#I have some fingerless gloves somewhere

[im-no-jedi]

small update on ken!bae, I made him some arm wraps and a belt, complete with thigh strap 😋

I still need to make him a scarf and a knife holster (which will be going on the belt, not his arm), and then his fit will finally be complete \o/

not sure if I even wanna attempt making armor pieces at this point, I’m too enamored with the modern casual look hehe 😁

bonus obligatory OTP pic because I can:

our hands are so close to touching OMG 👀😩

[theaggresivepacifist]

luthen, andor, and rogue one

The doom has finally come upon me, I care about a piece of Star Wars media (everyone who’s here for Stranger/SF, forgive me and avert your eyes from the spectacle that’s about to follow, unless you too share my obsession with the above topics)

We have to wait until 2024 apparently so please excuse me while I scream into the void about LUTHEN in the context of Rogue One - 

- or more specifically his ghost, how Cassian becomes for Jyn Erso what Luthen is right now for him, because I’m obsessed. (Forgive any minor inaccuracies as, as I say, I have never really paid attention to Star Wars much before now, other than when Rogue One initially came out.)

We know that by the end of Andor S2, everything will have to have gone to absolute hell for the Rebellion and specifically Mon Mothma, who is forced to go fully into hiding with the Rebellion, and Saw Gerrera, who is badly injured and breaks away from the mainline Rebellion. There are apparently canonical reasons for that that are way too far over my head right now, but what interests me is that Luthen Rael, “Axis,” the master of the Rebellion’s spy network, one of its key strategists and financiers, who brought in the man who helps to ultimately secure the Death Star plans and turn the tide of war, is gone by the time we make it to Rogue One/the end of Andor. I can only assume, based on the foreshadowing we’ve seen so far, that he’s dead (more on that later). 

Now enter Jyn in Rogue One. Like Cassian at the start of Andor S1, the Empire has separated her from her family. She too has been in the Empire’s prisons and what appear to be some kind of labor/mining camps. She’s been a child soldier, like Cassian in “the mud at Mimban.” She’s still hoping to be reunited with her father, just as Cassian is looking for his sister. She’s so beaten down that at this point, all she cares about survival, not rebellion. Sound familiar? And just as Luthen does for him in Andor S1, Cassian is the one who encourages her to take this war seriously, “to fight these bastards for real.” He becomes her handler, as Luthen is his, and works with her as she discovers her own reasons for wanting to fight the Empire. 

And Cassian, from the first moment we see him in Rogue One, is the one making all of the horrible, messy, secret choices and sacrifices necessary to keep the rebellion going - killing his injured comrade rather than letting him be captured, using Jyn to get him to her father so that he can (unbeknownst to her) take him out. The kind of vicious, tragic decisions that Luthen had to make, or felt he had to - his “I’m damned for what I do,” Cassian’s “We’ve all done things we’re not proud of in the name of this rebellion.” Cassian knows about and has some kind of precarious dealings with Saw Gerrera - who was Luthen’s contact, as well as Jyn’s guardian, and now Luthen is gone. And as many people have already pointed out, Cassian and Jyn end up dying in the very goddamn poetic sunrise Luthen said he burns his own life for, and will never see. ARGH

In closing, a few theories on what might have happened to Luthen based on what we’ve seen so far, because I live for the angst and GOD I NEED TO KNOW:

1) Mon Mothma betrays Luthen to the Empire for some reason in the name of the greater good of the Rebellion, cementing what we already saw at the end of S1 re: her daughter – she’s beginning to take initiative in making ugly sacrifices for the cause.

2) Luthen dies for Cassian in some way, whether that’s protecting him or allowing Cassian to kill him, cementing his growing sentimentalism/that he’s tired of hiding and sacrificing love and connection, and wants to be a more humane person – to make the Rebellion more humane.

3) Luthen dies in some kind of fallout with Saw Gerrera, cementing the tensions there and the break with the main Rebellion. (Also, if this is not the case – the fact that Saw outlives Luthen is so ironic given what we know about them so far, how isolated Saw is and how central and well-connected Luthen is, and I wonder if that influenced Saw’s decision to leave the Rebellion. That would especially be true if Mon Mothma or someone else sold out Luthen.)

4) I doubt it, but Luthen betrays the cause because he’s tired of sacrifice, and either disappears or gets taken out by Mon Mothma, Cinta, etc., or Cassian (also would cement Cassian’s growing coldness and allegiance to the cause that we see in Rogue One, when he kills his own injured operative).  

He could also just die in some tragic random way, which wouldn’t fulfill a narrative arc but would speak to the cost of war, and how even the greatest among the great can be brought down by chance, by a single cog in the machine, even by someone who’s just scared or following orders or unaware of what they’re doing. The show certainly has killed off a lot of its compelling characters quickly so far. There’s also potential for the arrestor cruiser incident to come back to bite him, because that was extraordinarily close and showy by Luthen’s standards, but that seems like too much of a stretch.

Anyways, I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE 900 WORDS ON THIS and am so mad we won’t have closure until end of 2024, ow. 

[aghostshipontheblue]

The Blackout! getting back together is what this year needed.

[something-about-sunflowers]

ALRIGHT, *cracks knuckles* let's get into that teaser, shall we?

Should I itemize this? I think I'm going to itemize it lmao.

So:

Starting here because this is a baseline for Stede, he's got no neckerchief here. This is likely early in the season, probably the very start.

Man's got a fuckin' ARM.

This is Ed. You can see the bare right arm in both shots.

Red neckerchief. Ed's scrap of silk? Beat to shit if it is, which, he did toss it out to sea so, it would be.

Ed's not wearing the knee brace. Or gloves for that matter. I know the knee brace being an actual mobility aid is unconfirmed canon/fanon but it does make me :(c to see him without it. Either it wasn't actually considered as a mobility aid or he's lost it like he's lost his gloves OR he's going without it because he doesn't care if it hurts.

Closer shot of the neckerchief.

I just wanted to point out all the knives stabbed into the table. Also, those look like bits of paper on the windows, did they keep some of the books to repurpose for window blocking purposes?

THERE HE IS!!!!!!!! Other people have already pointed out the makeup and his ring still on his tie, along with the whip on his hip cjizzy real. He's got a new baldric but I also think his clothes look. Darker? Than in season 1? This is a darker/heavier contrast setting but it carries into other shots of him too I think? Like they're less sun/saltwater faded or something?

Other thing to note: If I have my orientation right, this is to the right of Stede's bed nook and to the left of the library, which means this shelf is the one with the auxiliary wardrobe opening mechanism. Which I bring up because:

This little guy seems to be in the place of the mannequin. Ed kept the auxiliary wardrobe and gothed up the mannequin to justify it still being there.

SO much here. This is, I'm fairly certain, Benjamin Hornigold. This camp he's set up (along with what he's wearing) looks like it was made out of a shipwreck. Ed's barefoot and missing his jacket and gloves, and his shirt's torn up at the sleeves. Definitely where he washed up from his dip in the ocean.

Note the trees and the lighting, that comes up later. Ed shoots here and Ben moves with the shot but it doesn't look like he was actually HIT by it to my eyes.

'Wanted. |Blackbeard| Villainous Pirate. Murderer, thrice over. $400 Reward for the criminal responsible for: theft - brigandry - larceny - arson - tax evasion ➡' Presumably there are more crimes/info on the back, though we see the reverse side in the next cut and it's either blank or all in very small text, I couldn't quite tell.

The poster to the right says 'Port' something which has me wondering Port Royal but that's just the only 'Port' something I know, could def be somewhere else.

(Also, just for fun:

Here's how much abouts Ed's capture would be worth now.)

Wider pic than it needs to be but I didn't wanna cut out Olu lol. ANYWAY. Neckerchief again. Also the back of the poster, see what I mean about it either being blank or very tiny?

Babygirl. . . But also that Bride Ed figure kinda slays. Little bralette with the midriff showing, I see you Babygirl. When will he be allowed to just rest and do silly little crafts WITHOUT heartbreak looming over him?

Well. Four is not nine. So. There's that. The other five could be used or out of frame though, of course.

OH. He's back to his fingerless gloves! They might actually be different from his original ones though, they look different at the wrist to me, not quite sure though.

The BOYS!!!! Frenchie looks like he's having a GREAT time. Considering he suggested they turn the hostage into a table and complained about the Republic of Pirates being a bit gentrified I'd say this is more in line with what he's used to in piracy. I 100% buy he was going along with Stede's way because he knew it was an easy ride compared to real piracy. This wouldn't necessarily be a return to form for him but definitely something he's more used to? And he gets to be kitty :3c

And FANG!!! Look at him showing a bit more skin!! Good for him!!

Everybody say 'Thank You David Jenkins'. Right now. Look at this Mad Max shit. Fuckin' Imperator Jimenez right there. LOVE that tye added the 'beard' after the 'fuck's wrong with your face?' bit in 1x10. Full 'it looked weird on you but I slay' energy.

Jim

Izzy

Fang

Near as I can tell at least. I can't make out if Frenchie is in the shot and I'm pretty positive Ed isn't cause he stayed by the cake when they charged in.

Man, yknow I know we were all kinda clowning on it a bit at the end of 1x10 but this look really is so JARRING. Like, in the dark it's menacing but in the light? It's unhinged and that reads as more dangerous imo.

Also just for comparison's sake the pre-Ed-ified version of the bride figure. He really did full on customize that thing lol.

I DON'T THINK ANNE KISSED STEDE HERE. It feels out of character of the show to pull the 'It's fine if a woman does it to a man' kind of thing with regard to unwanted kissing. This is the frame the scene starts on in the trailer. She's leaning back from him and isn't nearly close enough to his mouth to say for certain that's where she was coming from. My money is on her leaning in to whisper something into his ear, maybe under the guise of it being an advance/intended kiss, which would also explain the annoyed look when she's interrupted. She either got ACTUALLY interrupted or it's part of the act. Stede doesn't look nearly as uncomfortable as he would be if she'd kissed him or tried to, he looks confused.

Izzy going for his sword when this guy tries to get the drop on Stede. He either is starting to care or he knows how much Ed needs him alive.

Also, this is the other potential source of Stede's neckerchief. Mr, Knife right here has a red one and Stede doesn't have it in this scene. I do think this one is a little less distressed than the one Stede has though so it could just be coincidence.

See? No neckerchief. He DOES have a sword at his hip tho! So this, I think, is after Izzy's started training him.

Also, he actually looks really good in red lol.

Baby. He's definitely missing the ring in this shot. It sits higher than the baldric is covering. I want to give him a little kissie on his ouchie and then let him have a nap, he needs that.

The pants match the coat. Also, black shirt. Stede is kinda slaying ngl.

Still missing her head :(c. Isn't that bad luck?

Maybe yall didn't hear me properly with the Jim pic. I'll repeat:

EVERYBODY SAY 'THANK YOU DAVID JENKINS'.

I can't get over how Stede's just standing there politely with his arms behind his back lmfao.

Also, Izzy's got his right leg up, he's putting his weight on his left. . . 'foot'.

I SAID EVERYBODY SAY-

I know tits and all but also. The belly. I would like to. Bite.

*ahem*

ANYWAY. On the left (our left) side of the barrel you can see the tip of his right boot so he's def got that leg off the ground. Perhaps someone is trying to relearn their footwork? Now that they've got a different balance than they're used to? And perhaps a difference in sensory input in the leg he's standing on? Possibly?

This is the same beach Ed was on when he did the fuckin' RAD takedown of the other officer but it definitely looks like different times of day. Having both in the teaser is def meant to be a red herring. He doesn't have the neckerchief in this shot either.

Bra för honom. (Is how google translate tells me you say 'Good for him' in Swedish.)

Is Jackie's hair the same here as it is in the VF pic with Ed? Or like, similar enough to be a 'later in the day after some Fun™ messing it up a bit'?

