#and if you're not one and you don't write bc you're afraid it won't be good

[antisociallilbrat]

A lot of 'eloquent writers' are not going to agree with me when I say this but; write however the fuck you want. Especially if it's for fun online, no one here is grading your shit. Yes it's a little different when it comes to original works you want to get published but fanfic? Nah no rules apply. Write in those run on sentences, fuck grammer, don't capitalize, word vomit your ideas into a google doc, fill those paragraphs up with words that barely make sense, just have fun with it. If it's nonsense it's nonsense but if it made you happy to write then that doesn't really matter does it?

Also, I fail to do this myself sometimes, but give yourself a break when it comes to writing. Your writing does not need to read like anyone else's, it's your writing. Everyone has their own 'voice' in writing and just because yours is different than someone else's doesn't make it any less.

[a-lonely-dunedain]

12.............. with Corunir?

So you have chosen... Tur-Morva. *evil laughter* wherein the rescue instance goes horribly awry in a canon-compliant way

“Eth… Help me” Ethedis hears a weak but familiar voice behind her, one that she would be overjoyed to hear in any other circumstances and speaking any other words. She was a split moment from sprinting down the tunnel, where she had heard Bregadir frantically calling for a healer mere seconds ago. 

Instead, she stops and pivots around to see Corunir collapsed on one knee, breathing heavily and bleeding more so, a deep shadow of crimson growing beneath him. Horror sets in the pit of her stomach.

She stoops to steady him just in time as he falls forward into her arms. “I think… wounds reopened…” he mutters faintly as Ethedis struggles to reposition him to asses his injury. 

“Corunir…?” No response “…Corunir!” She calls frantically, still to no avail. He’s fading fast. She fights to bury the panic welling up in her heart. She has to stay calm if she is to have any hope of saving him. She prays someone else heard Bregadir’s call for a healer, she cannot help both of them.

There is a long cut on his stomach, that seems to be the primary source of the blood. The wound is not fresh, seeming days old yet healing very poorly. No doubt an injury sustained during the Grey Company’s capture and left to fester after he was thrown into that dark cell, just beyond the reach of his kin. It seems to have reopened in the battle. His strength has already been long spent, and this rapid loss of blood would be enough to push him over the edge. His face is pale and his breath slows with each moment, he is minutes away from death.

She puts her hand to the wound, applying as much pressure as she can in her already weakened state. “Please… just hang on. Just a little longer…” she pleads, blinking away tears. He cannot hear her. 

She takes a deep breath and turns her mind outwards, beyond herself and this small corridor. She does not know how deep below the earth they are, but deep enough that she cannot hear the slumbering trees or even reach their roots, but she doubts they would be willing to lend her their power anyway, not while it’s still winter. She keeps searching. She finds some moss, it wants to help, but it is too small for this task. 

After a search that, in reality, barely lasted a moment yet it felt like hours, she finally finds something. An underground river, flowing swift and strong beneath the earth, unaffected and uncaring of all else, yet holding great power. She begs the dark cold waters for aid, to lend her its strength and grant this dying man in her arms new life. 

‘Please. Please just buy him a little more time. Let me save him. It isn’t his time yet. Not here. Please.’

There is nothing. The river has no reason to care. She fears it will give her nothing.

Nothing, and then the sound of rushing water thundering in Ethedis’ ears alone, the shock of cold water in her veins, and an unfamiliar power flowing through her hands. Flowing like a torrent of water too powerful for her to tread in such a weakened state, yet tread it she must. She sends it into Corunir’s near-lifeless body. Close the wound, stop the bleeding, give him the strength to survive. 

There is water now, but not from the river, it flows from Ethedis’ eyes. Her hands tremble and her arms burn as though she has been swimming against the current of an ocean. Acting as a conduit of power such as this would test her limits even on a good day, and this was anything but ‘a good day’. 

She cannot do this. She cannot hold onto this river. Corunir is still bleeding. If she stops now it will not be enough to save him, but she cannot hold on. More water escapes her eyes, a sob from her throat.

