#assassin bug is a bit of a mouthful

[artist-l-e]

Had some new ideas for the Miraculous Assassin Bug

Got a bit of an idea for how this bad girl comes to be.

Things essentially start out similar to the canon up until Mari becomes the new guardian, at most having a few more mentioned casualties of akuma attacks.

Mari is really overwhelmed by not just becoming the new guardian, but the whole superhero thing as a whole. She really just wants to get done with akumatized victims quickly and not have to spend as long as she and Chat Noir do with taking them down.

Tikki hesitates, but eventually tells her of a kwami that could help there. Producing a little extra box, as Fu gathered a few more Miraculouses in his time as the guardian, which holds a hair comb similar to the Bee Miraculous. From it comes Ticck, a quite looney, blunt and direct little guy, the kwami of punctuation. And despite that title, he's not the most elequantly spoken.

Mari thinks over using his Miraculous, but does eventually go for it, going from mainly using the Ladybug Miraculous to mainly using the Assassin Bug one while still having the Ladybug on in order to purify akumas and fix the damage they caused.

She even avoids using the rather passive ability of her new Miraculous for as long as possible, but eventually gives into it.

See, the punctuation part of the Assassin Bug Miraculous isn't in reference to literature, but rather a description of the main ability the Miraculous possesses. The needle that comes with the transformation can pierce anything, magical and non-magical defense alike. Combined with the indestructible thread attached to a spool usually attached to her belt, this Miraculous' offensive strategy bottles down to rendering an opponent unable to move. Be it by tying them up or piercing their flesh.

Mari would still avoid killing anyone, not really being able to handle the guilt that would come with that nor wanting to hurt someone that badly. But there are non-fatal areas she could aim for. Namely the shoulders, arms, legs, hips and the generally lower sides of the torso.

Chat Noir would actually be quite upset at this, having so far spend a lot of time suppressing how his own Miraculous could be used in a darker fashion. Having her go into more dubious means to deal with the akuma threat brings it all to his attention again and he's really feeling uncomfortable about it.

He can acknowledge that fights go by a little shorter, as the pain can be too great for the villains to bear and thus reduce casualties, but it is still morally wrong. More so than how they did it before.

Can he even really love her like that anymore?

I had fun with this one, the doodle has a nice pose, even if, in hindsight, I forgot a few details. Hope you guys can enjoy it as well.

Have a nice day

[arpicityandneed]

Hell Hath No Fury

(sequel to this ask.)

18+ f!reader. on the run Winter Soldier!Bucky. Dark Bucky. Angst. Violence. Hydra. Kidnapping. Threats of sexual violence. (No actual noncon) Rumlow (he's his own warning.) happy ending.

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~

The Asset was going to be punished. Maybe not right away, and never in a way he could anticipate, but he would be punished. The truth of it rattled in his bones.

He'd had pleasure, warmth, connection. All things that were forbidden to him.

So he'd ran.

But no matter how well he hid himself, the memory of you haunted him. Your conversations, the way your pussy felt on his cock when he split you open, the way you'd bitten his neck like he was yours.

He'd spent months simply observing you before you'd started teasing him. You were quick witted, a bit of a brat, more than a bit spoiled, but never cruel. You touched him without fear and only looked at his arm with curiosity.

You'd started confessing things to him when you realized he really wouldn't speak unless he had orders to. You told him you missed your mother who'd died as a child in an 'accident' you were sure was actually an assassination to get to your father. You told him you wanted a regular life with kids and maybe a cat. You even told him you hated being your father's daughter, the weight of expectation to be perfect and a pawn for him to marry off to whoever would get him the most power.

All the while the Asset had listened, tucking away the information deep into his heart because for some reason he knew it was important. He carried you home after parties left your feet too tired to walk another step in your heels and felt his heart flip in his chest when you nuzzled into him.

Then you'd started testing his patience, showing off your curves without remorse or shame. Tempting him with the softness of your breasts, the chub of your stomach and thighs, the wet heat between your legs.

When he'd finally snapped you'd taken him balls deep without hesitation. And it made him so angry (you'd let that pathetic dildo inside you? maybe you'd fucked other men before he'd been assigned to you. he hated the thought of anyone or anything but him fucking you) he'd used you like a whore, fucking you hard and deep without much thought of your pleasure. But to his surprise the harder he'd taken you the more you responded, clinging to him and begging for more.

Your pussy was sucking him in, milking his cock for his cum while you moaned and drove him crazy with your whines. "Do it, cum in me, get me pregnant I don't care--"

He'd had to cover your mouth, your words worming their way into his brain until all he could think about was seeing you grow round with his child.

The Asset knew he didn't deserve this pleasure but your pussy wouldn't stop fluttering around him, and the second he played with your clit you started fucking squirting on his cock.

How was he not supposed to cream you after that?

Maybe leaving the pillow under your hips was over kill, but some primal part of his brain wanted his seed to take. So he stuffed his fingers into your pussy to push his cum back inside you when it leaked out. You moaned in your sleep but didn't stir.

He licked his fingers before sneaking out the window- but not before he planted his own bugs in the room.

~

"Where did he go?" Listening to your father rage at you was killing him. Bucky- his name, lost for so long but knocked loose by the shock of being with you- knew you had every reason to turn him in. But for some reason, you weren't saying anything.

"I don't know dad. I had a one night stand and he was gone when I woke up." You muttered quietly, and Bucky wished he'd had camera's installed. He needed to see you. Make sure you were alright.

"You're lying to me! These people, darling, they don't like losing an Asset like that. If you don't tell me where he went we'll all have to face the consequences." Your father's voice was tight, anger and fear wrapped together in his tone.

"I already told you I don't know!" You yelled, and Bucky felt a fierce pride in his heart. The longer he was on his own, the more emotions he was able to feel. It had been months since his last wipe and his serum enhanced body seemed to be healing at an astonishing rate. So he was able to admit, he was proud of the woman his whole being had decided was his.

"Then we'll just have to hope they show us mercy."

~

Bucky now knew what his punishment was. You.

When he'd heard the chatter on HYDRA wavelengths discussing a possible reproduction of the serum, his heart was instantly in a vice grip. Of course they'd find out, and any child of his might be enhanced. How stupid could he have been?

By the time he made it to the hotel you were gone, your father dead from a bullet between his eyebrows. HYDRA worked quickly and quietly and Bucky was forced to reckon with his choice to leave you behind.

He had to do something, and fast. The thought of you in the clutches of HYDRA did something horrible to his breathing.

So for the first time since he remembered his name, he went to the only person he could for help.

~

Stevie was still an idiot. And though Stark's son was smart, HYDRA had been stealing his tech for years and Bucky was familiar with them.

He slipped into Steve's apartment without a sound and found the captain sleeping soundly. When Bucky allowed his presence to be felt Steve was up and searching for his shield in an instant. I still got it punk.

"I need your help." Bucky spoke before Steve could panic and call his teammates.

Steve paused, blinking and fully waking up as he took the assassin that was once his best friend.

"B-Buck?"

"We don't have time for this, Captain. I need your help." Bucky hissed, his own panic making itself known. That finally got Steve's attention and he nodded, his face growing serious.

"What can I do? Anything Buck." And Bucky could tell the man meant it. He still didn't trust the memories that had started to resurface, but he did trust the man in front of him for some reason.

"There's a woman. Might be carrying an enhanced child. HYDRA has her and we have to get her out." Bucky was tired, this was the most he'd spoken in years. But Steve was smart, listened to everything Bucky didn't say. She's mine. Can't let them have her.

"I'll tell the team-"

"NO!" Bucky's voice rattled the windows as he felt ice grow in his veins. If HYDRA saw the entire Avengers coming to their base? You'd be killed in an instant. "J-just, just us. Or else they'll terminate."

"Okay Buck, okay." Steve held up his hands gently in surrender, and took a deep breath before squaring his shoulders. "Then lets get to work."

~

It had been a month since the Asset disappeared when it happened. You woke up in a sterile white room with a throbbing headache and in a paper hospital gown. Your skin crawled at the thought of someone touching your naked body when you were unconcious.

"Hello? What kind of B list movie bullshit is this?" You called, trying to cover the fear that was taking over your body with bravado.

"I can see why he likes you." Came the reply when a man opened the door, his scarred face and leering eyes making you push back into the wall to try to get farther away from him. "But too bad. He's no where to be found. Ghost man you know?"

The man seemed to be enjoying himself until a second man popped his head in, an equally ugly look in his eyes as he looked over you. "Says there's still been no alarms tripped, Rumlow. He hasn't made a move."

"Thanks Walker, good job." When it was just the two of you again, Rumlow came over to crouch in front of you. He took a lock of your hair and rubbed it between your fingers. You wanted to throw up.

"You're pretty enough I guess. But honestly I'd just fuck you to make your precious little soldier boy pissed. He's the one who did this to my beautiful mug." He grinned as you cringed away, seeming to enjoy your revulsion.

"Don't worry, as soon as you pop out his brat I'll put another one in you." The threat made your stomach twist, but thankfully that was all he seemed to want to say. He stood and turned to leave, only pausing to smile at you once more- as if he knew that's what made you the most uncomfortable, seeing his scars pulled tight over his teeth.

When he left you curled around yourself, and the life inside you that you hadn't even known about until now.

We're gonna be okay. Your daddy is gonna come get us. I know it.

~

In the end it took four weeks. Four weeks to find information on where you were being held, plan out points of entry and exit, as well as transportation.

Bucky thought he knew pain, thought he knew everything there was to know about ways to torture a human being. But hearing chatter from some asshole about how he couldn't wait to force himself on you as soon as the baby was born was a new form of hell. That asshole, Rumlow Bucky found out, seemed to be the only real leak about you.

Everyone else barely mentioned you, trying to keep their new treasure to themselves. But Rumlow couldn't help himself. His putrid personality on full display as he talked about 'some girl' that Bucky knew in his bones was you.

It was the only connection Bucky had to you, listening to Rumlow go on about how fiesty you were and how he wanted to break you. It made Bucky decide Rumlow would be the last one to die. So Bucky could let you watch if you wanted.

By the time Bucky and Steve were heading out, Bucky couldn't even sit still. He paced the outdated quinjet Steve had stolen like a feral animal on a dangerously thin leash.

"We'll get her back Buck. We would've heard if something had happened." Steve had been a good partner in this, Bucky knew. He had done his best to reassure Bucky everytime he felt like tearing his hair out. (Could only admit to himself that Steve matched up with his memories almost eerily well, kind funny and protective of those he cared about.)

"Rumlow's been quiet. What if-" Bucky couldn't finish the thought. You were his. If Rumlow had touched you in any way, Bucky would have to start by breaking his fingers one at a time.

"He would've been bragging by now." Steve muttered as he flew the quinjet to the HYDRA base, one of their smaller facilities to distract anyone searching for you.

"Fly faster."

~

Something was different today. Instead of Rumlow coming in to taunt you, you'd been left alone. Every time your door opened for them to bring you a meal you heard lots of footsteps rushing around.

"What's going on?" You asked the tech assigned to feed you, not surprised when all you got was a look.

"Just tell me some gossip dude, I've been stuck in here for weeks." You tried to hide your desperation behind a charming smile, and it almost might have worked if Rumlow hadn't chosen that moment to stroll in.

"Get away from the subject." He growled and the tech snapped their mouth shut before scurrying out.

"Looks like its your lucky day princess. You're gonna get to see your boy toy get killed." You didn't rise to the bait even as your heart leapt in your chest, narrowing your eyes at the waste of space as he started pacing. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

You noticed three things right away. One was the massive gun strapped to him, one that looked more like alien tech than anything else. Second was the fact that he was blocking the door. Third, was that the son of bitch looked a little nervous, his mouth pressed into a flat line instead of his usual sneer.

"This? Oh I'm glad you asked," Rumlow held up the gun and pressed a button. The machine hummed to life and started glowing an odd shade of blue. "This is the newest HYDRA enhanced SHIELD knock off. Should even be able to destroy vibranium. Can't wait to test it out."

You heard a blaring alarm through the door, and for the first time in weeks it was your turn to smile.

"That gun you got?" You stood up, hand instinctively going to your belly as you taunted the man. "Isn't gonna be good enough. Cause he's coming for both of us and nothing will stop him. That's why you're afraid."

The slap surprised you, in your entire stay in this hell hole he’d never hit you. You cradled your cheek and glared at him with all the hate you had in your heart. You knew it would bruise, knew the throbbing pain wouldn’t go away for hours.

“Shut up! Just shut up! I’ll kill him, then I’ll kill you. But not before I get what I want.” He took another step towards you and you scrambled away, something clicking in your brain. You would have to survive—even if he touched you. For your baby if nothing else.

“I’m not going to die here.” You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince more, but the door opened again and Walker barked at Rumlow,

“He’s here. We need all hands.”

