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balisarius when he figures out what he's going to name the child he abducted after the patron saint of kidnap victims

[ambelle]

This guy right here LOL

Dick was such an unconventional male lead. He never said the typical lines or did the typical gestures but he'd turn around and kill his father for Kory. Risk letting the entire universe end to save her. Ask her to have his baby on their first date.

I'll miss him and his crazy shenanigans so much.

Absolutely adored this show.

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I’m having a bit of bill skarsgård brain rot, lmaooo. Can you do a yandere alphabet for the marquis from John wick

Yandere Alphabet - Vincent de Gramont

TW: Yandere themes, Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Arguments, Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced-Marriage, Spankings as Punishment, Overprotective Vincent, Controlling Vincent

A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Vincent's love languages are gift giving and acts of service. He's used to money and connections being the answer for everything and that includes how he shows his affections for you. It would be very intense, he would practically shower you in riches if you allowed him. Whatever you wanted was yours and he has the means of making it happen.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Vincent is all about efficiency. Whatever directly concerns his darling, he would need it to be handled immediately with little to no waste, effort, or energy. He would have his men handle it or deal with it himself, it depends on the situation. He dislikes messes, however, if someone were to kidnap you, harm you, or touch you, it would be a different story.

If you were harmed, he would return it ten-fold. Remember the scene between him and Nobody with a knife to the hand? Yes, he's willing to get messy for that. If his men are handling it, he would watch and enjoy it.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Once abducted, he would treat you like royality, since you're his sweet darling. No, he wouldn't mock you because that's childish in his eyes. He understands it is a difficult situation, but he would expect you to adapt sooner rather than later. He can only be patient for so long.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

There are many things he wouldn't allow you to do with the sole purpose of protecting you. You'll have to ask for his permission for many of these things, but he isn't unreasonable. If you want to go shopping, take a walk, there's must always be someone with you. You'll either be escorted by him or his men when he's busy. Your privacy will become nonexistent.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Vincent would be closed off in the beginning, he would need to trust you completely before he can open his heart to his darling. However, once he trusts his darling completely, he will open up about many things, however he will keep things from you. For instance, he wouldn't want his darling involved with his "occupation" and the things he's done. His vulnerability is strong when he completely trusts you, he's not against telling you his feelings.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Vincent can be patient and might even find his darling fighting back amusing. However, that patience can slip away very easily if the fighting persists. He would feel somewhat betrayed from his darling's behavior. He risked your safety to have you in his life and home and this is how you repay him?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, this is not a game to him and he takes it very seriously. Again, he risked your safety to have you in his life, the risk of someone using you against him. He may find his darling trying to escape humorous during the first few attempts, but it would be in your best interest to quit. He won't find it humorous anymore.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

His darling's worst experiences with him would be his outbursts and controlling behavior. Vincent's patience only goes a certain way until he explodes. Fighting against him would result in him yelling at you angrily and breaking things. For example, when Vincent broke his phone after speaking with Nobody. I believe that Vincent would break things when he's angry or overstimulated enough.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Vincent wants to experience everything with his darling. His darling is his significant other, therefore he envisions marrying his darling and having children to continue the next generation. He'll force you to marry him if he has to.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He can be extremely jealous, however it is not because of insecurity. He doesn't like anyone thinking they have a chance with his darling without going through him first. He doesn't need to cope being the Marquis, he can have that person killed if he wanted and it will happen. Yes, he will lash out in his own way.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's extremely protective and affectionate with his darling. He can be charming when he wants, hand kisses, arm around the waist, gentle caresses, he will do it all for his darling. His darling always has his attention, even if he's busy. If you're on his good side, it's all romantic.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Vincent would do things behind the scenes, make his darling think they have a secret admirer, which is true. He would secretly send you romantic letters and expensive gifts. He would have his men secretly follow you around and get information to bring back to him. He wants to learn everything about you and prepare before abducting you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Absolutely, Vincent would be completely different with others compared to his darling. His darling is the only one that gets the sweet side of him while he remains aloof with others.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He would take away rights everytime you go against him. For instance, you would no longer be allowed to leave the mansion anymore, no matter how many times you try to appease him. He would need to see improvement first. Plus, he's not against putting his darling over his knee and spanking you until you're red.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He would take away some rights from his darling and his darling would need to have his approval for things. For instance, you're not allowed in the kitchens or leaving the mansion without him or a bodyguard and your personal belongings are always monitored. For your protection of course ❤️

