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marune2 · 6 months

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Ida Faust josele canty ch.2

Summary

Ida josele and Nacht gets in a fight because Ida is concerned for Sterling and it’s did goes out of hand so this they get apart in a bad way and Ida is a mess mostly and Nacht and josele too but Ida does something stupid to protect herself

Colap whit @loosesodamarble

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Yami shook his head. "I don't know what the hell is going on in Ida's head right now."

"She's not in any state to be interrogated," Heinrich said as he sneered. "She really ought to be kept sedated until we know for sure that she's under control. And I don't think we should press her about the issue lest it triggers her and she goes ballistic again."

"Look, old man, I need figure to this out! Ida's losing her mind. Nacht is pissed as hell. And even Jo's being unreasonable about this." Yami took out a cigarette and lit it up. "The fucked up family continues to be a mess."

"Perhaps it was a mistake for Nacht and Josele to take in that child..."

Yami glanced in Heinrich's direction. The man, far older than his looks gave off, looked tired for the first time since Yami had met him.

"You're joking, right? The kid isn't the problem here."

Heinrich let out a huff. That wasn't an answer. And Heinrich didn't seem in the mood to give straight answers.

Yami exhaled some smoke and left the room. He was hitting brick walls on all sides.

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Some day’s passet

Josele can’t get over what happened plus Heinrich and yami have warned her this Ida can go after Sterling or them or other worse stuff be honest she is tired and Ida is now on strong medication now to put her out

And Sterling ask why she can’t go to the black bulls and Nacht and her need to reason why she can’t but mainly she can’t tell this Ida lost her mind completely so this josele and Nacht can’t go to her or talk……..

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Ida is completely on drugs right now see yami how Ida play whit Vanessa poker ok ida is half asleep right now but the worst part is Ida’s mentally is this of a little child now under the drugs or it’s because of the mental breakdown

Ida laughing „nessy I win I win!!!!“

Vanessa laughing back“yes you do you a good player ida“

Yami just have a smoke whit he’s news paper he have free so but the pain in the ass is he can’t go to the toilet hide because he need to looking after Ida wo is right now asleep on the table

Yami standing up and take Ida and laying her left to he’s spot nobody say something because all know what going on

Zora just stare „this really fuc€t up I’m going now“as he say it go he out

Vanessa laughing and looking at yami „it’s cute even it’s have a sad back round Ida is so childish“

Yami huffing „true it’s fuc€ing shi€ can’t not even go drinking because your will lost Ida and nobody can’t hold her back like my“

Vanessa „hm true….“

Ida cuddling on Yami now whit her face like a child wile Che sleeping and seemingly have a bad dream yami just stare at her and petting her“ it’s good gremlin I’m here you are safe

Ida open her eyes and nodding just half asleep now and close her eyes again

A Weck after this incident happened

Ida going back to Normal again whit the other don’t realizing

Ida don’t know what to do she wants Sterling Safe should she take her just and go in a other country? It’s not hart for her but Sterling is weak for the strong magic sone and magical beast she know this

Ok Ida know she did make big shi€ ok she believes she should just go away maybe go and think josele and Nacht are mad at her anyway they don’t want to see her anymore anyway…….

Ida:nessy yami I’m sleepy can I go in my room?

Yami looking at her“your sure? Gremlin ok fine your should sleep you looking like shi€

Vanessa smile“sure Ida sleep well and remember if you have nightmares come to my“smile

Ida looking sad“ok love your tow

Yami and Vanessa looking for some sec but nodding

Ida go in her Room and make all ready for go away for a wile ok ida know wo she should go to ichika she know for sure to helping her

And so write Ida a leather and go ok she know she can’t write goodbye letters but it’s will do

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Yami fell fast Ida’s magic and run fast to Ida’s room it’s empty

Yami looking like oh shit“shi€

Then see he a letter

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On all

Hello dear family I’m not good in writing this shit I’m sorry for be a bad person I’m sorry for harming your all I’m sorry Nachty and josy I love you I love Sterling plz take care and don’t be shi€ to her it’s whas good to know you goodbye yami don’t give my shi€ to random people just Vanessa and josele and asta’s siblings can take my shi€ I’m away sorry

In caring Manners Ida Faust

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Yami run it cold down he’s spine it’s a „goodbye letter“ from Ida

Yami kick the asses up from the black bulls searching for Ida bevor she do something stupid

The bad part is it too tell Nacht and josele….Fuc€ing hell if he would realize it earlier how Ida whas deeply sad fuc€

Meanwhile, Nacht and Josele were inside Nacht’s office at the Faust Manor. Nacht’s communication device was on his desk, alight with activity. It was Yami’s voice coming through.

“And when I went to her room, all I found was a letter.”

“So she’s just gone?!” Nacht asked with wide eyes.

“Yeah, that’s basically what I said. Weren’t you paying attention, dumbass?”

Josele’s hand covered her mouth. She knew that the argument had been an ugly one, one that touched upon a rather delicate topic. But Josele, too absorbed in her defensiveness of her and Nacht, had completely missed how hurt Ida had been.

“Oh gods…”

“Not again, dammit…” Nacht muttered.

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Ichika whas just making her job and whas in front of her home as she see Ida crying in front of why is she crying and her Qi is bad like really bad

Ichika:what make you here ida-San why are you crying?!“say she surprised

Ida:I’m in deb shi€ right now I need you help and I don’t know what to do……

Ichika looking surprise she needed though ida would go to her of all people she know

Ida:oh and can you nobody say especially nobody of clover I’m here? I don’t know what to do

Ichika:what did happen?! What have you done?! And why my?!

Ida tells then ichika what happened baisicly whit josele Nacht and Sterling and general the shi€ show

Ichika:ok this is really not good and now you think abaut to kidnap a child or other stuff?

Ida:yes…..I don’t know what to do I’m not make to raise a child especially Sterling is smart she will understand I kidnapped her if I do……

Ichika:well you don’t know if you brother and josele-San are bad parents but Antwort a question ida

Ida:yes

Ichika:are you suicidal right now?

Ida can’t lie but she doesn’t know: I just think about it but if I’m die I’m reborn as a devil whit no memories………and I would don’t fell pain anymore………

Ichika take a deb breath:ok promise you don’t do it and I let you stay as long you want ok? or I kill You really

Ida think about it but nodding: good I do…….at least I have bring my stuff whit my I hold on…….Plz don’t tell you brother I’m here I just need to thinking…….

Ichika:I promise I don’t tell them ok?“smile

Ida just nodding and smile tired back

Ok ichika know ida is not a angel in this situation but josele and Nacht are just idiots how could they not see what going on and make even thinks wors she is really mad at them especially Nacht now have she a Ida wo is eventually a deanger to her self ok she need to talk. Too Ryu-sama about it

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In clover

Noelle:I don’t know wo she could be……..

Vanessa:my to but don’t give up Noelle……….

Vanessa:true I believe captain Yami try to bring Nacht to rest I I can him even her him right now talking whit Nacht and we are out of the house

Noelle:yes I don’t even hear really miss Jose

I’m the building

Yami:your going to fare Nacht stop you need to sleep you didn’t sleep for tree day’s now we can search tomorrow ida will don’t come back if you collapse here right now!!!! scream he at Nacht

Nacht sat hunched over in an arm chair. He was using Felis Mode and extending his and Plumede’s magic as far as it could extend across the continent. He has to keep going.

He had to search every dingy alleyway. Every corner of Clover, Spade, and any other neighboring country. Maybe Ida was still on the continent and unlike ten years ago, his magic was strong enough to overpower any attempts Ida might make of hiding her own shadow from him. He just had to look in the right place first.

“Nacht! You’re going to work yourself sick. And what if Ida isn’t even on the continent anymore?! What then?!” Yami yelled. He reached out to grab and shake his vice captain, only for a pitch black claw to grab his wrist.

“You’re disturbing the Master’s work…” Walgner groaned deeply. He was bigger than usual and his feathers didn’t have their usual softness, instead looking like daggers with each flap of his wings.

Yami clicked his tongue. *So it’s bad enough that his stupid pets are affected by his mood.* He stepped back and glared. “Fine. Don’t accept my help.”

“Go to hell, Yami…” Nacht spoke barely above a whisper. “Just go…”

Nacht bowed his head forward and rested his forehead on clasped hands. Like a prayer. The look didn’t suit Nacht, that was for sure.

Yami left the room since he had hit a brick wall and searched the mansion for Josele. He didn’t find her, but he found her wake of disaster.

The floor of the hallway Yami found himself in was covered in a sludge-like mud. Shards of ice was mixed into the mud, broken by the footsteps of another. A layer of frost climbed up the walls of the hall too.

“Milady! Lady Faust! Do come out, Milady!” One of the manor’s staff rapped her knuckles against Josele’s bedroom door. “Lady Faust, you mustn’t keep moping! You’ll exhaust your- Oh!” The maid caught sight of Yami. “Sir...”

“So she’s in a state, too?” Yami placed his hand on the icy door. “Lemme try. I might have more luck.”

“If you say so.” The maid bowed and left.

Yami took the doorknob in his hand and turned it with little effort. Despite that, the metal gave way and snapped, letting Yami nudge the door open. He was greeted with a sorry sight of Josele pacing her room with fresh mud and ice crystals being created with each footstep.

“Where did we go wrong? Why can’t Ida trust us to be good parents?” Josele said to herself as she paced. “Was it a mistake to become a parent at all? But where was Sterling supposed to go then?! Ohh… why did I snap at her? What is wrong with me?!”

“A lot of things, but I guess you want something specific, huh?”

Josele stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Yami.

“Sukehiro.” The use of his real given name coupled with Josele’s tone made Yami bristle. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

“Sorry. Didn’t know how else to cut in.”

Josele just grounding at him „what are you doing here?“

Sukehiro just glare at here „to looking after you after you idiot husband don’t do pretty well and as fare I see you too jo“

Josele glare back „what want you too hear sukehiro? You did hear and know why we are in the mode why? Why can’t ida trust us why did I snapped at her why? And now she is gone………

Sukehiro just stare at her and go more in „ I understand you point but I can understand Ida really good my parents were shi€y too and trusting someone? Really Ida didn’t get over her trauma even also why shouldn’t she have bad thoughts

Josele glare at him but looking exhausted at him“what do you mean?“

Sukehiro just see more mud and ice „well ida know parenting just as what really bad and grow up whit out someone to protecting her she is like a stray dog even whit ur help she is not over it but she understands how it should be you know?

Josele stare at him“but Ida know we didn’t want something bad from Sterling she remembers her time as a child whit us we didn’t never harm her“beginning to cry

Sukehiro just stare to“ well what did she see as a child Nacht whas a angsty teen wo did go to the dark side and did devil shi€ and other stuff and you? You know how to kill animals and your talk whit Morgan whit the magic night? And so……..and then she did see how Morgan did die

Josele cry“ but we didn’t want something bad!!!!! Why!? Now is she gone and nobody know wo she is!!!!

Sukehiro just stare at her he doesn’t even know wo Ida is or if she did something stupid and the letter doesn’t approve her mental health……..yes he is uncomfortable this Ida is missing

Sukehiro looking at her „I know jo I’m not happy too we all are not happy but she will be for sure just be a Emo child and come back after a wile if not we finde her“laugh

Josele crying „what if not? Nacht can’t finde her!!! What if worse happened because he can’t finde her shadow!!!!

Yami looking now at her yes he know what she mean „look josele Ida wouldn’t do it ida is strong and she is not this worse if she end just like Nacht the idiot“as he say it take he a smoke

Josele sish „ok yami but can you go now I need time…….

Yami just nodding at her „fine but say if something is wrong jo don’t be a idiot

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After tow day’s

Ryu just looking at ichika and the food she give him „so fare I understand make Ida right now depression cooking right now?

