#and can't let it continue without interfering

[everyryuujisuguro]

[yuukiiqwq]

Part 1

Suguru couldn't believe the words that came out of his best friend's mouth. What the hell did he just say? He was in love... with his sister??? Who, what, when, where, how, and why? Suguru mouth was open in shock as he stared at his best friend. Water dripping down his hand from the water bottle, he crushed.

"You're in love with my sister." Suguru started slowly. "And you decide to tell me right before our game?" He may sound calm to anyone else, but Satoru knows that tone. A tone of an underlying threat. Deadly.

"Would you look at the time our game is starting!" Satoru quickly finished changing and burst out the door before Suguru could chase him. Satoru did not need a beating right before the game. Then again, it was his fault (not that he would admit it) for suddenly blurting out his love confession to your brother.

Throughout the whole game, Suguru was glaring daggers at him. Even when they won the game, the atmosphere filled with cheers and joy, Satoru could feel the cold air radiating off his best friend. He wonders if he could successfully sneak away from his prying eyes to go hang out with you like he promised. First, he needs to find you, push these reporters away, and sneak away with you without Suguru interfering.

Satoru looked around the stadium for you until he finally caught sight of you. He then looked back at Suguru, who was also crowded by reporters. Perfect. The kind, caring gentleman he is won't push these reporters aside! Unlike Satoru, who's always rude, this won't affect his image. It's as if Suguru knew exactly what Satoru was thinking because Suguru immediately pulled out his charming smile to the reporters and said–

"I would love to continue talking to you all, but my sister is here today, and she's waiting for me to go celebrate together. I don't want to keep her waiting." His eyebrows furrows slightly, and his voice trembling. His eyes were glassy like just the thought of not spending time with his sister would make him cry. Being the stupid reporter they are, they believed him. Cooing at him, saying it's alright and how loving he was to want to spend time with his sister. They were charmed by his act. That cunning bastard.

"Since I can't talk to you all, Satoru would love to give an exclusive interview to you all!" This immediately caused all the reporters at him to suddenly rush Satoru, doubling the reporters surrounding him. Suguru smugly smiled at Satoru and mouth–"I'm not stupid Satoru."

He then sees you coming up to your brother, giving him a hug, and a congratulations. How he would kill for you to be next to him right now. For you to say his name and congratulate him. Satoru was going to push away all these reporters at all cost to get to hang out with you, but there was too many. He was getting pushed farther away from you. He could barely manage to hear the conversation the two of you were having.

"Your friend looks like he's suffocating from the reporters Suguru. Don't you think you should do something?" Your eyebrows furrowed in concern for him. "He said he wanted to hang out after the game, too."

"My dear lovely sister, let's go out for some nice fancy dinner tonight to celebrate." Suguru completely ignored your question, put his hand behind your back, and started to push you toward the exit.

Satoru couldn't do anything but watch Suguru push you away from him. This was torture. He finally managed to talk to you. You were so close yet so far away. Shoko did mention how overprotective Suguru was, but c'mon! He is his best friend! Surely he can trust him with his sister! Like what happened to trust!! Where was the trust in this friendship!!! Satoru can feel how happy Suguru was keeping you away from him. His best friend is the incarnation of the devil. He swears it. And on cue, Suguru turned his head around, looked Satoru dead in the eyes, and smiled smugly before exiting with you. Fuck incarnation of the devil. He was the devil.

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[darethshirl]

solavellan, sharing a bed tent

"We've accomplished enough for today. Let's set up camp," the Seeker said brusquely as the sun set on of their first day of excursions, in the Hinterlands woodlands, with the green light of a healed Veil tear still veritably crackling over their skin. She tossed her pack on the ground and knelt, taking out pegs and tools with her strong hands. "Herald, help me with our tent."

Lavellan paused. She'd been in the middle of turning towards Solas—an unthinking, instinctive show of preference, one he refused to think too hard about—and so was stuck in this frozen position, unmoving as a startled halla. "Oh," she started, and failed to continue. Unable to find a tactful way to say no. Her expression, usually unreadable, now looked uncomfortable.

The silence stretched long enough to draw attention to itself. Varric raised his eyebrows with an author's—or gossip's—bloodhound instinct for intrigue. Even Cassandra eventually looked up, more confused than affronted. "Is there a problem?" she asked.

The problem is that you are a Chantry official and she is from a persecuted group, Solas thought, and you are completely blind to the imbalances of power you yourself perpetuate.

But he didn't say any of it aloud. There would be no point to it. He waited instead to see how Lavellan would extricate herself from this tangle, observing without interfering.

"I'm a light sleeper," Lavellan said, her voice taking on the laughing hue of an apologetic joke. Her mouth curled up; it didn't quite match her eyes. "Your heavy armor would keep me up at night." A subtle enough attempt, if inelegant under the circumstances. Solas approved.

Sadly, it seemed understanding subtlety was beyond the Seeker's capabilities. "I don't wear armor when I sleep," she said with a frown, painfully straight-faced.

More silence. Lavellan's smile stretched thin—Solas could see the strain on her cheeks, the way the corners of her eyes tightened. He could also see the moment she gave up, that split-second display of resignation. She really was going to agree, and spend all night tense and drawn, and pay the price for it tomorrow.

Solas drew breath to speak. "You can sleep in my tent if you'd prefer, lethallin."

Lavellan's relief was immediate. It rushed our of her in a sigh, her body completing its movement to turn fully towards him. "Thank you, Solas." Her eyes were wide and deeply green, looking up at him with more gratitude than he deserved. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all." Solas made a courtly gesture—offering her what? Crude canvas in an even cruder forest?—and schooled his face into an expression he hoped was reassuring. "After you."

"Wait!" Cassandra scrambled to her feet, looking so genuinely alarmed that Solas wondered if he'd somehow missed a step. "You can't do that!"

Lavellan stuttered in her motion again, her shoulders tensing. "Why not?"

"Because he's a man!"

The silence that descended this time had a distinct tinge of incredulity to it. Lavellan showed her most open emotion so far: honest confusion. "…So?"

Cassandra spluttered, her face reddening. "But—that's—surely you'd be more comfortable with—with another woman!"

"Elves don't care about shit like that," Varric cut in, his gaze and grin taking on a mean glint. "But I guess you've got your mind in the gutter, huh? For shame, Seeker," he added, shaking his head theatrically. "I'm suddenly afraid for my virtue."

"You shut up," Cassandra hissed menacingly—then turned towards Lavellan, stiff and blotchy-faced. "Is this truly what you prefer?” she asked, then at Lavellan’s answering nod deflated. “Very well. Then I won't get in your way."

An unexpectedly honorable response. Made in earnest too, if the Seeker's serious, guileless expression was any proof. Solas found himself reconsidering the woman, and Lavellan herself seemed both surprised and moved by the act. "Thank you," she said, and this time her smile warmly touched her eyes.

The rest of their preparations went on uneventfully enough. Solas and Lavellan worked in silent tandem together, their teamwork efficient as they ignored the bickering happening behind their backs. Before long the tent was set, the sun was setting, and goodnights were said.

"Thank you again for the save," Lavellan said with a sigh, her tension having disappeared the moment the canvas cloth flapped closed. She was kneeling, unwrapping her bedroll with unhurried, graceful movements. Her eyes twinkled when she smiled at him. "I hope this isn't too much trouble for you."

"It is nothing," Solas replied, willing it to be so. "A small thing to sacrifice for your comfort. Remember, I am here to help."

Small was also the inside of the tent; a fact he hadn't considered, back when he'd opened his mouth with such uncharacteristic impulsiveness. Even with space left courteously between their bedrolls, reality was undeniable: they were too close together, their shifting too loud, their bodies too aware of each other. Or maybe that was just Solas. He told himself he couldn't actually feel her body heat warming up the side of his arm, drawing up goosebumps. Not literally.

"Goodnight, Solas."

"Goodnight."

A steady breathing. Solas listened to its constant rhythm, slowed down his own to match it. His hands were clasped demurely over his belly. He didn't look over.

Only when nightfall had truly fallen, hours later and with the forest's sounds adding their counterpoint to the ambience, did he risk a glimpse. Lavellan slept curled in on herself, lying on her side with a hand slightly outstretched. Did she have a companion back at her clan? Someone who would grasp that hand and curl towards her, sharing her breath? Her sleeping face looked like she wouldn't reject such acts, her expression slack and defenseless.

Solas turned his gaze back to the tent's roughspun ceiling. He closed his eyes, and shut his mind.

[thirteenheavens]

hiii can i please request a wonwoo x reader like really angsty love confession, like they’re fighting and one of them suddenly confesses in the heat of the moment

love your work !!!

He’s bad News || Jeon Wonwoo

Notes: this is more of an angst than anything behe enjoy!

The party is in full swing, with music blaring and people chatting and laughing. You're standing by the punch bowl when a handsome guy approaches you, his eyes raking over your body.

"Hey there," he says smoothly, leaning against the table next to you. "I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Mark." Before you can respond, Wonwoo appears beside you, his expression darkening as he looks at Mark. "She's not interested," he says coldly. "Back off." Mark raises his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I can take a hint," he says, shooting you a wink before disappearing into the crowd.

You turn to Wonwoo, annoyance clear on your face. "What was that for?" you demand. "I can handle myself, you know." Wonwoo crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw clenched. "I was just looking out for you," he says defensively. "He was clearly hitting on you."

"Looking out for me? More like controlling me," you snap, your irritation growing. "I'm not some fragile little flower that needs protecting." Wonwoo's expression softens slightly, but he maintains his stubborn stance. "I'm not trying to control you," he insists. "I just don't want to see you getting hurt by some random guy at a party." You shake your head in frustration. "You don't get to decide who I talk to or what I do," you say firmly. "We're friends, not partners. And this is getting old, Wonwoo."

With that, you turn and walk away, heading towards the balcony for some fresh air. Wonwoo follows you outside, his footsteps heavy with anger. "You're seriously mad at me for looking out for you?" he demands, closing the door behind him.

"Looking out for me is one thing," you reply, turning to face him. "But interfering with my social life is completely different. You don't own me, Wonwoo." He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know I don't own you," he says tightly. "But that doesn't mean I want to see you get hurt or taken advantage of."

"I can take care of myself," you repeat firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. "And if you can't handle that, then maybe we need to reevaluate our friendship."

"Fine!" Wonwoo shouts back, his voice echoing in the night air. "Maybe we do need to reevaluate things."

"Maybe we do," you agree, your own voice rising with emotion. "Because I can't keep doing this with you, Wonwoo. I can't keep letting you control every aspect of my life." The tension between you two is palpable, the argument growing more heated by the second. The party inside continues on, oblivious to the drama unfolding on the balcony.