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Well, he would have a little more patience with his darling than with others. He'll let his darling off easily the first few times, but it would quickly change because he would assume that his darling is being ungrateful and disrespecting him and his wishes.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Absolutely not. Vincent would never be able to move on if something happened to you. If you died, he would remain heartbroken for the rest of his life. If you escape, that'd a different story, you will return to him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He would never feel guilty for kidnapping his darling and it never crossed his mind that what he did was wrong. He has individuals killed for a living, kidnapping his darling wouldn't be any different. He would simply try to make you understand that what he did was necessary. He would never let his darling go, you would have to kill him first.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I would assume his childhood and the things he deals with as the Marquis. He's used to having everything he wants, call him spoiled.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Vincent would feel disappointed about your behavior, especially when this is a reoccurring problem. However, he still loves you and would want to fix this as soon as possible. He would try to comfort you as much as he knew how. If you were upset about being restrained to the mansion, he'll take you outside. He would explain to you that this was only for your protection and he only wanted the best for you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vincent isn't sadistic, at least towards his darling and values their feelings. He actually likes communication, you can be open with him about anything because he prefers your honesty than lying and disobeying him.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's used to getting what he wanted and gaining his complete trust would give his darling advantages. He would let his darling have more privileges and his darling can use that in an effort to escape. However, his trust is a long process so you'll need to play the waiting game. Be obedient and docile and you'll have him eating from your palm.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He absolutely loves his darling and willing to do anything for them. He'll buy anything you want if it meant gaining your affections. He has money and connections, he'll make it happen.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He'll pine for his darling for a few months, gaining information on them and preparing his home for his darling's arrival before he snaps. Whenever he wants something, he has to have it soon or now. Again, he's spoiled.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, he would.

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[gingergofastboatsmojito]

I wanna be his water

I think that’s my true calling

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[quigonswife8]

Drowning: Namor x reader

Namor saves your life

Warnings: swearing, near death experience, talk of mild concussion.

Gif creds: @mndvx | Couldn’t really find a gif that worked best but since this gif is near the end of the film, when this is set, I thought I’d use it :)

Translations [used from a yucatec maya to english translator I’ve been using]

Paach teechi': Behind you.

In yakunaj: My love.

In yaakunech: I love you.

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In the distance Shuri and Namor come to an agreement. She'll promise to protect his oceans, will make sure no one will bring harm to him and his people. The wakandan's will keep the location of Talokan secret. They will work together from now on.

Where you are, however, none you are aware of this happening, so the battle wages on. More people die, more lives lost. It's hard to decide who's winning because it's even on both sides- well, almost even.

"(y/n)!" One of the talokanil’s toss a weapon your way, and you catch it with a nod.

"Thank you."

Just in time you turn and cut down one of the enemies before moving onto take down more. To be honest you wish an agreement was made between the black panther and your love because you can't bare losing him.

You want nothing more than to go and help him but you’ve been unable to leave, stuck fighting.

“Paach teechi'!”

What?

It's too late: when you turn you're struck over the head and sent overboard. Their yelling soon fades away as they falls back into the battle, and you're fully submerged into the water. The sudden impact from the hit and from hitting the water leaves you dazed and confused unable to process what's happening.

You don't swim back up, you just watch as you begin to sink. As you sink faster that's when you start finding it hard. Hard to breathe.

You can’t breathe. The water is so heavy it’s suffocating you, then you squeeze your eyes shut to stop the pain of the water in your eyes.

You're drowning. The water greets you like a long-lost friend pulling you further and further until it will have wrapped it's invisible arms around you.

The fight above becomes more distant as you sink futher. It's hard to fight against water that has already claimed you, hard to swim to the surface when you're so weak and still unable to grapple with everyone. It's so cold and you grow sleepy, finding that urge to slowly drift away with the water's giving you it's death kiss.

Is this it?

Of your [age] years on this earth you have experienced things beyond comprehension. Been through a lot that has shaped and changed you. Met and fell in love with the winged serpeant god.

Now you're going to die and hell it's extremely scary and you want to be saved, but if this is it then you're happy to have lived this life.

K’uk’ulkan pops into your mind: the memories you shared with him, and that eases your worries.The water pulls you away, white dotting your vision. The pull is stronger and you feel yourself slipping away.