Suddenly she feels another set of hands atop her own, calloused, worn, and strong. A familiar voice beside her, it belongs to Golodir.

“Easy, Ethedis, easy. You’re doing well. It will be alright.” If he is afraid, his voice will not betray it, and that is all the better for Ethedis. 

With the practiced confidence only an experienced captain could possess, he manages to steady her. She can hold on a little longer, she is not fighting alone, Golodir found them. He says it’s going to be ok, and she believes him.

She keeps it up just long enough, but not a moment more. She cracks open one eye and sees Corunir's bleeding has finally slowed, if not stopped altogether. Some color has returned to his face as well. She thinks it is safe to stop now. She looks over to Golodir and sees worry in his eyes, but no fear. He simply nods at her, she thinks she hears him say something, but she cannot make out the words. She lets go and collapses. She thinks Golodir caught her, but her body is numb with cold and she can’t feel much of anything. He calls out to her, but she lacks the strength to respond and consciousness quickly abandons her. Corunir is alright at least. Golodir found them, everything will be alright.

(Yaaay Golodad to the rescue! there was meant to be another part to this, where Corunir comes to later and actually has the chance to talk to Ethedis, but it wasn't coming together fast enough so I'll probably just add that part *gestures vaguely* "later". I DO like what I had so far, but it was my first time actually properly writing dialog between those two and I wanted to make sure I did a good job, ya can't rush it. you'll see it later.)

[oikasugayama]

If your requests are still opennn—Perhaps an alignment chart or hcs of how easily jealous bsd men are. please if you want!

let's goooo! mildly NSFW, MDNI bc that's awkward for me as an adult

Mori is jealous and quiet. He'll be mostly tame, but if someone really upsets him and makes him jealous, he'll put a hit on them. He wont play around when he feels like someone is threatening his relationship.

Fyodor is very, very similar to Mori in this regard. He won't put up with someone threatening his relationship, but instead of putting a hit on them he'll slowly get more and more sadistic, mentioning personal details about this person and their loved ones and threatening them until they leave you alone and Fyodor is sure they'll never, ever come back into your life.

Akutagawa will seethe and will try to pull you away from whoever is making him jealous. He's so quiet and angry on a general basis that no one can tell he's jealous except for you. You know he is because he pulls you into a nearby lockable room and fucks you over the desk, muttering about how dare someone encroach on his property, and don't you dare ever leave him for some stupid idiot like that.

Chuuya will put up with someone making him jealous for a little while but if it goes on too long or if the person starts to act cocky, he gets pissed. He'll slowly start touching you more and trying to get you away from the person bugging him. Later that night he'll fuck you good and sweetly and reassure you how much he worships you and how no one will ever treat you as well as he does.

Dazai is expected to be loud and whiny and obvious when he's jealous, but he does that for show a lot. When he's really, truly, obviously jealous, he's silent. He's quiet and cold. He'll make snarky remarks and start belittling whoever is bothering him. He's cruel and vicious, like back in his Mafia days. To you he's smug and cool, using his low and level voice until you're squirming and afraid of what he's gonna do. (What he does is fuck you until you're dumb and drooling, too worn out to even speak)

Sigma, Junichiro, and Oda aren't jealous, and they're very chill. Sigma doesn't exactly know to be jealous--you're his and that's basically a contract between you, so he's not worried when someone else shows interest in you. You're lovely, why wouldn't someone else like you? Junichiro may get whiny if he thinks you're giving someone else too much attention, but he isn't jealous in the way that others are. He knows you're coming home to him. Oda thinks you're a free person and can do what you want. He's confident in your relationship. Not jealous.

Bram and Nikolai couldn't give any less of a shit about someone flirting with you. They'll both go sicko mode and kill a man in cold blood if he crosses a line, and they know that everyone knows they think that way, so they're not jealous at all because they're so damn vicious.

Fukuzawa isn't really jealous and he's very calm, but he does like to keep close to you if someone is getting too friendly.

