#and i don't think it's ooc! i just think it's probably not the Correct way of viewing steve's presentation in the movies

[asterdeer]

havent been weird about them in a good while but i've been thinking about how when you come down to it. in a lot of ways. steveloki is interesting because loki presents himself as being very mysterious and complicated but he's really got very simple desires and motivations when you like, get to the core of him. whereas steve presents himself as very straightforward and determinedly uncomplicated but there is so much contradiction in him, so much about himself that even he doesn't understand. in a lot of ways i think the draw of their utterly hypothetical relationship is the way they would draw their true selves out of each other just from simple curiosity and recognition of some camera obscura reflection each casts against the other

[telephoniii]

hello! I saw your requests were open, so here I am :3 could I get the dorm leaders reacting to yuu/reader having random bruises? they are just from human stuff- like running into things by accident, dropping stuff, etc. but I think it would be interesting to think what they would assume first other than that! sorry for rambling n I give you my best wishes!

ACCIDENT-PRONE

☆彡 in which you find yourself getting hurt a lot

dorm leaders x GN!reader

word count: 200 per character

tags: pre-relationship, possible ooc, reader is prefect, first impressions

a/n: im going to try and post at least once a week but no promises. also im always getting random cuts and bruises that i have no idea how they get there. i hope you enjoy :>

riddle rosehearts

Riddle assumes you're doing it on purpose. No one could be that clumsy. You'll probably break a rule with how much stuff you accidentally run into or drop. And he'll definitely scold you for it. His tune starts to change the more he gets to know you. He will still always be the first one to chastise you, but also the first to get you bandaids and ice. He's worried honestly. He hates seeing you so bruised, even if it's from mundane things. Riddle will try to be more strict with you. If you're under harsher rules, there's a less likely chance of you getting injured, correct? Nope. You still find a way. At some point he stops trying to enforce so much onto you and instead shifts his focus to patching your wounds. He'll be making sure it gets properly iced! Even if it's a minor bruise. During unbirthday parties, he's going to be glued to your side. The thought of you accidentally breaking glass from a teapot or cup frightens him too much. If you call him out on it he'll flush a bright red out of embarrassment and explode on you a bit, saying that he wouldn't need to be doing all of this if you could just be more careful. Yeah, it's better to just silently appreciate his care. Because he does care, a lot. He's just bad at saying it.

leona kingscholar

The first few times he can brush it off as you being reckless. Most in Savanaclaw are. But once he spots a pattern? He thinks it's so funny. He'll sit you down in front of him and point at random bruises and scars saying, "What's this one from?" Then he'll proceed to laugh at you when you say you just tripped and ate shit. He knows you're tough enough to handle yourself. Don't let him touch any of the bruises. He'll press down on them purposely. If it makes you feel better, he'll jokingly call them your battle scars. Leona makes it sound way cooler than it actually is to other people. "Yeah, they've got a good amount of battle scars. Herbivore's pretty damn tough." This isn't to say he doesn't care. If you're around him and about to run into or drop something, he'll pick it up or stop you with his tail. He's got those beastman reflexes, it's light work for him. Whenever he does this, he's absolutely teasing you. "You really should be careful. It starts with breaking one glass. Then it turns to breaking an arm." Don't worry, his teasings always sound like threats. He doesn't mean any harm. If you're in a space with extra breakable objects, his eyes naturally watch over you; ready to spring into action at any second.

azul ashengrotto

Honestly? Might assume you're not human at first. It's common for merfolk to struggle at first when on land— he'd never admit it but he had such a hard time learning how to walk. Still has trouble in PE. When he learns you're just a human who happens to get injured a lot? A bit less sympathetic. Do not step foot into Monster Lounge. Please. Floyd causes enough accidents in there already. He doesn't need another person dropping glasses and food everywhere. Azul does not take any chances. He feels bad when you show him all the different bruises you've obtained. Being a merfolk means he's not super well equipped to handle human injuries. He doesn't know what to do other than rub it gently and wait for it to go away on its own. His solution? Just prevent you from getting injured! This means he’s baby proofing everything. You’re using plastic everything from now on. Plastic cups, plastic utensils, you name it. The scissors in your pencil case? They’re getting replaced with those kiddy dull ones. Hell, he might even put a gate in front of the stairs of Ramshackle to make sure you don't fall and tumble down them. If he’s with you then every time you pass by a table he’ll cover the corner with his hand to prevent you from hitting it. This man is doing the most. But it's all just concern for your wellbeing. He's cruel, but not that cruel.

kalim al asim

If you get hurt at his party, he's instantly apologizing and doing literally everything he can to help. Bandaids? Ice? Urgent Care!? ER!? Just say the word! The table you bummed into is getting put in the storage. You'll have to explain to him that, no, you're not dying. This kinda stuff just happens to you a lot. Once it registers what you're saying, he's actually over the moon happy. You're bumping and dropping everything, accidentally getting injured? Oh my sevens! He's bumping and dropping everything, accidentally getting injured! You two are twins! He's so excited just from your first meeting. He feels like you understand him. The things he does that cause bruises are never on purpose, it just happens! He'll definitely share those top-tier creams and bandaids that cost a ton but make them go away fast. Being around him actually makes your random injures worse. Because now both of you are getting double the bruises. Accidentally drop something on your foot? It bounced off you and hit Kalim's foot too. Kalim wasn't paying attention and rammed into the corner of a table? That pushed the table closer to you, causing you to stub your toe. It's like you two are spiritually connected when it comes to this. Jamil doesn't like having you over. It's nothing personal, but you make his job 10 times harder. Too bad Kalim absolutely adores your presence so you're over all the time.

vil schoenheit

Like Leona, he'll assume you're reckless. Except, he's got more distaste for those of that nature. He'll scoff every time he sees a new bruise... Until he hangs out with you and realizes that you are just the most accident-prone person he's ever seen. Vil will take it upon himself to try and train you. Remember how he was with the Fairy Gala? That's how he's going to be with you. Just not as harsh. He'll do that thing where he stacks books on top of your head and tells you to walk. When they inevitably fall and nearly tumble down on your foot, he's able to stop it with magic. However, he'll simply restock the books and tell you to try again. Vil is determined. When he wants something, he gets it. And right now he wants you to not be as randomly bruised as you are. Surprisingly, it kinda works. You're not bumping into as much tables or ramming your foot into walls anymore. Instead, the bruises are coming from random things fall on top of you. Are. You. KIDDING. When he's around, he'll stop these falling objects with his magic but unfortunately Vil is a busy man who can't be around you 24/7. So? Back to training! He's merciless as he trains you to dodge random things falling from the sky. It's a hard and long path, but when he sees the grin on your face as you dodge a book for the first time in the library, Vil knows it's worth it.

idia shroud

Assumes you're just someone who goes out a lot. Don't wanna get bruised? Just don't go outside lmao. Skill issue. It isn't until he allows you into his room that he realizes that, no, it isn't because you touch grass. It's because you're you. He swiftly learns that the hard way when he watches his entire shelf of figures just tumble over on you out of the blue, unprompted. "Alright, alright. You've got a friend that's consistently getting injured, Idia. Think. Think..." A lightbulb goes on in his brain as he gives you a toothy grin and unsettling laugh. What beats rock? Paper. What beats object? Armor! Why didn't he think of it sooner? You're going to be stuck in his room for a few days as he tests different robotic armor protection on you. To give him some credit, it works. You don't feel it when you ram into tables or accidentally drop something on yourself. But the people around you certainly do. A single touch of the table to this armor sends that thing flying. A random object dropping onto you is the least of your worries as a huge spike appears out of the armor to pierce it, nearly hitting the person next to you. So, yes. He has solved your problem. But in the most inconvenient way possible for everyone around you. Ace and Deuce are begging you to put down the suit of armor.

malleus draconia

"Oh dear. You're quite the unlucky one, aren't you?" And Malleus would be right. Seeing as you're one of his only friends, he doesn't want you to be getting hurt this frequently. Humans are fragile. What if the next rock that falls on you as actually a bolder? He can't fathom the thought of losing you. Malleus decides that he wants you around him. All. The. Time. That way, if not him, then his attendants can stop these bruises from happening. It's hard to explain to him that, no, you can't be around him all the time because different classes and dorms are a thing. Also, as much as you love hanging out with Tsunotaro, it's also very nice to have other friends. This poor fae is super confused. He takes your words as you wanting to get hurt. And why would you want to get hurt? Malleus struggles to understand, leading you to recruit Lilia in helping explain your case. Unfortunately, he's quite the stubborn boy. It takes talking from Lilia and the headmaster for him to register that he isn't allowed to have you by him all the time. It's disappointing for sure, but he'll just have to accept in. Due to this, the time you do spend together he's extremely vigilant to make sure nothing harms you. And during the times you're not, he promises to heal your wounds with his magic.

[1x1x1x1x1x1x1x1]

What if the reader is a TV host? Like full on 'WELCOME TO THE SHOW' with bright luminous lights in the background kinda guy. you can take the liberty on whether they are a desperate attention seeker or a creepy Mandela catalogue kinda host. But it's just the reader is a big yapper with bright attention seeking colors.

I'm thinking the reader doesn't really know if their killing cuz their desensitized to the show biz and just think everything 'all part of the network folk!'

They might also be one of the worst killers because they are more used to being an omnipotent narrator then an in action kinda host.

I just think it be really funny if reader hits the survivors with the SPARKLE ON! IT'S WEDNESDAY! DON'T FORGET TO BE YOURSELF!!!

HEEEEEELP ME THIS IS SUCH A PEAK IDEA,, wow look at me doing my first both survivors and killers,, this is why this took so long btw 😭😭

ANYWAYS I KINDA MESSED UL THE BANNER SINCE YOU SAID BRIGHT COLORS BUT ILL WRITE FOR BRIGHT COLORS COUGH

defo ooc an typos but idrc 😭

coughs ENJOY

Forsaken Characters × TV Host!Killer!Reader

Noob

well,, they are definetly scared of you, like they are of everyone else that has a job to get rid of them all.

They're not wrong for it too, better be safe than sorry!

Although you are the killer that has probably caused the least harm to them, since your,, killing,, skills are a bit rusty

You randomly pause, come up to them, and ask random questions. Like you're still on stage.

Most of the time, they don't answer, quickly drinking a cola and running away as fast as they can.

Elliot

Hes,, pretty neutral about you.

Not really worried about you being a threat, since most of the time he can easily loop you.

You definitely greet him with something along the lines of "Hello pizza boy !!" With an almost mocking tone, and to be completely honest, he doesnt even mind at this point.

When you randomly ask him questions, most of the time he just ignores you and runs away to heal Chance (again,,)

But there are times when he does actually answer, just for giggles (and he has been wondering what happens if he does)

When he answers correctly, you play loud correct buzzer noises and money sounds which are REALLY obnoxious btw,,, and for the rest of the round, you mostly spare him.

And when he answers wrong,, well,, i think you know how that goes,

Shedletsky

Ah,, its not like he can complain.

It is refreshing to NOT have the creation of hatred targetting him the whole round and making his life a living hell.

And he does find your persona amusing

Probably one of the people that mostly plays along with your stupid gameshow questions, just for shits and giggles

So most of the time when he sees you are the killer, he just lets out a sigh of relief

Also youre easy to stun,,,,, but shhh we dont talk about that!!!

Guest 1337

Its all the same to him.

Wether or not you spare him, he WILL be stunning you and he WILL be protecting his team.

Deadass refuses to answer your questions. Will not be caught interacting with a killer that makes his life here a pain. (like all killers)

Although, you are one of the hardest killers to block-bait. You can pretty much tell right away trough his facade that he just wants to get that punch in. Hes not using that medkit since you didnt hit him. even once.

He doesnt like you. Why should he?? You play games with the minds of some survivors since they see you as 'chill'. He does not like this.

Two Time

i dont think anyone can really talk normaly to this insane motherfucker,

everytime you ask them any question 'for your gameshow' they just laugh manically before STABBING YOU.

