#But a lot of the arguments surrounding him are tiring and concerning

[blackflash9]

While I appreciate and admire Haytham Kenway as a character, his actions have caused long-term, irreparable damage to the perception of the Assassins within the community, tainting their intentions, goals, and the overall messaging of their eternal war with the Templars.

(And I certainly intend to eventually break down how the Colonial Rite in AC3 is NOT what it appears to be...)

But back to Haytham:

It's crucial to highlight that a majority of Haytham's arguments are fundamentally fatalistic at best and utterly cynical at worst. Unlike the other paranoid and obsessive members of his order, Haytham represents another reason the Templars have endured for so long.

Just as George Washington, Sam Adams, and the rest of the Founding Fathers symbolized a prelude to America's two-faced nature in both domestic and (eventually) global affairs, Haytham and his rite also served as a precursor to a lot of the tactics and machinations that future power-seeking populists in the nation would use to prey on people's misfortunes and desires for profit or manipulation. ['Public Execution' Transcript]

Thomas Hickey: "How should I know? The Templars. Lee. The big man, Haytham. They 'as the money. They 'as the power. That's the reason I threw in with 'em. That's the ONLY reason. Sure, they 'ave some sort of vision, for the future too. I didn't give a damn about any of that. They can sing their songs about mankind and its troubles. They can make their plans and spring their traps, don't bother me none. They paid me so I said yes. Didn't bother to ask who or how or why. Didn't care." What is more: He is a complete hypocrite. Within the same rooftop scene, Haytham notably criticizes the Founding Fathers for using evasive rhetoric and "pretty words," yet are the Templars also not guilty of the same, only more effectively? He proclaims to not "feign affection," but does exactly that in a fruitless final attempt to sway Connor with the reveal of Washington burning his village.

(And that's not even getting into his other morally reprehensive acts.)

It is evidently clear that the narrative subtly indicates that Haytham is in the wrong, but due to his portrayal being that of a slightly charming figure, his authoritarian nature and fascist tendencies are swept under the surface with him being often falsely perceived as a sort of moral paragon or righteous figure in the eyes of many.

And It concerns me how people unironically fall for this rhetoric. For a brief moment, we see Haytham's "mask" slip completely when he nearly chokes Connor to death while monologuing revealing his most veritable self as this utterly sadistic and unhinged Templar like we've seen in the series up until that point. At the core: Haytham is less of a representative of Templar righteousness as he completely embodies the sheer allure and convincing nature of the Templar philosophy, highlighting its appeal to many despite its fundamental flaws.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Treasure's Tea Session (Part 1)

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged. This is my interpretation of the cards and energy I work with.

Okay, big group, so going to do the first 5 members first and then do the others in the next.

Hyunsuk

This dude seems to be all about business or just stands up on business. I say he may be the company favorite or the cash cow in a sense. I see him having a strong ego and having a lot of confidence in himself and what he is capable of doing.

I don't really see him being all that bothered about the industry. He seems overall stable and has a lot of mental strength to handle the industry. With this amount of pentacles he gave me. He takes his work seriously.

He probably mind's his business and sticks to his work and mostly focuses on that. I don't really see him doing anything crazy or wild. He could be highly confined and controlled by the company. Like they keep him busy, so he can't really do much but work. He is like a work horse for them.

I see lots of fighting, arguments, competition around him, but he seems kind of removed from that. It could be the other members trying to compete with another. Or maybe compete for his spot as the favorite so to say. I just see him not wanting to get involved in the drama and competition. He just goes about his business and sticks to his work.

Jihoon

His is a bit more confusing. I can see sex favors for him, but not picking up on that strongly, that is a possibility. I can see this strong desire to expand and grow as a group. I think I did pick up on this in his perspective reading. I see him wanting more global success, or just be out there more. He just feels stuck. I see him wanting to strongly venture out and try new and exciting things, but things are just stagnant, and he has to stay where he is at, which can be frustrating for him.

It is like he may do all the work. He does what he is told, but he is tired of the backroom deals, not sure why that came up. There is some connection he is in that could be secretive, or he is sleeping with the enemy, is that an actual person, or the company. Now, I am getting in bed with the wrong people. I don't know what this means, just the messenger.

I am not sure he really trusts the people he is surrounded with or the people he is connected to. He may act friendly towards them and they may act friendly towards him, but all are manipulative and are sneaky and withhold lots of information. So, many people around him pretend to be his friend, but they have ulterior motives.

Yoshi

I wonder if he wanted to leave or threaten to leave at some point. It seems he is someone who follows their own path and prefers to do things on their own. He is an independent thinker and doesn't really follow the masses or what has been done.

I see him as someone who has strong morals and makes decisions rationally. I don't think they can catch him slipping up. He doesn't seem like the type to engage in their tactics. He just seems to stick to himself. And he seems to make the best decisions for himself that are right for him.

I see him being a very authentic, energetic, warm person. I also see he is showing the company likes to hide them, or not allow him to shine and show his talents and creativity. They kind of like to keep them contained and hidden. But also keep them childlike and dependent on them.

I see he is showing the company can be manipulative and push the members to fight and compete for things. Or they orchestrate a lot of what is going on and they don't have much say, or can't share their concerns too much, as the higher ups feel they know best. I do see him wanting to spread his wings and be on his own.

Junkyu

His energy is a bit more intense than the others. He is a fighter and can be pretty aggressive. He may be one of the members who strongly competes with the others. I see him being pretty defensive and heard defiant. He struggles to back down, but also, he is someone who likes to remain on top. I just hear, it is a trauma response, not sure what he faced, but that could be why.

I see him being strongly passionate and just always feels he has to compete, or he is in fighter mode. It is like fight to the death mode here. I see some sort of transformation or ending happening with him. Maybe him learning to let go of this resistance and this need to claw his way to the top. There was like some sort of ego death, and something shifted in him to change.

I see him getting more intuned with his emotions, or just overall feeling very overwhelmed emotionally. Maybe breaking down and not being able to withhold this strong stance he has had in the past. I can see a softer side coming out of him throughout all this. I don't know, but that shift was weird. It is like he starts off very aggressive but then starts to soften and become more sensitive and emotional and open to others. That was weird that I was shown this shift, but okay. This doesn't feel like tea, but his life progression, but I take what I get.

Jaehyuk

Omg, this dude is all about money, money, money. He thinks about how to get any opportunity he can get. To get the fame and recognition to get it. He seems very prideful and wants a lot of success.

That is really all I see here. All I see for him is I want fame and money. That is all I get from him. I do see he is very disappointed in how things turned out and it not going the way he wanted. He may have had high hopes for being in Treasure. That it would give him fame and money, but it hasn't lived up to that.

I tried to pull more cards for anything else, but these other cards are just him trying to make things happen and to create the life he wants. To him it is I need success, money, fame and to create an abundant life for himself. That is where his headspace is. That is all the tea I can get from him.

Okay, I like doing them so far. Their energy is pretty light and easy to read. I don't see much craziness with them so far compared to others, but I did find what they had to say pretty interesting.

[scarlettoceaneyes]

Hi, I had the ask about Jasper. So i was wondering if you could write something along the lines where the reader is human but like a little sister to the pack (maybe said reader grew up with the pack? Just a thought) and she really connects with Jasper, but after a fight with Jasper the pack wants to help fix things bc they see their friend so heart broken. So they hunt him down and make the 2 basically work it out. Basically angst then fluff haha

If you need more clarification or detail please let me know. You can feel free to deny the request too if you can't get anything goingg

I have had my meds, but this has been sitting in my request. I wanted to send it away. If it doesn't make sense just excuse me. Hope you love it!

Fears~ Jasper x Reader

Laughing at the cute pale guy in front of you on your shift at the hospital, you feel happier than you had in years. Jasper and you met while you were on the clock as a nurse. Forks Hospital was one of the closest hospitals outside of the bigger cities. Dr. Carlisle was so busy with the influx of patients needing emergency or urgent care that he hired you as his personal nurse. The position makes charting and caring for patients more efficient. It didn’t take long for you to question why your boss and his adopted family looked so different yet the same. Eventually, Jasper asked you out on a date. He had flirted with you for weeks before but was too shy to ask the true question even knowing your feelings towards him. You found out about the vampires and the tribe shifters. Speaking of the shifters, you lived in La Push. You were able to hide the scent of the vampires due to the pack knowing you work with Dr. Cullen. Outside of your shifts, Jasper texted and emailed you knowing that calling would raise red flags to the pack. 

You grew up with Seth and Leah as their adopted cousin of sorts. Your mom died years ago and your father is on active duty in the Navy. He spent most of your life on duty, so you spent your life on the reservation. Sue might be more comfortable with the idea of Jasper, but you weren’t comfortable telling her. Jasper wanted to bring you to meet his family but you were scared. You were scared of confrontation with the pack and the coven of vampires. Scared that fighting would break out and someone would get hurt or even die. Terrified of losing the only man you’ve ever truly loved outside of your family, even if the feelings developed quickly.  The feelings and emotions, along with the constant vampire/pack problems reguarding the surrounding areas, were enough to strain any relationship.

You found yourself standing in the parking lot of the hospital arguing with Jasper again this week. The rain was soaking you to the bone, but that was not a concern for you right now. One train of thought was Jasper wanted you to get in the car to warm up. He was concerned with your safety, including your health, but the other concern was how you didn’t want the two families to meet. You were scared the pack would tear the vampires apart out of rage since you were basically sneaking around. Jasper wanted Carlisle to talk to Sam first leader to leader. This same argument has been happening for a couple of weeks. Your heart was broken and you couldn’t take much more. Jasper felt this, but he was too caught up in his own emotions to control or cater to yours. You left that parking lot in the thunderstorm, soaked through your clothes and newly single. At this point, you were tired of Jasper bringing up the same fight knowing the danger, and you were tired of the constant argument. After only knowing each other a few weeks, you weren’t sure if the fights were worth the relationship. Today they weren’t.

Weeks Later

Jasper called, texted, and called Sue repeatedly without an answer. He was getting incredibly restless worrying about you. The only solace he held onto was that you were sick with the flu and strep from that night fighting in the storm. The worst part was that Jasper was unable to get to you. Glad that you did have Sue who was more than capable of looking after you, Carlisle was given updates when Sue reported on your health. You needed several weeks off work, but Carlisle was able to send along antibiotics with Sue and a message from Jasper. The letter was left unopened while you continued to heal, but your heart didn’t.

The pack was worried at this point because their little sister was miserable. The physical sickness had cleared while the emotional anguish stayed. Unbeknownst to you, Jasper sought out Sam with Sue’s help. Sue might have been part of the tribe, but you were suffering without your mate. As most new loves go- there are good and bad times, but if it’s meant to be it will work out. There was no need for an argument anymore as the pack willingly met Jasper. A bonfire was held for both parties to get to know each other with acceptance on your behalf from the council for vampires to enter the land. Jasper worked every day to communicate and compromise with both families. You both had arguments still, like Jasper’s speeding ticket from not paying attention. Instead, he was smiling at you and singing to the Beach Boys. Arguments kinda became a communication style, but never in a thunderstorm again.

[bunny7567]

I got you - chapter 11

Pairing: Rex x Jedi!ofc

Word count: 5.5k Tags/Warnings: mentions of masturbation; mentions of injury; we're slowly getting somewhere; very slowly; tipsy Rex; angst; this chapter is set right after ARC Troopers and before The Zillo Beast; the timeline is now my bitch; Kix is disappointed; am I sorry about the ending? not one bit, I love angst;

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vod - brother vode - brothers mesh'la - beautiful di'kut - idiot jetii - jedi

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The battle of Kamino had finally ended and Lexie was outside on a balcony, leaning against the railing and staring at the endless ocean that surrounded Tipoca City. She was tired and the fresh burn left by Ventress’ lightsaber on her left arm was starting to really hurt. She should go find Kix and have it looked at but for some reason she felt like she couldn’t move.

The fight had been harrowing. While Obi-Wan was looking for Grievous and Anakin was occupied with Ventress, Lexie had stayed in the main hangar, trying to keep the main droid forces at bay. So many troopers had been killed around her and she could not shake that cold feeling of death. Frustration was rising inside of her, she had been able to tune it out lately, to focus on the missions, but during this battle it had almost frozen her in place on multiple instances. Sometimes she really hated her Force-sensitivity.

She didn’t know how long she had been standing there, just staring at the water, at the way it moved and crashed into the stilts supporting the domed structures of the city. It always calmed her down, the fluid movements, the sounds it made. Thunder rumbled in the distance, it appeared like a storm was approaching. She closed her eyes and focused on the sound of the waves for a while, before sensing a friendly presence behind her.

“Hi, Echo”, she said without turning to look, as she heard the door slide open and footsteps approaching.

 “Damn Jetii”, Echo said with a chuckle as he came and leaned against the railing next to her.

“Rude”, she said with a small laugh, softly hitting his arm with the back of her hand.

Echo turned his head to look at her and noticed the burn, his smile fading from his lips. “That looks bad. Kix is not gonna be happy if he finds you just sitting around with that kind of injury”.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I was on my way to the medbay, but I just wanted to look at the water for a little bit”, she said.

“Are you alright?”, he asked her, picking up on her gloomy mood.

Lexie considered the question. Was she alright? She’d had so much on her mind these past couple of weeks, so many conflicting emotions. Ever since Saleucami, al’Prani’s voice had forcefully returned to her mind, berating her for allowing herself to fall in love, and with the Captain of her battalion nonetheless. The dreams she’d been having about him, the fantasies she conjured when touching herself, it was beyond inappropriate. She felt like a disgrace to the Jedi Order.

And the battle today? She couldn’t even understand what they were really protecting. All the men that had died around her… and for what? For the Kaminoans to keep producing more of them, more sentient beings that would just go on to die as well, with no choice in the matter, no other possibilities, not actual future? But yet it wasn’t that simple and she knew it. What was the alternative, let the Separatists win?

“Lex?”, Echo brought her attention back to him. He looked at her with a concerned expression.

“A lot of men died today”, she managed to say.

