#She is such a good kitty and he deserves to have her affection (◡‿◡✿)

[xbraveheartx]

When you get max humanity, you get to hug and be nuzzled by Spring the cat 💙

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or off-brand gossip girl.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ this is a day late because i was celebrating midsummer with my family yesterday <3 i hope you like it!!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

"i was gonna go see her, but when i went to our meeting place, she was there with another guy, and left with him. then when i asked her about it, she lied. so i'm pretty sure he's hooking up with him and i'm the biggest fucking idiot on planet earth."

the gears in vivian's head turned, until the small smile on her lips slowly vanished when she finally realized why the story was so familiar. "holy shit." she mumbled, eyes as wide as saucers, "you're him."

"what?"

"you're MalachiConstant."

"how do you know about that?" rafe asked, his breath catching in his throat, "did she... she told you?"

"wait... you know who she is? like, her real identity?" vivian asked, the moment uncomfortably sobering for rafe, the boy looking away, "why haven't you told her?"

rafe sighs, turning to look out at the scenery in front of him, "you wouldn't get it." "well, stop being melodramatic and try to explain it to me." vivian rolled her eyes, making rafe let out a quiet chuckle.

"i'm afraid she's gonna think i'm a douchebag, or something." "she probably will. she can be judgmental." rafe's brows furrowed, "said with affection." vivian rolled her eyes, "but trust me, she judges herself a lot more than she judges anyone else. and trust me, she's not hooking up with anyone. it's adorably pathetic how obsessed she is with you."

"really?"

"i don't think i've ever seen her smile as much as she has after you two started talking. she's not good with guys, or even people in general but she really seems to like you. i have no idea what she sees in you, to be honest."

"gee, thanks." "but she's been overthinking a lot since you've been ghosting her. she's been going crazy worrying that you don't care about her and she ruined… whatever you two have going on. but rafe, i want you to seriously think this through. she doesn't trust people easily, and i don't want for her to have to go through heartbreak. so if you're just gonna… dump her when you get bored of her… please, just… let her be." vivian brought her hand to his shoulder. "cause if you hurt her, i'm cutting your dick off."

rafe let out a chuckle, nodding, "she... i don't know. she feels like the first person who really gets me. who really knows who i am, and wouldn't judge me." the boy took in a deep breath, "can i… ask you for a favor?" "no promises." "can you just… not tell her yet? just wait a bit until i feel like i can do it." "although i am fond of gossip, it's not my secret to tell." vivian took a chug out of her bottle, "but you should tell her soon. i think she deserves to know the identity of the random guy she's talked online who she's pretty much head-over-heels for. even if it's a douchebag like you." vivian grinned, stepping towards the patio door, "good night, no-longer-mystery guy." vivian's words make the boy snort, "night." he mumbled, the girl leaving the patio, unaware of the girl listening over to the conversation.

you were wrapped up in a blanket, 10 things i hate about you, you and vivian’s shared comfort movie playing on your laptop while angel was in your arms, the little kitty purring as you stroked her soft fur. you looked down at your phone, at all the texts vivian had ignored.

YOU: i'm so sorry.

YOU: i never should've said those things.

YOU: i was hurt and i took it out on you. it wasn't okay, but i hope you know how much i regret it. i miss you.

however, your wallowing in self pity was interrupted when you got a new notification from KildareUChats. you opened the app, your heart beating against your chest when you noticed that MalachiConstant had messaged you after a day of radiosilence.

MalachiConstant: im sorry ive been a dickMalachiConstant: and i miss youMalachiConstant: im drunk but im an idiot

you couldn't help the small smile that took over your lips, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. you kicked your feet against the mattress, letting out a quiet, excited squeal that caught angel's attention, "sorry." you mumbled, pressing a kiss on top of her head, before turning back to your phone, texting MalachiConstant back.

YOU: idiot. ❤��

you woke up to the sound of someone bursting into your room, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, until you noticed the flurry of pink hair entering your room, carrying white boxes that you immediately guessed were donuts.

"jesus, vivian!" you mumbled groggily, running a hand through your messy hair, "you scared me half to death…" "sorry, man." she giggled, putting the donuts down onto your bedside table, "i'm still a bit drunk from a party i went to last night." she crashed onto your bed, turning to look at you.

"i'm sorry about the things i said to you, viv." you frowned at her, your mind still groggy with sleep. the girl smiled, taking your hand in hers. "i'm sorry, too. boys are the stupidest thing to fight about. totally not worth it."

you chuckled softly, "well, speaking of boys…" "oh, god. mystery boy news?" "sorry, we don't have to talk about him if you don't want to." you feel your cheeks getting warm, vivian grabbing the box off the nightstand and placing it between you two; when she opened, your suspicions were proven correct. donuts. "if i'm gonna have to listen to your love life without yacking, i'm gonna need some donuts in me."

RAFE: hey

UNKNOWN: who dis?

RAFE: rafeRAFE: i asked top for your number

UNKNOWN: ok

RAFE: listen, i need some adviceRAFE: should i ask her to meet up again?

UNKNOWN: jesus christUNKNOWN: you asked top for my number for advice on my best friend?

RAFE: pls viv

VIVIAN: fine. then do it loserVIVIAN: and this time don't leave before she can get there. and tell top to not give out my number again.

rafe rolls his eyes and takes in a deep breath, going to KildareUChats, his heart racing in his chest; he types the message and erases it for about a thousand times, before he was finally satisfied with it, pressing enter before he could regret it.

MalachiConstant: hi, i know we were supposed to meet and i kinda fumbled it, but i wanted to ask if you'd be willing to try it again? i get it if it's too late but you can't blame a dude for trying. anyway lmk.

rafe's message was marked 'read' within seconds of him sending it; but several minutes ticked by with no response. maybe you were trying to find a way to let him down easy, or telling him you weren't interested… but soon enough, he got a response.

AnnabelLee: let's do it. monday, at 6pm in front of the fountain?

MalachiConstant: it's a date.

rafe ran a hand through his hair as he reread your message over and over again; he finally felt like he was ready to tell you who he was. even if things change.

monday morning came, but for some reason, you didn't feel nervous at all. if anything, it was like your stomach was bustling with butterflies, and you felt... ready to meet whoever you'd been chatting to online.

your earbuds were in your ears as you made your way towards your first lecture for the day, humming along to fleetwood mac's sara. you spotted vivian and zainab almost immediately, but the two girls didn't seem to notice you, too busy hunched over and looking at something on vivian's phone, giggles echoing around the classroom.

you made your way over to them, and as soon as you pulled your chair back, the two of them looked up at you in complete alarm. you let out a soft laugh, looking between the two with furrowed brows as you sat down, "who died?" but neither of your friends laughed, you started to feel unnerved, "did... did someone actually die?"

vivian and zainab shared a look, before sliding the girl's phone over to you. you picked it up, but as soon as you saw the screen, your blood ran cold. it was a post on KildareUBlindItems, and the subject was 'MalachiConstant'.

"what..."

'overheard at friday's party: football team captain and fraternity president with the initials r.c was telling a certain pink-haired party girl that he's secretly into some chick he met online who he hasn't even met. he goes by MalachiConstant. no one seems to know who the mystery girl is.'

your eyes widened as you re-read the post, starting to put the pieces together... you turned to look to vivian with your jaw clenched in anger, unable to bite your tongue.

"rafe cameron is MalachiConstant? and you knew?"

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

As a crazy cat lady, may I offfer...

Eddie who has always loved cats, how free and soft and elegant they are, how they purr and close their eyes in affection, how they make him forget all his worries and stress. He's loved them ever since a neighbor's cat found him crying behind the trailer after he got bullied for his new haircut, the last gift from his shitty dad before Eddie got whisked away by the social services. The cat ignored his sniffling and jumped in his lap, plopping herself over the bony knees and thin thighs, and when she started rubbing her face against his scraped palm, Eddie felt complete.

He can't adopt one yet because he lives with Wayne who is allergic. Wayne offers to take antihistamines but Eddie refuses, he doesn't want to inconvenience him in his own home. Still, he dreams of one day sometime in the future, a small apartment of his own and at least two cats who will greet him when he comes home.

Eddie finds himself volunteering in a shelter and when a new cat café opens, he jumps at the opportunity. He is hired and spends his days taking of their cat ensemble and preparing delicious coffees. Cats help him be less jittery and more grounded, so it's a win win. Eddie loves this job.

Enter Steve Harrington, an insanely handsome man who stops by to make a reservation. Eddie is his usual flirty self, although he expects Steve will bring a date and that's the end of that. But then Steve leans to Eddie and asks: "Listen, uh...I will need some help."

Suppressing an internal groan, Eddie asks: "what, do you need me to drop an engagement ring into the coffee or something? Because can do, but it needs to be sanitized first."

"Oh no. Not that, no..." Steve runs his fingers through his hair and even though it looks like a nervous gesture, Eddie is seconds away from a cuteness induced nosebleed. "Not at all. I just...I have a little sister, you know? I mean, my adoptive dad is fostering her and she's the kindest girl you've met, but she had it rough in her original family. Apparently there was something involving animals and...she loves cats so much, but is terrified of hurting them. She would never!" he clarifies when he sees a frown forming on Eddie's forehead. "It's just that whenever she showed affection to any animal, her biological father made sure it would get hurt or at least chased away. And that's gone, that man is in jail and I just...I want to show her that it's okay to love animals again. That she can pet a purring cat without worrying about its safety."

Eddie just stares at him with mouth open. "That's...wow," he says. "Sorry. Processing."

Steve does the hair thing again and laughs and Eddie thinks that this man deserves a brother of the year award, yep, he'll ask Gareth to 3D print one right fucking now. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to dump all that on you, but I had to be honest because this is a big deal to her. To me as well. Just...listen, I like cats a lot, but I'm not the best at interpreting what they mean, their body language and all that. And I really need Jane to have someone here that can tell her what to do, when she's doing a good job...someone who will protect the kitties if she messes up. Her words. I know it's a lot to ask, but..."

But Eddie shushes him. "Say no more, big boy. I'll be here and I'll give the young lady the cat experience of a lifetime."

Eddie used to think he couldn't love his job any more. But with Jane's uncertain smile and big eyes, her incredulous squeal when a cat chose her for the first time, when she kept asking Eddie for specifics of each cat in his care - "which one is more shy, which one likes to be picked up, which one is a picky eater?" - he thinks he's finally found his calling. Steve beams at him and comes back the next day with a bag of approved cat treats for the cats and a box of chocolates for Eddie as a thank you, then asks him out for a dinner - "if that is even appropriate, shit, sorry, I don't want you to feel pressured or something, this is your job, I get it, but I just really admire you and you were amazing to Jane, uh, and the stuff you say about cats is so interesting I'd just love to hear more". Eddie's heart flutters like the traitor it is and he thinks - maybe this is someone I could adopt a cat with one day.