"I'm not trying to control you," Wonwoo repeats, though his words lack conviction. "I just... I just care about you, okay?"

"Caring about someone doesn't mean controlling them!" you shout, tears starting to prick at the corners of your eyes. "You're crossing the line, Wonwoo. And I won't stand for it anymore." Wonwoo steps closer to you, his own eyes filled with frustration and desperation. "Then what do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice rough. "Just stand by and watch as some guy tries to take advantage of you?"

"You're not listening to me," you say through gritted teeth. "It's not about him, it's about you constantly interfering in my life and making decisions for me without even asking how I feel about it."

"Fine, you want to know how I feel?" Wonwoo shouts, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm in love with you, okay? I've been in love with you for years." His words hang heavy in the air between you, the silence after his confession deafening. He takes a shaky breath, his chest heaving with the effort of finally speaking his truth.

"That's why I can't just stand by and watch you get hurt," he continues, softer now. "Because I can't bear the thought of losing you to someone else." You stare at Wonwoo, completely stunned by his confession. Your heart races as you try to process his words, your mind a jumble of emotions.

"You... you love me?" you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" Wonwoo runs a hand over his face, looking vulnerable and scared. "Because I was afraid," he admits. "Afraid of ruining our friendship, afraid of losing you even more if you didn't feel the same way."

"Wonwoo, I..." you start, but the words get caught in your throat. Your heart is torn between the anger you felt moments ago and the new feelings stirring within you. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I need time to think," you say honestly. "This is a lot to process, and I don't want to say something I might regret later."

Wonwoo nods, looking both relieved and disappointed at your response. "I understand," he says softly. "Take all the time you need." He takes a step back, giving you space to process everything. The air between you is thick with tension, and the party inside seems to fade into the background.

"I'll give you a ride home," he offers after a moment, his voice gentle. "If you want to leave now." Wonwoo's hand rests lightly on your waist as he leads you towards the car, his touch warm and familiar. You remain quiet, lost in your thoughts about his confession and the events of the night. The drive back to your place is filled with a heavy silence, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional honk of a passing car.

As you pull up to your building, Wonwoo puts the car in park and turns to look at you. "Goodnight," he says softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you might be feeling. Wonwoo's lips brush against your cheek, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. You can feel the hope in his kiss, the unspoken question hanging between you.

"Goodnight, Y-N," he whispers again, his voice thick with emotion. He pulls away slowly, his hand sliding from your waist as he watches you get out of the car. As you walk to your door, you glance back to see him still sitting in the car, watching you with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

[mysteryshoptls]

Sebek Zigvolt Shared Lines

Tutorial: Follow me, human. It would do you well to come gaze upon my liege.

Level Up 1: Did you see how well I improved!?

Level Up 2 / Buddy Level Up: With this, I will be even more capable!

Level Up 3: Mhm, not bad.

Level Max: I wonder, have I become someone my lord would be even the slightest bit approve of? ...No, I can't get complacent. I must cast aside all unnecessary thoughts and devote myself even more. Here I go!

Vignette Level Up: I never expected a mere human as underwhelming as you would be so dependable. You constantly astound me.

Spell Level Up: What is this newfound power...? My lord! Did you see... Oh, he's not here. Urk, that means I am nowhere near worthy.

Friendship Level Up: From the way you keep trying to talk to me, I can see that you’ve nothing to do. I’ll allow you to join me for training, then! …Why are you declining…?

Friendship Level Max: I’ve gotten used to listening to you ramble on. From now on, you’re free to call on me whenever you want. …I can’t promise that I’ll always listen though, you understand?

Uncapped: In order to become a retainer worthy of serving my liege, I will become even bigger, smarter, and stronger!!!

Groovification: What joy, how exhilarating! I feel fantastic! You would do well remember my amazing efforts!

Lesson Select 1: Human! I've decided to take class with you today. Which are you choosing? Hurry and pick something.

Lesson Select 2: What is with that worrisome look? What good is it if you were to not tackle your weakest subjects head on?

Lesson Select 3: Lilia-sama taught me that taking class is just another form of training. I will give my all, no matter the subject.

Lesson Start: I'll do my best today, as well!

Lesson Finish: Knowledge is my flesh and blood! I'll continue my endeavors.

Battle Start: I’ll swallow you whole.

Battle Won: This win is for my king!

Trouble 1: Hey, human! If you wish to stop me, do so after you hear my side of the story!

Trouble 2: …Yes, I’m afraid I must have gotten a little too hot-headed there, for you to have interfered like that.

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” I plan to read the book I ordered from the Mystery Shop the other day. It’s a book that I’ve been eagerly awaiting. Grandfather was the one to recommend it to me, so I must read it over and over again and tell him my thoughts on it!

Birthday Login Message 1: Human, can it be that you are giving me a birthday gift too? I see… I thank you! A moment ago I received some well wishes from the Young Master as well. I AM THE LUCKIEST PERSON IN THIS SCHOOL!

Birthday Login Message 2: Human! What are you doing, running around like that…? …Eh, you were searching for me so you could celebrate my birthday? Humph, how unsightly. Fix your disheveled hair. Seriously, this is why humans are so troublesome… I WILL NOT RUN NOR HIDE. COME! CELEBRATE ME WITH ALL YOUR HEART!!!!

Birthday Login Message 3: What, have you come to celebrate my birthday? Hmph, I suppose I should at least thank you for that. …What? You mean to say that in lieu of a gift, you will listen to me talk about my liege for as long as I wish today? Are you pulling my leg…? So you do know how exactly to bring me joy! Now that it’s settled, let us retire to some place where we will be able to sit and relax for a while.

Birthday Login Message 4: …WAAAH!? WHAT’S WITH YOU, HUMAN!? DON’T SHOUT SO LOUDLY IN MY EAR SO SUDDENLY!! I am, of course, grateful for your birthday wishes. However, I can still hear it perfectly well without you raising your voice as such. …What? You only sought to imitate me? Heh, that was a rather exaggerated imitation. How amusing.

Birthday Login Message 5: Am I enjoying my birthday, you ask? Of course I am, today marks the first day of a new year for me! Both Riddle-senpai and Silver advised me to continue my diligent training. I needn’t hear that from them, I plan to grow even more than they expect! Hm? You have a present for me? What’s this… Oh, these are riding socks! Hm, not bad, for a human. I was just thinking of purchasing a new pair, myself. Perfect timing, too, I’ll wear them to equestrian club practice after this. You have my thanks.

Requested by Anonymous.

[mx-your-name]

His Goddess

Possessive!Adam x Goddess!Reader

Warning: Yandere theme, Possessive Adam, nothing really about murder besides Adam’s dead and Sinners

Prompt: You are both of the goddess of Creation and Destruction

-It started off as you making a meeting of you and the rest of the gods and goddess about certain things that need to be taken care of and made a full balanced out scale so nothing could get destroyed or messed up.

-You were running a bit late since you had others to deal with.

-Your advisor who was the one to help out with your schedule had you do some stuff almost making you fully late to the meeting that you had set up.

“No! I told you! We need to act now! Heaven and Hell are going to destroy each other!” A female yelled. She was wearing a flowy white outfit, short white sleeves that stayed on her shoulder and across her chest making a big V shape. A cut on each side of the dress on each side of her legs so they could stick out. Some gold draped over her waist with a white blindfold over her eyes representing her covering her eyes so wouldn’t be able to cheat on the winning side. There was a scale on the table beside her where she could determine on what side to decide to choose from. A lion next to where she sits at the table. This was Themis the goddess of Justice and Law.

“I say they continue, it’s the only way to figure out the war! They need to sort this out themselves, we cannot interfere with anything or that’ll mess up everything that he built up! And they are to know nothing about our existence!” A male shouted back across the circular table from her. He was wearing mostly full armor and a helmet, he had a spear that slid into the chair arm rest that he sat on so he wouldn’t have to keep holding it. A red cape that fell behind him against his back. His shield that he always carried around next to him. There was mostly red and dark red on his clothes which represented the blood and violence. This was Ares the god of War and Courage

“Well we need to decide something or they'll be with each other and there won’t be anyone else any longer!” Themis responded back, her lion growling at the god of War. “I say that it goes on! They can decide their own damn fate with you determining what to happen with your stupid scale!” Ares remarked back, a tick appearing on his head as Themis gritted her teeth in anger. “Oh I can’t watch this! Why can't we all get along and love each other..” a male muttered to himself, he was wearing a white sash that goes over his body covering everything up. Giant white wings on his back that were against his back. This was Eros the god of Love and Desire, or as others call him Cupid.

Placing his fingers up his face pressing one against his mouth, as he glanced between the two who were fighting about the situation at hand. He sat beside the goddess of justice on the right side of her. A sigh comes from across Eros as he looks over to see a female that had a bird on her arm as she fed it. She was wearing a green draped dress that went down to her ankles, some green vines snaking around her head and on top of her head forming a flower crown that grew from the vines and bushes. This was Demeter the goddess of Nature and Fertility.

“What do you think about this matter, Demeter?” Eros asked, smiling a gentle closed smile. “I honestly don’t care about it unless it involves me, Eros. After all there’s really nothing we can do without interfering with what's happening between them both.” Demeter said, being fully honest about everything she stated. Eros felt his cheeks turn red, a bit admirable of the woman in front of him.

“Who cares what you think! I’m the god of War! And I say let it happen, how else did I solve my situation?” Ares slammed his hands on the table as he stood up glaring at Themis who also got up from her seat. “That doesn't mean anything! We need to stop it! And who cares about the war you’ve been through? You wanted to be in that war! And you know it!” Themis commented, anger written on her face.

Ares was going to resort back but was cut off by a loud voice enough in through the room. “That’s enough for both of you!” All attention went to you who was at the head of the table, Ares on your right and Themis on your left with Demeter next to Ares and Eros next to Themis. Both of them muttered sorry with a bow, immediately sitting back down after that.

You wore a long white and gold cloak that would almost reach the ground with a white looking dress that reached to the ground practically dragging against it. It wasn’t bigger than your height, instead it was made that way to shrink or grow depending on the height you wanted to go along with the same thing with the other gods and goddesses. Your black boots covered by the clothing, taking a seat as you started talking. You were the goddess of Creation and Destruction.

Everyone nodding their heads as they look at you, “Now let’s discuss what the situation is at hand. The heaven exterminators that have been killing sinners.” Glancing over at everyone then continuing on. “Does anyone have any ideas on what we should do about this at hand?” Questioning as you look towards Ares first letting him speak.