Ranpo will straight up whine and tell someone to leave his partner alone and stop flirting with them. If they don't go away, he'll straight up tell you he's getting jealous and wants to leave.

Poe will write sad mopey poetry about being upset that someone wants you. He'll even get mopey and handsy right in front of them. He feels very insecure when someone flirts with you, so he absolutely is the jealous type and he makes it very obvious. You have to remind him a lot that you want him and no one else.

Ango and Kunikida are similar. No one expected them to be the jealous type, but they both waited for so long to be in a relationship. When they finally found the perfect person adn settled down, they vowed to protect you and that relationship. They get jealous when someone is overstepping, and they get cunty about it. Very passive aggressive, and not afraid to lie to make the person go away or to pull you away. I can see Kunikida early in the relationship being annoyed that you "let" someone make him jealous, but he'll cut that out when you tell him it isn't your damn fault.

Mushitaro is CUNTYYYYYY when he's jealous. He's like if Mori and Fyodor weren't passive aggressive. He'll straight up threaten to murder someone and remind them that his ability lets him commit the perfect crime. He'll insult people, belittle them, do anything to make them go away and then ignore you for a few hours becausea he's mad someone else wanted you.

Atsushi is like Poe in that he's insecure so he gets jealous sometimes in a sad way, but he also gets jealous in a possessive way when someone flirts with you. He's the type to give a devastating one liner ("wow it's so funny that you think you're handsome enough to flirt with my partner (: ") and then he'll take you home and fuck you whiny and needy.

Tachihara is similar to Mushitaro's snippy, rudeness, and he'll fuck the shit out of you in the bathroom so anyone who wanted to flirt with you hears it and knows to leave you alone.

[4lydsmarie]

sweater weather .. dallas winston x reader

fem!reader x toxic!dallas winston "it's too cold for you here.."

warning(s): toxic relationship! dallas keeps trying to push reader away but she won't budge, and he's js like "?? why r u still here" because he's TERRIFIED of love or commitment. things change toward the end though(?).

a/n: i have woken again to post for you guys 🥰 this is true dedication bc i started this at 1:03am and it's now 2:50 at the time of officially uploading this (with this a/n cause it's an edit). first i was gonna talk ab how dilf matt dillon is, then i was gonna make matt hcs, THEN i was gonna do dally hcs, and FINALLY i decided on writing this because toxic dallas is stuck in my headdd😣. i am a FIRM believer that dallas winston is EITHER loverboy softboy around reader OR cold toxic bf that is afraid of commitment and love because of his past in new york. NO OTHER WAY TO PUT IT!

dating dallas, you knew whaat would come with it. no, not just the constant "gettin' it in with the fuzz" or his repetitive fights at buck's on a thursday night, but the laid back "ya know i don't love anythin'" motto he always has going on. you and dallas had probably broken up 5 or 6 times in the past month. either he'd be out with another broad, or he'd be dismissing your feelings again and telling you "i mean i like ya, doll. that's close enough to what you're talkin' about, right? i mean what's love anyways? don't say things you don't understand.."

you'd recently just gotten back together with dallas. you'd broken up with him because you found out he was hitting on another girl, this time a soc named cherry valance.

well, in due time another argument would come up. so here you are, arguing with dallas again because you told him you loved him again and finally snapped at his unbothered, half-assed response.

"dallas i don't understand!" you yelled. "all i try to do is get you to love me because that's what a relationship is all about! i do everything for you and give you chance aftter chance. but no, you just HAVE to keep it up like you care about nothing i do for you!! what's the point dallas? why knock my heart around just 'cause you can't commit to anything?" by now tears welled up in your eyes, but your anger overshadowed the embarrassment you might have crying in front of dallas.

"i don't have to keep nothin' up doll, that's just me. man i thought this love problem you got goin' on in your head was a one time thing. if i knew you were always gonna be so emotional and stuck on tryin' to get love all the time then maybe i wouldn't have dated you at all!" dallas yelled back. you scoffed as you walked up to him, even angrier than before.