Then running away and talking about some "praise the spawn" shit,,

i think the dislike most likely goes both ways

Chance

You and the gambler get along quite well, actually!!

Well, as much as a killer and survivor can even get along.

Everytime youre the killer hes the first to run to you, hoping you ask him one of those questions and he can just chill for the rest of the round if they gets it right.

Probably the one who answers you the most, and you have to respect the gambling,, some of your other tv shows basically involve it too, so yeah

I think they actually watched one of your tv shows a while back,,, so he probably recognized you,

007n7

He actually watched your TV shows and Gameshows before all of this (like the dad he is,,,,) so he recognized you pretty quickly

He was quite shocked when you first randomly decided to stop the chase and ask him a question.

He paused for like almost a minute, completely lost in thought before you went "Time is TICKING!!!" with your robotic voice

And then he answered, wrong.

Which meant he was getting locked onto, (he died like 30 seconds later)

Although, the next time you asked him again, he answered correctly!! And you just,, basically left him. Alone with his thoughts.

Well, he cant really complain, a break is nice once in a while

Builderman

Hes Builderman. The CEO of roblox. Of course he knew you.

Actually, he made a guest apperance in one of your episodes!! So he already knew you (well, kinda) before this.

And he cant really complain that much about your whole 'asking gameshow questions' thing, since most of the time he gets them right, and can help the teammates in peace.

Even though he doesnt always answer, when he does, he gets most of them right. Probably because more than a half of them are about Roblox and its history.

You like to call him your "NUMBER ONE!!!" and he has gotten MULTIPLE dirty looks for that, since some survivors now think you guys had something going on,, not good for his image and reputation. So he was pretty quick to dismiss those rumors,

Dusekkar

DUSEKKAAAAARRRRR🤤🤤

Well, he certaintly thinks youre intresting.

Not only are you asking him easy questions, but you will also spare him if he answers correctly? He cant really complain, huh

Youre quite persistent on asking him a lot of questions, 'gameshow' questions. Which are a piece of cake to him, although sometimes you cant really understand his phrasing quite well,, You just display a blue question mark on the top of your head out of nowhere, hoping that he can redeem himself before you decide that you dont want that answer to pass.

You also call him some stupid 'charmer' nicknames, something along the lines of "Pumpkin!!!!" or even sometimes Matt (since you heard Shedletsky call him that once,)

Hes actually quite shocked, even a bit flustered when he hears you call him by some names that you made up on the spot, or even his real name,

Taph

This fella,

He tries SO HARD to answer your questions correctly in his emoji speech ((i know a lot of ppl heacanon him as a sign language user but just for this fic im using his canon speech)), but you cant really understand it, so he never passes in your eyes,

He does like messing with you!! Youre probably one of the killers that falls for his traps the most out of everyone else

((i dont have anything else to say for him,,,,

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·Killers.

1×1×1×1｡𖦹°‧

You REALLY piss her off,

Bright flashing lights, loud sounds, and that fuckass voice of yours thats always cheerful,, it just gets on his nerves.

And the way you KEEP ASKING THOSE QUESTIONS. They rarely even answer, and she REALLY wants to get rid of you,

But he does entertain your little 'gameshow' vision sometimes, and most of the time, they answer correctly (they are a hater,, not an idiot,,)

Instead of you letting her go and not killing them like the survivors, the killers get little stupid prizes for answering correctly, and they dont really suffer any consequences if they answer wrong.

The prizes range from a stupid bright glittery pen with your face plastered over it, to just random stickers.

1x1x1x1 always keeps the little trinkets in a drawer in his cabin,, what?? you never know when they can come in handy!!

John Doe

as much as you try and try, and try and try and try to get him to even say one word when you ask him questions,, he just doesnt.

Probably cause he geniuenly cant,, the bright flashing lights of your design and your loud robotic voice,, he cant really comprehend what youre asking him in due time,,

Although, hes pretty neutral towards you, you even gave him a pen out of pure pity for him,,

Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ

You guys actually match eachothers freak really well,,

Both of you guys are loud and obnoxious, bright lights,, and 'annoying' to the others

Although he actually likes your little gameshow host persona!!

The first time you were in a round, he was watching intently, and everytime you asked a question he would immediately stand up and scream the correct answer like a dad watching football,

He really likes answering your questions too!! It keeps him entertained at least,, And the little trinkets!!!!!

You guys actually get along quite well,

Mafioso🂱⚔

He doesnt like you.

Youre loud, bright lights, and obnoxious, while hes calm and reserved,, quite the opposites.

Although HE doesnt like you, his men definetly do!!

Most of the time they all meet up in the cabin next to the table for, basically a competetive game of your questions,

They get a good laugh out of it, and you love to entertain!

The only problem is how loud it gets, instead of big red buttons to signal who answers the question first, they basically just slam their fists on the table,

Mafioso has scolded them for it a bunch of times, but he wont stop them

Its only fair that they get a bit of a break in this hell hole once in a while

And hell, you keep them off his back for once, so maybe just maybe your not that bad after all,,,

im so done with tgis 💔💔

the writing got worse and worse as i went on because i was TIRED 💔

tgis was fun tho,, (also i had to rewrite everything in the killers part because i closed the fucking window,,

also quick question,,

would you guys like me to write for the Spectre too? 😭😭 As in like the headcanons and he would be in the last part of the killers kinda

okay bye bye

[pookieace]

you belong with me

✰ . . . bridgerton au, gojo is meant to be a viscount, fem!reader / fem!pronouns used, secret relationship kinda???, mention of arranged marriage, secret meetings (no cheating though) fluff & smut, fingering, ooc gojo idk he’s lovesick and shit, kinda olden day language that i don't think is 100% correct but idc the brainrot is too strong at this point for me to care therefore you shouldn't either <3

✰ . . . 2.5k words i don't know how we got here

✰ . . . i uhhhh binge watched bridgerton in less than a week and i am having the most scandalous thoughts and scenarios about it.. like i am vibrating at the speed of light waiting for the second part to drop tonight LMFAO this is just pure word vomit and brainrot and it's probably shit because i don't remember the last time i sat and wrote smth this long... but oh well !!! i also SUCK at titles thanks taylor swift for having this song

Satoru Gojo loves a good thrill. The thrill of betting his money on horse races or boxing matches. The thrill of playing pranks on the maids or the cooks. The thrill of having all eyes on him as he walks into a room. He knows everyone will stare considering his wealth and the status of his family but it still feels good, feeds his ego. His favourite thrill however? The one where he meets with you in secret. Just thinking about sneaking away from the public eye, trying to find a quiet place where you two could have time alone, where you could kiss and touch each other, sent goosebumps all over his body. It excited him.

You're not sure why you let him coax you into it though. As a lady, you should be prim and proper, present at the balls or social gatherings. You're meant to be talking to your friends or making conversation with respectable suitable gentlemen, or in the midst of getting courted. Perhaps it is because Gojo Satoru is a breath of fresh air in such a repetitive lifestyle that you keep sneaking off in the middle of the gatherings to see him, and it's certainly no different tonight.

In the middle of the ball, you see Satoru’s tall figure slip past a group of people and off into the shadows. To avoid being seen as suspicious, you need to wait a few moments before you too find yourself following after him. The minutes of waiting around feel like hours however, your feet are itching to just walk off and run to him, but you can't. It would be seen as outrageous for a lady to be seen with any man alone, it would cause an uproar within the community, spreading amongst the partygoers and even the ones who didn’t come within a matter of hours.

Then finally, after what feels like eons, you excuse yourself from the people you were chatting with. You're glad the ladies you were with are attempting to woo the gentlemen that had approached the group by fluttering their hand fans and blinking excessively. Quietly, you make your way towards the corridors. The females are too busy trying to gossip and the men are trying to prove their wealth or talk about their mistresses which makes slipping away into the shadows easier.

You are quite lucky that it was your family who was responsible for today's ball. It made it easy to find a secluded place where you and Satoru could meet without having to worry about a member of the ton or one of your maids accidentally finding the two of you alone, god forbid that from happening. You hold your dress up so you don't trip over it, walking briskly to one of your many gardens at the back of your family's estate. It is dark outside and the air is now chilly, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you slow down and try to squint in the darkness, attempting to spot your favourite white haired male.

"Oh? What do we have here? A rather fine young lady, all alone. With no one around... but me." You'd recognise that teasing voice anywhere and you're immediately spinning around to face him with a smile on your face.

"Lord Gojo." A pout on his face grows almost immediately as you bend at your knees to bow at him, a gesture of respect that has been conditioned into your very being since you were a little girl.

"I thought I told you to call me–"

"Just Satoru, yes. I am well aware of that." The use of his first name has him smiling almost as quickly as he had pouted, and in only a couple of steps he is directly in front of you, chest in your line of sight. You have to tilt your head upwards to get a good look at his handsome face.

"I have to say, I rather enjoy the way my name falls from your lips." He's not slick with his eye movements, tongue darting over to lick at his plump pink lips while his eyes glance at your mouth and back to hold your gaze again. "You make it sound... Pretty."

"Well, it is a pretty name for a pretty boy. Your mother did well at picking it."

"Darling, as much as I adore my own mother, I did not ask you to meet with me so I could listen to you praise her."

"Oh Satoru!" You have to cover your mouth so you don't laugh out loud and garner unwanted attention. "Are you jealous of your mother?"

"I am not!" He hushes you, thankful that you are meeting in darkness and the only light is from the moon so you don't see the blush of embarrassment on his cheeks. "Not of her at least."

You are about to open your mouth to ask what he means but he beats you to it. "Lord Basset was rather close to you... Was he not?"

"He spoke to me for a mere two minutes, if that, Satoru. Besides, all he asked was how my family was doing, nothing more."

"Two minutes too many if you ask me." There is a slight growl in his voice as he mumbles unhappily, large hands pulling you close to his frame by your hips.

"Perhaps you need to start courting me in public."

"Sweetheart." He sighs, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. "The sooner my father realises I do not wish to marry the woman he has chosen for me, the better. It is torment trying to stay away from you in public. Mother is attempting to talk to him now, I think she may know I have someone else I would rather be courting."

You feel him furrow his eyebrows, scrunching them up as he speaks and thinks about the marriage his father is trying to get him to agree to. His father is a businessman, and the marriage, If Satoru agrees, would give them more wealth and more power – Something that the Gojo family already has ample amount of according to Satoru but it was not enough for his father.

"Toru," You begin, voice barely above a whisper. "I can wait for you. I will wait, do not worry about that."

"What did I do to deserve such an understanding woman like you?" Satoru exhales deeply, letting out a breath of air he did not realise he was holding all this time.

"For one, forcefully drag me to meet with you secretly."

"What a strange way to say I wooed you with my charms."

“What charms exactly?”

“Oh, you know. My pretty face, my sense of humour, how witty I am– oh! Lets not forget how tall I am.” You’re holding back a laugh as he lists off his so-called charms to you.

“Let us not forget how you were looking not so subtly at my hands when we first met either. Or my pants, not very ladylike of you, is it?”

“That is not my fau–”

“Oh so you are blaming me for your pervertedness?!” He gasps rather too loudly and you’re quick to cover his mouth with panic.

“Satoru! Please… Keep it down!” You’re whisper-yelling at him, heart pounding as you look around with fear.

He just hums against your hand over his mouth, rubbing your waist as he removes it and kisses the tips of your fingers gently. “You are afraid of being seen with me.”

“Unchaperoned, yes. You are well aware of how everyone will talk about a lady being seen alone with a man such as yourself.”

“Would it not be for the best if we were seen by someone though? Then, I would be forced to marry my little secret, and my father would be forced to give up on his ridiculous quest to marry me off.”

You can’t find yourself to talk back to him and put his crazy idea to rest because he did have a point, unfortunately.

“Sweetheart,” He began, peppering kisses on the tips of your fingers to your wrist, all the way to your inner arm and eventually leading his lips to your neck. “Please, let us be caught.”