And unsurprisingly, he's right.

[yvesssssssss]

Hey!! Your writing puts me to sleep every time I swear. May I suggest shin, heiisuke + whoever you want, with a chubby!reader who’s never been properly loved? And when they give her love, and spoil her with gifts and affection she tears up maybe? Sorry I suck at explaining things. Take your time and take care!

Sakamoto days men with a chubby s/o who's never been properly loved

Thank you so much bb!! I hope you like it!💞💞 Have a good night/day🫶

Nagumo yoichi

You should have known he was planning something when he walked into your place with that dangerous glint in his eye—the one that usually preceded a prank, a fake identity, or a grocery list of mischief.

But instead of chaos, Nagumo handed you a shopping bag.

Several, actually.

“What’s this?” you asked, cautiously peeking inside the first one. A hoodie. Soft pink. Sanrio-themed. Your size.

Then the next bag: a heart-shaped mirror compact. Then: a Hello Kitty blanket. Then: a little box with sparkly earrings shaped like strawberries.

You blinked. “Nagumo...?”

“I figured it out,” he said smugly, flopping dramatically onto your couch. “You don’t know how to be spoiled. So I’m fixing that.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“Nagumo, this is too much. You don’t have to do all this. I mean—why would you?”

He tilted his head, all casual mischief and unspoken affection. “Because I want to. Because you light up like a sparkler when you talk about cute things. And because it pisses me off that no one’s ever looked at you and thought, ‘Yeah, they deserve the world.’”

You swallowed thickly, hands tightening around the bag.

“No one’s ever done this for me,” you murmured. “Not without expecting something in return.”

“Well, lucky for you,” he said, scooting closer and poking your cheek, “I’m not everyone.”

Your eyes welled up, and you tried to laugh it off. “God, I must look pathetic.”

“You look adorable,” he corrected gently. “And for the record? I bought extras in case you cried. There's a backup blanket and some emergency gummies in the bottom bag. I'm not a rookie.”

You laughed—half-sob, half-giggle—and let the tears fall, overwhelmed by a love that didn’t come with rules or reservations. Just gifts and jokes and a boy who saw every soft inch of you and decided, with absolute confidence, that you were worth spoiling.

He wrapped the Sanrio blanket around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest as if you belonged there.

“Yoichi?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered, resting his chin on your head. “Just let yourself be loved, for once.”

Shin asakura

It was just coffee. That’s what you told yourself.

Just coffee, just a muffin, just a boy with soft eyes and a heart that made you feel like breathing didn’t have to be a chore.

“Here,” Shin said that morning, holding out the to-go cup with both hands like it was some sacred offering. “I remembered you said you liked it this way.”

You stared. The smell hit you first—vanilla, cinnamon, a hint of warmth you didn’t think you deserved. You hadn’t even told him directly. It was just a comment weeks ago, about a café you walked past once.

“...You really remembered that?”

Shin shrugged, ears pink. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Your fingers wrapped around the cup slowly, hesitant, like it would vanish. “I didn’t think—people usually don’t... I mean, I’m not really the kind of person people go out of their way for.”

Shin’s brows furrowed, and for a moment, the air shifted. His voice, usually gentle and full of awkward pauses, came out firm. “Don’t say that. Not around me.”

He reached into the paper bag in his other hand and held it out with a sheepish smile. “Also, I brought you those muffins you liked. Blueberry crumble and the smiley-face chocolate one. The barista thought it was for a kid. I told her it was for someone way cuter.”

Your throat closed up. Not from the sweetness, but from the quiet ache that followed it.

You didn’t know how to handle kindness like this. Not when it came with no conditions. No punchlines. No “if you lost a little weight” at the end of a compliment.

When you sat beside him on the couch, muffin untouched in your lap, you tried to thank him, but the words got stuck behind the lump in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered instead, wiping your eyes.

“Don’t be,” he said gently, shifting closer until your shoulders touched. “You don’t have to thank me. You deserve it.”

You looked down at your hands, holding the muffin like it was something fragile.

“No one’s ever... done this kind of thing for me.”

Shin leaned in just slightly, voice low. “Then I guess it’s my job to do it from now on.”

You didn’t speak after that. Just sat in the quiet, his sleeve brushing yours, the warmth of the coffee cupped between your palms. And for the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel like you were asking too much just by being there.

Heisuke mashimo

Heisuke had been acting weird.

Well, weirder than usual. Flinching when you got too close to his bag. Spinning excuses when you asked why he was hunched over his workbench every night with colorful threads and a stubborn frown.

“I-it’s just target practice!” he stammered once, red in the face. “With... fabric. For like, stealth. Or something.”

You’d nodded, suspicious but amused.

Then, one rainy afternoon, he showed up at your door with a large cloth bag tucked beneath his arm and a nervous grin that twitched like a faulty light switch.

“I, um... made something for you,” he said, eyes wide. “I was gonna wait for your birthday. Or like, a holiday. Or an asteroid impact. But I couldn’t—so here!”

He thrust it toward you like it was a live grenade.

You opened it carefully.

Inside was a handmade plushie.

The stitching was a little uneven. One of the button eyes was slightly too big. The body was soft, stuffed with love and probably too much cotton. It wore a tiny, clumsy version of your favorite hoodie. A scribbled-on tag near the ear read: You're my comfort, so I made you a comfort too.

Your breath caught.

“I know it’s not professional or anything,” he rushed on, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. “And maybe it’s dumb—like, who gives someone a stuffed animal when they’re not a kid, right? But I just thought... I dunno. You always give me this warm feeling, like... like I don’t have to aim so hard to hit something good.”

You clutched the plush to your chest.

“Heisuke,” you whispered, “I love it.”

He blinked. “You—you do?!”

You nodded, tears welling, because no one had ever made something for you before. Not like this. Not just because they wanted to. Not because you earned it or begged for it or promised to shrink yourself small enough to fit into their idea of worthy.

“I... I’ve never gotten anything like this,” you murmured, voice breaking. “I always thought I had to look a certain way or be a certain way to deserve affection. But you just—”

“I like you the way you are,” Heisuke said quickly, cutting you off. “I like all of you. No edits. No asterisks.”

The plushie’s soft cotton pressed into your cheek as you held it tighter. Heisuke scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you.

“If you want, I could make you another one,” he mumbled. “With a little rifle. Or a matching hoodie. Or—hey! A tiny me to go with it—like a duo!”

You laughed, tearfully and warmly. “I’d like that.”

He smiled so hard his eyes crinkled. “Yeah? Cool. I’ll get started tonight. Might even give mine a tiny sniper scope.”

You hugged him.

It was the kind of hug that felt like home.

Heisuke hugged you back just as tightly, whispering into your hair, “You never have to change for me.”

Uzuki kei

Uzuki never said "I love you" the usual way.

He didn’t shower you with dramatic declarations or hold your hand in public just because he could. Love with him was subtle, like a second heartbeat—steady, quiet, ever-present.

Like now.

You sat curled on his couch in an oversized sweater (his), quietly flipping through a book he left for you on the coffee table. It was always like this: silent gestures, thoughtful timing, a warm mug placed by your elbow before you even noticed you were cold.

And then there was today. The tiny box.

You found it beside the mug, unwrapped, unannounced, with a ribbon so carefully tied it could’ve only been done by someone who thought it through a hundred times.

Inside: a custom necklace. A charm shaped like a star. On the back, etched in his neat handwriting:

“You make the dark a little softer.”

You stared at it. Breath stilled.

"Kei," you whispered, unsure if he was even still in the room.

He stepped into view, hands in his pockets, unreadable expression on his face—but his eyes never left yours.

"Do you like it?" he asked, voice calm, measured. But there was a flicker of tension in his jaw—like he was bracing for rejection, even now.

“I—” You touched the charm. It was warm. “I love it.”

A pause. Then softer: “Why?”

“Because no one’s ever looked at me and seen something beautiful enough to put into metal,” you murmured, eyes burning. “Not like this.”

Uzuki was quiet.

And then, slowly, he crossed the room and knelt in front of you, his pale fingers reaching out—not to touch the necklace, but to cup your cheek with an almost unbearable gentleness.

“You don’t see yourself the way I do,” he said, tone steady but eyes storming. “You think you’re too soft. Too much. Not enough. But I’ve never once looked at you and wanted to change a single thing.”

Your lip trembled.

“I’ve spent most of my life surrounded by silence,” he continued. “But it’s different when you’re here. Peaceful, not empty. I never knew silence could feel warm until you filled it.”

You couldn’t help it. The tears slipped free—quiet, stunned, and raw.

No one had ever loved you like this. Not fully, not without asking you to be smaller, quieter, less visible.

Uzuki wiped your cheek with the side of his thumb. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You can cry.”

And when he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice dropped low, just for you.

“I’ll keep saying it in every way I know how—until you believe me.”

[ilikekidsshows]

Sorry, I gotta rant for a sec and I don't know where else to go to cause I don't want Mari stans to come for me.

I just hate it so much how Revelator had Marinette only be supportive of Cat Noir being more than her obedient and insignificant shadow that only breathes to make her look and feel good NOW that it served her selfishness.

Others already pointed out that Marinette said that she KNOWS Cat wouldn't agree with keeping this from Adrien and yet she's making him do it anyway just so she isn't faced with any consequence if her own actions, even when hardly any if this is bout her so people would move in from her rather quickly to instead help Adrien.

I also hate how manipulative it feels how she got Cat Noir to do it. He voiced actual concern if wiping out the memory is ethically right and she just deflects from his valid point and tells him that he's a good person while taking his hands and putting them on his heart, telling him to trust himself.

I hate that so much. I hate that Marinette always dials up the violence or affection whenever she wants Cat Noir to settle for something bad or lesser than he deserves or wants him to just do whatever she wants and not be questioned or called out for it. I hate how CONSISTENT that is and how weaponized her touch feels by now.

I hate that the show has me dreading any time Marinette touches Cat Noir now because no matter if its violent or affectionate, it's almost always done by her to get her way. It didn't use to be like this.

She doesn't talk or give actual arguments, explanations, compromises or whatever. She just dials up the violence or affection with a little line or two about what SHE needs or deserves, how right she is, or say something that makes the viewers think "oh wow, she's such a loving person, she should get her way 🥰" even though she's being selfish and dismissive of everything but her own will time and time again.