She felt the energy shift around his Force signature as he took her words in. “Yeah… we lost some good soldiers”, he said quietly.

Lexie clenched her jaw at the word “soldiers”, indignation and sadness bubbling inside her mind, but did not say anything. They were soldiers after all, and they were proud of it. No point in starting an argument. She could barely make sense of her thoughts as it was, she doubted she could explain them without sounding like she was criticizing their entire existence.

“Where’s your twin?”, she decided to change the subject.

Echo let out a sound between a laugh and a snort. “Still don’t understand why you call us that”

“I don’t know, you just give me twins vibes. It’s the connection you two have. And you all call each other vode, you and Fives are just extra vode, so you know… twins?”, she tried to explain. Her brows furrowed as she reached the end of her sentence, it didn’t even make sense to her.

“Extra vode?”, Echo repeated with a laugh.

“I don’t know what I’m kriffin’ saying anymore. Don’t mind me I’m just tired”, she laughed. “So where is Fives?”

“We split up looking for you actually”.

“Everything okay?”, she asked, suddenly a little nervous.

“More than okay. We have some great news we wanted to share. But he made me promise to let him be the one to tell you. I did comm him when I saw you, he should be along soon”.

“Alright”, she chuckled, curious about this news of theirs. She absentmindedly leaned into him a little, forgetting about her injury, and winced at the contact with the plastoid of his armor.

“I could comm and tell him to meet us in the infirmary. You should really get that looked at”, he pointed at her burnt arm.

“I know, but I’d like to avoid the ‘you should’ve come straight to the medbay’ speech from Kix as long as possible”, she joked.

“That speech is gonna turn into a straight up scolding the longer you wait”, he warned with a chuckle.

Lexie rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, let’s go”.

“What was it like, growing up here?”, she asked as they walked down the pristine white corridors of Tipoca City.

“It was alright, I guess. Although we didn’t really do anything besides training and studying”. He paused for a few seconds, a rueful smile appearing on his lips. “I was… actually glad when we finally left”.

“Yeah?”, she prodded a little.

“Yeah… it was nice to have a change of scenery, to be on rock solid ground”, he chuckled. “To be honest, I kind of liked the barren landscape of the Rishi Moon. Probably was the only one who thought that”.

“Must’ve been pretty weird, spending the first what, 10 years of your life just staring at the ocean?”, she said.

“Well it didn’t seem weird then. We didn’t know anything else. But I do like the fact that we move around from world to world now. It’s nice to see all those different places”, he admitted.

“Oh, I bet Garronn was your favourite”, she teased.

“Yeah, especially the serpent”, he scoffed.

“So which is your favourite planet we’ve been on? Battles aside and everything”, Lexie asked after a silent moment.

Echo let out a hum as he considered her question. “I liked Erosh-4. The mountains were really beautiful. And the air really stuck out to me, it was so crisp”.

Her stomach turned a little at the mention of Erosh-4, but she tried to quickly move past it. “You’d really like Seccaya then. The entire planet is covered by mountains and the air is so clean and fresh everywhere, even in the Capital”.

“Seccaya, that’s your homeworld isn’t it?”, he asked.

“Yes”, she said a bit too curtly.

Echo took the hint and didn’t press any longer. They were almost at the door that lead to the medbay anyway.

Lexie briefly stopped a few steps from it. “What are the chances Kix isn’t in there and I could get some random medic I don’t know to patch me up?”, she asked jokingly.

“Very slim”, Echo chuckled. “You know he barely leaves the medbay for like a full rotation after a battle like this”.

She pressed the control panel outside the door and stepped into the large medbay, feeling her stomach twist at the sight that awaited her. The beds were full of troopers with various injuries while clone medics and med droids were running around between them. She always hated going into the medbay after a battle, seeing the aftermath, sensing the pain the men were in. She shivered trying her hardest to tune out the emotions she was picking up though the Force.

Lexie quickly scanned the room, eyes landing on Kix. He was near an examination table at the back of the medbay, giving instructions to a droid. He looked towards the door and as he saw her, an irritated expression appeared across his face. He knew she didn’t come into the medbay unless she was either injured or checking in on one of them, and thankfully, this time, no one from their little group was hurt during the battle. The irritation seemed to only grow as she got closer and his eyes landed on her injured arm.

“The battle ended three hours ago, Lexie, why the hell did you wait so long to come see me?”, he said, not even attempting to mask the anger in his tone.

Three hours? She had not realised she’d been on that balcony for so long.

“I lost track of time?”, she said with an innocent voice.

“You or'dinii”, he mumbled under his breath as he turned and motioned for her to follow him to an examination table.

“What did he call me?”, she asked Echo.

“A complete lunatic”, he answered with amusement.

“Fair”, she said as she followed the medic.

“There you two are”, Fives exclaimed as he walked into the medbay, quickly heading towards where Lexie was sat.

Kix had finished cleaning the wound, and had also finished his speech about her carelessness, and was now placing a bacta patch over it, while Echo was stood next to the examination table.

“You haven’t told her yet, have you?”, Fives asked Echo.

“No, I did say I’d let you”, Echo said.

“Lex we have some really great news. You’re sitting down, good”, Fives said turning to face her, making her roll her eyes and chuckle at his theatrics. “Echo and I have been promoted to ARC troopers”.

“Wait, really?”, Kix asked.

“Yes. Rex and Commander Cody told us after the battle finished”, Echo answered proudly.

“That is amazing, boys!”, Lexie said with a bright smile. “You deserve it”.

She quickly got up and hugged them. She really was happy for them, they were skilled soldiers and she was glad they were getting the recognition they deserved. She also knew how much Fives had wanted it, having mentioned his goal to her on more than one occasion.

Kix congratulated both men before leaving to deal with another injured trooper. The three of them walked out of the medbay, heading for the mess hall.

“We need to celebrate at the 79s the moment we land on Coruscant”, Lexie exclaimed.

“Absolutely!”, Fives agreed.

“After our training maybe”, Echo interjected.

“What do you mean?”, Lexie asked with a slight frown.

“We’re staying on Kamino for the ARC training. It’s gonna be six standard weeks before we rejoin you and the 501st”, he explained.

“Oh”. Lexie felt a bit stupid, she should’ve thought of that, of course they had to receive specialised training, it wasn’t just a change of rank.

“You gonna miss me mesh’la?”, Fives asked, swinging an arm across her shoulders.

“I’m gonna miss both of you”, she said after rolling her eyes at Fives. However, she didn’t push his arm away.

She really should put a stop to this. Fives was a lot bolder now, after that night at the 79s and the encouragement he’d received from her while they were dancing together. He started calling her mesh’la again, but never when Rex was within earshot, and he’d become friendlier in his touches, swinging his arm around her like he’d just done or sliding closer and pressing his leg into hers when they were sat at the table in the mess or on the couches in the clones’ break room.

It wasn’t appropriate but Lexie did enjoy it, as it had been too long since she’d had a hook-up, so it was nice to feel wanted. She wasn’t gonna let it go too far though, it was just a little fun, right?

Once in the mess hall, Lexie’s eyes quickly scanned the large room, looking for Rex. Disappointment filled her mind as she found him sat at a table between Cody and Jesse. She liked sitting next to him, it was something she looked forward to every time she had her meals with the men. But sitting opposite him wasn’t the worst she supposed, she could actually look at him properly that way, admire his kind eyes and handsome face.

Fives quickly removed his arm from around her shoulders and walked towards the table, sitting down opposite the Captain. Echo and Lexie joined him after getting some food for the three of them. Rex met her eyes immediately, giving her a kind smile, before his gaze lowered to the bacta patch on her arm.

“Are you alright?”, he asked with a concerned voice.

“Yeah, it’s just a scratch”, she waved his concerns off.

Hardcase soon joined them, dragging Kix after him, and the group fell into pleasant conversation that was carried late into the evening.

The cruiser did feel empty without Echo and Fives, Lexie had to admit it. She also had to admit how attached she had become to the clones, something that worried her, especially since she had started to really question the Code she was supposed to be following. Everything she’d been feeling lately only confused her.

The Jedi forbade attachments since they could lead to the Dark Side, but she couldn’t see it like that anymore. She had spent years trying her hardest to please her master, supressing her emotions, and detaching herself from the emotional connections she had to her family, only to be called a disappointment and be abandoned by him right at the start of a war. So why should she keep following his teachings?

Her friendships with the troopers gave her strength, and they had helped her push past insecurities, they had made her a good general. Her attachment to them could not be a bad thing. But none of the clones she called friends had died yet, what would happen if one of them did? Would that push her down a dark path? No. She could protect them; she will protect them.

And then there was Rex. Her attachment to him was stronger than anything she’d ever experienced before. She loved him, there was little doubt of that now, and that was a problem. Her desire for him was beginning to distract her. She could barely focus during briefings that he attended, her gaze always finding its way to him, trailing up and down his body, picturing the way he would make her his in her dreams. And if he met her eyes, Maker, she felt like she could just melt. But then shame would engulf her mind and it would feel so strong she could barely hear anything going on around her.

Rex was her friend, but that was all he was. He had not given her any indication that he cared about her in any other way than as a friend. And even if he did, they couldn’t be together. He was a clone trooper, he had a duty to the Republic. No, he was technically propriety of the Republic, they weren’t allowed to be romantically involved with anyone.

Her head was hurting as it jumped around all these conflicting thoughts, so she was glad to finally be back on Coruscant, even if it was for only one rotation. The battalion had been rerouted to a siege to the Mid Rim planet of Dore’e as soon as they departed from Kamino, a siege that was predicted to last two standard weeks, which then turned into almost five.

They wouldn’t even be back on Coruscant if they didn’t desperately need to resupply the cruiser, as the 501st was needed on Malastare. But their short supply run was definitely welcome. The men were pent up and could not wait to go to the 79s to blow off some steam.

 Lexie could also not wait to go to a bar somewhere, possibly find someone to hook-up with, take her mind off of everything for a while. It had been so long since she had sex, maybe what she was feeling for Rex wasn’t actually love and just a result of that, and she could dissipate the tension with a random one-night stand. Was certainly worth a try, she’d do anything to get him out of her mind.

“General Khalla”, Admiral Yularen’s voice stopped her before she could board the shuttle that would take her from the Resolute down to the surface.

“Yes, Admiral?”, she answered, really hoping this wasn’t about what she thought it was about.

“I was looking for your last four mission reports and I seem to be unable to locate them. Have they been filed properly?”, he asked sternly.

For kriff’s sake, I was so close. “Umm… I definitely filed them. Maybe there’s been a technical issue? I’ll have to check when I get to the base”, she lied.

The look he gave her let her know he did not believe her. He knew she had not even written them.

“Hopefully you can remedy any technical issue that has caused their displacement. I would like to see those reports tomorrow”, he told her with a pointed look.

“Of course, Admiral”. There goes my night out.

As she boarded the shuttle she locked eyes with Anakin, who had watched her conversation with the Admiral with a smirk on his face. Rex was right next to him, but still had his helmet on so Lexie wasn’t sure if he was watching her or not. She’d been avoiding him these past couple of days, worried she’d been too clingy during the siege, spending most of her time by his side.

“Zip it, Skywalker”, she told her friend with a chuckle.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything”, he said and Lexie have him a look. “But it does remind me awfully much of all the times you tried to skip on your Jedi texts studies. Do you remember that lecture you received from Madame Jocasta when she finally caught you?”, he continued with a laugh.

“Don’t remind me”, she said with a laugh of her own. From the corner of her eye she caught the slight tilt of the Captain’s helmet. He was listening after all. “So what are your plans for your night off?”, she asked her fellow Jedi.

“I should probably check on Ahsoka’s progress”, he answered.

With all the battles that had come one right after the other, Lexie realised neither she nor Anakin had seen Ahsoka since departing for Saleucami, almost two standard months ago.

“Tell her I said hi. Don’t think I’m making it to the Temple tonight, with all the kriffin’ reports I have to write”, she said rolling her eyes.

Of course she was unable to start the reports as soon as she got to the base like she wanted, she had no actual motivation to do so after all. Instead, she procrastinated by hanging out with Kix, Jesse and Hardcase until they left for the 79s. Truthfully, she had been so close to saying ‘kriff it’ and joining them when they asked, especially when Kix mentioned that Rex was gonna meet them there, but she knew better than to get on the Admiral’s bad side… again.

With no more excuses left, she headed to her office and spent the next three harrowingly tedious hours on the first two reports she had to write. Maker, she hated bureaucracy.

Her chair was becoming too uncomfortable and she was bored to death. Lexie picked up the datapad and decided to finish the reports somewhere else. It was late, most of the men should be at the 79s or already in bed and she did like the couches in their common break room. If anyone was in there she could socialise, but at this hour she expected it to be empty.

And it was, with the exception of one Captain.

As she got close to the room she looked through the Force, checking if the room was unoccupied, and she felt his presence. She couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on her face. Lexie found Rex sat comfortably on one of the couches at the back of the room. He was laid back in his seat, legs spread a little, holding a bottle of ale in his left hand, and not wearing the upper part of his armor. She also noted that he was not wearing his gloves either. His head turned as he heard her footsteps approach.

“Hey you”, he said with a smile, cocking his head to a side. He seemed very relaxed and his eyes appeared a little unfocused. There was also a faint blush visible on the beautiful tan skin of his cheeks. The way he greeted her really surprised her. Is he drunk?

“Hi”, she replied with amusement. “I thought you went to the 79s”.

“I came back early. Wasn’t feeling it tonight”, he shrugged.

Lexie glanced at the programme he was watching on the holoscreen and had to stifle a laugh. The camera was following a pack of Alderaanian deer, while the voice-over was describing their eating habits. “Is that a nature documentary?”.

Rex picked up on the her slightly teasing tone and suddenly felt very self-conscious. “Uhh, yeah… I like watching them from time to time. Helps me relax”.

“That is actually so adorable”, Lexie said as she sat on the couch next to him. For some reason she found it extremely endearing. He, however, wasn’t so pleased; being “adorable” wasn’t exactly how he wanted her to think about him.