Roach!!! Fully sleeveless now, added a belt, got some flowers tied to the strings/straps of his apron. Looks like he's having fun lighting that cannon lol. Pretty sure this is the same scene as that one leaked photo of him dancing with Fang and Izzy's green screen sock. He had the flowers in that, right?

[Ran out of allowed images, please hold]

[misc-obeyme]

Hello! Could I request the bros reacting to an a quiet Mc who’s love language is just silently leaving hand-crocheted plushies/items in their room and leaving wintout saying anything? Kind of like how a cat would leave a dead lizard or mouse for you, but instead it’s small handcrafted stuff.

Some people also head cannon Asmodeus as a crocheted or knitter, and it could be fun to keep that in mind if you want.

Thank you in advance, and have a nice day!

Hello, anon!

Okay so you just happened to hit on something that I have knowledge of lol. I haven't crocheted in a while, but it is something I have done quite a bit of! Though I have yet to make an amigurumi type project, I really should get on that.

Anyway, I didn't know about the Asmo headcanon, but you can be sure it has been fully accepted by me now.

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC who leaves them crocheted gifts

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

The first time he finds a little crocheted item in his office or bedroom, he's slightly perplexed. What exactly is this thing made of yarn? But while Lucifer often acts like he's aloof, he pays close attention to you, and he's seen you crocheting before. This causes him to realize that you've left him a gift. In the privacy of his room, he's going to blush because he can't handle how cute you are.

Confronts you about it. MC, did you make this for him? If you try to dodge the question, it won't work. He knows it was you, he just wants to hear you say it. You might as well indulge him and admit it. If you do, he'll tell you he has a gift for you, too, which turns out to be a hug or a kiss.

If you made him a little plushie, he keeps it forever on his desk or beside his bed. Absolutely glares down anyone who might even think about picking it up. If you made him something like a scarf, he wears it at every opportunity.

He's not going to be blatant about it, but the way he clearly cares for the things you've crocheted for him lets you know how he feels. He's protective of them, but he also likes to show them off.

Mammon

You'll be leaving things for him in his room for some time before you realize how much it means to him. Because every time he finds a little crocheted item you've left for him, he stashes it away like a little treasure. He knows they're from you, but he's too embarrassed about how much he loves them to talk to you about it directly.

You figure it out when you stumble upon the stash. It's in his room somewhere safe and you just happened to find it. A little hoard of every crocheted thing you've ever given him. If he's there when this happens, he's going to insist that it isn't because he likes you or anything. Of course you're makin' stuff for the Great Mammon, MC! He just figured he might as well take care of those things since you spent so much time on them and everything.

If you make him an amigurumi crow, he'll lose his mind. Customize it by giving it gold button eyes, maybe using yarn with little gold streaks in it. This becomes his most prized possession.

Mammon is constantly buying you more yarn to make things with. It's not that he wants you to make new stuff for him! (He does.) He just saw some and thought you might like it! (Please keep making him things, MC.)

Leviathan

Oh? What's this? An adorable crochet plushie version of his favorite anime character? He LOVES IT. It's one of a kind! No one has this but him! It's the most limited of limited editions! Yeah, he's thrilled. Like Lucifer, he figures out pretty quickly that it was you because he's seen you crocheting before. He's so happy to have received this item from you, he finds you instantly to tell you how great it is.

MC! W-would you maybe be willing to make him more? Like if you made a little Ruri-chan, you know he's going to want an Azuki-tan, too. At the very least! He starts a whole collection. Custom crochet character plushies. He makes a blog to show them off to people online.

Make him some fingerless gloves to keep his hands warm while he's gaming. You'll find he almost never takes them off. Gets comments about them when he's streaming, but doesn't ever answer any questions about where they came from.

He might actually ask you to show him how to crochet. He might want to make you something in return. He also might be interested in making crochet clothing items to go with various cosplay ideas. He'll give you all these reasons, but secretly Levi just wants to spend time with you.

Satan

He knows exactly what's happening, but he doesn't say anything to you for a little while. He wants to see how many things you'll bring him first. Eventually he can't help himself, though, and he casually mentions how much he appreciates all the little gifts you've been leaving him. You truly are adorable, MC.

He might actually ask you to crochet him a book cozy. He's probably seen them on Devilgram - little pouches for holding a book to keep its pages safe from getting bent up while on the go. If you make it, you can be sure Satan will never part with it again. Though he may need you to make more than one for different sizes of books.

You can really make him blush like crazy if you make him a bunch of cat plushies. Every time he sees a new one, he's overcome by the cuteness. It's the closest he'll ever get to having his own cats in the House of Lamentation and that means so much to him.

Returns your gifts with things he's chosen for you. Writes you poetry. Gives you books of crochet patterns. Makes you bookmarks with ribbons and pressed flowers. He isn't overly demonstrative in general, so this is his way of letting you know how much he loves when you make him things.

Asmodeus

Since he can also crochet and likely knits, too, this becomes a gift-off. Every time you leave him a little something, you find something from him in your room the next day. They're often on theme - for instance, if you make him a plushie of himself (once he's done swooning over it), he'll make you one of yourself. That way you're always matching.

He likes the secretiveness aspect of this, too. Sneaking in your room to leave you gifts is exciting. But he can't keep it up for very long because he wants to tell you how much he loves what you've made. As soon as he sees you've found his gift, he gushes to you about the one you left for him.

Now listen, MC. You can crochet, he can crochet, the only thing you guys could possibly do is design some crochet outfits and accessories! He wants you to model them all for him, too. Posts everything on Devilgram unless you're too shy and then he only posts selfies you've taken with him. Crochet accessories become a trend in the Devildom after that.

Asmo also just loves to crochet with you. Sitting side by side, watching some TV or listening to his brothers bicker or just chatting while you both work on your latest projects. Teaches you new stitches and patterns that he's created over the years.

Beelzebub

As long as you don't make him a plushie cheeseburger or something, he's going to love them. Any time you make anything food themed, you run the risk of it being eaten before he realizes it was actually made of yarn. It's probably something he figures out after the first few times, but even if he knows it's not technically edible, that might not stop him if he gets hungry.

He has a much easier time remembering not to eat things that are not food shaped, though. Make him a little plushie of himself and Belphie and he'll be over the moon. Make him extra happy by giving him one of yourself, too.

If you make him some kind of accessory like a scarf, it just becomes part of his regular outfit. He rarely takes it off, wears it every day. Beel is really protective of it, too. Keeps it safe when he does take it off, makes sure it never gets crumbs on it.

You're really amazing, MC. He's genuinely impressed that you can make so many cute things with just some yarn. He actually loves to watch you crochet because it looks like magic, but you're not actually casting any spells.

Belphegor

Another secret hoarder, so at first you're not sure he's even getting your gifts until he wears something you made. Enjoys gloves and little pillows, but fully appreciates everything you make, even if he acts like he doesn't. Keeps them all next to his pillow on his bed.

While crocheting a blanket can take some time, if you do this for him, you can be sure that blanket will become his favorite thing in the world. He doesn't like to nap without it. If he's going to get cozy somewhere, he brings that blanket with him. He'll love any pattern you go with, but if you make one that matches his cow print pillow, he'll probably lose his mind.

Absolutely loves to wear any and all items you make for him because there is something so soft and cozy about the yarn. He might use all of them as pillows at some point. They're comfortable and they smell like you.

Belphie likes to sleep on your lap while you crochet. He'll hold the ball of yarn for you while he sleeps. He likes to snuggle up with you and he likes the steady rhythm of your body moving with each stitch you make. Please tell him whenever you're planning on sitting and crocheting for a while, MC. It's kind of his favorite thing.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[fangirltothefullest]

Okay but now what if how you designed Remus but in as many words as you want, because I'm loving these design breakdowns

HELL YEAH!

Remus to me is full of chaos but he is also the antithesis of Roman with similar qualities but a total lack of self consciousness or bashfulness. He is freedom and he gives no shits.

Inspiration 1: Mad Madam Mim

I start with a disney character full of chaos and I am inspired by mad Madam Mim because she is wild and chaotic and i absolutely love how fun she is as a villain and the most important thing for me is that Remus is fun. He's bonkers and has terrible ideas but he's also harmless in terms of reality. He's like an annoying little brother that wants to show you the Weird Gunk he found in the trash.

Inspiration 2: Snidley Whiplash (or Dick Dastardly)

Remus to me is a guy who knows a lot of things and he's actually really clever but he wants to BE a villain like Snidley Whiplash or Dick Dastardly, including the moustache. He wants to tie people to train tracks because it's fun. His personality is "I found the dynamite and the roller skates! :D"

Inspiration 3: Wile E Coyote and looney tunes as a concept

If Remus is anything it's a creature that can be stabbed in the eye and come back fine. It's a person who can make acme-like contraptions that do not work and that's ok. He is, if nothing else, Wile E Coyote and he is having the time of his life. He should therefore have hair that is a littler wild and crazy and untamable like Wile E's tail.

Inspiration 3: Royal villains

We will look at Galavant and also OUaT again!

There's nothing quite as detailed in costume as evil royal villains. They always seem to be the most extravagant or at least have all the buckles and things and Remus has an outfit just the same. Like Roman I want his royalty to show with his clothes but unlike Roman I want Remus to look way less put together. More a culmination of his clothes he chooses to wear but only because he HAS to wear something so he's going to show skin.

Particularly though the one I associate with Remus is Captain Hook from Once Upon a Time.

Inspiration 4: Captain Hook / Pirate aesthetics

Roguish, half-opened shirt, details, dressed fancy, swashbuckling. Remus would make a great pirate because he has the swagger and charm of a drunken man sailing a boat with a pet giant octopus he calls Lil Pussy.

Speaking of octopus...

Inspiration 5: Kraken and hentai

He has an octopus on his belt and he deserves tentacles for a pirate feel but also for fuckin. Cause he's a raunchy bastard. Anything taboo is something he wants to think about.

Inspiration 6: Punk aesthetic

What easier way top buck against the norms than to embrace punk vibes? Jewelry, upside-down crosses, I don't like going overboard with it but I like giving him some. Fingerless gloves, chokers with spikes, those kinds of things work well for his "I am everything your religious grandmother hates, embrace it". His outfits that aren't standard could look like he made them himself or found them in the garbage and went "awesome!"

Inspiration 7: Weapon Master

Remus likes to hit things with his mace and while Roman has his sword, I imagine Remus is an expert at weapons or at least likes to use them so even if I am going to dress him up nice I want a weapon nearby somewhere.

Things that are a must:

So many details, Remus will not leave your eyeballs alone. If you think Roman has details nope, Remus wants your eyes to bleed with them.

Remus should have longer hair than Roman, wilder bangs and wilder curls. Shorter hair is fine but a ponytail is even more fun. Like the tie holding it'll break at any moment.

Weapons galore, arm this baby at every opportunity. Likewise, scars are acceptable but it's ok if they disappear at random because chaos loves chaos.

If Remus has his main garb off he should be showing skin to the best of his abilities and his collar should drape down wider than normal because let that man be a slut.

Tentacles should be numerous when shown and they should have a mind of their own doing whatever they want.

If Roman wouldn't wear it, Remus would. If Roman wouldn't think it, Remus would, and if Roman would be disgusted, Remus would love it.

Remus should have annoying little brother vibes.

Any non-standard outfits should look like he cobbled them together with duct tape and chewing gum.