Ichika just nodding „yes she does or she laying around and crying I think you can say nii-San Ida is here

Ryu smile at her „yes it’s would be good her Family getting really sic€ from searching especially her brother I believe they all ready to talk it out I will inform them today sukehiro smoke a lot even after Ida’s fleets here to us………

Ichika just nodding „good I will go now to her see what I can do

Ryu just nodding at her“good Have good luck right now sleep Ida

Ichika nodding and go to home

#ida Faust #josele canty #Heinrich faust #nacht faust #yami sukehiro #Ryuya ryudu #ichika yami #noelle silva #vanessa enoteca #black clover #black clover au #oc #black clover oc #run away #hurt a Little comfort?#all are hurt #Nacht over do himself and is day’s awake #josele is a mess #yami try

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clarrissanewt · 3 years

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Hey....I really really adored ur "one more?" It's my comfort fanfiction! The plot I m gonna ask for is kind of the same so it's totally fine if u don't wanna write it! But I'll just request it so if u feel to write, its fine!

Okay so Harry×fem! Reader and reader has been having anxiety and stress leading to stomach aches and nauseous feelings and she isn't able to concentrate at all. She is kind of lacking in studies and not being able to focus and has cut off all ties with everyone. She's in her dorm all the time. Harry is just worried and then motivates her and helps in her studies (maybe the subject could be related to healing).

Amount of fluff and all lies in ur imagination. And like I said, if u don't wanna write, its totally fine!

Have a good day!

A/n: aww, thanks for the love! i can't say no now, can i? just a small scenario, hope you like it! i want harry

here's the link to One More? incase anyone hasn't read it yet!

I'd Be There

pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

warnings: harry is too sweet, fluff

"harry, don't even dare to tell hermione about my whereabouts," y/n nudged the ravenet into the pillar as he pretended not to listen to her. "i'm not in mood for library evening today."

"hermione!" harry chimed, much to his girlfriend's horror and watched smirking as hermione paddled her way towards them.

fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck you gremlin potter.

"here you both are!" the bushy haired girl tutted with a roll of her eyes (y/n and ron had a bet that she learnt it from harry), "today i persuaded ron to join us!"

harry felt his wrist clasped in a deadly grip as y/n softly shook her head. "i'm sorry, but we both can't come today. tomorrow maybe?"

their muggleborn friend copied y/n's action and gave them a thumbs up. "no worries, don't forget about the transfiguration essay."

"uh... are we busy?" harry asked from behind her as he failed to follow her snitchy speed. "everything alright?"

"I'd love to punch your face right now," he could heard the deep breathes which she was straining upon, "but that would ruin your pretty boy face. you can join them back, i don't mind."

and with that she walked away, with an even greater speed, her footsteps clanking on the heavy stoned floor, leaving a gobsmacked harry behind.

"what the fuck just happened?"

---

"i'm sure you must have said something wrong, mate," ron guffawed on the armchair beside harry, who seemed to be lost in some thought.

"i didn't," harry mused, shaking his messy hair. "last thing i asked her was that if we were busy."

"blimey! does this mean it's over-"

"ronald!" ron gulped and sat back as he looked at hermione's total large reprimanding eyes. "i'm sure everything would be okay."

y/n wasn't someone to be affected by an oblivious question, harry thought, as he stood up, a poker face adorning his face as he strolled out of the common room.

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"i don't know, mr potter," madam pomfrey answered in a swift tone, "her grades are falling, i see less of her and i don't know if she could carry on a career as a healer if her NEWTS would be as erroneous as at the moment."

strike 1: it's been two weeks he sees less of y/n

strike 2: someone as bright as her, getting low grades is not a good sign

strike 3: somethings wrong

strike 4: he can't get into the girl's dorms, all thanks to godric gryffindor

strike 5-

"can you call her down? right now?" he asked the nurse with a sad face, somewhat successfully creating sympathy for self.

---

y/n kept quiet as she felt her boyfriend's warm hand squeezing her own coaxingly, encouraging her to open up.

should she even bother him with all her problems when he already has his one chosen one shit?

"come on, take your time. but do know, i'm here to help you, i'll listen," he placed a warm sweet kiss on her temple as she snuggled closer into his chest, feeling tears prickle up at the ends of her eyes. "i love you."

harry felt her swerve in his grip and when she planted her face straight into the crook of his neck, biting down on her lips, he ran smooth circles on her back, overcome with concern.

"hey, snitch? everything okay?"

she shook her head like a stubborn child, now fully hugging him back. why did she even shut him of all this while? he was always there, always ready to help.

"its, its been rough since sometime," harry could almost make out a few tears escaping her eyes. "i should not have worried you, you so much."

"nooo, don't cry," he rocked both of them slightly, making y/n even more guilty somehow (which of course he didn't mean to), "if you will cry, i'll start crying too, and that would just make a hot mess."

he finally smiled as he heard a broken yet sweet chuckle escape her lips.

"I'm sorry, but you couldn't handle me even if i came up with instructions."

even though it was a total joke, it didn't stop harry from falling back into his bed with a hand resting on his heart in mock offense.

"sorry, potter, but is that pose meant to impress me?"

harry leaned down, still rocking slowly as he kissed her softly. "never keep anything from me. i'd always be there."

#harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagines #golden trio #harry potter #golden trio era #harrypotter #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter blurb #harry potter x you #harry potter scenarios

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jynzandtonic · 4 years

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Breeding kink w/ Flip*

Your first time with Flip - part 1

Your first time with Flip - part 2

Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party

Flip taking care of you after a long work day

Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip

Playing strip-poker with Flip

Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)

Flip spitting on your pussy

JUST how much Flip loves you

Slow lovemaking with Flip

- SNACCS -

Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare

Flip cheering you up after a bad day

Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit

Flip being territorial over you in public

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Flip being charming and playful

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair

Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)

Semi-public sex and getting caught

On the subject of Flip’s balls

Growing old with Flip

OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)

an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned

Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}

switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans

This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)

STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE

Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)

blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting

- THOTS -

Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson

Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws

Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie

Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Handcuffing and domming Ronnie

Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party

Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.

Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie

Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie

DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy

Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume

Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station

Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming

Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party

Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing

Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight

Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots

Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie

- SNACCS -

Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie

What are Ronnie’s hugs like?

How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret

CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)

an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story

Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)

Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie

Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)

Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)

You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?

- THOTS -

Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie

Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie

Charlie buying sex toys for reader

Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine

How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie

Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie

Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway

Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink

Charlie comforting you after a hard day

Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie

Thigh-riding Charlie in his office

Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks

Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism

Teasing Charlie like a little brat

Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good

Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones

Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim

Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex

Late-night somnophilia with Charlie

Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours

Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie

Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings

Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare

Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber

Falling asleep after sex with Charlie

Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie

- SNACCS -

Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more

Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie

d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more

NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina

Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date

Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings

Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby

PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

- FICS -

A Great American Pastime - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Edging bratty sub!Phillip

Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder

Sudsy shower sex with Altman

Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq

Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party

Phillip buying you a naughty present

Pegging bratty Phillip

Phillip degrading + facefucking you

Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face

- SNACCS -

Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test

NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume

Spending Hanukkah with Phillip

Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip

DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)

an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)

DOM!Dan Jones!

Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.

Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Sensual phone sex with Dan

Subby!Dan with assistant!reader

Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)

Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved

Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel

Dan begging you to swallow his cum*

Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work

- SNACCS -

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Dan with a shy!reader

Aftercare with Dan

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys

TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)

- FICS -

You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat

Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught

- SNACCS -

Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics

Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids

NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS

Toby mustache HCs

RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)

- FICS -

Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you

Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos

Fucking a very touch-starved Rick

Making Rick cum in his pants

Rick worshipping readers phat titties

- SNACCS -

Roadtripping with Rick

Rick tickling and teasing your pussy

PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)

- FICS -

Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Praise kink with sweet Sevvy

Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier

Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times

Paul spanking you with his file folders

Giving Sevvy head so good he cries

Overstimulating sub!Sevier

Somnophilia with Sevier

-SNACCS-

Sevier comforting sad reader

ALL OF THE BOYS

DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart

- THOTS -

Dirty texts from all of the boys

How the boys feel about stretch marks

Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip

The boys with pregnant!reader

The boys on hickies and love-bites

The boys on period sex

Loving on fat!reader

Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~

How the boys would ask you to move in with them

The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)

How the boys would spend a snow-day with you

- SNACCS -

The boys on thicc thighs

Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys

Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader

~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2

TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan

Top three boys with a breeding kink

The boys on the BDSM test

Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’

A lil’ bit of clit worship

Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler

Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie

What kind of porn the boys watch/read

Falling asleep and waking up with you

What to do to get the boys weak for you

Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”

How kinky do the boys get + fave positions

How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category

The boys taking care of you when you’re sick

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie

NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD

NSFW Alphabet: Experience

NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret

NSFW Alphabet: Location

NSFW Alphabet: No

The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)

What the boys sound like before they cum

On finding out you’re bisexual

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie

How the boys give hugs

What the boys prefer to fuck

Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde

What alcohol the boys like to drink

A few New Year’s Resolutions

How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink

Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde

Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)

Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde

Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night

On dating a reader who does camming

The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle

The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work

WHICH OF THE BOYS...

Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you

Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you

Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)

Has the biggest dick - part 1

Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)

Has the best cock

Prefer showers or baths

Is the dirtiest and softest

Give the best back scratches when tucking you in

Wear speedos vs. trunks

Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)

Is an ass man vs. a boobs man

Would be into having a threesome, and what kind

Would want to have children*

Is the best at eating you out

Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape

Love facials the most

Is most likely to eat ass

Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip

Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging

Is the cuddliest

Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you

Has an edging kink

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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

- FICS -

The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)

{part 1} - {part 2}

Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.

CHAOTIC DOM!Matt

-THOTS + SNACCS -

HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup

HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things

Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva

How you got together with Matt + misc HCs

A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs

Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??

What Matt’s cock is like

Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex

Crumbs on soft!Matt

Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex

Matt + first-time somnophilia

Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best

Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob

Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating

Sweet Matt buying you succulents

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SNL BOYS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom

Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)

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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Kylo’s guilty pleasures

Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher

How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him

Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum

Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard

Dom!Kylo fucking your throat

Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior

Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs

Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo

Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)

Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher

Cockwarming in the throne room

Kylo watching you kick ass in training

Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless

Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy

Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day

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SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!

Love Letters from The Boys

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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)

-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-

daddy kink

hurt/comfort

virginity kink / innocence kink

pregnancy kink

breeding kink

size kink

fluff

body positivity

light verbal degradation / degradation kink

light bondage / bondage

light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism

semi-public sex

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yoko-hasagagua · 3 years

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I know that by this point we're not getting Link from Age of Calamity in the Linked Universe AU, but I had a really funny dream the other night that, unfortunately, I can't fully remember :(

I do remember that when Wild and Calamity met for the first time it went something like this and, in the beginning, the chain thought that he was a more serious, responsible, and less chaotic version of their feral boy. They were WRONG.

He's a much as a gremlin as Wild, he is just better at hiding it (has an exceptionally good poker face) and kept pushing the blame of his shenanigans on his counterpart, that happily took the blame as long as Calamity included him and let him took pictures.

It worked until he was caught red-handed by Sky, that couldn't believe that they have managed to convince Twilight to look at the other side. To be fair he was barely resisting the puppy eyes that his cub made, two pairs of them were too much for him.

By the way, anybody knows some good fics where both champions appear?

#the legend of zelda #linked universe #my art #my drawns #yoko's art #lu #link #lu wild #lu calamity #age of calamity #first time that I don't finish a drawing at 2 am

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ratsoh-writes · 3 years

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How would the main ten react to a flirtatious S/O (maybe even crush??) that doesn’t get easily flustered, but always tries to fluster them. :^))) hehehehehehe

Oooh, SO has the moves ;)

Sans: it depends on the type of flirting. Anything sexual and his poker face saves him from embarrassment. Genuine sweetness will get a blush occasionally

Papyrus: he’s relatively new to the whole dating thing so will get pretty flustered the first couple of weeks. Then papyrus starts to catch on and will hit SO back with some really good flirting of his own. He’s a quick study

Star: SO better work hard because Star is very hard to fluster. And he loves to tease back

Honey: oooh man, he cannot deal with any sexual flirting. He’ll be blushing so hard you can practically see steam coming off his skull

Red: anything dirty and he’ll match each flirt SO gives with one of his own easily. But sweet and heartfelt flirts always catch him by surprise

Edge: like papyrus, at the beginning of the relationship he’s easy to fluster, but edge quickly gets used to it and is soon the one clustering SO

Mal: oh heck yes!!! This is exactly mals type!! Let the fluster war begin

Cash: it honestly depends on his mood. Some days he’s a little gremlin and will rebuff all the flirting with chaos. Other days he’s a horndog and flirts back a little too well

Oak: he can’t. Oak exe has stopped working. You’re gonna give this poor guy an aneurysm. He can’t think up puns fast enough to flirt back!!

