, chest still heaving, “Wha-” he began and you opened your mouth to tell him that it wasn’t true, because it wasn’t, or well--it had been true at first but you had genuinely enjoyed his company and-

You didn’t get a chance to speak. Ran moved quickly. His hand darted forward, grabbing your hair and yanking you off of Rindou. A gasp ripped from your lips as he pushed you face down into the mattress, nearly smothering you, pulling so hard on your hair that tears stung your eyes.

“She’s just pissy I did the same thing to her senior year,” he spoke to Rindou as if you weren’t there. He pulled your head off of the mattress, cold, amused lavender eyes meeting yours, “You’re a stubborn bitch, aren’t you? Holdin’ a grudge all the way from back then--didn’t even give me the chance to talk aft-”

Red hot anger shot through you at the reminder of what he had done. 

“There was nothing you could’ve said, you fuck-” you began to spit out but Ran only pushed your face back into the mattress before you could finish, silencing you immediately.

“Rindou, c’mere,” Ran said, motioning for him to move across the bed toward the two of you. When Rindou didn’t move, Ran reached forward to yank him forward by the arm, “C’mon, you wanna fuck her, don’t you?”

“Ran,” Rindou’s voice was low, hesitant and Ran only scoffed, pulling your head from the mattress again and forcing you to look back at Rindou.

“Look at her,” Ran cooed and your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in close, limps brushing your temple, “Pussy practically begging to be filled up, yeah?” 

The whimper that left your lips was unintentional, eyes fluttering shut as Ran’s long fingers slipped between your thighs, running between your folds to gather the slick pooling in your cunt.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” Ran groaned, “Gonna take you for myself if Rindou won’t, bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Couldn’t fuckin’ get enough of me back then--drunk on my cock so easy, bet you’re dying for another taste, aren’t you?” 

“Fuck you, Ran,” Rindou spit out, batting Ran’s hand away just as he was going to sink two fingers into your cunt and you flung a hand over your mouth to hide the distressed noise that nearly escaped your lips.

Despite your attempts, Ran, of course, still noticed. He slid on the bed in front of you, legs spread. He let go of your hair, reaching out to cup your face, thumb tracing of your bottom lip, “Gonna let Rindou fuck you, aren’t you, doll?” he cooed and your eyes fluttered shut at the deceptively gentle touch, a shudder wracking your body when you felt Rindou’s hands slide up your thighs, spreading your legs.

“Go on, Rindou, you don’t needa take your time with her, pussy’s throbbing just at the thought of being stuffed with a new cock,” Ran’s voice was sharp, cruel, your breath wavered, his grip on your face tightened, squishing your cheeks together, “Isn’t that right, doll?”

He was waiting for a response but you could barely think, eyes half-rolled back as the tip of Rindou’s cock nudged your entrance, slipping between your folds. Ran squeezed your cheeks tighter, “Asked you a question, doll,” he said, voice misleadingly calm compared to the grip he had on your face. 

A moan spilled from your lips as you felt Rindou slowly begin to sink himself into your cunt. You felt hot, dizzy already, and Ran knew, he knew it, his eyes were alight with a sort of mocking glee that only made more heat pool in your lower stomach, his free hand slipping beneath his pants to tug his cock free. Your eyes trained solely on the sight of his pretty, leaky tip right in front of your face, tongue unintentionally darting out to wet your lips. 

“‘s true,” you hated how you nearly slurred over your words and you hated that you weren’t even sure what question you were answering, more focused on giving him the answer he wanted to hear so you could get what you want. “‘s true.”

Ran’s smile was unkind as he looked down at you, “I know, doll ‘n you’re gonna cockwarm me with your mouth while Rindou fucks you, okay?” 

Your eyes fluttered back open, confusion dancing in them as you looked up at Ran. Your lips parted to speak but Ran didn’t give you the chance to ask a question, hand slipping back behind your head to push his cock into your mouth, your eyes watered and blurred and your head felt light.

Your nails dug into his thighs, instinctively trying to push up for air but any attempts failed as Rindou finally pushed himself fully into you, slowly drawing his hips back to rock them back into you, low moans escaping his lips, knocking your body forward and Ran’s cock further down your throat.

And it was embarrassing, you had been edging yourself teasing Rindou before so the feeling of his cock sinking deep inside you had your thighs trembling in his hold, tears spilling over your cheeks as your walls fluttered around him and Ran was laughing wildly, “No way,” he said, “Cummin’ already? You really are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you?”

You sobbed around his cock, nails raking into his thighs, scratching deep lines into the tattoos on the left side of his body. You wanted to protest, you did, but one heavy thrust from Rindou had your mind going blank and your body aflame, the lower half of your body tensing as you came all over his cock. Behind you, Rindou let out a strangled groan, his fingers trembled from where he was gripping your hips.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Ran told Rindou sharply, fingers intertwined with your hair as you choked all over his cock, struggling to regain control from your high but they didn’t even give you a chance to recover.

Ran’s hand was heavy on the back of your head, keeping you steady, your nose flush to his pelvis as his cock sunk as far back in your throat as it could reach, stretching your throat out painfully. Your lungs burned and your vision was spotty but you could barely bring yourself to care as Rindou finally picked up the pace of his hips again, cock dragging in and out of you—thick, thicker than any cock you had ever had before and you swore, you swore that he was on the verge of splitting you open with every thrust.

Strangled, muffled moans pushed against Ran’s cock but Ran was unbothered, guiding Rindou along, keep your head down, “Lift her hips up a little more,” Ran told him, “C’mon, Rindou, I know you can fuck her harder than this, she’s not made of glass. Give her what she wants. I did.”

And that was all of the pushing Rindou needed, you felt him shift on the bed behind you, large palms holding your hips up as he snapped his hips into you so hard that you thought you blacked out for a second, eyes going crossed, drool spilling from around Ran’s cock onto his pelvis and thighs. Too close to your first high, you were slapping and scratching at Ran’s thighs, body thrashing as Rindou fucked you into your second far too quickly

He fucked you at a pace that shouldn’t have been possible, each thrust pushing so deep inside of you that you could feel his tip brushing your cerxix, walls tight and molding around him, burning as he spread your legs wider, giving him more room to thrust deeper, faster inside of you. And you couldn’t even really keep up with what was happening, your legs were spasming and your hips were bucking and you weren’t sure if it was because you wanted more or if it was because you needed a chance to recover from your high.

Ran was speaking, goading him on, but you couldn’t form coherent thought between the feeling of Rindou’s cock dragging in and out of your cunt and the lack of air reaching your lungs. He was mocking you, that was for sure, and it was all going in one ear and right down to your cunt, “Our personal cockslut,” Ran cooed, “Dirty little thing, aren’t ya?”

You couldn’t breathe, you tried to push yourself off again, arms weak and trembling but Ran only pushed down harder on your head, your throat spasmed around him, your head felt fuzzy and light.

You were gonna pass out.

You tried desperately to hold consciousness but you couldn’t see straight, you couldn’t even hold your upper body up anymore, chest falling limp into Ran’s lap, cock pushing deeper into the back of your throat, you were gagging around him, chest heaving.

His fingers stroked your hair and soft hums left his lips in a sort of mock gentleness that had you squirting all over Rindou’s cock, vision flashing white, walls squeezing so tight around him that it had his hips stuttering and his grip around your waist tightening as he spilled his cum deep, deep inside of you with a loud, breathy moan, stuffing you so full that it was leaning out onto the mattress.

Above you, Ran let out a low groan, fisting your hair tight as he spilled his seed down your throat, plugging your nose shut with his free hand and holding your head down. You choked and spasmed at the cum, creating a hot, sticky mess on his pelvis but you forced yourself to swallow as best as you could because you knew Ran wouldn’t let you up for air until you did.

You spluttered and gasped for air as he released your head, letting you pull off of him and lay limp on his lap, head resting on his hip right next to his cock. Your chest heaved and your lungs burned and your vision was still spotty, you couldn’t even make out what Ran was cooing down at you as he toyed with your hair.

Another hand reached to cup your face, and your eyes met Rindou’s, “Are you okay?” he asked, but his words went in one ear out the other.

“She’s fine,” Ran said when you don’t respond. He leaned down, lips brushing the top of your head, “I’m gonna keep you this time, doll--or we are, I suppose. Maybe‘ll even get you your own lil gold plated collar,” he murmured, and you looked up at him, barely comprehending his words. The smile on his face was sly and even in your fucked out state you knew you were in trouble, “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Should’ve just let it go, pretty.”

#rindou x reader #rindou smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #ran x reader #ran smut

[azulas-lightning-bolt]

okay so I’m not normally one to do {character} w plot of {disney character} or just another character in general but. but hear me out.

anastasia mako. HELP. for a little background I’m playing anya (anastasia) in my school play and my friend’s little sister is making us both watch the movie. it’s breaking my tradition of NEVER watching the movie before performing a show, so I’m just blasting the musical soundtrack on my headphones and posting this, so,,,

ANYWAYS! since I make everything about mako, let’s get going with this.

anastasia-mako parallels:

-orphan

-resemblance to royalty (specifically eyes—gold for mako, blue for anastasia)

-really funny when they get bitchy

-best friend is their little brother (alexei-bolin)

-important person who’s actually a street rat x street rat relationship dynamic (anya x dmitry, korra x mako)

-communist party/equalists!!