“S–Satoru– We can’t… The public scrutiny, the ton–”

“Fuck what the ton has to say. I feel as if I am dying from not having you by my side. Do you know how bad I want to kiss you? How I want to promenade with you, to show you off to the men, to let everyone know you are mine and mine only just as how I belong only to you?”

Satoru’s hands wander to the curve of your ass as he speaks his heart out, large hands groping the flesh best he could over layers and layers of your clothes. You feel him breathing heavily against the skin of your neck, which is soon followed by him inhaling your scent with his eyes closed shut. Then, he’s cupping the side of your face, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip which has him gulping as he waits for verbal consent.

“Satoru. Touch me.”

And he wastes no time in doing so, capturing your lips in a rather messy and sloppy kiss that you are sure will do nothing but mess up the expensive lipstain you are wearing.

You push him further into the shadows where you know not a soul will be able to see you two from the lack of light. He’s against the brick wall and he lets out a small grunt into the kiss but makes no effort to pull away from your mouth. Instead, he takes a hold of your waist and spins the two of you around so now you are hidden in the shadows. By chance, if someone was to see the both of you, your body would be hidden and you wouldn’t be exposed.

Satoru always kisses you with passion, as if there’s a fire burning inside of his body that only you can put out but something about this particular kiss feels far too different to any kiss you have shared before. It feels more urgent. More desperate, you can physically feel it with how hard his lips press against your own. How he grunts and groans into the kiss, how his hand is now cupping the nape of your neck to keep you in place while the other pulls your waist into his own crotch. It allows you to feel the hardness in his pants against your stomach and has you letting out your own set of whimpers.

Momentarily, he pulls back to allow you to breathe. “Let us be caught.”

“Do not try and convince me when you have made my head go dizzy with lack of air.”

“Perfect time, is it not? Come on sweetheart, do you not want to have all of me? To feel all of me?”

“You are a disgusting pervert.” There’s no bite behind it however. Not when your thigh is being wrapped around Satoru’s waist and you feel his hands inch further and further up your thighs.

“Yeah? Why don’t you say that again, you know I love it when you call me names.”

If you weren’t seconds from being fingered, maybe you would have hit his shoulder but you feel the pads of his fingers rub your mound over your undergarments before you could do so.

You’re sighing in pleasure as he continues to tease you over the fabrics but you grow impatient. It’s not as if you haven’t been in this very compromising position before, you’re well aware of how long the white haired male can tease you for, how much he loves it. But when you are in public, only a couple of hundred yards away from the partygoers on your own estate, it is not the time for hours upon hours of teasing, especially not against a brick wall.

“Toru, please. More…”

He pretends not to hear you, keeping a straight face as he keeps on holding your thigh up as the other hand continues to touch you but not really give you what you truely need.

“Toruuu, now is not the time to be a tease.”

“Oh? What’s that? I couldn’t quite hear you sweetheart. Would you mind speaking a little louder for me?”

“Satoru!”

“Y/N!”

Your head tilts back out of anger, hitting against the brick wall behind you with a gentle thud. You despise how he’s choosing to act with you right now.

“Say it.” He speaks, but it’s not using that annoying, teasing tone of his he usually gives you when you want him to touch you more. It’s serious. “Say you are mine.”

His eyes lock onto yours, keeping eye contact as he waits for your answer.

You do not keep him waiting, cupping the side of his face as you speak with sincerity. “I am yours, just as you are mine.”

Satoru feels his cock twitch in his trousers, wanting nothing more than to be balls deep in you right after you said that, but not yet. He can wait, he will wait for you to marry him before taking away your virginity. He’s a gentleman, albeit that gentlemanly honour is hanging by a mere thread when you speak about belonging to him with that pretty voice of yours.

But his fingers are quick to push your undergarments to the side and allow you to truly feel his touch in all its glory. Even in the darkness, he knows exactly where to touch, and he finds the little nub that makes you feel good with ease that it’s almost scary. He allows his fingertips to make circles on it, and you’re burying your face in the suit jacket he’s wearing to drown out your noises that you know will get louder and louder.

His digits have you so riled up and wet in a matter of minutes that his fingers are easily buried in your warmth with one swift move.

You always feel full, how could you not when he has such large hands and long fingers. “Feels— so good, ‘Toru.”

“I know sweetheart.”

“Much better than when I do it to myself…” You know he loves hearing words that boost his ego and god, did it make him feel things. It garners a low growl from him, and he’s pumping his fingers into you with such vigour you swear you two will be caught with just how loud the skin slapping and sloppy noises are.

It does not take long for you to reach your high, two digits in your pussy whilst one rubbed your clit and you’re cumming with shaky thighs and a soft cry of the man’s name, thankful that he’s holding the back of your head and pushing your face into his chest so you don’t accidentally moan out loud.

“Marry me.” He whispers, forehead resting against your own as you pant and come down from your orgasm.

“Get me a ring and I will say yes in a heartbeat and fight your father for your hand in marriage, Satoru.”

i also can’t write endings for shit rip me </3

[hunbunbumdum]

Unspoken Feelings

Trafalgar law x Reader

📄: this is my first time writing n writing for law so he might be ooc, if there's any mistakes feel free to correct me :>

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you and law clearly liked each other, and it's clear to everyone except for the two you apparently... the way you two looked at each other, the way both of you look at each other from afar when you think the other isn't looking, the lingering touches you two give each other the red hue law gets on his eats everytime you approach him with your teasing smile and how red your face gets when his hand stays on your shoulder longer than it should be,

like c'mon! the signs are right there yet both of you seem to be a firm believer the other could never like a person like them?? it practically frustrated everyone around the two of you seeing how oblivious the two of you were to both of your feelings..

but what can they do about it? everytime anyone tries to ask either of you of your feelings to one another it's always denial, hateful remarks and a beating to however asked, the only thing they can do is hope one of you breaks and finally make a move.

and the first one to break, just happens to be you.

you don't know what happened. you were just bandaging law and suddenly one thing happened after the other,

.

.

"Gosh, how much stubborn can you get? stop moving so I can be done with this" You'd say clearly frustrated at how law kept squirming every time you wrapped a bandage around him, I mean to be fair sure your no doctor but you know a thing or two about first aid, or at least you think so?

"I wouldn't be moving if you actually knew what you were doing"

"I know exactly what I'm doing,"

"do you really?"

with that you purposely tugged harshly mid wrapping earning a grunt from him

"anyways.... how'd you even get caught up in this mess?"

"I was just caught off guard that's all.... Plus why does it matter to you? I'm surprised you came to help me, thought you hated me, no?

"Wow didn't know caring for a friend was a crime now,"

"you? caring for me? that's a surprise coming from someone who tried throwing me overboard more than once"

"ahem, 'tried' it's not like you actually fell, and plus, I care a lot more than you think"

You quickly kept quiet after saying the last part, you didn't expect those words to come out of your mouth, the moment you said it law immediately shot you a look,

"what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, nevermind it."

with that law just dropped the topic, once you were done bandaging him up you quickly turned to to leave, leaving law alone, wondering, just what do you mean by "I care alot more than you think" he knows that message has a deeper meaning to it, but he decides to just let it go, it's probably nothing anyways,

.

.

Because of what you said, law was wide awake, thoughts filling his mind, he'd be up on the deck of the polar tang leaning against the railing as he stared into the sea quietly listening to the sea rocking back and forth,

he really couldn't stop thinking about it, is there a possibility you felt the same way? he didn't want to assume things though..... what if you just saw him as a friend, brother? But he can't deny how his thoughts are eating him alive. if he truly thinks he has a chance to finally confess his feelings to you. he'll take it.

just as he was about to go back to his room, he spotted you going up the deck aswell, both of you locked eyes with one another, staying silent for awhile till law spoke

"Can't sleep?"

"Nope, and you? can't sleep either?"

"mhm,"

with that you slowly made your way towards where he was standing beside him as you both admired the ocean view,

Remember when he said he'd take the chance? he decided to take his chance now, seeing how you two were alone and if it doesn't go well he can always just jump overboard

"Hey, about what you said earlier, about you caring alot more than I think, just what do you mean by that?"

"Why are you curious? I told you it was nothing, it just slipped out"

"but the way you said it sounded like you meant something more than that"

"what I said is exactly what I meant, I don't know why but, whenever it comes to you I find myself caring alot more than I should, almost like I'm scared of losing you, which, I am. I don't know why but whenever I see you or even hear your name by others I always find my heart beating alot faster than it should, and it especially gets worse when I'm actually in your presence, everything you do, say I always find myself adoring it all, and whenever your looking away, I don't know why I always find myself staring at you, I don't know why you have this effect on me, i guess it could be because I like you,"

realizing what you said you quickly covered your mouth, and when you go turn to look at him he was completely silent, eyes wide in shock,

gosh you regret saying all of that, he probably thinks you're some obsessed freak.

"forget it." you were about to leave and save yourself the embankment, but as you did law quickly snapped out of his thoughts and stopped you

"wait, do you really mean that?"

"I do."

he froze he was honestly shocked you told him that much, he stayed silent for a few moments before suddenly speaking

"I'm not sure how to say this but–"

he had so much to say but nothing came out. and you seeing this thought you were being rejected and you certainly didn't wanna hear it from his mouth. you don't wanna lose being with him just because of your stupid feelings.

without another word you quickly left "goodnight law"

you kept thinking to yourself of how much a fool you were, to think a person like law would actually like you.

you were a fool.

a fool for him.

he tried to stop you

"Y/n Wait!"

he tried to stop you, but it was already too late you already left.

he didn't even get the chance to say he felt the exact same. he had so much to confess aswell but all the emotions he was feeling stopped him from saying anything, the moment he heard your confession he was overjoyed, but now he was upset at himself for making you leave thinking he didn't felt the same way when he did.

he had to fix things, he has to let you know about his feelings to. he just has to.

he doesn't wanna lose you too.

anyone but you. anyone but the person who he let his walls down unconsciously.

.

.

However, everytime he tried to approach you, you always avoided him at every turn always giving out excuses. and this frustrated him why were you avoiding him?

and this kept going on for days. everyone around the two of you could feel the tension that was happening between you two.

he got tired of playing cat and mouse.

hes talking to you one way or another. no matter what.

after days of chasing, he finally cornered you.

he spoke

"why do you keep avoiding me?"

"ask yourself that."

"is it because the confession? you didn't even let me speak "

"you don't have to, I already know you don–"

"Because I wanted to say I feel the same okay?"

"what?"

"I like you too. if not more, look, I'm just not great with expressing myself... I'm just scared. I'm scared if I tell you how I feel you'll take advantage of my vulnerability and leave me. I don't want that... I didn't wanna say anything at first because I didn't wanted you to know you were the person who could've hurted me the most. but, I don't have a reason to be scared anymore, look I'm really sorry.. I should've said something, but at the time I was feeling so many emotions at once to the point words won't come out.."

he looked you and he saw how shocked you were at his words, in all honesty it took him days to figure out how to word his words right, he didn't wanted to say anything that would give you the wrong idea..

he stepped closer before slowly leaning in, his lips a few inches away from yours,

"may I?"

with a nod, he gave you a soft kiss, his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, sure he wasn't one for pda, but right now, none of that matters

what matters is that everything has been cleared up and you're here right in his arms, that's all that matters to him now.

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Thankyou for reading all the way! ^^

(sorry if my grammar isn't all that good😓😓)

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

could you shrimpo and a child reader who is a fan of him hcs

Shrimpo With A Child Reader Who Is A Fan Of Him!

Ohhhh, this was fun(ny)! I can just sense the unhingedness from Shrimpo here sksks here you go, dear! Thank you for requesting! <3

This is probably ooc but oh well-

-Anna

-Who would have thought Shrimpo would ever have fans? Yet here you were, really admiring and looking up to him. Looking up at SHRIMPO of all toons in Gardenview! It really baffled everyone else (even Shrimpo if we are being honest here) but you really didn't care. Shrimpo just seemed.. way too cool compared to everyone else! And since you were a part of this massive cast of colorful characters, you could come visit him whenever you can! Even if he was never cheerful and always yelling, it didn't bother you too much, really, sometimes you even mimicked him!