She angled her body so that she was facing him, her right leg tucked under her, knee rested on his thigh. She saw his grip tighten on the bottle. “Any more of those?”, she asked, pointing to the drink in his hand.

“Yes, of course”, he leaned forward, picking up a bottle from next to the couch and handing it to her. “Not sure where I put the opener…”, he mumbled as he looked around.

“Don’t need it, honey”, Lexie replied, using the Force to pop open the cap, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clink.

Rex let out an awkward laugh. He still loved it when she called him “honey”.

She leaned slightly, noticing the empty bottle of ale placed on the floor next to the couch. So the one he’s holding is his second, plus whatever he’s had at 79s.

“Are you… drunk, Captain?”, she asked with a sly grin, putting a little bit more emphasis on his rank.

“No… Well… I maybe had a bit more to drink than usual. But I’m not drunk”, he replied with a chuckle.

“So, just slightly drunk?”, she teased.

Rex tried to give her an annoyed look, but the smile did not leave his face.

“That’s definitely something you don’t see every day. I like it, you seem more relaxed”, Lexie continued, taking a sip from her ale and smirking at him. He shook his head in amusement.

It really was something unusual for Rex, he was generally more controlled when it came to alcohol, only having two, maybe three drinks during an outing. He preferred to keep a level head at all times.

But on this occasion there was some… pent up frustration he wanted to get rid of. And the cause of that frustration happened to be sat on the couch next to him.

Ever since the night he had slept in her bed, Rex had found it increasingly difficult to keep Lexie out of his thoughts. She appeared in his dreams and he would think about her constantly, even when it wasn’t appropriate to do so, like at night when he was alone in his room and his hand found itself stroking his hard member.

There was also the moment they shared in the barn on Saleucami, it had filled his mind with hope that maybe his feelings for her weren’t unrequited. Hope that had been momentarily crushed when he saw how close she was with Fives after the Battle of Kamino and how tightly she had hugged him when it was time for the 501st to depart, only to be reignited during the weeks of the siege on Dore’e.

Lexie had been by Rex’s side at all times, including during the night. She had slept on his shoulder on a few occasions actually, claiming it was more comfortable than sleeping on the ground. But then she had acted so indifferent towards him in the past two days and seemed to be avoiding him during their journey back to Coruscant. Safe to say Rex was confused by her behaviour and he was annoyed with himself for reading so much in what was probably just friendly gestures.

And so, tonight he had wanted to forget about everything, and had even planned on leaving the 79s with the cute Mikkian woman that had flirted with him from the moment he stepped into the club. But then the song that he and Lexie had slow danced to came on and he was no longer in the mood for a meaningless hook-up, so he left alone and returned to the base.

“Have you finished those reports?”, Rex changed the subject, meeting her eyes.

“Ugh no”, she groaned, swiping a hand over her face. “I have two left. Do you mind if I finish them here?”.

“I don’t mind, I can even help you if you want”, he replied, cringing internally at how eager he sounded.

“No, it’s fine. Keep watching your documentary. It’s your night off after all, Rex. No need for both of us to suffer”, she said with a chuckle while picking up her datapad from where she had placed it on the couch behind her.

Lexie started her third report, shifting in her seat after a while. Rex had laid his arm across the backrest of the couch and she decided to lean into his side. He was glad that her attention was focused on the datapad, because without it she might have heard how his breath caught in his throat. Maker, having her so close to him was driving him crazy. He was barely paying attention to the documentary anymore, being too entranced by her presence at his side and by the cute little noises of annoyance she would let out from time to time as she tried to go over the events of the mission and transcribe them in a proper military tone.

When she finally finished the third report, Lexie let out a deep breath and threw the datapad next to her on the couch. She felt so tired and decided to lay down, resting her head in Rex’s lap. She felt his body language stiffen for a moment and worried she’d crossed a line. Was this too intimate? Too forward of her?

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to remove the thigh gauntlets?”, he asked her, looking down at her face.

“Nah, it’s fine. Just need to rest a little before I start the last report”, she replied, slightly blushing.

He finished his ale and leaned forward over her in order to place the empty bottle on the floor. Lexie held her breath as his abdomen was millimetres from her face, feeling the heat of his core on her cheek. She suddenly became aware of how fast her heart was beating. As he laid back against the couch she looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Neither of them said anything, neither of them moved, they just looked into each other’s eyes.

Rex’s left hand slowly lifted from the backrest after a while, reaching for her face. His fingers softly traced down from her temple and over her cheek. The touch of his calloused fingers felt so gentle, and so electric at the same time. Lexie slightly tilted her head into his touch and closed her eyes. His fingers continued slowly moving along her jaw, reaching her chin and then softly tracing over her lips.

She lifted her head from his lap and got up, turning her body so that she was closer to him, her knees now under her. Rex took his hand away as she moved, fear engulfing his mind for a moment, before seeing that she was not pulling away, she was just trying to get closer.

His heartbeat was erratic as he shifted his body, leaning closer to her and lifting his hand back in order to cup her face. Her eyes were not leaving his, and being so close now he noticed the faint green at the edge of the brown irises. He thought she was stunning, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Mesh’la, can I kis-”.

Muffled laughter from outside the door interrupted his question. Anxiety soared inside both of them and Lexie jumped away from him, landing at the other end of the couch just as the door slid open, revealing Kix and Hardcase. Kix briefly caught her movement and his brows furrowed, noticing the blush on Rex’s face, paired with the anxiety in his eyes, and the similar panicked expression Lexie had on her face. His brother darted past him, unaware of the fact that they have definitely interrupted something.

“Rex, Lexie, you missed quite a night!”, Hardcase loudly exclaimed, slurring his words a little. He plopped himself on the couch between the Jedi and the Captain before continuing. “Jesse dared Vaughn to dance on the bar and the di’kut fell face first on the floor”, he managed to say between laughter.

“Yeah, what a shame I missed that”, Rex said with a forced chuckle. “Where is Jesse?”.

“He swooped in on that Mikkian woman after you left her high and dry, and they left together. Don’t think we’ll be seeing him until the morning”, Kix replied, coming to lean on the armrest of the couch next to Lexie.

“Don’t get why you just up and left, vod, looked like you were about to seal the deal”, Hardcase interjected, jabbing Rex in the ribs with his elbow.

Lexie’s eyes quickly snapped to Rex. The thought of him with another woman, even just briefly flirting, made her stomach turn.

“Just wasn’t feeling it”, Rex mumbled, hand nursing the side of his chest that Hardcase hit a little too hard.

Lexie quickly got up from the couch and grabbed her datapad.

“I still have one report to write, gonna finish it in my room. Goodnight boys”, she spewed out a bit too rapidly and hurried out the room before Rex had a chance to say anything. Her mind was racing, she desperately needed to get back to her quarters and be alone.

Rex got up from his seat as she left, and was now stood awkwardly staring at the door the General had basically run away through. Fear and shame were filling his mind. What the hell was he thinking? He had probably made her so uncomfortable and ruined their friendship. This is exactly why he didn’t like to drink. He had lost control, he had inappropriately touched her… he had called her mesh’la. Rex felt so angry with himself.

“You good, vod?”, Kix asked, looking at him with concern.

“Yeah. Fine.”, he replied dryly. “I’m gonna hit the sack. I suggest you two do the same”.

He left the room before his brothers could ask any more questions.

Back in the confinement of her room, Lexie paced around the small space, trying to make sense of what just happened. What almost happened. Did she understand him correctly? Did he want to kiss her? There is no way she misinterpreted that but had he actually meant it or was he just drunk? Was he just trying to find a replacement after striking out with that woman at the 79s and she just happened to be conveniently there?

No, that didn’t seem like Rex, she shouldn’t think that. It must have been the alcohol, there’s no way he would actually be interested in her. She knew him, he was a proud soldier, he respected the chain of command and military regulations, he wouldn’t allow himself to get attached to a superior officer. It was probably just the alcohol.

Her mind wondered back to what Hardcase had said. Why would he just leave the cantina? He didn’t strike her as the type of man who used a woman for some flirtatious banter to then turn and just leave her hanging once he got bored. But then again, she’d never seen him engage with other women and the more she thought about it the more nauseous she felt.

The image of him flirting with someone else made her heart sink, but she had to accept that of course it happened, he was an attractive man, he must have women throwing themselves at him constantly.

She had to stop thinking about it. It didn’t matter, at the end of the day. She didn't think he liked her, not in the same way she did anyway. She had to get a grip on herself, she was too attached to him. Lexie forced herself to focus on finishing her report then tried her hardest to get some sleep. But Rex would not leave her thoughts.  

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🔥🔥🔥 abt beavising butthead...share as many hot takes as you want i'd looooove to hear your thoughts and feelings :3

OH BOY OH BOY *cracks knuckles*

Obsession with which character has the "highest moral ground" is tired and unnecessary. Especially for a program like Beavis and Butt-Head. I've noticed a lot in cartoon fandoms there seems to be a focus some people have on which character is "evil and bad" and which is "pure and good". I don't know where this concern stems from, but it doesn't interest or make sense to me. Real people, and therefore fictional characters, are more complex than that. The fact that this argument surrounds young/child characters is even weirder for me, because I find that age is rife with bad behavior. Back to Beavis and Butt-Head though, while I do think a lot of fans are unfairly harsh in their perspective of him. I don't think Beavis is "morally higher" by any standard. They are both horrible teenage boys that find beating the shit out of each other entertaining because there is nothing else to do.

(speaking about the original series here, since I haven't completed the 2011 and 2022 revival yet) While I think the writing got way better and funnier in the later seasons, I kind of miss the "natural edginess" of the earlier "crude era". It has this messiness that I find super endearing. I can really see how the show got popular with teenagers/young adults back in the day since it really did feel like the script was written by some degenerate boys rather than adults trying to figure out how high schoolers act. There is a lot of horrible topics in the earlier season related to intoxication, animal abuse, and general illegal activity. A lot of it is 100% shock value. I'm glad it moved away from that, but also I admire the...grungey realism, I guess.

A lot of older fans complain about Beavis and Butt-Head reacting to clips of TV shows in the 2011 season and Youtube videos in the 2022 revival. I personally love it. I think they should react to everything possible. Some of their best lines come from their impressions of this stuff. I don't care if it is just being used as a way to "promote" that content. The music video reactions are doing the same thing. It is all promotion. Just very creative and based on hating which is inherently more entertaining. On that note, I've also seen the complaint by OG fans going around about how Beavis and Butt-Head feel like they aren't "metal-heads" anymore? Or it is just not as overt in their characters anymore since they don't react to metal music as much as they did in the original run. Personally, I...don't think they are any less metal-heads now than they were before. Maybe they aren't exclusively defined by it like they were in the first episodes. I think the question of "why is there less metal music in the show" has more to do with music culture when the show airs than it does with the actual writing. Which is kind of interesting. Generally, metal and rock doesn't make up popular music spheres the same way it did in the 80s and 90s. There is still rock music, but I don't find a lot of popular stuff being extremely "heavy" starting around the mid 2000s when the 2011 series was airing. If you'll allow me to get deep for a sec. The choices of what Beavis and Butt-Head react to during the show's entire run is a pretty interesting picture of popular US culture, actually. Anyway...I do think they could hit a bit heavier and varied in their music choices in the new season. Have them listen to hyperpop or something. I think they would love 100 gecs.

[astroyongie]

NCT 127 - November Reading Edition

Note: Please remember to take these readings lightly and to enjoy. next coming : AESPA, NCT Dream, IVE, WayV, Red Velvet, BTS, Gidle and Treasure 

Taeil

Love: it seems like his situation hasn’t changed yet. Tail is still in a relationship with that idol and things are going very well for them. They truly have feelings for one another and they are kind toward each other despite the arguments or the toxic environment that surround their life

Career: He is reflecting a lot about his self worth, like he isn’t enough to be in the group. Despite the money he earns he doesn’t take profit of it and it seems like the idol life also pushed him away from his family and that’s something that hurts him

Health:

Physical: X

Emotional: he still feels pain from old wounds, still fears for himself. His mind is simply agitated due to overthinking

Dates: 18 days

Johnny

Love: Johnny was talking to someone whom feelings have been growing. This person was a very close friend of his and things really went good however it seems like his crush also made sure that he understood this was only a friendship and nothing more. He is a little bit disappointed and he keeps talking to them anyway to keep the friendship

Career: Things are complicated when it comes to career and money. There’s still some money issues and debts concerning people around him and himself. There’s a lot of external pressure weighting down in him as well for this money issue and for his idol image

Health:

Physical: Troubles in his kidneys, bladder and insulin levels. Has body feels too aged.

Emotional: His mental health isn’t that good either at the moment, he suffers in silence and quietly. A lot of blame eating him up and agitating his mind

Dates: X

Taeyong

Love:his situation hasn’t changed either. He is still suffering from his break up, his mind only thinks about this person. However it seems like he keeps this bad behaviors of going and getting out with other people to prove himself and to prove his ex he doesn’t need them. I have no idea how much time this is going to go this way. Defintily not healthy for him to be seeing this much people

Career: His career situation is going quite well, he is writing new music, trying to express himself the best he can. He would like to change concept when it comes to NCT, do something new. The company listens to him a lot actually

Health:

Physical: Hormonal troubles need to be looked up to, because he has a lack of something

Emotional: His energy is simply all over the place

Dates: 29 november

Yuta

Love: I got no info about his love life

Career: Everything is a pure mess. There’s a lot of injustice happening on his career field and Yuta is honestly fed up with everything that the company is making him do and agree on. There’s a lot of arguments within the company in order to find a common ground. I also feel like he will or wants to travel somewhere. Perhaps back to Japan ?

Health:

Physical: Digestive system is troubled. Needs to eat more properly

Emotional: Extremely tired and vulnerable and just fed up in general

Dates: 14 days

Doyoung

Love: Doyoung is currently dating someone, this person is really very pretty and known from the public eye. They started dating not too long ago, so they are still trying to manage their time to meet each other and know more about one another as well.

Career: This are surprisingly well for him. He is expecting a change in the next months when it comes to his career and he is also helping some of his members with what they need. He is taking the lead

Health:

Physical: there’s something going on with his heath but I don’t know what it is.  