“In a minute!” Rumlow growled, but Walker shook his head.

“Directors orders.” Walker spoke firmly, and Rumlow cursed as he looked at you with something unhinged in his eyes, his grip on the gun tightening like he wanted to use it on you.

“We’ll continue this later, princess.”

You waited till he’d left before allowing yourself to sink to the floor, gasping for air as the reality of what was going on hit you. If your Soldat didn’t come for you, if he died (and fuck you didn’t even know the name of your child’s father) you’d be at the mercy of Rumlow and Walker with no way out.

You wouldn’t let that happen.

~

Bucky didn’t hesitate to slit the throat of any HYDRA agent coming his way, while Steve merely incapacitated them.

“Really Bucky?” Steve groaned as the pile of bodies grew. He had some misunderstanding that the lower ranked agents were somehow less guilty. But no, Bucky knew better. Ever single one of them would sell innocent lives for a chance for more power.

Bucky didn’t bother to respond.

12.

He moved with deadly grace, his knives slicing through the air before landing in the bodies of his enemies with frightening accuracy. He’d been armed to the teeth and hadn’t even touched a gun yet. That would’ve been too merciful.

15.

He kept a running tally of his kills as he was taught, his entire body searching for signs of you and Rumlow. Somehow he knew you wouldn’t be far apart. So as he worked his way deeper into the base and found two men, one with a scarred face that was vaguely familiar and a blonde who looked like a cheap knock off of Steve in front of a door with a heavy lock, he knew he’d found you.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Bucky would know that voice anywhere, and he merely stared at Rumlow. He knew his icy flat stare was unsettling and used it to his advantage. But despite the fear Bucky could smell off of Rumlow as Steve finally made it to Bucky’s side, he continued to talk shit.

“Too bad you’re too late. Your girl’s cunt is good stuff. I see why you’d kill for—” The knife lodged itself in Rumlows shoulder with a sickening thud and the man cried out in pain. And then Walker tried to back away, looking for ways to escape.

“Son, just don’t.” Steve warned before the coward ran, making Steve curse before going after him.

“Open the door.” Bucky’s voice was monotone, another knife appearing in his hand before it was thrown into Rumlows thigh.

“Over my dead body.” Rumlow tried to aim his gun at Bucky, but it was quick work to break his hand and toss the gun away. Bucky grabbed Rumlow by the throat in his metal hand and began to squeeze.

“Open. The. Door.” Bucky murmured lowly, watching with satisfaction as Rumlow slowly turned purple from the lack of oxygen. Just before he would’ve snapped Rumlows throat the man gasped out,

“Open, code R-two-D-seven-alpha-eight-six.” His voice was barely audible but the technology beeped anyway, the lock turning green. Bucky loosened his grip on Rumlow but didn’t release him.

Dragged him behind as he walked to the door, hesitating for the first time since this all started. Would you even want to see him?

When he stepped inside he was ready to grovel, apologize in every language he knew.

What he wasn’t prepared for was you launching yourself at him blindly, kicking and biting and screaming,

“You’re not gonna fucking touch me!” Rumlow got dropped like a sack of bricks, gasping for air and choking on it as Bucky grabbed your hands gently, speaking as softly (he didn’t even know he could do that.)

“Это я. Я не позволю им прикоснуться к тебе.” It’s me. I won’t let them touch you. Bucky watched as you slowly stopped trying to attack him, looking at him for the first time.

“Y-you’re really here?” You couldn’t stop the way your voice trembled, your eyes darting over him as if you couldn’t really believe it.

“Da.” He nodded before looking over his shoulder at Rumlow on the ground, trying to force his body to move despite his injuries.

“You want me to kill this guy for you?” Bucky asked in English this time, making you blink in surprise.

“You can speak English? You can speak?” You blurted out in your typical sassy way, making Bucky smile for the first time in months.

“Focus, do you want me to kill him? Because I will.” He was completely serious and he watched you truly consider it for a while, before shaking your head.

“You can put a knife in his dick though.” You were completely serious and Rumlow tried to crawl away, but Bucky moved faster easily.

“Тебе не следовало брать ее.” You shouldn’t have taken her. You watched with bitter satisfaction as Bucky kicked Rumlow onto his back and threw his final knife into the bastards crotch. Watching him howl in pain made you smile, and you went to your Soldat’s side grabbing onto his metal arm.

You looked down at Rumlow and grinned. “Told you, asshole.”

Then some other guy, Captain fucking America you realized with a start poked his head in the door and glared at your Soldat.

“Bucky we need to go. Reunion can happen later. They’re going to destroy the base.” The blond spoke swiftly and your Soldat, Bucky?, nodded.

“Let’s go.”

“You’re name is Bucky—?” You tried to ask before you were swept into Bucky’s arms, his grip on you secure as he started running behind Steve.

“My name is James, but apparently my friends called me Bucky.” He explained quietly, not even the slightest bit out of breath as they ran until they found a car. Bucky set you inside like you were made of glass before coming to sit beside you and slamming the door shut. Steve took to the drivers seat with a roll of his eyes. Tires screeched as you all drove away, and for the first time since you’d been taken your body allowed itself to break down.

You breathing started to grow fast, too fast, as you hyperventilated and started to shake. Tears fell down your cheeks as you hugged yourself. Bucky reached for you and you flinched without thinking.

“It’s over. I swear I will never leave your side again. You… or the baby.” He spoke with such conviction, fierce protectiveness in his gaze when you finally did look at him.

“You knew about..?” You asked as you tried to keep your sobs in, feeling like you were going crazy with the different emotions raging through you. Fear, relief, hope, it was too much to process at once.

“I’ve been trying to get you back since the day they took you.” He admitted quietly, holding his hand out slower this time, palm up in supplication. “I’m so, so sorry I left you. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“They hurt you too. That’s why you worked for them.” It wasn’t a question, you’d seen the way his ‘handlers’ had treated him when you first met him. They spoke to him like a dog.

“I didn’t have a choice. You were what loosened their grip on me.” You took his hand, even though your fingers were trembling, and he brought your knuckles to his lips. “You saved me.”

“Then I guess we’re even.” You smiled a bit sadly, knowing it would be a long road to deal with everything that happened. But you were safe. And so was your baby. Even Bucky was back with you.

“10 minutes out to the quinjet.” Steve spoke quietly, and you startled. You honestly forgot he was there.

“Thanks Stevie.” (You noticed the way Steve’s eyes went wide, grew misty as he drove, and you wondered why that was.) Bucky carefully pulled you closer so he could wrap his arms around you, so his bones could know that you were safe.

“Where are we going?” You asked, looking up at him worriedly. “What about the baby? They wanted the baby, won’t they come for me again?”

“Let them fucking try.” Bucky growled, his arms tightening around you. “I’ll figure something out. But for now, just rest. I’ll keep watch.”

Now that he mentioned it, you were exhausted. And you trusted him. He’d come for you, just like you knew he would. And no matter what happened in the future, you knew he’d always come for you.

So you nodded, cuddled closer into his chest and promptly fell asleep.

~

Bucky carried your sleeping form into the plane, and Steve was amazed by how gentle his friend was with you. Bucky wouldn’t let you out of his arms let alone his sight.

Steve still couldn’t believe it. Bucky, who he’d thought was dead, was alive and somehow freed from HYDRA’s control. Bucky, who he’d thought was so broken by HYDRA that he barely remembered Steve, had called him Stevie like they were kids again.

And Steve knew it was because of you.

He was glad he’d put some other plans into motion while they’d been preparing to come get you. Plans that included Pepper creating a legal case in Bucky’s defense and sending Natasha to uncover HYDRA’s secrets to expose them.

It wouldn’t be easy, and there would always be people looking to get their hands on your possibly enhanced baby. But with the way Bucky was curled around you like a dragon with his treasure—Steve wasn’t worried. Anyone who tried to come for you again would have to deal with a wrath the likes of which no one had ever lived to tell.

Hell hath no fury like Bucky when it came to you.

[empressofthelibrary]

I can't sleep because my room is full of goddamn june bugs SO have an early draft of a scene that won't be relevant for at least three arcs:

Bailey's nose crinkled as she stepped back, trying to watch her feet. Nightwing's arm tightened around her back, pulling her closer. "Stop looking at the floor."

"But I keep stepping on your feet." Bailey winced in apology. The waltz played on in the background. "I'm terrible at this. I move like a drunk moose. Why am I here again?"

"Because you're a dead ringer for Her Highness, and the masquerade ball is the most likely place for the assassination attempt, if they want to make a show of it. And you'd have a much easier time if you'd just let me lead."

Bailey harrumphed. "Well maybe I wanna lead."

"That's not how this works. You're the shorter one, you have to follow." He rolled his eyes, the expression evident even with his domino mask in the way. "Pouting won't make you any taller -- Ow!"

"Sorry!" Bailey ducked her head.

"No you're not." Nightwing broke into a grin, sweeping Bailey around the floor. "You did that on purpose."

"I didn't!"

"Uh-huh. Sure."

"It was an accident, I swear," Bailey insisted. "Guess I got lost in your eyes." She bit her tongue, hearing the words come out of her mouth. "Sorry. That was really cheesy."

"The sharpest cheddar I've heard all day," Nightwing laughed. "But, banter aside, you're getting the hang of this."

"I am?" Bailey dropped her eyes to the floor again.

"Well you were." Nightwing shook his head. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but stop paying so much attention. You're overthinking it. Just... Let it flow."

At the edge of the room, Donna leaned over to Roy. "How long do you think it'll take them to realize I've had the same song on repeat?"

Roy glanced at the stereo, grinning. "... Bet won't be until 'What's New, Pussycat' starts playing."

Donna laughed. "I knew I liked you."

"Well, if that's the case..." He bowed, holding a hand out. "May I? For old time's sake?"

"Why not? Let's show these kids a thing or two." Donna's hand slid into Roy's, and they spun out onto the dance floor.

[licorishh]

so i'm finally caught up with andor and i have some... erm... thoughts. probably some pretty different and more atypical thoughts than what you'd usually see in reviews but it's bugging me and i wanna know if anyone else has felt this way, so spoilers below as usual.

i'll get this out of the way. i like the show. sort of. i want to love it and every time i start to something happens that knocks it back down several notches. it's... like a 6 and a half out of 10 for me. the first three episodes of season 1 are great and the last three are awesome. everything in between is mind-numbingly boring (save for mon and the imperial bits) and season 2 so far can't make up its mind as to whether it wants to be extremely entertaining and fun or shockingly dull and predictable.

some highlights: bix is a great character (bro not a single person in this show is suffering like she is let her have a BREAK), mon mothma drunk-raving because her friend is about to be assassinated was an incredible bit, the dinner scene with dedra and syril and eedy was one of the funniest things i've ever seen in star wars, all the cultural stuff with chandrila is super cool and shockingly high-quality, the appearance of the show is very nice, the production value actually looks like it used its budget for once (surprisingly; disney's been slacking off so badly with star wars' apparent production value of late but maybe that's why almost every single character in the show is a human so they can avoid disappointing us further with the most pathetically low-effort party city-purchase ahh costume designs you've ever seen in your life), kino was awesome (i was so sad when he said he couldn't swim), the prison escape was awesome, getting to see how cassian met melshi was really cool, mon mothma is awesome, dedra and syril are AMAZING (as is eedy tbh) and most of the character deaths have been meaningful. cinta's is the only one that just felt stupid and unnecessary and as a feeble attempt to shove sympathy for vel down my throat when i couldn't care less how vel feels about anything and i actually liked cinta.