Alya at least gave Cat Noir an actual reason for why using his powers like this is good under these circumstances, but Marinette just immediately took the hands of the person she knows has feelings for her, has low self-esteem and always puts her first and went "your such a good person, Kitty. Believe in yourself, there is always room to grow 🥹"

Idc if they meant to write her like that, she's making all my alarm bells go off because of how manipulative this is in nature. Stop deflecting from the point he made and stop touching him while saying long overdue nice words you only ever say to get something out of it. It's disgusting. I wanna save Adrichat from that girl.

And i hate how the show just says that Marinette would have apparently never let Cat be more than her submissive Hype man to make herself look better if it hadn't been for her wanting to avoid facing such a big aftermatch in SEASON 6. Apparently, it had to go this far for her to finally not prioritize keeping Cat as small and controllable as possible.

How am I not supposed to hate that? It's written to be selfish to the core. Even if you wanna be generous and say that Marinette has been feeling bad all this time for how she's been keeping Cat small and thinking he's too stupid and incompetent to do anything else because she beat that into his head over and over again to get her way, then I'm sorry but no? I'm not gonna hate this any less cause she's still only NOW acting on her guilt from making him feel like her stupid pet who shouldn't even try to be anything because he would just be in the way and a bother.

Gabriel didn't do that. LADYBUG beat that into his head all season 4 and she is too much of a coward to make up for it because it would make him less beneficial and controllable for her so she just kept him thinking so lowly of himself as long as he does it quietly so she doesn't have to feel bad for not ever supporting him back.

Her only now acting on that guilt in Revelator is not the loving thing I've seen Marinette fans claim it is cause she's literally only doing it for her own sake, not for his. Idc if she's proud when he successfully evolved his powers, shes a selfish coward for only doing it NOW when encouraging him to try being more than the pet she tamed him into being is of more benefit to her than keeping him small.

That's not loving and caring. That's selfish and I want Maribug to be kept away from Cat Noir with a restraining order. Clearly she won't ever be written again to just show kindness and support because Cat Noir deserves it, she only does it so she can get something out of it or when the universe as good as forced her to do so.

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Of course Marinette believes a good person can do no wrong because only having good intentions matters. That's how she justifies practically everything she does, especially everything she does to Cat Noir. She’ll lie to him, browbeat him to submission or push every emotional weak point she knows he has to get her way, but it's okay because she's a good person and she's only doing it for the greater good.

Also, like, this isn't even the first time Marinette manipulates someone in season 6. It's said something happening twice can still be a coincidence, but three times is a pattern, and we do have at least three examples of emotional manipulation from three different episodes of season 6 alone. And we only have a handful of episodes for the season out! Either we got some really weird luck with the episodes that have come out so far, or Marinette is doing a lot of this shit in season 6. We'll see.

In ‘Illustrhater’ Marinette only asks Alya to be the backup Guardian after Tikki has gone through the whole ceremony of gifting her a Kwagatama. Alya was cornered into accepting or she'd be offending both Tikki and Marinette by Marinette herself. In ‘Sublimation', Marinette wobbles her lip at Sublime and whines about her being scared of not being worthy of being her friend, basically fake crying until Sublime not only forgives her, but agrees to be her friend and cater to her comfort, because Marinette created a situation where anyone not willing to come across as a jerk would feel pressured to reassure her that she's worthy of friendship. And now, we have her practically love bombing Cat Noir until he stops refusing to do what she wants.

The writers are just too consistent about the ways Marinette mistreats the people around her for me to be comfortable with any of it.

[sabreclaws]

Okay, here we go again. Sabretooth and Mystique (1996).

As a fan of Victor Creed who feels he deserves more nuance than just "homicidal killing machine," this isn't starting off great.

And then she immediately calls him a "sick pup" and "stupid." Yeah, my evil big boy is not getting the respect he deserves.

Stuff happens. It appears Mystique is running this show and Victor is going along with it for some reason, and then she gives him some additional reasons.

Some exposition for you nerds who, like me, are interested in backstory.

Yeah, I read that bit of X-Factor, actually. X-Factor (1986) circa issue #136. Or at least, #136 was where Victor mauled X-Factor and made his escape. So this is set a bit before that.

Well, I have bad news and good news. The bad news is, it's a cliqued comic book. The good news is, at least it has BDSM-like eye-candy in the flashback.

It appears that Mystique is out for revenge for Destiny's death and/or to fulfill a promise to her.

Also, Victor is being a perv. Mystique is rightly annoyed.

(... The reactions are a little weird to me though, because this is published after the 1993 mini. And in that one, it's established that Mystique pretended to be a woman named Leni and had a relationship with Victor. Not that I expect Mystique to put up with this shit, but she's also acting like this is totally out of the blue.)

(Can I just say that, as a Cable fan, the fact that Destiny's real name is Irene throws me for a loop every time I read it? Irene Merryweather, what? Oh, right, the other Irene. Irene Adler.)

Pretty...

I'll admit, twitchy kitty who scratches things Victor Creed does match my headcanons...

This is the most comic-ish panel I could possibly imagine 😂 a moat 😂 filled with piranhas 😂

I've gone an issue and a half without pasting in a panel, because absolutely nothing riveting has been going on. Blah blah blah evil villains blah blah Hydra blah blah A.I.M. etc. etc. vengeance.

Oh really?

So in a surprise twist, the comic actually allows Victor some redemption?

Eventually then win and the world does not end in a thermonuclear cloud of death.

And then Mystique tricks Victor into putting the X-Factor control collar back on. (Because that way this mini can happen without affecting main canon. 😜)

And that's literally the end.

Overall: did not like, do not recommend.

Victor: killer evil brute without a backstory, but perhaps with a tiny shred of humanity (or self-interest) such that he'll stop the apocalypse. But he doesn't want anyone to know, because that's how evil he is. (I say, tongue firmly in cheek.)

[lillardshusband]

FNAF movie character headcannons!!!!!!

William:

•was a heavy smoker for years. Quit when his doctor said he had a high chance of developing lung cancer

•never physically hit Vanessa, but yelled at her loud enough to give someone a headache

•most pictures of him (including wedding photos and Vanessa's graduation picture) he is wearing the Spring Bonnie head

•very high functioning autistic, but refuses to get checked for it despite many telling him to

•doesn't like pet names like 'bunny' or 'baby', likes to call his s/o things like 'my love' or 'sweetheart' and 'darling' old fashioned things u feel me

•if henry emily exists in this universe they definitely had a one night stand and never talked about it ever again

Mike:

•before being prescribed his sleep meds he for sure took too much benadryl once and saw the horrors

•if the movie took place in current day he would totally put on those baby sensory videos to go to sleep

• tried an edible once and never again (he took too much and deeply regretted it)

•tried to draw with Abby but is so bad at it that he rage quit

•is a fiend for little ceasars crazy bread

Vanessa:

•promised herself she would make her dad get the punishment he deserved

•hates being belittled so much that it is one of the reasons she became a police officer

•hates pizza because of how often she had it as a child. Gags if she even tries to eat it

•really likes hello kitty a not normal amount but is super secretive about it

•super against cigarettes and weed (anything smokeable really)

•so touch starved but refuses to ever ask for any sort of affection

•her fav animatronic is Chica because Susie was her best friend (Susie doesn't remember their friendship but still loves Vanessa anyway)

Abby:

• this kid is autism central. High functioning but has a real rough time making friends because she finds it very hard to understand social cues.

•grows up to be a professional artist and paints super beautiful portait commissions. She makes BANK.

•a boy at school tried to kiss her and she punched him in the face for it

•really loves spongebob. Mike hates it but lets her watch it anyway

•favorite crayola crayon is Dandelion

•likes the stereotypical green alien a lot

Freddy:

•just a tad bit stupid. Silly guy though

•lowkey annoyed by Foxy but doesn't say anything about it

•loves to take Mr Cupcake and throw him across the room to piss off Chica

Foxy:

•really likes when dad rock n roll is on. If he could he would sing along

•fav band is ACDC

•Chica is his bestie. They gossip about the nightgaurds

•used to have a bird named Cracker that was perched on his shoulder. It got destroyed by a child right before the pizzaria shut down for good

Chica:

•loves food. Big foodie. Doesn't really like it when it messes up her circuts and servos tho

•her cupcake is her baby actually they are inseparable

•has broken Freddy a couple times for throwing Mr Cupcake

•loves Britney Spears and No Doubt. unfortunately william does not so he doesnt play it often

•the least agressive. doesn't like killing gaurds but does it once in a while to feel something

Bonnie:

•has killed the most gaurds out of all of the animatronics

• has a little crush on Chica but doesn't wanna admit it because "girls have cooties" and "she has really bad cooties"

•feels kinda bad for Mr Cupcake when he gets lowkey abused by Freddy

•has broken quite a few pieces of furniture while chasing gaurds

Golden Freddy:

•kinda like the mom friend of the animatronics

•really wishes Abby couldve stayed with them, really enjoyed her company and energy

•very quiet compared to the others

•hates when the others fight, very annoying to him

Ness:

•wierdly knowledgeable on Freddys. Did a lot of research online about the case and is super invested in it

• loves his job even though the pay isnt the best

•whenever he gives a table the check he always gives them a little piece of chocolate before they leave

Aunt Jane:

•the living embodiment of Karen

•thinks that Abby is a little jerk (incorrect opinion btw)

•wine mommy

Max:

•she wanted Mike so bad bruh

•very cringe millennial coded

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Seven — Robert Oppenheimer + praise kink, ddlg

Pairing -> cillian!robert oppenheimer x reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), okay so this wasn't as dd/lg as I intended, affair, cheating, blowjob, kinda bitter and sad, biblical reference to Eve and the apple

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Robert Oppenheimer's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to insult him or his family in any way. This is about Cillian Murphy's portrayal of him in the movie Oppenheimer. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Robert’s place was small, but it was comfortable. There was a couch and some nice wallpaper, and down the hallway was his room, with a bed that fit the two of you like a puzzle piece. It felt like home, a place where you and him could live one day, together and married, like nothing else in the world mattered.

“My wife’s not home,” he said, and you got a little annoyed at the mention of Kitty, even though you knew you shouldn’t. If anything, she should be annoyed at you, at the student who always took up Robert’s office hours, the one who came over every week for dinner to talk about ‘quantum physics’, the one who was fucking her husband.

Said husband wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, leaving kisses down your neck. “My pretty girl,” he murmured. “My pretty, little girl. What did I do to deserve you?”