So I came to this:

[archangeldyke-all]

could you write some sevika headcanons with a disabled girlfriend that has to use crutches and/or a wheelchair?

of course!! happy disability pride month <333

disclaimer! i don't use any mobility aids so please feel free to lmk if i make any mistakes, i'll correct them asap! :)

men and minors dni

sevika would love pushing you around when you're in your chair. the intimacy of the gesture, the trust you put in her, the clear show of togetherness-- it's one of her favorite forms of pda with you honestly.

she's always looking for ways to improve your chair and crutches. if you find yourself running out of lap room? she's stitching pockets onto the back of your chair.

she watches you juggle your purse, waterbottle, and crutches? she's screwing a cupholder on the leg of one of your crutches, a coat hook on the other for you to hang your bags on.

you get callouses from pushing your chair around? she's hand stitching you a pair of custom fingerless gloves. (she'll also make a habit of kissing the callouses one at a time.)

also, if you don't mind the pizzaz-- sevika would love to bling out your aids.

(can you imagine coming home to her and jinx crouched over your crutches, both of them chatting as they paint 'em your favorite color?)

she'd be constantly buying stickers-- things she knows you like, movie characters and your favorite animals and foods and flowers-- and you guys spend evenings sitting together, pasting the stickers on the smooth surfaces of your crutches and wheelchair.

when you're not in your chair, you can bet your ass sevika's in it, trying to do wheelies or race jinx down the hall.

that being said, she'll never do anything that could cause any real damage to your aids. and she'll stand up for you if someone else tries to, too. like, if your crutches are leaning against the wall of a crowded bus while you sit-- sevika will glare at anyone who tries to move them. or, if your chair needs to be stored somewhere cramped, sevika will follow whoever's storing it to watch them the entire time, making sure they're gentle.

despite the functionality and general badass-ness of sevika's prosthetic arm, it's still a prosthetic. she still gets phantom pains, she still lacks sensitivity on her left side, and, her biggest insecurity of all-- she'll never be able to be soft with that hand again.

so sevika knows how frustrating, overwhelming, and isolating having a disability can be. and toward you, she's only ever endlessly patient, understanding, and empathetic.

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[hesbuckcompton-baby]

I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 9

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 |-| Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19

AO3

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: @mads-weasley @xxluckystrike @curaheehee @footprintsinthesxnd @dcyllom @storysimp @latibvles @love-studying58

A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while! Please enjoy some filler fluff as a reward for your patience

The January cold was a biting, painful thing, with the uncanny ability to burrow its way deep beneath any clothing, regardless of the layers everyone at Thorpe Abbotts had desperately piled on for protection. Thick, wool socks and scarves were always in order, and a few of the elderly women in the village had begun to make a pretty penny by selling them on to disgruntled pilots who had never before experienced winter outside of California.

Major Kidd had given her Egan's sheepskin jacket. Well, he less gave it to her than he did leave it in the mechanics' hut for her, but she appreciated the gesture nevertheless. The sleeves were too long, but she made do, as it was loose enough on her to fit comfortably over her work overalls. Combined with the wool tights she'd stolen from George, and the fingerless gloves she'd found at the bottom of a drawer somewhere, the weather was almost bearable. Almost.

It had snowed overnight. There was too much ice on the roads to cycle without endangering life and limb, so Frankie had been forced to commandeer a phone and summon Lemmons in one of the jeeps. The man had looked so miserable upon his arrival, that it had been impossible not to laugh. Hat tugged down past his eyebrows, scarf pulled up over his chin, his face was only half visible, and what sliver she could see was contorted in a frown. His gloves were made of bright orange wool, and she suspected the women in the village had run out of the more appealing colours by the time he sought them out. Grinning to herself, she clambered into the jeep, stomping snow off of her boots as she sat down.

"I don't like this country anymore, Frankie," Ken complained, voice muffled by his scarf.

She laughed. "Oh, sweetheart, if you think this is bad..."

He was stricken with a look of complete and utter fear, and Frankie let out a snort. "It gets worse?"

"Probably!"

This information put him in a foul mood for the rest of the drive, muttering and grumbling to himself about 'goddamn snow' and 'goddamn ice' as they pulled up to the runway, tyres gouging fresh marks into the undisturbed blanket of white. They were both left sorely wishing they had finished their work the night before when the weather had been more palatable, but there was no getting around what they had to do now.

The metal of the planes' exteriors was frozen to the touch, bare fingertips left raw and red as they worked away at replacing and tightening various bolts and rivets, breath blooming in frozen clouds in front of their faces. Every five minutes they would have to step away from whatever they were doing and run a few laps around the place just to warm themselves up, aware of what a ridiculous sight they must have made.

"Think they'll go up again tomorrow?" Ken asked, panting as he jogged on the spot behind Frankie, occasionally pausing to throw in a few star jumps.

"Not if the weather doesn't clear up - they'll need better skies than this if the navigators want to get anywhere," She shrugged, pausing halfway through tightening another bolt to jump up and down, attempting to restore feeling to her legs.

"Everyone else is in bed right now," He complained.

"Lucky bastards."

The pair must have appeared entirely absurd, chatting away with stony, irritated expressions as they stomped and jumped around entirely out of synch, and they counted themselves lucky that there wasn't a single other soul out there that morning to bear witness. A lit cigarette hung from between Frankie's lips, the embers only just succeeding in warming her face. Their cheeks and noses had both turned red after only an hour out in the cold, and by the end of their second, neither could justify staying outside any longer.

Kicking the snow off their boots, they shut themselves in the mechanics' hut, the light that hung from the ceiling swaying in the drafty breeze - the result of a ceiling gap that they were unable to locate. Turning on the gas stove that was usually only used to make terrible coffee, the pair pulled up their chairs beside it, holding their frozen hands above the small flame until feeling returned to their fingers.

"I forgot to ask you about your Christmas," Frankie huffed, rubbing her palms together, creating heat from the friction.

"That was nearly a month ago," He pointed out.

"I know. Just felt a bit bad about not asking."

"It was good, yeah. Sammy's folks had a goose, I dunno where they got it from," Lemmons chuckled, pausing for a moment. When he spoke again, there was a glimmer of something in his eye. "How was your Christmas?"

She frowned at him. "I told you before. Good."

"...Mhm."

A sudden knock at the door took them both by surprise, heads snapping towards the unexpected sound. Brows furrowed, they glanced at one another, neither one wanting to get up from their spot beside the stove. "Door's open!" Ken called.

They could hear the sound of someone awkwardly fumbling with the door handle, and Frankie was about to get up when it finally opened. Rosie had to use his foot to pry his way inside, a steaming cup of Red Cross coffee in each hand as he shuffled through, flakes of snow still resting unmelted in his hair. His face was flushed pink, and he wasn't wearing anywhere near enough clothes to protect him from the cold, snow encrusting the soles of his boots.

"Hey!" Frankie beamed, pulling up another chair for him between her and Lemmons. "Jesus, were you trying to get hypothermia?"

"Brought coffee," He said simply, voice still slightly shaky as he sat down, holding the tin mugs out to the mechanics. "And uh-" Reaching into his pocket, Rosie produced a crumpled paper bag containing a couple of doughnuts. "Don't tell Helen. Was only supposed to take one."

"Gee, thanks, Cap," Lemmons nodded gratefully, shooting Frankie a pointed stare that she pretended not to have noticed. She nodded in agreement, both hands wrapped around her cup, feeling the heat seep through the metal. The Red Cross coffee always tasted so much better than the crap they had in the mechanics' hut, and she resisted the urge to grin at the gesture, especially as she realised he had brought nothing for himself.

They drank in silence for a while, the only sound the jagged, laboured breathing of one trying to wear off a chill. "...So, uh..." Rosie began, hands folded in his lap as he looked between the others. "...Work going well?"

"Y'know, I can go somewhere else if you guys want," Ken pointed out, peering at them over the rim of his mug.

"No!" "No!" Frankie and Rosie blurted simultaneously, assuring him hurriedly. "You need to keep warm, Ken," She told him.

He had slurped down his coffee quickly, the winter cold cooling it down so that it wouldn't burn his throat. Shaking his head, he pushed his chair backwards out of the little semi-circle they had created, scraping loudly across the floor. "The fuel cans we asked for arrived yesterday, I should go pick them up before I forget."

"You sure?" Frankie asked, getting up to trail after him as he made his way to the door. "The snow'll probably start melting soon, you should wait until it's not so icy."

"No, no. Now's good," Lemmons nodded determinedly, smirking at her as he opened the door, a gust of cold wind blowing its way inside. "Thanks again for the coffee, Rosie!"

"No problem, Ken," He nodded, tipping an imaginary cap at him as the mechanic disappeared outside.

Frankie paused a moment to process what had happened before letting out a huff of laughter. Rosie was still sat beside the stove, watching with a smile as she crossed the room towards him. She leant down, and he craned his head up to meet her, their lips meeting in a quick kiss, as casual and comfortable as a long-married couple.

"He definitely knows," She pointed out, lowering herself back into her seat and propping her legs up across his lap, his elbows resting gently on them.

"Oh yeah," Rosie nodded in agreement. "Have you properly told anyone yet? Only, I haven't - I was waiting until you wanted to."

"Oh, I've only told George, she won't tell anyone. But I tell her literally everything, so y'know."

"Yeah, yeah, I expected that," He continued nodding, pausing after a moment as a stricken look of realisation crossed his face. "Wait, does that mean you told her about when we-"

"No! No, not about that, Jesus," Frankie giggled, nose creasing as she took another sip of her coffee. A smile spread across Rosie's expression as he took a moment to actually take in her appearance, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the hem of her trousers.

"... Is that Egan's jacket?"

"Mhm," She hummed, wiping her top lip as she put down her mug. "Kidd left it for me. It doesn't fit-" Frankie flapped the ends of her sleeves to illustrate the point, making him chuckle. "-but the thought was nice."

"God, I absolutely humiliated myself the first time I met Egan," Rosie shook his head slightly, his cheeks reddening. "Kept talking about flying in my goddamn skivvies, I was pretty sure he only brought me to meet you so that you two could both laugh at the weird new Captain."

She laughed, taking one of his hands in hers, absent-mindedly twiddling his fingers as she spoke. "I'm sorry, you flew in your what?"

"Jesus, I'm doing it again, this is like a recurring nightmare. It gets real hot in Texas, right, so we practised flying in our underwear to stop us from over-heating - but of course I decided that was the best possible story to introduce myself to the Majors with. I mean, Christ, I still don't know what I was thinkin'."

"Well, the first time I met him I absolutely destroyed him in a drinking contest, so he's been offered his fair share of public humiliation."

"That... does help, actually," He admitted, and she grinned, running a hand through his hair and messing up his curls as she rose to her feet. His gaze followed her, tilting his head upwards, a few loose curls hanging in his face. "Where are you going?"

"Funny thing is, I actually have this thing called a job," Frankie teased, zipping up Egan's jacket as she headed for the door. "I have to, like, do it, and everything."

"Wow, that sounds really hard, I'm so impressed," Rosie replied flatly, a smirk curling his lip.

A gust of wind blew a cloud of snowflakes in through the door as she opened it, flipping her collar up to her chin against the breeze as she stepped outside. Lemmons was waiting there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and his unexpected presence startled her, snow crunching beneath her feet as she jumped, sucking in a sharp breath.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Ken shrugged. "Thought I oughta give you a minute - didn't wanna interrupt anything private."

Frankie's eyes narrowed, glaring at him as they made their way back towards the hardstand. "Oh, shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Can you seriously look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong?"

Turning on her heel, she stared at him, their gazes locked for a long, awkward moment of silence. She gnawed at her lip, saying nothing, until suddenly she broke, scoffing as she stomped away. "Fuck you, Ken."

"Told you!"

Before he could move, she had slung an arm around his neck, forcing him into a playful headlock. Lemmons squawked, wrestling against her unrelenting grip until he dug his fingers into her side, and she released him with a yelp, their hair both dusted white with snow.