-keepsake item (music box/scarf)

-that’s all I’ve got but like. just listen.

zuko has two daughters; izumi and naoki. Izumi is destined for the throne and naoki doesn’t particularly want it—she’s left to her own devices, for the most part. then, naoki falling in love with an earthbender named san; they have two children, mako and bolin. mako and bolin are mixed, but current firelord zuko loves them all the same. they are raised in the palace until mako is eight and bolin is six. it’s at that point that a group of dissenters on zuko’s policies attack the palace, killing princess naoki and prince san in the castle, before abducting and likely also killing the little princes.

but a month later, the prince bolin returns! the fire nation celebrates, the beloved second branch of the royal family is not completely gone! but the halls of the palace are silent and devoid of celebration; the prince mako has not returned. and by the stone wall of silence prince bolin has made himself, it’s likely he never will.

but a month later, bolin speaks again for the first time since his parents’ death—mako is alive out there, somewhere, and they just need to find him. immediately, search efforts are employed, scouts and soldiers and notices sent out all around the world calling for help to return their prince. firelord zuko even offers a large bounty for his return, though he hates when it’s called such.

meanwhile, in republic city, a boy with no name and no memories wakes up on the side of a road. fresh snow painted the ground, blood (his blood?) soaking it red. the scarf wrapped around his neck matches in pigment. he shivers in clothing made of fine silks and meant for the warmth, trekking forward. he quickly discovers his clothes are worth enough to find something rougher for warm and cold. (he doesn’t consider for a second selling the scarf.) he doesn’t even know his own name, but the cold sinking beneath his skin tells him it’s a deal he needs to cut.

he finds odd jobs around. his first is working at a hospital. he doesn’t get payed monetarily, but they heal the nasty lightning scar that mangles him, stretching from his cheek and down his arm to his waist and feed him. the nice old lady named kya gives him odd looks now and then (she’s never met the prince mako, but she’s seen pictures. she should check. she just needs to check.) but she gives him extra clothes for free, so he doesn’t mind. he moves to washing dishes when the hospital can hire better equipped staff and his scar is healed. he needs to get actual yuan now—he wants to pay for passage to the fire nation. the scarf he clung to, a little embroidery was stitched into it; ‘together in caldera’. that’s his only clue to the eight years before, and he’s desperate to chase it.

he becomes a street sweeper after that, and uses whatever name people give him. he’s been masok and yiso and aizah and saijan and noriaki and roki and kichirō and just about every name under the sun. usually, people call him after their late family. something in that feels oddly fitting to him, but he doesn’t dwell on it. the name that sits the most in his head is masok, so it’s masok that he sticks with.

he spends his years with the triads. they all look at him the same way—a way he doesn’t see them look at the other kids who have no choice but gang work. he’s stared at like a prize. he gets invited to play a game of pretend, but he knows games with old men never end well for children, and he’s far too old for games like that by age 10.

he eventually settled in as an assistant for an office worker who rarely spares him a glance—he counts himself lucky that he’s no longer on the wrong side of the law and that he was never caught. where he is now pays well and if he keeps it up a while longer and is smart with saving, he’ll be on an airship and to caldera city in no time at all.

republic city falls into crisis, a madman calling himself amon leading the ‘equalists’ to try and destroy all benders. he only takes that as incentive to get out faster, while he still can.

and then, of course, the avatar comes crashing into his life in the most insane way possible. you would think it’d be unlikely for the avatar to encounter a paper-pusher, and you’d be right, except this particular avatar just ran over said paper-pusher with her giant ass polar bear dog which OW PLEASE GET IT OFF NOW!

she apologizes by taking him to meet her rich friend, asami, who’s helping her deal with the whole amon situation. he is decidedly not smitten immediately with either of them, especially because the avatar literally ran him over with her polar bear dog. but korra starts prodding him about the missing fire nation prince and for some reason asami (who had until then seemed reasonable) agreed. they argued that, without his scar and after growing out his scraggly close cut hair, he would look exactly like the prince. not even to mention that their timelines match up, and masok’s mystery past. he tells them they’re crazy, but the idea creeps on him, looming in the back of his head.

what if he is the prince? it does match up, there is a resemblance, and those little snippets of memory tug incessantly at his mind. a little brother, a loving grandfather, was it all really?

they teach him about the fire nation royal family. to jog his memory, they say, as he learns about bolin and zuko and izumi and naoki and san. they teach him to stand straight like a prince and not slurp his noodles and raise his chin but not look down his nose.

he follows along with their schemes, much to his chagrin, as he finds himself put on blast in amon’s threatening grip. an example is to be made of him, the world is told from a large screen. he tries not to break his composure, but something in this is familiar and his heart is beating out of his chest in an effort to understand exactly what.

amon says that mako should’ve learned his lesson years ago, when the palace was attacked, and never shown his scarred face again, much less at the avatar’s side.

mako, amon said.

and suddenly mako (yes, mako. that felt right on his tongue.) recalls bombs and screaming and burning flesh and a dead mother and father and the need to protect a little brother who was ripped away and a burning, burning, burning, and electric pain all down his side and then waking up and remembering none of it or any of what came before and he is the lost prince of the fire nation. he strikes up with fire and lightning crackles along his fingertips and he tells amon to finish him the way he finished his mother and father.

amon asks who he thinks he is, a pathetic child, to stand against the equalist forces. and mako (mako, mako, mako. that is who he always was.) proudly declares what he had not known he had a right to. he is prince mako, of the fire nation. amon will rise, or amon will die.

a stunning lightning strikes him at his side and amon does not get to choose. show us who you are, amon, an urging comes from within mako. he peels off the man’s mask. he is water tribe, a scar… painted(?) on his face. mako is on camera, he knows, but if there is something more than the identity reveal causing the panic on amon’s face, mako needs to find out.

the texture of his scar is nothing like mako’s, and he dumps water on it to be sure. the paint comes off dripping and—amon’s limbs twitch again and the water bends away from him. the leader of the equalists is a waterbender.

amon dies, as simple as that, with his brother at his side.

mako is ready to take some time to process what was revealed publicly, on national broadcast, that he hadn’t even known himself, but he can’t seem to catch a break. first korra and asami are affectionately assaulting him (oh god he’s in love with them both) and then prince bolin (bo, he always called him bo) is walking through the trap door of his attic.

mako just about falls over. why was he here? was he going to say that mako had died that night, and all his ‘memories’ were just tricks of the mind to suit his fancies? was he going to accuse mako of slandering the royal family because he looked so terribly taken care of that it was insulting to be associated with him?

none of this happened. he teared up, green eyes locking onto gold. he barrels forward, wrapping his waveringly declared brother in a hug. mako calls out a too-familiar nickname, too late to stop himself, sucking in a breath nervously.

it’s been too long, he is told. it’s time to go home. he still has the scarf, he affirms in hysterical relief.

and mako, masok, the street orphan with nothing but a brightly dyed red scarf to his name, puts on the robes of a fire nation prince with the avatar and a genius inventor at his side. he sweeps onto a balcony, falling into straight-backed composure with ease, greeting a sea of citizens.

a servant declares to his right,

“Prince Mako has returned home!”

#mako lok #legend of korra #lok #tlok #zuko #bolin lok #korra #asami lok #makorrasami #briefly #izumi lok #naoki and san tlok #anastasia au #amon tlok #I know anastasia technically chooses to continue being anya. #but for the sake of the mental image of mako in fn prince robes. #stay with me here guys.