A feeling of guilt washed over you, but you ignored it, like you did every time he touched you. You wondered if he was doing the same.

Robert picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bedroom. You told him he didn’t have to that, but he insisted. He liked it when you were in his arms, a helpless damsel he could please and love and protect.

Once he was in position, you got down on your knees and pulled out his cock. He was hard, and you wasted no time slipping his length into your warm, wet mouth, just the way he liked it.

Robert moaned softly. “So good,” he praised. “You do it so well. Don’t stop.”

You didn’t, and after about a minute, he wrapped your hair like a ponytail and started pushing your head up and down, making you gag and sputter as he deepthroated you.

He was very gentle about it, despite the fact that he was making you choke on his cock. His pace wasn’t fast or rough, rather generous, like he was trying to drag the moment out for as long as he could.

He pulled out and came on your face, the cum dribbling down your cheeks. He spread it across your lips, revelling in the sight of you looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes.

He kissed your forehead and after taking a breather, he was hard again. He placed you on top of him. “Go slow, okay? We have all night.”

You did as he asked. You sunk onto his cock, letting yourself get used to the size before you started rocking against him, hands on his shoulders, eyes shut. At this pace, you could focus on the way his length pushed in and out of your pussy, the way your walls clenched around him and sucked him in deeper. When you dropped all the way down his pube hairs would brush up against your soft skin, but you didn’t mind it at all. It just made the moment feel all the more real. 

Was it wrong if it felt so good? How could your feelings be a sin? You were only showing your affection to the man you loved. And you did love him. You loved him ever since you walked into his class, ever since he started whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re mine,” he growled, pulling you closer to him. It was sweaty and warm, skin up against skin, his heartbeat thumping against yours. “My little girl. Mine.”

“Yours,” you whimpered, picking up the pace, desperate for release. “All yours.”

It was at that moment that you had to accept that while you were his, he would never be yours. He was a forbidden fruit, an apple, and you were the foolish girl who decided to take a bite. You and Robert were never going to be together in the way you wanted, you were never going to get married. He had his wife, and you had your future ahead of you. He would never divorce Kitty, and you would never sacrifice your education because of his reluctance.

You continued fucking Robert into the night as he left breathy moans against your ear. You both wouldn’t last, it was certain, but for the time being, you could pretend it would. 

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[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Heya 👋

I discovered your account a few weeks ago and I fell in love with your twisted wonderland x house of mouse AU and I also started posting about this AU merged with my Twisted Wonderland AU 😊

Alas here is my question

I'm a huge jungle book fan, so I'm curious how they see Yuu in your AU

Hope you have a wonderful day/night 😊

I LOVE JUNGLE BOOK SO MUCH - it's actually one of the only instances where I like the movie more than the book (mainly because the books are super depressing - though it is lowkey funny how book!Shere Khan has the exact same death as Mufasa)

So I'm setting the HoM!AU as post-Shere Khan's defeat and pre-Mowgli going to the man village.

Literally all of them ship Yuu with any Savanaclaw Student

So I've said it before but Mowgli's family - Raksha, Rama and his brothers - absolutely adore Jack. They all like to roughhouse with him it's adorable. I personally headcanon that he's twisted from Mowgli's wolf father which is why he's not as villainous as his peers and also why he has a strong sense of justice - plus why he's close to his younger siblings.

Mowgli and Yuu are best friends. He and his brothers welcome her to the pack the same way they welcomed Mowgli and Jack. Raksha's mother instincts are blaring when she sees her so she joins the other animal Disney mums like Sarabi, Duchess and Mama Jumbo in doting on her with maternal affection.

Bagheera (Disney's OG good kitty before Simba - I literally love him so much he has my heart) is like Yuu's cool uncle. He is such a dad (even though his first instinct was to eat baby!Mowgli when he first saw him), the moment he sees Yuu he's like 'must protect'. Seing a mancub that he wouldn't get grey fur babysitting is such a relief and he spends most of his time just chatting with her and preventing Baloo and the rest of his cast from corrupting her. I have a twst!Bagheera OC that Yuu befriends and he's like this cool senior that warns her of dangers of possible predators.

Baloo is ecstatic to have another mancub to impart his wisdom onto :D (lowkey think that he would be friends with Timon and Pumbaa since they have similar life philosophies of taking it easy and stuff). Yuu thinks of him similarly to how she thinks of Coach Vargas - fun uncle who means well and she probably shouldn't get any advice from.

Kaa tried to eat her when he first met her but was then stopped by Minnie and Bagheera. Yuu's learned her lesson with Jamil when it comes to staring into the eyes of a snake. He and Sir Hiss are snarky snake besties and get snek cuddles around her neck privileges.

Shere Khan with Yuu is: No mancub allowed *sees Yuu* one mancub allowed. He's like a platonic tsundere where he pretends he doesn't like her but still loves it when she gives him head scritches.

I feel like Shere Khan has a love hate relationship with Scar. Tigers are actually stronger than lions are and have been known to beat them in fights even though Scar is, by twst lore and probably also Disney lore, a more important figure and much above SK in the villain pecking order so there would also be that whole fighting instinct over the hierarchy between them. This fighting instinct is also included in the whole Custody Battle™ because they both keep on making jabs at the other's expense (Shere Khan likes to say that Yuu deserves better than some lion whenever Scar is near him). The two of them are also best friends - it's hilarious. It's also funny to watch them gripe about Tigger and Prince John who they both consider the embarrassments of their species.

The elephants are cool. They hang out with the other Disney elephants (like the ones in Dumbo and Lion King). I forgot his name but that baby elephant that Mowgli befriends is totally bffs with Dumbo and the two of them like to play with Yuu and Mowgli together.

[blossoming-mind-palace]

I wanna read it

Okie dokie. This one is sfw with 752 words.

Chung Mei is obsessed with cats and everyone around her knows this. She was a “crazy single cat lady” when she passed, so it’s only natural that her love for the fuzzy little critters carried on to her next one. The only problem is that they get most of her attention, meanwhile Chung Myung feels neglected.

“Are you going to sit in the corner and glare at us all day?” The young-looking lady asks him, and he clicks his tongue as a response. His arms are crossed and he keeps bouncing his leg while he sits in his corner. It’s clear that he's agitated about something, but it’s taking Chung Mei too long to figure it out.

She decides to not comment on it. He may not want to talk about it, amd she doesn't make his attitude worse by pressing further. She ignores him and picks up one of her feline friends. Its coat is black and white, he's chubby, and loves eating. Due to his appetite, Chung Mei named him Cow. Most people tell her that it's a ridiculous name for a cat, but she doesn't care.

The pudgy woman holds Cow up to her chest as if he's a baby and cradles him in her arms. His purring reminds her of an engine when she scratches at his chin, and he has a pleased look on his little kitty face. “Who's the handsomest little man in the world? You are! Yes, you are, you chubby little Cow!” She whispers to him in her baby voice. Just being in the same room as her beloved pets makes her mood improve exponentially, so she's elated when she gets to spend her free time with them.

Chung Myung scoffs and, thinking that all of her attention was on the cat, rolls his eyes at the scene. That fat fuzzy bastard is spoiled rotten! he thinks while watching Cow get all of the affection that Chung Myung deserves. Little did he know, she witnessed him roll his eyes and is starting to get concerned.

“Is there something wrong, hun?” “Nothing's wrong!” He replies hastily. She follows his gaze and notices what he's glaring at. A slight grin appears on her face when she asks,”Chung Myung, are you actually jealous of my cat?” “No, I just think you give him too much attention!” “Well then, where should my attention go?” She asks while struggling to hide her growing grin.

He turns his face away from her and his leg bounces faster than before. She sighs and puts poor Cow down; she'll have to spend time with him later. Chung Mei makes her way over to him, looks down at him and requests,”Will you look at me?” He stays silent and doesn’t look at her. She realizes what she'll have to do.

“Look at me? Pretty please?” Chung Mei asks in a sickeningly sweet accent. She catches his eyes flickering towards her for a second, but his gaze leaves as quickly as it arrived. His leg has stopped moving and his shoulders are relaxed. Chung Mei decides that she’s tired of being ignored, so she lays it on thick.

She grabs his chin between her thumb, index and middle finger and gently turns his face towards her. His cheeks are warm and there's an adorable pout decorating his face. His eyes widened slightly at her sudden boldness, because she normally has a meek temperament. This is another new trait of her’s that he has discovered ever since they started dating. Chung Mei as a friend and Chung Mei as a lover are like two different people. One is docile and mousy, and the other is bold and needy.

Her index and middle finger start gently scratching under his chin, and it feels unexpectedly good to Chung Myung. She uses her other hand to push one side of his face onto her bosom, and the look on his face can only be described as ‘absolute pure bliss’. Chung Mei starts petting his hair with that same hand, and he looks like he's about to fall asleep.

“This is what you wanted, right?” She asks, and hears a faint “Mhm” come from him. After a few more seconds of comfortable silence, Chung Myung wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her a little closer. She decides to get comfortable by sitting on his lap before her petting turns into a scalp massage, and he tenses up when her plush thighs land on his lap.

[cocoscurios]

The Hour, the Spot, the Look, the Words Chapter Commentary

Chapter Twenty: The Keenest of All Anguish

“There certainly was some great mismanagement in the education of those two young men. One has got all the goodness, and the other all the appearance of it.” “I never thought Mr. Darcy so deficient in the appearance of it as you used to do.” I love that Jane came out and said it. She's not the pushover fandom makes her out to be.

Elizabeth could not get Jane’s words out of her head. She heard the reproach in them. It was Jane, so it was a gentle reproach, but it was there still, and Elizabeth took it seriously. Honestly, Jane is such a better person than I am, because I would've given Elizabeth a little shake YEARS ago. She had been ashamed of herself before, but this brought it back afresh. If even Jane could acknowledge that Elizabeth had been prejudiced... 

“I never thought Mr. Darcy so deficient in the appearance of it as you used to do.”

How much more would Elizabeth have liked Darcy if he had flattered her in the way Wickham had? She did not know that she would have been particularly fond of him - he was still so reserved and haughty - but she almost certainly would not have disliked him so much.

Well, she thought wryly, look at how flattered I am by his proposing, without even liking him at all! Of course I would have overlooked many things, had he admired me more openly. Mary plants the difference between vanity and pride early on, then Elizabeth comes out and explicitly scolds herself for her vanity, and yet some people still don't recognize the way P&P condemns Elizabeth's behavior AT LEAST as much as it does Darcy's. The fact that she also has to learn and grow is what makes her interesting and one of literature's very best heroines-- and it's why the relationship between E&D is Austen's most popular.