Before you do though you can swear you see someone floating in your direction and then everything is blurred.

----

"Come on my love."

He lays you down on the sand, quickly moving his hands to begin CPR. Up and down up and down and he repeats your name in hopes it will do something.

"Come on."

You're still not responding. So he lowers his mouth to give you mouth to mouth. Your freezing body against his, your eyes shut- you need to wake soon.

He breathes in, and out, giving you air. In, and out, desperation clcinging to him like the water that already clings to him. His hands shake but he doesn't stop giving you CPR- he can't.

Please

He prays in his mind

I cannot lose them too

Namor repeats breathing in and out, his heart hammering in his chest. Still nothing. That’s when he pleads again.

Please, I am begging you. … … …

You jolt up, eyes wide: turning to your side you start coughing up water which snaps him back to reality. Throat, scratchy, in so much pain, and that pain in your head makes matters worse. At least you don't feel as dazed as you were when you fell under.

Hands shaky digging in the sand in front of you, while you throw up more water. It's...still hard to grapple with what's happening. The last thing you remember is falling into that water after being struck over the head.

Am I in heaven? or maybe, it's hell. If it was heaven you wouldn't be feeling like shit but on the other hand why would hell still look like the real world?

"Ugh.."

Tears fall from your eyes soaking your cheeks. You had died…right? There's a vague image of someone swimming towards you but that was the last thing you remember. Ugh my head hurts

Before you can think anymore on that, that's when you hear it. A voice…his voice. It's so quiet, unsure, but you'd know it anywhere despite feeling how you are. A shaky sigh and then your eyes flick to him…and your mouth falls open in surprise.

K'uk'ulkan “Am I…in heaven?"

If he's there you have to be in heaven. "No.."

He crawls over to you and then he stops in front of you.

"You're…" Namor's eyes soften and he searches yours. "…you're alive, in yakunaj."

Alive? So…you didn't die?

"Are you sure…?"

He slowly takes your hand in his, and presses it to where your heart is.

"Do you feel that? Your heart is beating, you are alive."

Then he takes it and presses it to where his heart is, and smiles softly.

"…and so am I. I'm here with you, you're alive."

I'm actually alive

That figure was K'uk'ulkan. The figure who had swam towards you was your love, and it all makes sense. He had saved your life, you owe everything to him.

"Thank you…"

Through tear-filled eyes you take his other hand in yours, rather than press your head to his. This means more than a kiss: it's more intimate. He's a bit caught off guard by your action but finds himself squeezing your hands.

"…for saving my life."

"You're welcome in yakunaj…"

To hear him say this after such a traumatic event? Means more than anything to you. You're surprised you're taking this so well though, that you haven't cried or even broken down. By this point people would if they were faced with death and had survived.

It's better to have him there comforting you because you really need it. It's like he's your anchor and he's keeping you grounded otherwhise you're not sure what you wsould do.

"I'm happy that you are alive…"

Though while he isn't fully able to communicate just how happy he is at the moment, you know. You can tell and that only makes you happy to know that he is, 'cause if he lost you he's not sure what he would do.

You're his heart- his purpose- his love- who he lives for. The person who understands him better than anyone and who is there to let him know how much you love him.

[ffverr]

Don't tell me this isn't Ororo challenging people??

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[sometimesraven]

Rules: Make a poll of your top five favorite characters of all time and see who is the favorite amongst your followers!

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@shesnake tagged me to post 8 shows to get to know me. These are just some of the shows that I cannot be calm about. @sonyarebecchi @mndvx @marthaskane @iinejs @nikita-bishop​ @monstress​ @loisfreakinglane​ @amarakaran​ @heliopath​ @dharmawangsa

(please note: this is in no particular order)

Giri/Haji (2019) created Joe Barton I don’t trust it when white people write stories set in Asia, but somehow my buddy and pal Joe makes it work. It’s so good, the end fight scene lives rent free. I would literally die for all of the female characters. Will Sharpe of White Lotus fame is in this. Need I say more.

The OA (2016-2019) created by Brit Marling & Zal Batmanglij. You know when you are watching a show thinking “WTF is happening?” the entire time, this is that show. It’s so good!

Succession (2018 - 2023) bc ofc

The Lazarus Project (2022-) created Joe Barton. Joe Barton strikes again. Sometimes a man hurts every woman who enters his life bc his true soulmate is a man. But make it about time loops.