“I believe that we should just let them figure out their war against each other. If we intervene at all it could mess up everything and everyone would also find out about our existence which is supposed to stay a secret.” Ares explained knowing what might happen if you all stopped everything or tried to reveal yourselves. Nodding your head at the end of his words, “I see.. Themis? What do you have to say about this?”

“I think, sorry. I know that this is an incredibly stupid idea! If we don’t do anything then we are gonna have to keep reincarnating every single person that dies at the hand of the angels or they get completely wiped from this world of their existence! We’ve already had over 500 sinners dead since the last five extermination.” Themis went on, she was one to be level headed but at this point her patience was running thinner and thinner.

Letting out a hum as you quickly snapped your fingers making tea appear in front of everyone in the room. “Drink some tea and calm down Themis. You too Ares. Yelling isn’t gonna get anything done correctly.” You told them, Themis letting out a breath and drinking some of your tea as Ares just grumbles but doesn’t say anything else. “[Name], if I may speak up. I think we should be focused on those IMP’s right now. They’ve been destroying everything on Earth and killing people after people without a care in the world.”

Demeter spoke calmly, looking over at you as she pet her bird that sat on her finger. “Ah yes that was another problem I was going to discuss. Thank you for reminding me Demeter. Now about the IMP’s I think we should-” getting cut off by your words when a loud thud was heard at the other end of the room in front of the giant door. Everyone's head snaps towards the door, as the person who distrusted the meeting. You knew everyone would never intrude during the meetings especially even go near the room.

The person stood up grumbling looking around the room to see it was quite large, vines climbing up the walls to represent Nature, heart shaped lighting to represent Cupid, knight armor to represent War, scale alongside the walls to represent Justice, and nice interior design made from Creation. Getting a better look at the male face who looked at the five of you. Demeter eyes widened in surprise, Ares sprinting out his drink on accident eyes wide, Themis jaw was on the floor at who the male was, and Eros was freaking out.

You on the other hand were also surprised but shocked on how this could’ve happened. “Is… is that..?” Eros started, pointing his finger at the male who was shocked at your guy's height being even taller than him. “Who the fuck are you guys?” You recognized that look, clearing your throat as you softly smiled. “Welcome, Adam. Though I must ask what are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be up..here.”

You spoke smoothly, staring down at him with your eyes peering at him. “Oh I don’t know. I got fucking stabbed and killed! Where the hell am I?” He said sarcastically, everyone was whispering to themselves on what to do since no one besides them and their workers are supposed to be up high on these levels. Not even Sera was allowed up here. “Well if you must know you’re in the Tower of Heaven, Adam. Or as other people know it is the highest power that’s above where Gods stay and observe both heaven and hell.”

You explained guestering to the gods and goddess that sit at the table in front of him. Getting up from your seat as you go over to where Adam was three times divided by your height. Sitting down on your knees, scooping him up into your hands lifting him up to your eye level. Adam took a step back from how tall you and the others loomed over him.

“I sincerely apologize. I wasn’t expecting how this is how our first encounter would go. Especially when meeting you, Adam.” You apologized, smiling gently at him. “Uh-huh.. so this place is what? A fucking place for you tall ass gods? There’s no fu- sorry, way that there’s more than one god.” Crossing his arms, a pink blush lightly across his face that was very light for anyone to see. But Eros could feel the slightest of love coming from where Adam is standing, silently squealing internally.

“Yes, he is indeed the original and the most powerful but we’re the gods who represent other things. Eros is the god of love, Demeter the goddess of nature, Ares the god of War, and Themis the goddess of Justice.” You said adjusting Adam into one hand so he wouldn’t fall, pointing at every single god in the room who greeted him in a simple head nod, a wave, or just a simple hello. “And what are you the goddess of? Being hot and sexy?” A smirk was on his face as he looked up at you, placing a hand over your mouth as you let out a laugh.

“No no. I’m the goddess of creation and destruction. I’m mostly second in command of all the gods and demigods.” You told him, placing him back down on the ground. Once he was on it you stood up to your full height which was about 40 feet tall. With a snap of your fingers the whole room shifted into a normal sized room so everything wasn’t so big for the first man. Your once 40 foot tall figure is now around ten tall along with the other good and goddess in the room.

“They're much better, so you won’t have to keep looking up at us,” you joked laughing a bit.

-After that encounter and when the meeting was over you had taken a stroll around the place with Adam explaining why he was here and not back in heaven. Your reasoning being that once someone ACTUALLY die you were either completely deleted or reincarnated by the hands of you guys

-But since it was THE Adam he was able to stay here and observe people and do whatever he wanted. Though he wouldn’t be able to go back to heaven since that would mess up everything

-Time continued to pass and during that you and Adam would get closer and closer each passing day

-He felt like he was falling more in love everytime he saw you or when you talked.

-You were single to so it was a plus for him

-He’d be the more possessive type of lover, as day passed he felt the need to stay by your side no matter what

-Whether it was a gods meeting, you in your office, checking up on heaven, hell, and Earth, or just strolling around the garden enough the view of everything

-Wherever you went he went. And where he went you went. Since this is gonna have to be a two way thing, after all your lovers friends

-Eros felt the love come off from Adam whenever he was near which was every second

-Not only did Eros the god of love feel the love but he felt the love was more possessive and a bit obsessive but more on the possessive side

-He didn’t care about it since it was still love

-Not much between the Dickmaster and Cupid; the first man doesn’t really like how he talks about love especially with you but when it’s someone else it’s cool with him just stay away from you and then the two of them will be cool

-Demeter didn’t really feel the need to get to know Adam since she knew everything about him but respected him enough as another demigod like god of sea, god of animals, etc, etc

-Ares oh geez don’t let those two stay in a room too long all they're gonna talk about is the war that they were in. Ares being the non stop against humans and other gods while Adam was against the sinners in hell

-Ares respected Adam, and Adam respected Ares back

-Themis and Adam is a completely different level of dislike

-Not like Themis HATES Adam or anything just doesn’t.. trust him

-How could she when her scale is always lower on one side than the other? And it wasn’t the good side

-Sometimes it’s balanced

-Now back to the two of you! You could care less on what Adam thinks of you if it was a lover, friend, family, or whatnot

-You were a goddess of creation and destruction you could do anything you want

-You also made Adam his own room in an instant once he had came to the Tower of Heaven

-It wasn’t ever used. Adam always slept in your room after the his first week stay and getting to know you better

-Adam has apologized multiple times for cursing in front of you or the other gods when getting a glare or look that told him to not say any of those words. He started using it less and less but still uses it time to time when with you, you didn’t say anything about it much unless he was cussing WAY to much

[artbyblastweave]

one thing about iron man i always found interesting was how, if you go back to that very first Tales of Suspense story, it strongly implies that Stark is just trapped in the Iron Man suit forever, and then walks that back from the next issue onward with him just having to wear the chestpiece and letting him continue the millionaire playboy lifestyle. i wonder sometimes how his character might have shaken out if they hadnt gone back on that initial concept

Was working on a longer post about this but yeah, one of the most compelling early concepts of Iron-Man is that even if he slims it down to just the chest plate, he might have all the money in the world but he's fundamentally dependent on a Bulky Apparatus to survive- one that he can't let anyone find out about in order to maintain his secret identity, and at the start that did matter to him.. Some of the early comics show this actively interfering with his playboy lifestyle because he can't take off his shirt in front of casual flings without blowing his cover. A modern comic that was interested in digging into this more could do some really interesting things with the social limitations that this imposes.

Of course the core issue is that with Iron Man of all characters it genuinely constitutes a characterization misstep if he doesn't eventually eliminate or marginalize this problem through iteration. A piece of shrapnel being the one goddamn problem in the entire universe that Mr. I've-got-Reed-Richards-On-Speed-Dial can't figure out how to fix eventually starts to smack of the writers Arbitrarily Preserving The Premise At All Costs, which is one of the biggest original sins of the superhero genre, so it makes sense that they've eventually moved away from that aspect of it- I'm in fact 90 percent sure he's on his second or third cloned body by now. Thematically, though, the idea that he's terminally and fundamentally medically dependent on his own engineering prowess in some way would be a great thing to bring back or raise the saliency of. Something esoteric and pervasive enough that it can't be trivialized by the sci-fi engineering of the setting, but still visibly chronic-illness coded so the metaphor gets across.

[guidaozongshi]

" Sasuke is abusive to Sakura "

I’m glad this talking point from the mid-2010s has mostly faded. A lot has been written about how awful Sasuke and Sakura’s relationship is without antagonising Sasuke. Their dynamic is awful, but it’s not rooted in exploitation of unequal power, gender isn’t the sole issue here, especially when one is a survivor of state-sponsored genocide. That said, I do understand fandom feminist responses. Around Sasuke, Sakura is stripped of her dignity: she is reduced to a crying helpless woman, she tolerates his harsh words with a pained expression, lets him act however without retaliation, and dissolves into tears instead of holding her ground. She cannot challenge him. She can not handle him at his worst. She can't influence him. All this in contrast to Naruto, who can.

Remember the Chunin Exams scene where Sakura is about to expose Sasuke’s curse mark, and he grabs her wrist with force to stop her from doing so , rudely telling her to stop interfering in his life? The sheer force and harsh words leave her trembling in tears, a moment that would throw off any self-respecting female viewer. The irony? This interaction is often framed as a “SasuSaku moment” in compilations… simply because it’s one of the very few times Sasuke willingly touches her. Naruto then immediately calls Sasuke out for making Sakura cry. And how does Sasuke respond? He smirks and hypes up Naruto as a rival he’s looking forward to fighting. It’s a perfect microcosm of their dynamic: Sakura can't handle Sasuke, she is sidelined and the narrative pivots to prioritize the Sasuke and Naruto's relationship.

When Sasuke prepares to abandon Konoha, Sakura breaks down in tears and delivers a speech - the kind only someone as sheltered as her could muster. Sasuke barely reacts. This pattern continues at the Kage Summit: Sakura hesitates to kill Sasuke, conflicted by lingering feelings, while he unflinchingly moves to murder her in a one-sided “fight” (if it can even be called that). There’s no remorse, no hesitation , just cold indifference.

Later, during the war arc, Sakura laments that Sasuke doesn’t care about her at all. She asks Sasuke about what's happening . He dismisses her with a callous “You don’t need to know, you’re useless anyway” leaving her visibly wounded. Contrast this with Naruto, whom Sasuke calmly explains everything to. Sakura spirals into yet another tearful monologue about her inability to reach him. When she desperately begs him to value her. Sasuke mocks her feelings and puts her in a brutal genjutsu.