-Oh how the other poor toons tried to help you.. you were a fan of Shrimpo, that is baffling by itself! Some were even concerned about your ears because Shrimpo just can't stop yelling about everything! Some toons were even convinced you didn't hear well or you just simply didn't care about it. It was actually funny how they would try to distract you every single day either by telling you to hang out with them or with various other activities but you just weren't interested! Some of the toons had even formed a group to try and brainstorm ideas, it slowly stopped when they kept seeing you how much you truly looked up to Shrimpo, they just slowly gave up, as nothing worked.

-No matter how much Shrimpo yelled, you weren't really bothered, even trying to mimic him as said before. He just comments on how he hates how low your voice is! And that's when you really put the effort to scream louder, even attempting to do his own voice. He just rests his fists on his hips as he glares at you trying again and again. It was a loud but kinda funny sight to see as he gave legit criticism, even if it was with a loud voice. He just rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms when you were proud of yourself for doing it right, as Shrimpo didn't correct you this time. He still does anything better than anyone though!! Don't get your hopes up!!

-And it doesn't even stop when you see him punching the wall or headbutting things. Of course, you never really tried hitting walls but you kept looking up at him in awe when he punched something rough and didn't even flinch. He just scoffed when he looked back at you but didn't talk, just a small glare. You really like seeing how hard he can throw a good punch at his punching bag! Watching at how hard he hits it, trying to calm down his anger from you following him pretty much everywhere now, not even being bothered by him. It annoyed him so much to think about just why? Why did you look up at him?! It made him furious, making him give a good one to the punching bag.

-Once, he even saw you try and punch one of the bags but your punches were weak and barely moved it. He crossed his arms as he watched you try again and again. He only huffed as he yelled at you to punch harder!! Your punches are pathetic!! He can do it much better!! He even gave you a good example to the other punching bag and you saw how he moved his shoulder to give a good strong punch. You just jumped as you got inspired and tried the same, making.. some progress, at least! Come on, no one expects a literal child to give punches as strong as Shrimpo now!! The guy has been doing this for who knows how long!!

-Honestly? Shrimpo does stop yelling.. too much around you or even straight up stopping insulting your skills and abilities. He just talks in literal caps all the time. He mostly stays with that annoyed expression on his face when you were around, he was annoyed but no matter how much he yelled, you just looked up at him with your innocent eyes, compared to his own that only held anger. He quickly gives up on attempting to make you go away, don't stick around him, it annoys him!! Don't walk behind him!! But you just giggled as you kept following him around, it made him growl but he stopped pretty much immediately, placing his hands on his head and glaring, feeling his head hurting.

-Despite all that, Shrimpo does have a kinda soft spot for you, he never really had any fans, everyone just avoided him or made fun of him in his face, especially some of the visitors. But you? He genuinely doesn't understand what makes you be his fan so much, he stays up at night to think about it all and it angers him, are you trying to mock him, perhaps?! If he thinks about it more, he will feel himself going absolutely insane, he doesn't want to think, he HATES thinking!! Why were you so unbothered by his yelling, huh? You know he is better than anyone in this place, right?! Though he can't lie, it does feel.. a bit nice having someone look up at how cool and amazing he is, at least someone realizes it!!

-There was this time where you got sleepy and slept on his bed. It had happened when he was showing you how to punch the best because he can't stand seeing your weak punches. When he turned around, he blinked as he stayed quiet, mouth in a thin line as he raised an eyebrow, his eyes glaring. He let out a big long sigh before sitting on the floor, resting his back against the wall and crossing his arms. If anyone was there and ever told him how quiet he was, he would yell at them annoyed. He absolutely hated that you slept in his bed though, how is it that you are SO comfortable in his room?! It drove him insane!! It was full of holes and a mess, any other room would be better than.. this!! He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at you and then looked at the floor in front of him, he hated thinking.. just what made you see him so highly like this?!

-Shrimpo even holds his voice back when you gently tug on his shirt, asking him politely to show you how to punch better. His lips trembled as he does his best not to yell exactly in your face and he just huffs as he loudly goes to his room with his loud confident footsteps, with you following behind happily and excited to continue training your hands! If you ever injure yourself, he calls you an idiot as he goes to bring you ice or whatever else you need, just don't cry!! Don't you want to be strong like him?! Then stop tearing up!!! He hated hearing you crying!! He only sighed in angry relief when you seemed to be feeling better, don't scare him like that ever!!! He hates that!!!!!!

-As time goes in, it can even be said that Shrimpo, in a way, took care of you. He always let you sleep on his bed while he sleeps sitting up on the floor, always yelling and telling you to punch and yell louder and didn't even need to say anything when he walked because you just followed close behind, sometimes even allowing you to tug at his shirt. If you ever offer your hand to him to take, he just retreats his hand back with a small "tch" and tells you that he hates being touched!! The truth is that he fears his anger, strength and might possibly crush your poor little hand with his strong one. He yells at someone to shut it up if they ever make a comment about Shrimpo not being aggressive towards you like everyone else. Even though it takes forever, you do feel like Shrimpo has changed a lot with you around!

Thank you for reading! <3

[ai-the-broccoli]

Would Kira take HRT?

(Note: This is written by my partner for me as a birthday present. She has never read or watched Death Note herself and thought this might be entirely OOC, but I think it is actually pretty good lol and I really like it, so I asked her to let me share this here.)

L: Light, have you considered starting estrogen? Light: ?! Light: (…From what perspective is he asking this? Well….) Light: (He knows that Kira is someone who wants to purge the world of vile criminals. Such a god might also want to perfect their own body, and of course, the perfect body for me is one of a woman.) Light: (…I'll think about the ramifications of what I just thought later.) Light: (The compiled stats about Kira's victims indicate that the majority of them are male. This is, of course, simply because the percentage of criminals who are men are higher than those who are female, and for no other reason.) Light: (But what if he saw Kira as someone who planned to kill off a majority of the male population so that they could singlehandedly repopulate the earth as a race of demigods? Such a person wouldn't take estrogen and potentially risk their fertility. But… it's not like I've ever really had a goal like that. His view of Kira would be all wrong if he saw them as a man like that.) Light: (…No, I'm going down the wrong line of thought here. What I actually should be asking is this: does L think Kira would look good in a blouse? If I come out, he's definitely going to encourage me to be comfortable and live as my true gende- I mean, the gender that I theoretically would be. He'd get Misa to take me out clothes shopping for sure. He'd see me in some cute outfit she picked out for me, and see the smile on my face and-) Light: (Wait, why is this even relevant? I haven't thought a single intelligent thought since the beginning of this conversation.) L: …It was a simple 'yes' or 'no' question. Light: (That's right. L probably thinks that Kira would spend a long time thinking of how to answer as to avert potential suspicion. If I was simply his friend Light Yagami, I wouldn't have such a reason to hesitate. I have to choose something quickly, or he's going to suspect me even more.) Light: (My answer is… no. Of course I've never considered anything like that. Never ever in my life. There's nothing that L can extrapolate from that. It's the correct answer.) Light: …Once or twice. L: Oh? Light: (…Fuck.)

[Biannual Japanese Detective Meetup {Online}]

L: [logs on] Good afternoon. Tsukuyo: Lawliet-san, do you come bearing good news? L: Yep. I finally got her to admit it. Tsukuyo: That's extremely excellent! Tsukuyo: Don't worry, I have a good contact who's been supplying my girlfriend for a while now. L: Do say hello to Yukika Nanase for me. Tsukuyo: I will make sure to! Tsukuyo: So, about the Kira investigation, then…? L: Well, the pieces have started to fall into place, but I can't say there's a smoking gun, or… smoking book, yet. Tsukuyo: …Monsieur Poiret could've gotten proof by now. L: Well, when he jumps off off of the page and into our reality, maybe he'll come and help out. Akechi: Are you two done? Tsukuyo: Akechi-san, is that really the way you want to talk to someone who's your friend's estrogen middlewoman as well? L: …I didn't know you were Kurusu's HRT hookup. Akechi: Hm? It's for Yoshiza- Akechi: … Akechi: Akira's trans?!

[evilfrogcereal29]

ANOTHER NIKTO X READER I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THESE SPECIFIC SCENARIOS JUST COME TO MIND DJDHSKS

this is made with a fem!reader in mind, I try to write everything kind of GN, so sorry, but gender is kind of important for this specific piece cause reader's mistaken for a man and doesn't correct anyone to hide their identity

Tw: drinking, swearing, google translated russian, probably a bit ooc Nikto, I make him a lil softer than he probably is.

Nikto x Disguised(?)!fem!reader

- "You're pretty small for a guy"

- you were more than used to that sentence by now, and you never once saught to correct or challenge anyone on it. Who cared? There where more important things than whats in your pants, and it was better that everyone thought you you a man anways.

- You were very private about your identity, you had friends and family back home you didn't want getting wrapped up in this shit. You've seen how petty people can be for just a little bit of revenge.

- you wore a full suit of gear that masked your feminine form, including a helmet with a built in voice changer. (You sounded similar to that of a metro-cop from half-life 2, but with way more clarity)

- You didn't even push the man narrative, everyone just naturally started using he & him for you, unaware of your past or who you really were.

- You were, for the most part, one of the guys. Your file even stated you as male. A serious oversight by the higher-ups.

- So then why was Nikto currently pointing a gun amd looking at a woman in *your* armor?

- *Funny timeskip that i added here because I thought it'd be a bit confusing jumping between these two bullet points*

- You often frequented the showers late at night, it was the only time you could wash yourself uninterrupted by others prying eyes.

- You never realized how often you and Nikto barely evaded seeing eachother. You’d finish, disappear from the showers back to your room, and Nikto would come in, with the same idea of a late shower as you within a few minutes to as soon as 30 seconds after you departed.

- Tonight though, maybe by fate, you both got the idea at the same time, unfortunately for Nikto, you walked just a little faster.

- Nikto almost immediately turned around when he heard the water running, there was no point. Yet there was also frustration, and an overwhelming urge to confront whoever it was. Who the hell was showering at this hour?! He’s never had this problem before, who was deciding to give him problems tonight?

- He cracked the door open, head peeping inside, his eyes widen big at you- whoever you were- in his fellow solider's suit.

- Now it should've occured to someone as intelligent as Nikto that this *was* his fellow solider, but he had known you for a while, and had never suspected anything before, he would've known if you weren't anyone you said you are...right? Had you truely bested Nikto?

- He pulled out his gun right as you seemed to notice him, letting out a yelp. You were a confident 'man' on the battlefield, but now, you were red in the face, caught in a web of lies you didn't even mean to string.

- *Timeskip from earlier ends here :3 there will be more timeskips tho because my ADHD ass LOVES giving context*

- "ублюдок, ты кто? Where is our teammate? What did you do to him?" He growled, cocking his gun and aiming it right at the girl's head.

- Your eyes are wide, as big as half-dollars, and threw your hands up into the air.

- "Nikto its me! Its me!" You plead. Only receiving a sneer and angry grunt

- "You think I'm a stupid man, маленькая девочка?!" He yelled, stepping closer, finger twitching on the trigger, his bloodlust rising.

- The running water is the only thing breaking the terrifying tension in the room, you're mind is racing, how do you get this killer off your back. You needed to prove who you were. Think! Think!

- "Please don't shoot- let me prove it, I can prove it's me Nikto. I-..." You feel your cheeks heating up, god this was fucking embarrassing, and Mr. Emotionless here is the last person you wanted to slip up with. Even if you did prove yourself, he might kill you just because he felt a little angry that you didn't tell him personally. You gulp at that thought.

- Nikto grins under his mask, amused, truely, his gun lowers a bit.

- "Go on." He muses, "tell me something only HE would know." He smirks, thinking about how he's going to lay your body in the shower and watch the blood seep down the drain.