some downsides: almost everyone in this show on the rebels' side is laughably incompetent save for cassian, bix, brasso (r.i.p. brasso i loved him) and mon mothma. basically everybody else is just maddeningly useless. vel and kleya are the best ones that come to mind. both of them have such big mouths and are apparently allergic to any sort of communication that doesn't include these batman one-liners (i lost my ever-loving mind when kleya said "this is what revolution looks like, vel" like oh. oh wow. i actually have not heard a line that terrible and that badly delivered since i watched some guy on youtube put the kissing booth on blast) and yet when they actually have to perform, they fail miserably, it's glaringly clear they have no idea what they're doing, and they blame everyone around them for everything they do incorrectly. vel bossed around the ragtag team in the woods (hated that arc with my entire being by the way) and then completely shut down when it was actually time to go and then she wants to act like she's a veteran at this and "you'll do as you're told" bro shut UP. she has an insane amount of screen time, 98% of which is sitting around doing absolutely nothing and 98% of that is spent with her whining because her girlfriend won't dedicate every waking second of her time to her. BUDDY YOU ARE IN A WAR YOU DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS. GROW UP. cinta knows what's up!! cinta understood that personal feelings have got to come second in a time like this but nooo vel is all "but :( but :'((( but meeeee :'(((((((((((( i'm disgustingly incompetent and everything i do goes wrong and everyone i've ever worked with has gotten killed as a direct result of my gross negligence and inability to perform but stop everything you're doing and only pay attention to meeeee :(((." BRO VEL IS LITERALLY 0-2 SHE'S BEEN PUT IN CHARGE OF AN OP TWICE AND BOTH TIMES EITHER EVERYBODY GOT KILLED OR SOMETHING ELSE WENT TERRIBLY WRONG BECAUSE OF SOMETHING STUPID SHE DID. i mean vel serves. like. zero purpose in the story whatsoever. there was NO reason for her to even continue to exist in the story past the heist arc but nope! surprise! this random lady in the woods is... mon mothma's cousin...???? frickin' what??????????????????? similarly kleya is irritatingly bossy with luthen (who unfortunately is also becoming more and more incompetent by the second) and acting like he's responsible for all her stupid decisions. that whole bit where she was trying to get the mic off the piece and was trying to get lonni to help her was just cringey and hard to watch. she's a terrible liar and doesn't have the slightest idea how to operate in a clandestine manner. in reality literally everyone in that room would've noticed her messing with the piece. another big downside is the fact that cassian just... doesn't get to do anything in his own show. like yeah i know on a bigger scale it's about the setup of the rebellion or whatever but dude. he's not DOING anything. he's been on two actual missions, both of which went terribly wrong and neither of which furthered anything useful at all to the actual story.

just... it feels like the show was made by a bunch of people who have absolutely no idea how spy work actually works. everything everyone does is hilariously obvious and almost all of them should've been caught by now. it's ridiculous. it also feels like the imperial side and the rebel side of the story were written by different people. i also don't feel like it's a good thing that i'm ASTRONOMICALLY more invested in the stories about the imperials than i am in the rebels' stories (save for mon mothma's). at this point i'm just kind of neutral to what's going on with cassian and bix and liking luthen's deal less and less and am actively having to grit my teeth and power through everything with everybody else.

i don't know. maybe i'm missing something cause all i've seen is nothing but praise for this show so it's entirely possible that i'm just overlooking something, but man. normally i have issues with star wars' apparent production value and the pacing of the story, but this time it's literally just the fact that 80% of the cast is useless, boring, both, or very quickly becoming one or both.

the season's only halfway over. maybe it'll get better. idk. for now dedra and syril and mon mothma have my undivided attention and i want bix to just kill everybody because she deserves it. everything else is meh.

one last thing. another example of this show just being genuinely unbelievable at times is when in uhhh... i think episode 2 or 3 of season 2 when cassian was stuck in the woods again (again) with yet more losers with big mouths and they put down their weapons and stuff i actually jokingly said out loud "what, are they gonna play rock paper scissors?" and then. and then they did. they actually did. they actually started playing rock paper scissors i'm going to jump off a cliff. bro i was KIDDING

[princessnaughtyfins]

A bug ormen kid would be a bit tricky to convince him of. He's a bit weird in the sense that he... doesn't want to continue a lineage. He wants his rule to be his and his alone. What, he wasn't going to DIE, Why would he need someone who could usurp him?

It might be more plausible in the timeline where he escaped his assassination and now you live on that island with him. No idea how it would work, having a patapon karmen. Magic would probably have to be involved for sure to create the Grub/little fry

i feel like he'd kind of snort and brush off the idea at first but then like 2 weeks later he comes back "I think i figured out a spell with this staff that can make it work."

bug hybrids would look so fucking cute though imagine their lil antennae holy shit. Sassss theyd be adorable. I dont care that theyd technically be spiders and therefore not have antennae. Look at their uhm. Whats the thing on their mouth that looks like legs called taht jumping spiders wiggle really cutely.

[all-the-things-2020]

No Better Place - Bonus Chapter

Bonus Chapter! “The Proposal” — Just a bit of fluff. I always knew Linus would have a hand (paw?) in Javi’s proposal to Cassidy. Time wise, it takes place between chapters 21 and 22.

Javier Pena was scared. Which was bullshit, because he was never scared. He’d faced sicarios and hired assassins in Colombia, his own father when he’d come home drunk off his ass in high school, even a fucking rattlesnake hiding under the log he’d sat down on while on a camping trip when he was ten. Nervous — hell, yeah, he’d been nervous a million times in his life, but never truly scared. Not like this.

He toyed with the worn velvet box in his hands. It’s no big deal, he told himself. She’s made it abundantly clear that she wants a life with you. This is just formalizing the arrangement. Still, he felt his throat start to close up every time he started to think about actually saying the words. It had been easy with Lorraine. He’d just done what everyone expected him to do, and he really hadn’t even had to ask her. She’d kind of assumed and he’d gone with the flow. But this … this was different.

Cassidy had never pushed him, never even mentioned marriage. Javi knew that he could keep his mouth shut, let things continue the way they were, and she’d be perfectly happy. A home together, even kids — none of that was dependent on a ring or a piece of paper. And yet, Javi felt like she deserved more. After all the shit she’d been through with her ex, Cassidy needed to know that he was going to be there forever.

She was away right now, visiting her mother. It was not her idea, but she’d been guilted into it because her Momma’s Aunt Lydia was sick and not doing well. “She says it’s my duty to see a poor old woman on her death bed,” Cassidy had said as she packed her suitcase. “If Auntie Lydia dies without seeing me one last time, I’ll never hear the end of it. Besides, I always did like her. She snuck me extra candy all the time. The good stuff, too, not that nasty old hard stuff she kept in the candy dish in her living room. Told me it was just as important to be myself as it was to be a proper Southern lady.”

The entire time she’d been gone, he’d been coming up with and then rejecting ideas for how to propose. Big romantic gestures were not his style, so champagne and rose petals were out of the question. Should he get down on one knee? Should he have a speech prepared or just wing it?

“What do you think, buddy?,” he asked Linus. The cat flicked an ear but didn’t reply. “Fat lot of good you are,” Javi mumbled. Linus yawned immensely and tucked his head under his arm. “She’ll be home soon and I still have no idea what to do.”

He sighed and sat the ring box on the coffee table before leaning back on the couch, covering his eyes with a forearm. His head was starting to hurt from overthinking this. He knew his dad would say all Cassidy needed were the four simple words. Will. You. Marry. Me. But Javi wanted it to be special, something she’d remember for the rest of her life, a story she could tell their grandkids someday.

He felt Linus stand up and stretch, the vibrations from the cat’s muscles traveling through the couch cushions. Javi envied the animal’s flexibility; he could hardly get up from a chair without making that little grunt he’d always associated with old people. Cassidy said he needed to stretch more, and Monica was bugging him to join the yoga class she attended after work on Wednesdays, but he kept brushing them off.

Linus jumped to the coffee table with a little thump and Javi opened his eyes just in time to see him bat the ring box onto the floor. “You little shit!” As he reached for the box, Linus hopped down and swatted it again, sending it flying underneath the couch.

“Seriously?” Javi grumbled as he got down on the floor. There wasn’t much clearance under the couch and he had to push the coffee table out of the way and lay flat on his stomach in order to reach for the box. Linus joined him, amused at having Daddy down at his level.

“Can you fetch?” Javi asked. The box was just out of reach and he squirmed forward, trying to get his arm an inch or two further under the couch. Linus simply purred and butted his head against Javi’s.

Suddenly, the cat jumped to his feet and darted away, just as Javi’s fingertips closed on velvet.

“What the hell are you doing?” Javi jumped up and back, banging his head on the coffee table. He rolled onto his back, looking up at a bemused Cassidy, who stood over him, Linus flirting around her ankles.

“Just retrieving something your little friend hid under the couch,” Javi said. Damn, that hurt. He rubbed at the knot that was already forming on his head.

“What was so important it couldn’t wait until the next time I sweep out his toy cache?” Cassidy said, squatting down and laying her hand on his sore head. She brushed a lock of hair out of his face with her thumb.

“Oh, nothing,” Javi stammered, trying to hide the box in his fist. Cassidy grabbed his hand and peeled his fingers back until she had revealed the velvet case.

“Is … is that what I think it is?,” she asked, dropping onto her knees.

Javi swallowed. “Um, yeah, it is,” he said. “It was my abuela’s.” His mouth was dry and he couldn’t meet her eyes.

Cassidy carefully took the box from his hand and opened it. The delicate silver ring, set with a tiny diamond and emerald, sparkled in the light from the lamp on the side table. “Oh, Javi, it’s … the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen,��� she whispered.

“It’s not very big,” he said, but she cut him off.

“It’s perfect,” she said firmly. “Nothing like that monstrosity my mom wears.” She shuddered. “I always thought it looked gaudy and cheap. This … this is exquisite.”

She lifted it out of the box and held it up to the light. Javi wanted to say something but his tongue felt too big for his mouth all of a sudden.

“I’d like to wear it,” Cassidy said after a long moment.

Javi nodded. “Okay,” he managed to say.

She tilted her head. “I think you’re supposed to ask me a question first,” she said drily.

Javi laughed nervously. “Oh, yeah, right … shit … I’ve been trying to think of the best way to do this and now … I have no idea what to say.”

“Just ask the damn question, Javi,” she said.

He nodded again. “Okay, yeah. Um, Cassidy … will you marry me?”

She laid a hand against his cheek. “Of course I will, you big idiot,” she said sweetly. Now he could finally meet her eyes and he felt stupid for making such a big deal out of the whole thing. He smiled and pressed his lips against hers.

She pulled back from the kiss and slipped the ring onto her finger. “It’s a pretty good fit,” she said. “Just like you and me.”

As Javi wrapped his arms around her to kiss her again, he saw Linus sitting smugly on the coffee table, looking down at them. You’re a pretty good wing man, buddy, Javi thought, giving the cat a wink. Linus flicked an ear and started washing his face. His work was done.

[legolasghosty]

oooh whats firstprince 5+1??? i love those two dorks in love

Hello beloved!!! Yesss I'm getting so attached to these two right now too!!! They're such dorks! And also my new favorites for projecting my complicated feelings about my meds onto, so...

Firstprince 5+1 is basically 5 times Alex made sure Henry took his meds + 1 time Henry did the same for Alex. It spans throughout the whole main canon of the book, with the first one being the morning after the Turkey Fiasco and the +1 being shortly after they move into their brownstone together.

I've really been enjoying writing it, you know how much of a sucker I am for some good hurt/comfort and characters taking care of each other. But I'm lowkey terrified to post it, cause it's one of my first times writing them and I have no clue if I'm getting the voices accurate at all or if the characters feel normal. I guess we'll see. I have the first 3 sections written at the moment.

Here's a snippet!

His phone vibrated in his back pocket as their grandmother dismissed them with an annoyed huff. Once they were safely out in the hall, he slipped it out eagerly. Just as he’d hoped, it was Alex.

Alex - Good morning bake off boy.

Did you take your meds?

Henry stared at the message for a beat too long. He had taken his medication of course, Shaun made sure of it before they left Kensington. But he didn’t realize Alex knew about them. He racked his brain, trying to remember if he’d mentioned the antidepressants at some point, but he was coming up empty.

Alex - Oh shit sorry I’m probably overstepping It just came out on autopilot You don’t have to answer that If you don’t want to I’ll shut up

Henry chuckled at the flurry of messages. He should probably put the American idiot out of his misery.

Henry - It’s quite alright, and yes I did. I just wasn’t aware you knew I had them.

Alex responded less than a minute later.

Alex - Oh yeahhhh I saw Shaun passing them to you when I was over there last time

Still I shouldn’t just ask stuff like that. It’s rude!!!

Henry - Do all the people in your country put their foot in their mouth as much as you?

Alex - Nah I’m just special 😏 And maybe not fully awake yet

Henry - Rest assured I won’t have you assassinated for this offense. (I don’t mind you asking, I was just surprised)

Alex - Only the best for you sweetheart

Please feel free to come bug me about this fic, I really I want to finish it! I got a bit more written on my flight the other day, but there's still a ways to go!

[ralofofriverwoods]

I redesigned them🤙

The dark elf is sarath/Sara dellum(cerebellum) and he’s a solo assassin. He did work with the morag tong for a little while but they went down the drain by the time tes:Skyrim happens, so he branched off. He would join the dark brotherhood but he is still under the impression that they’re fully dead thanks to commander maro, and he also thinks they’re kind of annoying. Not for any particular reason, he just doesn’t like em.