Sasuke isn’t deliberately antagonizing Sakura - he doesn’t invest enough attention or consideration in her to actively antagonize her. He just doesn't care.

It’s not abusive, but the optics are undeniably horrendous.

[yanderes-galore]

Scenario with platonic yandere Itachi and a daughter darling he never knew about? Like, maybe he was yandere for her mother too and she escaped, gave birth in secret, and then the two of them meet for the first time years later on not so friendly terms.

Sure! Just letting everyone know I am not finished Naruto so I apologize if I get Itachi's character wrong in anyway. I watched a "The Life Of..." video and made the plot of this take place at any time.

A/N: UGH, Now I really want to see an interaction of Itachi's Daughter and Sasuke meeting!!! They'd probably be the Itachi hate club, ngl. "We collectively want this guy dead" kinda vibe.

Sins of The Father

Yandere! Platonic! Itachi Uchiha with Daughter! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Guilt, Lucid yandere, Manipulation, Angst, Itachi was yandere for your mother, Slight mature themes, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping implied, Forced relationship (Your mother)/companionship (You).

Itachi had a feeling you wouldn't like him when he met you. He's a man who has done many hurtful things to those he loves in order to protect them. He really should've stayed at a distance and continued to observe others without interfering.

But your mother had driven him mad.

Itachi had once had a girlfriend before his many sins, yet when she passed he had found a new love. Your mother had managed to catch Itachi's heart. Even though he should've stayed away...

He couldn't.

He always wanted the best for her. He wanted to protect and love your mother. He wanted a family, to be her one and only.

He had even gotten close to the point of bedding her, a guilty pleasure he knew he shouldn't have indulged in. However, he and your mother were originally in love. He loved every second of it...

Then she learned the truth.

Your mother had learned he slaughtered his original clan. That he was a criminal. No matter how much he promised to protect her, to love her, she hated him.

But he kept her to himself no matter what.

Itachi felt bad deep down. It was a similar feeling to when he had to leave Sasuke to his own devices. Those he loved resented him... that was his curse.

He promised your mother the world. It was as though Itachi was searching for redemption within your mother. Unfortunately, while she loved him once...

She'd never love him again.

One day after a mission he came home to see her gone. His love had run from him, yet Itachi didn't give chase. He knew it was probably for the best. Even if his heart ached it was probably deserved.

Years pass by and Itachi feels his heart clench. He's stoic but he can't help it when he sees a mirror of his love in front of him. You have such angry eyes...

Your hate reminds him of Sasuke....

Itachi couldn't bring himself to fight you. Even after all of his sins he stays a pacifist. He just knows you're the daughter of his love.

Itachi wishes he knew his love was pregnant. He knows she never would've told him, yet he would want to help you the best he can to grow. However... without any of his help...

You stand in front of him, a strong Kunoichi, a dangerous hate burning in your eyes.

When you attack and he defends, Itachi can see your eyes clearly. At some point in your life you had even received your Sharingan. His heart throbbed for a moment, you really were his daughter...

Yet your mother was most likely deceased.

He stuck to the defensive when you attacked him. You had to have known you were related. Your mother must have told you about him....

He couldn't tell if you were attacking him because he was Akatsuki or because he was your father. It didn't seem to matter to you. He could tell from your rage you just wanted him gone.

It hurts... yet he's used to it.

He hates that you had to meet like this. Even when he wasn't around you, he still managed to harm someone he loved. For that reason... you don't deserve anymore pain.

Itachi was careful to only use Genjutsu when fighting you. He knew he should run from you, silence his emotions and leave. Although... you wouldn't let him leave...

He didn't want to leave you either.

Itachi whittled down your strength slowly. Even though you were his daughter, your power could not compare to his. He wondered if you ever met Sasuke... or what you both would do if you ever did....

When Itachi sensed your strength leave you, he made things quick. The older Uchiha is quicker than you, restraining you with a mix of tools and Genjutsu. He can see your eyes widen, trying your best to read him. You may even fear death.

Only for Itachi to find himself tugging the restraints to pull you closer.

He can see you freeze when he holds your face up, looking into your eyes. He observes your Sharingan, a thoughtful gaze in his eyes. Then... a ghost of a smile is on his face.

"I'm sorry we never properly met." He sighs, "Your hate for me is justified, In fact you'd get along with my brother just fine."

You stare at the older Uchiha, he can see your hate simmer for a moment. He sighs softly, releasing his grip on your chin to sit beside you. You're all he has to remember his love by....

"I never meant to harm you or your mother." Itachi admits, pain evident in his eyes. He's slowly dying yet life still managed to give him you. "I wish I could've been a father to you... I'd love you forever."

He finds himself tapping your forehead, amused at how tired and shocked you look.

"In fact..." He whispers, ignoring the ache in his heart. "I love you now. That will never change."

"You don't know me." You hiss, snake venom in your tone.

"I know..." Itachi murmurs. "But I loved your mother."

"I'm not her. She didn't love you." You respond back, Itachi going silent. He wasn't delusional. He knew you spoke the truth.

But he hugged you anyway, even if you hated it.

"I'm glad I met you." Itachi sighs, proud of you even if he only ever hurt you. "You're all I have to remember what I could've had."

You almost feel bad for him. Itachi didn't cry, but his tone was depressing. You could barely believe you were related....

Before you're able to say anything else, be that something spiteful or genuine... Itachi knocks you out. He makes it quick, carefully catching you when you slump against him in your restraints. Itachi is a man of many sins...

Yet he couldn't leave you... not when you brought up memories of more pleasant times.

"I'm sorry..." He apologizes to your limp body, holding you close. "Please allow me to stay like this a bit longer, my daughter."

It's then Itachi stays still, embracing you tightly...

If only things were different... if only he didn't hurt all those he loved.

If only he stayed away from your mother.

[wileys-russo]

hey bb hope ur allgoods !!! i was reading that anonymous sayint “leah letting lessi top would be a whole lot of ‘you’re not doing it right’ and I WAS SWOONING !!! could u write a blurb about that like leah letting lessi be top FOR ONCE and she’s still interfering!! all goods is cant love you xx

hey love i don't write smut but so many of you have asked for this or this w reader so i tried to write it without it being direct smut?

you're not doing it right II a.russo & l.williamson

"i still say you can't do it." you smiled knowingly toward leah, hands folded behind your head as you lay half naked on the bed awaiting alessia to join the two of you, leah sat on the other side of the room manspreading like the polite young lady that she was.

"i can too, watch your mouth." leah warned making your smile widen. "that was quite a top thing of you to say love." you teased her with a grin, making the blonde roll her eyes but bite her tongue from saying anything further as your other girlfriend returned.

"baby you don't need to prepare for this, ignore her. pretend its just us!" you smiled softly to the striker who was clearly apprehensive about the idea.

"we've done plenty of things without leah before." you continued slyly, glancing to the eldest blonde who glared your way but remained quiet, observing from the love seat in the corner.

"except its not just the two of you. i said she could be in charge which means really you have to top both of us darling." leah smiled smugly, alessia's eyes widening in realization as you sat up and grabbed her hands.

"shut up leah. stop winding her up!" you warned the defender sternly who held up her hands with a cocky smile, settling back into the chair.

"you shut up." alessia warned suddenly, her hand grabbing at your jaw and turning your head to face her, your cheeks flushing slightly pink at the change of tone.

"don't be a brat and we'll be just fine."

an hour later and you had to wave the white flag, absolutely exhausted as alessia rolled off of you, leaving you naked and panting to try and catch your breath.

the blonde sat up on her knees, staring at you with lust filled eyes as her piercing blue orbs roamed the dark red and purple marks littering your tanned skin.

"switch. your turn!" you finally caught your breath somewhat, gesturing for leah to swap with you as alessia hurried to help you to your feet, slipping one of her jerseys over your naked body, your legs shaky as memories of what had just occurred flashed through your mind.

you winced a little as you sat down in the love seat leah had just been occupying moments earlier. a few choice words from you had wound up in the italian really showing you just how dominant she could be when pushed, and it was safe to say you'd struggle with sitting down for the next couple of days.

leah had done surprisingly well at keeping quiet throughout the whole ordeal which could probably be attributed to just how horny it had made her watching you and alessia go at it.

it left the english captain more than ready for it to be her turn, having to use all of her patience not to jump the both of you mid way through.

"you know you look quite good underneath me love." alessia started strong with a smirk as she straddled the older blonde, confidence built up from her last hour spent basically destroying you. "don't get used to it." leah chuckled as alessia tutted in warning, you watching on with a shift as alessias hand gripped leahs neck.

"baby you're not doing it right, you have to squeeze from the sides not the-" leah started to correct, you coughing obnoxiously and shooting her a warning look as the blonde rolled her eyes but fell quiet.

"you better keep that mouth closed unless its moaning my name." alessia warned smugly, not thrown off by the older girls commentary, still riding out her high from her time spent with you, and the satisfaction that during it leah could only look and not touch.

"put her in her place lessi baby." you watched on with a smug smile which quickly dropped as both blondes shot you a firm warning look, silencing you without even needing words.

it seemed to go well at first, you shifted as you watched on with hungry eyes, leahs moans filling the room only interrupted by the sounds of their lips smacking together as the defender withheld her urge to take over.

"no no, higher." leah ordered with a breathy moan, nudging alessia up a little as the girl sucked on her neck, the italian smacking her shoulder and warning her to be quiet, but did what she asked regardless.

which in hindsight was not her best move.

"no, more." leahs hand grabbed the back of alessia's head, pushing her face back into her neck as she tried to pull away. alessia however wasted no time grabbing the blondes hands and pinning them by her head.

"you do what i say, not the other way around." the italian warned with a scowl as leah rolled her eyes but nodded. "and don't roll your fucking eyes at me." you couldn't help but smile smugly at the look of surprise which flashed across leahs face at the younger girls authoritative tone.

once again it seemed the power balance had restored as alessia quickly regained control, leaving leah a mess of moans and whiny begs once more. but it seemed old habits die hard as not long after the commentary from the english captain started up again.

"no put your knee there instead."

"less no use your tongue."

"no that's not how you do it you move them in circles."

"less you're not doing it right you-"

"oh my god, i give up!" alessia finally snapped as she had enough, sitting up and rolling off of the older blonde, yanking a shirt out of the drawer and storming off to the bathroom, slamming the door after her.

"you're just gonna leave me like this!?" leah yelled out after her in disbelief, sitting up resting on her elbows, naked body heaving a little at the abrupt stop. "don't look at me, you did that to yourself." you shook your head as the blonde turned her needy gaze your way.