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It took three days for the weather to subside - three days of icy roads, relentless snowfall, and trying not to freeze on the hardstand. Every day like clockwork Rosie had brought the mechanics fresh, hot coffee, filling flasks with the stuff to satisfy more and more of the ground crews, who were growing steadily more irritable with each inch of snowfall. The pilots were grounded for the duration, but even the pub seemed too great of a trek under such circumstances. The only sanctuary was the small, cylindrical heaters inside the Nissen huts, and in the evenings many took to sitting around them to keep warm.

Early morning birdsong came as an unwelcome sound as Frankie's eyes peeled open, adjusting to consciousness as sunlight streamed in through the window above her bed. A gust of air hit her face as her bedsheets were ripped off of her, and she flinched as she waited for the sudden chill to grip her. But it didn't.

"George. What the fuck," She grumbled, pressing her palms against her eyelids as she sat up, hair knotted and sticking out at random angles on one side of her head.

"Get up. Snow's thawed, they'll be flying today."

The woman had a disturbing knack for always looking immaculate - golden hair falling in perfect curls, red lipstick that never smudged, and clothes that always fitted perfectly. George always told her that it was just that she put in the effort, but Frankie tended to suspect some sort of witchcraft.

"Well fuck me, in that case, why didn't you wake me up sooner?" She huffed, her hairbrush getting stuck halfway through a knotted patch. For a moment, she couldn't quite bear to deal with it, and just let it hang there, weighing down her scalp on one side.

"Thought you should get some beauty sleep before you see off your darling pilot," She teased, her voice taking on a sing-song quality. "Although admittedly, I wasn't expecting you to wake up looking like you'd been dragged sideways through a thornbush," George added, and Frankie let out a cry as she yanked on the hairbrush, dragging it forcefully through her hair until it fell straight.

"I'll drag you sideways through a bush in a minute," She muttered, rubbing at the sore spot on her scalp with one hand as she pulled on her coveralls with the other.

"I just think it took you long enough to finally snog him, you might as well try not to look like a dying cat whenever you see him."

"Oh, piss off!"

Huge meltwater puddles lined the roads on both sides, the grass reduced to muddy swampland, sodden with what remained of the snowfall. Frankie pedalled slowly, careful not to slip, calling out in greeting to the men who passed by in their jeeps, tyres kicking up water, spraying her legs and staining her trousers.

Her breaks screeched loudly to a halt as she stopped in front of a half-melted snowman on the side of the road, the last remaining evidence of the village children's play. Their laughter had filled the air since the first snowfall, the only remedy to the constant, freezing misery. The snowman's head was close to toppling off, its carrot nose drooping pathetically. She couldn't help but chuckle as one of the pebbles they had used for eyes slipped from its perch, landing with a thumb in the damp grass. She wondered if it had snowed back home, if Alice and Jill had made a snowman of their own. As a child, she'd used her mother's old scarf and gloves, the scent of perfume still lingering on them after so many years.

Another jeep rolled past, cutting it too close and too fast, a spray of puddle water splashing all the way up her back, the cold soaking through to her spine. Frankie let out a yelp, her train of thought lost as she flipped off the driver in his side mirror and began to pedal again, resuming her steady, cautious pace as the airstrip came into view.

The Riveters were gathered around their B-17 when she arrived, packs slung over their shoulders as they readied to board. Letting out a huge yawn, Frankie dismounted her bike, letting it lie on the tarmac as she approached, the uncomfortable stick of damp fabric against skin making her squirm. The moment Pappy saw her, he frowned. "D'you just get up? They've run the checks on our bus already, right?"

"Your plane's been ready to fly for days, Pap - I was out here in the snow making sure of it while you lot were warming your feet by the fire," She rolled her eyes, squeezing his shoulder as she passed.

Rosie was visibly fighting a grin as she approached, Bailey shooting him a confused look at his expression as he passed, clambering into the belly of the plane. One by one, the flight crew filed inside, hauling themselves up through the hatch in a series of grunts, until their Captain was the only one left standing on the tarmac. The moment they were alone, he let his smile show, a red tint flushing his cheeks. "Ma'am," He teased, tilting his cap at her as she approached.

Frankie smirked, stepping forward until their fronts were pressed together. "So... what number is this now?"

"Seventeenth mission," Rosie nodded.

"Hm. Not too shabby."

"Why thank you, dear," He grinned, leaning down to press his lips to hers. Just as Frankie began to reciprocate the kiss, a thought popped into his mind, and he pulled back, eliciting a tut of disappointment from her. "Y'know, I had this idea earlier that I'd bring you flowers, but it's too damn cold for 'em. Thought I'd let you know anyway, so you can appreciate the thought."

She hummed. "Duly noted," Grinning, she resumed the kiss, her teeth accidentally grazing his lip as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Hands grasping at her back, his brow furrowed at the sudden dampness, but he figured she might send him away if he ruined the kiss again. He could smell the oil on her clothes, but the scent he had once found acrid now only succeeded in reminding him of her. Even miles up in the sky, hanging perilously over enemy territory, there was something calming in that smell, a constant tether to home.

The pair had been so engrossed in their embrace, that they had failed to notice Pappy reappearing through the hatch, sent to retrieve something they had forgotten in the jeep. But the moment his feet hit the tarmac, and he took in the scene before him, he froze, releasing a sort of strangled grunt that alerted them to his presence, springing away from each other, hands raised to wipe any evidence of the other from their mouths.

Wide-eyed in a mixture of shock and horror, he spoke in angry whispers, closing the hatch most of the way to muffle the sound. "Are you kidding me?!"

Rosie held up his hands as if begging for mercy. "Look, Pappy, I was gonna tell you, it's just-"

"I owe George so much money," Pappy huffed, running a hand across his brow.

Frankie frowned. "... You what?"

"We had drinks last week, we were betting on how long it'd take for... this to happen."

She resisted the urge to laugh, noticing how Rosie seemed to be suppressing a smile. "George already knew about this last week."

His expression was horror-stricken, face growing ever-redder with every second that passed. "... Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Rosie let out a chuckle. "I think you just got scammed, Pappy."

Brow furrowed, expression contorted in fury, Pappy muttered to himself in indecipherable fury as he marched over to the jeep, retrieved his forgotten cargo, and stomped back towards the plane, pausing briefly to interrupt his incensed murmuring. "Happy for you two. Or whatever," He sighed, waving a hand in their general direction as he failed to meet their eyes.

As soon as he was safely inside the plane and out of earshot, they collapsed into laughter, his utterly outraged frown seared into their minds. Rosie wheezed as he caught his breath, "I think George is using your friendship for evil," He pointed out, succumbing to laughter again as Frankie let out a cackle.

"I am not letting her collect on that debt," She shook her head, face flushed red, cheeks creased with a smile. Frankie looked up as she felt his hands against her face, palms cupping his cheeks as he brought her face to his, their foreheads simply resting against each other's as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I will see you later," He spoke softly, the tip of his nose brushing against hers.

"Yeah, you better," She reached up, straightening his tie. "I'll be really pissed off otherwise."

"And we can't have that."

"Nope."

With one last smile, Rosie pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, and Frankie scoffed as he pulled away, wiping her face with the back of her hand. He smirked to himself as he climbed up into the plane, arms burning with the weight of his body as he hauled himself up through the hatch. Navigating his way through to the cockpit with ease, he slid into the pilot's seat, feeling Pappy's gaze burning into the side of his skull.

"...Yes Pappy?" He asked after a moment of silence, his co-pilot shaking his head side to side, never retracting his penetrating stare.

"I fuckin' knew it."

[starfruitgalaxy]

The thing that sucks about wanting to be forcefemmed as a trans woman is that there is the argument that it’s just consensual fem.

And I’m not going to dispute that. Kind of sucks though because even though I’ve come out as trans for multiple years I still haven’t taken any other major steps aside from meds

I haven’t really done makeup ever but I’m trying to get into it now. And I’ll be honest it makes me feel so much better not seeing my boring face but my face that is shaved and made cute.

Little foundation, little contour, little blush, eyeshadow, mascara, and strawberry red lipstick makes me feel so much better

I got thigh highs somewhere but I don’t really wear them often, though they help me feel better because I can ignore the fact that my legs are unshaved because I don’t have the attention to take care of them.

The same story goes for my arms, I just got some fingerless glove arm warmers and they make me feel less dysphoric putting them on.

All those things together I feel a little better about myself, but I still put on shorts and tshirts on all the time, maybe a bra when I’m in public, but not really enough dresses or stuff beyond that so I can get a bit dysphoric, a fish out of water

It would just be really nice if I went to a gay bar or a friendly party something and a cute trans girl brings me over her place and hypnotizes me and the next time I come to I’m just her pretty princess and I can’t even deny it because any words I would use to put myself down have been flushed out of my vocabulary and so I’m just stammering my words and blushing and melting and shutting down as I finally accept the fact that I’m a really cute, submissive girl now

What was I saying again?

[igotanidea]

Retaliation: Jason Todd x plus-size!fem! reader

“You should not be staying here alone.”

“Hm?” Y/N was more focused on the chocolate pudding in front of her than the words her boyfriend shot her direction.

“You should not be staying here alone” he repeated rolling his eyes at her obliviousness.

“I’m not alone.” she licked the spoon before continuing “Alfred is here. Besides, I believe that Wayne manor has all sort of crazy technology protection measures, right? Some of them of my invention?”

“Still, I don’t like the idea…..”

“Come on, Jace.” She took a step forward, dessert in her hand. No matter what she was not willingly giving up on her piece of sweet “it’s not the first time and most definitely not the last. Why are you getting paranoid now?”

“Not sure…. Maybe it’s the instinct.”

“Maybe it’s the urge to avoid patrol with Grayson.” She smirked

“I’ll ditch him within ten seconds from the start of it and you know it. I think it’s rather the urge to not leave you alone with that chocolate thing.”

“Get the hell away from my pudding!” she yelled and rushed through the door to save herself from Jason’s greedy hands .

***

It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to stay at the manor for the night. Sometimes, she was accompanying Oracle in the batcave, some other working on her tech stuff, but still she was present there. This time however, she needed peace. Of course it was hard to focus on anything while Jason was out in the field, going full crazy with his guns and stuff, getting himself in danger, but Y/N had to force herself to try and get some rest. So instead of staying in the four walls, she decided to take a bit of fresh air. If you can even talk about fresh air in Gotham City. Still, grabbing her jacket and a pair of favorite fingerless gloves she sneaked a peek into the kitchen when Alfred was busy baking.

“Alfred.”

“Miss Y/n”  the butler turned around from the counter and smiled at her. “Going somewhere?”

“Just gotta clear my mind. A lot has been going on lately.”

“Surely it did. But please, don’t be long. I may need help with preparations.”

“The feast for our fearless protectors?” the girl smiled wildly, a chuckle escaping her mouth.

“that’s one way to describe them.” Alfred smiled back lightly

“ Are you preparing your cookies?”

“I do.”

“Then I will be back in a heartbeat. That’s the only way to ensure I will get at least one of it.”

***

She did not come back in a heartbeat. She did not come back in an hour and after that time Alfred became a bit worried. Trying to keep calm he went down to the batcave to consult with Barbara, who being herself, immediately took the action, searching long and wide for any sign of Y/n. The thing she found was far from good news.

***

"Who the hell is she?"

"I don't really know. She was in the manor so....."

"You idiot!" the first man smacked the first one on the head "Were you thinking at all?!"

"Relax, Denver, maybe we can actually benefit from it. If she was at the manor she probably has some value to Wayne or one of his sons...."

"Denver ?" Y/N couldn’t help a single laugh despite the bag on her head blocking her vision and the fact that situation was far from funny "Have you guys been watching Money Heist much?"

"You shut up or I'll help you" with a single harsh move her vision was back and she squinted trying to prevent eyes from the light.