Emotional: Okay

Dates: 30 november

Jaehyun

Love: I didn’t got much info about jaehyun all together. I only know that he is currently seeing NO ONE. Yeah, surprising. He is actually dealing with a bad moment when it comes to his heart (probably due that one idol that rejected him). He is not ready yet to get on the love field

Career: He feels trapped in the contact at the moment, he wishes more freedom to do what he wants either as a person or as an artist as well.

Health:

Physical: His throat feels sore

Emotional: His mental health isn’t the best, it feels as if he cries in secret, a lot of sensibility and dark thoughts over him

Dates: X

Jungwoo

Love: I couldn’t get any info straight, it’s very blurry probably because even him he doesn’t know where to stand. I don’t feel like he is in a relationship and more into a nostalgic moment concerning his love life

Career: Things aren’t the best either. Well he does work a lot, like overworking himself to get things right, because the company made promises and there was also money coming to him. But it seems like what he received made some of his members jealous and Jungwoo isn’t fitting in that much pithing the group

Health:

Physical: X

Emotional: Very tired, his mental health declining and poor self esteem

Dates: 8 days

Mark

Love: Mark situation is dedicated. It feels like they are still together but things aren’t going well at all, the relationship became too oppressive for him. He has thought about breaking up with his partner but at the same time there’s something holding him back from that

Career: I see yet another solo activity for him (perhaps a collaboration ?). in any case he is in a good period for his career, opportunities come to him very easily due to his talent and his contacts

Health:

Physical: Needs to be careful with his throat, vocal cords, sinus and colds

Emotional: Feels abandoned by someone

Dates: 7 days

Haechan

Love: Haechan is probably in a new realtionship as It feels someone entered his life not long time ago. This is very recent and I don’t have much info other that this person might be just a little older than him (like 2 / 3 years only) and that things seem to be going very well

Career: A lot of responsaiblitkies and a lot of work that he needs to take care off. Haechan is usually blessed with good luck in his career field, and despite this shaky moment, things are going to get back In track. However I also feel that we might heard of him through rumors or media in general

Health:

Physical: He is sick as well,  but I don’t know from what

Emotional: Despite his self doubts and emotional instability, he is rather going well at the moment

Dates: 9 days

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Congratulations on 550!! 🍾🎉 you and deserve it!!

How about for a prompt: Person A is terrified of needles and Person B comforts them while they have to get their blood drawn. Bonus points if Person A has tattoos and gets playfully teased about being contradictory. For any ship!

A Prick for the Prick

CW: language, kissing, mentions of blood

AN: Thanks B! Hope you like it <3

Fluff//1737 words

A steady stream of cursing interrupted Feyre’s quiet morning.

Recognizing the voice as belonging to her employee, Rhys, she raised an eyebrow in curiosity as she set down her purse and reached for the coffee machine located on the corner table.

“Everything okay in there?” Feyre called as she grabbed her favorite mug, the one reading Boss-Ass Bitch in plan lettering.

The cursing immediately stopped. “Feyre? You’re early today.”

His voice was tense in a way Feyre couldn’t quite describe and she frowned, listening to the trickle of coffee into her mug.

“I’m exactly on time, actually. What are you doing?”

“Oh, just… dropped something.”

Feyre squinted. “If you say so.” Still intrigued but too tired to bother asking again, she turned her back on the closed door to Rhys’ office—which he always left open in order to “keep her company”—and set her gaze back on her coffee, impatient as the machine continued to run, all too slowly in her opinion.

Several minutes passed, minutes that led to Feyre’s daily dose of coffee brightening her senses a little as she started on the mug, and she began to feel a small ounce of concern. Rhys had been completely silent since she’d interrupted him, and still the door stayed closed. Something was up.

Feyre thought more about Rhys. He was not just her employee but her only employee; several months ago her art business had started growing to the point where she required someone to deal with things she simply couldn’t anymore. This included finances, organization, contact with other companies and clients, the managing of her contracts… just lots of miscellaneous work that Feyre either didn’t have the time for or didn’t care to learn how to do. This is where Rhys had become involved.

She’d found him at an art show asking around for employment of any business sort, and while it was a bit unorthodox, his charming smile and degree in economics certainly didn’t hurt. Feyre had hired him on the spot, too spontaneous to say no and too lazy to look for better candidates.

Rhys had been moved into her old storage closet, for lack of a better office. It had been a rather large closet, to be fair, and Rhys had helped Feyre move her art supplies onto racks surrounding her workspace that not only allowed more space but easier access to her paints and brushes. In addition, he’d also assisted in the assembly of these racks. And so it was very early on that Feyre noticed his work ethic.

She’d also quickly come to notice his… personality. Or rather, his incessant humor and smile. That man was smooth as a politician, and he knew it too, judging by the always-present smirk on his lips. His perfect, rosy lips.

Ugh.

And now he was cooped up in his office doing something that Feyre couldn’t even begin to guess at, and now that she was more awake she wanted to know what it was.

Feyre set her mug down and stood up, starting for Rhys’ office. She knocked on the door firmly and said, “Rhys?”

A second of silence passed. Then, he responded, “Yes, darling?”

Feyre rolled her eyes at the darling, which had become his only way of address to her. Despite the seeming condescension of the term of endearment being used in their situation, Rhys’ treatment of her was otherwise nothing but respectful and compliant, and she’d found no reason to be offended.

Still, it was a little annoying.

“May I come in?” Feyre asked.

“No! I mean… I’m perfectly capable of helping you from in here. What do you need? Ma’am?”

Ma’am. What the hell was Rhys doing that he felt the need to call her ma’am in an attempt to keep her out?

Not wanted to get into an argument, Feyre simply reached for the handle.

She opened the door to find… Rhys sitting in his chair, sweat dripping down his forehead, and a… at-home blood test of some sort in front of him?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Rhys winced so hard Feyre thought his eyes might pop out of his skull. “Well… you see… my uncle had a blood disorder and apparently it’s unlikely I inherited it but I’m still supposed to supply a blood sample to be sure.”

“Alright?” Feyre replied tentatively, still unsure what the issue was.

“And I… well…”

Feyre surveyed the scene in front of her once more, noting the terror on Rhys’ face and the shaking of his hands, as well as the needle on the desk that was smeared with small amounts of blood but nothing substantial.

“Oh.”

“Oh what?” Rhys asked, nerves showing as he attempted to look casual.

“Rhys.”

“Hm?”

Feyre crossed her arms. “Are you… afraid of needles?”

“No! Of course not.” Rhys look down at his desk.

“Rhys…” A grin started to pull at Feyre’s lips.

Rhys glanced up warily. “Yes, darling?”

“How did you manage to get two full tattoo sleeves—and possibly more under your clothing—but you can’t prick your finger to get a drop of blood?”

Rhys winced. “It wasn’t a pleasant experience.”

“Go on.”

“And here I was thinking after all the times you ignored my friendly attentions, you weren’t the nosy sort.” Rhys let out a pathetic sigh. “I was a lot younger when I got most of these, and I really wanted them, and my friends were there so I couldn’t chicken out, and I was rather drunk as I recall, which certainly helped. Although I also have vague recollections of screaming so maybe the alcohol didn’t help that much.”

Feyre let out a snort at the thought of Rhys, her burly, smirky, carefree employee, screaming his ass off as he got a tattoo.

“You shouldn’t laugh, you know,” Rhys pouted. “I’ve just shared with you my insecurities and you’re meant to comfort me, not find amusement in my predicament.”

Feyre frowned. “Aw, does poor Rhysie need a hug?”

She reached for him and Rhys swatted her away, scowling at the grin that immediately reappeared on his boss’ face. “You wicked woman,” he murmured.

Feyre didn’t like what the tone of his voice was doing to her insides, so she changed the topic. “Do you need help?”

Rhys blinked. “You have an art show in three weeks and another canvas to finish for it. You don’t have time to help me.”

“Rhys,” Feyre said gently, seating herself on his desk next to the supplies, “you are literally the only reason this business is running. I’d be helpless without you. I think I can take a few minutes off to help you out for once.”

Rhys blinked at Feyre’s soft tone and it occurred to her that maybe she hadn’t really expressed her appreciation before.

“If you insist.”

Feyre smiled and held out her hand. Rhys reluctantly outstretched his finger and Feyre grabbed his thumb, the needle already in her hand.

“Dear gods,” Rhys muttered.

“Just close your eyes,” Feyre said.

“Alright,” Rhys whispered, then added, “You need to fill up that little tube.” Then he squeezed his eyes shut.

Feyre looked at the tube and saw that it was minuscule and should only take several drops, luckily for Rhys. She murmured a few words of encouragement as she stuck the tiny needle into Rhys’ thumb.

He was so tense. His eyes were firmly shut and Feyre marveled at the way this man could be so afraid of such a tiny object. To be fair, she had plenty of her own unreasonable fears.

Feyre withdrew the needle and squeezed his thumb, not wanted to draw this out for Rhys. A drop of blood emerged and Feyre gently pressed the tube against it, waiting until it was inside to squeeze his thumb more. This next drop took a bit more force and Rhys said, “Ow.”

“Don’t be a baby,” Feyre scolded.

Rhys peeked open his eyes to glare at her, then shut them once more.

“Sorry,” she murmured through a smile.

Soon enough, the tube was filled with Rhys’ blood and Feyre put the stopper on it. She put the needle and the rest of the blood withdrawing kit in the wastebin, then turned back to Rhys.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Rhys did… slowly. He peered around at the tube and then at his thumb. “Huh.”

Feyre raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

Rhys looked over at her. “That was actually mildly okay.”

Feyre feigned hurt. “Only mildly okay? No need to be rude about it.”

Rhys grinned, and it was nice to see him looking happy again. “Let me rephrase. Your kindness and encouragement turned what was already a miserable occasion into something that I, entirely despite myself, somewhat enjoyed because I got to hold your hand.”

Feyre, who had been expecting some witty return, blushed fiercely. “Oh,” was all she could manage.

Rhys smirked, but the expression held a little more tenderness than usual. He stared straight at Feyre, albeit from below as she was still seated on his desk, and the look in his eyes had Feyre’s heart pounding.“You don’t have to respond to that. But you made my day a lot better than it would have been otherwise and I want you to know that.”

“Okay,” Feyre said, still struggling for words.

Rhys finally stood up. “I should—”

Feyre grabbed his shirt and tugged him to her. Her lips smashed against his and a gasp left Rhys, and then he was kissing her back just as fiercely.

Rhys’ hands cupped Feyre’s cheeks as his tongue pushed through her lips and a small shudder ran down her spine. His lips curled upwards against hers and Feyre, not wanting his amusement to ruin the kiss, gently bit his lower lip. Rhys let out a small groan that had Feyre preening.

All too soon, Rhys pulled back. Much to Feyre’s satisfaction, he was breathing just as heavily as she.

He opened his mouth to say something—probably some teasing comment—and then his eyes widened.

Feyre sighed. “You smeared blood on my face, didn’t you?”

He smiled sheepishly. “I’m going to go get you a wipe.”

“And maybe wash your hands while you’re at it.”

“Will do!” Rhys called, already headed for the door.

And Feyre could only sit there and wait, too caught up in the way his lips felt against hers to be bothered with anything else.

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you flinch during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak 

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you 

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch 

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks 

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you. 

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did 

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you 

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself 

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you 

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you 

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand 

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ‘(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’  you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles. 

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately 

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems 

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise 

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true 

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’ 

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again  

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡  during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking 

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late. 

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough 

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you 

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married. 

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him 

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

[squishytenya]

May I get aizawa and hizashi forgetting your birthday

Of course you can my love! Sorry this took me a little while btw mwah ily

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

Pairings: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead) x gn!reader

Notes: i love this series and i love getting asked for part 2 of things so asdjhl this was exciting! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Warnings: arguments (Aizawa) but not for a long time, sadness, insecurity, in case you didn’t realise they forget the readers birthday, cursing (aizawa)

━Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Look, Hizashi is a very busy man and this is something you know

So when he cancels your dates, you’re mostly understanding and he always reschedules anyway

But you can’t exactly reschedule your birthday can you

Which is the exact thought you have while sitting alone on your sofa

He’ll be home soon though, right?

It’s 10pm when you finally five up. Your clothes are creased from you lounging on the couch. You had gotten ready at 6pm since that was when he got off of UA. Yet 4 hours later and your apartment was still empty besides you. You rubbed your arms, embarrassed for being so excited. Of course, he hadn’t actually said he was taking you anywhere but you just assumed since that’s what he did ever year since you met.

It was 11pm when he finally showed up. The bags under his eyes let you know just how tired he was and you felt slightly guilty for the verbal thrashing he was about to get.

“Hey baby, what are you all dolled up for?” He sung, tired voice carrying through the silence

“Oh nothing” you scoffed, crossing your arms, “only my birthday dinner”

The man froze. Your face was blank but your eyes swam with hurt. It wasn’t like him to do this kind of thing. He had never forgotten a birthday before or an anniversary. Hizashi was very organised when it came to events, especially ones that concern you.

Which is probably why he held such a devastated look on his face. He took a few steps towards you and cringed when you shuffled away. Sitting on the sofa, he turned to you. The remorse was evident in his face and it was probably that which tipped you over the edge. Tears started streaming down your face. You looked away, the guilt was evident enough on his face and you doubt you could’ve kept up the anger if you were looking.

Soft fingers held your chin softly, pulling it so your partner could see your tearyface.

“I’m so sorry y/n” he sighed, “I’m just tired and been so caught up with work y'know?”

You sniffled, nuzzling into his hand to show you were listening. His own eyes were tearing up now and you could see the guilt swirling throughout the colour you loved so much. It was obvious he hadn’t meant it but you still hurt.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow gorgeous, take the whole day off just for us two?”

Nodding, you rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed you to sleep and your both pretended not to feel the guilty tears dripping down his face. It was a conversation you could have tomorrow. You trusted him to make it up to you, malicious wasn’t a word you would use to describe your partner.

“I love you” he mused, kissing your head as your eyes slipped closed.

━Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)

You wish you could say that Shouta wasn’t the type to forget things

He forgot a lot of things but never something like this

Your birthday and anniversaries were like the one thing he remember

There have been more than a few rain checks called last minute but you never really cared

He always made them up to you in some way but this one was different

It was dark already. You hadn’t felt particularly safe in this part of town but while you were waiting it had started raining and now your paranoia was getting to you. It wasn’t even an unsafe part of town but you were alone and already emotionally vulnerable from being ditched for almost four hours by your long term partner. It was now reaching 11 and you were ready to cry.

Finally, you decided to call Nemuri, explaining to her what happened and where you were. The usually happy woman scoffed into the phone at her friends actions and came to pick you up. You were soaking and broke down in her passenger seat as she drove you home.

You shut the door quietly as you walked into your home. You were wet, crying and tired. An interaction with aizawa would have you breaking down in a way you really didn’t need tonight. Just your luck.

“Where have you been?”

You glared at the man on the sofa. He was lounging in a pair of old pyjama trousers, settled ont he sofa as if he hadn’t just humiliated you.

“Really Shouta?” He flinched at the use of his full name, “I’ve been standing outside of a restaurant alone for four hours, waiting for my partner to come and celebrate my birthday”

He checked the date on the calendar on your coffee table.

“Y/n, I-“

“Do you know how humiliating that was? You forgot my birthday, Shou!”

Your voice broke saying his name. You sank down onto the floor, head in your hands. The exhaustion was finally catching up to you, meaning you didn’t protest when strong arms wrapped around you and a familiar scent surrounded your body. His hands rubbed up and down your shoulders, calming you until you could speak.

“I’m sorry kitten, i can’t tell you why other than it just slipped my mind” he murmured into your hair, “I’ll make it up to you i promise”

You sniffled, tucking your head into his neck. You were still a little angry, still very upset but the feeling of his arms around you was a comfort you would allow yourself to indulge in. You trusted aizawa and knew he would make it up to you. This was something that could be sorted tomorrow and for now you just wanted to sleep in the safety of his arms.

“I’ll be better for you, I promise”

I feel like this was lowkey shitty but it’s all good, hope you guys enjoy and request are currently open!

Remember that reblogs and feedback help content creators! And that ily guys all very much!!

[sacredsorceress]

The Argument || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: you and peter get in a fight and the other avengers can’t help but overhear

a/n: i have like four things in my drafts right now that i can’t seem to finish, but i had a sudden burst of inspiration to write this instead of studying so here we are! hope you enjoy! (reader’s super power is similar to wanda’s in a way except with gold rather than red)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: lots of swearing, loud arguing, angst with happy ending

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You and your boyfriend Peter stood, glaring at each other from opposite corners of your bedroom. Your hands were balled into fists at your sides as you looked at him from across the room with anger mixed hurt written all over your face.

“Are you serious right now, Peter?” You asked him, raising your voice with each sentence. “Are you dead serious right now? You know I’m a fucking Avenger right? I’m sorry if me being around other guys makes you uncomfortable but it’s kind of part of my job.”

Peter huffed, rolling his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. “So what? This is my fault now?” He gestured towards himself, raising his voice at you.

“You’re the one who’s pissed at me because I’m nice to other guys.” You scoffed. “It’s fine, Peter. Next time a guy needs saving I’ll be sure to tell him that Spider-Man doesn’t trust his girlfriend so he’ll have to figure it out himself.”

At the words that just came out of your mouth, Peter laughed out loud. It wasn’t the sweet laugh you always loved hearing in the mornings or the one where he would find something so hilarious that he would be out of breath, but one that just screamed that he could not believe what you had just said.

“Me?” He shouted. “You’re the one who always gets mad at me for ‘getting too cozy with girls’. I’m doing my job! You see one photo of me saving a girl- from a fire might I add- and you don’t talk to me for two days because you were jealous. What do you want me to do?”

Peter bringing up this situation again just made you fume even more and he knew that. Despite the fact that you and Peter rarely fought, this instance had been mentioned in several arguments between the two of you, but you always held your ground.

You were now the one throwing your hands up in the air, beginning to pace across the room. “Oh! This fucking conversation again!” You shouted at him. “How many times do we have to go over this? When are you going to get it? She kissed you!”

You still remember every part of the footage from that day and the image had burned itself into your brain. It was a solo day for Spider-Man so you hadn’t found out until you had seen the news footage of your boyfriend swinging the girl to safety with her arms wrapped tightly around him and her head buried in the crook of his neck. Peter’s arm was wrapped securely around her waist as he assured her that everything was going to be okay. As soon as he stopped swinging, however, and landed her safely on the ground, she had placed her hands on either side of Peter’s masked face and pulled him into a kiss. Although he quickly scrambled out of it, you couldn’t help but feel sick seeing the image.

“I was wearing my mask, Y/n!” He shouted back, tugging on his hair in frustration. “It’s not like I went in to kiss her. She kissed me! I didn’t do anything!”

At his words, you stopped pacing and stomped across the room, stopping in front of your boyfriend. “You’re right, you didn’t do anything.” You spat. “She kissed you and yeah that’s fucked up, but you know what’s more fucked up? That you didn’t tell me! You knew some girl had kissed you and you just hoped I would never find out. Do you know what it was like to find out from a fucking news broadcast? Fuck, Peter! You lied to me about it!”

Peter took a deep breath, looking anywhere besides your face. “I’m not doing this.” He told you finally, shoving past you to reach the door and stomping out of your room.

Peter aggressively threw open your door and you yelled out of frustration before following him out the room. Your hands were once again balled into fists at your sides as you watched Peter stomp out of your bedroom and down the hallway leading up to the common room, all the while yelling at him to stop.

“Peter!” You shouted.

“I’m not talking to you like this!” He yelled back, his back still facing towards you. “When you calm down and admit that you’re wrong-“

He knew what he was doing and he knew it was just pissing you off to a new extreme. So much so, you could feel the golden glow of your magic radiating off your hands that were balled into fists at your sides.

When Peter continued walking with his back turned towards you, refusing to speak to you further, you flicked your wrist causing the magical glow to spread out from your hand to your boyfriend, forcing him to turn around and face you, stopping him in his spot.

“Don’t walk away while I’m talking to you.” You told him, the anger radiating from your body in the from of the golden glow of your magic surrounding you.

“Did you just use magic on me?” Peter asked in a mix of shock, disgust and anger.

What the two of you didn’t realize in the midst of your fuming rage at each other was that the two of you had stopped in front of the common room. What you also hadn’t noticed was that the room was occupied by some of your... colleagues.

“Did she-“ Sam began.

“She did.” Nat finished.

Peter and you continued to argue back and forth about the audacity of the other, oblivious to the others hearing every word and watching the two of you throw harsh words at each other. It was an endless argument concerning who had the right to be angry and the unanswerable question of who was really at fault. During which the rest of the group of revelers in the common room watched and listened.

“Who wants the bet this is about that girl that kissed underoos?” Tony asked.

“That? That was so long ago though.” Steve replied.

“A girl never forgets.” Nat finished, kicking back in her seat. “How would you feel if you saw someone kissing your girlfriend.” She asked Steve.

“Never had one.” Steve shrugged.

An awkward silence filled the room for a brief moment before Sam began again.

“Steve’s right.” He said. “What about yesterday when Y/n saved that guy from getting his car thrown by that giant android and it turned out to be her ex-boyfriend?”

The group collectively nodded their heads, remembering the events of yesterday and that night when Peter had become more awkward than usual after you confessed the situation to him.

You had never seen Peter so jealous before. The two of you met after you and Peter had graduated high school and with your busy schedules you were barely finding time to hang out with your friends, never mind meet new guys. Peter and your’s relationship was usually one of romantic bliss. Despite the chaos and danger occurring in each of your lives, there was barely an argument between the two of you besides the occasional mention of that one time.

You told Peter later that night about how you recognized the guy you saved as your ex-boyfriend from high school.You didn’t expect much of a reaction considering you had dated the guy so long ago and you were wearing your mask that covered the upper half of your face to maintain your secret identity. It wasn’t even as though he could recognize you- you were just doing your job. You told Peter out of wanting to be honest with him, not because you thought it mattered- because it didn't. Peter upon your confession, however, was standoffish the remainder of the night seeming to be lost in his own head.

You didn’t give it much thought and decided to give him his own space until this morning when he confronted you about it, leading to the heated argument the two of you were in right now.

“Both of you are right.” Wanda finally spoke up.

Everyone in the room then turned their heads to face her.

“Did you... did you read their minds?”

“No.” She told them. “These walls aren’t very thick.”

“Should we stop them?” Steve asked.

To that, both you and Peter shouted “No!”

That was the moment though where you both suddenly realized that there was a whole room of people watching as you and Peter argued. Both of you stopped arguing suddenly and turned to face the room full of your colleagues.

“Did you... um... hear all of that?” Peter asked, cooling off from the heated argument you two shared seconds before as he fiddled with his fingers, unable to meet their eyes.

“Do you even know how loud you two were being?” Tony asked, standing up from his seat. “It’s impossible not to hear. Both of you have to drop it-”

“But Mr. Stark-” Peter began.

“Nope.” Tony cut him off. “No ‘buts’. Are you two even listening to yourselves?”

“Tony-” Steve started, attempting to intervene and have Tony drop the situation.

“Listen Rogers, I know you’ve been waiting decades for a first date, but someone has to play couples counselor here.” He told him matter-of-factly turning back to face the two of you. “You.” He pointed at you first. “That kid would never ‘cheat’ on you okay? He worships the ground you walk on so drop it. I’m sick and tired of hearing this frankly idiotic conversation every other week.”

At his words, you felt your fists unclench at your sides and your muscles relax. You knew he was right. As hurt as you were, you knew Peter would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. You knew he loved you just as much as- if not more than- you loved him.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, Tony began again- this time pointing at Peter.

“And you.” He began. Although you were looking at Tony, you could see your boyfriend stiffen in the corner of your eye. “What did you want her to do? Let that guy die because he... what? Took her on a few dates back in high school? You two have been to space together for god’s sakes. She was just doing her job and you know that.”

The two of you stood in front of Tony Stark himself now, knowing he was right, but not knowing what to say. You turned to look at Peter, seeing his shoulders slouched and his cheeks red likely from both the attention and embarrassment.

“You two can apologize now.” Tony said finally, striding back to the armchair he was sitting in prior to the lecture he gave the two of you and seating himself in it.

You and Peter turned to each other, visibly relaxing as you stared at each other. Despite the flaws the both of you had, you each cared for the other more than anyone else.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, being the first to apologize. “I’m sorry, Pete.” You apologized to him in almost a whisper. “I guess I was just hurt that you thought I could look at anyone else the way that I look at you.”

Peter sighed and you could see the sadness in his eyes that he felt from hurting you. You knew he never meant to hurt you and he was just hurt the same way you were.

“No... I’m sorry, Y/n.” He stepped forward to meet you, placing his hands gently on your arms that were wrapped around yourself. “It just sucked to think of you with some other guy.”

At his apology, you uncrossed your arms, instead reaching out for Peter’s hands. Squeezing his hands in yours you told him, “Peter, he doesn’t matter to me anymore. I love you.”

“Not just that, Y/n.” Although your words meant a lot to him, Peter shook his head. “I don’t know... sometimes I just think that you might want something more... I don’t know... normal. I can’t give you that normal, peaceful stuff so I guess I just get worried. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you though.”

Now it was your turn to shake your head as you gazed at your boyfriend. “Pete, you know I could never do normal” You chuckled. “I just got so angry at you that I had magic radiating off of me. Sure, normal would be easier, but I would choose crazy every day as long as I get to be with you.”

Finally you felt the last of the argument and rage that came with it disappear as a feeling of peace and calm washed over the two of you. You let go of Peter’s hands only to wrap them around his neck while his made their away around your torso.

“Gross.” Nat mumbled from her seat.

“I think I actually preferred when they were arguing.” Tony said in disgust.

You and Peter smiled at each other, able to hear the conversation between the others going on in the common room. You laughed as you looked into his eyes, slowly pulling your boyfriend into a kiss.

You and your boyfriend laughed into the kiss as you heard the group erupt into groans of disgust and annoyance. Although you and Peter didn’t have the perfect relationship and each of you had your flaws, at the end of the day you knew you would choose each other every time.

“Okay... Now do we stop them?”

[valkyurii]

Why is all of the discourse surrounding Elden Ring related to the Haligtree twins it would seem?? It's all either Miquella bad, Malenia bad, etc and I do not know why this is the case.

It genuinely baffles me.

Oh but whilst we're at it, happy new year dude!!! (Or atleast happy new year's eve!!!)

BIMBOM 💕💕 Happy new year to you too!

On the topic of Elden Ring discourse… yeah I really don’t know where a lot of it comes from. Especially where Miquella is concerned. People bend over backwards to try and make him seem like a horrible person and if I’m being honest a repeating pattern I’ve noticed is that it’s Mohg fans trying to justify him kidnapping Miquella. Which is pretty self explanatory in the game, yet they so desperately want him to be seen as innocent in the whole ordeal. It’s always: “Miquella must have manipulated him somehow” or “Miquella wanted to get kidnapped so he could use Mohg, not the other way around” my brother in christ if you’re going to stan a villain as least acknowledge them as such. None of it makes any sense anyway because why would Miquella go to all that trouble trying to grow the Haligtree, build a safe haven for the downtrodden, and work towards banishing outer gods, only to willingly walk away from it all and have Mohg corrupt him like that. Also none of what Mohg was trying to do worked in the end anyway because he messed up Miquella seemingly beyond repair and “…no matter how much of his bloody bedchamber he tried to share, he received no response from the young Empyrean.” Does that sound like the poor guy wanted to be there? The word kidnapped gets thrown around countless times and yet people just ignore it.