Willow: oooh boy. He’s always flustered no matter what. But for every three flirts SO gives, willow manages to shoot a really good one back.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale

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masterwords · 3 years

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Hail Mary

Summary: Set between 5x02 and 5x08, and inspired by an evil idea put into my head by @toli-a. Hotch is on a path of self-destruction when he returns to work after Foyet's attack in his apartment and Morgan is the only person who seems concerned. (Title is a football reference, not a religious reference/used in a religious way.)

Pairings: None

Warnings: stab wounds, gun shots, hospitals, depression, reckless/suicidal behavior (canon compliant)

Words: 5.8k

Tag List: @84hotpockets, @genevievedarcygranger, @crimefiqhters, @bau-gremlin, @scuttling (message or comment if you'd like to be added to my tag list)

“Hotch?” JJ asked, craning her neck to peer through his door. He stood facing the window, staring at something not there. “Is everything okay?” He was startled, like he hadn't heard her the first time, had no idea she was there. She watched the way the muscle in his jaw tightened and released before he made the faintest noise, no other movement. Whatever Strauss said behind closed doors wasn't the problem, she'd been saying it for days, weeks now. They all knew the truth swept under the rug. He hadn't really come back from Foyet's attack, he was different in ways she hadn't anticipated and asking him if everything was okay felt stupid and silly.

“Yes, fine,” he whispered, eyes downcast. He couldn't look at her, couldn't lie to her face. He could lie to just about anyone, it was so easy when he could convince himself it was for their own good, get his conscience on his side but the way JJ looked at him, the way she cared...he couldn't take it any further than he already had. “Goodnight, JJ.”

She accepted it reluctantly but he was already turning away from her in that dismissive way that said to leave it alone, he won't be saying anything else and if you ask you'll regret it. She was constantly amazed at how quickly his demeanor shifted, how fast he found those cracks in his armor and sealed them tight.

They turned away when he put on his vest, frightened at the way his face contorted briefly, twisted with the pain of still healing wounds. They turned away because they allowed themselves to get caught up in his need to save face. They needed it as badly as he did. He couldn't help it, there were still healing wounds, places infected and still open that he didn't share with them. Bandages he changed in the restroom between meetings and briefings, antibiotics and hope that he'd finally get some peace. That the wounds would close and even if they left permanent scars, the pain would be nothing but a phantom. Not there yet, it was still real and some days all consuming. They watched Reid on his crutches and they had a visible reminder of what happened to him, a reminder that he was still healing, but Hotch showed up in his tailored Italian suits and they go about their days with him, business as usual.

It was so easy to forget. To pass him right over. To make assumptions about his progress. He sat in his office with a photo of Foyet on his desk and no one seemed to pay it any mind.

The vest was cumbersome and painful, he couldn't do it and didn't care to try, not this time. It held him too tight, pressed his ribs and suddenly it was Foyet's legs pressing into his sides, knees digging in and he couldn't get it away from him fast enough. Without it, he stalked into a hostage situation, of anyone he was most equipped to deal with it regardless of safety procedures. Morgan shouted that he was going to tell Strauss, let fly more than a few curse words and Hotch stormed away from him barely registering the argument.

“He walked right into that house with no vest, Rossi,” Derek spit. Under cover of night, he appeared on Dave's doorstep, something generally reserved for poker nights and nothing more. They weren't exactly friends, buddies at best. This was not a pleasure call. Dave still didn't hesitate to pour a glass of scotch, and Derek didn't hesitate to breathe it in deep before taking a languorous sip. He pulled it into himself and felt it light his senses on fire. “What next?”

“Care to ask him?” Dave asked, setting the challenge right there on the table between them. He'd tried before, bucking up against Aaron when he'd made a questionable decision. It never ended well and Dave had learned his lesson. He loved Hotch, would lay down his life for the man without a second thought, but standing up to him was reserved for only the most dire situations.

“Hell yes,” Morgan replied, but it lacked conviction. He knew better. It wasn't that easy and he knew Hotch well enough to doubt that he could ever really ask him. What exactly would he say? And what would be the point, in the end, except to light whatever was left of their friendship on fire and watch it burn? He would only get one chance. One opportunity, a Hail Mary.

“Then by all means...” Dave smiled, raising his glass. Morgan sighed, he seemed to be the only person who didn't think this was a game.

He walked away from a shootout, turned his back on the scene and let it play out. Morgan questioned him, was met with the same dismissive grunt as usual. In the grand scheme of things it wasn't that bad, they knew who the unsubs were and had one in custody, the police had the rest under control but Morgan still watched in disgust as Hotch walked away. It was simply out of character for him. Struck him as unabashedly different from the Hotch he knew and he was struck with the sudden realization that some part of the Hotch he used to be did die in that apartment. It was abundantly clear, at least to him, that the part of Hotch that survived that attack spent his days wishing he'd bled out right there, was just trying to catch up and find its other half in the afterlife.

There was more of him now, thick raised skin screaming its story every time he took his shirt off and somehow less at the same time. More on the outside, hollow on the inside.

“Don't worry, he's okay.” Prentiss knew better, she was offering Morgan stagnant placation, the kind that worked on most people but she doubted it would work here. Hotch was not okay, she knew as well as he did but they weren't speaking. Hotch barely looked at her, avoided eye contact more with each passing day - she saw too much and the further he dug his own grave, the further he pushed everyone away. Her avoiding it all was the only defense mechanism she had left to deploy.

“He's not okay...” Morgan's retort was angry, spit through clenched teeth. He slammed his fist down on his desk and glanced up quickly at Hotch's office to make sure he didn't hear. That was the last thing he needed. She nodded.

“So say something.” Her tone was curt, clipped. It was not what he wanted to hear and she was completely done with the conversation.

He got nowhere with JJ and Reid who said they didn't know, hadn't noticed, it was just Strauss coming down on him. Garcia looked like she was going to cry when he brought it up, she was afraid he was already a ghost and couldn't bear to talk about it so he was careful there, couldn't have her tears on his head too. Making enemies left and right in his determination to put an end to Hotch's self-destruction.

“Morgan!” Hotch called, picking up the ballistic vest at his feet. He grunted at the sudden movement, the pinching, felt the paper tape pull away from his skin taking tiny hairs along with it. It hurt worse than usual today and having the vest on was about the most painful thing he could think of, pulling at his sides, pressing in so tight but he kept it on anyway because he wasn't eager to have his disregard for protocol winding up in another police report that crossed Strauss' desk, she'd just about had enough of him already. So he struggled into it, strapped it on tight and decided to just deal with it. He was handling it.

He handed out orders, said he was going in and Morgan snapped. Lost it. He ripped his vest off and threw it at Hotch's feet before rushing off toward the diner. Time for that Hail Mary, he told himself. Low probability of success, high failure rate. A lot of guns and no vest. Inside there were tables full of people crying and cowering, there were two men with guns, the scene was a powder keg waiting to explode.

“No, Hotch,” Morgan snapped without looking back. Hotch was close to overtaking him, long stride catching up with Morgan's angry footfall. He couldn't turn around, couldn't stop to confront the other man yet or his resolve would crumble. He was absolutely certain he didn't want to do what he was doing, but there was no other way to get his point across. Hotch yelled at him to stop, put on his vest, DAMMIT MORGAN STOP. He had to hold this mirror up to Hotch, if he didn't no one else would.

“It's my turn!” Morgan was shouting, maybe a little too intense and a little too loud but he wouldn't turn around. Hotch's steps were long, hurried, he tried to get out ahead to throw himself in between Morgan and the diner, threatened his career while the rest of the team and the police barricade stood back with their weapons trained on the diner.

"GET DOWN!" They heard it, but it took too long for them to register that the directive was aimed at them and their battle of wills.

A shot rang out, ripped through Morgan before they could even register where it had come from. He dropped to the ground, collapsed in a heap in the dusty parking lot. Hotch whipped around to look for the direction of the shot and felt a second bullet whip past him, grazing his outstretched forearm. He dropped the ballistics vest on top of Morgan and lay on top of him, hand finding the open wound and pressing hard. He could feel the rush of Morgan's blood, hot and thick against his palm and he buried his face in the other man's neck, eyes squeezed shut against the assault. If they died in a spray of bullets, at least he tried. Using his body as a shield he laid there and listened to the firefight over the top of them. Bullets, shattered glass, shouting. Pure chaos, and all he could hear was the ragged sound of Morgan's panicked breaths. He whispered in Morgan's ear, hot breath against his cheek.

“Don't you dare die on me...”

“Why?” Morgan gasped, eyes closed. Hotch felt so warm against him but there was a deep cold spreading. “Because you wanted to go first? Fuck you.”

A rush of red and white, swirling lights, the sound was gone. Everything had gone silent, Hotch's ears were ringing painfully as they forced him onto a stretcher and strapped him in for the ride, hands covered in Morgan's blood and his own. His arm was numb, cold from the elbow down. Morgan rode in a separate ambulance, it left first and he could hear the scream of the siren through the ringing. He knew it meant there was still a life to save inside. With the remaining breath in his lungs he asked if they could leave their own sirens off, he wanted to hear Morgan's siren.

“Please,” he whispered. He just needed to hear the other ambulance, to know they were still fighting to save a life. The driver conceded, said he'd do his best if he could stay behind them and traffic cooperated, could just use his flashing lights but if they got separated the sirens had to be used. It was a quiet night, no one else on the roads anyway, no one to alert to an emergency. He focused on the sound as they poked at his arm and he thought it burned, it hurt different now but once the stitches were in place it would feel just like all of the others. What's one more? His body nothing but a map of crashing and burning, wreckage for the scrap heap. The ambulance lurched to a stop and instinctively he braces himself for the moment they pull him out, the bump as the gurney hit the ground and pulled him into the fluorescent nightmares he weaved when he should have been sleeping. He closed his eyes the moment they crashed through the door, inciting an energetic response.

“Agent Hotchner,” they asked, as if he'd passed out, lost consciousness. He nodded.

“Too bright,” he mumbled. They were confused, nothing had indicated a head injury and he wouldn't elaborate as they pushed him through the waiting area. He really didn't think he needed this treatment but it got him into the hospital and he could keep tabs on Morgan better from this vantage point, he would have some leverage with Strauss if he played by the rules. They cut his shirt off and were surprised at what they found, fresh pink skin, gauze covering stitched wounds some red and swollen with infection still attacking his system. He wouldn't meet their eyes as they discussed it over the top of him, found other things to look at, closed his eyes. The stitches in his arm were tight, packed gauze and paper tape an almost comforting feeling there where he'd only just healed. They changed his old bandages and started an IV of antibiotics after getting hold of his medical file, told him he'd need to stay in observation for an hour or two and as long as he tolerated the medication he'd be free to go. He closed his eyes, sank into the papery pillows propped up behind him and thought about the sound of the sirens screaming.

“You have a visitor,” she said. A nurse, a kind older woman in pink scrubs peeking behind his curtain. “Would you like me to bring him in?” Rossi, it had to be Rossi. No one else would dare, not after the way things happened. He shook his head.

“No,” he said softly. “Tell him to go and see Agent Morgan.” The room bore no resemblance to his room after Foyet, this one was nothing but a bed and a curtain that separated him and his IV from at least ten other people being quickly treated and released. He could hear the beeping of the machines faint in the distance, the course of the drugs through his system, the intense pain like his insides had been shredded beneath numb skin. He knew he was not there, with his eyes open he knew it - he was sitting with a change of clothes on the chair beside him thanks to Dave, alone and watching the clock for his imminent release. He wasn't dying and it wasn't the same, closing his eyes meant reliving it over and over anyway.

He held his arm against his midsection, it felt too numb and heavy hanging at his side, fingers alight with tiny sparks they assured him would pass sooner rather than later. No significant damage, nothing to worry about.