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literally hoping they break up in the last season

Why Mileven is shit - a submission-based essay, part 2/3

Mileven - a currently canon het ship from the Stranger Things fandom between Michael (Mike) Wheeler and Jane (Eleven) Ives/Hopper/Byers/IDK

they NEED to breakup (AGAIN) in the final season let's start w their character arcs rn. el was born in a lab and was raised VERY strict to be a weapon and shit. she escapes and now her whole arc is finding herself and being who she is separate to what people tell her she is. mike comes from a lowkey conservative family with parents who are married only to fit into the normal, not because they love each other. his arc, similar to his sisters' struggle in earlier seasons, is to not fall into conformity just because you feel like you should. both of these stories line up with the main moral of the show: be who you are even if it isn't "normal" ot whatever now how does mileven go against this? mike, and a bunch of ppl around el, in the earlier seasons keeps telling el what she should do/be. even in the later seasons we see mike refering to el as a "superhero" (which she doesn't like). neither of them feel free to be themselves around the other (shown by el lying to mike and mike being WAY out of character around el, etc). mike literally can't tell el he loves her while not under pressure. mileven sometimes parallels mike's parents' and sta.cy (a failed conformity relationship) and other bad relationships ANYWAYS it also reallyyyy pains will byers (who's been canonically in love with mike for like years, and mike's best friend) to see this. also, milevens keep harassing will/mike shippers on anon even months after the last season. like they have a hate discord server just for it. anyways i love mike and el but ohhh my god there is still SO much i haven't mentioned about how bad they are together (and how bad shippers often are, sometimes being violently homophobic and calling bylers delusional and shit)

OOOH IT FUCKING SUCKS THEY ARE SOOOOOO BAD FOR EACH OTHER JESUS THEY DON'T COMMUNICATE LIKE EVER THEY ARE BOTH CLEARLY IN IT BECAUSE OF THE EXPECTATION OF A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE THEY CAN'T CONFIDE IN EACH OTHER THEY DON'T SHARE ANY INTERESTS THEY'RE HAVING CONFLICT MORE OFTEN THAN NOT THANK *GOD* I AM UTTERLY CONVINCED THEY ARE HEADING FOR A CANONICAL PERMANENT BREAKUP. NOT TO MENTION THEY ARE BOTH GAY AS HELL TO ME. YOU SEEN THAT "THIS SHIP IS SO CANON AND IT'S A LESBIAN AND A GAY MAN" TWEET? YEAH. FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKING SHIP NOT TO MENTION THE SHIPPERS ARE FREQUENTLY OPENLY HOMOPHOBIC. UGHHHHHHH KILLING BITING (this is my fave btw)

they have no chemistry or buildup unlike the other st couples. they kissed season 1 right after she asked if he would be her brother. hes very obviously compensating for something. i think i gagged when they made out in season 3. speaking of. thats all they do. make out. they dont really have meaningful conversations. this also comes from the fact that when mike met her she was fresh out the lab that abused her for like 11 years. she was not socially ready to understand the bounds of a platonic relationship let alone a romantic one. anyway mileven break up s5 will happen i believe it. if nothing else. cross ur fingers gamers

the sheer homophobia and general toxicity that the fans of this ship create is absolutely insane when their perfect (read: mischaracterized) straight (read: homosexually-coded) couple is judged for having toxic or incompatible elements is insane. the only good romantic aspect between these two characters is in a cringefail "wow this really doesn't work at all" i-want-to-put-this-dynamic-under-a-microscope-and-study-it-because-it's-an-absolute-trainwreck" kind of way. el has been abused and cut off from society her whole life and at 12 years old she immediately gets together with this guy at whose earth shattered after his best friend went missing who then has surviors guilt after she almost does which is misconstrued as romantic rather than unhealthy obsession and trauma. and so on and so forth.. there's just so much wrong they lie to each other So Fucking Much despite truthfulness being very important to them and they ignore their friends to make out (which is filmed in a way that is meant to feel uncomfortable btw lmao) and el doesn't understand mike's trauma from bullying and he doesn't understand how she doesn't want to be built up into being a superhero etc etc. and it's just so increasingly bad I want to rub my temples just thinking about them. they're just so bad for each other and their relationship has done nothing but make them worse in general but for some reason their ship is viewed as fluffy or cute or whatever the hell. anyway mike is so heavily coded to be fucking gay and in love with his best friend (and el can be interpreted to be lesbian coded) and I just need to get them out of there amen

I'm gonna make a list bc the reasons are many: 1) their first casual interaction they get together but in the same conversation she asks him if she can be like a sister to him 2) all their "cute moments" are them making out in the 3rd season with still absolutely no chemistry 3) their only actual cute scene is them dancing at the snowball yet in the same scene they portray the same way two couples that are not romantic 4) mike becomes a terrible person when he's with eleven 5) eleven literally GOT OUT OF A LAB SHE WAS RAISED IN and this is the first guy she dated 6) she can't even say he's a good kisser 7) mike can't tell her that he loves her (bc he doesn't) and the only time he does he makes this whole ugly ass speech up about how she's his "superhero" even though she doesn't want to be seen only for her superpowers 8) in said speech, while listing the things that he loves about her, he only names her superpowers + he lies multiple times 9) EVEN AFTER SAID SPEECH she is still mad at him and won't talk to him (probably bc she saw right through his bs) 10) she spent a whole 6 months lying to him about all of her life 11) mike is clearly gay and is meant to be with his childhood best friend will 12) mike idolizes her and doesn't see her as an actual person 13) eleven needs to be her own person (ffs she just got out of a lab) 14) the ship sucks and even the authors and actors say so

they have NO chemistry. they kissed after one week of knowing each other when they were 12 and eleven didn't even know what a romantic relationship was at the time, given the fact that right before mike kisses her she says "will you be like my brother?". they spent the entirety of season 2 apart with mike calling el on his walkie and el watching romantic movies on the tv for a year (then will is in trouble and mike says 'fuck it' and goes full protective boyfriend mode but this isn't about byler so i digress) and start dating soon after they meet again even though they haven't had a SINGLE conversation and are barely friends. season 3 comes along and the writers do their utmost best to show us how incompatible they are. their makeout scenes are uncomfortable, they break up at the beginning of the season and neither one of them seems particularly bothered that their first relationship is over. in fact, the happiest we see el in the entire series is during the time they're broken up, when she gets close to max (who she actually has chemistry with, by the way) and finally experiences freedom, being a teenage girl and etc since mike had been "keeping her all to himself" for like, a year. aside from that, he doesn't go after her at all after she dumps his ass (literally) but when he and will have a fight, he bikes across town in the rain just to apologize, that boy is GAY. finally, the theme of season 4 is lies and once again, mike and el spend the season apart (once again, mike spends the season with WILL) and right before they part ways, they have a big fight about mike being unable to so much as WRITE "love, mike" on his letters to el, let alone say it, and he bullshits his way through it and refuses to say the actual reason until vol. 2, when he apparently "confesses" that he's afraid he'll lose her if he says it (okay, amigo, you're gonna lose your girlfriend who was literally begging you to say 'i love you' not even a week ago, aham, totally valid excuse). conclusion: they don't know each other and they don't act like themselves when they're together. mike hides his nerdy nature, el feels like she has to be the amazing superhero he's always viewed her as or else he'll lose interest and it just feels like they're both grasping at straws because this relationship has been dragged on for too long that they don't know how to break up permanently. they are afraid of losing each other, but not romantically, as mike was el's first semblance of family after escaping the lab and mike feels like it's his duty to protect and care for el. also, mike is gay. in other words, FREE THEM.

#propaganda #why [ship name] is shit #the (s)hit list #not a poll #anti milkvan #anti mileven #again - #byler #kinda?

[fangirlingatstuff]

Ronin and reader headcannons (w/ romance if thats fine I couldnt find ur rules page sorry) , you and MK had shrunk together, so maybe sometime after the movie, Nod and Him become "stomper" size and MK's like: "nah dude you gotta go to Y/n's house" and they go to your large slightly dysfunctional loving family to regroup and stuff. You have become my new favorite account bc i found no one who writes Epic, especially Ronin. <3 You have been followed and will be loved aggressively

Yay! Welcome to the club lol the fandom may be slightly dead but that doesnt keep some of us from making content XD Hope you like this hun! Haven’t written much for Ronin so this is fun!

This is definitely not based off of my family nooo why would you think that??? (Tho I only have one brother lol)

When you had first shrunken down and met Ronin, you hadn't been as trustful as MK was.

Given, you went with MK as emotional support so she had someone to fall back on if things didn't go well with her dad, and after being shrunken while stressing about helping out your friend, you were a lot more on edge than she was.

When Ronin made it his job to escort the both of you to Nim's, you weren't as receptive of the idea as MK was, but hey, MK was kind of in need of a strong figure in her life and you weren't going to argue with that.

Over the period of that day, seeing Ronin, talking to him, noticing his own grief, even though he was pretty attractive and it made your heart skip a beat when he pulled you in by the waist to get you away from MK's crazy pug, you told yourself "we just met” and left it at that.

So imagine your surprise, several months later, when MK shows up with both leafmen while your youngest siblings were causing mayhem in the kitchen, your eldest brother wrestling with your dad over the last couple pizza rolls, and your mom stuck in a standoff with the cat since it kept trying to eat the bills on the counter.

MK explained what happened and why Ronin and Nod were suddenly big now, but you weren't able to say anything before she was like “Ok bye! Take care!” And left them with you

You were SO going to get her back for this

Honestly, you were surprised that your family didn’t mind them showing up, but you also lived in a loft above the garage so that you had some privacy from the rest of your family.