"Let me guess" her gaze focused on the man in front of her. "If you're Denver, since you really act like the most impulsive one, than he "she motioned towards the man by the wall "must be Marseille, the intermediary between you two" . And you....." she looked at he one acting like the leader of the group "let me guess, you're Berlin? Or did you go straight for the name of Professor?"

"You talk a lot for someone who's just been captured....." the leader took a few steps forward "But you're good, I'll give you that. I go by Berlin, indeed. Now, let's see the pretty face Marseille got for us.... Oh, fuck....." the sudden change of tone and unexpected word got his accomplices on high alert.

"What happened boss?" the man who called himself Denver stuttered.

"Do you know who she is? Do you freaking now who that fucking one is? You've captured Red Hood's girl!"

"Wait.... How do you know....?" Y/N stuttered

"We got our ways, sunshine. Now, this is not going to be nice for you....." he smirked reaching for the knife resting on the nearby table and his wild face expression made Y/N shiver.

Oh, no.......

***

“Red?”  getting in touch with Jason to drop the news to him was far from the preferred way to spend the night, but Babs really had no choice in the matter if she wanted to save her friend. 

“Kinda busy here, Oracle.”

“this is rather important.”

“Everything is rather important. I can’t really do three things at once. You got four vigilantes running loose so why don’t you…..”

“It’s about Y/n.” she specified. Time was of the essence in this case so she was trying to use as little words as possible only to get Jason going. Of course that informing any other member of the family was an option, but eventually Red Hood would find out what happened and flatten everyone and everything for not letting him know first. After all, Y/N was his girlfriend. No one else’s. And it wasn;t like he was underlying it proudly at every time possible.

“What about her?” for a moment the only sound echoing through the comms were bangs and some screams, clear sign that a single mention of her name and possibility of her being in danger got his mind spinning and his action more violent.  And then Jason came back “What happened?” 

***

It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

The guys who captured her were surely not the ones to joke around and make empty promises. Once they realized who she was they tried everything to get her to talk and spill Red’s secret identity. Not that she was going to talk of course, but the price to pay for silence was extremely hard.

“Damn it, you bitch!” Denver yelled and punch her straight in the face, hitting an eye and she could feel the bruise forming. “You better talk right now or….”

“Denver.” Berlin spoke calmly “Please, the girl is our guest. Is that how you treat your guests? I don’t really think so. “ he took a step towards her, grabbing her swollen face in his hand and making her look at him “it would be a shame to mutilate such pretty face…..”

“Screw you” she spat but it only made the man laugh

“You see, gentlemen. This little one has to be taught some manners. It’s a shame Joker is not in town tonight, he would show you the real meaning behind the words “big mouth.”

“Screw you ….” She repeated, but this time it came out weaker. Maybe it was because of the fact that for whatever seemed like an eternity now she was tortured with the use of every tool and every method possible. She was tied to the chair, her hands bind behind her, wrist swollen and purple because of the cut of the blood supply. She had sprained ankle which hurt like hell and many deep cuts on her legs which allowed the blood to drip freely making her feel hazy and dizzy. She also had countless bruises all over her arms and possibly dislocated shoulder. And now, also a black eye. Her head was hanging low and she was losing all the motivation to fight, not that she was going to show it to them.

“You are so stubborn, aren’t you? why don’t we start again then?” Berlin reached towards the table and grabbed something that looked like  giant nail clippers “Step by step. First, you tell me who is the Red Hood. Then I’d like to know about the Nightwing. And last, but not least, Batman.”

“There is clearly something wrong with your priorities” the sudden hit in the chest made her cough and much to her terror she saw some blood coming from her mouth.

“every time you refuse to cooperate I will pull one of your fingernails.” Berlin moved closer to the chair and twisted her arm painfully, placing her finger between the claws.

“He’s going to get to you, you know…..” she whispered “he’ll find you and then…..”

“Then what, sunshine?” Marseille, silent until now joint the discussion pulling her head back and squeezing her already hurt neck, putting another knife to it. “You still think he can save you? You watch to many movies….”

“What good will it come to you if you kill me?” she panted, her heartrate picking up significantly “you still won’t know who he is underneath that mask. You’ll be left in the dark, so what is the whole point of….Auch!”

“You still don’t get it, doll, do you? We’re just sending a signal here. You see, your loverboy interfered with some of our business and let me tell you, there were consequences for us. Not the kind you like. So this…” Marseille motioned towards her broken figure “is just a collateral damage. You are a collateral damage. A lucky coincidence we captured you since it was not planned. But it will get to Hood. And when he comes….” He laughed viciously “we’ll be ready.”

“Screw…..”

“You said that before and it got you nowhere, sweetheart. Again then. Who is Red Hood?” once again the clipper got really close to her finger and Y/N gulped loudly.

“Why don’t you just ask the object of your interest?” familiar, yet modulated by the helm voice reverberated from the right upper corner of the barn the men were keeping Y/n.

“Look who decided to drop by.” Berlin smiled wildly, especially when he noticed the gun pointed at him. “now, now, Red. We all know you are way past your killing days, don’t you.”

“I can make exceptions” Jason’s gaze travelled towards Y/N who was now almost unconscious on that fucking chair, blooded, bruised, exhausted, tortured.  And still with Marseille’s knife at her throat. Jason had to be extremely careful now.

“You want to add to your girl’s trauma? Poor thing has been through so much….. Believe me, we have very vivid imagination when it comes to retaliation.”

“I can assure you, it could never compare to mine.” Jason took a step forward, now almost having the gun at Berlin’s forehead “Easy, Hood. One wrong move and Marseille’s going to cut her throat without any inhibitions. “

“What do you want?” Jay’s voice broke slightly

“Take off your mask and expose yourself or… you know” Berlin made a very unambiguous gesture. “You can’t win this round, you know it. There are three against one, even you are not that good.”

“I’ve dealt with worse….”

“But not when the life of someone you love was at stake.”

Jason hesitated. He could easily take all of the men down, but could he be fast enough to save her as well? He knew Marseille, that one was a devil in disguise, the most unpredictable opponent, never acting like he was expected to. Once again, his gaze travelled to Y/N and his heart clenched. For a while her consciousness was back and he looked him straight into the eyes, her own filled with tears, fear and so much pain. She shook her head slowly, silent begging for him to not surrender for her sake, but Marseille pulled her by the hair and she stopped. It was the moment Jason could not take it anymore. His brain stopped functioning. Let them know who he was. Let them. If it means that Y/n would be kept safe he would go for it.

“Fine….” He muttered reaching up to remove the helmet.

“No! No, don’t, please, please!” Y/n yelled and the second that voice came from her things happened too fast to comprehend.

Nightwing and Red Robin came out of nowhere, heading straight towards Marseille who immediately yanked Y/N up using her as a shield.  At the same time Robin went at Berlin from behind, tackling him to the ground. In such circumstances Jason fired a single shot into Denver’s leg eliminating him from the equation for good. However, the other two were not so easy to give up. Berlin got up from the floor and attacked Jason, showing unusual fighting skills, which were a bit surprising yet still not sufficient to beat Red Hood. It only took a couple seconds when he was back on the ground being beaten to death by the anti-hero.

“You hurt her!” he yelled “You should die for that!” at this point Jason did not care where his punches and kicks landed. In all his blind fury, the only image behind his eyes was Y/N, broken, scared, injured…. This only fueled his rage and made the motions more violent and powerful. He was so oblivious of what was happening that it took Dick’s interference to bring him back to reality.

“Hood!” he yelled

“Fuck off, Grayson!”

“She needs you!”

Those three little words worked like a magic spell. Jason immediately dropped unconscious Berlin, whose face was now more like a bloody pulp than anything else and looked about. Marseille was down as well, now getting tied up by Damian and a few meters further he noticed Y/N’s limp body, her head resting on Tim’s lap. The boy stood up abruptly, pushing away Dick and fall on his knees next to her, slowly and gently getting her in his arms, careful not to cause any more damage. It only took him a second to notice the deep cut on her throat and a pool of blood. Her blood.

“y/n…. no, no, no, no….” Without hesitation he took the cape Tim handed him and was trying to use it to block the bleeding “Baby, please, stay with me….Please” he sobbed noticing her breath getting more and more shallow.

“Jay….” She stuttered reaching for his cheek and cupping it gently, her hand so limp when he put his own bigger over hers. Limp and cold and pale just like her whole face.

“hush, baby. Save your strength. Just hold on to me, all right? It’s gonna be all right. You’re gonna be alright. Just don’t let go….” His grip on her grew stronger and stronger while she was becoming more pale and weak and started coughing.

“I’m….. I’m sorry…. Jay…..” she closed her eyes and took a desperate breath “I…. I love you…..”

“No, no, no, no! Don’t you dare dying on me! You hear me? I forbid you!” his hands were stained with her blood. A stain he knew he could never clean, no matter how hard he would try.

“Bossing me…. around…. Huh?”

‘I know you like it when I do that…” he brushed a strand of hair from her bloody face and rested his forehead on hers, closing eyes in silent desperation. Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me.

“And yet, I never….. “ she coughed “never listened”

“Make an exception this time” he pleaded, tears falling from his eyes. “I can’t lose you…. Y/N, baby…..”

“Jay…” she whispered, eyes blurry, losing contact with reality. All the light that her gaze usually held slowly dying with each faint heartbeat. If only he could ......

"Jason...."

“I told you to fuck off Dickhead!” he spat at his brother, not caring what the oldest had to say at the moment.

“The help is here” Dick motioned towards the paramedics rushing through the warehouse door. “Come on, let them work, it’s not too late….. Jay?”

 The view of big, scary Red Hood kneeling next to the girl who was the love of his live, holding her close to his chest, while sobbing, rocking back and forth and repeatedly kissing her forehead muttering some incoherent words was heartbreaking for everyone. And there was nothing either of the boys could do.

“Miracles like this don’t happen…..” Jason sobbed while Y/N’s body was practically ripped off his embrace by paramedics and put into the ambulance, while his brothers held him back, preventing from beating the medics. “I lost her….. I lost Y/n…..”

Possible part 2 - let me know if you want another part of angst, mourning and heartache.

@jasontoddsthickbabe

[phanyaoi]

Dalien remake (+Nuki)

face close up. gave them the most emo haircut i could find, because i hate the games weird fringe and i refuse to make them into an e-boy. also gave it more colour. they have black eyeliner/eyeshadow and sorry my acne textures suck lol T-T kept the ginger eyebrows.

Everyday outfit

i fucking hate the grey pants so i gave them some skinnier jeans. the top wasnt that bad, but i added fingerless gloves.

2. Formal outfit

actually not bad, but idk why the pants were grey again. so they wear this shirt in the 2nd outfit, but i made them a more official one here. i have a swatch somewhere that changes the shirt color but i lost it<3

3. Athletic outfit

theyre a cheerleader, but dnp gave them the hoodie, shorts and socks so i gave them all that. but idk they looks comfortable to me idc.

4. Sleep outfit

they randomised it and its fucking terrible. but their previous outfit was actually decent so i was basing off of that. enjoy the mcr tanktop and black bunny slippers ig

5. Party outfit

i feel like this is not like Dalien at all!! so i gave them just stronger makeup and some emo accessories and well ig thats it. also i think like tabitha would help them with the makeup?

6. Swimwear

okay dan, i get that "goths hate the sun" but ffs. okay they want to be covered up a bit, so here are the long swimshorts and a top, but thats it.

7. Hot weather outfit

the dress was fine (they would steal it from tabitha >:^)), just give them some normal shoes and accessories that wont make them burn in the sun.

8. Cold weather outfit

gave them a winter hat and ig if dnp wanted a jacket like that in the party outfit, then let them have it lol

i did not change their alien skin outfits, but if anyones curious here it is:

also in addition here is Nuki<3

[deityoftherain]

from different worlds - Codfather Jimmy & LimL!Scott

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Gen, M/M (leans more Gen)

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,599

Summary: Codfather Jimmy wakes up on an afterlife version of the Coral Isles and meets a post Limited Life Scott.