“I'd like you all to leave,” he announced, moments after entering. They all went quiet, eyes trained on him, a little frightened of his demeanor.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked, collecting his crutches and pulling himself upright. Hotch didn't respond, stared straight ahead at Morgan on the bed and Reid took that as all the answer he needed. It was shocking to all of them, Hotch could usually find some warmth for Reid and when he didn't, when there was only cold, they all understood. Morgan met his eyes with defiance and said nothing.

“I need to talk to Morgan in private,” he said it with a little more decorum, his words had softened betraying the scowl set in stone. JJ could chalk it up to pain, she could tell his arm hurt, the way he held it against himself and she would convince herself that was all it was. Reid could tell himself that Hotch was just worried about Morgan, mad at him for risking his life, they could both explain it away so easily as anything other than a deep rift between the two of them. A rift getting larger by the minute, more dangerous. Rossi stood back, taking in the situation and playing potential outcomes over in his mind, and finally it was Prentiss who had the nerve to take a stab at his unmitigated superiority.

“Can't this at least wait until he's not in a hospital bed?” She got nose to nose with him, the only person not currently in a hospital bed who had the nerve and she could feel the heat radiating from his anger. A spark in his eyes that told her to back up, he wasn't above fighting dirty, he had so little left to lose and he stood to gain even less. That wasn't Hotch in those cold, calculating eyes and she couldn't talk to whatever phantom it was haunting his mind.

He didn't bother to answer, just scowled at her and she was wise enough to know when to fight and when to back down with him. This was not a fight she could win. Rossi scooted her past, rested his hand on Hotch's shoulder a moment and told him to take it easy. Hotch bristled beneath the touch and shrugged it off. No eye contact. He closed the door, watched them linger just outside ready to jump in and defend Morgan if need be and he couldn't say he blamed them.

Morgan was the only one under the gun and the only one who seemed not even a little concerned. Didn't flinch or cower as Hotch approached his bed. He was more or less hoping not to have to deal with it, like he might have shocked it right out of him. He was lucky, they said, the bullet missed all major arteries and organs, he'd be released in the morning with crutches and a care plan but right now he was very happily enjoying a night on the best painkillers money could buy. The constant supply of popsicles and jello wasn't so bad either.

“What you did...” Hotch began, but Morgan in his pain medication induced haze interrupted him before he could get any further.

"Was exactly what you've been doing. Stupid? Yeah...yeah sure it was stupid." He grunted and huffed as he sat himself upright, half expected to find Hotch's hands at his side either pushing him back down or helping him up. Hotch did neither, just remained firm where he was standing and Morgan can see that he was trying to hide as much of himself behind that scowl as he could, hide his worry and frustration and fear back there behind spitting anger. As much as it hurt to move, he refused to let Hotch hover over him, have the upper hand. He'd meet him as close to eye to eye as he could, and if Hotch didn't back down he'd get out of the bed and get closer.

“Morgan,” Hotch tried to get the conversation back onto the track he'd intended but only found a brick wall. Morgan had already prepared himself for this next step, the moment he realized he was going to survive his own stupidity. Plenty of time to rehearse, work up some bravado.

“You wanna kill yourself, fine. Do it, but don't you dare make us watch. I've invested too many damn years of my life into this this team, this job, into you, for you to just throw it all away in the parking lot of some scuzzy roadside diner. You do that on your own damn time.”

Hotch was speechless, and Morgan could feel his opening. He'd derailed Hotch to the point of introspection, put words to something everyone had been tiptoeing around for weeks now. A moment of confusion, weakness was the opening he'd needed to get through to the other man. Slowly, he slid out of bed. Shaky on legs still coming back to life, pain in the fleshy place just above his hip where a tiny metal projectile tore through only hours before but he was okay, he could do this. He leaned against the bed, kept one hand firm on the rail as he leveled his glare at Hotch and refused to cease his assault.

“Don't you dare make me watch.” He was fighting tears at the ad admission of his own fear and he thought for a minute he saw his own emotion mirrored in Hotch's eyes. They'd gone from stormy slits to wide, shiny, sad. Tears, that's all he saw, his own, Hotch's, it didn't matter. In a sudden shift, he came close to apologizing for being too gruff, attacking too hard - he hadn't been prepared for the crush of what it would feel like to watch a man like Hotch crumble beneath the weight of something he said, something he felt.

Morgan took a step, bare foot sliding along the floor, dragging the other leg painfully behind him. He grabbed Hotch by the wrist and he glared into his eyes, blinking tears unabashedly from his eyes.

“What happened to you is fucked up and no one expects you to just...be okay. But this bullshit stops now. You tell me what you need and I'll help you, I'll do anything I can to make it better Hotch but you gotta stop all of this. I need your head in this game or I will go to Strauss, I'll tell her firsthand that you can't do this job. All those guys out there, they're fine with assuming you'll just come around but I'm done. I won't stand by and watch you kill yourself, Aaron.” He laid it all out and watched as Hotch in all his high mighty superiority deflated before his eyes. He let go of Hotch's wrist and sat back down, having made his point.

It took everything in him to keep standing as Morgan sat, adjusting the bed beneath him. He liked to play with the buttons.

“Excuse me,” he muttered and put his head down as he ducked out of the room, made his way for his car as quickly as he could. He knew Garcia brought it, she texted to let him know exactly where he'd find it before she went to visit Morgan. He saw her in the mess of his team outside of Morgan's door just waiting to go in and fix whatever it was Hotch had done behind the closed door. Garcia called to him, said hi on his way past and he didn't even look at her.

Behind the steering wheel he lost it, panicked breathing giving way to detonation. The shadows cast over the garage were ominous, long in the dead of night beneath harsh yellow light. Around him echoed the hum of engines, the scream of tires and brakes as cars came and went in the garage. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, pressed his forehead hard against the cold leather of the steering wheel to steady the involuntary shaking of his entire body. His heart hammered against his rib cage, reverberated up into his throat and he thought for a moment he might be sick. The world floated in and out of focus, sound was too pure too loud and then his ears popped and silence flooded his senses.

His phone rang in his pocket and with one hand shaking violently he pulled it out, tried to focus on the words dancing across the bright screen.

MORGAN CALLING

He threw it onto the dashboard and listened to the vibrating continue. It would cease momentarily only to start again and again. Texts began flying across the screen intermittently.

ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE

DAMMIT HOTCH

The team milled around in his room, Prentiss stretched out over the top of a chair like a lounging cat, Reid sitting on the doctor's stool, the rest either leaning against his bed or a wall. It was busy and full of excited talk, all too full of adrenaline from the night to go home and sleep it off. Morgan ignored it all, furiously typing and calling over and over. All caps, angry grunt, send. Repeat because eventually he'd answer and tell him to fuck off, right? Garcia reached up and ran her hand over his head, told him Hotch was okay, he was just upset - no one liked being called out, she reminded him.

"He's going through a hard time right now," she said, as if he didn't know that. He'd been pretty sure, over the last few weeks, that he was the only one who gave it any thought.

"Garcia," he grunted, hitting send on another angry message. "You think I don't know that?"

"Sorry, I'm just...you were shot. Can we just worry about that for a minute?"

ANSWER ME HOTCH. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU GO AND DO SOMETHING STUPID...

“Honey, he's fine, Rossi's going to go check on him.”

A knock at the window startled him and he squinted, peered into too bright lights and too dark shadows. Everything looked wrong, even Rossi looked wrong. He was gasping for air while Rossi watched him like a fish in a bow, tapping endlessly at the window.

“Aaron, let me in,” he said, tapping until Hotch hit the lock button. He couldn't fight it, Rossi could break into his car if he forced his hand, they both knew it. Sliding into the passenger seat, Rossi reached out and grabbed at the phone still lighting up endlessly. Hotch would rather he didn't but he couldn't speak, couldn't summon his voice.

“I've got him,” Rossi announced, pressing Hotch's phone to his ear. "He's in his car, he's okay. You didn't do anything. Morgan, please. I'll handle it.” Hotch could hear Morgan's voice on the other end of the line, couldn't make out words but the fear and desperation in his frantic shouting was clear as day.

“I'm okay, Dave,” Hotch whispered, his forehead still resting heavily against the steering wheel. He was breathing again, he had to or Rossi would never leave and all he wanted to do was go home. Rossi hung up the phone and set it back on the dash, didn't say a word as he folded his hands gently in his lap. He radiated an infuriating calm for someone sent on a mission to potentially stop his best friend from hurting himself, if Morgan's fear was to be trusted.

“Are you finished?” he asked quietly and Hotch nodded, leaned heavily back against the seat. “Good. Now listen to me. That kid up there thinks he's just pushed you over the edge...is he right?”

“No,” Hotch whispered through tear soaked lips, nose stuffed up miserably by his body's betrayal. Rossi nodded solemnly, tried to maintain his composure.

“Didn't think so. Do you want to tell me about it?”

“No.”

“Fair enough. Do you want to tell him about it?” Him, of course, meaning Morgan. The man who had approached each member of the team separately, worried about Hotch's dangerously volatile state of mind. Each of them turning him away, shrugging it off as just Hotch.

He regarded the question seriously, he didn't know any of that of course but he could feel it in Rossi's pointed words. Admitting that Morgan could see him was hard. Admitting that the Hotch he saw was the real Hotch, not the false man with the mask everyone else seemed to accept, more for their own comfort than his. The way Morgan cared for him was painful, the way he came running after him and dared to stand on the ledge with him, most often at great personal cost. Maybe he was also willing to push, sometimes, it came with the territory. Tonight he'd pushed.

“He's right upstairs waiting...”

“Not now,” he forced the words out through quaking vocal chords. He wasn't able to have a conversation, not with Rossi, not with anyone. It seemed to placate Rossi, cease the inquisition. “I'll do better,” he said and it was almost childlike, his walls were down and he was suddenly afraid everyone was upset with him. As their boss, giving orders that they didn't like didn't bother him in the least but when he considered them friends, when he walked that dangerous path, the idea that they might be disappointed in him or angry with him came as a crushing blow.

“Go home and get some sleep, Aaron.”

He didn't. Try as he might, he couldn't sleep, just curled up in his bed and spent more time diving in and out of fluorescent antiseptic nightmares. Nothing good could come of being in his apartment. Throwing on a hooded sweatshirt over his pajamas, he found himself in the hospital again. No suit and tie, no pinched scowl. Morgan was asleep in his bed, Garcia curled up beside him, room filled with balloons and flowers and love even for such a short stay. He closed his eyes, let the bright colors sink into him – his room was so different, cold and silent, lonely. Pale gray and muted sounds, pity seeped into all of the empty spaces when visitors came. There was no pity here.

“Sir?” He'd been standing there so long, eyes closed lost in some other place, some other time. He opened his eyes to the sight of Garcia in pajamas, smiling sweetly before him. “What are you doing here?”

“Couldn't sleep,” he replied, as if that really explained it. Somehow she accepted it. She saw Morgan's texts, watched him hang up and dial over and over, nearly throw his phone across the room and get out of bed to storm out after him. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on, a battle of wills between two intensely private men, but the fury was palpable and more than a little frightening in its severity. No one on the team had ever fought like this before.

“Sir, if I may...” she said quietly and he clammed up, whispered that he was sorry for intruding, it was a mistake. “Aaron,” she grabbed his hand. “Stay. He's been worried about you all night.”

“All the more reason for me to go,” he whispered sadly. "He needs rest." He shouldn't have come. It wasn't right, whatever this was that he was doing. She shook her head, dragged him into the room. She was emboldened there in the middle of the night, forcing him to sit down. He looked so soft in his sweatshirt and track pants, not quite pajamas but not dressed for work, floating somewhere in between.

"Would you like some tea? I'd like some tea..." She didn't wait for his reply before leaving him to sit beside Morgan's bed, listening to the humming of the blood pressure cuff inflating and deflating, the sounds of the nursing staff chatting over midnight coffee in the hallway.

“You should have taken more time off...” Morgan whispered, his words slurred by drugs and sleep. “34 days wasn't long enough.”