- *Time skip backwards again here, cause I love me some backstory :3*

- Your mind races. You and Nikto weren't 'friends' per se, but you had a past, you had met him right around when he had come out of rehabilitation after his sickening torture. He was worse back then, he would snap on teammates. He snapped on you, pinning you to the wall once, eyes dilated and filled with a primal kind of rage, he pressed down on your neck.

- "Мы сломаем твои кости, как стекло, маленький муравей."

- You had picked up some Russian from being around him and other fluent operators, knowing a decent amount, and in that moment you knew just enough to fear for your life.

- Thankfully Minotaur was in the area, and while he enjoyed watching a good scuffle bewteen two soldiers, he knew very well that this one would end with you dead, breaking up you two with very careful wording and while staying a very far away distance from the still ravenous, blood-thirsty Nikto.

- Surprisingly, you didn't completely avoid him after that, not like you could, the allegiance seemed to love put you two on the same team. Something about the variety of both your skillsets.

- It was true, you had to admit. You and Nikto worked very professionally on the field, quick and easy kills, communicating everything with head & hand gestures instead of talking. It was preferable for the both of you. And always ended with success. So maybe thats why you always ended up near eachother. Still, you always tried to give the Psychotic man the benefit of the doubt. Knowing the story of his past, as told to you by Rodion, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the broken man.

- It eventually built up to you having a very personal moment with Nikto.

- You were on a long-term mission, you'd been deployed in Yakutsk, Russia. Yes, one of the coldest fucking places in the entire country. Reaching nearly unalivable conditions- In your opinion- but of course Nikto never complained, he liked the cold after all.

- You had shacked up in an abandoned home on the outskirts of the city for the night. You laid on the one of the dirty mattresses left there by the old tenants, whoever they were.

- You shivered and shook like a rabid animal. Unable to sleep from how cold you were. Even in your full body of armor, it wasn't doing enough. You had those crap emergency blankets but even they, and the addition of the thin poo-stained mattress beneath you, didn't help with the very persistent cold that seemed to seep in through every crack of the home possible.

- You can only assume Nikto is fast asleep, at least, until you hear a soft humming, one that turns into soft singing, its gruff, and deep, but as you continue to listen, you find it rather soothing.

- "Здравствуйте, девочки Здравствуйте, мальчики Смотрите на меня в окно...." He sang, tapping his foot to a beat in his head. It seemed there *were* moments where nikto wasn't being mentally tortured by his own mind. Instead, filled with a melody from childhood.

- You rolled over and saw Nikto sitting criss-cross on the other mattress, his mask was slightly lifted up, but it was too dark to make out anything but the outline of his chin, and there was something in his hand, a bottle of Vodka.

- Now that you found weird, Nikto usually wasn't one to live up to the stereotype, in fact, he barely drank at all. Sure, he did drink lots in his youth, and still did a few lines of coke or toked off the occasional blunt when the offer somehow came up, but he was sworn off alcohol for the most part, especially vodka or anything strong, it gave him extremely awful headaches, he was hangovers bitch.

- You finally sat up after a few minutes, alerting him to your presence, his singing ceased and he pulled his mask back down over his mouth quickly, shooting you a dangerous glare.

- you frowned through your helmet that you kept on, blinking tired, dissapointed eyes at him.

- "Don't stop, I didn't know you could sing like that Nikto... Or that you drank-"

- "Господи, заткнись, сука. ты ничего обо мне не знаешь" he said defensively, you couldn't recognize every word but you recognized every swear, flinching at his vile language, but recognizing the slight slur in his words. A sign of inebriation.

- "Nikto...? You're drunk?" You try to ask, but he follows it up with a quick and defiant 'no' and more swearing. You let him, knowing better than you argue with the bullish man. Let him stop seeing red, than you could keep talking.

- "So.. what about tonight made you finally want to drink, I thought you liked the cold?" You ask, tilting your head.

- "I'm not drinking cause I'm sad." He corrected you coldly, setting the bottle down beside him, "The opposite actually."

- Nikto was...happy drinking? You didn't think normal people did that, but than again Nikto wasn't normal so- you supposed it made sense.

- "Whats the occasion?" You ask after a moment of consideration, and now that you thought about it, it was a bit rude, let the man be happy. occasion or not.

- "Everything is... Quiet tonight. I think we're just happy to be somewhere that feels like home." he says, tapping the side of his head.

- You're happy for him. He deserves moments like these. You find yourself scooting closer, settling down beside him when he doesn't shoo you away.

- "Tell me about your home, Nikto." You ask politely, taking him by surpise, catching him in a moment of vulnerability in his nostalgia and drunk-ness. The usual softness in your real voice, even with the voice changer, was present.

- He goes on to describe his early life to you, albiet, in bit and pieces, it's obvious he's holding back, relinquishing some details while stating others blantly. He also just doesn't remember much. Everything from birth to 5 years old is a blur for him. He just remembers his older brother and mom, and a vague outline of a father figure, but he left before Nikto's 6th birthday, Nikto can't remember his face or the sound of his voice anymore.

- He pointed out the song he was singing earlier, he listened to it often when he was a younger man. It reminded him of his mother and brother, of sitting at the dinnertable eating warm meals as a family whenever they scrounged up enough money to have the luxury of doing so. The laughter and love they shared, even if things around them were lackluster.

- He details early life in the military, his becoming of a spy and his... Eventual Downfall and capture.

- "One job, I got messy... I wasn't looking where I was going I..." He trailed off. He stopped telling his story and you reached a hand out, resting a hand on his shoulder.

- "Its okay. I get it. You don't need to tell me anymore if it hurts." You reassure, seeing the way he tenses under your pitiful touches.

- "I deserved it." He tried to continue, but you interupted him

- "None of that now. Just shut up and think about the now." You scold, noticing the wide eyes stare Nikto gives you.

- No one has ever told him to shut up before. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks underneath his mask, thank god he was wearing one.

- "Sorry." He muttered, and now you both sat there a bit stunned and quiet. The moment you were experiencing together left the both of your heart's racing, wondering a million things about the other.

- You because you had never seen such a soft, apologetic side of Nikto before, a man with no regrets, no empathy. He seemed so... Human?

- And Nikto because he couldn't believed he was being so soft and apologetic with someone. He always had his walls up. His mental fortress guarded with maximum security at all times. But you caught him when the Vodka- 3/4th a bottle of it that he found stashed in a drawer somewhere in the shack- had him weak, and you didn't take advantage of him. Didn't judge or even really cast much pity towards him. He didn't like being pitied. Fucking hated it actually. But here you were, rubbing his shoulder, which wasn't exactly an *unwelcomed* gesture, and sitting in silence with him. The voices were at bay tonight. Right now. It was just him, or whatever was left of Andre.

- "I used to walk 4 miles to school every morning in the freezing cold, and almost got hit by a pickup truck and stolen by a pack of wolves doing it." He suddenly blurted out, the previously warm vibes of the room returning as Nikto casted the past out of his mind. You were right. He was being too emotional, he should focus on the now.

- And right now, the booze brought him back to fonder memories, ones of childhood mischief and near death experiences.

- You looked at him with wide eyes and couldn't help the burst of laughter that followed, something that Nikto didn't find insulting, in fact, he was smiling too, underneath that mask.

- "You think that's funny, just wait til I tell you where I got my first tattoo..." He chuckled with his thick, russian accent.

- You and Nikto shared stories all night. And never once did Nikto question it, like when you told him you took ballet, or when you ripped your prom dress, or even when you told him about your first boyfriend. He shrugged it off. He wasnt exactly as straight as a board either. And the military exposed him to people from all walks of life.

- Of course, Nikto still thought you were a *man* at this point. A very effeminate acting man, but a man none the less.

- *Time skip ends here SORRY IF U HATED THAT SJSHSK*

- But now Nikto's world was flipped on it's head, as you combed through your mind, you find yourself going back to that silly song he sang. Trying to recall the words.

- "Здравствуйте.... дев-вочки.." you started, cringing at your poor pronouncations of the words and shrilly little singing voice.

- Nikto's eyes widen in recognition, all former sneers and snickers long gone. He wasn't joking anymore, and it seemed you weren't either.

- "Здравствуйте, мальчики..." You continued, your cheeks growing impossibly red, "С-Cмотрите на меня в окно.."

- "That's enough. Stop. Stop it." Nikto demanded, aiming his gun right at you again, "how do you know that? That night?"

- "Cause it's me Nikto! I'm a girl!" You exclaimed, getting annoyed yourself. You practically just performed for the bastard, and now he was still trying to shoot you, just like you figured.

- There was a moment of silence. And Nikto stood there, as if needing to process everything that just happened.

- "Put on the helmet." He demands. And you don't defy him, placing your helmet on, the change in your voice is like night and day,

- "I didn't think it mattered this much, I'm sorry." You said genuinely. Your voice deepened to it usual state, confirming your indentity.

- There a few more moments of silence before Nikto coughs, grabbing your attention. He straightens himself. Lowering his gun and putting the safety back on. There's a sense of embarrassment in his movements, he's tense, and avoiding your eye contact.

- "It...it doesn't matter. We'll just shower tomorrow morning." He says and hurries off. Another vulnerable moment with you, what was wrong with him?! He hated himself right now. For having never realized, and for having threatened you.

- Nikto did hold you in high regards, not that he would ever tell you or another soul. He respected your dedication to the work, and after that night in the cabin, a mutual but unspoken trust was formed bewteen the two of you. You never had a moment like it afterwards. Well. Until now.

- You don't dare go after Nikto in that moment, but you want to. It's late, and if you woke everyone else up and made them aware of the situation, only god knows what would happen. So you shower and head off to bed, replaying senarios in your mind, planning what you'd say to Nikto first thing in the morning.

- Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you see it, he beat you to it.

- You were still sleeping when a heavy-handed Knock came to your door, sending you scurrying out of bed for your gear. You reach for your helmet until you hear the voice on the other side.

- "Hey... Its Nikto...let us in, please." He says, his voice gruff and demanding as usual but theres something else there....Pleading? Hoping?

- You freeze, fiddling with your helmet before deciding its not worth it. You quickly move to open the door, making sure noone else is around before ushering Nikto in.

- He takes a moment to look you up and down. You're not wearing any gear now. Just some plaid pajama pants and a white tanktop.

- He sighs, shaking any stray thoughts from his head. "We should talk. About last night." He finally states, and you agree with a simple nod, motioning for him to sit next to you on your bed.

- It feels like last time, except the cards have been flipped, this time, it was your secrets that were being spilled, and Nikto had the questions.

- "Why?" He asked flatly, "why hide your gender?"

- "Why hide your face?" You fire back, rolling your eyes at him like it was obvious, "for privacy, same reason as you, as Krueger. We don't want anyone knowing what we look like, our identities" you said, using another member of the allegiance, Sebastian Krueger, as an example.

- Nikto's eyes dart down in thought, and he nods, "I see."

- Theres more silence, it seems that was a recurring theme between you two, long bouts of silence. Never once did either of you try to force conversation. It came naturally.

- Nikto really appreciated that about you in this moment. It allowed him to get his thoughts straight, arguing with the voices for a bit before he opens his mouth again.

- "No one has to know." He says, like its that simple, and stands up. He starts for the door and you move to follow, a hand on his bicep.

- "Nikto wait- that's it?" You ask, confused, but what did you really expect? Nikto wasn't the type to gossip. If information needed to be gathered and brought back his superiors, he would. But that wasn't what he was asked to do.

- "да, that's it." He said standing the in the doorway with finality.

- He shut the door behind him with a click and you stood there dumbfounded. Did any of that really just happen, or was all of this one big dream you were about to wake from?

- You pinched yourself with a winced and cursed under your breathe. This was reality. Could you really trust Nikto with this secret? Without blackmail? Without shame?

- Apparently, yes. As you would come to find out. In fact, you soon realize that this whole incident only made you and Nikto somehow closer.