She had not realized before the strength of her own vanity, and how easily she could be worked on by those willing to exploit it. She had not realized how quickly she could be deceived by outwardly charming appearances.

None of these realizations made her feel any more comfortable.

Hadn’t she been just as silly as Kitty and Lydia, in her own way? Hadn’t she made just as much of a fool of herself?

I have been worse. Kitty and Lydia have only made spectacles of themselves. I have been gleefully abusing a man, across several counties, to anyone who would listen. And why? Because I was offended one time at a ball and let myself become unreasonable. 

She got out of bed, no longer able to lie still with her own shame and embarrassment. She paced up and down the room, her face burning, her stomach sour with guilt. She had certainly been unjust to him. No matter how much she disliked him, he hadn’t deserved half of what she had said to and about him.

She would probably never meet him again, there were no real amends that she could make, but she had to learn from this. She could not repeat this mistake again. I just love the parallels. Neither Elizabeth nor Darcy changes FOR the other; they don't expect to see each other again. Instead, they each see their faults clearly after making disastrous mistakes and change FOR THEIR OWN BETTERMENT, using what they learned from the other as their motivation. And they find each other in the end and live happily ever after because it's Austen, and the mutual improvement is poignant because it's a novel, but let's give them both credit where it is due-- they each took the initiative to change their behavior because it was the right thing to do, NOT because they were trying to win the other's approval and/or affection. Which is so much better.

***

Georgiana had been looking at him warily all evening.

“Is something wrong, Fitzwilliam?” she asked timidly.

He had been staring out at the room without taking it in.

“No,” he said, forcing himself back into the present. “Nothing is wrong.”

“You seem… displeased.”

“Not at all.” He tried to smile at her. “Do not fret on my account.”

She seemed unconvinced but said nothing for several minutes. Darcy returned to his own disagreeable thoughts.

“Are you upset with me?” she asked finally. “Is this about… are you thinking of Ramsgate?”

“No!” Darcy all but yelped. Georgiana stared. “No,” he said more calmly. “I am not upset with you, and I am certainly not thinking about Ramsgate. I have told you that you are not to blame for any of that.”

Georgiana looked close to tears now. Darcy went to her and took her hand.

“I am upset with myself, for something entirely unrelated. I have been--” he hesitated. “It does not matter now. You have done nothing wrong. Do not worry yourself over my ill humor.”

She smiled, a little tremulously, and went off to bed.

He would need to keep an eye on Georgiana. She was still plainly suffering from the events of last summer. We don't talk enough about how fresh Ramsgate is at the beginning of P&P and how that might be contributing to Darcy's Darcyness when he gets to Hertfordshire. There were still very few glimpses of the girl she had been before Ramsgate. The thought left him both angry and grieved. How much George Wickham had destroyed! He ruined everything he came in contact with. He had traumatized Georgiana, slandered Darcy, and poisoned Elizabeth Bennet against him. 

Wickham did not make me say what I did about her family. He did not make me insult her. He did not separate her sister from Bingley.

Wickham had certainly not helped, but Darcy had made quite a big enough mess on his own. 

He buried his face in his hands, frustrated and humiliated. Why couldn’t he be warmer with people? Less haughty and supercilious? Make more of an effort with those outside of his own set? No matter how ridiculous Elizabeth Bennet’s family was (and they were ridiculous), he should have been just as considerate to them as he was to his friends, and servants, and tenants. He had his own ridiculous relations. Their higher rank did not make them any less so. And now seems like the time to take a stand on Shy!Darcy! He's not shy. He's never given any indication of shyness, no matter how certain actors have played him. He's reserved. He doesn't know how to relate to people who aren't in his class and circle and doesn't make an effort to try. He's not a natural people person, and while he's not always socially comfortable, he's not shy. Georgiana is shy. There is a difference, and Austen makes that difference quite clear in the book. 

He should not have spoken to her the way that he had. He had been insulting, unfeeling, offensive, and to a woman he professed to love! He was horrified by his own conduct. No wonder she despised him.

There was very little chance of their ever seeing each other again, but he had taken her words to heart. She had shown him things about himself that needed to change, and he would change them. There was clearly no winning her now, and she would never get the chance to witness his improvement, but he would alter his behavior because of her. Because of her (and how she opened his eyes to his conduct), not for her.  He owed her that much.

[thewrothode-if]

Questions for all the Ros ••

1) have they ever hurt anyone before (intentionally or not)and if yes,how do they feel about it?

2)Did they break anyone's heart before?(intentionally or not)and if yes ,also how do they feel about it.

3)do they have any scars?and if yes, where and what caused them?

I'm hyped up for this IF,good luck!

1. Have they ever hurt anyone before (intentionally or not) and if yes, how do they feel about it? Thyra: She most definitely has! As the eldest of seven, she has had her moments where she knocked some sense into her siblings, on purpose and not. She never regrets doing it because she justifies it by saying they deserved it. Let’s not forget, she’s also a shield maiden, one out of very few, so she had her dealings with murder while going on raids. She tries her best with not killing, but sometimes it has to happen and she won’t let herself cry about it. She is a viking after all and this is what they do.

Gungir: He has trampled into a few people on accident more than a few times and because of his great height the damage was sizable. He’s pretty clumsy for a viking… For small things such as these, he feels very sorry over. He will apologize profusely and won’t stop until he knows they’re okay. Once again, he is also a viking so he had gone on many raids himself. He has killed more than a few people, though only ones who had raised their sword against him. He has no need to go after innocent bystanders. He doesn’t feel sorry for the people who he fought against, they entered the battle and lost, this is the price to pay.

Raud: Poor Raud, he has hurt many people for many reasons that are too spoilery to say. He does not let himself justify the killings and wallows in sadness and anger most of the time, a punishment he gives his sinful self.

Anne: No murder here, though she has stepped on a few cat paws and felt very deep anguish over it. The poor kitty couldn’t leave until she spoiled it rotten with fish and pets for days on end.

???: As I said, red flag. As a child he did do some ant killing and felt giddy when he saw their squished bodies. One thing though, he never murdered anyone himself he only [REDACTED]. :)

2. Did they break anyone's heart before? (intentionally or not) and if yes, also how do they feel about it.

Thyra: She has. There were many boys who tried to court her in her youth, but she never liked any of them. She’s a tough one to catch and when she sees a trait she doesn’t like, she will drop you. When she thinks back to the days she flat out rejected the boys, she can’t help but smile a smile of humor.

Gungir: He had a long relationship with one woman in his younger days, but she ended up leaving when she understood he couldn’t give her what she wanted. For many winters after that, he stayed depressed, but soon forgot his sadness and now looks back with a bitter happiness at the fun times they shared together.

Raud: No broken hearts from him. He doesn’t socialize with most and once again spoilers.

Anne: She has also broken many hearts, though not necessarily broken because the fool who tried to court her didn’t expect to fight so hard on this matter. She was young, he wasn’t. There was no way she was getting married to someone like him and she’s glad he gave up so easily.

???: Broken hearts all around. He sleeps with all the women and some want more, but they are fools if they do. He plays around with their affection for him, then kisses other women in front of them. How many times do I have to say this? He’s crazy!

3. Do they have any scars? And if yes, where and what caused them?

Thyra: She has a couple scars here and there, most prominent one is sat in the space between her neck and right shoulder from first time raiding, you could say it didn’t go well.

Gungir: Once again, viking, so he has scars on his torso, shoulders, thighs and hands. The one he likes to show off most is the one on his right hand. It’s big and still red. It was the scar that almost led to him losing his middle finger.

Raud: Scars everywhere. Spoilers on where and what they were from, but I can say whoever gave them to him deserve death.

Anne: No scars. She’s spotless except for the small cut on her pointer finger. She tried to cut some bread, but it didn’t go well…

???: He has a set of scars scattered on his thighs. He was a weird child with a knife and I mentioned he liked blood right?

[spinning-feeling]

(I suppose since Susie was recently mentioned in a reblog of my sister's art, it's only fair i should make a post talking about the goobers lmfao)

Monster Prom AU; Starring Trifecta and Susie

Lore under the cut!

Trifecta was once human, ages upon ages ago - he became God thanks to a ritual which ended in suicide, which one could dub a "Hatchet Incident" - Through this ritual, he was an Existential Blasphemy, something that should not be, but is, thus through that paradox, he is both as Old as reality itself, and merely a young adult. For a while, he lived in old ruined buildings before moving in with Kiah (@fishy-moirails's Sona) and becoming roommates, and in time becoming as close as Siblings - said bond also leading to a Pact made with Kiah's Partner, Oz/Calculester, as to make sure she cannot Die; her soul being under the protection from whatever outside forces seek her, be it heaven, hell, other Gods, or even Father Death himself. As time passes, his powers grow, and deeper does the paradox go; now having an entire interdimensional mansion to himself, and being able to summon Eldritch Servants; all these powers serving as proper preparation for that which he'll save all those within his favor from: The End of The World, by the Trumpeteer's clarion call.

Susie Stiles is part of a rich family of, funnily enough, Dollmaking Dolls; each member crafted with the utmost care and attention, given special abbillities and powers exclusive to them, and fit with a pristine little gemstone on their chest, one that best represents them - Susie was created from stretchy fabric and a special plastic, her abillity being to stretch her arms and legs, and her gemstone being a heart-shaped spinel; beautifully crafted by a one of the four matriarchs of the family... who turned out not to care for her at all, despite taking all this effort, time, and care into making her. And despite her pristine form, because of her maker and caretaker, and her dissappearance, she didnt see herself as too good looking - Trauma gave her self and body image issues. And yet, despite all That, she still tried to go her own way, make her own lot in life, and see where it takes her - That, and she really enjoys being a Punk, gives her a sense that she has some control over her life after so many years, not to mention the aesthetic really fit her.

Both end up meeting in Spooky Academy, becoming friends, and in time, even partners - Trifecta helping Susie out through her personal issues, offering her loving solace, and in turn Susie shows him that this "mortal" life isint all that bad, that even as God, he deserves kindness and love.

Not to mention, of course, the fact that just by being with Trifecta, and sharing affection with him, she practically elevated herself to a very high status lmfao - She'll be the very first one saved when the Trumpeteer comes calling, lovingly left in the safety of the interdimensional mansion, while her beloved takes care of the Threat of Heaven, and He-Upon-The-Golden-Throne.

Now, for some Trivia!