The orc is mako lograk, and he collects herbs and other ingredients(especially rare/hard to get ones) for the alchemists of Skyrim, hagraven or otherwise. He also collects the hides of fresh ‘roadkill’ and hostile animals he encounters on his journeys. He’d join the companions but they’re kind of known for being glorified mercenaries that smell like wet dog, so he’d rather only have one of those traits(smelling like a wet dog)

The argonian’s name is Lurks-in-darkness, and studies the daedra and their artifacts. She masquerades as a blacksmith in morthal, and collects and stores things in her shoppes basement, away from prying eyes. She’s found a few ways to circumvent getting bound to a daedra when becoming a champion of them, and chats with falion quite a bit about such theories.

These were my first ever Skyrim ocs(save farlian) and they deserved a redesign, so they got one! Sara had the least changed, with just the face paint and the clothes being altered to something a little more fitting of a dark elf+the morag tong. He also got a bit of a hue change, now being mostly reds that actually look good together. He was supposed to be a little more bug-y but it’s all covered by clothing so it’s not shown.

Mako got curly brown hair, Fancier eyes and tusks, scales, and much better looking body hair(and a more fitting physique). I made some headcannons for different mer looks a while back ghat I never posted, and i always liked the thought of orcs being a little bit more boar like in terms of fur. And then scales are just cool so why not? Makes them a little more interesting. Idk it could be skin discoloration as well, that would also be rad as fuck

LD got the biggest redesign by far, as her main colors are all switched around. She also got a feathered tail! Big w for her. I also changed up the foot wrap style, because the way morrowind did the models for the beast races has taken my heart 100%. I also themed the tongue/colors to be a little more reminiscent of a poisonous snake, with the tongue of a cotton mouth and the vibrant colors of just about any poisonous creature.

[johnwickluva]

A John Thanksgiving.

Words: 3176

John Wick x sibling! reader

Summary: Helen really wants John to invite some family over for Thanksgiving dinner with her family. Hard part is John doesn’t have any family, but he does have you and that’s the closest thing he’s got.

Warnings: weed smoking lol

John and Helen had been married for two years now. He had never been happier. Everything felt so perfect, so normal, so domestic. His wife knew little about his life before her but she still knew he was an ex assassin. It had taken a while for him to tell her but how could he not when they were planning their wedding.

Helen took it much better than expected, though she was mad he waited six months before the wedding. Her family, they were very judgemental. No matter how hard he tried John didn’t feel like he could be good enough in their eyes. He didn’t really care but family was important for her so he tried.

Thanksgiving was coming up and this year the two of them decided to host again. Last year, her family had made remarks on the lack of family on John’s side but he shut them down by saying they were busy. That was a lie. He didn’t have any family, not any he’d like them to meet at least. Yet Helen had asked once more,

“Are you sure? No friends or family you’d want to invite over?” She was careful with her words, John was a solitary man but he thought for her.

“I suppose there may be two people I could invite..” he scratched at his beard.

The way her eyes lit up made his heart soar. There was no way he could get out of this one.

That led him to where he was now. Old ass notebook with numbers important to him in it laid on his worktable. He hadn’t needed it since he retired but some people were in it he thought he’d ask. Those two people were you and Marcus. His two ‘best friends’ as Helen had put it after he explained your relationship.

Marcus was John’s first choice as he had met Helen at their wedding. He’d said yes the minute the words left the ex assassins mouth. A thanksgiving dinner at the wicks house? Now that was just too hard to pass up. The sniper asked his friend if he planned to invite anyone else and when he tossed the idea of inviting you, Marcus busted out with laughter.

“That’s a great idea!”

So here he was, dialing your number on his old rotary phone. It rang and rang to the point he thought you weren’t going to answer. He did feel a bit disappointed, it would be nice to see you and Helen would love to meet you again. Right as he was going to hang up when he heard you answer.

“Oh my God am I dreaming? Fuck you asshole! It’s been so long you haven’t called in months!” You shouted over the phone though he knew you were playing.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been busy.” He grimaced over the phone, “I, uh, Helen wanted me to ask if you’d like to come to our thanksgiving dinner this year.”

John could hear you as you shuffled around on the phone and then the sound of papers being flipped. He rolled his eyes. You weren’t doing anything, he knew it. His foot tapped as you made him more and more impatient. He knew if you could see him you’d have a shit eating grin on your face.

“Hmmmmmmm.” You exaggerated,” I guess I could come. A little upset that it’s Helen who wants me to come and not even my own big brother though.”

The two of you weren’t brother and sister. He was starting to regret asking you. You were ten years younger than him, a baby found outside in the alleyway. People always made jokes that you two were like siblings and it was true. You teased him like crazy and he kept you out of trouble. When you were ten and he was twenty you’d bug him like an annoying little sister.

John’s punishments when he’d mess up or do something that pissed off The Director, were to help the younger kids learn to fight and shoot guns. You of course were a part of that group and although you annoyed the shit out of him, he was always softer with you. Even when you were fifteen and bit his leg.

“Please be normal. Her family doesn’t know, they are a bit-“ Pretentious, egotistical, snobby, stupid fucking assholes, “Judgy?” He was trying to be nice.

“HA! Me? Not normal, yeah right. See you on turkey day Johnny!”

You hung up and John stood there for a moment. This was a big mistake. Any other day he wouldn’t care. If it was a normal dinner that would be fine but he was really starting to think of the consequences of inviting you to a holiday dinner with Helen’s family. He took a deep breath.

Shit.

Helen, of course, was ecstatic to hear you were coming. You’d met her once and it was at their wedding. She thought you were hilarious and fun but her favorite part was when you’d share stupid stories about her husband. It was nice to hear about his youth as he was very private, only sharing what he thought was necessary.

She herself wished her family wasn’t so rude but she had hope that they would soften up someday. The long haired woman was hard at work in the kitchen with John as her helper. He was a very sweet husband who demanded she let him help. If she asked he would do it all himself. He kissed her cheek as he moved to get the turkey out of the oven.

Marcus was the first one to show up and was leaning against the kitchen island with a glass of wine in his hand. People were starting to arrive. John was thankful his mentor was good with people, already charming multiple of Helen’s female relatives. Everyone was intrigued by him, their in-laws' mysterious friend..

Then he heard it. John and Marcus locked eyes with each other. His friend smirked as your booming bass approached his home. Helen looked up wondering what that noise was but based on her husband’s face she knew exactly who it was. He should have invited Jimmy.

Before he knew it you were letting yourself in. Dressed in a sports jersey, sweatpants and a huge oversized zip up hoodie you called out for him.

“Hello! Jonathan, I'm here the party can officially start!” You belted out while shutting the door behind you.

When you turned to greet him you saw everyone staring at you. They were dressed in suits and dresses. Your mouth was agape. You were always super expressive and sometimes it got you in trouble. About to ask if you were in the wrong house John and Helen ran to greet you.

She was shocked as you grabbed her shoulders and left two big kisses on both cheeks. Then you hugged John hello while also scolding him for not telling you there was a specific attire, not that you cared. They introduced you to everyone before you found Marcus. He looked dashing as ever and you told him so.

Things were going very well so far. Helen’s family questioned you about your profession, finding it very odd when you told them you were a doctor. They believed a doctor would hold themselves to higher standards but you just laughed it off because you were the best of the best.

You didn’t get to see much of John as he was busy following his wife around, hosting the holiday. Your elbow hit Marcus’s arm. He looked at you and chuckled knowing exactly what you were hinting at. Your old friend looked so uncomfortable, not that anyone but you and the man next to you could tell. He leaned down so you could hear him.

“Like a lost puppy, look at him..” He shook his head and smirked.

“I want to say it’s sickening but, I actually find it pretty endearing. She’s a very nice woman.” You watched them.

“That she is, sweet too.” He agreed.

The two of you continued to catch up until the socializing became too much. You excused yourself and went out back to smoke. There would be no way you’d get through this without it. Although you hadn’t ever been to their house you made yourself at home. The cool breeze was welcoming compared to the stuffiness inside. You pulled the pre rolled joint out of your pocket and right as you were about to light it you heard someone clear their throat.

It was Helen. You felt a bit bad because you did pull out drugs on her property but she surprised you by sitting down across from you. She seemed a bit stressed but still smiled at you. You almost had the wind knocked out of you when she asked if you would share. In a way you felt guilty like you were a bad influence on the good kid but she was older than you and you were always told to respect your elders.

You lit the joint, taking the first hit and then handed it to her. She took a small hit and started coughing. You handed her your water and she took a sip before laughing. Your hand brought the joint up to your lip to take another inhale. This was top of the line shit, you hoped she would know that. The warm fuzzy feeling started to settle in your mind and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“God, I haven’t smoked in years!” She sounded excited.

The two of you spent the next few minutes in silence just passing the rolled joint back and forth. Half way through it though you started talking. Like weed tended to do, you talked about life and all that jazz until the topic of John came up. She told you she was so happy you came and that she knows he’s happy as well.

You were surprised he hadn’t followed her out here. Helen explained to you that as much as she loved her family she hated that they were so rude about her husband to him himself and her. Next year they wouldn’t host, she had enough of all the tension and how everyone getting along was all fake. You agreed with her and finished the joint.

“Tell me something about him that no one else knows.” She giggled behind her hand.

Helen felt like a teenage girl gossiping about her crush but she had to ask. You brought your finger up to rub at your chin as you thought. What’s something you could say that would shock her or embarrass John. You thought long and hard before the lightbulb went off in your head.

“John can dance. Specifically ballet.”

“No way.”

“Yeah way, he had to wear a tutu!”

“No I didn’t.” You jumped at the sound of his voice.

Damn how quiet he could be.

“I invite you to my house and you get my wife high?” John questions.

“You want some? I have another.” You went to pull it out but he put his hand out to let you know he was okay.

“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy John.” She chastised him and you almost spit your drink out.

“Yeah John.”

“I came out here to tell you the food is almost ready, not to be ganged up on.”

The two of you laughed before Helen got up to go back inside saying she should probably go inside. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the house. You giggled while lighting up the second joint and he continued to stare at her.

“Did she just call you a fuddy-duddy?”

“Yes. Why what would you have said? Actually-“

“Lame, loser, boring…”

“-I don’t want to hear it.” You snickered and kept hitting the joint.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before he let out a sigh. John needed the fresh air, though it might not be so fresh with you here smoking but it was better than in the house. He thanked you for coming and you reminded him that you were always only a phone call away, to which he responded that he knew.

It was nice seeing you, John thought to himself. For how annoying and crazy you could be, he’s glad he did it, and that Helen had pushed him too. He forgot how well you two got along even if he’d only seen you interact once. Meanwhile you were smacked. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that second one. You seemed to overdo it a lot.

Something about the way John was looking at you made you start giggling. When he gave you a confused look you just laughed harder. You were almost laying on the chair as you cackled. It was definitely the weed but you couldn’t breathe from how hard you were laughing. You flicked the roach at him but he dodged it.

“What are you laughing at?” His deadpanned voice made you laugh even harder, which seemed impossible.

“You. Man you’re making me laugh, go back inside! Your lover awaits you!”

John realized he wasn’t going to get anything of substance out of the conversation and got up to leave but not without a small chuckle. You were always so weird but you were still right. He knew Helen was waiting for him and that food was ready by now. You were still laughing as your friend told you to come in for food.

“Give me a minute!” You shooed him away.

*

The air in the house felt almost hot as it greeted you when you came inside. Everyone was sitting at the table staring at you as you made your way to your seat next to Marcus. You looked at them with a raised eyebrow. Jeez, Helen wasn’t joking. Her family did seem judgemental.

“And where were you?” One of the family members asked.

“I went for a walk.” Is all you said even if you wanted to jump over the table and strangle them.

“Smells like it…” Marcus snorted into his glass.

You gave him a light smack and started to fill your plate. The talk of people filled the table but all you could focus on was how good the food was. God damn, Helen was an amazing cook, you don’t think you’ve ever eaten something so good. You thought about how to everyone else you looked more like a hungry dog

devouring your food but you didn’t care.

When you looked up you were correct. Everyone was staring at you. Some in disgust, some in awe and some in confusion. If you looked closer you’d probably see John’s temple twitch at your actions. With slow movements you kept your eye on everyone while still shoving food into your mouth. Helen hid her smile behind her hand.

“What?” You asked with a mouth full of food.

“You say you’re a doctor?” One of the men asked.

You took a big sip of your wine, your mouth was starting to feel dry.

“Yup. One of the best, actually.” Pride, that’s what you felt.

“That’s hard to believe…”

You don’t know who said it but John noticed the way you gripped your knife in your hand. This needed to end now or you’d end it in ways he didn’t want to think about at a nice Thanksgiving dinner with his wife. You stared at the man, almost snarling at him.

“Well, believe what you want but I’ll let you know that I’ve been watching you all night. The way you move your arm I can tell your shoulder hurts you. Is it a torn rotator cuff? I’m willing to bet money on it. Also that your doctor sucks.” Your grip on the knife tightened at the idea of a good time.