"go and apologize to her, now leah." you ordered, standing to your feet with a slight wobble, crossing your arms firmly over your chest. "leah." you warned a little firmer this time. "i was just trying to help her!" the blonde frowned with a slight pout.

"she didn't need your help, you're just a control freak." you accused as leah scoffed. "leah, baby. bedroom activities aside we all know who calls the shots in this relationship, so go and apologise to alessia, now." you moved closer, staring down at leah with a dangerously calm smile.

but it worked as the blonde sighed, slipping a shirt over naked form and sitting up. "i knew you couldn't do it though." you added on with a small chuckle as the defender pushed herself off the bed.

you hissed as her hand suddenly and swiftly smacked your backside, glaring daggers at the cocky smile which followed before she turned around and headed for the bathroom, sighing before opening the door and stepping inside.

and when the two of them emerged a little while later, leahs hair a mess and a smug smile on alessia's face you couldn't help but shake your head knowingly, both blondes collapsing into the bed either side of you as you melted into them and alessia grinned.

"so lee baby, did i do it right?"

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

How I wish you could see the potential

The potential of you and me

It's like a book elegantly bound but

In a language that you can't read just yet

You gotta spend some time, love

You gotta spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart

You gotta spend some time, love

You gotta spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart

There are days when outside your window

I see my reflection as I slowly pass

And I long for this mirrored perspective

When we'll be lovers, lovers at last

You gotta spend some time, love

You gotta spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart

You gotta spend some time, love

You gotta spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart

I will possess your heart

I will possess your heart

You reject my advances and desperate pleas

I won't let you let me down so easily

So easily

You gotta spend some time, love

You gotta spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart

You gotta spend some time, love

You gotta spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart

You gotta spend some time, love

You gotta spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart

I will possess your heart

I will possess your heart

Possess Your Heart- Death Cab for Cutie (About an active stalker trying to convince themselves their object of affection will eventually reciprocate love due to forced circumstance and coercion)

Vs. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian (and why Hua Cheng does not make for a very convincing stalker)

To be a stalker; Stalking involves repeated and unwanted attention, following, and harassment of an individual for self gratification.

When they first meet, it's due to Xie Lian's consent after saving a suicidal child. They meet again when Hua Cheng is at his lowest and giving thanks to Xie Lian's shrines in worship. Third meeting is when Hua Cheng is actively engaging with war (and he is not forcing coercion of sexual gratification on a compromised Xie Lian). He follows an emotionally upset Xie Lian as a ghost fire, out of worry and horror at Xie Lian being violently hurt due to others coercion. Their final meeting until their reunion is when Hua Cheng is "Wu Ming" and continues to follow Xie Lian who at the time believes he has been abandoned due to being so unscrupulous as a person. Wu Ming is another tether for Xie Lian's humanity despite the trauma, abandonment, and derision he has faced.

When Hua Cheng begins to actively follow Xie Lian, this is with Xie Lian's consent after they meet again 800 years later. In all of these instances Xie Lian feels comfortable with Hua Cheng and reiterates that he feels comfortable with him and develops genuine affection without forced circumstance (their forced circumstance is others interfering with their attraction to each other and telling Xie Lian how to feel).

You cannot say either of these men are so emotionally damaged that they cannot consent to their shared feelings, or argue DUE to their trauma, if it did not exist, Xie Lian would have a "saner" reaction to Hua Cheng. Xie Lian is not without reason during his interactions with Hua Cheng nor does Hua Cheng take advantage in these instances to overwhelm Xie Lian.

Their relationship is filled with ambiguity due to both being comfortable in that until others force their hands to acknowledge romantic reciprocity. Hua Cheng does not force himself on Xie Lian without his consent not do they undermine each other's boundaries. Hua Cheng is one of the only characters that acknowledges Xie Lian is capable of his own thoughts, choices and wants. While he may be afraid of potential rejection he still allows himself to reach out for what Xie Lian offers, he does not need to feel guilt for accepting what is given. Xie Lian also is not coerced into loving Hua Cheng by Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng knows that Xie Lian does not need to reciprocate his unspoken feelings or want.

Due to Hua Cheng not forcing Xie Lian to take action he approves of, there is nothing for Xie Lian to be disturbed by in Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng tells Xie Lian he can be human, he can be accomplished, he can make mistakes, caring is admirable. He is the only one without guilt or ulterior motive that stands by Xie Lian. He does not dismiss Xie Lian as his former friends and Jun Wu do. He has nothing to be afraid of regarding Hua Cheng. Because Hua Cheng never omitted or lied to Xie Lian. He also never expected this friendship to be awarded with romantic love and would have preferred not to lose what he can be given.

[urwifey333]

"Don't start something you can't finish." "And what makes you think I can't?"

AU // avenger!bucky x avenger!reader

Summary // Since you joined the avenger everything was going well, the avengers treated you with respect and kindness; except for one super soldier who seemed to want to tease you 24/7

Warnings // a bit NSFW, nothing much

Words // 1411

Bucky sits silently at the kitchen table sipping his coffee, watching you walk in with Steve and Sam after your run. When he speaks, his voice is low and deadpan.

"Looking a little winded there. How was the run? I'd offer you a juice box but I'm afraid you'd have trouble reaching it."

Natasha rolls her eyes at Bucky's teasing from where she's perched on the counter. "Cut her some slack, Barnes. She's still learning."

Clint laughs from the living room where he's sprawled on the couch. "Yeah, give the kid a break, Tin Man."

Ignoring them all, Steve smiles kindly at you. "Don't let Bucky get to you. Good work this morning. I think you're improving every day." Sam nods in agreement as he grabs some water from the fridge.

Bucky just smirks, taking another drink of coffee as if waiting to see how you'll retaliate to his ribbing this time.

"Thanks Steve," you say then intentionally looking at Bucky then rolling your eyes at him.

Bucky continues to smirk at you, unfazed by your eye roll. "Aww, don't be like that doll. You know I'm just teasing. That little pout is cute though."

Steve sighs and opens his mouth like he wants to say something to Bucky, but is interrupted.

"Leave her alone, Barnes," Natasha says sternly. "Before she decides to put that training of hers to use and wipe that smirk off your face."

"Wouldn't mind seeing that," Clint chimes in from the other room.

Bucky looks unconcerned, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he replies,"I'd like to see her try, Natasha. I've yet to see anything from her that even comes close to even touching me."

The jab is clearly meant as another taunt, goading you to take the bait. The others watch silently, waiting to see if you'll rise to it or let it slide this time.

You meet Bucky's gaze with a sly smile, playing along with his game.

"Careful Barnes, all that ego's bound to knock you on your enhanced ass one of these days. Then who'll be wiping the smirk off whose face?"

Natasha laughs appreciatively at your retort while Steve looks on with mild concern, as if worried where this could lead.

Undeterred, Bucky leans back smugly in his chair. "Big words for such a little thing. You sure you can back it up, Sweetheart?"

His challenging tone is clear - he's itching for a reaction, wanting you to take a swing so he has an excuse for payback. The rest of the team watches silently.

You meet Bucky's gaze steadily, matching his confidence with a look that says you're not afraid to push back.

"Why don't you put that arm of yours to good use then, old man, and find out for yourself."

Nat snorts at the "old man" jab while Clint mutters "Oooh burn." Steve has a carefully neutral expression, likely trying to de-escalate without interfering.

Bucky narrows his eyes, clearly enjoying the challenge but not one to back down. He rises slowly from his chair with a predatory grin.

"Alright doll, you asked for it. Gym. Five minutes. And leave that pretty little face of yours intact if you know what's good for you."

With that he turns and strides out, leaving you smiling in the kitchen amid the cheers and groans of your teammates betting on the outcome. Game on.

.

.

.

A few minutes later you go to the training room, the avengers following behind you.

"Took you long enough, doll," he calls.

Ignoring him, you stretch slowly, arching your back in a show of flexibility that earns appreciative look from Natasha as she knows what you're doing. From the corner of your eye you notice Bucky's mouth twitch like he's fighting a smirk at your display.

All warmed up, you stride onto the mat to face him, rolling your shoulders loose. You match Bucky's predatory gaze with a playful smile, refusing to back down.

"See something you like, old man?" You taunt quietly. "Try not to get too distracted now."

To the side, Sam and Clint crack up at your jab while Steve sighs, ever the disapproving dad. Bucky's eyes flash, clearly taking the bait as his smirk turns dangerous.

"Cocky little thing aren't you? We'll see how pretty that face looks when I'm through with it."

He feints a jab that you dodge nimbly, countering with a kick aimed at his midsection that he blocks smoothly. The dance has begun. You continue to taunt and smirk, goading him into chasing you as Nat had advised while looking for an opening. It's time to see what tricks you've got up your sleeve.

You dance nimbly around Bucky, managing to land a few hits while avoiding his more powerful blows. But you can feel your stamina starting to flag under the fierce assault of the super soldier. He presses forward relentlessly, clearly sensing your tiring. Bucky aims a hook that almost connects before you roll away at the last second.

"Getting tired, sweetheart?" He taunts, not even winded.

Rather than answering, you give him a quick wink and smirk before seeming to stumble, dropping purposely into a position that gives Bucky the perfect view of your cleavage in your tight suit.

The momentary distraction works - Bucky's eyes flick down involuntarily before meeting your wicked grin. In an instant you've flipped back up and landed a kick glancing off his jaw, putting some distance between you once more.

"Eyes up here, soldier!" You call breathlessly, now it's his turn to be on defense.

You feint and spin, keeping just out of Bucky's reach as he rushes you. Each dodge is punctuated with a cheeky taunt.

"Getting slow in your old age, Barnes!"

He snarls in frustration and swings harder, the metal of his arm glinting. But still you evade, managing to land grazing hits that only further egg him on.

"Aw, did I strike a nerve? What's the matter, can't keep up?"

The avengers cheer and laugh from the sidelines, enjoying the show. Bucky's handsome face is reddening now beneath the teasing; whether from exertion or annoyance it's hard to tell.

"Keep running that pretty mouth, doll, and we'll see who can't keep up,"

You flip nimbly out of the way of another lunge, granting him a flashing grin over your shoulder.

"Then come and shut it for me, soldier!"

Then finally Bucky lands a hit on your lower stomach, tho maybe a bit hasher then intended.

You allow yourself to crumple from Bucky's solid hit, acting as if the wind has been knocked out of you. When he rushes in with a concerned look, you weakly wave him off - then make your move.

In a flash, you've grabbed his arm and flipped your legs around his neck, using your momentum to pin him on his back with you now straddling him victoriously. Caught completely by surprise, Bucky's eyes widen briefly before he realizes the trick.