This fanfic is based on fanart drawn by @tenoart on Tumblr!

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Jimmy was in Codland one moment, but, next thing he knew, he was somewhere unfamiliar to him. It seemed to be an island of sorts, for Jimmy could see the beachy areas off in the distance. Sand was usually found next to water, but he was unsure where the water started and the sky ended. It was too dark and too cloudy to tell.

The soft sound of wet grass sounded underneath his shoes and fireflies happily buzzed around him. Jimmy wandered around, taking his time as he appreciated the variety of tropical flowers and the clean air.

While it was beautiful, it wasn’t like any empire he ever knew or any biome he had visited personally. The closest to it may be his swamp, but Jimmy knew Codland like the back of his hand and he didn’t recognize this place. 

Perhaps it was someplace secluded within his sister’s territory? Jimmy couldn’t recall The Ocean Empire having islands like this, but he could be wrong. He furrowed his eyebrows and swooshed his tail as he further observed where he was.

“Who are you?” a voice from behind him demanded as what felt like a sword prodded him from behind. “How did you get here?”

Jimmy tensed his muscles, anxiety gripping his chest. He caught his breath, slowly raising his arms up to show that he didn’t mean any harm. “I am Jimmy the, uh, also called The Codfather or Codfather Jimmy. I’m from Codland.”

There was a moment of silence before the voice ordered, “Turn around.” He obeyed, spinning on his heel to face the other person. Jimmy’s eyes landed upon someone who vaguely reminded him of Sovereign Scott, Emperor of Rivendell. It wasn’t him, though. This person was like him; they weren’t an elf. They had red fins on the side of their head with purplish pinkish scales on his shoulders, under his red eyes, and likely other places, much like what Jimmy had. The other merfolk’s top was also red with cut outs allowing his shoulders to be exposed. His hair was long and braided off to the side, reaching past his waist. It was mostly blue, but a red streak ran from his bangs and spiraled down the braid.

Jimmy had similar features, but his were more brownish green toned. He also exposed his shoulder scales, but he had a black, sleeveless top paired with a white armband on instead. Jimmy’s hands were more clawlike though, only sporting three “fingers”, and he wore a pair of fingerless gloves. The stranger had five fingers with sharp nails. 

So, yes, they were similar, but they were clearly not the same. Perhaps wherever he was currently was actually near The Ocean Empire? The person standing in front of him didn’t look like one of the axolotl hybrids typical of Lizzie’s empire, though.

With his hands still up, Jimmy brushed some of his long, blonde hair out of his face. They just stared at each other while the stranger’s eyes wandered Jimmy’s body like he was trying to assess his threat level. “Can I put my arms down? They’re getting tired.”

He nodded, giving him permission as he slowly lowered the sword. He tucked the sword away in his inventory before talking once more. “How are you here, Ji- Codfather? I don’t recognize you. I thought I was here alone.”

Jimmy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around briefly before locking eyes with the stranger once more. “I’m not sure. I sort of just woke up here. What’s your name?”

“Scott,” he answered after a moment of hesitation. “Scott from the Coral Isles, I guess?”

“Is that where we are now? The Coral Isles?” Jimmy questioned. The stranger’s name hit him a second later. “Wait, Scott? I know a Scott too! He’s not… as fishy as we are though.”

“It’s a version of it, yes. It’s much bigger than the one I had before, which is nice.” Scott let out a bitter laugh, a smile briefly appearing on his lips. “I know a Jimmy too, you know. He’s also not very fishy. He’s part of The Bad Boys- or, he was. Limited Life ended, so I’m here, sort of in limbo until the next death game starts. The others are off in their own limbo worlds. I would be here with Martyn, since he was my fellow Mean Gill, my teammate, but he won, so he’s probably- why am I telling you this?”

“Because you’re lonely?” Jimmy guessed, curiosity starting to eat at him. Bad Boys? Limited Life? Death game? What did all of that mean? “And you need someone to talk to? If you don’t know how to send me back, we could just talk for a bit?” “We’re really not from the same world, are we?” Scott’s voice was low in a mutter. Jimmy wasn’t sure if Scott meant for him to hear it. Still, he waited until Scott raised his voice to regular volume again. “Sure, why not? I don’t have anything better to do.”

Scott jutted his head vaguely to the side before walking further in-land. Jimmy’s green ear fins flicked around excitedly as he bounced after him. The moon was high in the sky above them with stars and dark clouds adding depth to the night sky using shades of white, silver, and gray.

It didn’t take long for them to reach a particularly comfortable looking patch of grass and sit down. As they sat down on the ground, Jimmy couldn’t help but close his eyes as the cool winds of the night hit his face and lightly lifted his hair. It was quiet and peaceful here as opposed to the loud Codlands. Don’t get him wrong, he loved the energy and spirit his fellow Codlanders had, but sometimes the calm was needed.

“What’s your Scott like?” his new friend (Jimmy chose to be optimistic) inquired, tilting his head slightly.

A light blush graced his cheeks and the ends of his lips twitched up as he thought about the elven emperor. “Well, he’s the sovereign of an empire located high up in the snowy mountains called Rivendell. He acts fairly closed off, composed, and formal, making you think he’s unfriendly, but he really isn’t. When you get him to open up, he can get fairly talkative! My Scott is very charismatic and good with his words. He likes to tease and joke around, and he’s always able to get me to smile after Fwhip or Sausage push me around. He’s just… he’s amazing.” “You really like him, don’t you?” Scott looked up at him through his eyelashes. He had started taking the nearby flowers to create flower crowns so his head was tilted down to look at them. 

Even though it was unintentional, Jimmy found it unnecessarily attractive and his face flushed. This Scott reminded him of his Scott more than he initially thought. He shoved his hands between his criss crossed legs and stiffened his arms straight. “Y-yeah. I do. What’s your Jimmy like?”

Scott snorted as if the question personally offended him. “Loud, obnoxious, and full of himself. He thinks he’s all cool and badass just because he wears a leather jacket and dark sunglasses.”

Jimmy blinked at him rapidly, put off by the irritation radiating off of Scott. What does one say to that? “Oh.” The tension released from Scott’s shoulders as he completed the flower crown. He has weaved it together fairly quickly, likely experienced in the craft. Scott set it aside before starting to build another one. “We used to be something special to each other several games ago, but he’s decided he doesn’t want anything to do with me. I understand that we change each game– I wasn’t always fishy, for example– but I still wish to be friendly with him.”

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy sympathized. He wished he knew what was going on in this other Jimmy’s head. If this Scott was anything like his Scott, this other Jimmy was missing out on an amazing person.

“Why?” Scott furrowed his eyebrows. “You aren’t him.”

“Still.” Jimmy shrugged. “It doesn’t sound fun. I would be upset if someone decided they didn’t like me anymore too.” Scott hummed noncommittally as a response, setting another flower crown to the side. “So you and your Scott get along then?”

“Mhm, we do,” Jimmy confirmed before changing the subject. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk about his own life, but he was more interested in Scott from the Coral Isles. “Would you want to talk about it? The death games?”

Scott flicked his tail idly in consideration as he set another flower crown aside. “I suppose I could. Do you know anything about them?” “Not anything more than what you said,” Jimmy answered honestly. “Back where I’m from, we don’t have death games. We have wars and battles sometimes, sure, but we have respawns. They’re painful and they’re limited, so we try not to die and use them unless we have to.”

“We have a limited amount of respawns too.” Scott turned his arm over to show what looked to be a tattoo spanning the entirety of his inner forearm, reading off “⩇⩇:⩇⩇:⩇⩇” in bright red ink. “Ours was more determined by how much time we had left on the clock. We started the game with twenty-four hours on the clock and it counted down the entire time, only stopping for the few breaks provided. Every time we died, we would lose an hour. Every time we killed someone else, we would gain thirty minutes.”

“Is the tattoo the clock you’re referring to?” Jimmy looked down at his own forearm which was number free before looking at Scott’s forearm again. “Is that why the games are called Limited Life?”

“Yes, we all had them. Martyn, my Jimmy, the other Bad Boys, Team T.I.E.S., the Clockers, the Noisy Neighbors, all of us.” Scott ran his finger against the red zeros back and forth before pressing his hand against as much of it as he could. “This function was specific to this game. The other games are sort of fuzzy now, but they were called other things with different ways our lives are measured. We live, we kill, and then we die. It’s all a sick game as we try to keep ourselves and our team alive as long as possible.”

Jimmy tried to keep his horrified expression off of his face, not being able to imagine how one could talk about that sort of trauma so casually. He’s faced plenty of hardships, yes, but their tragic, brutal deaths seemed inevitable.

“You don’t have to look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Scott snickered, more amused than Jimmy would have predicted. “Well, I suppose I am a ghost, of sorts. I am dead for now. I’ll live again to play another game so don’t feel too sorry for me. I don’t need your pity. I'd rather play and live for the fun moments during it than spend eternity alone like this. Like I was before you came.”

Jimmy thought the Coral Isles were quite lovely, but he could see how it would get lonely after some time. “You said that someone else was supposed to be joining you?” Scott sighed loudly, shifting from his sitting position to lay on his stomach. He supported the majority of his head’s weight with his right arm, but he also rested his chin on Jimmy’s knee. Jimmy wasn’t bothered by it so he didn’t ask him to move. “Yes, I had a two person team this time around. Martyn and I were the Mean Gills, thinking it was a fun play on words since we were living over the ocean together on an island I created. I grew more and more fishy as the hours passed, and each time I died. Martyn also started to have changes, but he grew coral from his skin. He learned to swim better, could see underwater without irritating his eyes, and could breath longer than normal.”

Jimmy blinked at him as he tried to conceptualize the concept. He wasn’t used to respawns causing that sort of effect. He’s been a cod hybrid for as long as he could remember, the only things changing were related to him growing older.

“We call them ‘lore traits’ and they can be useful, but often, they aren’t or the effect is more neutral,” Scott grumbled. “They tend to stick around in usually minor ways as well! Like, during the last game, in Double Life, I was soulbound to Pearl. I don’t take her damage anymore, but I get this gut feeling that she’s hurting, and I temporarily but less severely experience respawn when she does. It gets so bad sometimes that I’ll have to go track her down and help her recover so the sensation will go away.”

Jimmy was extremely intrigued by everything Scott was telling him, so he continued to listen as Scott rambled and complained about the series of games he went to. They fell into a natural rhythm, exchanging questions and answering as honestly as they could. Being this open was strange, sure, but they were also from different worlds. Nothing they said to each other would affect them when they left this place and left each other. Besides, despite the strange scenarios and worlds they came from, they were still familiar. They were still Scott and Jimmy.

This Scott had traits and mannerisms Jimmy had observed in his Scott. Based on some of the comments and facial expressions Scott has expressed, Jimmy knew that he also resembled this other Jimmy as well.

Eventually the sun rose, painting the sky with beautiful shades of pink, orange, and yellow. They watched the sun rise together as sleep pulled at their eyelids. Jimmy felt content here, okay with the bizarre circumstance the gods have given him.

Scott trailed off from his words and went quiet not too long ago now. Soft snores and deep breathing informed Jimmy that he had slipped into sleep, prompting Jimmy to follow right after him. He was out like a blown out candle the moment he allowed himself to surrender to unconsciousness.

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Jimmy’s eyes fluttered open as he awoke. He had expected to see the sky far above the Coral Isles, but, instead, he was greeted by a wooden roof typical of Codland. Jimmy propped himself up with his arms as he surveyed the room.

The room was his bedroom, everything exactly how he left it. Jimmy squinted his eyes, putting a hand to comb his fingers through his long, blonde hair. He was able to do so, but his hand brushed against some bandages wrapped around his head.