“Why you little-“

“Okay! Okay! Let’s just eat. The food is great, let's just focus on the food.” John’s worried voice filled your ears.

The statement was directed more at you, not Helen’s family member. With a slight grumble you let go of the chokehold on your knife and began eating again. Just like that, the whole conversation never happened as you went back into your dream of amazing, sweet and savory food.

*

The night had ended and almost everyone had left. Marcus left right after dinner saying he had something to attend to. It was just you, John and Helen, and also her parents. You were laying on their couch before you realized that you should get going as well. Your bed was calling your name.

As you were getting ready her mother and father walked up to you. You were putting your coat on. Your face did not hide your confusion as to why they were approaching you. Was it because you threatened their nephew at dinner? Not your fault the man had to challenge your skills.

“So, you and John? You’re siblings?” The mom asked.

“Yes, he’s my big brother. He was in charge of me when we were younger.” You smiled.

“In charge?” The father trailed off.

John could feel your schemes in his bones and found you just in time to hear the conversation.

“No blood relation. She’s adopted.” Leave it to John to ruin everything.

“Um you were too! We had a very big family! That was poor.” John just whacked you upside the head when they looked away.

You rubbed the sore spot while grumbling. Asshole.

The parents looked at John and smiled at him and he had to take a second to believe he wasn’t seeing things. Helen’s parents always kept a distance and never, ever smiled at him. Not even at their wedding. It almost scared him.

“We had no idea you were a self made millionaire Jonathan. All while taking care of a sibling. Good job.” Her father put his hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

John just stood there with his mouth agape. Helen’s parents liked to pretend that he didn’t even exist and now they were smiling and praising him. After a few seconds he shut his mouth and nodded his head. Her parents went to talk to say their goodbyes and left you and him alone.

“Ah Jonathan you have to learn how to work those people. Rich folks, they love any story that fits their narrative. Poor orphan self made millionaire? How inspiring.” You mocked.

John let out a deep chuckle. You were always good at getting people to like you, even if you were annoying and crass. It made sense, you were very smart. You yawned and gave him a hug before he pulled away to open the door for you. You’d already said goodbye to Helen but you called out one more farewell and stepped outside.

“I better be coming back next year.” You laughed when John shut the door in your face.

Helen came up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“She’s definitely coming back next year.”

He smiled.

“Yeah. She is.”

[onenicebugperday]

Hey bug friend! The assasin bug and its mouth tubes have me wondering about how mouth tubes work. Are assasin bug mouth tubes similar to tarantulas? Once they've poked a tasty snack and injected them with digestive enzymes do they slurp it up through the same mouth tube, or through their actual mouth? Do they just digest the inside of their snacks and leave the exoskeleton, or do they slurp that too? Is it different when they eat small vertebrates? Either way what a neat trick!!

Spiders and assassin bugs do not eat in the same way!

Exactly how they eat depends on the type of spider, but in general (and this is simplified), spiders immobilize prey with venom and/or webbing. The venom begins to break down tissue, and then the spider also regurgitates digestive enzymes onto their prey that starts breaking down the tissue further from the outside. Then they use their chelicerae (fangs) and other mouthparts to mash up any remaining solid bits in order to eat it. So what they ingest is a sort of liquid/mush that's slurped into their stomach, which sucks food inward via the mouth and through the esophagus into the stomach and then down through the rest of the digestive tract. What's left is normally just the inedible hard parts like some of the exoskeleton, wings, and legs. The idea would be the same for eating a small vertebrate.

Assassin bugs on the other hand only have a mouth tube (proboscis), so they don't have any way to chew/mush up their prey. They stab their proboscis into their prey using sharp stylets at the end of it, and inject venom and/or saliva which both immobilizes and begins to digest the insides of the prey item. Then they use their proboscis to suck out the liquified insides, leaving any remaining solids behind. Inside the proboscis is a salivary canal and a canal that food is sucked up through where it continues into the digestive tract.

These guys of course evolved from other Hemipterans that use their mouth tube to suck out plant juices.

Blood-feeding assassin bugs (kissing bugs in the subfamily Triatominae) use their mouth tube to puncture the skin of mammals, birds, and reptiles, and suck out blood. If there are others that feed on vertebrates, I'm not familiar with them.

Hopefully that made sense since I was trying to simplify it!

[chanfictions]

Chidori

18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI!

Kakashi x Reader

Part 2

Playing with electricity, mind games, smut, smut, smut.

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It's all fun and games until your boyfriend acquires intel that you have some unfulfilled fantasies involving his chakra nature.

You and your big fucking mouth.

You knew getting drunk and shmoozing with that old pervert was a huge mistake, but inebriated you was just a treasure trove of curative ideas for the raunchy author's writer's block, and he was footing the tab. One cup of sake after another and your most titillating fantasies just rolled right off of your twisted tongue in a drunken game of Never-Have-I-Ever, Kink Edition. Little did you know that your traitorous mountain of a drinking buddy would slink off to your boyfriend later with all of the intel he had gathered from you.

You made a mental note to sic Tsunade on him later. Now, however, you had more important things to worry about, namely the chirping cracks of lightning surrounding Kakashi’s hand as you shifted nervously in your rope bindings. "Babe, shouldn't we talk about this?" You squeaked nervously as you twirled in place like a little marionette with your arms bound above your head.

"What's there to talk about, hm? Jiraiya told me just how exciting you thought it would be to play with electricity." The eerie calm in his voice as he circled you, wielding that handful of sparking doom sent lusty shivers up your spine. You were a thrill seeking fear slut, and Kakashi knew it. The danger held in his palm twisted your insides into the most delightful knots and left you dripping with excitement.

"I meant… oh, I don't know, a violet wand or something designed for use on the human body, not an assassination jutsu!" You stammered and your voice climbed in pitch. Your eyes widened the closer he got to you. The scent of ozone filled your nostrils, and all of the little hairs on your body stood on end from the static beginning to collect in the air.

"What's the matter, kitten? Don't think you can handle it?"

"Do I think I can handle a jutsu you use to literally pierce people's hearts as FOREPLAY?!" Your voice entered the soprano register as you gnawed your lip and spun around him again, tipping about on the balls of your bare feet.

A chuckle purred deep in Kakashi’s chest as he pulled his mask down with a light curl to the corner of his mouth. "That is what I asked you."

Words failed you, and all you could manage was a high pitched squeal as he ghosted the edge of that jutsu around your exposed stomach, just barely kissing your skin with static. Your breath caught in your throat as your heart leapt into your mouth.

"You haven't forgotten your safe word, have you?" He mused while continuing to circle you like a silver-haired lion.

Another squeaky yelp that sounded like a 'no' slipped from your lips as your bugged out eyes followed the sparks and you twitched away from his hand.

"What we should talk about is your racy little conversation with Master Jiraiya yesterday." Kakashi’s dark iris glinted with the reflection of those chirping bolts as he traced a less dangerous finger along your trembling jawline, tipping your chin upward. "Naughty girl, telling that old pervert about your little fantasies before even I had the privilege of hearing them." His voice was a mere gusty murmur blowing beneath the deafening crackle humming right next to your face.

"We were just talking about his unfinished book," you insisted in a shaky chitter as your eyes locked on the blue chakra leaping from his fingertips. Boy, did Kakashi know how to push your buttons. The ache between your legs had you twisting your thighs as that knot of excited fear tightened in your belly. He had barely laid a finger on you since hanging you up, and you were just fluttering for some kind of stimulation.

Another dark little laugh rolled in Kakashi’s chest. "You should really know better by now, kitten," he purred, bringing the jumping bolts ever closer to your skin, letting little shocks nip and draw goosebumps on your waist as he trailed his sparking hand ever closer to your very erect nipples, making you squirm anxiously. "Master Jiraiya and I are very good friends. He tells me everything."

You swallowed hard, breaking into a bit of a sweat. "So… um… what else did he tell you?" Your voice cracked under the strain of the pitch you were reaching while you bit your lip. Keeping your heaving chest away from his hand was growing more difficult with the little slack you had in your rope.

"Now, where's the fun in giving up my leverage?" A sly smile tilted his lips. "You might want to stop squirming before this arcs… electricity can be so unpredictable, can't it?"

A high whine hummed in your throat as your eyes flicked from that devious smile back to his hand again. He wouldn't, right? Another hard swallow had you nibbling on your lip in hopeful anticipation and wringing your bound hands. That chirping sound terrified you, as you knew it all too well from fighting alongside the silver-haired jonin. Your heart raced in the best possible way, that fear leaving you aching and wet.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes," he murmured in your ear, sliding behind you and pulling your body tightly against his with his tamer hand, tracing a line from your navel up to the breast he firmly cupped. You felt that bulge of desire for you straining the fabric of his pants when you were pulled in and gave your ass a little teasing wiggle against it. He trailed his lips along your neck up to your jaw. Deft fingers rolled a hardened bud, sending tasty jolts through your body, making you arch into his touch. The chattering spark in his left hand hovered inches from your skin. "Say it."

"K-kakashi, I--" you stammered nervously. He could no doubt feel your racing pulse beneath his lips as he kissed his way along your neck.

"It's simple. Either you want it and you tell me as much, or you don't and tap out, but we both know what you're going to say." How that man managed to maintain such an aloof coolness while terrorizing you like this was just beyond you.

With your blood rushing in your ears, you bit your lip and dropped your head back against his shoulder. "Light me up," you breathed lustfully before you even realized what you were asking for.

With a knowing chuckle, Kakashi obliged. The pitch of the chirping shifted, and hot points of light licked your skin, leaving you gasping in surprise. The little lightning strikes were fiery and felt sharp like the edge of a knife being dragged over your flesh. You had expected it to really hurt, but as usual, Kakashi had twisted your head around in a delicious mind fuck, letting you think he just might fry you up until the very last moment. The sensation beautifully toed the line between pain and pleasure, sending literal shocks through your body. Arching your back, you bit your lip with an excited squeal as his hand hovered just above your nipple, peppering it with a storm of static. "Did you really think that I would touch you with an actual Chidori?" The tone of his voice sent shivers up your spine.

"It s--ah-aaah-oounded like the rreeeal one," you gasped in a breathy moan as those sparks danced around your torso. Tiny bolts pierced your skin like needles without leaving so much as a mark in their wake. The most shocking aspect of this newfound kink was the smell. It never occurred to you that electricity had any kind of defining odor, but this did, and you couldn't get enough of it.

More soft chuckles hummed behind you as Kakashi’s breath fanned your neck. His sparking hand ran circles around your breasts, sending shocks straight through your body to your throbbing clit. The sensation was amazing and left you arching into his body, swaying your hips against his own waiting lust. "Are you trying to tell me something, hm?" He punctuated the statement with a nip of your neck and began trailing his new favorite toy downward.

"W-w-aaaait a minute!!" You squeaked in surprise at a dog-whistle pitch, wiggling your hips again in an effort to avoid that hand as you had quickly realized what he was about to do with it.

"You know the word to use if you want me to stop," he murmured, more and more amused by this. "Otherwise, I'm going to find out if I can get you off without actually touching you." He slid his feet between yours, prying your legs apart and stepping lightly on the tops of your now inward turned feet to keep you rooted.

The next sound coming out of your mouth was a shrill, giggling shriek that rolled into a loud moan. Kakashi brought those sparking fingers down to your slick clit, hovering just above it and sending little lightning strikes grouped in pulsing waves directly at the most sensitive spot. The electric chakra jumped around your dripping pussy, sending all new sensations ripping through your body. The inhuman noise you were producing grew loud enough that Kakashi had to muffle your mouth with his other hand to prevent the neighbors from thinking he was murdering you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you let out another loud wail. Pins, needles, and precise strikes of heat from the electricity coursing through you sent your muscles contracting in waves in time with the pulses leaving his fingers. Your walls fluttered around nothing, absolutely starving to be filled. The intensity was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your legs trembled as the pitch of your voice rolled chromatically skyward.

Kakashi hummed praises in your ear, kissing along your exposed neck as he kept that one hand clamped firmly over your mouth. With a sly smirk he whispered in your ear, "Let's turn things up a bit."

To say you saw stars as he did just that was an understatement. The heat and force applied by those biting strikes of sparking chakra increased, intensifying your involuntary muscle contractions. Your legs nearly gave way as the first heavy wave of the night crashed over you and stole the air from your screaming lungs. Your walls clenched desperately. The knot of heat in your belly finally burst.

"Mmm, so that does work. Good to know," he mused, turning up the power as you rode out that first release until you wailed again and bucked your hips into his hand. Cutting the chakra off for the moment, he pressed hard against your puffy clit, rubbing circles to keep you teetering on the edge of blissful insanity.