“What good would it have done?” Hotch asked, pressing his face into his hands. He'd known the minute she left, Morgan would talk, he could feel the way the other man shifted, pretended to sleep because it was easier for her. Morgan considered the question thoughtfully, he wasn't sure, not really. Maybe he'd been over simplifying a much more complex issue. “34 days. 60 days. 90 days. Foyet's still out there and I'm still...” Alone, he wanted to say but he couldn't make the word form on his lips. He was alone at home, he had a family when he was at work and that was the long and short of it. He wouldn't admit to it, not out loud, but Morgan knew exactly what he meant.

“Well...you would at least be able to put on your damn vest...” he muttered, one eye peeking open now. Hotch smirked.

“I'll be more mindful of my behavior in the field,” Hotch relented, finally, and Morgan smiled. It was as close to an admission of guilt as he was bound to get, and he was not going to push for more. He reached out, let one hand fall off the side of the bed, palm up waiting.

A passive invitation.

Hotch took it, gave it a small squeeze, a silent promise.

When Garcia returned with two paper cups of hot water ready to receive fancy tea bags right out of her bag of wonders, the room was quiet and Morgan was once more lying with his eyes closed. Hotch looked less troubled, she noted, and when she handed him the tea he accepted it gratefully. Almost smiled at her.

“I'm glad you came,” she said and he nodded, agreeing in silence. He focused on the heat from the cup in his hands and she frowns at his reluctance to speak, to open up. Not sure really what she'd expected, except that it was the middle of the night and she sat with two men licked by bullets earlier that night - a few words seemed like an easy sacrifice. They sipped their tea in silence and Morgan tried to sleep through it, listening to whisper thin conversation and warm silence.

“I'll see you in a couple of days, Penelope. Take care of him.”

“He loves you,” she called out after him, and she waited, watched him pause in the doorway like he might turn around and admit he loved Morgan too. Admit that they were friends, not just colleagues, not just partners in the field. She was certain Hotch needed to hear that they were his friends, now more than ever. He felt a tightness in his chest that propelled him further out of the room, faster. Garcia stood to follow, to continue, to over explain what she meant by her outburst but Morgan's hand looped around her wrist, pulled her back toward him.

“Let him go,” Morgan whispered. He was smiling.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked, horrified. “I just...I just...told him...and he...” Morgan didn't budge, he wouldn't say why he was suddenly overcome with a sense of peace between them. His presence, the idea that he charged through shadowy streets because he “couldn't sleep” and found his way to Morgan's bed side was all the apology, all the explanation, all the admission of friendship he needed. Whatever their hushed conversation said or didn't say, they'd both laid their chips on the table. It had gone better than Morgan had anticipated, from the moment he decided to charge that diner without his vest. Most of the time a Hail Mary failed, bombed, but he got lucky this time.

“No worries mama. It's all good. C'mere, give me some sugar.” He scooted over and pulled her into the bed with him, wrapped his arms around her and continued smiling as he fell fast asleep.

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jj jareau #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #david rossi #criminal minds fanfiction

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vrnicky · 3 years

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Cough don’t mind me, just a nameless anon here for an advertised match up. You DO NOT know me at all

Basic personality: Introvert, Socially anxious, need to muster up a lot of courage if i were to be the one approaching. Once i got comfy, jokester ensured, can may sometimes be a bit loud depends on the comfortable-ness of the relationship and the other’s energy. Will back pedal hard if i spot any sign of negativity, until the person reassured me that the feeling is no longer there or isn’t directed at me (still uneasy tho). Laid back, easy going, playful, not that good at expressing affection wholeheartedly, i can jokingly said to marry you but the best i can do when soothing ya is giving ya water i poured myself and listen. If ya ask for advice, bet yo bum i’m going to sit down with you and analyze the situation like some puzzle to solve. Am actually very soft spoken when need to (i’m a softie gremlin, no courage at all)

Interest wise: I like video games, bantering with others, joking. Just laying down and relaxing while listening to music, spending times with friends if i feel like it. Digging up informations of something that interest me. Wants to know everything about a situation before throwing hand, i like to analyze certain aspects.

Sometimes like to observe creatures, sight-seeing, night time strolling, playing kinds of games with ppl i like (cards, boards, video games,...), teasing and joking with others, punning and words play. A home person

Dislikes: Serious Overly emotional stuff, no time for myself, no equal grounds, being pushed (forced) to do something, isn’t left on my own merrit, no patience for me (can i sometimes be brain dead being irritated aint help), direct confrontation

Pet-peeves: Degrading, unnecessary shouting, feed backs are good but theres no need for the scolding tone. Pushing their views onto me, not respecting anything i do (am self critical enough). Short temper (cause if i know them and is comfortable with them i will go ape sh*t). Being unreasonable, can’t take jokes

My soul trait is Integrity i think

Ye totally an anon i dont know... just tagging @slice-of-ll for the funsies ;)

I match you with... Sans, the classic one! (Undertale)

Okay, im being totally bias with the stuff going with Ratsoh's server but when i read your info this was clicked more in my dumb dumb brain!

Sans is totally fine with you being an introvert! And is very patient if you were the only one who would start the conversation so dont worry about that, even if he doesn't have that much of energy by his side, he will enjoy your "loud" attitude if you're already comfortable with him of course.

You dont like that much of negativity in someone? Dont worry! Sans poker face is the best for that, tho its weird in him to have trouble with other people lol.

He clearly enjoys how playful and easy going you are and will totally respect if you can't express affection that much but dont say marry me because he will choke in his drink everytime (mostly ketchup lol).

Sans admire the people who enjoys working in their stuff and even if you dont enjoy it that much, he will never force you to do it or try harder or pushing you to over-do yourself, you will have your space as long as you give him space too.

The dates you will have with him might be in-doors like some series marathon or movie nights or a nice dinner just the two of you alone or there's always a chance in going to have a walk around the park too, but fancy stuff? Only if its really important but he will take you to grillby's either way.

Shouting or fights will never happend with him, joke fights sure because Sans is patient with you in every way without having you like a fragile doll, the communication you two would have is amazing.

You two mind ended up hearing the problems of your friends and analize like fricking detectives lol.

Hope you enjoy what you got!! <3

The second option was Farren or Lur if you were curious!

#just a chillin' taco #undertale #taco writes!#match up ask #match up request #match ups #matchups #matchup #taco answers!#anon ask!#asks #anon #undertale au #farmtale #farm bros #ut sans #ft papyrus #ft sans #matchups are open!

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haikyuu-philia · 5 years

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Jealous shiratorizawa or fukorodani bois if your choice. ^-^

(A/N) - Sometimes all we fangirls and -boys need are our favourite boys in their jealousy mode. I’ve chosen boys from both teams for you (^o^)

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In the Name of Jealousy

-> Headcanons for Jealous!Boys from Shiratorizawa and Fukuroudani

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

He totally isn’t the type to get jealous easily, but - trust me - he will sooner or later.

For you it will be hard to tell because he is highly skilled at containing himself and not expressing emotions outwardly. On the inside he will begin to overthink every single motion, word or sign coming from other boys, questioning whether he is making too much out of it or not.

Boys that share a lot of physical contact with you tend to make him jealous because that’s exactly what he is struggling with to give you.

Compared to the others, he happens to be the one to hate his own jealousy the most. He wants you to live freely and not put chains on you, though this stupid heartache triggers his anxiety about losing you to someone else.

In times of jealousy you might notice that he leaves little hints to give him a hug or a kiss. He just needs these as proof that you love him. Shower him with love!

Tendou Satori

Whenever he develops jealousy, it hits him really hard. No matter what situation you are in, his thoughts will start running down a negative spiral of fear.

He trusts you, he totally does, but his experience with bullying and low self-esteem make him doubt that you love him. To not bother you with it, he mostly decides to cover it up with a smile or laughter.

Be sure that any flirt attempts in public will be cut off directly, if Tendou is there. With a hand around your shoulder, a death glare and a sassy comment he will send enough signs about your relationship status.

Sometimes he doesn’t feel like he is good enough for you. Not the casual gentleman that is taking you out on romantic dates, leaving you cheesy notes or whatever happens in those type of movies.

As his self-esteem crumbles due to jealousy, you might find him to be more reserved and less clingy in private. Simply because that’s the only environment where he can let his guard down.

Semi Eita

Semi deals with jealousy like he is dealing with annoying people - Seemingly ignoring it until it piles up too much and it erupts in an outburst.

Most of the time he doesn’t care how much time you spent with other males, how much you talk about them or if someone else is flirting with you. But at some point, especially if combined with simply having a bad day or stress, he breaks internally.

Instead of shutting himself off, he will try to have these little moments of reassurance, like holding your hand whenever he gets the opportunity to.

Even though he might seem emotionless to others, he actually has a heart that will melt as soon as you are involved. He would do everything to make you smile. Therefore he gets pretty embarrassed and uncomfortable while speaking about his jealousy.

It won’t be hard to figure out that he is jealous of someone, it just doesn’t happen too often. Be prepared for a red-faced Semi!

Shirabu Kenjirou

In comparison to the others, he ranks a solid second when it comes to jealousy. Being the praised second year setter from Shiratorizawa, he always has high expectations in himself. Therefore he is just as afraid to not reach them.

With all this pressure on him, he finds himself snapping rather easily once his emotions get involved because he gets overwhelmed by them. This is exactly what he will beat himself up for over and over again.

Those little dates where he doesn’t have to be perfect at all will help him to calm down again. He enjoys them specifically with not a lot of other people around. Just you and him together at some uncrowded place.

Shirabu will personally drag you out of public flirting situations without holding back at all. Utter disgust about the behaviour of others will shake his body and color his cheeks red afterwards.

Hugs are a must for this gremlin, but only in private. Please wrap your arms around him before he will explode when he silently curses to himself.

Bokuto Kotarou

Unsurprisingly, he tops the ranking of jealousy! But is also the one that will absolutely not hide it, no matter the circumstances. He will let you know once his is unsatisfied with something.

Despite his normally good attitude because communication happens to be key, his way of dealing with it differs quite a lot from usual conversations with him.

Seriously, he will lay on top of you on the couch, rest his chin on your chest and look at you with sad puppy - or should I say owl - eyes before mumbling his concerns.

Most of the time, he will state that he is in desperate need of more affection or he will need some praise for his skills and achievements. A bit of attention will do the trick to make him know how much you care about him.

Out of sincere curiosity he will ask you many questions about your day or the people you’ve met. With his sensitive mood, this might also result in jealousy even though it totally wasn’t meant to be. A head pat will make it better incredibly fast!

Akaashi Keiji

Not the most jealous, but also not the least jealous. There are a lot of other things that concern him more than your male friends or some random dude flirting with you on the street, like planning the next date.

To be honest, introducing you to Bokuto prepared him a lot because Akaashi got used to someone talking with you all the time, hugging you during every encounter and sometimes even unconsciously flirting with you.

So, all in all he happens to be pretty calm about this whole topic.

Except for those times when self-esteem issues hit him straight in the face. With his casual poker face he will try to just push through, especially because he always tells himself that jealousy is a sign of how much he adores you.

A movie night with his head resting on your shoulder while you are stroking his hair will make up for these particularly hard days. Though he fears to bother you with it, he can feel himself relax when he speaks about his worries.

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Posted: March 21st 2020 | Requests: Open | Match-ups: Closed

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smokestarrules · 4 years

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The Student Council of Kakegurui Compulsive Gambler

(Minus Itsuki bc she was literally just on it for two eps)

Kirari Momobami:

"Sometimes I let my matches burn down to my fingers just to feel something, anything"

Likes a game

"Sister let me masquerade as you for a few days so I can reveal myself during a gamble it'll be so dramatic and mystical"

Could and probably will kill you

"They think I'm being silent and mysterious but really I've had wii music playing on repeat in my head"

Probably was that one kid who managed to keep a goldfish alive for years

Sayaka Igarashi:

Very Stressed All The Time

Needs a Nap

Is very thirsty

Like. VERY thirsty

Just wants things to get Done but the rest of them are all chaotic as shit so she never can

Probably has a mental breakdown every other night

Wants people to act logically but knows that'll never happen

Ririka Momobami:

Actual Baby

"If I just put all my emotions in this box I'll never have to deal with them until I die"

Needs a hug

A shy bean

"What can I do to avoid my crippling fear of talking to people when I'm the Vice President of the school? Wear a creepy mask with a voice modulator of course"

Also wears the mask because she has no poker face in interacting with human beings

Will cry if you shout at her

Creepy person with a mask always covering her face? She must be scary.