After introducing Nod and Ronin as “some of MK’s friends”, you moved them up to your small “apartment”

Nod was already a hit with your youngest two brothers, showing off his sword skills by slicing fruit in the air as they tossed it at him

Ronin took a while to adjust

But slowly he started to talk to you and you two actually had the longest conversation you’ve ever had between the two of you

Ronin didn’t want to intrude or be a burden, so he picked up doing chores (your chores) around the apartment and house while also getting Nod to do your brothers chores

You told him it wasn’t necessary, they were your chores for a reason, but Ronin argued and said that this was thanks for letting the two of them stay

He’s already a big hit with your mom and dad, but they were at work and didn’t see much of him

You were washing dishes after everyone else left the house, either for school or work, when Ronin came in

He was wearing a white henley shirt with rolled up sleeves, something that SHOULDNT have looked that good on him, and immediately stopped to look at you from across the house

“Nope, uh uh,” he hip checked you out of the way and took the plate you were washing

“Hey!” You said

“Let me wash the dishes,” he didn’t even bother letting you argue, to him it was “his duty” to show appreciation by helping around the house

“Ronin,” you whined while trying to take the rag back from him, “c’mon, it’s literally my one chore.”

“You don’t have to do it, I got it,” he said

You huffed and groaned

“How about you wash them and I’ll dry and put them up?” You offer, hand on your hip

He looked at you and thought for a moment

The two of you worked in sync with each other in the small kitchen, you putting up the dishes as Ronin washed them

Occasionally, his hand would linger for a moment longer than usual while handing you the next dish, or you’d glance over to see him quickly looking away

Even when dressed so casually he looked so in charge and strong, it was so weird

It was weird in general to see him out of his armor but you digress

When the last dish was put up, you stretched and wiped down your slightly wet hands before turning to walk out

“Hey Y/n-�� you turned as Ronin reached out for you but hesitated

“Yeah, Ronin?” You raised a brow

He stopped and drew back his hand, brow furrowed in thought

“…thank you. For letting me and Nod stay here. Your family is…very kind.”

You snorted, “Yeah, well you havent seen ‘em on a bad day.”

Ronin chuckled a little at your joke and it made your cheeks turn pink

“But really,” he said, “I don’t know how else to thank you.”

“You don’t have to-“

“No, I do,” he added as you hopped to sit on the counter behind you. “I…I think we got off on the wrong foot, before.”

You blinked in surprise and looked away with a hint of shame, “Yeah, I—that day was a lot for me.”

He sighed, “It…was a lot for me too.”

You lowered your gaze, thinking about the woman who he had ran to as she died, the late queen, Tara

Ronin shook his head and snapped out of it, “Uh, well I-“ he stammered and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m happy MK took us here. It’s been…nice, actually getting to know you.”

You told yourself you were imagining the blush on his face

“Really?” You smiled. “It’s been nice getting to know you too.”

Ronin smiled as you hopped down and opened up the fridge, taking out a gallon of iced sweet tea

“Come on!” You chirped as you passed him and grabbed two glasses, “It’s nice out.”

The two of you sat out in the backyard on the porch, chatting and drinking iced tea, laughing at stories, talking about anything and everything, enjoying the nice spring air late into the evening

When Nod eventually came back with MK after a trip around town, they found the two of you passed out on the porch swing, a thin blanket over the both of you

MK laughed but Ronin never looked so peaceful

Okay it took me a while to come up with this and it isnt immediately romantic but now Im like “…oh? Oh, ok, am I invested in this now???”

So if you like it I can DEFINITELY do more, it took everything in me to NOT just write an entire short fic for this one prompt, it ended up being so much cuter than I expected!!!!

Hope you like it! Its awesome having more people interact with the fandom!!

#ronin #epic 2013 #mk bomba #mary katherine bomba #ronin x reader #nod #x reader #epic 2013 headcanons #epic 2013 x reader #future drabble? #slice of life #request

[aldbooks]

I saw an ask response earlier where the ask was basically implying that Azriel had mercenary intentions with both Mor and Elain, whether he was conscious of that or not, and my response got me thinking about the bat boys.

So, let's do a little analysis...

First off, it's important to note that in some form or other, all three are considered 'bastards', Cassian and Azriel literally, Rhysand because of racial biases. All three of them had some similar experiences because of the connotations that word carries (though obviously to very different degrees) and all had vastly different experiences as children that, even after they began living together as brothers, really shaped who they are as grown men.

Cassian

The bastard of a low born female with an unknown male, Cassian was perhaps the most hated among the three of them, at least from what we know so far. He was forced away from his mother very young and forced to fend for himself in the war camps.

We're told that bastards are given nothing when they join the camps. They're left in the cold without even shelter and have to earn, win or steal everything. Which Cassian does. He fought other boys in the camp to win the clothes he wore.

Because of this, Cassian, despite his obvious power and talent and intelligence, now feels he has to work to earn every bit of pride, praise, respect, and affection he receives. He worked his way through the ranks of soldiers starting from the very bottom to become their general. Which is... insanely impressive on its own. Yes, Rhys made him the general, but he definitely earned it, just like he earned the seven siphons he wears. Siphons that are basically never given to bastards. The Illyrians hate him, but begrudgingly respect and obey his orders because he fought for that respect.

He allows himself to become the emotional punching bag for his friends because he feels it's how he earns his place in their circle. Even Nesta comments on this.

Still, he believes himself unworthy because that's what he's been told his whole life. And in spite of all of that, he remains kind and compassionate and giving. He fights for those who can't fight for themselves, because, until he met Rhys, no one was there to fight for him.

Rhysand

Rhysand is the son of the High Lord and his mate. Born into a privileged life, that would have been mostly devoid of love if not for his mother. Hated by almost everyone outside of the Night Court because of the reputation of his court. Hated by the Illyrians because of his mother's elevated position and refusal to conform, but also because they chaffed at being ruled by High Fae who thought themselves better. Hated by the citizens of the Hewn City who considered the 'half-breed' a bastard and unworthy of his title. They only bow to him now because they fear him and they've seen what he will do to those who try to usurp him.

As a child, Rhys himself tells us that he hadn't understood what it was to be without until he saw Cassian trudging back to his little tent in the rain/snow (can't remember which but it was wet and cold). At this point, he still doesn't like Cassian but he feels guilt for the luxuries he has that Cassian does not and begs his mother to let him stay with them and they later adopt Azriel as well.

This begins a cycle of Rhysand feeling like he doesn't deserve the things he's been given because of his birth, and why he tries so hard to make sure his friends stay comfortable and well paid, giving so much of his wealth and himself to them. He does it with Feyre too, feeling like he has to compensate her for staying with him and giving up the chance at a life where she would not be hated and hunted because of him.

He wants to be liked. Wants to be loved. This is very evident, not only in how he acts with his family and his mate, but with others too. He befriended Tamlin when he was younger, and only abandoned him after he was betrayed. That betrayal and lost friendship still hurts him. He was so hopeful about a friendship with Tarquin and was genuinely disappointed when he realized the consequences of the choices they made in Summer meant he would likely never be trusted by the man the way he'd hoped.

He has a tendency to make plans on his own, sometimes without fully thinking through the consequences, or who will get hurt, and constantly puts himself in front of the figurative blade to spare those he loves pain. Again this all seems to come from guilt.

Azriel

The bastard son of a Lord and a servant. Hated by his stepmother and brothers who treat him abominably cruelly simply for existing while his father does nothing to stop any of it. He's acknowledged, but not given the privileges of a son and is only set free from his personal hell when he develops a rare gift and suddenly becomes 'valuable.'

We don't know much about what the war camps were like for Azriel, other than he had to learn to fly at a much older age than other boys and was probably bullied for it. We know Cassian taught him, so it may be safe to assume he and Rhys took him under their wing relatively early. He was probably decently well protected by the two of them. He now has a massive hero complex, always wanting to be the savior and have the glory.

After the war camps, Rhysand's father takes Azriel as his personal Shadowsinger and forces him to spy for him. This is likely where Azriel learned most of the skills he now uses today as Spymaster, including the torture. Again, we don't know much about what those days were like for him, but it's implied he both witnessed and was made to do some terrible things. However, he'd once again been deemed 'valuable' and given a prestigious position in court.

Azriel's entire reputation is built on fear and intimidation, fed by rumors both of the power he/his shadows wield and what everyone knows he does (i.e. 'interrogations') and he not only has a very high opinion of himself, he also seems to feel he deserves the awe and 'respect' because of who he is. He's very prideful and we mostly see this when anyone questions him. He seems to believe he's owed things because of everything he was denied.

This is where I diverge from 'canon' and get into my impressions of who Azriel is based on what we do know...

Azriel is a font of contradictions. He craves love, but because he received so little of it in his life thus far, doesn't truly seem to comprehend or recognize what love is. He has an obsessive personality and confuses infatuation, jealousy and feelings of possessiveness with actual affection. He seems to believe there are (overly) simple solutions to complicated problems despite all the things he's observed over the years and all the political intrigue he's participated in.

Examples: Kill Beron (all the Vanserras most likely) = Autumn will be a better place and Mor will be avenged. Illyrians/CoN aren't cooperating? do whatever tf you want and kill whoever disagrees/opposes. Kill Lucien = Elain is 'free'. Find a mate = be happy.... there's a lot of killing involved there. I imagine this is also something he's learned from his time as Spymaster. Sometimes the easiest way to stem the flow of information is kill anyone who knows.