"Mmmfffff--K-kakashi, please," you begged desperately around his hand. You were throbbing, aching, pining to be filled. "N-need you, need you now--"

As swift as the bolts of lightning crackling about in his hand, Kakashi had you untied from the rope, stripped his own clothes, and pinned to the mattress just a few steps behind where you were hanging. With a bruising kiss and a hand tangled in your hair, he ground his hips against your throbbing pussy, eliciting a lewd moan from you into his mouth. Hungry, desperate, and needy for him, you snapped your legs around him, urging him to stuff you. There was no need for the usual prep with how wet that electricity had gotten you. You gasped with eyes rolling back into your head as he abruptly rutted his full length into your aching core, sending you right back into outer space, digging your nails into his shoulders and locking your legs around him.

A low growl rumbled in Kakashi’s throat as your walls attempted to crush his cock. He swallowed your moans and wails from his movements in equally ravenous kisses with one hand still tangled into your hair. As you rode out yet another blinding orgasm, he snatched one of your knees and pinned it to your chest to achieve more depth that left you teetering on the edge of blackout. It was so fucking good. You clenched around him again, finally with the satisfaction of being stuffed so full and babbled incoherently. "Fuck-- Kakashi, so fu-haaah-ah-big -- can't -- oh, gods-- I--"

Hearing you unable to string together a coherent sentence filled Kakashi with immense satisfaction as he ground deeply into your impossibly tight little hole. Picking up the pace, the force of his thrusts rocked the bed noisily into the wall, though it likely couldn't be heard over you. He smothered your rambling cries with his mouth, leaving trails of bites and hot breath down your neck before coming back for more. He groaned loudly as you bit his shoulder while fluttering around him yet again to stifle your own noise. Nail marks decorated his upper back from your desperate attempt to hold onto something as he railed you into oblivion. His breathing quickened before catching in his throat and erupting as a guttural growl when he delved into you to an impossible depth, painting your insides white.

You were nearly choking on your own saliva as you dropped your head back into the mattress beneath you, fighting to catch your breath. Kakashi buried his face into the curve of your neck, gripping you tightly and murmuring soft affections as you both slowly drifted down from that impressive high. You could hardly feel your legs from how hard your soul had been fucked out of your body. He remained there, buried in you with your leg still trapped, trailing his fingers along your cheek while you tried to remember your own name.

"That was… ridiculous," you breathed heavily, coiling your arms around his neck.

Kakashi just chuckled, trailing his lips up your neck to yours again. "Well, now that you can speak again, perhaps we can finish the conversation we started earlier," he mused, running his fingers along your side teasingly.

You were not running on full steam and just pressed yourself tightly against him. "Hmm?"

"Mmm, electricity wasn't the only thing you were talking about with Master Jiraiya…" Kakashi spoke in a husky tone and trailed off with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

You peered up at him, face beginning to flame with embarrassment and a slight hint of dread as you remembered the depth of your drunken chat with the sannin who was definitely going to get pummeled for this later.

Oh, shit.

"What's this I heard about shadow clones?"

[ginwalt]

uhh could I request a wanda x reader doing something really reckless (like stealing the car for a 3 am drive) and Carol and Nat (who are like their mother figures - and also are in a relationship) scolding them for it!!

ps: I don't know if scolding is even a word but I guess you know what I mean hahahah

a/n: I am absolutely in love with this prompt and I had a lot of fun writing it :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none just some cursing and some underage drinking.

Word Count: 2,680

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It was around 3:30 in the morning when you felt someone nudge your shoulder. Groaning, you pulled your blanket further over your head.

"Leave me alone," you grumbled under your breath.

It was only when a strand of red magic surrounded the edge of the blanket and jerked it off your body, did you awaken. You gasped at the sudden assault of cold air and shot up. Wanda stood over you in a Black Sabbath hoodie and ripped jeans with a far too pleased smirk on her face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" You hissed, rubbing your bleary eyes.

"Put some clothes on; I want to show you something."

"The sun isn't rising for another 2 hours, Wan. I want to go back to bed," you complained, grasping for the blanket once more.

Wanda pulled the blanket fully off your shared bed and looked at you pleadingly, "Come on, please? I promise it will be worth it," her eyes were wide as she looked at you hopefully. At this time of night- or morning, you supposed - her accent was thicker than it would be during the day. You cursed your weak resolve and slunk out of bed.

"Fine, but I'm stealing one of your hoodies," you grumbled.

She chuckled, "You are already hoarding at least half of them," she pointed out as you stepped out of your pajama pants. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled on black yoga pants and an Iron Maiden sweatshirt you had been keeping on your side of the closet for at least a month now. Wanda gasped and slapped your arm lightly, "I have been looking for that everywhere, Y/n. I thought I lost it!"

"Your hoodies are comfier," you reasoned with a shrug. "Anyways, how are we supposed to get past mother hen one and two?" You gestured towards the direction of Natasha and Carol's room.

Wanda pondered this for a moment, "Just be fast and quiet, you go out and wait in the car, and I will grab the drinks."

You raised an eyebrow, "Natasha's a world-class assassin, and Carol wakes up whenever Nat does; this won't work. Also, we're going to drink at 3 in the morning?"

Wanda huffed, "It will be fine. You worry too much, Y/n. Plus, when have we ever drank irresponsibly?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stuffed your hands in your pockets, "Do you really want me to answer that."

Wanda pushed you towards the door, "Go outside and wait in the car." You snickered and carefully opened the bedroom door, wincing when the hinges squealed slightly. It wasn't a matter of not being caught as much as it was a matter of being long gone before Natasha and Carol decided to go after them. Regardless of how sneaky they thought they were being, Natasha- if not both her and Carol - was bound to hear them. Ever so carefully, you wedged the front door open and slipped through it.

You had moved in with Carol, Nat, and Wanda a year into your relationship with her. Having graduated college with a nearly nonexistent relationship with your parents, you needed a place to live. Your girlfriend and the women who practically made sure you didn't starve throughout college seemed like the most reasonable choice. You had met Wanda on campus, and it had taken three weeks of being her friend until you realized she was an Avenger. Shortly after that, Wanda introduced you to the rest of her team. At first, your only interaction with the married couple was them giving you the "shovel talk" when Wanda first introduced you as her girlfriend. However, after working with them as a hacker for SHIELD, they quickly took you under their wing as well.

Smiling slightly at the memory, you opened the passenger door to Natasha's black Corvette Stingray. It took all of three minutes for Wanda to come running out the door, a bottle of apple cinnamon whiskey in hand. She threw the door open and shoved the bottle into your hand before pushing the key into the ignition and gunning it down the street. Your eyes bugged as your fumbled to get your seatbelt fastened. You clutched at your chest as the two of you went 45 in a neighborhood.

"Wanda, what the fuck!" you yelped, gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

"I'm sorry, I heard their door open, and I panicked!" She cried, grasping blindly for her seatbelt. The two of you slowed down slightly as you gained distance from the house.

"They're totally going to notice the whiskey's gone, Wan. We're both 19; we can't legally drink yet!"

"Relax, Y/n they won't notice one drink is missing out of a whole cabinet filled with alcohol," Wanda reasoned, turning onto a gravel road.

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend, "How many times do I have to point out that Nat is the world's top assassin and Carol was trained by both the US military and the Kree?"

"I promise it will be worth it," Wanda insisted, grabbing your hand from across the middle console. You sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of her hand.

"You're lucky I love you."

Wanda grinned and shot a wink at you, "I know." With that, she pulled off the dirt road and into the middle of a grassy clearing. You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached down to grab the whiskey, which had rolled under the seat during your escape out of the neighborhood. Wanda stepped out of the car and went around the back to grab a large black and red checkered blanket. You followed her as she smoothed out the blanket atop the grass and pointed up at the sky. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw streaks of light blaze across the sky.

"I didn't know there was going to be a meteor shower tonight," you whispered, eyes never leaving the sky. Wanda grinned and unscrewed the bottle. She took a hearty drink from it and passed it over to you.

"I was hoping to surprise you," she explained, laying down on the blanket.

You followed suit and took a large drink of your own. "Why did we need alcohol for this, exactly?"

The corner of Wanda's lips quirked upward as she turned her head to look at you. "Make it a bit more...colorful, I suppose. I considered whether edibles would be better, but Nat and Carol would definitely skin us alive when they found out about that."

You giggled; the apple cinnamon whiskey had settled in your stomach, warming your body against the early morning breeze. Your head felt fuzzier as you leaned over to place a kiss on Wanda's cheek. "This is perfect, Wan. Thank you." Wanda placed a cinnamon-flavored kiss on the corner of your mouth. "How much do you want to bet Wanda and Carol are waiting by the door for us right now?"

Your girlfriend let out a drunken laugh and set the now half-empty bottle aside. "10 dollars that they left the house to find us."

"You're on." The two of you dissolved into hysterical giggles that lasted so long your stomach started to cramp. The blazes of white-hot light lit up the sky as your vision turned blissfully hazy. Clumsily, you crawled towards Wanda and placed your head atop her stomach. "Mmm, you're warm," you hummed, a goofy smile cracking through your lips. The witch placed her hands against the side of your head and started stroking them through the locks of your hair.

Just as your eyes started to slip shut at the attention, your felt her hands halt. "Y/n?" You let out a quiet 'mhm' in response. "How're we gonna get home?" Her voice was slurred and thick with her Sokovian accent.

Your eyes snapped open, and you shot up. "Shit, we can walk, maybe?" Wanda gave you a blank look in response as she gestured to the expanse of nothingness around you. You sighed, "We have to call Carol and Nat."

Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands. Her chipped black nails scrubbed at her eyes and cheeks, leaving red lines all over her face. "Do we have to?"

"Well, we can't drive Wanda, and by the time we're sober enough, it'll be nearly 7:30!"

"They're going to kill us," she complained, burying her face in her hoodie. "Just get it over with."

You fished your phone from your pant pocket and hesitantly pressed Natasha's contact. The phone barely got through with its first ring before the older woman picked up.

"Where the hell did you two go?" her raspy voice was nearly brimming with anger. You almost dropped your phone at the venom lacing her words.

" 'M sorry, 'Tasha," you winced at the heavy slur in your words before continuing. "We thought it'd be fun."

You heard someone grab the phone, "Are you two drunk?" Carol demanded.

"No..." you trailed off pathetically. Wanda glared at you and lightly kicked your foot.

"Y/n try to say Natasha's full name, right now," you straightened slightly at Carol's military voice.

"N'tasha 'Manoff," your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you attempted to form the words. "...Okay, maybe a little bit."

"Where are you? We're coming to get you," Nat insisted. You heard footsteps from the other end of the line and someone pulling the hallway closet open.

"Wan, where are we?" you asked, glancing around the fields of overgrown grass and wheat.

Wanda winced and bit the tip of her finger, "Uhhh.."

"You don't know?" Natasha and Carol shouted. Wanda pursed her lips and looked down at her lap.

"I didn't have a specific route planned out beforehand," she admitted.

"Turn the location tracker in your phone settings on," Natasha ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you both grumbled in unison, feeling akin to a scolded child.

"When we get there, you two better hope you have a better excuse than the ones we heard over the phone," Carol warned.

"You took my Corvette?" Natasha complained.

"It was either that or Carol's truck, and Wanda isn't used to driving stick yet," you insisted. "Her car's still in the shop from last month." A speeding car had rear-ended Wanda's car on the highway.

We will talk about this when we get there, do not touch the Corvette any more than you already have," with that, Natasha hung up.

"Well, apple cinnamon whiskey isn't a terrible last meal," you reasoned as Wanda folded the blanket and set it in the backseat.

"Y/n, we haven't eaten since dinner time. Whiskey is hardly a meal," Wanda grumbled, shutting the door.

"Babe, I'm trying to be optimistic."

"Captain Marvel and Black Widow are on their way to kick our asses into the moon," Wanda replied, leaning back against the Corvette. You sighed and rested your head against her shoulder. "Sorry this night was a bust," she mumbled, eyes staring down at her boots dejectedly.

You smiled and leaned in to press your lips against hers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers. "This is one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me, Wanda. Thank you." Wanda grinned sheepishly and buried her face in your shoulder.

A few dreadful minutes later, you saw the headlights of Carol's truck speed down the gravel road. The truck lurched to a stop as the two superheroes jumped out of the car.

"Are you two alright?" Natasha demanded, half-running to the two of you.

"We're fine, I can protect myself, and Y/n was with me the whole time," Wanda reasoned. "We went out to watch a meteor shower, not go clubbing.

"I can protect myself just fine," you whined.

Carol raised an eyebrow, "Your hands were built for hacking and reading, not punching." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. Wanda offered you a sympathetic smile but did not say anything to counter the older woman's claim. Rude.

"Wanda, get in the Corvette, Y/n get your ass in the truck," Natasha ordered. She was wearing a black leather jacket over her red silk pajama set. Carol was in basketball shorts and a tank top with a brown leather bomber jacket pulled over it. You quickly shuffled over to the truck and slid in.