SIKE she's just a baby with anxiety

Runa yomozuki:

Annoying and knows it

Loves drama but never participates

Big sweet tooth

Never seen anywhere without her onesie. Midari once swears she saw her bathing in it

They're not sure how she's alive. no one has ever seen her eat anything other than lollipops

Gremlin

Kaede Manyuda:

Kind of a butt

Thinks he's all that but he's not

Would beat you in chess

Would just beat you in general

Doesn't understand social cues

"Was she flirting with me?" "Kaede she literally launched herself at you." "Yes but was she flirting with me?"

Got his ass beat so hard his hair turned into an old man's because of it

Tbh deserved it

Midari Ikishima:

Batshit insane

Would kill a man for a dollar

Would kill HERSELF for a dollar

Just wants Senpai (Yumeko) to notice her

Consequently, the most hated by Yumeko

Yuriko Nishinotouin:

Also very stressed

Probably has heart issues tbh

Is somehow both overconfident and has self-esteem issues

Very done with Kirari's shit

Just wants to graduate and be Done With It

Forever mood is Done™

The Mom Friend

Yumemi Yumemite:

Would kill everyone in the world for a snickers

youre not you when youre hungry

Hates the world

Surprisingly good actress. it helps when you're holding in so much suppressed rage

One and only true friend is her manager

Probably has a few dead bodies to her name

#kakegurui #KKG #kirari momobami #sayaka igarashi #ririka momobami #runa yomozuki #kaede manyuda #midari ikishima #yuriko nishinotouin #yumemi yumemite #i love them all lmao #mine #compulsive gambler #Smokey Speaks

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pearlycove · 4 years

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Could i request headcanons for Mista and Ghiaccio with a crush that has a super scary lookin stand? Like the stands grotesque af but its calm and gentle :0

Ooh I love this!!! My own fan stand is really unsettling looking so I really feel this lmao. Scary looking things that are gentle, that’s that good stuff 👀👌👌

When Their Crush Has A Super Scary Looking Stand / Guido Mista, Ghiaccio

Rated: sfw

Guido Mista

Oh boy

He's absolutely smitten with you, he thinks you're great, he loves everything about you.

But, if he said wasn't super freaked out by your stand, he'd be lying.

This sweet dude tries SO hard to be chill whenever you bring your stand out.

He'll act like absolutely nothing is freaky here at all, nope nothing.

A bunch of nervous laughs while he tries to prove that he's not afraid of your stand.

You 100% can see through it, bless his heart.

He's just CRAZY about you, and doesn't want to ruin anything he could have with you.

As entertaining as it can be sometimes to watch Mista silently freak out like nothing's wrong, you do help him out.

You help him see that despite your stand's appearance, theres really nothing to be afraid of!!

In fact, Mista might even make the argument that your stand is much more pleasant and calm to be around than the little gremlins that are the Sex Pistols.

He falls for you even harder.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is MUCH better at hiding his intimidation from your stand than Mista is.

He is still very much freaked out by it, but he's more of a "Oh holy shit dont look at it oh my god this is so scary" while keeping a straight poker face.

You're already slightly intimidating to him because he likes you so much, and the fact that your stand is so frightening just adds to it.

He stays very guarded and will look anywhere but your stand and barely even meet your eyes if your stand comes out.

He's just trying SO HARD not to absolutely freak out and risk hurting your feelings.

He won't pretend to not be afraid, but he will very quickly remove himself from the situation as fast as he can with a straight face.

After he's shown how gentle your stand actually is, he's much more relaxed around it.

It still startles him a bit when he sees it, but he knows you, and he knows how you really are in your soul. He knows that there's nothing to be afraid of.

#jjba x reader #guido mista x reader #ghiaccio x reader #jjba #guido mista #ghiaccio #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #jojos bizarre adventure

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headfulloffantasies · 4 years

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Consequences

The title of Mand’alore catches up with Din Djarin.

Part 4 of Clones and Kings

Read on Ao3

“Do you think all of Master Yoda’s species have Jetii powers, or are we just lucky enough to find another one?” Wolffe asked Rex.

They sat side by side on the ramp of Mando’s ship drinking in the first rays of sun Rex had seen since Jakku. The Mandalorian had left them to guard the ship at the landing dock while he took Not-So-Yoda to pick up supplies at the market. Five credits said Mando would come back with a new toy for the kid.

“I don’t know. The kid still gives me this look sometimes like he knows what I’m thinking,” Rex grumbled.

“That’s not hard, vod,” Wolffe joked. “You have a terrible poker face.”

Rex shoved his brother’s shoulder. He missed this. The camaraderie between clones. It had been far too long.

“Well?” Rex asked Wolffe. “What will you do now?”

Wolffe turned his mechanical eye towards Rex. “I want to rejoin our brothers. Do you know if any others live?”

Rex shook his head. “You’re the only vod I’ve found since the end of the war.”

“And the Jedi?” Wolffe asked.

“The baby or Luke Skywalker?” Rex asked.

“I was thinking Commander Tano,” Wolffe growled. “I’d like to serve under someone from the old days.”

Rex closed his eyes and basked in the sun. “I’m here on Commander Tano’s orders. She’s doing shadow ops these days.”

Wolffe scoffed. “You don’t look very undercover, brother. Babysitting doesn’t suit a Captain.”

“I’m doing my best,” Rex answered. “Commander Tano said watch the Mandalorian and the foundling. That’s what I’m doing.”

“Speak of the devil,” Wolffe nudged Rex.

Mando came lumbering out of the crowded port towards them. He had two bursting satchels slung over his shoulders and Yoda the Younger riding his hip carrier.

Rex stood and wiped his hands on his pants.

“Hold him,” Mando dumped mini-Yoda in Wolffe’s lap. Wolffe froze. Mando ignored the clone’s obvious discomfort. Rex smirked. Served Wolffe right for teasing Rex about the kid.

“Let me help,” Rex offered Mando. He took one of the satchels off Mando’s shoulder.

“Din Djarin.”

Mando went stiff as a board. His hand drifted to his blaster. Rex craned his neck to see over Mando’s shoulder.

“Kriff,” Rex spat. He unfortunately recognised the red-haired woman marching towards them with her blue helmet under her arm.

“Is it too late to run?” Mando asked.

“Pretty sure she’s seen you,” Rex answered. “You could try shooting.”

“Din Djarin,” Bo Katan repeated. She came to a halt with a respectable space between them. Then she dropped to one knee. “All hail the Mand’alor.”

Rex gaped. Mando still didn’t turn around. His shoulders had come up around his helmet.

Wolffe made a choked noise. “You’re the Mand’alor?”

“Mand’alor,” Bo Katan said to Mando’s back. “It’s time to return to your duties as ruler.”

“I am doing my duty,” Mando turned sharply to look down at her. “You and the other advisors were informed of my intentions to collect my son while the Jedi is busy.”

Bo Katan scowled. “Yes, but we assumed you’d bring the child home with you. Not gallivant around the galaxy reliving your bounty hunting glory days again.”

Mando went silent and still. Rex took a half step back. Mando radiated violence from every line of his armour.

“Inside. Now,” Mando finally ground out.

Bo Katan straightened up and followed on Mando’s heels up the ramp into the ship. Rex trailed behind. He glanced back at Wolffe still sitting in dazed confusion. Yoda in Training took the opportunity to climb up Wolffe’s arm and sit on his shoulder.

“Come on,” Rex snapped. “Bring the kid. They might reconsider tearing each other to pieces in front of a child.”

Mando stomped into the cargo space where the carbonite freezer blinked and the frozen bounty sat in its slab. Rex hoped Mando’s helmet was heat shielded from the death-rays Bo Katan beamed at the back of his head. Mando grabbed the bounty and spun the slab around so Bo Katan could see its face.

“Do you know him?” Mando asked.

Bo Katan barely flicked her eyes disdainfully over the frozen Devorian. “No. Should I?”

“This man,” Mando explained. “Was selling beskar. He claimed he got it off a Mandalorian he killed.”

Rex shuddered.

Bo Katan crossed her arms. “So, you avenged a brother. That doesn’t-.”

Mando cut her off. “The galaxy’s underworld needs to learn that beskar belongs to the Mandalorians. I intend to make the life of anyone selling beskar unprofitable. Once they realise the steep punishment for trading our heritage, no one will want to buy beskar. Then the Mand’alor can sweep in and claim the remnants to give back to our people.”

Bo Katan chewed on this. From her pinched eyebrows she clearly thought it foolhardy.

Rex found himself staring at Mando in a new light. The man had honour in spades. And patience and ruthlessness to carry out his ambitious plan.

“That will take time,” Bo Katan finally said.

“Yes,” Mando inclined his head.

Bo Katan visibly struggled with this concept. “Fine.” She bit out. “I assume you have your next target.”

“Yes.”

Bo Katan lifted her chin. “Then I will accompany you.”

“Absolutely not,” Mando snapped.

Bo Katan didn’t back down. They locked in an intense stare. It didn’t really seem fair when Mando had his helmet to shield his face. Rex read the resolution in the line of his shoulders while Bo Katan grit her teeth.

“You may accompany us on your own ship,” Mando relented, much to Rex’s surprise.

“How gracious of you,” Bo Katan bowed her head. Mando escorted her off the ship.

Rex watched them go by in bewilderment. He caught Wolffe’s eye. Wolffe looked twice as flabbergasted as Rex. Good. Rex was the superior officer. He shouldn’t experience the same surprise as someone under his command.

Itty bitty Yoda saw a chance with Wolffe distracted and wiggled out of his grip. Rex dove and caught him before the kid could make another of his famous escape attempts.

Mando came back with defeat dragging down his shoulders.

“Why’d you let her tag along?” Rex blurted out.

Mando took Yoda Junior from Rex’s hands. “She’d only follow us anyways. At least she’s not trying to kill me for the Darksaber this time.”

“You’re the Mand’alor,” Wollfe gasped. Mando refused to respond. He tucked his child into his arms and swept up into the cockpit and sealed the door.

Wolffe pointed up the ladder. “He’s the Mand’alor.”

Rex dropped a hand on Wolffe’s shoulder. “Steady. Take a breath.”

Wolffe’s hands came up and gripped either side of Rex’s face. “Holy kriff, that madman is the Mand’alor!”

Rex carefully extricated himself from Wolffe’s fingers. “Do you need to sit down?”

Rex assumed Mando had locked the cockpit because Mando had finally decided to indulge in his afternoon meal. He’d open it after he had his helmet back in place. For now, Rex reckoned he’d like to catch up on some much-needed sleep.

Rex laid out his bedroll on the floor and placed his blasters within reach. “Wake me in thirty,” he instructed Wolffe.

Rex woke in twenty to something punching the breath out of his solar plexus. Rex bolted up. Huge liquid eyes stared back at him.

“I told him to let you sleep,” Mando’s tired voice said from above. “I don’t know if he understands words yet.”

The twitch of Un-Yoda’s smile said he knew exactly what people told him but he enjoyed chaos too much to bother obeying. Master Yoda had shared the same wrinkled smirk. Rex narrowed his eyes. The child mimicked him and showed off his sharp teeth.

Rex scooped up the child and held him at arms length far away from those biters.

Mando took the kid again. “We’re almost there,” he said. He trekked back up to the cockpit, his cape swirling behind him. He left the door open. Rex took it as an invitation. He started for the ladder.

Mando had the Wee Little Yoda asleep in his lap. The kid made cooing sounds in his sleep.

Rex sat in the co-pilot’s seat. Mando said nothing for a long time. Rex relaxed into the silence. He stared out at the glowing streaks of stars passing by. Mando’s helmet caught the glint as he turned towards Rex.

“Do you think I’m being an irresponsible leader?” Mando asked.

Rex thought he was asking a question high above Rex’s paygrade, but he answered anyways. “I think a ruler’s responsibility is to take care of the people around him. So, if he never leaves the throne room, well.” Rex left that there. “But a ruler who knows the needs of his people because he’s out among them is a good man in my books.”