Susie and Kiah are very close friends, thanks to Trifecta; so close in fact that they've become an iconic duo in of themselves, "The Godslayer Girls" - they even have matching shirts! As for how they got that name, Kiah once had a playfight with her brother in a parking lot and won, and Susie? Well, let's say she has a certain effect on ol' 'fecta, which causes him to almost literally melt thanks to Susie's flusters lmao

Nenaavi, Trifecta's eldritch "pet" cat, aided as a kind of emotional support when the Eldritch Nerd helped the Punk Doll through her issues - The kitty fed on her emotions, and acted silly as to boost her mood - Funnily enough, Nenaavi's doing the same for Kiah as well

Kiah claims that Trifecta cheekily helping out her relationship with oz/cal is him watching a Soap Opera - Funny then, that kiah as well has a Soap Opera to watch, with Trifecta and Susie, only diffirence is that their's is a hell of a lot more wholesome, and filled with a lot of lovingly teasing flusters lmfao

[kazylgon]

1, 5, 12 for each of your OCs for the ask game! :3

:3c

hoo boy this got kinda long

1. Who are they closest to? How did they meet and what do they like to do together?

(lots of broad strokes for this one because i'm still figuring a lot of these details out)

Rin: NO ONE. Rin is close to NO ONE. She is a LONE WOLF who doesn't need ANYBODY!... It's Talynn, but she'll never admit it. They met when Talynn got caught up in a crime Rin committed, likely some kind of theft. Rin was getting chased by authorities, passed off the stolen goods to Talynn to get away, Talynn ran, and Rin later tracked her down later to get her stuff back. They've been unable to get rid of each other ever since. Their favourite things to do together are getting into trouble/literally anything other than that depending on who you ask.

Talynn: Her parents. They were Mighty Heroes and the moments she cherished the most were when they'd hold her close, let her hold their weapons, and tell her stories based on their exploits.

Scraps: Physically? Rin, Talynn, and Zedd. Emotionally? No one. Scraps does not care for people beyond how they can contribute to Scraps' experiments.

Zedd: The first thing Zedd remembers is waking up in a hole in the ground and wandering along the nearest road until he was taken in by a family of traveling tinkers. They taught him everything he knows about people, the world, morality, and so on. He stayed with them for several months until they arrived at the first big city he'd encountered, at which point he got hopelessly lost for several weeks and by the time he regained his bearings they'd moved on. He loved playing hide and seek with the family's two children (he was amazing at hiding, terrible at seeking) and "helping" their parents with their tinkering work. (His help was quickly reduced to 'hold the pliers, sit over there, and hand me the pliers when I ask for them' but it was still important work in his mind)

5. How affectionate are they? What are their top love languages?

Rin: Not very. She was conceived and raised for the sole purpose of serving as a magical battery for her mother, then ran away and lived on the streets of various cities, so her emotional availability to give and receive affection is...basically zero. Rin spending any time with someone without having a plan to escape and/or murder them is serious affection coming from her.

Talynn: Touch and acts of service. Talynn wants to hug everyone and run her fingers through their hair and do whatever she can to make their lives easier. She wants to be the kitten right at the centre of the big kitty pile. But she has self worth issues, and occasionally transforms into a barely controllable monster with a hunger for warm flesh. So she rarely indulges in giving/receiving affection for fear of not being deserving of it and/or horribly maiming the person she's getting close to.

Scraps: Scraps can seem very affectionate. Scraps will curl up on people's laps at a moment's notice the instant the temperature starts dropping, and Scraps will show interest in whatever it is someone is doing and will seem engaged and ask all manner of questions, and various other things that might seem affectionate. But there's no emotional component to this. Literally every single thing Scraps does is to serve their own survival and further their own knowledge/experiments. The closest thing Scraps has to a love language is involving someone in an experiment while also ensuring said person doesn't get horribly maimed.

Zedd: There's so much affection in this idiot. He just wants to be loved and love other people in turn, doesn't matter the love language. If you express affection at him he will return in in the same way tenfold. Give him a gift and you'll start finding your pockets filled with all manner of random stuff that reminded him of you. Perform an act of service for him and you could ask him to kill someone for you and he'll probably do it if you say please a few times.

12. Are they hot-headed or even-tempered? What frustrates them the most?

Rin: The hottest of hot heads. Emotional regulation? Fuck off and die. Anger is a binary setting for her; she's either not angry and everything is fine, or she's angry and someone might die. Her biggest frustration? People trying to control or manipulate her. You try and gaslight her and the only light being shed will be from your body after she sets you on fire.

Talynn: She seems very cool and in control and even tempered but that's mostly just the dissociation. There's such a chasm between Talynn and her emotions (because of the whole turning into a flesh eating monster when angry or scared) because she's trying so very, very hard to not feel anything. She can deal with any frustration almost indefinitely as long as it's coming from an external source, but the second it comes from herself or her own thoughts or actions it's a major source of frustration, the flesh eating monster thing is undoubtedly her biggest frustration in life.

Scraps: Scraps approaches every situation in life with the same calm, cold logic. Scraps is in perfect control of Scraps' emotions at all times. Nothing frustrates Scraps, every possible frustration is just another exciting puzzle to solve.

Zedd: He's very even tempered in that he barely knows what's going on most of the time. He can be prone to random mood swings because of this, as when he actually beings to understand what's going on he can unexpectedly start Feeling Things about things, and occasionally those feeling come from a place hidden by his amnesia.

hurrrghghghg okay i think that's everything

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

“Yes! Tell me he’s spoiling you the way he’s spoiling us today.” You shrank back in your seat a bit. It wasn’t that it was the first time you were the center of attention with your friends, but it overwhelmed you specifically since it concerned Bucky. “Well, he bought me this outfit. And he has bought me a ton of books since I love to read,” you answered. You weren’t about to say that he transferred a ton of money into your account. “And on our first date he gave me a diamond necklace.”

Oh no being the center of attention is bad, but because of Bucky, the person that she wants to not really think or talk about? Arguably worse

“We all know you aren’t going to flaunt any gift he gets you, but you should’ve seen the way he looked at you. He had hearts in his eyes,” Gina smiled. You tried to smile back. There were hearts alright, along with some darkness that they weren’t aware of. “I’m surprised he even looked at us.” “Yeah, he’s… kind of intense like that,” you said. That was the word you’d go with. “Intense isn’t necessarily bad.” Addison scooted closer to you. “And you’re happy, right? He treats you well?”

Intense is one way to describe it...

If being treated like a doll, having you followed, and showering you with affection while messing with your head was meant to make you happy… “He thinks we’re soulmates. That we were meant to find each other and be together. It’s… a lot,” you said carefully. “I haven’t had anyone who seems to need me the way he does, especially so quickly.” “Soulmates? Wow,” Addison said. “I can see why you’d say it’s a lot.”

And with a lot she really means A LOT

“Ahh! You beautiful slut! Thigh riding is so hot!” If anyone ever needed a hype girl or enabler, Dana was the one to call. “And what are you waiting for?! Let him fuck you and eat your kitty. Do it for us.”

Do it for us lmao

“Hey. There’s nothing wrong with waiting,” Addison promised. Of all of your friends, she’d snap if Bucky ever hurt you. “You wait as long as you want.”

Period

“I’m texting my man and telling him you got a diamond necklace.” Dana quickly typed something on her phone. “He needs to step up his game.”

Fair hahha this is the only way to use Buckys affection for good 😅

You were on the verge of tears. They were happy for you, but didn't seem to notice your discomfort. You didn’t blame them. Not at all. It was your fault for not being truthful about the true nature of your relationship. That wedge you imagined Bucky was trying to drive between you and your friends felt real and they didn't even know.

💔💔💔

“Wow. If you’re considering that it’s either because you’re going along with what he wants or you really care about him. I hope it’s the latter,” she said, her brows pinching in concern. “But, listen, if you aren’t ready for that, he has to understand you haven’t dated in some time and you should go at the pace that makes you feel comfortable. I’m sure he’ll understand and it shouldn’t change how he feels.”

She's a good friend 🫶🏻

Your words caught in your throat. The pace wasn’t yours to control, even if Natasha said you had power. There was no choice in moving in and you wish you could blurt out every single thing that transpired, but the words refused to come out. Because all you could think about was what would happen to Addison, and she didn’t deserve any kind of pain.

This just breaks my heart 💔

You blinked tears away before you hugged her. You were lucky to have a friend like her. “A frying pan? What happened to a shovel?” you teased. “Frying pan is more accessible,” she teased back, giving you a squeeze. “Now let’s go. We have some wine to try.”

Fair 😅

You inhaled. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. Everything went back to him, and you had to say something. “You know what I should tell her?” You smiled as they listened expectantly. “I should tell her that even though Bucky is rich and handsome and could have anyone he wants, he stalked me and coerced me into being his girlfriend. You think her head will still explode, or will she just laugh?” The table went silent as you sipped your wine before they burst out laughing. A few heads turned your way from the sound, and you didn’t crack a smile when Ray made eye contact with you. Had he heard what you said?

Iconic!! Let it out!!

“What?” Bucky growled. He could be angry all he wanted. You didn’t care. “This isn’t something to argue about or negotiate, I need you safe and-” “Safe? You need me to be safe?” you asked, trying to stay calm amidst the storm inside you. “Has it occurred to you that the entire reason I’m not safe is because of you? That the only reason Zemo even cares about following me is because I’m your girl?”

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“But you didn’t, Bucky. You didn’t let me know what I was getting into. One look at me and you made the decision for me and sealed my fate,” you continued, looking sadly at Ray. “So while I’m thinking of you today like you wanted, I want you to think of me and that target you painted on my back and my loved ones. And think about if you really love me the way you say you do.”

I love that she makes him rethink his choices! Not sure how useful it is but still!

“I’m finishing the day with my friends. Ray will stay here with me. I also need to go to my place before I go to the penthouse,” you said. If he wanted you there so badly, he could bend a bit since you were in no direct danger at the moment. “And don’t expect a happy conversation like we had this morning.”

Good for her!

You stared at your own glass, dread filling your stomach. You felt perfectly fine, but they looked tired. Was it possible that someone slipped something in their drinks or food? Did Ray do something or did Bucky set something up in order to make you leave? Or were you just being paranoid?

Oh no 🙈

You read the message twice. A flat tire? You were about to type back to Bucky that you already left the limo when you heard a familiar voice by the elevator. “It’s about time you got back.”

Not good😬

Hold You Tight: Part 19

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 18 | Series Masterlist | Part 20

Chapter Word Count: Over 4.2k

Chapter Summary: Your day out with your friends isn't as relaxing as you want it to be.