Azriel was treated badly and shunned by his own people and doesn't hold any compassion towards them for the prejudices they were taught or try to teach them different, as Cassian does. While Rhysand and Cassian try to find ways to move forward and create peace with as little bloodshed as possible (despite being the general, Cassian would rather avoid war if he could), Azriel would just as soon see the world burn.

All three have both good qualities and bad.

Rhysand- I think mostly because he feels trapped by the reputation he was practically born with- can be cruel and overly arrogant, and can be selfish in that he only seems to consider how his decisions affect his own people and no one else. But, he genuinely wants to make the world better, even if he doesn't always understand the best way to do that.

Cassian - deeply underestimates himself. Despite being the most emotionally intelligent of the three, he often missteps in his interactions with other people. He takes insults to heart, which can lead to him lashing out when hurt. (hello destroying an entire village because of what happened to his mother, or the things he said to Nesta when she insulted him) He gives too much of himself, but always chooses to see the best in people. We especially see this with his thoughts on Lucien while others in the IC are disparaging him, and the last words he says to Eris in ACOSF. Also with how he views his own people.

Azriel - Is angry at the world. He is capable of compassion, but only seems to extend it to those he believes are 'deserving' of it. Thus he hates the Illyrians, the Autumn Court and the CoN for the actions and opinions of a few, as though they were one entity and not made of individual people who do not all share the same thoughts and prejudices as the worst of them. As much as he hates himself, he also seems to have moments when he revels in his own bloodlust and darkness. He has the most healing to do of the three of them.

#rhysand #cassian #azriel #bat boys #character analysis #acotar

[hersterical]

Conversations at the Evil Single-Fathers of Alternative Teenaged Daughters Support Group

Doofenschmirtz: Hello, is this the SFATDSG?

Silco: The what?

D: The Evil Single-Fathers of Alternative Teenaged Daughters Support Group.

Mayor Wilkins: Wow, that is a mouthful. We really oughta work on a better name for the group. And it sure is! What’s your name?

D: I’m Doctor Hienz Doofenschmirtz

S: Wait, I have a few questions for the good doctor before he joins us. Just to make sure he truly belongs

D: Hey! I’m not good, I’m literally evil. If anything I’m a bad doctor.

W: Now Dr. D, can I call you that? Dr. D, just because you’re evil that doesn’t mean you’re not good. Mr. Silco here is as evil as they come and he’s also just about the best father I’ve ever met. He’s a strong leader and a good man and I would bet money that you are as well.

D (wipes tear from his eye): Wow, I really needed to hear that today.

S: Yes…thank you Mayor Wilkins. But I am not evil, I simply am trying to ensure that the Nation of Zaun receives all that we deserve.

W: Yes, but you’ve also committed a lot of murders and other atrocities. Not that I’m judging, who hasn’t right? But that just proves my point, just because you’re evil that doesn’t mean you’re bad.

D: Hold on, back up a bit. You’re a mayor!? My brother, Roger’s a mayor as well and he makes it look so easy! Meanwhile I’ve been spending years, literally putting all of my blood sweat and tears into taking over the tri-state area with no success. It’s just not fair! How’d you do it?

W: I feel ya Doc, it can be frustrating to work so hard and have nothing to show for it. As far as how I did it? I built my platform on being a man of the people. A family man who looks out for the little guy and listens to what the voters have to say. I also used some dark magic, ritual sacrifices, and some minor bribery.

D: hmmm…I’ll have try that. Not the dark magic stuff because I’ve tried that before and it…uh…it didn’t end well.

[a moment of silence passes]

S: You mentioned a brother? I too had a brother. We weren’t born brothers but forged an unbreakable bond. Or at least, it was supposed to be unbreakable. We were friends and partners in all things. Then one day he decided he no longer cared for our cause and tried to kill me. He said it was for the sake of his daughters. It wasn’t until years later that I finally understood when I had a daughter of my own. I would burn down the whole world, including my own aspirations, if it would mean that Jinx is safe.

W: It sounds like the two of you were “brothers” the same way my Faith and that no-good Buffy were “sister” slayers. But we can wait until you’re more comfortable with us to have that conversation if you’d like. But I feel you. I was so close to Ascending but all it took was the mere mention of Faith for me to lose all sense and logic. If I could go back the only thing I would change is I would do better at making sure Faith didn’t get hurt.

D: You guys are preaching to the choir here. More of my evil schemes have been foiled than I can count because I needed to prioritize Vanessa’s needs over my own. And I wouldn’t change a thing. Except it would be nice if Vanessa showed just a little more interest in evil. She has potential she just doesn’t seem to care. She’s so talented and clever she would really thrive in the field.

W: Not my Faith. She took to evil like a duck to water and she’s got a real talent for it. She considers herself to be a bit of an artist and I’m liable to agree with her. I just wish she didn’t care so much about what that Buffy and those other kids thought of her. All they do is hurt her, try to distance her from me, and get in the way of my plans.

S: And I wish Jinx would distance herself from Vi, her sister. She confuses Jinx and tries to change her into something she isn’t instead of just loving her for who she is. And Vi is also always trying to get in the way of my plans.

W: Isn’t that just so frustrating? How about you Doc? Does your daughter have a complicated relationship with a young do-gooder with a penchant for punching first, asking questions later, and getting in the way of your plans?

D: You mean…like a nemesis? I have one of those! He’s my best friend. Our relationship is pretty simple but I’m not sure what his relationship with Vanessa is like. You know what, I’ll just call her and ask.

[Doof calls Vanessa]

D: Vanessa, you picked up! I’m putting you on speaker because I need you to answer a question for me. What’s your relationship like with Perry the Platypus? Would you describe it as complicated?

Vanessa: I mean, he’s a cool guy and I have fun hanging out with him sometimes. But I also don’t exactly love that he regularly hospitalizes my father and also blows up the apartment that occasionally has some of my stuff in it. Plus, he’s also a platypus which is kind of weird. So yeah, I guess you could say that things are complicated between us.

D: Thank you sweetie, that’s all I wanted to know. I’ll pick you up later, love you bye! She said yes.

W: Life is just so complicated for young women nowadays all around. You all know that I think my Faith is perfect, but sometimes I do wonder if she could benefit from seeing a therapist.

S: I’ve briefly considered the same thing for Jinx. Her hallucinations and violent outbursts have gotten worse ever since her estranged sister who she thought was dead broke out of jail and started running around with that enforcer who’s trying to hunt Jinx down.

D: My ex-wife, Charlene, paid for a therapist for Vanessa while we were going through our divorce and it seemed to really help her. I personally wanted to get her a nemesis of her own for free, but I think the therapist was probably for the best looking back. If you guys want I can give you the phone number. It sounds like you guys could all benefit from it because I don’t think your nemesis’s are doing enough.

W: Well gosh, Dr. D, I sure would appreciate that! I gotta say, I’ve really been enjoying our time together gentlemen. We should hang out outside of this little group of ours. Say, how do you two feel about golf?

S: It is a pointless game meant only for the elite to rub their abundance and disregard for their access to land, and clean water in the faces of my people who are choking on the very air that gives them life as the privileged laugh and grow fat on their wealth and power like pigs. Unknown to them they are only preparing themselves to be slaughtered and feasted upon by the very ones they oppress in order to desperately hold on to their tenuous hold over us.

D:…Wow. You’ve got some intense vibes, man. But yeah, I’m gonna have to agree with you. Golf is so boring. How ‘bout a round of mini-golf?

W: Even better! How ‘bout we bring our daughters along? I bet they’d all be fast friends.

S: Mini-golf is…acceptable

#Silco: eat the rich #Mayor Wilkins: literally #doof: but where will my alimony checks come from? #silco arcane #richard wilkins #doctor doofenshmirtz #faith lehane #jinx arcane #vanessa doofenshmirtz #buffy the vampire slayer #arcane #phineas and ferb

[leatherbelt1295]

Your Daily Smile #2617

@ehan281

This should have been posted yesterday, but I didn't really get a chance to. I spent the previous 2.5 days with EHAN irl, and man they were just so wonderful... I'm so grateful we got to hang out again and do more than we did last time. Went during this time for a multitude of reasons since things lined up perfectly, but most importantly it was like a birthday present to him (5/29) and myself (6/3). We haven't seen each other since October 2017, so naturally I really missed him so much. ;w; That's way too long!!

We got to eat yummy food each day, got to meet his adorable doggy Sparky, met his folks, go through a mirror maze, played a laser busting game?, watch him do little runs of SpongeBob Battle for Bikini Bottom, watch the new Spidey on opening night with his brother, and went to a convention together and even cosplayed which was super fun! I went as Peppino Spaghetti from Pizza Tower (so if by chance you were there on Friday and saw Peppino, it might've been me!) and he was an excellent Cameron from Ferris Bueller Day Off. It was cool how often we were recognized, heheh. Really nice to see people's faces light up like that. Of course, we saw a lot of great cosplays too! Here's a few I saw myself that I got pics of, really nice stuff!