- In battles, during tight situations, he was always there. Freeing you from the enemies grasp, carrying you with a bullet wound in your back. He was your personal guard.

- He wasn't being more protective just cause he knew you're a girl, he knew you were deadly. He's seen what you're capable off. No. You come to learn Nikto does this as a display of affection. Subtlety showing his appreciation for keeping his secrets, and in return, he keeps your's, and keeps you alive as well.

- After one particularly long mission, you're walking alongside each other, covered in dirt and grime, heading to the showers as the sun set and everyone heads for bed.

- You two showered together now, of course, broken up by thin curtains. It was a bit intimate, but it was an easier agreement than an already insomnia ridden-Nikto getting up at ungodly hours of the morning to shower.

- As you're walking together you nudge him gently, "good work today. You still fight well for a guy your age." You tease. Nikto knew full well you were hiding a shit eating grin under than helmet of yours, grimacing at you.

- "Yeah, good work to you too... For a girl." He says back venomously, earning him a playful punch.

- "Bastard! Don't be so loud about that!" You scold while whisper-yelling, but Nikto can still hear the smile in your voice. And knows its in jest.

- "It would be a shame if the others knew what a pretty little woman you really were."

- "It would be a shame if the others knew about the smiley face tattoed on your buttcheek."

- Both of your faces are red and concealing mischievous grins. This was you and Nikto's relationship now. Learnings eachothers secrets, and using them to pick on eachother. Playful banter.

- Everyone around base notices what you two are doing...just FUCK already you two... Damn. The tension is killing everyone.

- You and Nikto will probably end up together after a while more of this, its inevitable. You're just unjudgemental enough to deal with his freak, while also being one of the only solider's on base willing to put up with his terrifying, intimidating aura for long periods of time!

- Nikto always kind of liked you, as a man, and even now as a woman. And sharing your secrets only solidified that attraction in his mind. You were his милый, and he would keep you and your secrets safe for as long as he lived.

AHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT SORRY IF THE END FEELS RUSHED I TRIED TO CONCLUDE THIS LONG ASS STORY, I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH YAP I HAD IN ME😳

The song Nikto was humming is Кино - Алюминиевые огурцы, and was inspired by a comment on my post about Russian and Austrian musc left by @weepingmagazinesandwich and once I heard that song I knew I had to use it in a writing piece its just so sweet. The two playlists were made btw I just never publicly posted them (also cause Nikto's list is chronically short, and Krueger's playlist is already almost hours long) so- idk if y'all want those posted but lmk👍 I hope you enjoyed this- whatever you'd call it. Idk what to call the reader in this. Disguised!reader sounds so silly.

I have a sfw agere krueger drabble comin out soon, and I just started writing big chunks of the hubby!gromsko x reader hcs.

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Howdy, can I please make a request for a ThrawnxF!reader . they have children together but he has no interest in marriage, and because of this and because of their age gap, she is known as the Grand admiral concubines /mistresses.

Either she embraces it, or will she confront him about it.

This is an interesting starting point, but it would be quite OOC for Thrawn to do that (imo), so I took the liberty to tweak it a bit, I hope you don't mind 😋

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: pregnancy, cultural miscommunications, reader may lacks some neurons... oops

You huff sitting down with your pregnant belly preventing you from moving easily. You groan as it tenses up your lower back muscles. 

“Hard day, mama?” Karyn eyeballs you, lightly amused as she sips on her cup of caff. 

“Arf, don’t tell me about it! They are destroying me, they kick and move around all night!” 

“It must not be that hard if you keep having them.” She chuckles, “It’s the fourth one, correct?” 

“Fifth: I had twins.” You correct. 

“Ah yeah... Grand Admiral Thrawn’s greatest accomplishment.” She muses, “He was so enthralled by the news he invited me for a drink in his office instead of strategizing.” 

“Glad to know my boyfriend and best friend meet behind my back” You snigger, “Should I start to worry?” 

It is a joke of course, you know Thrawn would never cheat on you, especially not when you are carrying his heirs and Karyn would never betray you in such a way but she seems to not have gotten the memo with the look she is giving you right now. 

“It’s a joke, Karyn. I know you’re not doing anything behind my back.” You exhale a tired chuckle as your baby kicks again. 

She gauges you up and down with a weird expression, stirring her cup. 

“What?” You demand. 

“Nothing... Just that Grand Admiral Thrawn would probably not appreciate that.” 

“What? Joking about him cheating? Maybe, but you do not need to tell him.” You wink at her. 

“No, the ‘boyfriend’ thing.” 

You raise an eyebrow at her, lost. 

“Then what am I supposed to call him then? ‘Sir’? ‘Master’? Cause I am not doing that.” 

“Simply your ‘husband’.” She explains, “I do not think he would appreciate being relegated to a ‘boyfriend’ status, that is all.” 

You sneer before wincing in pain. 

“Karyn, do you see a ring on my finger? Then he is not my husband, not even my fiance. He is my boyfriend. The father of my children but my boyfriend.” 

She looks more and more disconcerted. 

“That is not how he refers to you.” 

“Really? If you tell me he calls me his ‘baby mama’ I am going to cause a scene.” You joke, gulping your can of fruit juice. 

You are craving fruit juice so badly with this pregnancy... For the former one it was chocolate biscuits with whipped cream! 

“He calls you his wife, (Y/n).” She drops the bomb on you. 

Your gulp almost goes the wrong way and you start coughing behind your hand. 

“What?!”  

“You never noticed? This is how he refers to you to others.” 

“No?!” You respond flabergasted, “Since when?!” 

“Several years? A little bit before your first one if I recall.” 

You open your eyes wide open. 

You concede that you are a pretty obliging person but Thrawn seems to have taken some liberties behind your back! You raise on your feet, fuming and head toward Thrawn’s office under Karyn’s questioning gaze. 

Apparently, a discussion is in order. Thrawn needs to learn that being a Grand Admiral doesn’t grant him all the rights in the world, especially towards you! 

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“Hello, dear ‘husband’ of mine!” You coo, leaning against the doorframe. 

Thrawn raises his gaze from his datapad to lay on you, a tight smile flourishing on his lips. 

“Hello, Ch’acah. You seem in good spirits today.” 

You refrain your eyes from twitching at his compliment. Is he already playing the smartass? 

“What can I help you with?” He asks, laying his pad on his desk to fully focus on you, his eyes shining bright, “Is it about the baby? Do you need a back massage?” 

“I need nothing, WE need a discussion, however.” You start, entering the office. 

Thrawn tilts his head to you without departing from his small grin. He gestures to the chair on the other side of his desk. 

“Please take a seat. What do you wish to discuss, Cheo Ch’acah?” 

You do not sit down, preferring to lean forward, a hand on his desk, hovering over him. 

“I would like to discuss husband privileges and how you help yourself with them.” 

He squints at you, silent questions in his eyes. 

“Is it about the baby?” He finally asks. 

“No, Thrawn.” You cut short, “I would appreciate you stop referring to me as your wife to others.” 

“I do not follow.” 

You agitate your hand before his eyes. 

“Simple, see my naked finger? As long as there is no ring on it, you do not have the privilege to call me ‘your wife’. This is husband privilege and you have not upgraded the situation to that level yet!” 

His eyes navigate from your hand to your face, a puzzled expression on his features. 

“You cannot have your cake and eat it too, okay? If you want to parade as a husband, wife me up. Until then you are my ‘boyfriend’. I understand that you might be uncomfortable being referred to as a ‘boyfriend’ at your age and rank, but this is up to you at this point!” You snarkily explain, “I think I gave you enough hint that I wanted to be more than that, but you never proposed. So man up and accept that you are just a boyfriend for now!” 

He slowly blinks, his mouth behind his folded hands, listening attentively to your complaints. You abandon your sass for a sweeter tone. 

“But if you want to change things up, feel free to do so, I will not complain!” You raise back up, crossing your arms on your chest. 

He remains silent for a few more seconds with a stern expression before taking the ground. 

“I do not understand.” 

You gruff, annoyed. 

“Listen up Mister. You may be the father of our children but you do not get to polish your portrait with an honorable title you did not earn, okay?! It may be shameful for a Grand Admiral to get a woman pregnant without marrying her, but at that point that is on you! It is the fifth one and I still see no ring!” 

“(Y/n)...” He speaks incredibly calm but also deadly serious, “We are married.” 

You blink in silence. 

Is he gaslighting you or something? That would be a first in your relationship, but apparently it is never too late to start! 

You let out a sneer. 

“Would you please not take me for an idiot, Thrawn? I would really appreciate it.” 

“I am not taking you for an idiot, (Y/n). I am absolutely serious. Do you not remember the ceremony?” 

Is he... Is he serious right now? You consider him carefully like he was crazy. 

“No...? We never went to the temple or any officials of any kind?” 

“It was in the living room of our apartment, Ch’acah. We drank the tea, recited the vows, and made love all night.” His voice remains assured but you can see in his eyes he seems... distraught. 

“We... Drank tea and made love? Do you remember the amount of time we did that? At the apartment no less?” 

He looks into your eyes and lets out a deep sigh. He lowers himself to open a cabinet of his desk and takes out a metallic box that he puts on the desk for you to see.  

“I search for this tea for months.” He opens the box to reveal mauve tea leaves and a scent that punches in the face with memories “We brewed it together for an entire week, drank it sharing a cup, and recited the vows before going to bed. Do you not remember that night?” 

“I assumed you tried to be romantic after a long campaign!” 

“I asked you to tie your fate and life to mine for eternity.” He continues placidly. 

“I thought you were asking me for a baby! How was I supposed to know they were vows?” 

“You recited them back to me as the ceremony demanded.” 

“I simply reciprocated?! You asked me so I asked you in return!” 

You feel yourself getting dizzy. You do remember that evening now, it was chilly outside and thrawn prepared a fire, he turned off all other lights and invited you to sit with him in front of the fire to share a cup of that tea he purchased earlier near the wild regions and brew for an entire week. It tasted savory and a bit salty honestly. He prophesized his love to you and you gladly confessed yours back, he then took you languorously before that open fire all night, shielding you from the night with his mighty body. 

... Is that a Chiss wedding ceremony? 

“This tea is part of many legends on Chiss worlds. As it is said it bound the soul of two gods of the night for all eternity in our myths, and it became integral to our wedding ceremonies. Sharing it with your intended is the staple of any Chiss wedding.” He explains, “The vows and lovemaking are common to human practices.” 

You need to sit down. You are going to fall or something and the pregnancy doesn’t help! Seeing you getting weak Thrawn immediately stands up to give you support. You shakily pull the chair and sit on it with his help, breathing deeply. 

What did he just tell you? 

“You could have been clearer!” You admonish him. 

“The vows were pretty explicit.” He counters. 

“Either way! Do you think this is enough to get married in the Empire? Alien’s ceremonies hold no legality here!” You counter! 

He looks at you more and more confused. 

“I made you sign the legal papers the next day.” He retorts, a strange edge in the tone. 

“The ne- Those were marriage papers?!” You ask flabbergasted. 

His shoulders lower slightly. 

“Did you not read them?” 

“We were in the process of buying the apartment, I thought you needed my signature for co-ownership.” You explain, “Do you remember the amont of paper you asked me to sign? I did not have time to read everything!” 

He looks down at you from his full height, a hint of pain in the glow of his eyes. 

“Do you truly think I would get you pregnant without making you my wife first?” He finally asks, “And evince disrespect towards your personhood?” 

You bite your lips. That indeed seemed quite bizarre for him, and you were surprised to not see any ring appear on your finger after the announcement of your first pregnancy. When the second pregnancy arrived and still no ring was to be found you simply accepted that you did not know him as well as you first expected. 

Or so you thougt! 

“No...” You admit, “It would be quite... out of character.” 

He contemplates you in silence, hands clasped behind his back before skirting his desk. Very... tense. 

“Thrawn...” You breathe, calculating your error, “Ch’acah, I am truly sorry. I... I just...” 