Halfworlds (2016-) created by HBO Asia. My guilty pleasure of guilty pleasure show. please don’t watch it, its utter shite, and yet it lives rent free in my mind. The answer to the question that no one asked “What if twilight/the mortal instruments or any other dumb YA book was set in SEAsia”

Dark (2017-2020) created by Baran bo Odar and Jantje Friese. Sie kennen dieses Gefühl, wenn Sie sich eine Show ansehen und denken: "Was zum Teufel?" die ganze zeit, das ist diese show, aber mach es auf Deutsch.

Starstruck (2021 - ) created by Rose Matafeo. Everyone keeps on complaining that the RomCom is dead this, that actors don’t have chemistry that, and they are all fucking idiots who haven’t watched Starstruck. Rose Matafeo is wife, Nikesh Patel is husband. The rest is history.

Churails (2020) created by Asim Abbassi. Your daily reminder that I am not white. A show about a group of Pakistani women who go on a revenge spree. Need I say more.

these are my mains but I also highly recommend :

We are Lady Parts

Mythic Quest

Ghosts BBC

Elementary

Community

Little Woman (K-Drama)

Altered Carbon (but only S1)

Alex Rider

Babylon Berlin

Watchmen

Last King of the Cross

Halka

Doom Patrol

Sweet Tooth

Lockwood and Co

One Tree Hill

Pennyworth

Surface

Flatshare

Smallville

[ambelle]

i really want at least a dickkory kiss next episode,but im really excited to see that one scene where they are all looking at the sky.

Safe to say they'll kiss and have plenty of great moments. But by the standard of if you enjoy how soft and gentle they are not by the standard of like Klaroline or Delena's attraction to one another.

They are just sweet so that's what I expect them to be and I'm never shocked by the moo moo eyes and blushing they get up to. I'm seeing kisses and Mar'i being brought up and a romantic date in our future.

[wonderbatbvs]

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[evita-shelby]

Prove it

A K'uk'ulkan/namor x mexican!reader who works at the hacienda our dear Kukul buried his mother. Reader is mexican and the dialogue is entirely in spanish to show that the reader doesn't speak neither English nor Maya Yucateco

(Previously in a different blog which i then deleted)

If requested, i can make a version with the dialogue in english. The dialogue refused to come out in english the first time around,sorry)

Gif by @mndvx

You weren’t born yesterday.

There was no possible way for this fucking historical hotel was truly haunted.

There was no cool poltergeist, no ghost ladies giggling in the floral room where the hacienda’s owner’s daughter died suddenly in the eighties, and there was no fucking way there were Mayan Warriors with blue skin led by fucking K’uk’ulkan himself to pay homage to the big rock in the garden.

That had to be some idiota they had hired from town.

You bet your shitty paycheck you knew that pendejo in the slutty green shorts.

“Te dan buena lana para hacer esta pendejada cada Diciembre?” you ask as the man stares at you in horror.

“Que?” the man asks before cursing you in Yucatec Mayan, an older type with like no Spanish in it whatsoever.

But it’s still the same language, so you insult him back, which makes it worse. Especially when you slip back into Spanish and he acts like you just spat in his face.

“Esta es la sagrada tumba de mi madre!” he shouts at you in Spanish, but you don’t buy it. He is too real looking to be a ghost, that vein popping out on his forehead and the way he gets close enough for you to feel the warmth of a human being lecturing you on your rudeness.

“Si, es la tumba de una mujer Maya, lo sé, pero dudo que una mujer del siglo dieciséis tenga un hijo de treinta años en 2020.” You cross your arms and stand your ground.

Would he be offended if you ask him out for drinks at the shitty hotel cantina once you two get over this?

“y si te dijera que tengo más de quinientos años?” he continues with the farce, and you wonder if its worth it to have another wannabe actor fuck buddy here.

“Estas muy conservadito entonces, pero mas creería que te pagan quinientos varos para venir en tan poca ropa cada puto invierno.” You answer with a scoff, five hundred pesos was a shit rate, that was barely fifty dollars. The cute girl from the local University got paid twice that to do her fake shaman tarot reader bullshit every month.

This fucker should ask Rigo the Owner for more.

He laughs, a slightly bitter thing that tells you he is this close to just killing you outright.

He is handsome, you give him that. And well endowed, which is probably why Rigo’s slutty much younger wife chose him.