We got to play my favorite beat-em-up The Simpsons by Konami, and I'm glad EHAN and his brother really enjoyed it too! Really cool stuff all around, found plenty of gifts for my folks at home but also a couple things for me. Oh and Petra stuff and even comm'd a Petra for EHAN. :]

I haven't been to a con in 7 years, so being back at such a fun one was something I absolutely needed and appreciate immensely. Good times all around! I'm happy he and his brother enjoyed themselves too.

Here's my loot, though only the Jolteon and black shirt are for me.

We headed to Red Robin later on, and that was nice too! At least for me and his brother. :)

I went with the intention of recreating a certain Bocchi the Rock comic to EHAN. :))

And it worked. :)))

And the waitress didn't believe him when he said it was my birthday too. :))))

Ended the night with some 3 player Mario Party 2 on Pirate Land. We lost to the CPU DK because of usually MP shenanigans lol. Still fun!

And followed that up with me and EHAN rewatching Space Patrol Luluco as we do every June 5th, but a little early this time so it could be irl. A wonderful time as it is every year, but made more special being together and having fun irl! I'll be taking about that more on tomorrow's YDS though. :)

Wrapped up the visit with another good breakfast and visiting a lovely park, I really enjoyed that too.

Again, overall, I totally needed this trip and I'm eternally grateful for being able to do so. I really miss him though. ;w;

And I suppose I should mention a bit how my birthday was yesterday aside about half the day being with EHAN. I received gift art from friends through the day, including right at midnight and even today... Y'all really didn't have to... ;; But thank you so much... And to those who I know may read this and wanted to draw me something or whatever the case may be, but couldn't for any reason, just know it's more than okay and the fact that you even thought of me in the first place means a lot to me already. Wishing me hbd means a lot too... 🥺 So thank you guys too!

Even had a big surprise on the flight back home before departure. Someone close to me with connections actually informed the crew on board that it was my birthday, and if they could deliver a message to me for them, which they absolutely did... Even gave me free snacks and water, and invited me to sit in the pilot's seat which was !!!!!?? It was so cool what the heck... I'm grateful for that... 😭

Nice time spent at home with family, always nice to see them. It ain't a birthday without being with em, I'd say. Nice lil gifts too, they shouldn't have... ;; I do wanna show this Hank Hill in particular, gave me a good laugh and I love it, heheh. The Bocchi doodle too!

But yeah, I just wanted to dedicate this YDS to thanking @ehan281 and his brother for a wonderful time and express my gratitude of a happy birthday too. Hoping the next time we meet won't be so long! ^^

#EHAN #toskihero #your daily smile

[waremyth]

Marinette Kent(prob cringy)

(so Marinette is not from krypton, but she is a dormant meta, she was abused by the Dupin Chéngs since she was small when she went on a trip to metropolis with her class she met Jon Kent on that trip the two got along well together, and acted like they were siblings, Clark and Lois saw this and were happy that the two got along but after the 3 weeks were up they were upset she was leaving so they swapped phone number, one day they did a video call and noticed bruises on her and were worried she said it was just some bullies,  after a few more weeks they got the truth out because she was showing up with bruises, cuts, black eyes, they were pissed and arrested her parents for child abuse, after that the Kents adopted her and later on found out she was a meta(her powers are like ivy's but more powerful), Jon introduced Mari to Damien and they hit it off, after about 4 months they started dating, a month after that she met Bruce and his siblings, oh and she already knew about there hero identities, she decided to go and continue school in Paris, after Lila came she started getting bullied for pointing out her lies, they just called her names till the 3 year they started to get physical, Damien had started to realize make up covering some spots so him and the bats hacked into the schools cameras and Kent was there to they found out that she was being bullied(also Chloe's nice now))

Marinette P.O.V. 

i was in the back of the class talking to Chloe as she was doing a case I presume, then the door had sung open getting everyone's attention, when I looked up I saw non other than my brother Jon at the door looking worried.

"Mari!" Jon yelled

"Jon, what's wrong?" I asked in a worried tone, as soon as I said that I heard another person running.

"Angel, why didn't you tell us you were getting bullied!?" Damien said, also looking worried.

Alya had gotten up yelling "She's not getting bullied, She is the bully!"

 "I know my sister, and she wouldn't hurt a fly" Jon said "And who are you!?" "I am Jon Kent, son of Lois lane and Clark Kent, and brother of Marinette Kent" "Liar!, they only have two kids both boys!" Alya yelled out, Lois and Clark walk in" if you had researched us then you would know we have adopted her" Alya stood there with her mouth wide open while Damien came over to me and hugged me, Lila also went pale as a ghost since someone she lied about was here.

 "Eeeeck, you guys are the ones who inspired me to become a journalist!Do you like my ladyblog?Will I ever work with you?" Alya said completely forgetting what is going on, Damien looked at me like 'is she for real?' i just nod in response. Lois just glares at her and says,"Mrs. Césaire your blog is filled with false information along with many lies, I will not work with a wanna be reporter who does not fact check especially one who bullies one of my kids, and you have done both." when she was done Alya had tears in her eyes, then lila got up and told alya something that made her mad "Mari-Slut how could you do this i thought we were friends!?" she yelled at me the class just glared at me after that "Cesaire you did this to yourself, Do not blame this on my girlfriend!" Damien glares at her.

"I cant believe you Marinette did you pay them or lie to them to side with you?" Lila screeches out, I got mad at this then Damien intervenes "Rossi, you should shut up before I make you, she did not pay me or anyone, I love her and she loves me, I am in the family you had decided to lie about, my name is Damien Wayne the blood son of Bruce Wayne, and boyfriend of Marinette Kent" Lila went pale once more along with a good chunk of the class.

Adrien decided to open his mouth and said "Mari you don't want to date him he's a cocky spoiled brat" i was Pissed at that comment

I decided to speak up "Adrian Agreste, you cannot speak, he loves me and will stick up for me, you on the other hand do not care for me and would not at least help me when they hurt me, and you are also a spineless cowered who always takes the 'High road' when something happens (veins start coming out of the ground and wrapping Adrien's legs) so your the cocky brat here Agreste!" at this point everyone was shacked except the Kents, Wayne, and Chloe.

"Angel, calm down" Damien said as he hugs me, i hug back with tears in my eyes {Drama Lover!}

"Done!" Chloe said with a smirk, while everyone looks at her, she starts handing out papers to everyone in the class and put the rest on the teacher's desk. everyone looks at the papers in the class.

"Your suing us!?" the class asks

"yup" Chloe says while popping the P

"You cant do that!" Mylen yells

Buce had just walked in "actually we can, we will see you in court, Lila Rossi and Alya Cesaire you will be going to jail for you actions, now Marinette and Chloe you will be coming with us and finishing school in Gathom" we just nodded and left.

#MarinetteKent #mlb x dc #class salt #daminette #this is cringy

[feyre-darling92]

Alive and in Love - Chapter 2

Cassian Andor x reader

A/N: Soo, here’s part 2. Also, the names are made up. Hope you like it!

T/W: Language, bad writing

Word Count: 1,879

Taglist: @stanny-uwu​ , @hollymac79​,  @triumph-of-form-over-content​,   @michelle-l-a-k          

Part 1

You yawned as you opened your eyes and looked at the alarm on your nightstand.

Shit

“Fuck” you said and rushed to the bathroom, you were late. Thankfully, your suitcase was already made, clothes and things you wanted to take with you were already packed and placed at the entrance of your house.

Somehow you broke the world’s speed record and in minutes you were ready, running down the stair of the apartment block. Yep, another day of bad luck.

When you exited the building you were welcomed with the sight of Cassian waiting for you outside of the car the agency provided you.

“You’re late,” he said amused.

“You don’t say” you rolled your eyes and opened the door to the driver’s seat.

“Oh, I don’t think so”

“Excuse me?”

“I will drive. We have to stay alive and if you drive I doubt we will”

“Haha. Very funny” you threw your suitcase on the backseats and sat on the co-drivers. Three minutes and he had already annoyed you.

“You’re not a morning person, are you?” he asked.

“It's 6.38 and I haven’t had coffee yet. How did you expect me to be?”

He just shrugged and continued driving. The town was about two hours away so you had a long trip ahead of you. The first few minutes you just sat in comfortable silence, until he turned on the radio.

“What would you like to hear?”

“I don’t know, you’re the driver you choose”

“Look if this is because I didn’t let you drive-”

“You never let me drive!” you exclaimed annoyed.

“Yeah, because the last time you drove you hit the dam wall!”

“You forgot that we were being chased”

“All I know is that Bodhi is still trying to repair the car”

“It’s not fair. And Lana del Rey will do fine”

“As you wish” he murmured and put on the music. “By the way that explains a lot” the corners of his lips curled up just so slightly that a faint smile was formed.

“It explains what, Andor?” you crossed your hands against your chest and sat more comfortably in your seat.