His burning gaze turns to you, but you have no word to save yourself. What could you say now to soothe the wound? 

“Just tell me you did not pretend we were not together to others during this entire time.” He finally speaks with the coldest tone you ever heard from him. 

“No!” You immediately protest, “I never pretend such a thing!” 

He gauges you up and down, his lips pressed in a thin line before averting his gaze towards his ysalamiry statues. 

“Thrawn...” You call, standing back up to embrace him from behind, “I am sorry I did not realize sooner. I love you, do not be mad at me please...” 

You hear him breath deeply before taking your arms off of him and turning towards you, holding your hands. 

“I am not mad at you. I am simply a bit... Shocked.” 

You wince, squeezing his hand in an appeasing gesture. 

“I should have been clearer in my intentions. I assumed you understood the meaning of the ceremony as you went along with it. The blame is on me.” He edicts, recovering his regal attitude. 

“No, I should have understood on my own.” You correct him, “I should have understood when you reacted at my first pregnancy. You are not one to abandon your pregnant woman to uncertainty, I should have realized-” 

“Then it is both on us.” He stops you before it derails. 

“But... Why not a human ceremony too?” You cannot help but ask. 

“Back at the beginning of our relationship, you stated you did not like all this ceremonial. I thought you would be more receptive to an alien courtship.”  

And it downs on you. 

“Oh... I lied.” 

He tilts his head, question in his eyes.  

“I lied because I thought you would leave me if I told you I was thinking about marriage.” You bite your lips, “Like my ex.” 

He sighs deeply. 

“Like that impotent fool?” 

You bat your eyelids and grin, raising his hands to your lips to kiss his knuckles foundly. 

“I was wrong Thrawn, and I have never been happier.” 

“Are you?” He investigates, still on the defensive. 

“Yes! I entered this room as a possible future single mother of five and I will exit it as a married woman.” 

“You entered as a married woman.” He leans forward to kiss your forehead, recovering softer dispositions. “Now you can proclaim your status to the entire world.” 

“Like you did all this time?” You chuckle. 

“Indeed. I take great pride in being married to you and fathering our children. Your are my greatest success.” He confesses, holding you close to his giant stature in a tight hug. 

“I love you, Ch’acah.” You murmur only to him. 

“I love you more.” He smiles tightly, “Do I now have your blessing to flaunt my husband’s privileges?” He taunts. 

You cannot help but burst out laughing. 

“Yes! Yes you can!” 

And he captures your lips for an infinitely tender kiss. 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @Thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @elise2174 @davesrightshoe @Holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni 

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...heyyy 😛😛😛 it's the one who asked 4 the hawkeye & punisher trans hcs, turned out perfect btw LOVED IT 2 BITS!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also anything hawkeye related I also read with pace u write so good and u literally have the inability to ever write ooc it's!!! insanne!!!!!!!

um ❤😛 if u need ben & johnny stuff.... u could do.... reaction 2 be trans .. again... maybe... 🔥🔥🔥

Thank you so much!! I'm so happy you liked the first part, and I'm so honored you think I don't write ooc- literally my worst fear every time I post something.

Also I apologize Ben's part is like half the size of Johnny's, I just think he's more forward than anyone else? Might be tweaking

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

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This guy…. THIS GUY. He's well versed on things like this, he knows trans people exist- but that doesn't mean he's great at being around them.

It's not like he's intentionally rude, and if he's informed about it he does try, but he's just really- REALLY- bad at remembering anything. He can't remember people's names unless they're someone he interacts with every day, he can't remember phone numbers- hell it took him years to remember his sisters new last name after she got married!

But he does try.

While he does know more than probably the people around him- the people he hangs out with- but he's not great at noticing, you have to tell him to his face. He ignores everything about it until he's told, and then it all clicks. So that's why you were so iffy about this or that, that's why you had this specific clothing piece or started doing that with your hair. Genuinely, it all is basically blocked out of his head until he's told, so you have to tell him yourself- he will not figure it out for himself.

When you do eventually tell him, he does everything he possibly can. He's spending his money on you in any way you allow him to, buying you any gender affirming things you need, he's paying for your haircut and taking you to the best stylist or his barber (who's also the best, obv), he's got your expenses- just say what you need.

Johnny is the type of guy to definitely be defensive over his friends, and even strangers, that are minorities. If anyone were to misgender you or say your dead name he would definitely stand up and correct them- usually politely first but if it keeps happening he'll just get more and more aggressive about it.

And yes, he will go to pride with you (not like he needs you to go, he's definitely gone by himself because- duh, it's Johnny Storm!!), or even go to doctors appointments if you're getting affirming care. He can do your shots for you too, if you don't want to do them yourself.

Ben is a guy who knows what it's like to be different, though not in the traditional sense. While he's not super knowledgeable of most of this stuff, he's a guy who is supportive no matter what.

It's all still new for him, yes, but he does learn as the days go by- willingly, might I add. He's probably in those queer NYC Facebook groups and asks questions in them all the time to understand more, and thankfully many people are willing to answer.

He isn't the type of guy to assume outright, if he suspects he'll ask after about a week of mulling it over- he doesn't want to be rude. If he's right he gives himself an imaginary pat on the back, good job him for that.

If you don't want anyone to know about it yet he'll keep it a secret, he wants you to make you comfortable.

Going back to Ben knowing what it's like to be different, he's so willing to be there if you need to talk about it. Truly, he's someone who knows what it feels like, and if you want advice or comfort he's your guy.

He's also the type of guy to buy you stuff if you need it, though not as much as Johnny, he's more of a words of affirmation guy- which does shine through during one on one moments together, he's real poetic when he wants to be.

Again, just like Johnny, he does stand up for you if you can't do it yourself- but if you can he'll take a step back to let you handle it yourself. Definitely the “they/he/she asked for no pickles” guy more than anything.

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Hii, I got read your dragon hybrid posts and I'm loving the idea. Question though.. since dragons are reptiles do the hybrids have like a preening time where you see scales loosening up. I can see the reader picking loose scales in areas they can't reach

Always yours ✨ anon

Note: Hi anon 🙋🏻‍♀️!!! I had so much fun thinking about this, honestly, you really made my day, thank you so much !! Please send some others like this anytime !

Warning: None, maybe OOC, but I really don't care, it's my head canon! Maybe false information about snakes and other types of reptiles, cause by ignorance. All my informations about reptiles was fed to me by google. Sorry in advance.

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I’m cackling.

Can you imagine Daemon/Caraxes just having to peel their skin like snakes? Like, it’s weird enough on a reptile, and encombrant, but on a human ??? Disgusting. Honestly, Daemon is happy that he got his spurt of growth as a young teenager. Now, the shedding happens mostly once* a year, or every other year, if he’s really lucky and not stressed during that time. Stress only adds wrinkles and wrinkles means shedding. Most definitely, Daemon would not ask for help when he sheds, but Caraxes might very well lean his big-ass neck to you, or have you scratch at his back to help. 

Dry brushes and gentle hands is what Caraxes likes most, and Darmon will act all cocky, but he rather likes being massaged with the scented oils you have afterwards. « There all gifts from me anyway, so, aren’t they a little bit mine, too? » 

I don’t think that Helaena and Aegon have spent enough time as dragons for the preening to affect their human form, I do think that, while they love t fly, they are more resorbed about their dragon form.They do have loose scale coming out sometimes, but way less often then, say Aemond, and even Aemond has less then Jace and Baela. I’ve read somewhere that it happens more when the reptiles are in a good, stable environment (correct me if I’m wrong, I know nothing of reptiles). Seeing how… unhappy Alicent’s children are, I’ll take a wild guess and say that they are not in a good and stable, and so, it does affect their preening period(s). 

I do feel like Love (Aegon’s) would keep one yellow-golden scale, gifted to them as a necklace by Aegon one time. Helaena’s (Y\N) will not receive anything, and they’re lucky to even find a scale. Helaena would somewhat feel ashamed about having loose scales, as if she wasn’t different enough already. Maybe the reader could change her mind, who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️. 

With Jace, I feel like Jewel would also be gifted a scale… once a season has passed. He keeps them updated in fresh scales. And yes, maybe Jewel is stuck cleaning up looses scales from their bed some mornings. 

Baela sheds, like her father. She would ask Rider to help, but mostly because of the intimacy, and not because she truly needs help. She does try not to let loose skin laying around because Rider may or may not have freaked because of it, once… 

Aemond… Would take some times before asking for help. Qelos would have to prove themself to him for a while… but then, he would even go as far as too request their help only to take care of his problem (his words). It’s like a massage, done in the covers of the baldaquins and shadows of candlelights. Will not let them keep the scales, however. 

To Rhaenyra, all of this is natural. She’s not bothered by it at all. Oh, she left some scales behind after waking up this morning ? “Sorry, Beloved, let me ask the help to clean it up.” Would be kinda weirded out if Beloved asks to keep some scaled. To her, it’s like asking to keep her fallen hair. So like, sure? But why tho?  

Laenor would trip over himself trying to explain the process to his Pearl. Probably tries to hide the fact that his scales are loose by keeping his distance (which is excruciating and he hates it, and he hates the sad look you give him, and he hates himself…) He does not want his Pearl to freak out and cause another We’re courting incident. If his Pearl was to ask to keep one of his scales, though, he would take SO LONG choosing the perfect one to gift them… 

*I’ve read that snakes shed 4 to 6 times a year, and I’d imagine that it was true when Daemon and Caraxes were a child, but not as much since he’s grown. 

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[saruchei]

Doubts (Gaming x GN!Reader) (SAGAU IMPOSTER AU)

(Might be a bit OOC, pls correct me 🥲)

"G-Gaming...?"

Gaming's body froze, you knew his name. He lowered his weapon, his doubts coming back to his mind. Ever since everyone was given an order to kill the "imposter" by their "Divine Creator", he thought "Why the heck would we hunt someone just because they have the same face as them, that's a bit cliche 🫤", but he can't defy his god, for he fears punishment.

But you, you knew his name, like you personally knew him, unlike the one on the throne.

"You're not going to kill me...?"

His thoughts got interrupted by your voice, sensing fear in it. He sighed.

"Honestly, despite everyone claims you impersonated Our Grace, you never did anything wrong at all. You also knew my name, unlike the one on the throne who didn't knew me at all, or maybe anyone else"

You looked at him, your fear dwindling down but still kept your guard.

"Yeah, probably that. In fact, I literally appeared here, then everyone started hunting me, like bro, do I look like I'm going to do some heinous crimes that they don't think their Grace or whatever the heck they call them would do?"

Gaming tried his best to hold his laugh. Somehow, even in tough times, you surprisingly have humor (even speaking his language /j). Maybe that kept you sane while you're being hunted down or something.

Then they heard voices. It's the Milileth. Gaming looked at the "imposter", suddenly feeling bad for them.

And that's when he decided to be against the order, deciding his own fate by himself

"Hey, what are you- UHH WHAT THE F--"

Gaming them immediately gave you a glare to shut you up.

"Oi, quiet! I'm going to help this time because who the frick would order people to kill someone just because they have the same face as them?!"

You looked at him in disbelief. He's helping you? But I guess you should be grateful this time, the last time someone helped you is Bennett, Fischl, Razor, and Mona helping you to escape Mondstadt, then you got killed by the Acting Grandmaster Jean, returned home to your world, then managed improved your life there until you fell asleep at the end of the day, only to find yourself you respawned in Liyue, and now the Milileth, the Qixing, heck even the Geo Archon started chasing you! And I guess I could say it's enough for you to slowly develop distrust against anyone. Until this guy started to help you.

"I'm going to take you to my house. My father will probably understand my doubts of this... order..."

You stayed silent as Gaming carried you on the back away from the hunters, safely hidden from them.

"You know, I really wanted to go home. I had known these types of events that would happen in this world when I came, but I half didn't expect this sht would happen to me. I don't want godhood, I don't want to become a god higher than the Archon, I don't like how really submissive but blind these people are when it comes to faith on their beloved "Creator". All I wanted is a perfectly normal life, here in Teyvat, and now I wanted to go back home because of what I suffered..."