What had happened? Had his night with this other Scott a blunt trauma induced dream?

Jimmy had thought that with a tinge of disappointment until his hand came across the natural softness of a flower’s petals. He gently removed the flower crown from his head, not wanting to damage it. Jimmy recognized the flowers and the order they were woven in from the many flower crowns Scott had constructed the night before. 

The flower crown was made of red poppies and various tulips, woven together with care and skill. Jimmy smiled warmly down at it, holding the flower crown to his chest. He wasn’t sure why he had visited where Scott was in limbo as he slept, but he was glad he had. Jimmy valued the time they spent talking judgment free and with equal respect, and he would remember it for as long as he lived.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Darling

But then you felt him move beside you; not away, but closer. Hope overshadowed doubt and you lifted your eyes...

Cobb Vanth x fem!virgin!reader | 3.3k words

Content: spice [18+ only], virginity, kissing, caressing/fondling, soft and slow, PIV, water, verbal consent, friends to lovers

From this request about reader asking their best friend to be their first. Start there for context or check out other character options.

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

As Cobb's warm gaze met yours, looking down at you with so much care, and perhaps just a little bit of amusement, you swallowed down the last of your misgivings. You'd said it yourself; you trusted Cobb. Of course he wouldn't reject you or think less of you or in any other way make this awkward.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low but earnest. "Is that really something you want?"

You nodded your head, at a sudden loss for words.

"With me?" he pressed, scooting even closer, as if he needed to see the truth in the whites of your eyes.

"O-only if you want to," you stammered out. "I don't want you to feel pressured, or, or, uncomfortable..."

He cut you off by taking hold of your hands. His were wrapped in fingerless gloves. The coarse texture of the gloves pressed into your hands, giving an odd sense of comfort, while the coolness of the skin from the tips of his fingers sent a jolt of nerves through you as they lightly rested by your wrists.

"I feel honored," he said with a small smile. "I had no idea you were still a virgin. And knowing that now, I want make sure your first time is spent with someone who truly cares about you. You deserve that."

He let go of one of your hands to bring his up to your face, cupping the side of it and rubbing a gentle line across your cheek with his thumb. Your heart seemed to grow more forceful against your chest with each thump. Was this really happening?

"Are you ready now, or did you want some time to..." he started to say, but you quickly shook your head.

"No, I don't want to wait any more."

Cobb's face broke into a grin as he chuckled. "Ah, that's right, you're tired of waiting. Of course."

You couldn't help but join in the laughter and it helped settle some of your nerves.

"Okay, we'll take it slow," he said, already starting to lean in closer. "Anything you don't want to do, anything that doesn't feel good, you let me know, okay?"

You nodded.

"Out loud," he said softly with a smile. He'd stopped moving and was still looking at you for an answer.

You swallowed the last of your nerves and gave him verbal assurance. "Okay."

He smirked, satisfied, and then closed the gap between your faces. His lips were so incredibly gentle on yours, pressing just enough to be felt but not demanding more. The whiskers of his beard tickled your chin. He lingered for a moment and then pulled away.

"Was that your first kiss, too?" he asked, his warm breath fanning against your lips as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered open; you didn't even remember closing them, too focused on what it felt like to have him kiss you.

"Yes," you breathed, closing your eyes in anticipation of the next kiss. If you'd kept them open, you would've seen the small, proud smirk Cobb wore right before he kissed you again.

The second press of his lips was a little firmer, and his hand came up to cup around your jaw and hold you in place. After a few suckling movements between you, he took advantage of your opening mouth to slip in his tongue. The sensation took you by surprise at first, and then quickly became so exciting and pleasurable that you let out a little moan.

Cobb chuckled and withdrew, still holding your jaw. You were flushed, both from the heat of the moment and your embarrassing noise. Though Cobb was certainly more amused by it than you.

"Having fun?" he breathed out a laugh.

You could only look up at him sheepishly. All the confidence you'd had earlier as you asked him for this had vanished somewhere in between his kisses.

"Here, why don't you lay down. Get more comfortable." He quickly tried to move you past your shyness and patted the dock behind you. It didn't look comfortable, but you trusted his guidance and shifted to lie down. It actually felt nice to stretch out your back; you hadn't realized how strained your muscles had become from the day's more harrowing moments.

"Comfortable?" Cobb asked as he stretched out next to you, leaning over your frame just enough to be able to reach for the next round of kisses.

You nodded. But he didn't immediately kiss you. He ran a hand up and down your side, over your clothing. Never groping or playing, just exploring. He looked at you again.

"Is this okay?"

You nodded again, and just in the knick of time remembered your were supposed to voice your consent aloud. "Yes."

Then he leaned in, and for a while that's all you did. Make out and caress. It didn't take long for your own hands to start roaming across his body as well. It was a nice moment, but after a while it felt too safe. Too slow.

"Cobb..." you managed to get out. He only hummed and moved his lips toward your jaw. "You do remember I was hoping to get to more than second base, right?"

He laughed, louder than his previous breathy chuckles. You could never be upset with him like this. He always had such a good humor about things. If you weren't careful, you'd start yearning for something more within this experience.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said as he pulled away to get a proper look at you. He tenderly brushed some hair off of your neck. "I'm trying to work you up to that. Part of the fun is getting there."

You weren't sure what look you were holding on your face that caused him to laugh again. He dipped down to give you a few quick pecks and then starting sitting up.

"Come on."

He held out his hands. You took them hesitantly and he helped hoist you to your feet alongside him. Then he brought his fingertips to brush along your collarbone, just above the shirt you wore.

"May I?" he asked, his voice returning into something low and sultry. You weren't sure what, exactly, he was asking. He hummed. "Me first, then."

He took your hands and moved them toward the hem of his shirt. Now you were catching on. Your breath hitched as you took hold of the fabric and started to lift it over his head. This was not the first time you'd seen your friend topless. He often took quick dips in the public pool or hosed himself off in the showers after a long day's work. Sometimes you'd join him, keeping your own top on. But those moments had been purely practical, a way to cleanse off sweat and grime and nothing more. Now you were seeing him bared before you in a different way. It sent chills down your spine.

You hesitantly reached out to touch him, to smooth your palms along the expanse of his chest. He leaned down and gave you another kiss in response.

You quickly took the lead in getting the rest of his clothes off. One by one, you discarded each item onto the deck below. His gloves, his boots, his pants... You hesitated with the last item, having noticed a very prominent bulge against the fabric and suddenly feeling all excited and nervous again.

"Allow me," he said, taking over and sliding the briefs down past his thighs and kicking them off his ankles. There he was... fully, completely, and unabashedly exposed in front of you. The moonlight was bouncing off the water behind him and creating a sort of glow around his slender frame. His hips were so narrow. That was a detail you'd picked out a long time ago. And now without any belts or clothing to obscure it, he looked leaner than ever. A trail of silver fuzz led down his navel to the sight demanding your attention. He wasn't fully hard yet, but there was enough to give you an idea what you'd be dealing with. The only thing you could think at first was that he was a man.

And then you found yourself fighting against the urge to look away. The reminder that this was your friend was a powerful one, one you didn't quite know how to handle just yet. You'd asked him for this. He'd consented. It was okay. And yet, you still feared you had no right to see him like this. 

Cobb stepped forward, bringing your confusing feelings back into focus.

"Are you ready for your turn?" he asked, gently laying his now bare hands on your upper arms.

"Yes," you decided.

While you hadn't exactly rushed to undress him, you also hadn't taken as much time as he was now in undressing you. He slowly slid your shirt up your torso, and as soon as it cleared your head, he was caressing and kissing some of the newly exposed skin along your stomach and arms. Then he crouched to do the same with your shoes and pants, taking his time in getting each article off, and then taking some more time to run his hands along your thighs and to kiss along the insides of your knees. The whole thing was very exhilarating, and you were starting to see what he meant by working you up to greater things. There was a warmth in your gut, a wetness starting pool in your panties. Even in your limited knowledge of such things, you knew they were signs of your body preparing for more.

He took off your panties next, while he was still kneeling, but did not spend time kissing that area. He'd come back to that later. He stood and worked on the last piece left on you, your bra. This is where he ended up spending the most time. Each strap slid off one at a time and his mouth descended on the sensitive skin along your collarbone after each one. Then he unhooked the back and let the thing fall unceremoniously. For the first time, you could see his eyes filled with something other than care for your wellbeing. He was lusting after you.

"You really are beautiful, you know," he whispered.

You could tell he was holding himself back. He may have been doing this for you, but who were you to deny him some pleasure for himself?

"Please," you whispered back. "Keep touching me."

With permission he dove in, cupping your breasts and kissing and licking all around them. He was much more hurried now, and after lavishing your chest for a minute he found his way back up to your lips and kissed you harder than he had before.

You moaned into the kiss and he took the opportunity to tilt his head and deepen it. You brought your arms up around his neck and carded your fingers through his hair. He pressed his body to yours, his hands grabbing the supple flesh of your ass. There was a moan, but you couldn't tell if it was yours or his. And there was the unmistakable shape of his ever-growing cock twitching along your lower stomach.

Cobb's kisses moved from your mouth to behind your ear and down your neck. His grip on your body loosened slightly to give him room to bend down. You found you couldn't moan anymore, only gasp at each electric sensation that scattered across your skin.

Suddenly, Cobb's hands grasped at the backs of your thighs and you found yourself being hoisted upward. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips - those deliciously narrow hips that felt perfect within your hold. The folds of your cunt were now resting along his length and you gasped again.

Cobb started walking down the dock, kissing your shoulder a few times while trying to watch where he was going. You bounced a little as his hips shifted back and forth from the walk and you couldn't help but lean into the movements. He was rubbing against you in just the right way to start making you feel the very thing you'd been after.

"That's it, sweetheart," he husked in your ear, reaching the end of the dock and turning to walk down the bank, back toward the water. "Make yourself feel good."

As you continued to buck against him, he carefully waded into the water. You could feel yourself becoming more weightless as he carried you further in. Eventually you were both up to your shoulders, but still clinging to each other. Once you'd adjusted to the change, your lips found each others' again.

You much preferred these passionate kisses to his slower ones. Maybe one day you could savor them more once you settled into the feeling of being so vulnerable with him.

One day?

You stopped yourself. What were you thinking, one day and once? As if there would be more of this between you? As if you were working toward something rather than the once-in-a-lifetime moment you'd proposed it to be?

Cobb could sense you suddenly tensing up and immediately pulled himself off you.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you quickly gasped out.

"Are you sure?" His eyes were still blown wide, and his erection still pressed insistently between you, but you knew all you had to do was say the word and he'd walk away without complaint.

Gods, he was so infuriating good to you. You loved him. There was no other way to make sense of these confusing feelings.

"Cobb..." you started without any clue where your words were headed next. All you knew was you couldn't use this man. Not like this. "I... I love you."

Well, turned out you weren't headed far, as your brain spit out the one thing it was fixated on the most. There were so many other things to say first, to explain how you got to this point and why you didn't want this with him if it couldn't mean more than simply crossing an item off the bucket list.

Predictably, Cobb's eyes grew wide at the admission.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just blurted that out--"

"Do you mean it?" he asked. Breathed, was more like it. Like he couldn't believe it. You supposed you could've played it off, saved yourself the trouble of ruining the one chance you'd likely get at losing your virginity. But no. You really did love him. Of course you couldn't say anything other than the truth.

"I do. I really do."

"Oh darling," Cobb choked out what could've been construed as a sob, though you'd never know for sure as he captured your lips in a kiss once more. Desperate was the word to describe this one. You were surprised but let him indulge for a few moments before pushing him off to set your questioning eyes onto him.

"I have loved you for as long as I can remember," he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours. He let go of his support under one of your thighs and brought the wet hand to cup the back of your neck.