Your foot nervously tapped against the floor of the car as you watched Carol grab the nearly empty bottle of whiskey and made her way over to the truck. Shutting the door, she set the bottle of whiskey on the open seat between you two and turned the keys in the ignition. As the pickup truck rumbled to life, she turned to face you. "Kid, you two nearly downed that bottle in a single night. What were you thinking?" You burrowed further into Wanda's sweatshirt as if to protect from her stern gaze.

"You're really mad at us, huh?" you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

Carol sighed and followed behind Natasha down the road, "You scared the shit out of us, kid. We didn't know where you had gone, why you left, plus it's nearly pitch black out here."

"But, we're adults just like you and Nat," you insisted weakly.

"You're still teenagers; we're in our 30's. Millions of things could have gone wrong; some creep could have taken you before Wanda could get to you, you could have crashed had you chosen to drive home, your phones could have died, or you could have gotten lost."

You shrunk further into your sweater, "Sorry..."

Carol sighed and looked over at you as she turned into the neighborhood. "Listen, kid. We really care about you two a lot. Nat and I have to resist the urge to duct tape you to the kitchen chairs to keep you two from leaving for missions. We know you can take care of yourselves, but a heads up in the future would be nice, and also more reasonable hours for your plans."

You grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, that seems fair."

Carol smiled and pulled into the driveway. Natasha and Wanda were waiting on the doorstep when you two got out. The latter looked thoroughly chastised as she burrowed her mouth and nose into her hoodie. When the four of you got inside, Natasha sighed and checked the clock on her phone.

"Well, we might as well watch a movie or something since it's nearly sunrise." You and Wanda settled on the couch, with Natasha to your left and Carol to Wanda's right acting as bookends. The assassin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of her neck. You saw Wanda lay her head in Carol's lap as the older woman pulled up Netflix. Natasha was idly threading her fingers through your hair, causing your already drunk and lethargic mind to grow hazier. Your eyes started to slip shut as you felt yourself being guided to lay your head in Nat's lap. You jerked slightly, attempting to fight the drowsiness from taking hold. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to sit up. However, the battle for consciousness was quickly lost when Nat started using her nails to gently massage your scalp.

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"Carol," the assassin whispered to her wife. The blonde stopped her search for a good movie as she glanced over at Natasha.

"What is-" her question was quickly cut off by her wife quietly shushing her. Nat gestured down to the younger women currently lying in each of their laps. Carol glanced down to find Wanda's face hidden against the sleeve of her hoodie as she let out soft snores.

"Well, guess the movie idea's a bust," she whispered.

Natasha nodded, "You grab Wan, and I'll get Y/n."

Carefully, the heroes scooped the younger women into their arms and carried them to your shared bedroom. Natasha gently set you onto the bed beside your girlfriend and pulled the blanket- which was lying on the floor for whatever reason - to cover the two of you. Ever so cautiously, the couple crept out of the room.

[neo-culture-mafia]

[02:03PM] “Where is he, Mark? They should’ve arrived yesterday.” You questioned for the millionth time that day— pacing around the room as you looked at the window every two seconds.

“I thought you didn’t care about what happened to your arranged husband.” Hyuck muttered, receiving a not-so-nice glance from Mark.

“You’re not helping, Hyuck.” Mark scolded him before walking to you and gently placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “Unforeseen things happen during missions all the time, Y/N. I’m sure they’re on their way.” He stated with a gentle smile on his lips.

“Aren’t they supposed to tell you guys when something happens?” You asked, feeling the cold sweat take over your hands. Your nervousness was starting to show.

“Only when they’re fucked up.” Hyuck added, automatically shrinking his shoulders when Mark turned to him to mouth “I’m gonna kill you” with no sound.

“What he’s trying to say...” Mark turned his attention back to you with the sweetest smile he could put on his face. “is that they only call when they need help, so the fact they haven’t called it’s a good sign. Very good sign.” He assured you.

“Okay.” You finally let a deep breath out of your mouth, trying to let Mark's words sink in and help with your worrying.

“You should go to bed, though. We’re gonna linger around a bit more so we'll tell Renjun that you were worried about him when he arrives.”

“I’m not worried about him.” Your facial expression automatically changed and you adjusted your posture, getting out of Mark's grasp. “I’m just concerned about the others, there are people from my family there too, that’s all.”

“Uhum. I’ll let you fool yourself this time.” Hyuck gave you a sarcastic smile before walking to you with a bit less attitude. He knew better than to keep doing that to you, you had a scary husband. “But seriously, go get some sleep. I'll let you know when he arrives. You barely slept last night.”

Judging by the way Mark and Hyuck were staring at you, you knew that trying to say anything different would be a lost battle.

“Pinky promise?” You asked after sighing at how powerless you were in front of two of your closest friends. “I whole hand promise you.” Donghyuck held up his hand for you to hit, getting a weak smile as an answer from you. “He’s one of the best, Y/N. If there’s anyone in this world that you shouldn’t worry about, it’s him.” He reassured you before kindly scouting you out of the room.

{...}

When Renjun finally arrived at his house, his mind was too tired for him to remember that he was supposed to tell you he had arrived. His feet unconsciously moved towards the bathroom as he quietly repeated to himself that he just needed to take all that blood off of him and that he would feel better. A fallacy to say the least, but Renjun had never felt like himself whenever he had blood stains on him, it just bugged his mind as a constant reminder that one more life had been taken by his gun. Not the happiest thought to have before going to bed.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, finally feeling like himself again, Renjun paced towards your room on the other side of the hallway, ready to knock on your door to tell you he'd arrived and to hear you telling him to fuck off and let you sleep as the usual response. Instead, what he received was much different than expected.

When he was about to knock on your door, he noticed that the door was already open. Your room was empty.

“Y/N?” Renjun called for you. The silence was the only answer. “Shit.” He mumbled to himself, quickly running to your nightstand drawer where he had previously convinced you to leave a gun. It was also empty.

The fear started to grow inside of his chest as Renjun silently walked out of your room. Since you had firmly and kindly stated — or threatened to cut his balls off — that Renjun was banned from ever entering your room without your permission, he still hadn’t had the chance to put any alarms inside your bedroom. The only alarm capable of adverting the rest of Neo Culture in case of trouble was in his room.

Although Renjun had arrived around a few minutes ago, the hall's light was still turned off. He didn’t like to see the bloodstains on him, so he usually would only turn on the lights after making sure he wouldn’t see any reminder of violence on his body.

The fact that his room's light on had passed unnoticed by Renjun, something unusual to happen, only made the fear start to take over his body. Fear was a foreign feeling for Renjun, but when the thought that something might have happened to you occurred to him, he knew this was a rare exception. Someone was inside his house, and you were nowhere to be found. The equation was easy for him.

As much as your marriage wasn’t ideal, Renjun never pushed you away. He understood that you had a temper and that being rude was your way to cope with how fast things had “happened” between the two of you, and even though he didn’t enjoy being treated like shit, he was more than certain that no one had the permission to lay a finger on you. Arranged or not, Renjun took the marriage vows seriously, and someone hurting you was out of the question.

In a second of anger, Renjun ignored all the expert assassin instincts that were screaming for him to check the cameras before attacking- him throwing away the idea to know how many he was going to be dealing with. He ran straight to his room’s door and kicked it open to see a very confused you raising your head from his pillow.

Renjun's eyes were quick to scan your face. You had bags underneath your eyes, very red and swollen eyes, that tipped off that you most likely had cried yourself to sleep. When Mark and Donghyuck mentioned that you were worried about him, Renjun thought that they were just messing around. Now he could see they weren’t lying.

If the situation was different, you would have probably told him to get lost. But as your tired eyes landed on Renjun's figure, relief was the only thing radiating off of you.

You probably looked terrible. You could feel that your hair, your face, your clothes, and even your self-esteem were messed up, but your eyes were still locked on his anyway.

As your brain tried to come up with an explanation, you started to wonder: How could you explain your current situation without completely humiliating yourself in front of the man you thought you despised till yesterday?

“W-what,” your voice failed, causing you to mentally curse at your own stupid voice for not helping. “What’s with the gun?” You managed to say a few words as you quickly sat down on his bed.

“What’s with the crying?” He questioned back, not breaking eye contact with you as he placed the gun on his waistband.

“Uh- Nothing. I just missed my home.” You murmured, cleaning some tears off of your face with your hoodie's sleeve in an awkward manner as your vision tried to adjust to the combination of the room's light + puffy post-cry eyes.

“Oh.” Renjun's stare softened. His heart was still trying to calm down after so many bad scenarios flashed through his mind, so he didn’t even think about whether he would be invading your personal space or not when he sat down next to you. “I’ll ask Chenle to take you to see your parents tomorrow.”

As Renjun's body touched the mattress, your body automatically retracted and you were back on your feet, receiving a confused stare from the previously mentioned.

“I-I didn’t mean it in that way.” The words stumbled out of your mouth as your eyes tried to focus on anything but his face.

Surprisingly, your eyes were met with something you hadn’t seen before. You were so lost in your negative thoughts and crying when you walked into his room that you didn’t notice the small picture frame he kept by the side of his bed. It was your marriage day. You and he were in the picture.

“Huh?” He stared at you in genuine confusion.

No matter how many times you tried to push him away by telling him off or saying that he didn’t have any obligation towards you, he always took your marriage very seriously. He always prioritized whatever you needed, and he would always go beyond his limits just to make sure you had everything you needed.

Renjun never mistreated you. Not even for a second.

“When I married you, this place became my house. Even though I strongly opposed to the wedding, I accepted this as my house.”

“But?” Renjun instinctively asked as his mind was trying to conceive what was going on.

You debated for a few seconds whether or not to say the next words. Yet when you stared at his messed bed sheets that you were lying on instants ago, even if you wanted to, there wasn't any way to embarrass yourself more in front of him than you already had.

“This house isn’t my home without you in it.” You admitted, feeling a heavy burden get off of your shoulders as you let the very last piece of your dignity in Renjun's room before walking yourself out of it without turning back.

[fiveapocalypse]

Honey and peppermint.

Five Hargreeves is a trained assassin from the temps commission but when a nasty stomach bug goes around the city, it’s up to three and four to make sure he gets the care he never received.

Takes Place After S2 but I will NOT be deadnaming Viktor. An alternate universe where the apocalypse was averted ! Enjoy. @five-hargreeves-defense-squad (here you go, Arlo)

The coffee is cold.

Usually, that meant that whoever had it last simply forgot to empty it. The problem, however, was that no one in the house drank coffee more than a prickly time traveling assassin and the fact that the coffee left in Five’s mug is ice cold, not even room temperature, makes Allison worry as she dumps it out into the sink, and cleans the mug afterwards. Why would Five simply leave his coffee out like that? Why would he leave his coffee at all? Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Allison glances upwards, towards where she’s sure Five’s room is, and after debating whether to enter and confront him, or hold a secret family meeting to discuss if he was suffering from some sort of time travel related illness, Allison eventually chose the former—carefully stepping towards her oldest-littlest’s brother’s room.

It’s an ache in her heart to see how unchanged Five’s room is. The posters still stay up on the walls after they had gotten Five an actual whiteboard to write his equations down on, he still kept his toy cars and building blocks, and there was a half finished Lego spaceship on his desk—courtesy of Viktor who had bought the Lego set for Claire but had gotten two for the price of one. Five had insisted he didn’t play with such kid things anymore but seeing how her brother had started to build the ship, only to leave it unfinished, gnawed at her even more. Five never left things unfinished. He was too anxious for that, scared that something would happen if he didn’t do everything at that exact moment. Though her brother tried to deny such claims, everyone saw how fidgety and upset he got when people left things unfinished. Be it food, games, television, hobbies, Five would always frown and hurry to finish whatever it was that they had left behind.

Walking into the room further, Allison gets ready to knock on the wall, thinking Five had just escaped out the fire escape like he always did when he wanted to be alone. This, however, was proved false when a quiet sniffling noise caught her attention the moment she knocked on the open door. Brows furrowed at the sight, she stepped closer towards the lump shaped object on the bed, half convinced that it was a few pillows tied together and a recorder of someone sniffling to trick her. She wouldn’t put it past Five to do such things if it got him out of an interrogation. There was a stomach bug going around after all. Still, she inches towards the bed, where the quiet sniffles are coming from and hesitantly reaches over to pull the covers away, hoping that if it was Five, he didn’t go biting her hand clean off or something. Her brother was always so stubborn in accepting help that finding him upset was a miracle, trying to help him and being allowed to was an even bigger one.

“…l…ly?”