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, drinking, suspected drugging, reference to stalking and violence, your friends are cheering you on, inner turmoil, stubborn reader, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! Thank you again for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-in-darkness . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You wished you could say you breathed easier as the limo pulled away, but you didn’t. You felt Bucky’s piercing eyes on you, watching until you were completely out of sight. He still wasn’t “out of sight, out of mind.” He made sure you’d think about him, and Ray was following in his vehicle. Even glancing quickly at the limo partition you could see that it was cracked. Was the driver one of Bucky’s men?

“Okay, so your new boyfriend is stupidly hot and loaded,” Dana said, her eyes darting around the limo. “You should be proud of yourself. Holy shit.”

“I should be proud of somehow snagging a hot and loaded guy?” you laughed a little. You always told yourself money wasn’t a factor as long as the love was there.

“Yes! Tell me he’s spoiling you the way he’s spoiling us today.”

You shrank back in your seat a bit. It wasn’t that it was the first time you were the center of attention with your friends, but it overwhelmed you specifically since it concerned Bucky. “Well, he bought me this outfit. And he has bought me a ton of books since I love to read,” you answered. You weren’t about to say that he transferred a ton of money into your account. “And on our first date he gave me a diamond necklace.”

The girls gasped. “Clothes, books, and a diamond necklace?! Yeah, be proud and fucking flaunt it,” Dana encouraged. She had to be half teasing since she knew that wasn’t your style. “Gina, Addison, back me up here.”

“We all know you aren’t going to flaunt any gift he gets you, but you should’ve seen the way he looked at you. He had hearts in his eyes,” Gina smiled. You tried to smile back. There were hearts alright, along with some darkness that they weren’t aware of. “I’m surprised he even looked at us.”

“Yeah, he’s… kind of intense like that,” you said. That was the word you’d go with.

“Intense isn’t necessarily bad.” Addison scooted closer to you. “And you’re happy, right? He treats you well?”

If being treated like a doll, having you followed, and showering you with affection while messing with your head was meant to make you happy… “He thinks we’re soulmates. That we were meant to find each other and be together. It’s… a lot,” you said carefully. “I haven’t had anyone who seems to need me the way he does, especially so quickly.”

“Soulmates? Wow,” Addison said. “I can see why you’d say it’s a lot.”

You could’ve hugged her. Maybe she saw through some of the charade. If she did, that could also put her in danger if she spoke out.

“Or maybe he just knows what he wants and he’s an all in kind of guy,” Dana commented. She had no idea. “Wait! Have you two had sex?!”

“No, we haven’t had sex yet,” you answered. Just him jerking off over the phone and some heavy petting and jerking off again with you nearby. “But he really wants to sleep with me and I did ride his thigh,” you mumbled.

It was still clear as day in your head, how he encouraged you to get off, his lips against yours. You didn’t want to think about it, but Bucky got his way and invaded your thoughts. It was inevitable.

“Ahh! You beautiful slut! Thigh riding is so hot!” If anyone ever needed a hype girl or enabler, Dana was the one to call. “And what are you waiting for?! Let him fuck you and eat your kitty. Do it for us.”

“Hey. There’s nothing wrong with waiting,” Addison promised. Of all of your friends, she’d snap if Bucky ever hurt you. “You wait as long as you want.”

You were trying to wait, but it was only a matter of time before you had to sleep with him. “It’s just…”

“Are you worried that his feelings will fade once you two have sex?” Gina asked.

“I’m not worried about his feelings diminishing,” you said with complete sincerity. His feelings wouldn’t waver, even if his actions screamed love-bombing. “I just… I guess I never pictured myself dating someone who owns a nightclub. He just seems out of my league.”

And he was someone who had very dangerous ties.

“No, we don’t put ourselves down here. Every league is your league, and he should be honored to be your guy.” Dana clapped her hands together. “Ooh! What if we do a big date night at his club? We bring our guys, and we can all hang out?”

Your eyes widened. “I… Maybe,” you replied. It would just be another chance for Bucky to charm them, and it felt like you’d be asking him for a favor by letting your friends in. He’d probably love it.

“I’m texting my man and telling him you got a diamond necklace.” Dana quickly typed something on her phone. “He needs to step up his game.”

You were on the verge of tears. They were happy for you, but didn't seem to notice your discomfort. You didn’t blame them. Not at all. It was your fault for not being truthful about the true nature of your relationship. That wedge you imagined Bucky was trying to drive between you and your friends felt real and they didn't even know.

“As fun as it is talking about Bucky, maybe we can talk about something else?” you smiled, nudging Addison. You didn’t want this whole day to be about Bucky and your relationship. “Your big day is getting closer.”

“Yes, it is,” she smiled.

You relaxed in the seat when the conversation shifted to the wedding and found yourself smiling and laughing through the rest of the ride. Bucky still lingered in your mind since he’d be at the wedding. The nice part was that since you were in the bridal party, he couldn’t spend the entire day with you.

“We’re here!” Addison smiled as the limo eventually came to a stop.

You were the last to get out and you took a deep breath. The winery was the perfect mix of relaxation, beauty, and good vibes. The lush vineyard stretched across the hills, and you wished for a moment you could run through them and disappear. The sun on your face brought you back to the present and made you smile, and you couldn't wait to sample some wine with the girls. You had a right to enjoy your time.

“You coming?” Dana asked.

“You two go ahead. We’ll be right in,” Addison said, linking her arm with yours and leading you away from the limo. You tensed up only for a moment when you saw Ray’s vehicle in the distance. It didn’t look completely out of place though since there were other cars and people around. “Okay, what’s up? You seem on edge.”

“I do?” you asked. You thought she didn’t notice, and you should’ve known better.

“Yeah. Is it work? Or is it about Bucky?” You tensed up again. “Did you think we wouldn’t like him?”

“No, that’s not it. It’s just a lot really fast, that’s all,” you said, leaning in to whisper, “I didn’t want to say it in the limo, but he wants me to move in with him.”

She stopped walking. “Whoa. Okay, that is fast, but some couples do move quickly in whirlwind romances, so I wouldn’t say it’s completely out of the ordinary. Brady and I knew right away that we wanted to be together,” she said. What she had with Brady was pure, and you could’ve possibly had that with Bucky in another life. “Maybe Dana’s right that he just knows what he wants and he wants to go all in.”

“He’s very much all in,” you agreed.

“Are you considering moving in with him?”

“Maybe,” you said. Bucky was going to force his hand either way.

“Wow. If you’re considering that it’s either because you’re going along with what he wants or you really care about him. I hope it’s the latter,” she said, her brows pinching in concern. “But, listen, if you aren’t ready for that, he has to understand you haven’t dated in some time and you should go at the pace that makes you feel comfortable. I’m sure he’ll understand and it shouldn’t change how he feels.”

Your words caught in your throat. The pace wasn’t yours to control, even if Natasha said you had power. There was no choice in moving in and you wish you could blurt out every single thing that transpired, but the words refused to come out. Because all you could think about was what would happen to Addison, and she didn’t deserve any kind of pain.

“And if I do care about him and want to move in?” you asked.

“You know we’ll support whatever you do, but think about it carefully because that’s a big step. And if things go south, you tell us right away so we can help,” she said, giving you a small smile. “He may be your boyfriend, but you’re still my best friend and I was here first. I’ll smack him with a frying pan if he messes up.”

You blinked tears away before you hugged her. You were lucky to have a friend like her. “A frying pan? What happened to a shovel?” you teased.

“Frying pan is more accessible,” she teased back, giving you a squeeze. “Now let’s go. We have some wine to try.”

Ray kept a respectable distance from your table and didn’t make eye contact as he pretended to read while sipping his drink. You were glad for that since your friends didn’t seem to take notice of him as you all ate and sampled various wines. Though you were having a great time, you hardly drank a drop. You wanted to stay on guard in case Bucky decided to crash the outing.

“Oh, we need to take a bottle of this home,” Dana said, pointing at her empty glass. “And where the hell is your cousin?!”

“She bailed.” Addison rolled her eyes. “That's exactly why she’s not in the wedding party. I can’t rely on her.”

“That and she’s a bitch,” Dana said unapologetically while pointing at you. “We know she would’ve said something shitty about you and Bucky, and we don’t need that bad energy.”

You scoffed. Addison’s cousin was the type who always had to one-up someone or try to tear them down so she felt better about herself. You tried to see the best in others, but you were admittedly glad she wasn’t there today. “I’m sure she’ll have something to say at the wedding.”

“If she does say anything, don’t listen to her,” Addison urged. “Or say something back to shut her down.”

“Rub it in her face how hot and rich Bucky is,” Dana grinned, nudging you with her elbow. “Her head will explode.”

You inhaled. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. Everything went back to him, and you had to say something. “You know what I should tell her?” You smiled as they listened expectantly. “I should tell her that even though Bucky is rich and handsome and could have anyone he wants, he stalked me and coerced me into being his girlfriend. You think her head will still explode, or will she just laugh?”

The table went silent as you sipped your wine before they burst out laughing. A few heads turned your way from the sound, and you didn’t crack a smile when Ray made eye contact with you. Had he heard what you said?

Dana laughed so hard she wheezed. “You don’t understand. I need you to tell her that just to see the look on her face. Please. I beg of you.”

“And make sure Bucky’s in on the joke, too,” Gina giggled.

Your heart sank. Their safety came first, but the reaction was another reason you didn’t say anything. Who would possibly believe you? He was a rich and powerful man and you were merely a florist. “Maybe I can say something that’s not quite so dark,” you smiled.

Addison stared at you curiously before she shook her head. “You and your sense of humor,” she teased, drinking the rest of her glass. “But if you could shut her up, I’ll be thankful.”

Your phone dinged before you could respond, and you almost spit up the little wine you had when you saw a message from Bucky.

“Call me. Now.”

Direct. No sweet words. Oh, no.

“Is that your loverboy?” Dana wiggled her eyebrows.

“As a matter of fact it is and he’s asking for me to call him. Do you mind if…”

“Go. We’ll be right here,” Addison smiled.

Your legs felt a bit rubbery as you walked outside and took a look around to make sure no one was nearby. What if he had a bug in your phone and he heard what you said? Oh, God. You were so stupid.

Pressing his name on your phone, you let out a shaky breath when he immediately picked up. “Kotyonok, I need you to come back,” he replied, his tone stern. Upset.

You swallowed. God, he did hear you. You could convince him it was a joke, right? No one had to get hurt. “Why, what’s wrong?” you asked, your tone remarkably calm. “We aren’t done with our samples.”

“You were followed to Addison’s this morning by one of Zemo’s men. Ray and I both spotted him.” There were muffled noises in the background. “I just finished… talking to him.”