Same with the word stalemate. No one knows what that even means apparently. People look at that fight between Radahn and Malenia as “big guy strong, little guy weak.” I know that Radahn being seen as this big alpha male gigachad is so important to The Gamers, but holy hell does that argument get tiring after a while. You can clearly see in the trailer that both of them were exhausted. Malenia can barely stand by the time they clash swords, and when she stabs Radahn you can see he’s down on one knee with his hand out bracing himself. Not to mention the whole time before she even blooms he could have grabbed her and yeeted her across the field. My point being is that they were both pretty damn spent by that point, hence why it’s said they fought to a standstill. If I’m being honest though I don’t really care to much for the whole “who’s stronger than who” argument. There are other things about them that I find more interesting. When I first saw Malenia I was like “ah yes hot warrior woman” and even though I love and appreciate her combat prowess, cause damn can she swing a sword real good. When I learned about her battle with the rot and how she actively fights it off through sheer will and determination (and of course the help of unalloyed gold) I began to appreciate her so much more as a character. It’s also what makes the war in Caelid that much more tragic to me. Knowing that she battles to ward off this curse that’s trying to destroy her and then in a moment of desperation she unleashes it, hoping to perhaps utilise it to her advantage, only to have it backfire and essentially kick start the process towards her fully becoming consumed by it as later shown in her fight with us. Without the needle and Miquella there to help her she set about this series of events that ended… not well.

I would honestly give anything at this point to know what the plan was in Caelid. Why she was there, whether or not it was a decision she made all on her own, or if perhaps Miquella had asked her to go. People are so quick to call her a monster and him a saint, but they forget that she is his blade and fights in his name. Did he need Radahn dead for his plan to work? It’s just interesting that she made a beeline for him and didn’t bother with any of the others. If Godrick hadn’t provoked her she probably would have left him alone. She wasn’t interested in volcano manor or the capital. Surely she passed through Leyndell, so did Morgott let them through? There doesn’t seem to be any other way to get to Altus and we know she stopped at Shaded Castle. There’s no sea access as everything north of Limgrave is on a mountain. Folks saying she was on a hunt for great runes doesn’t add up to me because she walked on by half of them. All we have is speculation at this point and as I said; I would do anything to have actual canon explanations. I know that won’t happen as they love leaving things up to interpretation. Only it’s frustrating as hell when 90% of people in this community have like zero reading comprehension.

[vxperorchist]

First time requesting anything sir-💀🤚🏻. Feel free to ignore this but can I request Childe, Kaeya and Albedo having a fight with their s/o (them in the wrong) and instantly looking for their s/o? Sorry if it's too much or too detailed don't feel the need to do it-Have a nice day!

HIIII THANKS FOR REQUESTING

ALSO I REMEMBER MY FIRST TIME REQUESTING AND BESTIE IT WAS AWFUL. YOU DID GREAT DON'T WORRY

I HOPE ITS NOT TO LONG OR TO SHORT

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS

Characters: Kaeya, Albedo, and Childe

Warnings: Cursing, Arguments, Kinda angsty? Fluff towards the end

Word count: 1364

Kaeya

It’s quite rare for the two of you to get into a fight, and of course you both want to keep it that way, but with that being said you still will have your disagreements.

Kaeya had been overwhelmed with work that day, and he needed some time to get it done.

You had entered his office like you usually did, making your way over to his desk so you could hug him. You had thought nothing of it until you had latched your arms onto him. “Hey, how’s work go-” you said only to be cut off by his voice. “Not now, I have a lot of work to do. Please leave.” He moved your arms off of him and continued to look down at his desk. “Oh, I’ll come check on you later the-” “No, please just go.” He interrupted once again, yet this time louder and much angrier. You quickly left his office, not wanting to argue anymore with him. Your mind wandering all over the place, trying to think of what you could have done wrong. You walked through Mondstadt, and ended up around the outskirts of Springvale. You stayed strong, despite all of the overwhelming emotions flooding over you. Did I do something wrong? Enter at the wrong time? Am I overthinking? Once you had cleared your mind, and were ready to head back to Mondstadt, you saw a blue figure in the distance, and coincidentally it was your favorite blue-haired male. He rushed up to you, as you took a few steps back. Every emotion had left his face when you stepped back. He knew he messed up, and wanted to do nothing but hug you. “I’m so sorry… I was overwhelmed with work, and I lashed out on you…” He stared at your figure, and reached his hand out. “Forgive me?” You smiled, and jumped onto him. Burying your face into his neck. It was a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you, and he wished that this moment could last forever.

Childe

When dating the 11th Fatui Harbinger, you have to deal with his personality. You of course knew that and have already learned to deal with it.

You two like to smart-mouth each other quite a lot (BEAT HIS ASS), but it’s not common for an actual argument to break out.

It was a cloudy day, and you had just finished work. Childe was negotiating with a few subordinates of his per usual. As you watched from a distance, you could sense the tension in the air. It seemed as if something had gone wrong. You frowned at the thought, but once you saw he was walking away from the other Fatui members, you approached him. “Hey Tar! Everything alright?” You said happily, trying to lighten the mood. He sighed, and tried to console his anger. You could tell something was up, but really hoped it was something you both could talk about and forget. “No, it’s fine. Damn subordinates…” He scoffed, and walked away. “Are you sure, do you wanna talk about it?” “I said I'm fine.” he hollered back. You weren't used to this kind of yelling, and honestly it scared you a little bit. You shook the thought out of your head and walked away. I’ll head over to the harbour, it’s always a great time there. You thought while making your way to the Harbour. Once you had arrived, you had met up with a few of your friends. You had nearly forgotten what happened earlier. Later on in the day you were talking with your friends while walking around the city. Once the sun had started to set you decided to go sit at one of your favorite locations. It had a beautiful view of Liyue and the Ocean. It was quiet, besides the calming background noise of the harbour. You heard footsteps, and were ready to draw your weapon, until you heard a familiar voice. “You know, you should have already had me in range of your weapon.” Childe joked, as he hugged you from behind. “I was looking for you everywhere, but your mask gave you away.” He had given you a mask much like his when you had first started dating, to let everyone know who you were in a relationship with. “I also wanted to apologise for earlier, my subordinates had failed a simple mission and I let it out on you.” You smiled, looking into his eyes as he turned his head quickly. “It’s no big deal dumbass, now can we go back home? I’m tired.” You replied while hugging his waist. “Of course.” He grinned while kissing the top of your head.

Albedo

With Albedo, arguments are extremely rare, but not impossible to have.

You were both in Dragonspine, working on a certain project that was quite harder than most others.

You were both doing fine, it was a long tedious project, but nothing the dream team couldn't handle. Although, when you got to the part where you had to deal with chemicals… things got rough.

“Y/n please pass me that.” He said while looking at the bottle to your left. “Oh, of cou- wait, you don’t need that, you need this one.” You said while handing him a different bottle. “No, I do indeed need the one right there.” He replied, handing the bottle back over to you. “Albedo, I'm telling you, it’s this one.” You said, not wanting to sound rude, but also you knew what you needed to do. He got up from the table and walked over and took the bottle himself. You sighed and watched as he poured the chemicals into the bigger bottle. Of course he didn't get the reaction he was looking for. He sighed and put the bottles of chemicals back on the table. “I tried to tell-” “It doesn't matter, you should go for a bit. I’ll be redoing this.” You really wanted to help him, yet didn't want to argue. You decided to do what you thought was right by leaving. It was early, so you could take some time off and explore some of the mountain. You decided on ascending up the mountain, not too far, but enough to get a nice view. Knowing there was another camp quite close, you decided to go up to that camp. “Hey y/n! What are you doing here?” One of your friends from a Dragonspine research group asked. “Thought I would take a walk and come check on you!” Your friend smiled, and showed you what they had been working on. You both decided to take another small walk to the area they were doing research at. You had looked at the setting sun and realized it was time to get back to your own research. “Hey y/n hold on! I heard there is a bad blizzard coming our way and we should postpone all research until it has passed. Why don’t you come stay at our camp for the night?” Your friend said, quite concerned for your safety. You happily accepted the offer and stayed the night. Once morning came, you awoke to the research group excitedly walking around in the fresh snow due to the blizzard earlier. Everyone had noticed a figure ascending up the mountain towards the research camp. “Y/n?” a voice called, while still struggling uphill in the fresh snow. “Albedo? What are you doing here?” You ran to him, and hugged him tightly. “You’re alright…” He whispered while clinging onto you. “Of course I am, are you alright?” He nodded, still not letting go of you. “Did that blizzard get to-” “I’m sorry… I acted irrationally.” He interrupted. “Oh Albedo…” You responded while rubbing his back. “HEY! ARE Y'ALL ALRIGHT? OR DID YOU FREEZE?” A member from the research team yelled. “No! We’re alright, thank you all for everything!” You hollered back. “Anytime!” the research team waved, as you descended down the mountain. “So… did you ever finish that project…?” You asked, looking at him. He shook his head awkwardly and continued to walk. “I may have if I wasn't busy panicking about your well being.”

[biisexualemma]

unrequited pt.2. peter parker

word count: 3.6k

warnings: anxiety, panic attack? i guess kind of

requested: yea a few people asked for this lol

plot: you haven’t seen peter for weeks and start to worry about him

a/n: i finished re-writing this late last night and i’ll be honest with you i haven’t checked it over so sorry if there are any mistakes but i’m tired sis goodnight! lmk if you like this! pls comment / share!

pt.1 / marvel masterlist / multi-fandom masterlist

"ned... you're so wrong for so many reasons," m.j.'s expression was flat, her eyes rolling before she continued to fight ned on who was really the strongest avenger. you were supposed to be working on a group project for your history class but somehow the topic of the avengers came up and the conversation derailed. ned was making a, somewhat, compelling case for the hulk but m.j. was clearly winning with her argument for wanda.

"nobody even knows the full extent of her powers... and the hulk? what? he's gonna smash some more?"

you sat quietly, chin in the palm of your hand, listening in and out of the conversation. you didn't really feel much like contributing. you would occasionally chime in to support m.j. but mostly you just heard the noise of their bickering and let it happen.

you didn't want to be that person, but your mind was (much to your frustration) completely consumed with thoughts of peter. and at the worst time, you had so many tests coming up, and essay deadlines were also creeping up on you. usually you were on top of this stuff, but your mind was preoccupied almost all the time.

because of peter, who was no where to be seen. in the past few weeks he had stopped showing up to school all together. ned said it was something to do with tony stark but you had a feeling it was more than that. you didn't know how to explain it.

you hadn't spoken to him in a long time now, and you didn't exactly leave things on good terms. it was the longest you'd gone without talking since peter called you a poopy head in the third grade.

you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. especially since you had no idea what he was getting up to, peter was known to get himself into some messes when he was left to his own devices. and you just knew ned was lying to cover for his best friend but that only made you feel even more out of the loop.

everything felt a bit off without peter around, like something was missing. that, on top of the guilt and worry you were feeling, was turning your head to mush. last time you'd spoken to peter, he was erratic and wounded and desperate. something bad had to have happened for him to be gone this long.

the bell rang, signalling the end of your last period for the day, and the rest of the week seeing as it was a friday. you snapped out of your daze, jolting as your eyes focused back on your surroundings.

"what time did you say again, y/n?" your eyes drifted to m.j. who was collecting her notes on her desk, her eyes meetings yours, waiting for your answer. a crease formed between your eyebrows, you hadn't heard a word of the conversation before right now. m.j. seemed to realise this, rolling her eyes at you with a playful smile. you did this a lot lately, she was getting used to it. "homecoming? what time did you want to meet tonight?"

"oh," you nodded, still sitting at your desk as your classmates hustled around you. "right, homecoming— i— uh—"

"tell me you're still coming," ned interrupted, his eyes wide suddenly, clearly desperate that your answer was anything but no. "c'mon we've had this planned for ages!"

"no— yeah— of course i am," you nodded quickly to reassure him. "yeah— sorry— i just spaced. is seven good for you guys?"

they hummed in response, nodding.

you packed up your books, shoving them into your bag, still in a slight haze with all these thoughts running through your head about peter. you couldn't think about homecoming, it seemed trivial now compared to the worst case scenarios running through your mind. maybe you could try to call peter again? you thought to yourself as you quickly left the classroom, forgetting about m.j. and ned and homecoming, your muscle memory alone leading you to your locker.

you swapped out your books from your bag with the ones you needed to study from for your biology test next week. after slamming the locker door shut, a familiar face was met with yours.

"jesus," you muttered as he stood inches away from your face, your heart racing from the shock. clutching your books to your chest, after nearly having a heart attack, you let out a loud sigh and furrowed your eyebrows. "peter? where the hell have you been?" you regained some of your composure, enough to find some anger in you towards him. he was the last person you were expecting to see today.

"you're ok?" his usual soft brown eyes looked sunken and tired, his hair was scruffier than usual and his lips chapped as they hung open, his eyes scanning over you.

your mouth hung open to speak but he just shook his head as if answering his own question. he gripped your forearm, urging you to walk with him. you dug in your heels, yanking your arm back, wanting him to slow down and explain before you went anywhere with him. "will you just walk," he muttered sharply when you tried to resist him. "please," he softened quickly, his eyes meeting yours.

you frowned, uncomfortably shifting the stack of books in your arms as peter pulled you along behind him hastily. you watched his eyes shifting about the hallway as students weaved around the two of you, his grip not loosening for a second. he was definitely up to something stupid and dangerous that he absolutely should not be involved in.

he'd dragged you all the way out into the parking lot, pulling you aside and away from the crowd of people.

"what's going on? why do you look like— i mean no offence but— you look like crap," you couldn't help but show some level of concern. no matter how complicated your feelings were for him at the moment, he was still your best friend, and he looked like hell. you couldn't stop yourself from staring at him.

"i need you to just— stop talking and listen to me," the look in his eyes made your heart beat a bit faster, your eyes darting between his trying to understand his urgency. "you're not safe—"

"no— i'm fine—" you were never very good at doing what you were told. you glanced down at yourself, perfectly safe and standing in front of him. "see?—"

"no— no you're not," he gulped, his eyes darting away from yours for a split second. "i'm taking you home and you have to stay there. ok? please."

his voice was horse, cracking when he spoke. you didn't understand any of it. peter was the friendly neighbourhood spider-man, what the hell had he gotten himself into that had him this worked up?

you tilted your head slightly, he couldn't think you'd blindly do whatever he said. you needed some answers. "pete," you mumbled, shaking your head with a faint frown. "can't you just tell me what's going on? you're kinda' scaring me."