“Nothing”

Half an hour later you were asleep, legs curled up against your chest and head resting against the window, Summertime Sadness playing in the background.

Cassian sat silently next to you, glancing at you every now and then. This time you were... different. He just reminded himself that this was none of his business and tried to keep his mind elsewhere.

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After what felt like seconds a hand gently grabbed your shoulder and shook you awake. “Y/N, wake up”

You lifted your head from the window, “What happened?”

“I need instructions from this point” he had stopped at the end of the main road

“Yeah, alright. Turn to the left” you supported your head with your arm and looked at the road ahead of you.

“Just ask,” you said after a few minutes.

“Ask what?”

“Left. You want to ask something don’t you?”

“How do you know the main suspect?”

“Left and right. When you are young you make acquaintances with people you think you know. Keep going forward. Does this satisfy your curiosity?”

He just nodded and kept following your instructions not wanting to pressure you any further to talk before you had to. Even though you both knew that on this mission facing the past would be inevitable.

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“And we’ve reached our destination” you sighed and got out of the car, grabbing your suitcase. “Someone should be here in order to-”

“Cassian” Someone from behind you called out to your partner. You turned curious and met a sight you never thought could be possible.

“How do you know each other?” you looked at both Cassian and your brother shocked.

“We met when I moved out” your brother explained. “Don’t tell me that you two work together?”

“Yes, we are” you replied still shocked. “And what kind of brother hugs his friend before his sister?”

“A smart one” Cassian chuckled and your brother agreed, “That’s why he’s my best friend. Come inside”

“How’s Jane?” he asked your brother which surprised you even more. “How do you know his wife?!”

“What do you mean? He was the one that introduced me to her” Y/B/N replied.

“It was the first time I saw you chicken out in front of anyone. You own me”

“I do” They kept chatting and laughing. Alright, this was getting worse. “So, how do you put up with my sister? Last time I checked she was insufferable”

“She still is” Cassian replied with a smirk you wished you could wipe off his face yourself.

“What are you going to do? Make a team against me?” you rolled your eyes and they exchanged a mischievous look, “Yes” they both replied.

“Oh, shut up” you pushed them aside as you walked ahead already fed up with their bullshit. You took a breath and knocked on the door. These weeks would be unforgettable. Not in a good way.

The door opened and before you could react two arms dragged you inside the house and trapped you in a long and tight hug. “Hello, mother” you finally escaped her grip. “Thank god you’re okay. Your brother informed us about your staying”

It was true, your brother worked at the same agency only that he had an office job. He was, as he liked to call himself, the guy at the chair. Yeah, you two had watched too many action films.

“Cassian, dear, how are you?” she turned to him and you once again asked shocked, “You know her too?”

“Of course, I know him,” your mother said as it was the most natural thing in the world. “So? What is this about, another mission?” she asked and you and Cassian exchanged a look. If there was one person who shouldn’t learn the significance of this mission and how dangerous it was this was her.

“Yeah, just another-” Cassian started,

“mission about-” you continued,

“some criminals” your brother finished the sentence.

“Uh huh” she was not convinced at all but if she’d learned one thing from your profession this was to never ask.

“Anyways” you changed the subject, “where’s dad?”

“He will be working till late tonight. Why don’t you leave your things? I brought the cot to your room”

“Why? We have a guest room”

“We’re engaged. If anyone came unexpected wouldn’t it be weird if they found us sleeping apart?”

“We can say we had a fight, not unusual. Follow me” you started walking, Cassian following behind, and went upstairs to your room. You opened the door and gestured inside “After you” you said dramatically.

“You waste your talent in acting”

“I am a specialist in undercover missions if you recall”

“Right” he placed his bag on the cot and took a better look at your room. You saw his gaze stopping at the sight of your library, “You’re a bookworm”

“You don’t say. With such observation skills no doubt why you became a spy. Now, if you don’t mind, we have a plan to set”

You both went downstairs and sat around the table. Your brother who had contacted Jyn had a full history of the suspects.

“So what do you know?”

“Four suspects, males” Cassian placed pictures in front of you, “The first one is named John Garcia. Origins from Spain but grew up in America. I was sent after him two months ago but found no proof that he is involved in illegal actions”

“The second one” your brother continued, “Is John Smith. Has been accused of tax fraud but got away with it god knows how. Despite that, he has a respected profile in society”

“The third one is Adam Smith, John’s brother. He was also accused of it and they both are successful businessmen” you continued.

“And we have the last and main suspect, Alexander Wright. He is the leader of another organization named “Rise”. We destroyed it two years ago but he got away, along with his beliefs for a better world” Cassian leaned back and crossed his hands against his chest. “If you know anything about him, this would be the best time to say it”

“I have said everything I know to the chief hence the information we’ve got in our hands” you gritted your teeth. Why couldn’t he stop asking?

“I don’t doubt it, I am just saying that you could at least tell us where you know him from” he replied more aggressively this time.

“Why can’t you just drop it?”

“Because you clearly know something more but refuse to tell us!”

“Maybe because it’s none of your business?”

“It is my business from the moment that thousands of lives depend on us!”

“Oh, so you’re now saying that I am selfish” you yelled and he did too, “Even if you aren’t, you act like it! How can I trust you if I know that you’re hiding something?”

“You don’t trust me” the realization hit harder than you’d expected.

“It’s not-” he sighed. “You don’t trust me with this. And trust goes both ways”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I do trust you” the admission came out forced but it was true.

“Then act like it”

“We actually found this” your brother tried to change the subject and handed you a paper.

“Annual ball? Who does that in the 21st century?” you read the invitation.

“Apparently it is a nice cover for some dirty business. We hacked into John’s e-mail and found that he had sent a message to the other three”

“I guess we’ll have to find out ourselves”

“Exactly. These are your invitations, without them you’re not allowed to enter. The ball is in one week but until then we have something else to do”

“What?” you asked not taking your eyes off the paper in front of you.

“I have to make my name known,” Cassian said skeptically. “Is there any event this week?”

“Uh, the art exhibition on the main square, the celebration of the town’s foundation, and this ball”

“That will do”

“Are we done here?” you asked already tired of this. All of this.

“I guess so. What do you say about going out like we used to? Catch up with what we’ve missed?” your brother turned to Cassian who thankfully agreed. You weren’t ready to talk with him yet.

Even though you tried not to show it your last fight had hurt you more than you could’ve imagined. It’s just that although you and Cassian were never close, there was always trust between you.

You spent the next hours in your room reading and when the sun fall you ate alone and went to sleep.

It was only a couple of hours later, your mind refusing to let you sleep that you heard the door opening and closing again, a few footsteps, and the cricking sound of the cot.

“Are you awake?” Cassian whispered.

“Yes,” you replied.

A few seconds passed before he spoke again “Why are we doing this?” he asked softly. You knew what he meant.

“I don’t know” A few more seconds passed, “Honestly, I don’t know” you closed your eyes and this time sleep came.

Part 3

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Α/Ν: Alright, this chapter sucks, I know it and I am so sorry but it was 23.00 and I had to post it so please forgive me, I promise the next one is better.

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[torreshalstead]

Your eyes in my life - Chapter 10

Summary - The night of Kim’s final layover as a flight attendant ended with a one night stand with a stranger she met across a bar.

6 years later, that same stranger walked into the 21st District and was assigned as her new Rookie and her life was thrown upside down. She hadn’t seen Adam since that night in LA. But she saw his eyes every day. In the eyes of their daughter.

Chapters - 10/?

Chapter Summary - It’s time for the raid with Intelligence and Kim is eager to prove herself.

Notes - Sorry for the cliffhanger!! But I’ll be back next week and we pick up exactly where we left off! Hope you enjoyed! AO3 Link

Kim was just as excited as Adam to be a part of the Intelligence raid that evening. Being a training officer was something she was thoroughly enjoying, getting to share her love for her city and her job to new members of staff was incredibly rewarding, but she didn’t want to stop there. She wanted to be a part of the elite unit. And getting volunteered to be a part of it, no matter how fleeting that would be, was something she was very proud of. Trudy thought she had what it took and she was not going to let her down.

‘Ready?’ Erin asked as the two women pulled on their blackout gear in the locker room.

‘Never more so,’ Kim smiled, tightening the straps of the vest.

‘Get the sitter to stay late?’ Erin asked as she sat on the bench opposite Kim lacing up her boots.

‘Kevin’s looking after her tonight, she’s very excited, Jordan’s going to show her some kind of marshmallow dessert,’ Kim chuckled.

‘So you’re going to go home to her all hopped up on sugar,’ Erin laughed.

‘Yep, pretty much!’ It was nice to be able to talk freely about Annabelle. There were only a couple of people in the district who knew she even existed, it wasn’t something Kim purposely kept under wraps but also wasn’t something she advertised. She had already seen the way she was treated differently because she was a woman on the force, and she knew that would only increase if people found out she was a mother. Like looking after a child somehow negated the abilities she had as a cop. It was ridiculous but unfortunately that was the way of things, at least currently.