The feathers and his outfit look legit, too real, especially the fake jade jewelry. You had to hand it to him, the nose plug and the earrings looked pretty fucking good.

“¡Te mataría, pero no mancharía la tumba de mi madre con la sangre de una persona tan estúpida que no puede distinguir entre un hombre humano y el Dios K’uk’ulkan!” he shouts and you think he may be right.

If the Norse had sexy Thor and whatever his goth brother was, if the Americans can defrost Captain America like frozen meat, maybe, just maybe the weirdo standing here was the Serpent God of Mesoamerica.

Could explain why he looked the same in all the photos since cameras were invented.

Could the man you’ve infuriated so much that he stands there breathing hard and clenching his fists to avoid hitting you be the god, K’uk’ulkan?

“Si en realidad dices ser quien eres, pruébamelo.” You say goading him into proving he was fraud. If he is a fraud, he will do anything to make you forget it, like kiss you in anger and get the two of you fired for hate fucking where some of the guests can see you.

You hope he is a fraud; it has been so long since you’ve had a good fuck.

He smiles, one that makes you shake in your metaphorical boots, as he took you by the waist and flew with the weird little wings on his ankles.

“Puta la madre que me pario.” You utter as he flies you to the beach.

[soft-for-them]

Holding on - Lemon x reader

Summary: Your love Lemon has to leave you for another mission. Gender neutral reader, anyone can read.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: Gif by @mndvx , I've reblogged the gif set it came from so go have a look. Honestly there needs to more gifs of Lemon.

The early morning sky is a dark purple fading into warm oranges and yellows. The moon is still in the sky, the sliver of the white glowing rock surrounded by slowly fading stars. The sun has yet to properly peak over the horizon but in an hour or so it will, the oranges warmth of the morning sky will eventually turn the sky a bright happy blue.

You fingers begin to freeze, the lack of gloves annoying you to no end for you swore you stuffed them in your winter coat’s deep pockets before your left your flat but you obviously didn’t for your hands begin to go numb.

As you look up to the ever changing sky you feel a warm hand, big but soft, wrap around your left hand. Warmth instantly begins to radiate your body, goose bumps of pleasure rising as the person next to you rubs his thumb over the exposed skin not coved by his hand.

“I don’t want this to end.” you breathe out a long sigh as you speak, “But you have to go on another mission don't you.”

You look up, the old cobbled street you both stand on uneven and laid out on a small hill so no matter how tall you are compared to him you stand just a bit lower from where he stands.

He, Lemon, you boyfriend your partner, legally not your husband but you’ve been with him too many years that he basically is your husband, looks down at you with a look of equal parts love and equal parts sadness.

He wants to stay with you in your little flat on the less tourist-y side of Amsterdam, he want to wake up to your smiling face every day, he wants to watch you get dressed for work to watch morning cartoons with you, he constantly wants to be near you.

But no, you choose to fall in love with an assassin and he choose to stay with you despite being a normal everyday person.

Decisions were made and you’ll have to live with the fact he has to leave.

“I know.” his eyes big and brown begin to water, his hand holding yours clenches but do not crush your hand.

“On the bright side with the money you earn from this kill you’ll be able to buy that train model set you wanted.”

When you first fell in love with Lemon you forbade the talk of his job and death, you swept it under the carpet, your mind at the time muddled with the deep feelings of guilt from dating a killer combined with the ever growing blooms of love you had for him. Back then you were moving around with your job so the relationship was limited to dates in between kills and work conferences, along with fooling around like it was a one night stand.

Even then the morality of dating a killer, even if he was and still is the sweetest and kindest man you’ve ever met and the only person who has treated you right in your life, fucked you up.

It all became too much, so you removed yourself from him.

It took a few years apart from Lemon to realise that you couldn’t live without him and despite the very human side of you screaming not to, you normalised his job, well you normalised it enough that talking about it was like talking about the weather.

You know what they do for a living is wrong but you’ve met worse people in more mundane situations.

Now almost a decade on from when you first met Lemon you wish he could get out, you wish both him and Tangerine can get out of this shit show, maybe you’d quit your boring job and move to London with them. Have a proper home, maybe actually marry Lemon.

Lemon says that this next mission, the one in Tokyo, will be his last one. You’re not sure you believe it, Lemon certainly does but every time he says it he truly believes it, that’s just how he is, but you still wonder if it’s true or if he’s going to come home in a body bag.