Mando sighed. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Rex nodded. He’d known the Mandalorian from the first day they’d met. The man was simple. That didn’t mean he was foolish. He was probably the wisest person Rex had ever met. That included Master Yoda, because the old gremlin hadn’t managed to see a Sith plot ten years in the making. Rex might have a bias. Didn’t make him wrong. The point was; Mando wanted two things out of life. To care for his son, and to live his Creed. It didn’t seem like much to ask. Too bad Bo Katan thought different.

“How many Mandalorians have you tried giving the Darksaber to?” Rex asked carefully.

Mando tipped his helmet. “Everybody but Boba Fett.”

Rex imagined Boba Fett leading an army of beskar clad Mandos. It would be like someone unleashing a nuclear bomb to get rid of an anthill.

“That’s smart,” Rex squeaked.

“Fett commed me right after I got it and threatened to dismember me if I offered it to him,” Mando finished.

That tracked actually. Fett had complicated history with Mandalore and he had his hands full on Tatooine last Rex heard.

“We’re here,” Mando announced. They dropped out of hyperspace.

Rex had to know something before they plunged into the lion’s den.

“What is this really all about?”

Mando leaned back in his seat. “Mandalorians have been hunted for our beskar ever since our ancestors abandoned Mandalore. There are those who would see our reuniting as strategically unwise. Before I ask them to make themselves vulnerable, I have to prove I can protect them.”

And that right there was why Bo Katan could never rule Mandalore while Mando lived. She just couldn’t compare. Nice try, Princess. Come back with some scruples and a better attitude.

The planet they’d landed on looked like a wasteland. Only sparse vegetation managed to poke through the grey dust. The trees grew twisted in spindly bunches. A dark fog spread over Rex’s feet as they exited the ship.

Bo Katan’s ship landed behind them. She emerged with her helmet on and guns at the ready. Mando leaned casually against the side of his ship with Yoda the Imposter snuggled into the satchel at his hip.

“Alright,” Bo Katan said. “Where’s your beskar thief?”

“This way,” Mando stalked silently into the gloom. Rex and Wolffe exchanged a look. They followed at a distance.

“Not many heat sources on this planet,” Wolffe reported, tapping his cybernetic eye. “Place seems abandoned.”

“So, it’s a good spot for lowlifes to hide,” Rex summed up.

Wolffe shrugged. They trekked through the fog. Rex kept his blasters in hand. Nothing moved in the sparse trees. The dry earth under their boots crackled with every step.

They approached a ridge of rock. Mando stopped.

“Hang on,” Mando started. “Something’s not right.”

A blaster bolt scorched the ground inches from Mando’s boot. He drew and shot in the blink of an eye. Rex pulled Wolffe behind a boulder. A bolt cracked against the stone above his head. Rex heard the sound of return fire.

Rex leaned out to sneak a peek. Mando hadn’t moved. He held his ground and aimed his blaster.

“We have to retreat!” Rex yelled. “There’s not enough cover here.”

Mando didn’t seem to hear. He sprayed the ridge with a shower of fire. The return shot clipped him on the pauldron. The force of the blow spun him to the side. Rex’s stomach jolted as he realised Mando had shown his vulnerable flank. He opened his mouth to shout.

Bo Katan barrelled out of nowhere and crashed into Mando. She tackled him behind a tree. Rex ducked back into his hiding spot.

“I thought the Jedi were bad,” Wolffe growled. “But Mando’s kriffing crazy.”

The blaster fire from the ridge stopped.

One by one their rag tag crew peeked out of their cover.

Rex risked stepping out from behind the boulder. He pointed his blasters. No bolts came careening to cut him down.

“All clear,” Rex announced.

Wolffe joined him, spitting curses.

Rex turned at a sound of surprise from Bo Katan.

Mando shoved himself into Bo Katan’s face. “Don’t do that again.”

Bo Katan met his ire with her own venom. “It is my responsibility to defend the Mand’alor.”

“You shame me in battle again and I’ll throw you in a sarlacc pit,” Mando growled.

A squeak came from Mando’s satchel. The tension dropped from his shoulders. He pulled Yoda the Pretender from his pouch. The tiny toddler gripped Mando’s thumb tightly.

If Rex wasn’t still worried about blaster bolts raining down from above, he would have melted over the Jedi baby.

“Can we please find some new cover?” Wolffe voiced Rex’s thoughts.

Mando and Bo Katan broke apart. Mando reached for the side of his helmet. Rex assumed he was shifting through heat scans, looking for the trail their mark might have left.

“This way,” Mando headed out around the side of the ridge.

Bo Katan watched him go. Rex gestured for her to follow, determined to keep his position as rear guard. He had some experience from chasing around kriffing Jedis.

They moved as a tight knot through the trees. Wolffe bumped his shoulder against Rex’s.

“Does this feel like an ambush to you?”

Rex nodded. “The shooter had us pinned down. He didn’t need to retreat. Unless.”

“Unless he went to warn his backup.”

Rex scanned their surroundings and cursed the fog.

The rounded a bend and ran straight into four bandits armed to the teeth.

“Kark!” Rex shouted. They were surrounded.

Wolffe and Rex moved as one; diving behind the nearest tree. Splinters and blaster bolts rained over Rex’s head.

Mando landed in the dirt next to him. Mando grunted and gripped his side.

“You hit?” Rex demanded. He raked his eyes over the spot where Mando pressed his hand. Bless the armour for saving Mando’s life and curse it at the same time for hiding the injury from Rex’s sight.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mando shouted back. He yanked out his blaster and took up firing along with Rex. Rex had a kriffing time getting a single shot off with the sharpshooter pinning them against the trees. He also had no eyes on Bo Katan. Much as he disliked her, Rex hated to think she might have fallen.

Finally, Rex caught a break in the assault. He peeked around the tree trunk. Two of the four bandits were advancing. Rex aimed at the Twi’lek holding an elctro-spear.

Sizzling electricity leaped from the tip of the spear and arced past Rex’s ear. He ducked back and jostled Wolffe.

“This feels familiar,” Rex shouted in Wolffe’s ear.

“We’re evenly matched now,” Wolffe yelled back.

“Hold your fire!” A male voice suddenly ordered. The bandits quit shooting. Rex leaned around the tree.

The tall Twi’lek twirled his electro-spear. He surveyed their little group.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” the Twi’lek bared his eye teeth in a nasty grin. “We’re going to pry those two Mandalorians out of their armour and sell that beskar for a fortune. You other two can either help us and take a share of the money; or you can die just the same.”

“I got a counter offer for you,” Wolffe shouted. “You can take that spear and ram it where the sun don’t shine.”

The Twi’lek’s face turned stormy. “Fine. Have it your way.”

The other bandits lifted their weapons and renewed their firing. Rex ducked back down.

Mando shoved Not-Yoda into Rex’s hands. “Watch him. I got this.”

Mando vanished like a puff of smoke. Rex cradled the child against his chest to shield him from the stray blaster bolts. Sharp claws found their way past the collar of his breast plate to cling to his shirt.

“It’s okay,” Rex promised. “Your buir has a plan.”

The crack of shots continued to deafen Rex.

A sudden explosion rocked Rex against the tree. He curled around the Jedi child as debris rained down. Rex poked his head out.

Mando stood in the center off the destruction. Even through the smoke Rex could see his chest heaving. Three of the bandits lay on the ground at his feet. Rex didn’t see the Twi’lek leader.

Out of the smoke, a figure tackled Mando. Mando threw him off. Rex heard the groan as Mando pressed a hand to his side. The thick fabric between the beskar plates looked darker than it should.

The Twi’lek rolled and came up with a vibroblade. He slashed at Mando with the knife. Mando brought his arms up and caught the blade on his vambraces. The screech of metal on metal shrieked in Rex’s ears. He grabbed his blaster and took aim. The Twi’lek danced around Mando, hopping and weaving so much Rex couldn’t get a good shot.

A lucky kick knocked Mando’s feet out from under him. He hit the ground in a clank of armour. The Twi’lek raised the knife over his head. Rex shouted too late.

“Djarin!” Bo Katan plowed out of nowhere. Her wrist blade blocked the vibroblade’s descent. She plunged her other wrist blade into the Twi’lek’s chest. The bandit made a gurgling noise Rex wished he could block out. The body dropped and landed on top of Mando.

Bo Katan kicked the corpse aside. She offered her hand to Mando. He smacked her hand away. Mando got to his wobbly feet. He wiped the blood from his breast plate. He left a horrible handprint smeared across the silver beskar.

Rex hurried to Mando’s side. Yoda’s Progeny whined and begged for his father.

For the first time, Mando ignored his son. He pressed his visor into Bo Katan’s face.

“I warned you not to do that again.” Mando’s voice growled through his vocoder.

Bo Katan lifted her chin. The painted eyes on her helmet were cold. “If you died in battle, that kriffer becomes the next Mand’alor. I can’t let that happen.”

“Not until you get your shot first,” Mando snapped back. “We’re done.”

“You can’t dismiss me,” Bo Katan snarled. “I’m the rightful heir to the throne of Mandalore.”

“You want your throne?” Mando unclipped the Darksaber from his belt.

Rex held his breath.

Mando extended the saber hilt to Bo Katan. “Go on. Take it.”

Bo Katan seethed in silence.

“That’s what I thought.” Mando turned his back on her.

“I will challenge you for the throne,” Bo Katan promised.

“I appreciate the warning,” Mando drawled. He limped back the way they’d come.

Wolffe caught Rex’s eye and raised an eyebrow. Rex shrugged. They fell in together and trailed behind Mando.

They were barely a pace out of Bo Katan’s view when Mando’s knees buckled. Wolffe snagged his arm and kept him from cracking his bucket against a tree.

“Kriff,” Wolffe hissed. “You got bacta on the ship?”

Mando nodded.

“Alright. You’re going to have to walk. I can’t carry your weight in beskar.”

Rex carried the anxious Yoda the Younger after his father leaning hard against Wolffe’s side. The child whined and wiggled, reaching for his buir.

“He’s alright,” Rex tried to soothe the tiny Jedi. “Your buir is strong.”

They got to the ship and Wolffe dragged Mando up the ramp. Mando directed Wolffe to the med kit. Wolffe flipped it open and started rifling through the contents.

Rex knelt beside Mando sitting with his back against the ship’s wall. Blood had soaked through the flight suit under Mando’s arm. Rex set the Jedi down and grabbed for the clasps on Mando’s breast plate. A gloved hand clamped down on Rex’s wrist.

“Don’t,” Mando growled.

“We got to get at the wound,” Rex explained.

“I’ll do it myself,” Mando grabbed the kit from Wolffe. He threw himself at the cockpit ladder.

Wolffe yelped a protest. “You’re going to need help.”

“It’s forbidden,” Mando insisted.

“Fine,” Rex snapped. “But if you die up there, I’m not delivering the Darksaber to Bo Katan. I’d rather eat my bucket.”

Mando managed a bark of a laugh. “I’ll make it my final wish to have that kriffing thing tossed in a supernova.”

“That I can do,” Rex promised.

The cockpit sealed behind Mando. Wolffe stood at the door and stressed in silence so strongly that Rex was certain he would manifest the emotion as a Force Ghost.

“Make sure to use plenty of gauze,” Wolffe called through the door. “And more bacta is better than too little.”

“Vod,” Rex snapped. “He knows what he’s doing.”

“Are you sure?” Wolffe snarled back. “That kriffer jumped into an ambush to detonate a karking bomb. I don’t put much stock by whatever brains he might have left in that bucket.”

“Stop being a mother bantha,” Rex grumbled.

The door opened. Mando stomped out right past Wolffe and Rex to snatch up Small Fry Yoda. He slapped the panel that revealed his private bunk. Mando paused there, not turning to look at them.

“Thank you. I owe you a debt,” he said.

“The only thing you owe us for is forcing us to work with Bo Katan,” Rex answered.

They couldn’t see Mando’s smile, but Rex watched Mando’s shoulders relax. He retreated into the bunk and closed the door behind him. Rex and Wolffe exchanged a look.

“Do you think he sleeps with the bucket on?” Wolffe asked.