"god i hate you dallas! you're not fucking cool, and one day i hope you wake up and see that! the world isn't all bad you just make it out to be that way so you can have a reason to be miserable. i hate it all, and the thing i hate the most is that you just can't love me after all i do!" you gave dallas a little push at the last part. at this point, you couldn't stop the tears from flowing as you grabbed your stuff and walked home. not to mention, the whole argument was in front of the curtis' house. who needed tv when you had your weekly dallas and yn drama, huh?

seemingly on queue, rain started to pour, drenching you in water. you let out a huff in annoyance as you finally made it to your house, slamming your front door behind you.

meanwhile dallas stood in front of the curtis house still, watching you walk away. he tried to act like he didn't care, but deep down he knew he did. "did she get home safe? is she alright? man, i messed up. god, im a jerk. do i love her?" were the questions racing through his mind. he didn't know wether he should run to your house or keep going about his day like nothing happened.

the sound of the curtis' screen door closing brought back dallas' attention as darry walked up to him, trying to give whatever advice he could. "hey dal, maybe you guys should call it quits or somethin', i mean-"

"hey man how 'bout you shutup, alright? mind your own." dallas clapped back, interrupting darry. darry seemingly understood his defeat as he raised his hands in surrender and backed up into the house. all the guys asked what was going on, and as a response he just sighed and shook his head.

..

about an hour later you heard a knock on your door. assuming it was your best friend marcia, since you'd called her a couple minutes before to sleep over, you opened the door without checking who it was. to your surprise, you were met with dallas.

in his hand he had a rose, definitely stolen, some soda (i say pop where im from but whatever..), and a box of milk duds, also probably stolen.

you scoff out of shock before finally speaking. "dally? what's this?" you asked. dallas just rolled his eyes and responded "just let me in the house, man i wouldn't even be caught dead doin' this for anyone.." you couldn't help but grin as you let him in, closing the door behind him. yeah you guys had previously argued but, it felt good to be in dally's presence again..

you both took a seat on your bed, sitting in silence for a bit. finally, you decided you'd had enough of the tension. "so, you gonna explain where all this came from" you asked, pointing towards the items he'd brought you. "just thought i'd do somethin' nice man, that's it." he leaned back onto your bed a bit. "oh, sure okay." you responded dryly.

dallas sat back up and scooted towards you. "yn.." he said, making you look up and respond with a simple 'hm?'. "listen, i care about you alright? but you gotta stop with the saying you love me. i'm not a good guy and i don't do right all the time. you gotta love someone who ain't like me, alright?" you frowned at his words. "dallas, the way you see yourself is totally different than how i do. i know you've been through a lot that you'll probably never tell me about, but that doesn't mean anything in my eyes. i do love you and i won't stop saying it cause i know one day you'll say it back. sometimes you're a little cold, sometimes it's too cold for me here...but i'll keep tryin' anyways dally." you turned away from dallas as you spoke, tears filling up your eyes yet again.

dallas sighed and stayed quiet for a bit, seemingly thinking about what to say. finally, he replied "yeah, alright. hey ask me again in the future. maybe my world'll be different and i'll think about it, huh?" you told yourself "at least it was a start" as you nodded in response to dallas' words.

finally, you'd decided to move onto dallas' lap. he grinned as he leaned in to kiss you. and you guys kissed for a while too. dallas didn't need to say it, but you knew he loved you deep down.

and he knew it too.

yet still, you both awaited the next argument to come. after all, he's still (somewhat) the same old dally. only difference is you both knew he cared about you a bit (and sorta loved you too).

[yayll]

I’ve never seen anyone write this but maybe a reader who is afraid of dogs? Like, really afraid (me😭) only If you wanna do it ofc <3

sweet baby angel thank u for waiting, i hope u like this and it was what u wanted! i think this concept was so fun AND SO FITTING BC DAZAI + DOGS... A MESS. and when ur involved, chaossss bc he has a little angel and devil on his shoulder. so basically i love u. mwah.