“The one that looks like the train tracks on the island of Sodor.” he lights up at the thought of adding to his model train collection that is hidden in your spare bedroom.

For years now you’ve been adding to the growing train replicas and infinite train tracks that hide in the spare room of your flat. Lemon is the one to build, play and display everything, his fascination for trains so big that you’ve half-joked that he should be working at a railway museum and not as a killer, whilst you have gotten good at painting small details and creating little miniatures for the little settings.

At this very moment in the clean display case over a two person desk sits three miniatures of you, Lemon and his brother Tangerine next to his favourite model Thomas the tank engine.

 “Just the one.” you smile, “I want to help you paint the set thought, I don’t trust the little decal stickers that come with it.”

You talk like you already have the set, like you both can head back to your flat right now and start it.

A loud beep of a car horn too loud for such an early morning echoes down the street, a clearly stolen car (for it looks like it belongs to a single mother with a love for cheetah print and glitter) stops just metres away from you both.

Tangerine, half-awake with one hand on the pink fluffy steering wheel, lowers the tinted windows beckons his brother over.

“Nice car!” you half shout as Lemon picks up his duffle bag, his hand still holding yours.

“Shut it (Y/n).” Tangerine playfully japes, “This was the only car that didn’t go off.”

Ah yes, Tangerine with his good looks and killing skills was never that good with pick locking cars, he always seemed to set off the alarms.

You should know, that how you met Lemon.

Back when you were living in Liverpool and the twins where travelling up and down the country doing missions just to get by, Tangerine had tried to steal you old Fiat 500 only for the car alarm to go off.

A frantic Lemon had walked up to you with many apologies and a handsome smile trying to convince you that they had a Fiat 500 just like yours and that they thought yours was there’s but you only choose to believe them not because you actually believed them (your Fiat was bright yellow for crying out loud! No one else would own such monstrosity, you only had it because it was cheap.) but because Lemon had charmed you there and then.

Come on, such soft and kind looking man could have the benefit of the doubt... and your number.

“Well then.” you turn fully around to face your love, his eyes solely focused on you as you take both your hands and smooth down the fabric of his denim jacket, “I’ll see you soon.”

You know you’ll see him again, even with the constant worry of him dying you know you will. You move your hand up to his shoulders, then down under his jacket, your cold fingers grasping at his suspenders pulling him closer as you lean upwards to give him a kiss.

Holding on, one hand holding on to the suspenders lays close to his heart, you can feel it flutter as your lips press against his. The kiss is soft but filled with longing, a kiss to say ‘goodbye’ despite the fact you don’t want to say goodbye to him. His hand raises and holds the back of your neck as you still hold onto him, your lips moving slowly as you relish in the warm feeling Lemon gives you.

You pull away but your hands still stay grasped onto his braces, his hand moving to cradle your head as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll see you soon.” Lemon whispers, “I love you (y/n).”

“Love you too.”

One last peck on the lips is given before you both pull away, Lemon walking over to his bother in the stolen car, you stepping back onto the pavement.

You wave at them both as they drive away the sun finally peaking over the buildings making the sky turn a yellowy hue.

[shxyerahol]

10 tv show game

i was tagged by @benwvatt (thanks!!!💖)

the goal is to add 10 gifs from your favorite shows without naming them and tag 10 people.

tagging: @questioninglogic @sunnylittledragon @spiralcomet @autistic-stephanie-brown @brodinsons @mndvx @delicatefalice @leandra-winchester @penguinsledder @hot2go

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Sacrifice: Namor x reader

This isn’t exact to how the ending of the movie is but I’m still putting a spoiler warning.

Shuri decides to kill K’uk’ulkan, but you sacrifice your life before she can.

Just sadness ya'll. No happy ending.

Warnings: death, blood, sad.

gif creds: @mndvx

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You had followed K’uk’ulkan and Shuri to the desert. After the ship crashed you so desperately tried to get to him: he needed water, and so you had tried getting him to it.

The new black panther, came out of nowhere though, throwing you to the side, out of the way. Then, the fight began again between the two: Namor getting the upperhand at first, until Shuri had devised a plan to knock him down.

Now, as he's laying helpless on the sand, she grips onto the spear with her right hand. She stands above him, vengeance in her eyes. Her eyes once held hope- now they hold nothing but anger.

"K’uk’ulkan..."

You push yourself up.