Erin and Kim had been close since Kim had returned from her maternity leave, they had needed someone to go undercover with Erin at a nightclub and as she was the only woman upstairs, Kim had volunteered to assist. It had been her first taste of the sort of cases Intelligence took on and it had wet her appetite for the role. Kim had trusted Erin so had opened up to her about having a baby at home and now Annabelle called her Auntie Erin and Kim was happy to have another woman in her life, one who understood the pressures of the job, even if she didn’t equally understand the responsibilities of motherhood.

Kevin was the other, apart from Trudy obviously, who knew about Annabelle. He had his own complicated home life raising his younger brother and sister and had become Uncle Kevin to Annabelle as soon as he had met her. He could always be relied on to happily babysit if Kim had to pull a double and work late, and she would return the favour as often as she could. The kids loved each other and Kim was forever thankful that she had been able to grow her tiny family just a bit larger with their inclusion.

However neither knew that her new rookie was Annabelle’s father. They knew that her existence was a result of a one night stand, Kim had drunk a little too much tequila one night and had openly admitted that. But that was all they knew. Until Adam had walked into the district, she had never thought that there was any more that they needed to know. But now she knew the truth was close to coming out, she just had to find the best way to let everyone involved know. Let Adam know he had a child, let Annabelle know that her father could be back in her life, and then reveal it to her friends, if they saw Annabelle and Adam in the same room then it would be glaringly obvious.

Annabelle took after Kim with the majority of her traits, meaning that even the people who knew both Annabelle and Adam, wouldn’t piece it together immediately, but if you saw them together, in the same place at the same time, it was their eyes. They had the same eyes, it was undeniable. And Kim loved those eyes.

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Kim and Adam, along with the Intelligence squad got into position outside the warehouse, their target location. The briefing at the district had been thorough. This was a big task, but it was going to be a big bust if they could get the guys inside. The dope they were flogging on the street was killing people, killing kids, and it needed to be stopped. Sergeant Voight had made that crystal clear.

They were going to be split into three teams, Kim and Adam were with Halstead, Erin and Olinsky and then Voight was paired with Antonio. There were three entrances; on the north, south and west side of the building. Lucky for them, the east side of the building was solid stone, unless those inside wanted to risk blowing up their stash to put a hole in the wall, they would be able to cover all the exits.

As the night was drawing in, their blackout gear would allow them to sneak into the building, hopefully unnoticed. Coming in from all sides would allow them to force the occupants into the central room of the warehouse and box them in. The goal was to bring them all in, uninjured if possible but the recognisance had shown that they were armed. So they were prepared for a gunfight.

Halstead, Antonio and Erin all had long guns, the rest were going in with their standard issue sidearms. They wanted to show force and numbers but without instigating a high level of fear. As Halstead had explained at the briefing, that would be more likely to lead to fatalities, something which they wanted to avoid. The working theory was these guys were not the top of the chain, they hoped to be able to flip at least one of them on whoever was in charge. If they were dead, they couldn’t do that.

Kim stood in between Jay and Adam, she could feel the blood rushing in her head, the pressure was high. But this was part of the job, these high pressure situations, high risk, high reward. That’s what the Intelligence unit was used to. And if Kim wanted to be assigned there permanently one day, she would have to get used to it too.

Voight gave the call on the radio to breach. It was happening now.

Halstead opened the door, he entered first, Kim following close behind, her left hand on his shoulder, her right holding her gun. She felt Adam’s hand on her shoulder as he was the final one through the door.

They cleared the first room, it was empty, silent. They stayed as quiet as possible, stalking through the room, scanning every corner, being prepared for any eventuality. Pausing at the entrance to the next room, Halstead looked behind, making eye contact with them both, who gave a quick nod in return. He was just checking they were both with him, ready for whatever was through this door. They knew from the blueprints that this was the hub, the main location for the production and where they expected to meet resistance.

The next call came through the radio, Voight’s gravelly voice telling them to breach again.

It all happened so fast, Halstead was through the door, announcing their office and telling them to put their hands in the air. The voices from the Intelligence unit were loud, repeating their statement, guns pointed at the various occupants of the room. A second later, the bullets started flying. They all dove for cover, Kim went left, Adam and Jay went right. She was behind some barrels, the cover was good. She could hear the bullets hitting them but they weren’t getting through, she was safe. Looking across she spotted that the other two were crouching behind some shelves, their contents providing them an equally good cover. The yelling didn’t stop, calls of CPD, Police, drop your weapons, but this did nothing to halt the fire. The yells and the sound of gunfire echoing off every surface in the room, the cacophony of noise on a level that Kim had never heard before.

Jay was the first to pop up, aim a couple of shots and then crouch again. Adam followed his lead, the bullets being aimed in the direction of the assailants. Kim was next, popping up from her hiding place and emptying her clip. She spotted one of the taller assailants drop to the ground, at least one of her shots had found their intended targets. As she began to return to her hiding spot, it was like time stopped. Slowed right down.

Kim heard the gunshot first, felt herself get knocked down before she had quite pieced together what had happened. A gunshot, pressure on her stomach, the cold ground beneath her. There was a strange warmth stretching across her stomach, it was almost comforting, the warmth against the cold. And that was the last thing she felt as the world went dark.

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[koolkat9]

👀

AU Ask Game

GerEng + Peter Farm AU!

So basically. Arthur's mum dies a year or two before the main events of the au. So Arthur agrees to take custody of his 4/5 year old half brother Peter. That could probably be it's own au but I'm not going to get into the whole messiness of Arthur learning to be a dad. But just know Sufin were Peter's foster parents and Arthur actually became really good friends with them so Peter still gets to see them.

Anyway, a year or two later, Arthur learns that his estranged father has died and has given Arthur his farm. Arthur, who has just lost his job decides to accept the inheritance and perhaps give Peter a better life outside of the city.

The farm comes with two farm hands: Ludwig and his older brother Gilbert. Gilbert is friendly and a hard work and a huge help to getting Arthur settled in. But Ludwig is intimidating, keeps to himself, kind of cold which off puts Arthur. He's a hard worker though, built for manual labour so he can't complain.

Peter is actually the one to approach Ludwig first. Because yes, Ludwig is big and kind of scary, but so was Berwald and he turned out to be one of the sweetest men Peter had ever met. He was just a little socially awkward and maybe it's the same thing with Ludwig. So he sneaks off and starts following Ludwig around the farm, chatting with him. At first Ludwig doesn't know how to reply, but when they start talking about animals and tractors Ludwig finally comes out of his shell.

Peter babbles all about his time with Ludwig to Arthur who's kind of confused. Turns out Ludwig just isn't great with communicating with new people. He and Arthur eventually come to an understanding and develop a friendship.

And eventually a bit more than that. Arthur finds himself with a massive crush on Ludwig. He can't stop watching him work (staring at his muscles), gets flustered when Ludwig compliments him, dreams of kissing him, etc.

Some lovely gay moments I've brainstormed with the GerEng server:

Ludwig taking his shirt off on a hot day thinking he's alone, but Arthur is right there and sees it all.

Arthur us super pale and the sun is his enemy so the first summer on the farm, he gets burnt to a crisp. He refuses to put anything on the burn until Ludwig is like: "Fine I'll put it on you myself." And Arthur challenges him like "Do it." Cue them being in very close quarters, Ludwig's hands on Arthur's bare skin. At least the sunburn hides Arthur's blush. Both are having a gay meltdown. It's so deliciously awkward.

There is a storm forcing Ludwig to stay with Arthur and Peter. Once Peter is asleep on the couch, finally able to relax after the thunder kept spooking him, Arthur and Ludwig sit near the fire place (one of the only sources of light because the power has gone out). They chat for a bit and end up cuddling, and holding hands a bit. A wordless confession from both parties.

Arthur getting sick and can't be out of bed. Peter immediately runs to the German bros (specifically Ludwig for help). Ludwig taking initiative to take care of Arthur. Gilbert knowing that Ludwig actually just wants and excuse to pamper and dote on Arthur teases him a bit but lets him go. Peter and Lud making soup for Arthur together. Ludwig making sure Arthur stays in bed and also caring for Peter.

Arthur feels so guilty because this is way above Lud's pay grade. But it's also kind of nice to be fretted over and cared for by his crush.

Peter trying to getting GerEng together:

Peter: Do you like my brother?

Ludwig: (blushing) Uh.. W-Well... Of course. He's my boss and--

Peter: Not like that. Like do you like him like him?

Ludwig: N-No (blushes even more)

Peter: Because I like you. I'd be happy if you marry him. He needs someone like you.

Moving past the romance to other plot points. Arthur being way in over his head, not realizing how unprepared he is for farming. There's some money troubles. And Arthur is so terrified and stressed because he needs to care for Peter, Peter is his priority, but he's struggling to provide.

But don't worry, it ends happily. Ludwig and Arthur get married. Arthur finds his footing running a farm and it's all good.

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