~ a little something about defending your honor... from dogs ~

"Eugh! what a petulant little thing!"

"Osamu! don't bark at it, it'll bite!"

"I thought you were afraid of dogs?! it disrespected you, the ferocious beast!"

You sigh, your nerves only settling just a bit so you can take the time to explain to him the consequences of his actions. You take a deep breath, swallowing with a loud gulp as you tremble.

"He only barked at me, Osamu... Ahh, c'mon, let's just go or he'll do worse! We also can't afford legal troubles if you get arrested for messing with a dog."

He feigns indignation, and stands a little taller.

"I'll have you know the agency would NEVER let me drown in legal fees! And unfortunately, drown in general..."

He then smirks at you, tapping the tip of your nose with a wink as he continues.

"... Besides, I'd make a pretty hot jailbird huh? I wonder, would I be dressed in white like a virginal bride or that awful shade of Orange-"

You cut him off, rolling your eyes as you tug on his arm.

"Can we like, get back to the topic of you beefing with a dog? No one is going to jail."

"Except for me if you won't let me do my job!"

You scoff, raising a brow as you glare at him in disbelief, your eyes darting between the dog and Dazai.

"You already HAVE a job, and you barely do it might I add."

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and giving you an exhasperated sigh like the brat he is. He knows you eat it right up! He does it for you, after all. Though with the way you look so afraid and skittish right now, he can barely hide how thrilled it makes him to be able to at least distract you from the situation with his antics. The unstoppable jester in your sweet court.

"Oh please, you're just deflecting now. You know I'm a dabbler! You can't pin me down!"

You nod in faux understanding, unable to hide the smile that's beginning to imprint itself on your face as you try to resist his nonsensical charms... And failing as always.

"Ah.. Right, right. Can we just go? I'm kind of freaking out right now."

He clicks his tongue and walks closer to you, leaning in and scanning your very aura with his trademark elusiveness, as if x-raying your soul. He has no use for the concept of personal space, and it's even worse when the scent you're currently wearing keeps roping him closer and closer.

"Just answer me something. Would you visit me in prison? Y'know, for bringing justice against the criminal offenses being carried out on you today by this little rat?"

He states firmly, not really a question at all. He glares at the dog, who begins to slowly cower away from you both as if getting the message.

You tilt your head, shrugging as you think it through despite how abrupt the circling back of the topic was. Dazai really was odd when he wanted to be, but his offputting nature was one of the most alluring things about him, it was over for you the second you both laid eyes on each other.

"... Well, I'd think it's silly that that's the reason you ended up there, but of course I would."

He smiles wide at that. Of course you would.

You eventually manage to mediate the altercation between the canine and your boyfriend after much bickering; the dog leaves you both alone and you go on with the rest of your day together in as much peace as one can have around Dazai. When it gets late, you part ways with a lengthy kiss goodnight, everything from the earlier melting away into a fuzzy bliss when he squeezes your waist and whispers your favorite things into your ear before reluctantly letting you go. You're starting to walk a few feet the opposite way when your cellphone begins to ring.

It's Dazai.

You pick it up and mumble with confusion, seeing as you just left him.

"Osamu?"

You can hear mischief in his voice when he replies, his voice dropping to a low and sultrier tone laced with something else you can't identify.

"Bark Bark."

"Huh?"

"Hi again, honey!~ Just wanted to let you know that the only dog allowed to bark at you is me. You better run along home now, or I might just follow you~"

"Ah, I'm trembling."

You roll your eyes, but the pink hue in your cheeks betray your sarcasm.

"Oh my! Don't say that, I'm not liable for whatever happens next if you keep talking to me so dirtyyy."

You turn around, smirking as you shake your head in mock disapproval at the way he won't let this topic fully die down. You just have to admire his commitment to the bit... And the way he shamelessly flirts with you every chance he gets. You find him simply staring at you with such intensity, not having moved at all from where you had said goodbye with his phone glued to his ear, his smugness practically glowing as if it were radioactive.