"Gotcha," you smirk down at him, breathless from effort but riding the thrill of success.

Bucky gazes up at you with newfound respect mingled with something hotter, his firm sculpted body tense beneath you. "Well I'll be damned, doll," he rumbles. "You had me going there for a second."

From behind you come hoots of approval from Clint and whistles from Tony. But you have eyes only for the super soldier pinned beneath your triumphant form.

Still straddling Bucky's form, you direct a coy look over your shoulder at the watching Avengers.

"Well? Did I win?"

Natasha breaks into a smile. "I'd say our little spider has caught her prey this time."

"Damn right she did!" whoops Clint.

Still pinned beneath you, Bucky huffs out a defeated laugh. "Alright doll, you got me fair and square." His eyes gleam up at you, hands resting unthreateningly on your thighs.

Steve simply nods with a half smile, proud of your victory. Bruce relaxes, assured his equipment remains intact.

"You sure showed him a thing or two about strategizing," observes Sam with a wink.

Still resting on Bucky's lap, you lean down to shower him playfully with your words.

"Aww, do you need some cheering up?"

Your movement adjusts your position ever so slightly, causing unexpected friction that has Bucky swiftly masking a sharp intake of breath.

"Be careful, sweetheart," he growls low in warning, though his hands remain steady on your hips. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"And what makes you think I can't?"

AN // I might get on pt 2 if this gets hearts.. anyways hoped you liked it!! *<]:{)

[minty-trash]

Kokichi is NOT a bad person. I can't believe I have to say this

Kokichi's basic fundamentals of morality include the ideal that "killing is wrong, no matter what." Is that flawed? Absolutely. Does it make him a bad person? No.

He wants as many people to survive the killing game as possible. He wants to prevent any murders he possibly can prevent. Is he good at it? Not particularly. But again, that doesn't make him a bad person.

He convinced Gonta to kill Miu. No manipulation was involved in this case - Gonta was willing to do it for the mercy killing, regardless of what Kokichi said. Even if Kokichi himself didn't believe the mercy killing was the best route, he had to get Miu out of the picture because she would kill him otherwise - then she could have hidden how the digital world works and made a truly unsolvable case. Kokichi didn't want that because not only would he die, but everyone else would, too.

He desperately tried to get Gonta to admit to the murder during the trial because if Gonta hadn't remembered committing the crime, then he'd be "innocent" in a sense. An innocent man Kokichi had condemned to death.

He spiraled after the trial - went off the deep end. His life had no value if he couldn't maintain his own morals, and so he became desperate to end the game.

He pretended to be the mastermind and revealed the truth about the outside world so everyone would be too depressed to kill each other. What would be the point if the reward was just escaping from hell into another hell? He took Kaito to ensure that's what would happen - Kaito is the uniting force of the group and without him, it would be harder to get their will to survive back. He didn't account for the real mastermind interfering.

When it was clear either he or Kaito would die, he was quick to sacrifice himself. Why? Because killing is bad, no matter what - and letting somebody die when you could prevent their death would count as killing. Plus Kokichi had a plan to end the killing game and needed Kaito's cooperation. It didn't work, though. It didn't work because he'd underestimated Shuichi. The plan fell through and the game continued, with two fewer contestants.

The clues left in Kokichi's room led to truly ending the killing game, with many fewer survivors than Kokichi would have wanted.

Does Kokichi's character make more sense now? I swear if I change one Kokichi hater's mind with this, then it was worth it. He is not a bad person - just a mischievous little shit put in a terrible situation. I hope you all can see him the same way I do.

Plus I just wanted to take a deeper look at his character because I love him so much

[incorrect-alienromulus-quotes]

Stuck together- part 2

Pairings: Bjorn Alien Romulus x Female!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, angst, enemies to lovers, mentions of sex, smut, language

Part 1

A/N: I’m currently working on the continuation but I wanted to write some back story stuff because I am once again ovulating and needed more Bjorn

About 1 year ago

Bjorn watched you from the other side of the fire, feet propped up on the cooler as he took a swig of his beer. He'd been watching you talk with Rain for the last 20 minutes, you knew he was because you could feel it. You could always feel when he was staring at you.

"So, Jared told me that his uncle was able to work it out with the synthetic on that shift

and—" Tyler had been talking to Navarro who sat near Rain and yourself, explaining a possible loophole in the travel permits that he had heard in the mines earlier that day.

"Bullshit" Bjorn called out, rolling his eyes at him as he looked over, lulling his head at them. "Jared's a fuckin' lair, always has been"

"Maybe so" Tyler responded with a calmness that he always seemed to carry, "but that's not the point, the point is I think we—"

"—The point is that it's pointless cousin" Bjorn interrupted him again, "You're always blabbing on about getting out of here but it's pointless so just give it a rest and—"

"Would you shut the fuck up and let him talk" You suddenly said from your spot. Bjorn's head snapped back in your direction. The fire crackled between the two of you as you stared back at him, the orange flames dancing up. "Don't you ever get tired of being a fucking asshole?"

Tyler had always been trying to find out any and all information he could when it came to getting out of Jackson Star. He'd talk with older miners, ones that knew their way around the system or anyone who had a story they were willing to share in the quiet parts of the mines. He was able to keep his head low and gather quite a bit of information over the years with his connections.

"No I don't" He laughed, holding his beer bottle upside down above his head, catching the last drop in his mouth and then waving the empty bottle at you, "Why don't you fetch me another beer instead of running that mouth"

"Bjorn" Tyler said again, throwing his empty can at his chest. "Knock it off"

"No it's okay" You said, holding your hand up to stop Tyler from interfering before looking back to Bjorn who eyes were burning a hole through you, again, "Ya know when Tyler figures out a way to get us out of this fucking hellhole, I really hope he leaves you behind"

"Ouch" Bjorn says, holding his heart, fake offended at the comment. "How about you come over here and kiss my ass—"

"Alright guys" Kay whined from where she was curled up with a blanket, "Come on, can't we go one night without fighting?"

"She's the one that got her panties all in a twist" Bjorn chuckled, dropping his head back to look up at the perpetual dark sky above. "It's not my fault she has a crush on Tyler or somethin'"

"Bjorn shut the fuck up" Tyler scolded, his accent thick.

"You're a fuckin' dick, ya know that" You say standing from your spot and walking around the fire, pass where he was sat and into the trailer.

Everyone around that fire knew that Tyler was like a brother to you. They knew that you had known him just as long as the others in the group. They knew that after your older brother Sam died that you were destroyed and lost and that Tyler stepped up. It didn't bother you that Bjorn made the dumb comment, it bothered you that he knew just what to say to push your buttons.

You opened the bathroom door after splashing cold water on your face, hoping it would settle your anger. When you saw Bjorns smug face waiting on the other side you knew it had not.

He was leaned against the wall in the small hallway, his beer hanging dangerously loose between his fingers.

"Can I help you?"

"You can move out of my way" He says, pushing himself off the wall and squeezing beside where you stood in the doorway.

But he stopped halfway, his body pinning you against the doorframe. His breath smelled of Aspen beer and cigarette smoke. There was a silence that came, neither of you making a move to leave. His free hand came up to tug on a strand of your hair that had fallen from its braid.

"They are literally right outside" You whispered through clenched teeth, but still moved closer when Bjorn leaned down. He pushed you back against the doorframe and was suddenly kissing you hard.

Your hesitation quickly faded as you began to sink into the kiss, his hand dropping to grab your waist and to pull you closer. He kisses you hungrily, the pent up desire and tension between you exploding to life.

"This is a bad idea" You say when you manage to break the kiss, only to reconnect again. As much as you hated him, the feel and taste of him were intoxicating.

Bjorn's lips move down to your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, earning a moan to slip from your lips. He was moving quick and rough as if he couldn't control himself.

"Yeah" He said between kisses, moving from your neck to your jaw, "It is"

Despite the rational part of your mind nagging at you, you couldn't bring yourself to stop. Not when you had him like this. Not when you could feel just how badly he wanted you.

He takes control, moving both of you into the bathroom. It was small, like all the rest of the trailers but he didn't mind as he dug his fingers into your waist and pushed you back against the sink. You heard his beer bottle clink as he sat it beside you. With both his hands free he was able to hold you in place firmly between him and the counter.

You spread your legs, enough for him to stand between them, closer to you. He takes the hint and fills in the gap as he moved back to your lips. You feel his tongue slide against yours and you tilt your head to give him more access. One of his hands leaves your waist and travels down between your legs before he begins rubbing on your inner thigh. When you sigh against his lips, he smirks. He knows he has you right where he wants you. Just as you feel his fingers slide closer to your core the front door opens. You both hear it, freezing completely. In the sudden stillness you could feel his hot breaths fanning over your lips.

"Hello? Where are you guys?" Navarros voice calls out and you hear footsteps moving toward the bathroom.

Fuck. You push Bjorn away from you, shoving him toward the toilet and quickly spin, turning the knob of the faucet to full blast.

"Hey—oh uh, what's going on in here?" Navarro takes in the scene, leaning up against the frame of the door where you had just been pressed with Bjorn all over you. She looks between you two. Bjorn standing over the toilet as if he had just pissed and you standing at the sink, scrubbing your hands.

You hope she doesn't notice the flush in your face as you met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror. "I was washing my hands and he wouldn't wait"

You gestured to Bjorn who tugged at his pants as if he were zipping up the crotch and then fully turning toward the both of you. "Yeah well when you gotta go"

There was an awkward silence, all three of you standing and staring at each other. You shut off the water and wiped your dripping hands on your dry pants.

"What is this a peep show?" Bjorn asks grabbing his beer from the sink beside you and flushing the empty toilet, "Can ya both get out of my fucking way?"

Annnnnd he's back.

No matter how many times this happened you were always surprised at just how quickly he could jump back to his asshole self. Like a switch was flipped.

"Classic Bjorn" Navarro said, rolling her eyes and following him back down the hall and out the door, attempting to put him in a choke hold.

You heard the door close and braced yourself on the counter of the sink. You examined the red marks on your neck and the red shade of your lips, hoping that Navarro was too drunk to notice. You took your hair out of its braid and moved it to cover the mark before adjusting your hoodie to help aid in the concealment.

"What are you doing?" You asked yourself in the mirror.

You'd known Bjorn as long as you'd known the others. He was Tyler's cousin, part of the group that you'd come to love. He'd always picked on you. But as you got to know him more it turned into full on wars. No get together was complete without some sort of argument between the two of you. Bjorn was scrappy, he had always been. Aside from Tyler, you were the only one who would call him on his bullshit or attempt to shut him up.