"i screwed up," his face contorted, his eyes screwing shut for a second and his nose scrunching. you were glued to him, following his mixed expressions trying to understand what was going through his head. he took a deep, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. "and i know you— you hate me and the last thing you wanna' do is listen to me but i need you to do this for me."

"alright," you said after a moments hesitation. you just wanted him to relax. all your pent up anger and hurt that you'd felt over peter had dissipated quite quickly. you were too occupied with trying to ease some of his stress, and if that meant becoming a homebody for a few days, you would do it. "alright— don't worry. i've been putting off my english essay for a week now anyway, it's about time i cracked down on it."

you tried to ease the tension, act like he wasn't asking much of you. he let out a heavy sigh, looking over at you with those brown eyes. "it's homecoming tonight, i know w—"

"is it?" you feigned forgetfulness, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. you shrugged. "i was never one for socialising anyway."

peter knew you better than that. he knew what he was asking you to give up. "i'm sorry," he took a step closer to you, his hands hovering in front of you, unsure that you wanted him to touch you. "i'm sorry you got dragged into this."

your eyes lingered on his hands before you pulled back up to his stare. you pursed your lips and shrugged. "i'd feel better about it if i knew what i was getting dragged into," you pulled away from your conversation for a second to slip your books into your bag. "walk me home and you can explain everything."

and he did. he told you all about the vulture, the weapons, what really happened during the decathlon trip. all of it. right up to when the vulture figured out his identity— which lead to him finding out about aunt may, about his friends, and about you. he told you about how he'd spent the past few weeks figuring out where the vulture's next major deal was being held, how he'd messed up so bad and how mr stark had taken his suit.

by the time he'd finished, your mouth hung open slightly. you didn't know how he'd been dealing with all of this by himself. spider-man helped old ladies cross the street and returned stolen bicycles, he didn't fight men in bird costumes to stop illegal sales of dangerous advanced weapon tech.

"peter, this sounds pretty dangerous," you spoke up after he told you about his plan to intercept the vulture's airplane heist. "don't you think you should just call happy? or tony? this sounds like iron man territory."

"i can't do that," he sighed. "besides, i already tried happy— he's not taking my calls right now. something about a time out."

you let out a heavy sigh, having taken everything in that he'd told you. you had reached your door, peter standing behind you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. you motioned for him to come in but he hesitated, opening his mouth to decline. "c'mon," you grabbed his arm and tugged gently. "this heist isn't happening 'til late tonight. you can keep me company 'til then."

"maybe, get some rest, too, you really do look like hell," he let you pull him inside, following behind you. he ignored the second dig you had now made about his appearance.

"may must've been pretty mad when she found out you'd been skipping school?" you collapsed onto your bed, crossing your legs over and watching peter perch himself on the edge of your bed. he leaned forward, his hand running over his face with sheer exhaustion.

"you have no idea," he groaned, holding his head up with the palm of his hand now. "i'm pretty much grounded for the rest of the year. and i have to send her a pic' of me sitting in every one of my classes from now on," you nodded, pursing your lips because that sounded about right. "but mainly she was worried."

"well, she wasn't the only one," he glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes lingering there for a while. you breathed through your nose, looking away from him and down to your hands to give yourself a moment. you'd forgotten how difficult it was to have him look at you like that. "you just took off with no word, peter."

he turned his gaze away from you, focusing on the wall in front of him, his eyes glossy. for weeks that last conversation with you had been sitting at the back of his mind. he knew he'd handled everything in the worse possible way. he tried to protect you, hurt you by doing so, and then had everything he tried to protect you from blow up in his face anyway.

"i haven't been able to think clearly for weeks," you gulped, scared to meet his gaze again, in fear that you might lose your confidence. "i missed you. and i was worried out of my mind about you."

"y/n—" his voice was quiet.

"and i know i was the one who told you to leave. but i was hurt and sad. i'd convinced myself that you felt the same way, and when you—" you closed your eyes for a second, feeling him watching you. you hadn't been able to say any of this out loud for weeks and now it was just spilling out of you. "anyway— i shouldn't've punished you for that. they are my feelings i need to get over. it wasn't your fault and i'm sorry i made it seem like it was."

he shook his head faintly, sniffling slightly, catching your attention. "i screwed up," he shook his head a little harder, pushing himself up off your bed, his back turned to you. "i screwed up so bad," he ran his hand over his face, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose. your eyebrows knitted. "it wasn't supposed to turn out like this."

"don't," you shook your head, willing him to stop. "it's not your fault. i shouldn't have—"

he cut you off, turning to face you as he did. "i'm in love with you," his mouth hung open slightly, his eyes now stinging red. "i was in love with you then, and i'm in love with you now. i think i always will be."

your eyebrows unknitted, your mouth opening to speak but nothing came out. you watched his hand tug on the ends of his curls, his eyes locked onto you the entire time, trying to read your expression.

"i was trying to protect you and it went completely wrong—" his breathing was erratic. "i thought you'd be safer if i distanced myself—" the look on his face was breaking your heart. he knew how stupid it all sounded now he explained it out loud. "i screwed everything up— and now you're in more danger than ever— because of me."

"you— you—" your brain was trying to keep up. you shook your head. you had spent the past month telling yourself that everything you thought he'd felt for you wasn't real, that you'd over thought everything he'd ever done for you. you'd been telling yourself for a month to move on. "you didn't screw up, pete. i know you. whatever you did, you did for the right reasons."

the lump in your throat was growing as you tried to keep some kind of composure. it wouldn't do either of you any good to get upset with him when he was worked up like this. he didn't need to be told he'd made a mistake, he was already painfully aware.

"you don't— you—but— i—" he was hyperventilating, completely vulnerable as he fell apart in front of you.

"pete," you mumbled carefully, climbing over to where he was stood, hand in his hair and he pulled on the loose curls, his eyes wide with anxiety and stress. you moved your hands to his, pulling them down to his side and giving them a small squeeze. "calm down," you cooed. "everything will be ok."

you trailed your hands up to his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze before pulling him into a tight hug. you wrapped your arms 'round his shoulders, one hand moving to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair. his head ducked, burying into your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist in a desperate grip. his breathing was heavy at first, uneven and jagged as he clung onto you. your heart was beating out of your chest, you were sure he could hear it, but you held onto him as tight as you could, pressing your whole body against his trying to offer him as much comfort as you could.

after a while of standing around, holding each other, peter's breathing began to grow softer and slower. he began to notice the sweet scent lingering on your skin. his lips innocently hovering over the curve of your neck, breath fanning against your skin. you could feel goosebumps growing on your skin, the hair of your arms standing on end.

"better?" you mumbled softly. he gave you a faint nod in response, his lips leaving your skin as he pulled himself back from you. your hand slipped from in between his curls and down to the neck, your thumb brushing over his skin as he looked straight into your eyes. you gulped, eyelids fluttering.

he was a state to behold. his nose was pink, under eyes wet, your eyes trailed down to where his lips parted. he hiccuped a breath. you tried to push away the impulse to kiss him because he was clearly vulnerable. you didn't want him to later regret anything. "thanks," he mumbled breathlessly. "i don't know what happened there."

you pouted your lips, about to reply when peters eyes fluttered down your face, catching you off guard. his eyes lingered and you noticed his head tilting down and nearer, his lips catching onto yours before you could register what was happening. it was soft, gentle and didn't last longer than a couple seconds before you had to force yourself to pull away.

"peter— you're overwhelmed right now so maybe we shouldn—"

your whispers against his lips where cut short, he pressed his lips to yours again. unable to resist now he'd had a taste. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back flush against his chest. you swallowed a gasp, feeling his full weight behind the second kiss. his lips pushed against yours a little more desperately this time, you fell back a step, peter's arms where the only thing keeping you upright at this point.

both your hands where either side of his neck, trailing up into his hair where you pulled softly at the roots of his messy curls. he let out a soft moan against your lips, and you stumbled back once more, your thighs hitting your bed.

your hands quickly slipped down to his chest as you gently pried him off you. your head was spinning a little, his lips were plump and pink and the way he looked at you, with pure love and obsession, made you want to kiss him again and again.

"did you mean it?" you muttered breathlessly.

his eyes trailed back up from your lips, his gaze locking with yours again. he noticed the vulnerability and fear in your eyes now that he was paying you his full attention. he felt a wave of guilt hit him, knowing he was the one that put that look there.

"yeah," he hummed. "i did," he said with his chest. "i do. always will," he was breathless.

"you're not just saying it 'cause you've missed me?"

he shook his head quickly, shutting down any traces of doubt in your mind. "i have been in love with you since that summer we took that trip to coney island when you threw up after you ate too much cotton candy."

your scrunched up your nose at the memory. "gross."

he shrugged. "i don't know what to tell you. that's just when i knew."

your lips twitched into a small smile. "you should probably get some rest," you diverted the topic, trying hard not to kiss him again. he looked so tired. he had poured out months worth of anxiety and stress all in the past ten minutes. "you can't chase bad guys if you're half asleep."

he wore a half-hearted smile, his mind clearly flickering back to the task he had to take on later tonight.

"you can crash here if you want," you motioned to your bed.

"y'sure? i don't wanna get you in trouble."

"mom's working late, so you're good. plus she loves you, pete," your hands slipped down to his, giving them a quick squeeze of reassurance.

"sure she'll still love me when she finds out about us?" he quirked an eyebrow, the small smile on his lips was sloped and tired.

"m'sure," you hummed, biting back your growing smile at the word us. you moved him to sit on your bed again, his hands lazily holding yours. his eyelids fluttered as he looked up at you, a small crease forming between his eyebrows again. you could tell his mind was wandering again. "lie down, you need to rest or you're no good to anyone."

he nodded hesitantly and followed your instruction. "i'll sleep better with you next to me."

his voice was soft after you'd turned your back on him to leave him to rest. you rolled your eyes faintly, smile tugging your lips again. "is that right?"

he hummed, his arms outstretched, waiting for you to fall into them. you dragged your feet back over to him, biting the inside of your cheek, the corner of your lip twitching upwards. "there's a scientific reason behind it but my brain's too sleepy to think right now, so you'll have to take my word for it."

his words slurred together, his eyes rolling slightly the longer he forced them open. you just nodded. "alright, spidey, just this once."

"hm," he hummed as you climbed in next to him, his arms wrapping around you and immediately pulling you against his chest. "thanks," he muttered, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "don't know what i'd do without you."

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Investigations (Part 3): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: when things are uncovered, can you handle the truth? Or are you doomed to make a mistake you can't rectify?

wc: 2.1k

tw: violence

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Ran's past was a lie.

When you met him at the country club five years ago, your pasts had been explained in hushed tones and excited flurries of memories; sharing photos of the time before he was an executive of the communications company he worked in and the time before you were a journalist.

Ran said he had gone to jail twice, both for crimes he had been an accessory to as a delinquent kid, but that he'd cleaned up his act after and made his way up the corporate ladder. Nothing about gangs or being a Heavenly King in Tenjiku made it past his lips.

You had been honest, too. Your tales included the time you'd accidentally happened upon a massive gang fight, and that's how your investigative journalism skills began to bloom.

Who was fighting?

What were they going to do after?

Where did these gangs come from?

When did this argument start?

Why were they fighting?

How did gangs form in the first place?

Those were all the questions you sought out answers for that night and the next five years after, devoting your time and effort to finding the truth about everything.

"Babe?" You freeze, hands hovering over the keys at the sound of Ran's voice. You don't turn around - you can't even look at him the same these days - but he fixes that by walking over to you and turning you around in your chair. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Just doing some writing." His violet eyes search yours for the truth, but you know he won't be able to find it. Not while you're still trying to unravel his past. Ran kisses your eyelids sweetly, cupping your face in his large palms and littering his love across your face as you try your best to remain still and not confess about your research.

"Come to bed. It's late."

"I've got a few more paragraphs," you explain, motioning to the small print on your screen. "I'll be in bed soon."

But your lie is discovered shortly thereafter. It's five a.m. when Ran returns, seeing you slumped against your desk, arms cushioning your head, laptop screen blank. Instinctively, Ran pulls you out of your seat - making your notebook fall to the ground - grunting softly as he scoops you up into his arms and cradles you against his chest.

You willingly allow your husband to carry you to bed, where your two-year-old is also nestled among the sheets and pillows, thumb tucked into his mouth. And for a moment, Ran appreciates the view, seeing the two people he loved the most - besides his younger brother - laying in the bed he paid for, in the house he built, in the city he owns.

But then he remembers the slight disarray you left your things in at the desk and returns, picking up your pencil and notebook before laying them beside the laptop. Then his eyes catch "Ran's past?" written in bold, red letters, along with the words: "Tenjiku" and "Tandai" also written in the web of other words surrounding his name. "South Terano" is also on that web.

He'd have to take care of that in the morning.

And for the first time in a long time, worry bubbles to the surface of his mind, and Ran rips the sheet of paper from your notebook, tossing it into the kitchen trashcan and considering his deed done. He concealed his past to protect his family. And he's concealing the present to achieve the same goal; all for the future to be revealed later. That's how everything should be.

Right? _____________________________________________________________

"Ran," you whisper, lips running across his knuckles. His fingers cup your jaw, and his own lips press against your forehead, violet eyes darkening slightly. "It's six am. Where are you going this early?"

"I have to go into the office for a little while," he murmurs, kissing your forehead again. "I'll be back around lunchtime." Thoughts of Tandai and Tenjiku flash into your mind for a moment, but you smile at him sleepily anyway, absolutely sure these things are part of his past and not in the present.

"We'll be waiting for you, my love."

Despite all of your best intentions, though, you can't help but be consumed by the idea of Ran out, fighting, stealing, maiming... You consider asking him about these things, these concerns, but you decide against it as you're helping Kai with his lunch. If he wanted to leave it in the past, there's a good reason for it. He would have told you if it would be a problem later. Right?