She pauses, hand twitching, and then the voice gets a bit louder, hoarse as if the person had been crying or screaming all night. “Ally—" A sudden cough wracks the lump and it’s enough for Allison to pull the blankets off, hand covering her mouth at the sight. No, Five wasn’t dead or bleeding out or some random bunch of pillows tied together—instead, he was hunched in on himself, face all blotchy and eyes bloodshot, red rimmed. His arms wound up around his stomach and there was snot dripping from his nose that he pitifully wiped at. At the loss of his warmth, Five scrambled to grab the blankets back, falling to the floor when Allison moved back in alarm, taking the blankets with her. Instead of cursing, or hastily standing up and snatching them back, Five gave a groan, which soon devolved into a quiet hiccuping noise and suddenly—it clicked.

As kids, Allison remembers how Five was always in the infirmary. He was smaller than the rest of them, didn’t eat very much, always slept longer than they all did, and woke up extremely early (sometimes crying, sometimes unable to fall back asleep) but what was worse than that were days where he got sick. He sought comfort from everyone, popping into their rooms all blotchy faced and red eyed, sobbing if they kicked him out. She knows this because she’s the only one who didn’t kick him out—well, her and Viktor and sometimes Luther and always Klaus that is. Ben didn’t want to get sick, Diego was always grumpy when you woke him up. Hence, everyone else became the Five defense squad, with their brothers only joining them in the mornings, fully rested and ready to tackle whatever trouble Five had gotten himself into.

This time, it’s a common case of a stomach bug.

For Five, however, it was much, much more.

Carefully, Allison crouched down, maneuvering her brother to lean against her. The moment Five felt another person was close, he clung almost immediately, burying his face into the crook of her neck. Allison doesn’t have the heart to move when he sniffs and probably gets snot and tears all over the back of her shirt. Whatever. It was washable. Making sure Five was okay was more important. “Shh, it’s okay, Ally’s here, see?” She makes sure Five can feel her pulse, one hand reaching up to feel his forehead. He tries to pull away, squirming, but Allison wraps an arm around his waist to keep him still. The moment her hand touched his forehead, she was immediately pulling away, hissing. Her brother was burning up, like some sort of furnace. “You’re burning up, Five, Jesus! How is your brain not mush by now?”

All Five does is hold onto her tighter, murmuring quietly. She can only catch a few words. “M’sorry….didn’t mean to leave…I didn’t, I wasn’t—” he takes a shuddering breath that breaks in the middle into a hiccuping sob. It makes them both flinch. “I’m sorry!” Immediately, Allison pulls away, which makes Five scramble, eyes growing wide at the loss of contact. The tears at the edges of his eyes slip down his cheeks without him wiping them away.

Allison’s heart twists and tears itself apart.

“Hey, hey…” she whispers, holding Five’s wrists, hands going up and down his arms. It makes her brother blink, nails digging into the carpet. “I’m here, it’s okay, you’re okay. We’re in the academy, in your bedroom.” Glazed over green eyes follow the sound of her voice, but Allison knows Five isn’t looking at her. His bottom lip is wobbling.

“Ally?”

Those clouded eyes stare straight through her. “Ally, I can’t see,” another sob and then Five jerks curled in on himself, harshly breathing. “It hurts.” Allison can only whisper soft words, looking between the hallway and the whimpering Five on her lap. Every time his fists clenched, blue light flickered and popped around his veins.

Allison pulls out her phone, speed dialing the first number she had. “He—” the voice on the other end doesn’t have time to finish greeting her when Allison blurts out—

“Where did you put your pills, Viktor?”

A sudden pause happens, and then—with a quiet voice, Viktor replies, “Five’s sick?” His voice is shaky, shuddering breaths drawn in, “I can come over if you need, just—”

“No! I—” Allison pauses, peering down at Five burying his face into her stomach. He shudders when he hears another voice and sobs about how he shouldn’t have come back to 2019 at all because Viktor hated him for pulling him away from Sissy and—“I think if you come, he’ll just get overwhelmed, you know, with the whole—you know what.” She doesn’t need to say the words for her brother to understand and Viktor releases another shaky sigh.

“Yeah…I…yeah.”

It takes a moment or two for him to get things together. “I think you’ll find some in my dresser. I don’t take em anymore, obviously, but you know…He—”

“I know.”

Allison hates to interrupt, hates to play the bad sibling, but she can't focus on Viktor and Five so with a quick ‘thank you,’ the actress hangs up and pulls Five up to his feet by his armpits. Setting him down on the bed, she wraps the blanket around him, curling it tightly. “I’ll be back, okay?” It hurts to see Five grab at her wrist, shaking.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don’t—I’m sorry.”

He tries to pull her over, but Allison pulls her wrist away, making Five make a noise of surprise, immediately curling in on himself, and apologizing again. “No, you’re okay, I’m fine.” Allison cups his face, kisses his forehead so he at least knows she won’t be gone forever, and marches to Viktor’s room, trying to ignore the way Five rocked back and forth, crying.

The pills are indeed in her brother’s dresser, and shaking them, Allison is relieved to find that it isn’t finished. Hurrying downstairs, she fills a cup with water and takes careful steps back to Five’s room. “Hey, buddy…” Allison whispers, watching Five’s head whip towards her. His fists clench, blue light popping and flickering and quickly, Allison crosses the space between them and places a hand over his glowing blue ones. He looks at her, her hands, and slowly—the blue dissipates.

Allison breathes a slow sigh.

“Drink this, okay?” She holds up two pills, along with a glass of water, and watches Five take them warily. Sitting next to him, Allison holds an arm up, and Five takes the invitation to curl up against her side, gripping her shirt with one hand tightly. She makes sure he drinks the pills given, and is relieved when there’s no more glowing blue light around his clenched fists.

Against her, Five whimpers another apology. Allison twitches. “I stranded you,” Five’s voice is hoarse, “I stranded you and then I erased Claire from existence and then I told you to leave your husband forever and I—” Whatever else he was going to say is cut off by his hiccuping sobs and with a quiet sigh, Allison pulls him closer, and runs a hand through his hair.

Five keeps apologizing, until his words slur together, and his head lolls forward slightly. She glanced at him, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open, and adjusting herself against the corner of the bed, Allison barely looks up when someone clears their throat in the doorway.

“I can take over if you want.”

A hello waves at her as Allison snorts. She tilted her head, and Klaus shuffled inside, sitting on the opposite side of the bed. With her brother’s help, she moves the half asleep Five on the other side and for a moment, her brother panics, only to cling to Klaus like a lifeline, sniffling all over again. “I’m sorry.” Five buries his face into Klaus’s chest next, chewing on his shirt subconsciously. “I made things worse.”

Klaus only hums, wraps his arms around the boy and shrugs. “I don’t think you did anything wrong, you saved us, didn’t you?” From beside him, Allison rubs Five’s back, he’s almost close to sleeping.

Their brother scrunches up his face, gripping his shirt.

“I….u….I, I stranded you.”

“And you saved us from the first apocalypse, give yourself some credit, hm? Ben says so.”

Five peers up at him, at the both of them, trying to protest, but his words fall flat, barely leaving his mouth, and Klaus bundles him up in his blankets a bit tighter as he closes his eyes. “Night, Fivey,” Klaus whispers, and beside the two brothers, Allison stands up, maneuvering Five’s legs to be on the bed.

“Three?” The boy grabs her sleeve, hidden in his blankets and Klaus’s gangly arms. “Four?” And Klaus himself hums, keeping him close.

“Yeah, Mi Hermano?”

There’s a pause before Five mumbles, letting Allison go.

“Please don’t die again, please.”

Klaus takes over when Allison freezes, her mouth agape, eyes slowly glossing over. He pulls Five close, humming loudly. It tends to drown out whatever self deprecating thoughts Five ended up stewing in.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Fivey.” He relaxes when Five’s sniffs turn into snores. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Hopefully, neither he or Allison got sick after this.

[arecaceae175]

I WOULD LOVE TO!!!!

They get their name because they are predators! They kill and eat other bugs. Most assassin bugs of the family Reduviidae have the distinct shape of a comparatively large and stocky body, long and thin neck, and a very strong proboscis- which is the mouth bits used for sucking blood out of their prey. Other species have proboscis for sucking or eating other things, but for assassin bugs it’s specialized for eating blood. Some assassin bugs are big enough that they can use their proboscis to quite painfully stab a human!

This genus has 13 species described in the southern part of North America and Central America. Here’s the picture from Wikipedia of one of the species. My guy was probably a male (right on the below picture) because he is thicc

These bugs usually prey on smaller bugs and beetles and sometimes eggs that have been laid to overwinter. They don’t usually eat other assassin bugs. They usually hang out near popular pollination spots and wait for a chance to catch prey. They’ll slowly approach and then grab it with their grabby arms and then stab with mouth and suck out all the juices :)

I was trying to look at some scientific articles about them but they’re all hiding behind a paywall so only Google and Wikipedia information for us :(

But yeah!! Super super cool bug!!!!!

Hi Major how’s it going? What’s the most recent Sky WIP you’ve been working on?

Hi Ace! It's been ages! :D

I'm good! finals are on the horizion but I'm working through it haha. Outside of that Skyward sword is on my brain and I've had the soundtrack on repeat for several days, so I'm living life

I've been doing more on Who watches the watcher (A self-indulgent fic about Sky and how he keeps an eye on the others in his own way), and my 8 plus 1 series(To care for a skyloftian I'm working on the Warriors chapter rn which is always a joy i love the double blorbo trouble) and I've made some dungeon maps for Metamorphosis recently which is fun! fic writing is slow going but we are moving.

How are you? What Sky WIP's are you working on rn? Have you found any cool bugs recently?

[barnxsromanxff]

Spider | Bucky Barnes x reader

Do not repost any of my writes without credit to me

Request: from @cherry-season

“Fem reader, arachnophobia. I mean real fear, perhaps Bucky sees reader asking for help from Morgan or Alpine 🤣 fluff.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings: mention of arachnids (spiders)/ arachnophobia, crawling of bugs, alpine to the rescue?, soft bucky, just fluff!

A/N: imagine the gif is a cat instead of a puppy! also if you guys didn’t know alpine is buckys cat in the comics, just recently found out and i’m so upset they didn’t give Bucky a cat in the movies/show. anyway requests are up, go check that out and my guidelines<3

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You sighed as you sat up from your spot in the bed, the two hour nap made you even more tired. Which was kind of the whole point to get rid of, you groggily got up and trudged your way out of the room. The warmth of the sun made your skin tingle as you tried to wake yourself up more, you slapped your face lightly and groaned. Your eyes widened and you moved yourself closer to the ground. Your mouth went dry as you bit your lip, there was a spider in your home. Your eyes moved to see the white fluff laying on the ground near you.

“Come on Alpine please get up.”

Your voice was at a small whisper as you nudged the lazy cat, you silently pleaded to him. The cat seemed annoyed as it strolled past you towards the spider on the ground

“Yes, get that thing.”

Even though you knew he couldn’t truly understand you, it was calming to see him closer to the black dot of destruction. Spiders have always been your weakness, ever since you were younger and a spider got caught in your hair. It was a traumatizing experience for a 10 year old, ever since then just the thought of the legs crawling on you made you cringe.

“Alpine.”

You groaned as he walked away towards his food bowl without even touching the spider, you inched closer to the arachnid and narrowed your eyes. Your fear embarrassed you, even if you knew the fear was shared by millions of others. You felt weak in moments like this, you were a trained assassin for christ’s sake. You had absolutely no right to be scared of such a small little creature.

“Y/n? Where are you.”

Buckys voice echoed down the halls and you scrambled up, a scream left your lips as you noticed the spider had somehow crawled onto you. His steps were loud as he rushed towards you, he sighed in relieve to see you perfectly fine.

“Get it off me!”

You shrieked and thrusted your arm towards him, shaking it for him to notice the small spider on your lower arm. He laughed lightly and cupped the spider off your arm, the arachnid safely in between his palms.

“You scared?”

His amused smirk made you roll your eyes, shifting awkwardly you nodded.

“Maybe.”

He hummed and went to the front door to drop off the spider outside, making sure to set it down gently. His caring personality reached everything, apparently including spiders.

“It was just a small one, wouldn’t have hurt you.”

His eyes were soft as he made his way over to you, his hands ran up your arms and have them a soft squeeze. His forehead rested on yours and you smiled before glancing over to the meowing cat.

“Alpine was suppose to take care of it, completely failed me.”

Bucky laughed and leaned down letting go of you to pet his friendly animal, the white cat shuttered to his touch and meowed again.

“He’s sort of useless, but he’s adorable.”

Bucky put on a little smile as those words slipped out his mouth. He loved that cat so much, it was truly sweet to see the bond they had for each other. Alpines legs stretched and he found his way to you, his body rubbed against your ankles and he purred against your skin.

“Well you tried Alpine, thanks.”