“I was followed?” you whispered, your heart sinking for a completely different reason now. The day you went out with your friends someone followed you? “What did he want?”

“I can explain more later, but he had a ‘look, but don’t touch’ order. I broke his fingers anyway.” You closed your eyes. He sounded proud of himself. “I have some business to attend to for the rest of the day and I have to go to the club after, which is why I need you back at home.”

Ray appearing behind you almost made you drop your phone. “Jesus, Ray,” you gasped, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, briefly resting a hand on your shoulder. “Boss messaged me to bring you home.”

“Yeah, I’m talking to him right now,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “And I’m not going home right now. I'm not leaving.”

“What?” Bucky growled. He could be angry all he wanted. You didn’t care. “This isn’t something to argue about or negotiate, I need you safe and-”

“Safe? You need me to be safe?” you asked, trying to stay calm amidst the storm inside you. “Has it occurred to you that the entire reason I’m not safe is because of you? That the only reason Zemo even cares about following me is because I’m your girl?”

“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know I painted the very target on your back by falling for you? I’m well aware of that fact, but I’m also the one who can keep you safe.” He sounded almost as vulnerable as he did when he talked about his mom. “So just… come home.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek. Home. “You know, there are a lot of dangerous people out there who have families and loved ones. And I’m sure some of them are blissfully unaware of what goes on behind the scenes, but not all of them are. Some are very well aware of what their partners do for a living because they were told what they were getting into.”

“Kotyonok-”

“But you didn’t, Bucky. You didn’t let me know what I was getting into. One look at me and you made the decision for me and sealed my fate,” you continued, looking sadly at Ray. “So while I’m thinking of you today like you wanted, I want you to think of me and that target you painted on my back and my loved ones. And think about if you really love me the way you say you do.”

“I do love you,” he breathed. It would be nice to believe that. “Come home, please, and we’ll talk when I get back from the club.”

“I’m finishing the day with my friends. Ray will stay here with me. I also need to go to my place before I go to the penthouse,” you said. If he wanted you there so badly, he could bend a bit since you were in no direct danger at the moment. “And don’t expect a happy conversation like we had this morning.”

One step forward, two steps back.

“I’ll just be happy that you’re safe,” he said, which only infuriated you more. You couldn’t make out what he ordered to someone else, but the muffled noises picked up again. “Leave in thirty minutes. The driver will drop your friends off and he’ll take you to the apartment. Ray will take you home from there.”

“Two hours,” you stated just to be stubborn.

“One hour,” he countered. “Or I’ll drive there myself.”

You huffed, but didn’t want to test him. “Fine. I’ll leave in one hour.” The girls would understand if you made some excuse.

“Thank you,” he exhaled. He really did sound relieved. “I love you. I’ll see you later this evening.”

You waited a beat. “Think about what I said.” Ray waited patiently as you hung up. “Have I told you that your boss is a pain in the ass?”

“He certainly is, but he is correct that your safety is important,” he agreed, gently stopping you before you went back inside. “If you aren’t in the limo in one hour, he will come after you.”

“I know,” you sighed. Bucky would be dramatic like that. And protective. “Someone was really following me?” you asked in a small voice. Bucky had no reason to lie unless he was trying to get you away from your friends.

Ray nodded solemnly. “It could’ve been to report your movements back to Zemo, but I’d have to ask the boss for more details since I didn’t get to interrogate him myself.”

“I do appreciate you both spotting him,” you complimented, even if Bucky violently handled it. You shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Of course.” There was a ghost of a smile on his face. “You were wrong, you know.”

Your brows pinched. “About what?”

“Your strength. You handled that well all things considered,” he answered.

“You’re only saying that because you can’t read my mind,” you said. It was a mess. But you hadn’t broken down or cried, so that was a plus.

For a moment you thought he’d laugh, but he merely nodded to the building. “Better go join your friends before they miss you.”

“Thanks, Ray,” you whispered, putting a smile back on your face as you walked back inside and headed back to the table.

Addison held up two fingers. “You missed two more rounds of samples.”

“I guess I'll have to catch up,” you teased. “And would anyone object to leaving in an hour? Bucky’s planning a romantic evening for the two of us, and I need to stop by my apartment before I head over to his place,” you said. It was partially true. “If you all want to stay, I’ll get an uber and you can take the limo.”

“An hour’s fine.” Dana blinked a few times. “Anyone else tired? I’m a little tired.”

Gina covered her mouth when she yawned. “Yeah, I am, too.”

“I feel fine,” you said, frowning when Addison yawned, too. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but a nap sounds good right about now,” she said, pushing her now empty glass away and checking the time. “It is kind of late. It’ll be night time when we get back.”

You stared at your own glass, dread filling your stomach. You felt perfectly fine, but they looked tired. Was it possible that someone slipped something in their drinks or food? Did Ray do something or did Bucky set something up in order to make you leave? Or were you just being paranoid?

“Is everyone okay?” you asked. It felt like too much of a coincidence that they all felt tired after you came back to the table. “Should we just leave right now?”

“I’m fine. I was just up really late last night,” Addison answered. Dana and Gina nodded in agreement.

“Maybe we should cut back on the samples and stick with water,” you suggested.

“You’ve always been the sensible one,” Dana said, resting her chin in her hand. “But can we still buy some bottles?”

“Yeah. As many as we want,” you promised. Bucky did say he’d spoil you, so why not?

Exactly one hour later, you were back in the limo with the girls and plenty of bottles. Unlike the ride over, the ride back was much quieter. You thought Addison would fall asleep on your shoulder at one point and Dana actually did fall asleep at one point for a few minutes. They somehow didn’t stumble on the way to the limo, and it would’ve impressed you if you weren’t so worried.

“Are you sure you girls are okay? Should we go to the hospital?” you asked.

“Why would we do that? We drank more at my bachelorette party than we did today. We’re fine,” Addison assured you. “You worry too much.”

You had good reason to worry. “This sounds crazy, but did you drug my friends? I need to know if I should take them to the hospital.” you messaged Bucky. If he did something to them…

He typed something back right away. “How could I possibly drug your friends when I wasn’t there? Is everyone okay?”

Did he actually care? “I’m fine, but they’re very drowsy and I’m worried.”

“Ray kept me updated and he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. None of Zemo’s men were there. I didn't do anything either. Did any of them complain that they were dizzy? Nauseous? Did anyone pass out?”

“No, but it could've been something like Benadryl to make them drowsy and get me to possibly leave faster.” Or punish you by mentioning the stalking thing, if he knew, and show you that his reach expanded beyond the city.

“That’s a very creative method to get you to leave, but lots of wine can make anyone drowsy and I have no reason to do that to your friends. I think our conversation may have scared you a bit since Zemo had someone watching you and you’re understandably worried for your friends.”

You looked around at your friends. They did drink a lot more wine than you, and drugging people didn’t seem to be Bucky’s style. Zemo’s men weren’t there. Maybe you were being paranoid and the girls really were just tired. Being part of Bucky’s circle just made you question everything.

“Okay. I’m trusting you.” You had to.

“Thank you. Your worry aside, it sounds like you girls had fun though from what I heard. Maybe the next day out can be at my club. Could be fun.”

You gasped. Did he know what Dana suggested? No, no, no. You weren’t falling down that rabbit hole, and didn’t send any texts back for the rest of the drive.

Brady and the other guys were waiting on the curb when the limo stopped at Addison’s. You were the only one who didn’t get out, but you gave each of them hugs and helped hand out the wine to their significant others. They seemed a bit more awake, so maybe they were just fine. “Love you girls. And, guys, keep an eye on them. They had quite a few samples,” you said. You’d have to text each of them later to check on them.

“Love you,” the girls echoed before the door shut.

The driver headed in the direction of your place after a minute. What were you going to say to Bucky when you saw him? Would you scream at him for putting you in danger, or would you just accept that this was your life? It was a continuous losing battle the more you fought.

The morning you had with Bucky, minus the groping, had been somewhat nice. Could it be like that all the time if you tried? Could it be better if he loosened the reins?

“Thank you,” you said when the limo stopped and the partition rolled down a few inches. “How much do I owe you?”

“Mr. Barnes took care of that, miss, but if you’ll allow me-”

“Oh, no. Please don’t get out. I got it,” you smiled, letting yourself out. You scanned the street for Ray’s car, but didn’t see it. He was likely waiting for the limo to pull away.

Two steps into your building, your phone dinged. “What now?” you muttered when you opened a text from Bucky.

“Ray got a flat tire. Stay in the limo.”

You read the message twice. A flat tire? You were about to type back to Bucky that you already left the limo when you heard a familiar voice by the elevator. “It’s about time you got back.”

You couldn’t breathe when you found a pair of blue eyes staring at you. “Clark… what are you doing here?”

Oh, I hope you lovelies are prepared for the next part. And what do we think of your friends? And were they just drowsy or did something happen? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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AHH THE PRAISE!!! GIVE MICK ALL THE PRAISE I BEGGGG!!!

I need more happy Sharon and cat!Mick marriage. I need her to be sweet and kind to him, I need him to finally relax and let himself enjoy having a family 😭😭

YESSS MORE PRAISE FOR MICK!!!

he deserves to be praised for how good he is!! oh! like, maybe after like a week of contention at home, with everything being tense and just terrible… he manages to save up enough money to buy something sharons been needing for a while… cue her gasping in pure joy and hugging him extra tight. mick can’t help but smile too, cause he’s finally bought his way out of another argument. then, sharon starts being more kind to him, unable to stop being affectionate towards him because… well at least she knows he still cares! for once everything’s alright and mick get to be happy for once!

now he gets to really enjoy his life as a partial family man, partial musician. he slowly learns that, as long as he tries to help out his wife, he gets to enjoy the more pleasant things in life (a happy family). of course, he still messes up every once in a while, but now that he’s showing that he’s making an effort, she can’t even get mad anymore. also i do think that every time mick does something right, sharon would probably pet him and tell him what a good boy he is. just a nice appreciative head scritch, maybe she lightly scratches under his chin and he can’t help but purr and flick his tail around about it. just mick being encouraged to be a better version of himself by praise and affection… cause he’s a sucker for both!

AUGHHH ANON THIS IS SO CUTE!!!<333 in a just society this is how it played out irl (because i just need this man to be happy ofc) it’s like she tamed a feral kitty and now it’s all domestic and nice! i know he wasn’t exactly a family man but… what if he was??👀 i’ll pretend he was cause it’s cute to think about ofc!! i’ve been blessed by all your prompts truly!! <333