Ran wouldn't jeopardize your family, your home, your life for something so... juvenile.

Right?

The clatter of keys on the counter in the living room brings you back to the present, and you perk up, your two-year-old mimicking your expression.

"Daddy!" Kai slides down from his seat and runs to greet Ran, clutching his father's legs with all his little might.

"Hey, buddy," Ran laughs, stooping to pick up his son with excitement. "How are you doing?" As son and father have a very stimulating conversation about playtime, you watch them in wonder, observing the way Ran makes his child a priority, just like he makes you a priority. But your countenance falls as soon as you see the blood spot on the bottom of Ran's lavender suit jacket. You know its blood because of the way it dried - that's no ketchup stain.

You fake a smile anyway, giving Ran a kiss on the cheek and tugging his jacket off after he sits Kai back on the tile floor.

"Hard day?"

"Kind of," Ran mumbles, and you catch the sight of a long scratch down the side of his neck. "But I made it through." You hum, taking the pin-striped jacket to the laundry room and slinging it over the side of the washer. You'd need that later.

"Need to relax?" you wonder, and Ran grins at you mischievously.

"Maybe later, after bedtime?"

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But "later" never came.

Instead, Ran and Kai fell asleep on the sofa, watching a kid's movie, and you retreated to the office, powering up your laptop and pulling your notebook closer.

You immediately notice something's wrong, as the notes you had before were missing. Everything is gone. Not even a word of all the research you had done was there. Hadn't you written meticulous notes and names and things about Ran's past that could be interconnected? You break out in a sweat and search in every drawer of the desk, every place it could possibly be. You come up with nothing, and let out a frustrated sigh before slumping down in your seat and pulling up the computer history from yesterday. If you had to rewrite every single thing, that's fine. You'd just need more time to gather your evidence for the meeting on Saturday.

You're knee-deep in articles and police reports when you stumble across a more recent - actually as recent as this morning - article titled: "Ex-gangster found dead in meat factory". The picture of South Terano startles you, and you click on it, feeling a sense of dread as the article details how he was found hanging upside-down in the warehouse with a bullet hole in his head. And just like that, your newest lead has fizzled out. You groan, writing down "South Terano, deceased" on your notepad, then exiting the tab.

There had to be someone else you could ask. Shuji Hanma only provided you with Ran and Rindou's names, no one else.

"What's this?"

The door to the office shuts softly, and you look over your shoulder at Ran, who is walking toward you with measured steps, his eyes taking in your exhausted expression and the way you're hunched over that notepad. Again.

"What are you doing? You look tired, babe. Let's go to bed, yeah?"

Suddenly, pieces begin to click as Ran leans his hip against the desk, staring down at you in the chair with squinted violet eyes. "You threw away my notes... Didn't you?"

"What are you doing in my business, y/n?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were in two gangs?" you counter, fingers shaking slightly. "Ran, this is something I needed to know before--"

"You wouldn't have married me if I told you." Ran's tone is cold, almost as if he's turned into the past version of himself without batting an eye.

"You don't know that." Ran leans forward, coming to eye level with you a smirking.

"I know you. And that's all I need." Ran reaches out a hand to close the laptop, still smiling and maintaining eye contact. "Now here's what you're going to do. First, you're going to stop digging into my past. There's nothing there that you need to find. Second, you're going to come to bed. It's late, you're tired. Finally," Ran cups your chin like he did this morning, except his fingers aren't so tender this time. "You're going to cut off contact with both Shuji Hanma and Taiju Shiba. I'm not really fond of either of them, and I'm not a fan of having them tell my business to my wife."

"They were only doing it because I asked."

"Taiju, maybe. Shuji isn't so eager to fuck you. I doubt he did it out of the kindness of his heart." You can't say anything to refute his claims. Ran is probably right. But you can't get one question out of your mind.

"Why are you trying to hide your past? What's there that I won't like?"

"What isn't there is the real question."

"What can you tell me about the gang that's just surfaced in Tokyo?" Ran's face slackens, transforming into a half-surprised, half-blank look that you realize is one that means he's been caught. "Oh, my fucking god," you breathe, tears stinging your eyes. "South, the fish, the murders, the crime... It's you. It's been you this whole time. I've been chasing my own husband down." Panic begins to set in, and your mind whirls around as you shake in your seat, bringing your hands up to your head. "Just tell me Rindou isn't in this," you breathe, but Ran doesn't answer you, still wearing that dumb look on his face. You let out a cry of shock, covering your mouth and trying to back away from Ran as much as you can.

The source is a lot closer than you think.

You slide down the wall, shocked into stillness as your sobs quiet, and Ran straightens up, placing his hands in his sweatpant pockets. The long nights, the early mornings, the bloodstains, the damn suits... It all led to this. Ran had never really left his old lifestyle behind. He'd gotten caught up in it, and brought you and Kai into it unknowingly.

"I never meant for it to get this... unhinged." You can't reply, tucking your knees into your chest as you stare past Ran and at the opposite wall, wondering how you'd missed the signs, the obvious signs that Ran was up to no good. "I know this is a lot to take in, but we can--"

"I can't stay here."

The words fall from your mouth and Ran flinches, shaking his head.

"No. You can't leave."

"Yes, I can," you mumble, standing and wiping your tears. "I can do whatever I need to do to keep Kai safe, and--"

"Kai is safer here than out there," Ran snaps, pointing at the window. "I'm not letting my son out of my sight. Your snooping has caused enough trouble as it is; I wouldn't have had to go and clean up this morning if you hadn't--"

"Don't blame this on me," you retort, pointing at Ran accusatorially. "You're the one who joined a gang and is still in one! What kind of role model are you for our son now?"

"I provide the best way I can," Ran grits out, clenching his fists. "You've never gone hungry, cold, or ill-clothed a day in your life while you were with me."

"I would rather die than enjoy a life paid for with blood money."

"Blood money? You really think--" You try to push past Ran, but he grabs your shoulders, yanking you back in front of him. "You're not going anywhere except to our bed."

"Let me go, Ran Haitani," you mutter, hands balling up into little fists. "Or I'll scream."

"Who will hear you? Kai?"

How had you been so foolish? Ran's lips press together momentarily as his violet eyes run over your figure, taking stock of all your five-foot-six stature. You're no match for Ran. Not mentally, and certainly not physically. Ran notices your defeat and his hands slide down to your wrists, tugging your delicate hands up to his chest.

"Everything will be fine," he whispers, drawing you close. "I'm taking care of us. Just trust me."

Just trust me.

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

can i request what gojo would be like in an argument with his f!s/o? not anything that’ll make them break up, but what do you think an argument would look like, and how would they make up? something angst please! ❣️

IM BACK hopefully this doesn't seem too ooc 🙏

I hope you like it! 💙

Gojo would react into completely different ways when it comes to arguments whether they are mundane or serious.

I would say arguements with Gojo is unavoidable because this man is a living tease. However these are just arguements about mundane things such as him forgetting to throw out the trash and he'll come up with some excuse.

"I was busy exorcising curses!" "You're literally laying on the sofa playing Smash Bros!"

He won't apologize for it the closest you can get as an "I'll go if you give me a kiss!" Just don't take it too personally, he's a tired man who barely gets time off to do as he pleases. Also he was raised in a household with lots of servants.

He'll still try so don't be too harsh on him or else your nagging might end up turning into a serious problem.

Gojo is no means a hot heated person in fact he is very calm and observant of his surroundings. He'll sit down and listen to you only when he knows he deserves it. He would never lash out at you on purpose unless something is really stressing him out.

From what I can see an arguement to get serious it would either concern two things his work or you are giving him a hard time.

Gojo is a man constantly swarmed with work so it means he'll barely be home but he tries to make up to you by texting or calling you randomly. If you feel neglected and try to push your feelings onto him I can see an argument happening.

Gojo hates arguing with the one he loves so he would calmly try to explain his situation and how he could make up for it, in his light hearted way. He would persist on being calm but if you're being really stubborn I can see him snapping and his words hurt a lot.

You either snap out of it and stop but if you continue arguing it's going to get ugly. Gojo is kind of man who is fuelled more by facts over feelings. Yes, it sucks he doesn't get to come home very often and he knows that and you pushing him isn't going to make things better.

Gojo could end up saying some mean things if he snaps, that's when he realizes what he's done and go somewhere to cool his head off. Don't go after him give the man some time.

Yes, it's going to be awkward for a while but Gojo feels guilty about it. Eventually he'll miss your touch and sheepishly apologize to you with a hug. If he has to leave for work he'll send over a bouquet of flowers with a note and text messages saying "he's sorry". Apologizing is hard thing for him but he's working on it.

If you on the other hand did something wrong, it's best take a few breathes or go cool your head off. Apologize to him earnestly and he'll welcome you into his embrace.

Once you've both calmed down suggest having a conversation around it, you both would have to state how you're feeling and come around to find a solution. Afterwards you guys would end up all mushy, trying to take the blame for what happened.

"I'm sorry Satoru, I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that..." "No, (Y/N) it's my fault I completely lost my cool..."

"I love you?" "I love you."

"I'll forgive you if you buy me cake"

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[mrsgiovanna]

A lineage continued (Don Giorno x Wife! Reader)

Awww this was such an adorable ask from a sweet nonnie, my heart was ready to explode. A small scenario looking at Don Giorno and his wife as new parents 🥺

Thank so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy hun 😘💕💭🐞

Wordcount: 1k

Your eyes shot open with the shrill cry of your newborn son. Before you could get out of bed to check on your crying bundle in the crib a few meters away a, strong pair of arms gently pushed your shoulders back down.

“It’s alright tesoro mio, I’ll get this, you rest,” Giorno’s voice was raspy with sleep, his eyes still half closed.

“It’s my turn though my love…”

“No arguments, go back to sleep, bella” kissing you on your forehead, he got out of bed to check on why Giordano was crying.

“There, there, let’s see what’s bothering you, Giogio. You’re lucky we don’t have neighbors, screaming blue murder at this hour” you smiled at how Giorno had his one-sided conversation with his son.

You thought you already knew everything there was to know about Giorno, but an entirely different facet of his personality had revealed itself when you had told him you were pregnant. He was nervous, the prospect of being entirely responsible for another human being would take some adjustment for any person, but there was so much more weighing on Giorno’s mind. He wasn’t just your average man; you weren’t an average couple… he wasn’t afraid of taking on responsibilities that most would run away from- between becoming the head of Passione at the age of 15 and wielding a completed requiem stand, one could say he held the world in the palm of his hand.

It has been 2 weeks since Giordano was born, and it’s served as a learning curve for you both, a tiring one, but you would not change it for the world. Watching Giorno learning and developing his own parental instincts has been ever so endearing, and fills you with pride when you think about all that he has been through and how far he has come, you knew that he was finally healing from his childhood trauma. Now you were just two young parents trying to navigate this scary new adventure of parenthood. It didn’t help that your son was a nocturnal baby, it was cute when he was still inside you, enthralling both you and Giorno with his maneuvers and kicks while you laid in bed, but this party-all-night, sleep-all-day routine Giordano had developed was running you both ragged now that he was here.

You felt the bed move slightly as you heard Giorno climb back under the covers with a slight groan.

“Is everything alright my love?”

“Yes tesoro, just a diaper change, come, you need to rest,” he said as he pulled you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck and fell asleep almost immediately, you were soon to follow.

Seeing that Giorno was still working remotely from his study and delegating a lot of his work to his associates, you thought you would let him sleep in for just a little longer while you fed your son on the rocking chair near his crib. Looking around your room, you think about how different everything is compared to just a few months ago, wide open modern spaces being replaced with cots, crystal ornaments with pacifiers, the chaise lounge with the rocking chair you currently sat on…

“Hey, you should have woken me as well, are you alright there bella?” you didn’t notice Giorno sitting up in bed, eyebrows furrowed, slowly stretching his body to get rid of the stiffness he must have felt from that interrupted sleep.

“Morning grumpy… hah, sorry… I wanted you to rest Gio, only one of us needs to be awake to feed him, besides, I wanted some mommy-son bonding time…” you said with a small laugh earning a smile from the tired don who was now standing over you, gazing at you both with a loving expression.

“Excluding me already? Unforgivable…”

“Well, what can I say? I guess he has us both wrapped around his chubby little finger,”

“I have a few conference calls today; I’ll be as quick as possible… will you be okay on your own?” Giorno asked with genuine concern.

“I’ll be fine, do what you need to do… besides, I won’t be alone, everyone here has been so helpful, you don’t need to worry so much, we’re just fine,” with that Giorno got himself ready, kissed you and Giordano and started his day. Every now and again, he gave himself a break to come and check on you and the baby, unsurprisingly, you had had things under control. In his quiet moments when you and little Gio were blissfully unaware of your surroundings, he would just watch you both. It felt surreal, that this little family unit was his own. He saw so much of himself in his son, from the eyes to that star shaped birthmark on his shoulder… Giorno was determined to give his son everything he possibly could, everything he didn’t get in his early childhood.

“Caro, would you watch little Gio for a bit, I just want a quick shower,” he was drawn out of his thoughts by your simple request.

“Of course bella, it’s okay take your time, the Giogios need their own bonding time, no girls allowed,”

“Very funny… you’re lucky you’re so handsome,” you hand over the baby and give Giorno a quick kiss before leaving the room.

Deciding to relax for a bit himself, the young father kicked off his shoes and got comfortable on the bed, placing the content baby on his broad chest. Unsure if it was the deep even breathing or the rhythm of his heartbeat, Giordano had fallen asleep almost immediately. it wouldn’t be long before the sleep tugged at Giorno’s eyelids as well.

Walking out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel, you weren’t ready for the scene that greeted you- both the Giovanna boys fast asleep on the bed. Your heart was so full it was ready to burst. Wanting to preserve this beautiful memory, you, very quietly, grabbed your phone and took a few pictures of them alone and a couple with you in as well. As you scrutinized the pictures you could see the evidence of your exhaustion, but what was even more evident in these pictures was the immense amount of joy you felt, after all… it was your entire world captured in one candid photo.