“I can hear you,” Mando’s muffled voice came through the door.

End

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a-little-slice-of-fandom · 4 years

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Anne's characterization is bad. She's without a doubt the most intelligent and analytical queen. She single handedly manipulated the most important men of England to break up with the most important organization in the world. She'd not be a "chaotic gremlin", she was a master at social rules and managed to not sleep with the king while still keeping him interested for 10 years. She did not became a queen on accident and I hate that her song make it sounds like things just sorta happened to her:)

So this has been in my inbox since yesterday, but then everything with that one annoying anon happened so I wanted to wait to post this.

(Also before people come for me I’m first and foremost an English student. Discussing characters, what makes them likeable, their subtext etc is literally what I do to pass the time. I see this from a dramatic perspective, not a historical one, but as six is a musical it’s important to view both the history and the dramatic elements as equally important)

So firstly I wouldn’t say the character is bad. She’s not historically accurate, she’s probably the least historically accurate out of all the queens...but as a character she’s actually really good. I mean, she’s the the definition of “loveable asshole” and rarely do you see female characters written like that. Mostly they’re just labelled as bitches. Boleyn is spiteful, competitive, silver tongued, unapologetic and aggressive when she wants to be. But she still manages to be a generally likeable character. And she’s never villainised for being the way she is, that’s just her personality. Boleyn could have easily been portrayed as the villain of six...but she isn’t. She’s just a woman. Yes, she’s all the other things I listed, but she’s got her sense of humour, her relatability and her moments where her facade completely breaks. I always love how Vicki did the “what was I meant to do” before shouting “he’s actually going to chop my head of!” Vicki sounds genuinely TERRIFIED at that moment, and it’s such a cool contrast to her very mean-spirited version of the character. And I don’t know, I like that?

But I will address the “chaotic gremlin” Boleyn as well. This idea is a fandom thing that comes from the megasixes, where Millie would often act very chaotically and because a lot of people didn’t have access to the show and were just going off the album and the megasixes, people assumed that’s how Boleyn is in the script. But she’s really not, at least, when you look deeper into the script. In the actual show, while Boleyn can cause chaos but she’s not always defined by this chaotic spirit. Millie Boleyn isn’t actually that chaotic, in fact she’s one of the more balanced Boleyns. I’m not denying that as time has went on, there haven’t been chaotic Boleyn’s, but that’s more due to actresses feeling they have to conform to the fandom expectation in my opinion than the script itself. The most distinct versions of Boleyn are Ashleigh and Christina, from the student and studio casts respectively. Because they weren’t confined to the fandom expectation, they have some of the most interesting versions of the character. Ashleigh especially feels refined and calculating.

Lastly, I’m just going to talk about this idea of manipulation. Because the queens are trying to manipulate the audience. Think about it: this is a competition to see who will be the leading lady of the band and the audience are supposed to decide. So the queens, in theory, have to play to the audience and get them on their side. They have to make the audience like them.

Some queens are really bad at playing to the audience. Seymour garners a lot of goodwill from Heart of Stone and gets the audience on her side...but she forgets to keep the audience on her side. I mean, she’s so insanely petty and she literally gets up in Aragon’s face and screams at one point. Seymour isn’t good at playing to the audience. Parr makes no effort to play to the audience before her own song. She doesn’t want anything to do with the competition, and while her efforts to keep the competition fair may gain her some points with the audience, it isn’t anything groundbreaking. All of parr’s iconic lines come after IDNYL, after the competition has been shattered anyway. Cleves does play to the audience, but in a different way. She’s not going to play misery poker, but rather is laughing along with the audience, hyping herself up and letting everyone have a good time. I mean, she often compliments the audience members and dances with someone. She knows she won’t win the competition (and frankly, she doesn’t want to) but she still will have a good relationship with the audience and make them like her.

At the end of the day, the queens are trying to manipulate the audience to like them. But who is the best queen at manipulating the audience? Who plays to them constantly and is constantly hammering how how relatable they are? Boleyn...and also Howard but for the purpose of this discussion it’s Boleyn.

Boleyn is constantly playing to the audience, manipulating the situation and making them like her. She’s got the catchiest song firstly. She’s one of the most casual queens to the audience “My name is Catherine of Aragon” vs “I’m that Boleyn girl” for example. She pulls Aragon to the forefront of DLUH specifically to make fun of her, taking the wind out of Aragon’s sails and undermining No Way. After Seymour and Howard’s emotional songs? Boleyn instantly swoops in to make jokes at their expenses and get the audience to laugh along with her. She’s always playing to the audience. She never lets it slip from your mind that she’s the most relatable queen, and that you should like her. That’s pretty smart if you ask me!

Also Boleyn is the best at manipulating the other queens as well, and can read the social situation between the other queens the best (along with Cleves but Cleves just feels like she doesn’t want a fist fight on her hands). Boleyn always knows exactly what to say to push someone’s buttons, but also knows when to back off to make sure the audience still root for her (unlike Seymour). She only gets super aggressive after AYWD, when she’s realised that there’s another queen who is equally relatable as her, but more sympathetic. And then she starts to panic.

In regards to don’t lose ur head, it’s actually another tricky discussion because a lot of it can be read as sarcasm or Boleyn making fun of herself. Courtney Bowman is literally the most sarcastic Boleyn out there, to the point where none of her song comes off as serious. “Politics? Not my thing” often comes off as a blatant lie for many of the boleyns, and like I said, we know that she’s great at manipulating the situations in the show so clearly she is good at politics? The thing is, we can’t just take what the characters say in their song as 100 percent true...we need to look at their actions as well. And again, if Boleyn wants to be seen as relatable, she doesn’t just want to go saying about how she was super sneaky and a great social player. That’s counter intuitive! The competition is to make the audience think you had the worst time, and Boleyn understands that! She’s literally manipulating the truth so you like her more!

And lastly, Toby and Lucy have both discussed how they sort of regret what they did with Boleyn, and I’m totally aware that I might be reading way to much into all of this. But I don’t know...I think that, at least as a character (not an accurate representation of the historical Boleyn) Boleyn can be good.

#enya discusses: six #six the musical #six #sixthemusical #anon #ask #six: west end cast #six: studio cast #six: student cast #ask answered #anonymous #anonymous ask

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SaiOuWeek | Day Two | Despair Disease

Ouma loses the ability to lie. Saihara deals with the aftermath, namely Ouma being too sick to move out of his bed.

Ouma was dying. His head hurt, his whole body ached, and his nose was stuffy. He didn’t want to move and sometimes he got chills. But the worst part of it all…

Momota had been sleeping under the table the whole time, noticeably unkempt. Harukawa was baking cookies for everyone in the kitchen. Akamatsu was extremely cold towards everyone around her. Hoshi was energetic and seemed happy for once. Gokuhara called everyone rude names.

Ouma had been weirdly quiet the entire time, not answering most of the words that came his way. You’d think he would say a snarky remark, but he didn’t. Not a peep.

“Hey, Ouma-kun?” Saihara said. “Are you alright? You’ve been quiet this whole time…”

“No, not really,” Ouma said. “I’ve gotten like, two hours of sleep, my head feels like shit, and I-” Suddenly, he put his hands over his mouth. “Shit. Forget I said anything.”

“Ouma-kun?”

“Just forget it, alright! I don’t want to talk about this.”

“But...why?”

“I don’t want you worrying over me...shit, I did it again.”

“Huh?”

Ouma looked away. “Just...leave me alone.”

“And Ouma-kun over there has the Truth Disease!” Monokuma laughed, seemingly having his grin grow even larger than before. “Every word he says is the truth, and I gave him a special compulsion to answer questions! Y’know, it’s a good thing this disease can’t spread! Have fun!” Monokuma left after those words, giving a little wave before going.

“Wait, so the little gremlin fucker can’t tell lies now?” Iruma smirked. “Hey, maybe we could finally get some answers from that snotty little shit!”

“But Kokichi is under the influence of something, right?” Angie asked. “Kami-sama says that that would not be a good and proper thing to do!”

“Who cares what your ‘Kami-sama’ says! We have a fucking chance!”

“If I may,” Toujo said. “I do not believe interrogating Ouma-kun is right, considering the circumstances.”

“I don’t think so either. Ouma-kun deserves to be treated well.”

“Harukawa-san, please go get some rest.”

“Bitch, I think the Gremlin should be PURGED.”

“Gokuhara-kun, you as well.”

No one noticed Ouma slipping back to the dorms. That is, no one except Saihara.

So, Ouma was now in this situation. Basically stuck in bed with Saihara fretting over his health...and room. It wasn’t that bad, right? He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he enjoyed this.

“Ouma-kun, how long has your room been this messy?”

“Since like, two days after we got stuck here.” Ouma rolled his eyes. “Saihara-chan, you don’t have to help me…”

“I want to help you, Ouma-kun.” Saihara smiled, and suddenly Ouma felt his face heat up. Apparently his poker face was gone now, because Saihara started worrying over him again. “Wait, do you have a fever? Ouma-kun? Ouma-kun?”

“No..?” Oh god, Ouma was dying and it wasn’t from the disease. At least he took the whiteboard down earlier. And hid the journal. He definitely didn’t want Saihara seeing it.

“Oh, good.” After that, Saihara went back to cleaning up a few papers in his room. It was probably a good thing that Saihara stopped the conversation there, since Ouma suspected the conversation would get awkward if he didn’t stop talking. “Hey, Ouma-kun, why do you have food under your bed in a shoebox?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Alright, then.” Saihara sat down at the foot of Ouma’s bed. “So, you kind of walked out on breakfast earlier. You want anything to eat?”

Ouma made a muffled sound into a pillow. “Mhmmmm…”

“I’ll get you some soup.”

“Mmmmm.”

“See you later, Ouma-kun.”

After some amount of time (Ouma didn’t check, he was too tired.), Saihara reentered with a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of tea. It smelled slightly salty; probably chicken broth. Saihara placed the broth onto the desk next to his bed. “Is it alright if I help you sit up?”

“Does it look like I have enough energy to do it on my own?” Well, he had enough energy to snark, at least. “Saihara-chan?”

Saihara smiled at him again, and Ouma once again felt his face heat up. Yep, yep. He was absolutely dead. Dying. Perished. Resting in fucking pieces. Saihara didn’t seem to notice, however, focusing on getting Ouma into a seated position. Afterwards, he placed a tray on his lap, with chicken noodle soup and ginger tea on it. “Tojo-san made it,” Saihara said. “She didn’t want anyone going hungry.”

“...Tell her I said thanks,” Ouma said. While Ouma gulped down the soup, Saihara watched in silence. He cleaned off one of the chairs and sat there, waiting for Ouma to finish. After about thirty minutes, Ouma was done. After they moved the empty dishes over to the desk, the two were left sitting in silence.

Ouma decided to break the silence. “Saihara-chan, why did you decide to help me with this?”

“Why?” Saihara seemed to think for a second, before answering. “I guess it just felt like the right thing to do.”

“Akamatsu-chan’s afflicted too, though.” Ouma sighed. “Why are you here, instead? I thought you’d be by her.”

“Well, I think Amami-kun has that covered.” Saihara shrugged. “Besides, I guess I just wanted to help you. You seemed like you needed it.”

If Ouma didn’t have a crush on Saihara before, he did now. And this crush was out for blood. “I...thanks, Saihara-chan.”

“It’s really nothing, Ouma-kun,” Saihara said. “If there’s anything you need me to do, I’ll help you.”

What. “You trust me with that..?”

“I mean, I won’t do anything. I have a brain.” Saihara laughed, a harmonious sound. “But yeah, I’ll help you with whatever you need.”

“...Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Saihara stood up and headed towards the door. “Well, I should go for now. You should get some rest.”

“Hey, wait…”

Saihara stopped. “What is it?”

“Could...could you stay? Please?” Ouma was absolutely sure he was blushing at this moment. If he didn’t have this stupid disease, this problem wouldn’t be happening right now. But...somewhere inside him, he didn’t exactly mind. And it seemed Saihara didn’t mind either.

“Alright, Ouma-kun. I’ll stay.”

#danganronpa #drv3 #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #saiouma #oumasai #saiouweek #it's ooc but i don't care

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