"Have you really?" You were in shock. Blissful, ecstatic shock.

"Yes, I really have," he smiled.

"But... why... how... didn't you ever want to make a move?"

His humor was returning, though he didn't seem in the mood to fully let go of the desires he'd spent the last hour working up. You'd thought it had been the waves of the water that had kept gently knocking your bodies together, but then you realized he was the one maintaining the subtle rhythm, keeping the fire stoked just enough should you wish to set it ablaze again. "Oh it definitely crossed my mind a few times. But I wasn't going to come on to you unless you wanted it. A girl like you deserves to be treated right."

You smiled, unable to believe this was where your evening had ended up. "You deserve to be treated right, too, Cobb. That's why I don't want this unless you do, too. For real."

He smiled back, rocking into you just a little firmer to accentuate his intentions. "I want you. I want all of you. I want to be your first. I want to be the only one for you."

"Then take me," you whispered.

The next half hour was a display of a different kind of energy than before. What was previously gentle and exploratory was now urgent and needy. All groping hands and panting breaths and entangled limbs. Cobb still held you with tenderness, never using so much force that he hurt you. You didn't have quite as much restraint, your nails digging into his shoulders in a constant effort bring him closer, closer, closer.

"I'm close," you whimpered out eventually. You knew from reading some more salacious books that was something people tended to say. You'd never been sure how they knew when that moment came, but you certainly did now. You had something building rapidly, divinely inside of you. You seemed moments away from not being able to handle it at all.

He was buried inside of you, unable to thrust too deeply in the water, but the weight of him could still be felt within your walls. He had rocked himself in slowly so the stretch hadn't been unbearable. It was an odd feeling, one you were already eager to replicate as many times as you needed to get more used to it, but for now you could simply describe it as feeling full.

His thumb now pressed in relentless circles on your clit, helping you the rest of the way there. You sucked in a breath as you fell over the edge, an entirely new sensation overcoming you to the point where you couldn't even breathe. You clung to Cobb, unable to do much else as you rode it out. A part of you knew he'd appreciate more verbal displays of your ecstasy. Maybe the next time you'd be more prepared and could do that for him.

You eventually regained a shuddering breath, gasping and panting into Cobb's neck as you rode through the last few waves of pleasure. You didn't realize until a few moments later that he had since removed himself from you and was using his other hand to pump himself through his own orgasm. You weren't sure what to do to help him along. That'd be something else you'd need to learn for next time, too.

"Oh darling," he groaned as his finished his release, nuzzling into your neck and holding you tightly as you bobbed gently in the moonlit water.

"Thank you, Cobb," you decided to say.

Cobb chuckled and looked down at you, running a wet hand through your hair. "Well, was that everything you thought it would be?"

You released a laugh of your own, feeling spent but satisfied. "That was nothing like I thought. And I don't just mean the sex. I mean..."

"Us," he nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I didn't expect that either. But damn if I'm not happy about it."

He kissed you, so much more chaste than any of the others, mainly because the two of you couldn't stop smiling through it.

"You know what the best part is?" he asked, and you could feel him start to pull you along in the water, back toward the shore.

"Hmm?"

"After we get all dry, put on some fresh clothes, get a fire going in the cabin... I get to hold you tonight."

"Big dream of yours?" you teased.

"Mmhmm," he mumbled into your shoulder, just as it breached the surface of the water.

"Well, keep acting like such a gentleman, and you'll get to hold me every night. For as long as you like."

His lips simply smiled against your skin as he carried you out of the water and toward an eagerly awaited new future together.

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intoxicated

llewyn davis x reader

summary: you take care of a drunk llewyn knocking at your door :]

warnings: alcohol consumption and a drunk person, obviously

tags: gn!reader, fluff, mutual pining. mostly unspoken feelings

word count: 0.8k

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You sighed softly as you carefully helped him sit down on your couch, his arm around your shoulders and yours around his waist so he could keep balance. 

This was a first: you were fairly accustomed to Llewyn knocking at your door to crash for the night, but it was the first time he came in drunk. 

You had welcomed him because you couldn’t refuse him anything, and you certainly wouldn’t let him wander around Greenwich Village in the state he was in, who knew what would happen to him. 

He had already gotten beaten up behind the Gaslight once, and he wasn’t even drunk.

“I could’ve gone somewhere else but I really wanted to see you” he slurred as he pushed away the cushions on your couch, the smell of whiskey and cigarette obvious in his breath as you sat down next to him.

You scoffed, surprised. “Really? Why?” you smiled as you helped him get rid of his coat, unwrapping the scarf around his neck and grabbing his hands to take off his fingerless gloves.

He shrugged and gently squeezed your hand, making you look down at them.

“Because you’re my favorite friend in Greenwich Village” he declared, nodding. "No, that's not even true. You're my favorite friend."

You chuckled and gently caressed the top of his hand with your other hand before getting up.

“Happy to hear that. Did you drink water? Eat something?” you asked, walking to your kitchen to pour him a glass of fresh water in hope that it would prevent a terrible hangover. You highly doubted he could escape it, but some water wouldn’t do him any wrong anyways.

“No. I wanted to get properly drunk” he admitted as he sank deeper against the back of your couch, a grunt escaping his mouth when he laid his head against your plumpiest cushion.

You smiled when you came back into your living room and saw him looking comfortable on your couch. “Sit up. I’ll let you sleep soon I promise” you said sitting down next to him again, watching him as he did what you asked. You handed him the glass of water and gently rubbed his back up and down while he drank the entirety of it.

He handed it back to you and you put it down on the coffee table.

“Hey. I’m sorry I’m an asshole sometimes” he declared before a hiccup escaped his mouth.

You wanted to laugh at the fact that it was so sudden, but it seemed sincere so you tried not to. You put your hand over his shoulder, and smiled softly at him.

"It's alright" you shrugged, still smiling at him. "Everyone's an asshole from time to time" 

"I'm an asshole most of the time" he said as he looked up at you, and you tilted your head and shrugged again.

"You have reasons to be. Life’s not very kind to you" you shrugged again. "And I like you that way." you admitted, pinching your lips in a small smile.

He smiled at you, and his eyes were glassy from having drank too much. You did your best to not stare at them for too long, looking away and lowering your gaze to your floor until you thought about something.

"Oh I'm gonna bring my pain killers here for when you wake up tomorrow. You're probably gonna need them" you said standing up from the couch, and his gaze followed you as he nodded.

You came back with the pills and put them on your coffee table, and chuckled at Llewyn struggling to unbutton his shirt. 

"D'you need help with that?" 

“Yeah” he simply huffed out, and gave up on trying to persist with this task. You sat down next to him again, working on each button of his patterned shirt, your fingers more deft than his.

"If I wasn't drunk I would kiss you" he declared as he looked at you dazedly.

"Yeah sure, and you're saying this because you're drunk" you scoffed, looking back up at him, unbuttoning the last button, revealing his white shirt underneath.

“Whatever you may think honey” he groaned as you helped him get the patterned shirt off before he laid back against your couch, getting comfortable for the night. You unfolded the plaid resting on the back of your couch and laid it out over him, tucking him nicely while you felt your heart thumping in your chest.

"Here you go" you smiled, brushing away a curl falling over his forehead.

“Thank you dove” he muttered softly, his eyes struggling to remain open. You kissed his forehead, feeling his skin still so warm from the alcohol. “Love you” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep before he finally shut his eyes.

You knew he was drunk, but you kind of hoped he truly meant it.

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✨ 9 days until my surgery ✨

I'm very very excited for my surgery (it's my second gender affirming surgery but this one is more significant to me since it'll be top and bottom surgery) and I'm obviously counting the days until it and I thought some people might be interested in my trans journey. So see part 2 below the cut

Read part 1 here

So, after getting out of quarantine, I went home with my mom for winter break and never went back to college 😅

I'm very fortunate for my mom. She has been a big supporter for my transition. And I understand how much having a supportive parent during my transition makes things easier for me. I will say there was some rough moments in the beginning. Like she didn't really take me seriously about transitioning until I told her I wanted hrt. There were some arguing (specifically about the loss of fertility) but I was stubborn and said I would pursue hrt even if she kicked me out. And she replied "I love you too much to do that to you" 🥲. And did her own research and accepted that I would be happier on hrt. I remember there was a moment where we got high together (yeah, we used to smoke weed together) and I she apologized for raising me as a boy. Which she didn't have to do but I really appreciated. 🥺

I also remember that she helped me get my first wardrobe of feminine clothing because she was embarrassed with how I looked trying to look queer with the masculine clothes I currently had 😂 Since the beginning, most of my wardrobe came from thrift stores. Got my initial hual of over 20 pieces for about $50 🤩 Which this outfit came from.

(picture taken Dec 1st, 2020)

I still have the Ugg Boots and I think the fingerless gloves but I can't really recreate this fit anymore.

I also remember this was the era when I was wearing breast forms. I still have them somewhere for nostalgia sake.

This picture was also taken 4 days before I started hrt which was a month after my egg cracked. A lot of firsts and changes happened after that but I'll get into that tomorrow 😁✌️

Next part here

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Birthday haul 3, the final birthday haul

last but certainly not least (in fact, i saved them for last because they are my favorite of the 3 i picked up) is Monster Fest frankie! as irl unboxed photos started to be released, this because the monster fest doll i was the most excited for. i am so happy to have them in hand… this doll is so, so cute. yall.

face card! this frankie has a lot of my favorites on frankie -dark lip (this shiny metal grey… it’s probably the best lipstick color they’ve ever had.) -asymmetrical makeup (and this whole doll goes ham with the asymmetry) and…. Bangs! i love bangs on frankie… and these are really cute. the chunky streaks are similar in execution to fearidescent, but lay much nicer in saran. im also a huge, huge fan of this mostly black hair blend for frankie. it stands out so much!

screen printed detail check. a lot of frankie’s have been going ham on the trans colors, (and this one has all of them too,) but this one is loud and proud pan flag. this is a really really cute and well balanced color scheme overall.

shoe check. this frankie has these cool, disco ball heels, that have these separate yellow pieces attached to them. and also a unique leg mold! frankie’s prosthetic blends into the shoe on the side it’s on, and i think it looks cool as hell. i do love when they do something fun with the prosthetic, though in previous dolls that’s usually just been changing the color of it, so to see a whole new mold is super fun

another detail. these cute little fingerless gloves! theyre separate pieces, but they stay on very securely unless you remove the hands.

accessory check! this time we’ve got another bag, another camera, another ticket (and two ticket rolls, one of which i almost lost when unboxing bc it was so tiny, lol.) a fancy lightning bolt shaped drink cup, a black-bun hot dog, and of course, another pair of sunglasses. i do like the mold on these ones tho

with some accessories on! i have to say, i think the bag isn’t doing much for this look. it’s a little much and less cohesive than clawdeens. probably won’t display them with with it. again, as well, the glasses are cute, but i want to see their face.

.5 shot

now that i’ve unboxed all of them, i had to squeeze them in somewhere. i ended up sitting frankie down on this shelf to make a little frankie corner (since that blue-haired peach riot is also a frankie… maybe i should get a little one piece franky to put with them too.)

i have to say, frankie has become easily my second fav of the g3 mh cast. them being nonbinary is an awesome change, and they’ve been getting hit dolls recently that i really love… welcome committee, when they figure out where the hell they’re releasing you… i’ll be picking you up too.

as for the monster fest pair i picked up, i really don’t have a spot or stands for them. i just have the one stand, so i decided to sit them down in the misc section on my desk

absolutely obsessed with these two. can’t wait to pick up the cleo and lagoona from the line too! (and draculaura… well, she’ll be a project doll. i think i can save her.)

ty guys for reading, if you didn’t skip my insane doll ramblings. it’s been a good birthday :D