The first time he'd made a move on you, you were both drunk. Everyone else had gone to sleep but the two of you still sat next to each other on an old sofa by the fire. He had started an argument about Andy, well more so synthetics in general and you were mad. You knew where Bjorn was coming from after what happened to his mom but Andy was not like the others. Bjorn knew that too, but when he got drunk he got sad and remembered what was responsible for his mother's death. Nevertheless the two of you had gotten into it, no worse than what's happened in the past.

You called him a self righteous asshole.

He leaned over and kissed you.

You pulled away and slapped him hard across his face. You couldn’t believe he had done that after the way he treated you all these years. You had stared at him dumbfounded that he'd crossed that line, but then you were catapulting over that line. You took his beer and threw it over the back of the couch and moved to straddle his lap. He was nervous you were going to hit him again until you leaned down and caught his lips in a kiss. You were pleasantly surprised to find that he was a good kisser, although you’d always assumed by the looks of his plump lips. That night had only been a drunk hookup on a dirty couch but it was enough to get you both hooked on the idea of each other and going further.



That's when you both devised the plan of keeping the hook ups a secret from the others. You both knew you just liked fucking each other; nothing more, nothing less.

After you gathered yourself in Tyler's bathroom mirror you forced yourself to join the others back outside. They were still sat around the fire, laughing at a joke that someone had made. You sat back down next to Rain and pulled your sleeves over your hands nervously before joining into the conversation.

You pretended not to notice Bjorn staring at you, again.

•

A couple of nights later you had your legs around Bjorns waist while he pushed your back against his trailer door.

You had just barely crossed the threshold of his trailer before the door was shut behind you. He had reached over and locked it before pulling you into him. His hands hooked behind your thighs and you were lifted in the air, before catching yourself around his waist.

Early that day you two had gotten into yet another argument at Tyler's and soon after you left he'd called you, asking to meet up. You were still pissed at him and contemplated ignoring him but you found yourself walking the familiar path to his trailer.

"I think there's something wrong with you" You said against his mouth as his hands gripped the fabric over your ass.

"You think?"

"Mhm" You hummed, grabbing his head and pulling it back so you had full access to the skin there. You dragged your tongue along his jaw before going further down knowing it drove him crazy. "Do you get turned on when we fight or something?“

"Maybe" He laughed, his Adams Apple bobbing as he spoke. "Maybe I like seeing you all fired up"

You bit playfully at his collar bone before working your way back up his neck, leaving a wet trail.

He added, "But there's something wrong with you too"

"How so?" You asked, as you pulled your head back to look at him.

He leaned forward, trying to kiss you again but you moved your head back further, as much as you could will the wall behind you, tempting him. He rolled his eyes at you, "You're here even after I called you a crazy bitch earlier"

"Well—" You started but stopped yourself. He was right, you were here. No matter what was said during stupid arguments with him you always ended up coming when he called. But it wasn't because him insulting you turned you on, well not completely, "I guess we're both fucked up"

This time you were leaning into him, locking your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you. He tossed you up slightly, so he could get a better grip on you before leaving the wall and heading towards his bedroom.

He somehow managed to push the door open and  walk around the piles of clothes and boxes in the room without looking, his lips locked with yours. You had known that this room used to be his mother's and you knew that he was having a hard time going through her things, deciding if he should keep stuff or give it away. When he wasn't being a dick he would confide in the group over a beer or dinner. But it was rare.

He tossed you on the bed effortlessly, pulling his shirt of his head in a swift motion before coming down to hover over top of you.

"You really pissed me off today" You say before he can kiss you again, putting your finger against his lips to stop him.

"I could tell," He replies, taking your finger between his teeth and biting it gently as he looked down at you. "It's not everyday you try to throw a glass bottle at my head. Tyler almost had a conniption"

"Well" You giggle, remembering the look on Tyler's face when the bottle missed Bjorn's head and crashed into the wall instead, shattering into pieces. You wet your lips, weaving your hands through his hair. Once you had a fistful you tugged on it just enough to get a reaction from him. "If you weren't such a dick all the time—"

"—Such a feisty little thing," He interrupted in a low voice, his accent thick "Can't decide if you want to hit me or fuck me, huh?"

“Shut the fuck up" You laughed as you tugged his hair again this time harder, pulling him down closer to you. He was shoving his tongue in your mouth the second your lips touched again. He was a messy kisser that much you had learned in the past few weeks. Some things came as no surprise to you like the way he whined when he was close or the fact that he liked to be dominant. It made sense given his personality.

One of the things that always surprised you, no matter how many rendezvouses took place was that he managed to get you off, everytime. It was part of the reason you kept coming back. It was something you weren't used to after being with only one guy before you started hooking up with Bjorn. The dating pool wasn't exactly thriving on Jackson star. It surprised you that he cared enough to make sure you got off at all considering he was a dick the majority of the time you were around him.

He pulled back from you, standing up off the bed and pulling your boots off before tugging your pants down your legs. Once they were off you sat up in the bed watching him undo his belt and jump out of his pants, leaving him in his boxers. You pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it at him before lying back down against his pillows.

The two of you had developed a sort of routine at this point. You were both efficient with each other and everyone left happy. It was a good system.

When he crawled back over you he had slid a hand under your bra and kissed at the skin that was exposed. You bit at your lip knowing he would end up leaving hickey in his wake. But you didn't mind him leaving marks where no one would see.

"That reminds me" You say, feeling his mouth over your nipple after he had pulled the garment down to give him full access. "You gave me a hickey the other night"

"No I didn't" He mumbled as he nibbled at you skin.

"Yes you did, in the bathroom at Tyler's" You argued, moving your hair and showing him the skin of your neck.

He huffed at you, lifting his head to look. He touched the spot with his finger. It was fading now but was big enough to cause an issue for you the last couple of days. "Oops"

"No 'oops', this can't happen" You scold, gesturing to the hickey. "Plus Navarro almost walked in and saw— what were you thinking?"

“You talk too much” He whispered, blowing softly at your now wet nipple, sending a chill down your spine.

“Don't try to distract me" You whined, as he slid his hand down your stomach and began to rub at your already moist panties. You rolled your head on the pillow, biting at your lip.

"I couldn't control myself" He whispered against your ear, dropping to that same spot on your neck and biting it again. Of course you let him. "If I had to go another minute I was gonna lose it"

Then as he watched your eyes roll back at his touch, he added, "I would've loved to bend you over that sink and—"

"— listen dumbass if you—" You began to say but was cut off by your own moan as he surprised you and slid his fingers under the fabric.

"What was that?" He teased watching as you covered your mouth with your hand, in an effort to silence yourself. When you ignored him he continued, "Who knew it was that easy to get you to shut the fuck up"

You could've unfolded completely just as his touch. He was surprisingly good with his fingers but you would never admit that to him, the last thing he needed was a bigger ego. You chalked it up to the callouses he'd developed after working in the mines for so many years.

When he stopped you were already out of breath, watching as he pushed his boxers down and slid himself along your entrance. He was already hard and dripping in precum. He teased you for a moment before pushing all the way into you. He gave you a minute to adjust to him, his face buried into your shoulder, biting the skin there as he tried to control himself.

Once you gave him the okay he thrusted into you with calculated rhythm. You fisted the blanket beside you as he grabbed the wall for support and picked up his pace. He moved your leg to the side opening you up even further before he hit a sweet spot. He came first losing his rhythm completely and sloppily pounding into you. You could feel him unload inside of you, mixing with your juices. He adjusted his position, grabbing a pillow and placing it under your lower back, giving him the perfect angle that he knew got you every time. He moved slow and methodically now as he simultaneously rubbed at your clit with his thumb. He positioned himself closer to you, leaning down slightly. You gripped his arm as he thrusted inside you. It didn’t take long before he managed to hit the perfect spot and as he did you hit your climax with the help of his moaning in your ear. Something about it, as whiny as it was, made you feral. He came a 2nd time at the feeling of you clenching around him and your nails on his skin.

You never worried about him releasing inside of you, not when the company had a sort of birth control pill that the women of the colony were offered. You'd been on it for as long as you could remember.

Once he had felt you finish, he fell on top of you, with his face buried into your chest. You could feel him twitch inside of you as you both heaved heavy breaths attempting to come down from the high.

After several minutes you felt him pull out of you and slide his boxers back up and over himself. He rolled off you, immediately reaching over to his night stand. He fumbled with a lighter and cigarette before bringing it to his lips and taking a long drag.

He didn't bother offering you one, he knew you didn't smoke. You lay next to him, feeling wetness between your legs. You hated that you felt weird after hooking up with him. A profound sadness that lingered after he was done with you. Already missing him, even when he was right next to you.

It was something you had to consciously stop yourself from thinking about. You hated him. The sex was just sex. You didn't have feelings for him.

You adjusted your bra back up to cover your boobs and lifted your ass to pull your underwear back up. You watched him blow a smoke ring.

"You’re getting better at that" You teased, turning and looking at his bare chest littered with random tattoos.

"Mhmm" He gave you a smirk, coughing slightly as he exhaled, "I still have more in me, if you wanna go for a round 2"

"You wish" You laughed, looking away from him, "I've got a shift in an hour"

You thought he might say something else, or even flirt with you, after all he had just fucked you. But he focused on a spot on the roof and took another drag.

You sit up on his bed, a sign that you would be leaving soon. You wanted to ask him about the boxes and if he needed help sorting through things but it felt wrong. You weren’t close like that. After a minute he taps the ashes on a plate and looks over to you, "Did you mean what you said?"

You climbed over him, feeling suddenly self conscious after what you'd just done with him. You wish he would've pulled you back into bed or even reached out and touched your arm, anything, but he didn't. This is how it always went and part of the reason why you never stayed afterwards.

"I say a lot of things" You turn away from him sliding your pants back up your legs and over your ass. As you button them you turn to face him. "You gotta be more specific"

"The other day at Tyler's" He explained, moving his arm behind his head to prop himself up, he watched you as he took another drag, blowing the smoke out, "At the fire you said that you hoped Tyler found a way out of here and left me behind"

Oh. You did say that.

You grabbed your shirt from his floor before pulling it on. You sighed, feeling his eyes on you. You sat on one of the boxes that was taped down to put your boots on. "Of course I didn't mean it"

"It seemed like you meant it" He said causally, flicking the ashes again.

"Did you mean it when you said I had a crush on Tyler?" You rebuttal, after lacing both of the boots up and looking over at him.

"No" He replied after a minute, "I just wanted to piss off"

You nodded, standing up and catching your reflection in his mirror, seeing the mark on your neck now fresh again. "I wish you wouldn't do that"

You meant it for the hickey but also for what he admitted; that he said things just to piss you off.