Okay, now he felt really bad. You didn't deserved this! He felt thankful for following his guts.

"Anyways, Gaming, did you know I actually laughed at your voiceline about your troubles? Like the way you said "How much?!" and "I'm not paying for a few extra wet wipes!" got me rolling! Oh, and your thoughts on Qiqi, it's so wholesome! I'm glad Qiqi gets the respect she deserves..."

To be honest, when he brought you to his house, he is already flustered about how much you knew him, praised him, heck even he heard you said a lot people from your world liked him because of his personality. Gaming could feel like jumping to the atmosphere, he felt being recognized.

Meanwhile, you feel your trust coming back again, and it's directed towards the guy whom everyone in the fandom called him the "sunshine boi".

And you're quite thankful that he's not blind like those rodents (blinder than Dora the Explorer lol 💀)

"You know, I feel... happy about how much you knew me and praised me. I feel recognized unlike Our Grace for not answering our prayers."

"Anyways, want some dim sum? 😃"

ISTG THIS GUY IS MAKING OUR DAYS BETTER 😭😭💖💖💖

Yo, this is my first time writing a one shot in Tumblr. I usually write the stories on my notebook at school, and maybe sometimes post in Wattpad (I'm barely active there anymore, just only used it for reading purposes-)

[synnthamonsugar]

I've been playing a lot of Prophecy lately (the only part of Season of Arrivals that remains) and I feel like the Eris and Drifter dynamic was originally meant to be like her dynamic with Cayde. Neither of them liked each other, Eris made jibes at both of them about wanting to hurt/kill them (Drifter: You're killin' me, Three Eyes! - Eris: I would love to kill you. / Cayde: Don't worry, I'll keep my ear to the ground. - Eris: And I will try not to step on his head.) and it seems to me like someone at Bungie just thought it was hilarious when Eris had beef with some guy she hated. (Drifter was also just a stand-in for Cayde in a lot of ways once Cayde bit it.)

But then someone ELSE walked into Bungie Studios and went "omg a man and woman bickering? That means they LIKE each other!"

e__e

You're 100% correct, both on Drifter filling Cayde's roll as "funny roguish guy with a dark history" and Eris' and Drifter's dynamic originally mirroring her dynamic with Cayde.

This is probably going to get me marked for assassination but I liked Eris' and Cayde's dynamic. I also liked Arrivals thru Beyond Light-era Eris & Drifter. Even if it flanderized both characters, I think it was funnier than not, and there was just enough tension that I could understand the shippers even if I didn't ship them myself. (Full disclosure: I indulged in a bit of both as a guilty pleasure, though neither was ever a favorite.) Overall, their dynamic was such that one could read into them as platonic, romantic, or even having a bit of a sibling rivalry. It was fun!

But whatever's happened to both of their characterizations is even worse than flanderization, IMO - it really does feel like watching someone's bland OOC "this is a vehicle to have these characters who I think are hot kiss" fanfiction put to screen. It's bitterly funny, but also leaves me with secondhand embarrassment. I can't say I get much schadenfreude, even if I feel validated because I called it playing out in this way years ago.

I think the sexism (and racism) of the D2 writing team is beyond question at this point and leaning on overplayed tropes like bickering = love, grumpy x sunshine, women taming men/men domesticating women, characters being humanized through romance, dead gf for sympathy, etc. kinda drive home both the extent and the mundanity of it. For a few years now I've been saying "how did this survive any sort of scrutiny" when it comes to story beats in D2 (the continual sidelining of black characters, villainous lesbians, killing off disabled characters... etc.) and at this point I'm inclined to think there is none. Everything feels both insincere and self-unaware.

[anime-in-new-albion]

Old Books ~ Dan Heng

Summary: You're looking for a new book to read, so you decide to see if Dan Heng has any. This leads to the two of you engaging in a debate about books and languages to learn...

Pairing: Dan Heng X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 582

Warning: Dan Heng is a bit OOC. This is an AU to the highest degree.

Masterlist

“All I’m saying is Don Quixote was not that great of a book.” You shrugged, perusing one of Dan Heng's many bookshelves.

“And I’m saying you’re absolutely wrong.” He shook his head. “Don Quixote is a charming novel I found on Terra. It was funny and thought provoking at the same time.”

"I never thought I'd live to see the day you call a novel funny, especially one from Terra." You shake your head with a teasing smile.

He shot you a glare. "Forgive me for not being textbooks and calculations all the time."

You held your hands up in mock surrender. "I never said that! But I’m sorry. I just found Don Quixote boring.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Let me guess. You liked those Jane Austen and Brontë novels instead, didn’t you?”

You looked over at him, horrified. “Oh hell no! Wuthering Heights was worse than Don Quixote by a long shot! Heathcliff was the absolute worst!”

He smirked and shook his head. “You’re correct in that observation. I never understood how writers from that age thought those stories were romantic. Are there any classical novels from Terra you do like?”

You paused to think. “Good question. Well, I think the Count of Monte Cristo was really good, one of my favorites actually. A Tale of Two Cities is also pretty good. And I did enjoy reading Anna Karenina and War and Peace.”

One of his eyebrows perked up. “You read War and Peace?”

“More like I skimmed through it.” You mumbled, letting out an awkward giggle. 

Dan Heng shook his head again. “You should read it some time. I think you might enjoy it after you get past all the fluffy 19th century language.”

“I’ll be sure to look into it if I can find it. You never clean up around here. It makes it hard to find anything in this place.”

“Everything has a place and everything is in its place.” He reminded you, his voice sharp.

You rolled your eyes, before muttering under your breath. “Yeah well it seems the place for everything is all over the floor.”

“I heard that!”

All you could do was laugh and hope he didn’t kill you. However, after digging through the shelves some more, you were surprised when he handed you a large book with the words War and Peace printed on the front. You took it, surprised that it felt lightweight despite how big it was.

“Found it.”

“So you did.”

As Dan Heng went back to looking for a new book to read, which was easier said than done, he asked, “So, what’s the oldest book you’ve read?”

“Hmm, probably the Epic of Gilgamesh.”

He nodded. “Not a bad little epic. But I’ve read books older than that.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Of course you have. It's your thing. You love reading books from way back when and from all over the universe. You can probably read every language in the universe and understand it. Even dead languages!”

“Well, I could teach you some if you’d like.” He shrugged.

You perked up. “Please? There are so many cool languages I’d love to learn and use to both impress and scare people with.”

He laughed. “Alright. Pick a language and we’ll start learning when we both have time.”

Nodding, you added smoothly. “You better be prepared for all the love notes in multiple languages I’m going to send you when we're traveling through planets.”

He sighed. "I don't doubt it."

[council-of-beetroot]

What your favourite Hetalia character says about you this is light hearted

Italy- you're basic

Romano - you're basic but you think you're not. You kin him

Germany- you probably have some unresolved issues

America - you are American and have never bothered to look at a map. Or you like your version of America that is ooc

England - I will never understand you

Canada - people ignored you in school

France - you're horny as fuck

China - you are either Chinese or have studied Chinese history or like wuxia. You get annoyed when Canada is subbed in for China when China is far more interesting of a character

Japan - like Japan you're chill to the point where I don't even see you.

Lithuania - I don't want to know the fuck happened to you in your life to find him relatable

Poland - jesteś polakiem

Nordics - there's something off about you but in that way that there is something off about every Mormon I've ever met.

Prussia - you either think he's cool or you just want to ship your other fave with him. You probably like military history but don't want to look like a Nazi. Or you're polish and hate how Polish Prussian history is overlooked in the fandom despite Prussia literally almost decapitating Poland in the show.

Russia - you like the Cold war. You probably have a bunch of weird history memes saved on the phone.

Hungary - you like shipping. Idk I don't usually see anyone with her as their top character.

Austria - you are jewish. Or you are into western European history.

Netherlands - you are either Indonesian or also a Canada fan

Türkiye: you know it's the closest hima will get to ever depicting the middle east, central asia, west asia, and North Africa so you take it.

Micronations - you like Hetalia but don't like history.

Yugotalia: you're here for memes not political correctness.

Portugal : simply a stepping stone to the character that really matters... BRASIL!!!!!!! CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO!!!!!!!!!

...Or you're weird and like either Spain or England

Sorry if I don't have everyone I don't interact with enough people to really know some of the characters.

[dj-wayback]

((ooc feel free to ignore if there's too much here or just cus. Couldn't make up my mind on what I wanted to send. My first ever ask so I'm not used to this (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) ))

Sep strikes me as someone who might appreciate fidget toys. Or just having something to do with their hands (I'm partial to making origami myself). I'm sending over a package with a few small fidgets of varying types and materials (metal, plastic, etc.), a crochet kit, some yarn for finger knitting, a small booklet of tear-off origami paper, a couple hair ties, a puzzle, and a pair of those funny oblong magnets that make that odd sound. And a weighted plush of 33 because I don't think you've gotten many (any?) of those. Sep, I'd appreciate if you'd humor me and try a few of these out. Shouldn't get in the way of your productivity since I don't think you really need your hands for that (correct me if I'm wrong). Give it a shot if for nothing other than the sake of the scientific method (I'm testing a hypothesis here). Up to you though, of course.

This also made me think of fidget spinners, so I'll send a couple of those (one classic plastic, one light up) Wayback's way. And some of those foam capsule dinosaurs you put in water. Bet he'll love those :) .

Khm, hmm, that is, I do value the gesture. I am not one to refuse offerings. Especially ones of high quality such as these. I can tell this was a lot of thought and work, and…but…

I fear you are utterly mistaken in your impression of me. I do not need “something to do with my hands”, I don’t—I do not know why you would…this is not to undermine your efforts, of course, but I am quite unsatisfied with my chamber being used as a place to accumulate purposeless objects.

Because, truly, I do not know what expectations of my actions you had in mind when you sent these over. I do not “fidget”. I do not need “something to do with my hands”. These items add nothing to my productivity, they simply take up space and…I don’t have the time for this. Even if I did have time, I would not be utilizing it in such a senseless way. It’s really not…

A-and if you genuinely needed these tested for…the sake of science…you could have easily done that yourself, I apologize as that is inconsiderate, but it is the truth. Of course in every other circumstance I am always, always happy to provide help and do what’s required of me—this, however, is just…what you ask of me is…

…

Play with them!

I do not—(Needless Separation scoffs in disbelief, like that was an answer they weren’t completely anticipating)—“play”. Who do you take me for? A toddler?

heeeey, what’s the implication here, man? Playing’s fun! Playing with the things you got looks fun! There, logical conclusion just for you brother. PLUS they said it’s for their Hypothesis‼️‼️

I do n—

You Do Not Do Fun, right? Or something like that? You Have No Need For The Fun? You Do Not Require The Fun? did you know you speak like a cartoon villain

…

…….

Okay, fine, you don’t have to Play, but you got other stuff in there too, right? Like—oh! OH!

I—uhhhaha, yyyeah? i mean, what’s not to like, right? it’s also really fun and you get to make a pretty picture and feel smart about it, it’s like, very high on my tierlist of Activities. straight up A-tier

I simply did not take you for someone who…

…

Well, I would not use something as unsophisticated as “fun” to refer to it. I would call it intellectually stimulating, if anything.

oh, it’s intellectually stimulatingggg, okay whatever you say Mr. Serious (definitely not cartoon villain)

I—

i still think you should do it! i—well, i don’t know if you want to—probably not—but i could, y’know, help……or i couldn’t…..or i…………could………………………or i couldn’t. Or could I

…While, yes, this activity seems to at least serve as a solution to a problem of some kind and has a designated purpose, thus being made more appealing than all the…other ones, I am still, ah, busy. As you can see.

i can?

Yes.

Are…you busy?

…Yes. Was that—was that not obvious?

Oh, um…right.

…

So…

No, then.

…

…

…

I…will give your offer some consideration.