"..you killed my mother."

"She didn't listen to-"

"Quiet!"

Her grip on the spear leaving her knuckles to turn white.

"...you're a monster."

That stings to hear but you don't let it get to you. Rather focusing back on the task at hand.

Shuri scoffs, kicking him in the side- earning a groan from the god.

"...you're a monster who needs to be killed."

In the back of her mind her mother calls from the ancestral plane. Talking to her, begging her to reconsider her decision. Shuri simply ignores her pleas, decision set in stone.

Hands shaking from the amount of anger running through her, she raises the spear above Namor. Not taking her eyes off the helpless man below: then she shakes her head, makes a quick motion down.

Hitting her over the back with your own weapon you grab her attention, stopping her from killing Namor. The black panther still gripping onto the spear moves, quick, stabbing the spear forward fatally injuring you.

It...doesn't hurt at first. Everything feels numb. Hands press against the wound, the blood coating it. Eyes full of tears that then move over to Namor. Namor who is at a loss for words your name slipping from his lips so quietly.

The ground meets your knees soon enough, then your body hits the sand.

"No..."

He pushes himself up onto his feet out of his shock, staggering over to you ignoring how he still needs water. He ignores Shuri, ignores as she watches him get to you now, only looking. He only focuses on you,

"My love..."

Wrapping his arms around you.

"...why..."

Namor never acts this way around other, right now though as the love of his love is dying in his arms his front cracks and he doesn't care how he is viewed.

"Couldn't let you die..."

The Black Panther watches on. This had never meant to happen. It was supposed to be him, not you. The person who had killed his mother, not the person who has shown her nothing but kindness, and heart. Who had offered her words letting her know that you truly are sorry for her mother's death.

She had never meant to do this to you. Now with no way to heal you, her kimono beads having been left behind, she watches on helpless.

"...I would much rather have died..."

His hands pressing down to stop the blood. There's so much.

"C-couldn't let you, K’uk’ulkan..."

K’uk’ulkan looks down into your eyes. The life that was once there slowly slipping away. He is so used to seeing how your eyes shine, how they always seem to be so full of life, only for it to disappear like *that*. He needs to get you help, desperately.

"I...I."

Bringing one of your hands up, you rest it on the side of his face.

"I need to get you help..."

It's useless. If he moved you, you would die, and with the amount of blood lost already you'll be dead in a few minutes. That's barely enough time for help to get there.

"This is it for me."

"..don't say that..." He mutters, turning to face Shuri expecting her to kill him. Though she doesn't, and while no words are spoken, he can tell that she never meant for this to happen.

"It's t-true..."

Namor shakes his head trying to fight back the tears. If he could heal you, he would, but he can only heal himself. Pretty ironic.

"...can...can you j-just hold me?"

The last thing you want is to die without a proper goodbye. You'd much rather die in his arms, with that proper goodbye.

Namor, on the other hand, stares into your eyes with such fear. He'd not long ago lost two of his people and now he's going to lose you. This isn't fair, it should have been him, not you. It should have been.

"...(y/n)..."

"Please K’uk’ulkan. T-this is my dying wish, this is all I want. To just be with you as I die."

This isn't right...but this is your dying wish, and he wants to respect it. If this is what you want then he'll give it to you. He sighs, but the pain on his face is evident. "anything for you, my love."

"Thank you..."

Settling more into his hold, your head moving to rest against his chest. There are a million things he wants to say to you and how much he loves you, is one of them.

The first surface dweller he had ever given his heart to- the first person- that he has loved more than life itself. The person who is his light, his reason for living. Who has consumed his thoughts, his dreams, his everything. You mean more to him then he could ever describe. Now he’s about to lose you, and that breaks him.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I love you."

A smile flickers onto your lips, and you say it back. "I love you." so much love in your words, in your eyes, in your body. Namor can see that, and he's just the same. "I love you."

K’uk’ulkan feels when you slip away. Your heart beat stuttering, then falling flat. He doesn't let go of you, though. Namor keeps holding onto you, now letting the tears fall. His eyes close, tighten shut, and shuddery breaths fall, and he doesn't let you go.

Not when he yields and then comes to an agreement with Shuri. Not when he joins Shuri's side and they both call off their armies. Not when he returns to his kingdom, and especially not when he returns to the mural room.

He holds onto you, silent, head resting on top of yours. No words spoken. nothing. all he does is hold you.