"I know" He said simply, bringing the cigarette back to his lips as he watched you head for the door of his room.

"I'll see you later" You said, heading down his hallway and out his front door.

As you walked back to your trailer you hoped no one saw you leaving Bjorns. The way you felt inside was hard to understand. You thought you should stop what you are doing with Bjorn, knowing everything ends one way or another, but you couldn't.

It would go on another couple of months. The feeling of passion and craving each other and then after the feeling of complete disdain. Always ending with you walking home with a pit in your stomach.

You would do anything to be with Bjorn like that, even if he didn't feel anything for you.

[ceruleanvulpine]

the big theorypost. spoilers for both volumes of misericorde

maybe this goes without saying, maybe not: i think tatiana is A Catherine. firstly, because of the law of conservation of mystery women*. but also she describes herself as a dilettante, and is clearly a matched set with he/him eustace (2stace). they're actually labeled as eustace2 and her2 in the script. eustace and catherine, of course, were unexpectedly close and worked together in the library. which is relevant because...

tatiana and 2stace are on some reality warping storyteller shit. this is pretty clear from their conversation, i think. the most obvious example of it in action is that tatiana describes the IRA-assassination-plot thriller to alex, who then finds herself inside it. alex's narration talks about going along with jim because it "feels right", which is plausibly not mind control, except tatiana also becomes an old friend and/or boss of everyone else she meets.

are tatiana and 2stace the *same people* as catherine and eustace, or versions of them? at first i thought alex was A Flora and jim was A [The Farmer] but that doesn't seem as one-to-one. in 1983 they're both immediately off-putting, whereas in 1483 eustace is capable of acting normal-ish, but maybe it was just 500 years of existing outside the narrative??

evidence for 1483 eustace and catherine having reality-altering powers and/or being aware of the narrative: the shelves. eustace's references to things she can't explain. catherine having visions of music/poetry/social movements/things they Need To Do. the presence or absence of goats. catherine's chronicles are mentioned but not there; meanwhile eustace chronicles darcy's visions, which include Books and Fire Goat, and won't let anyone see them.

There Are Two Swords. 2stace and tatiana are philosophically opposed. eustace (1483) talks about preferring not to interfere with people, 2stace (1983) is a stickler for accuracy, mad about liberties taken with katherine's (in nunleft) and jim's (in prosopography) stories. meanwhile tatiana loves spoilers, mocks 2stace for not being able to enjoy his own fantasies, and "loathe[s] the tyranny of continuity."

so i guess my reach-iest theory is that eustace and catherine, in 1483, are both to some extent able to alter the story / the reality they are in, and approach it differently. eustace is not interfering, whereas catherine is flitting around trying to bring out the hidden potential of the nuns and (checks notes) trying to kill someone and change the course of history? i don't know enough about the war of the roses for this.

what catherine was doing "got her killed," but eustace also refers to james as a "solution to a problem i let get out of hand". eustace could have been involved (metafictionally??) without actually doing the deed.

in fact one of the swords killed catherine and the other is wielded by the demon.

so.. maybe... catherine is killed, but still present, possibly involved in the ghost sightings that *aren't* eustace (and it would be thematically appropriate for her demon to be a magic terror while eustace's is created by dressing up in armor) and the magic circles. either she or eustace is the devil james saw (who spoke with a woman's voice). eustace is trying to keep the story on track and struggling with hedwig, but hedwig isn't her real enemy. (has hedwig stepped into a role somehow by picking up catherine's job? or is she just totally mundane and lost. poor thing.)

but also this sounds crazy so WHO KNOWS.

P.S. it's so goddamn funny that tatiana asks alex about 15th century metallurgy. girl are you trying to catch your stickler friend in an inaccuracy? cinemasins ding?

*umineko has never followed the law of conservation of mystery women, ever, except in the ways that it does

[sleepy-grav3]

All the More Reason to Be

A/n: Let's just ignore how long I've been gone for.

Summary: One morning, while Maddie and Jack are in the lab, Danny greets his mom with a simple "morning, mom." Jazz wasn't expecting him to be referring to her.

Tw: Neglectful parents Maddie and Jack, basically a teen mom Jazz, connection cutting (Danny towards Maddie and Jack)

Jazz can cook and is the main one to do so in the house, Danny doesn't know how to because nobody actively taught him and there wasn't really a need for him to learn (learn to survive immediate death is basically his motto), ghosts are protective and possessive of their Haunts, Amity Park is Danny's Haunt, the mentioned ghost is nonbinary going by they/them pronouns.

In the Fenton household, it was known that you had to be extremely cautious of the kitchen. That place was either a battlefield, or a battlefield in the making.

It's no surprise that the kitchen appliances were something to be extremely careful of too.

For that reason, cereal with milk was the most common breakfast to have. It was quick, it was simple, and the milk was usually pretty safe with how tightly sealed and undisturbed it was. The cereal, even more fortunately, wasn't even inside the fridge, so it couldn't easily come in contact with the ectoplasm stored there.

But sometimes, when Jazz went to sleep early or never went to sleep, she'd make something else. Pancakes, oatmeal, or even french toast around the holidays that weren't Christmas. Danny was a bit cautious with french toast, but it wasn't toast in his opinion.

That morning, it was the more unfortunate of the 2 special options.

Jazz didn't get any sleep last night. She was caught up in a book and lost track of time. It wasn't until she looked up to see some sunbeams shining into her room when she noticed that it was an hour before her alarm would go off.

Sleeping for only an hour was only going to make her more tired. So, she decided that she might as well just stay up.

That brought her to current time, where she just finished up making the pancakes. And with perfect timing, Danny came down to the kitchen, all dressed but only half awake.

"Must've been up late because of a ghost." She guessed, placing 2 empty plates and the container with a stack of pancakes on the table.

"Good Morning, Danny."

"Morning, Mom." He yawned.

Jazz paused, eyes widening slightly. Mom?

She then shook her head. It was probably a mistake due to sleep deprivation. She ignored how it made her skin buzz, her eyes stinging slightly.

"Another ghost?"

"Yep." Danny sighed, stabbing his fork into a few pancakes and moving it onto his empty plate. "New one this time. Animal obsession. There was an abusive dog owner, and they got word of it when the dog died. Tucker found some dirt on him. Outsider with a murder charge. Most likely buried the body here."

"Wow, Danny. Are you... are you ok after that?"

Danny paused his chewing before quickly swallowing so he could speak.

"I-... I feel fine-"

"Danny-"

"No, Mom, I'm serious." Jazz jumped, but Danny continued as if he didn't just call his sister mom. "I'm- I'm more than fine. I feel sorta proud? That man felt different, somehow. I know it's wrong, but he shouldn't even be here." Danny glared down, his teeth starting to grow longer, sharper. "Didn't deserve to be. I can't believe he thought he could just waltz in here and do whatever he wanted without me interfering. I mean, can you believe he just entered the town without my permission?"

Jazz blinked owlishly. This was the first time she saw him act that way. Sure, he got aggressive with some ghosts, especially when Dan was mentioned. But never towards a human.

That wasn't even mentioning why his permission was even needed. Why he called the town his-

Oh. Oh.

Amity Park was his Haunt, and ghosts tend to act aggressive towards those who intrude. Especially if they cause trouble or mess it up. Yeah no, this was a ghost problem.

"At least he'll be going to jail soon."

"But-"

"Amity doesn't have any jails. Not really anyway. So, he'll have to be moved out to serve his sentence. Even if he did come back, he, a living being, caused the first crime in years. This is going to make news and he's going to be outcasted for life. You know how Amity Parker are like."

"Amitians." Danny corrected.

"What?"

"Kwan and Star started it up. Amity Parkers felt like a mouthful and didn't fit our whole supernatural, paranormal, sci-fi situation." Danny huffed fondly; tension gone entirely. "So, what's better than to make us sound like aliens?"

Jazz rolled her eyes. Of course. Nothing could lift the mood like space topics.

"Back on subject though, he won't be intruding on your Amity much longer. So you don't have to worry about him anymore. You should get that new ghost a gift for helping you become aware of the situation."

Danny smiled softly. "Yeah, I will. Thanks, Mom."

Jazz gripped her fork a bit tighter.

That was what? The 3rd time now? This- this wasn't some accident anymore.

She looked across the table to see Danny getting another 3 pancakes, pouring a shit ton of syrup on them. Danny soon noticed her staring, having a small frown on his face.

"Mom?"

She took a sharp breath, pushing aside the butterflies and buzzing. It felt like something in her felt... accomplished. Like she had done everything right despite how clear it was that she hadn't.

"Why-..." She took a quick breath, feeling her voice quiver. "Why are you calling me that?"

Danny pursed his lips, hand traveling to the back of his neck. Jazz noticed him playing with a bit of his hair, which had become longer. She had to book a haircut appointment soon.

"They don't care."

"Don't you love them?"

It felt like a wired question, one that carried more weight than she meant. It held so much more significance than she expected. She tried so hard not to think that way, she was only older than him by 2 years. She was still in high school. She wasn't even in her senior year yet.

"Not enough to think of them like I do you."

And that was all it took for Jazz to let out a sob, tears breaking down the dam and flowing freely down her eyes like waterfalls. Danny jumped up, rushing over to her, asking what was wrong. Asking if it was too much. If he should stop calling her his mom.

"N-no! I'm just- I always- c-called you mine. You w-were always my little boy. I fed you, changed you, took you to school, taught you things- I saw you grow and I- I've felt jealous before!" She laughed. "I mean- you always called them mom and dad, but I did everything! Why couldn't you call me that? It wasn't fair but- but it made sense... I just... I accepted that you wouldn't think of me that way but- but now you are and-" She let out another sob, wrapping her arms around Danny and placing her forehead on his stomach. "And I'm so happy."

As she continued to cry, unable to calm down enough to stop, arms wrapped around her and a hand ran through her hair. Eventually, Jazz shifted to lean more of her face on him, basking in the cold that his body offered. It was like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room. It made it easier to breath.

"You'll be late to school."

"Like that isn't normal."

"Think you could hype yourself up enough to tell Mr. Lancer what's been going on?"

"... Parent-Teacher Day should be coming up soon."

"Just tell me the time and date."

"Ok."

"And Danny?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

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A/n: Well, that was sweet. A lot less emotional than what I wanted, pretty sidetracked in the beginning, but oh well. Also! I didn't know what name to give our animal lover ghost. This isn't meant to be a series or anything, but I'm curious what you think their name should be. I might reuse them somewhere.

And if any of you feel like adding a little something for what goes down with that animal abuser guy, reblog with a bit of writing. I'd love to read it.