He waves, blowing you a kiss like the menace he is.

You catch it, laughing softly as you bring your closed fist to your mouth. This causes him to clutch his chest and stumble as if he were about to fall backwards, giggling before sticking his hands into his coat pockets to finally be on his way.

When you start walking again, he stops one more time, turning back to watch you with his forever attentive eyes. They darken at the memory of you being so afraid earlier, a small smile tugging at his lips when he thinks about how much more carefree and content you looked just a second ago... Because of him. He meant it when he said he'd defend your honor and he thinks it's adorable how you don't think about the awful things he's done to others in the past for much less.

It's a Bark Bark world and he's happy to be on your leash. What can he say? You keep him a virtuous man.

[starbunii]

Hey there friend! I’m not sure if your requests are open, and I’m very very sorry if they’re not, but I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Kokichi, Nagito and Byakuya with a gn disabled s/o? I have really bad knees and sometimes have to use crutches or a wheelchair, and I was wondering how they’d be with that? Take your time, thank you so much and remember to take care of yourself <3

this one was rlly interesting to write!! i really like these types of asks, bc they allow me to think about how these characters would help their s/o, which is always heartwarming to think abt! i hope you don't mind me writing for nagito the most! he's a character that's very dear to me. i wanted to lean more into the fact that he's also disabled, bc i think that's really important to talk abt! either way, i hope you liked how this turned out!!

i know more abt chronic pain (guess what i have haha) than i do most disabilities, so i kind of touched on that a bit. i hope you dont mind too much

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byakuya togami

spoils you to no end, in like...the most neutral way possible??? idk if that makes sense

like ensures your wheelchair is very comfortable and up to date, that you're supported when using your crutches

couches p much all around the house; that way you can sit whenever you need

a warm bath will help? his butler is already on it, bringing warm tea as well.. maybe some cookies

he'll mostly stay with you indoors, a bit afraid that something will happen and you won't be able to get help

let's just hope you like his incredibly vast library, that's where most of your dates will probably be

nagito komaeda

given that he's disabled himself, he understands a lot of the things you're going through

most days, it's hard for him to walk as well, due to his dementia

if you're ever feeling bad about your disability, he'll always comfort you! it's something he's kind of insecure about too

will 100% decorate his wheelchair to match his (idk i feel like he would have both a cane and a wheelchair, but that's just me)

you both kind of have to cling to each other when it comes to stairs, holding each other with one hand, and the railing with the other

he always has heated blankets lying around the house, so if you ever start to experience really bad pains, he's always got you covered

being a disabled couple just means you have to rely on each other a bit more. but he doesn't mind at all. it reminds him that he's not helpless or worthless; that someone loves him enough to allow him to help and to help in return <3

kokichi ouma

sometimes just wants to bridal carry you

is he strong enough to? no! does he want to? absolutely!

similar to nagito, he'll decorate your crutches and your wheelchair. he doesn't want you to think of them as dull little things. they're your assistants! they should be fun!

honestly, when Kokichi isn't with other people, he's kind of a couch potato, so you two probably won't go places together

however, if you go somewhere without him and something happens, he'll be there right away, no questions asked

he knows you can handle most things yourself, but doesn't mind helping out when you need him too (expect a bit of teasing though)

starbunii 2024 — all rights reserved. do not redistribute or translate to any other platforms -- thank you for reading !

[missyblogs]

It is I your resident fictional character lover here to populate the tags with more takes bc ya girlie has A Problem today I offer:

Sportacus and physical affection!

adapted from some writing I've been doing, based my reading of the character from some of season one, some info from a podcast episode, and a little projection on my part so shhhh -It has been said that he's a words guy but he adapts easily to other love languages and especially uses touch to communicate. If you celebrate a victory expect him to pick you up and twirl you -His skin is so soft. There is not a single greasy spot, not a single rough patch. Nuzzling him is like cuddling a baby. -Are you coping with a rough past? Do you have a body that tells on you for eating giant slices of cake every day? Good news! Sporty doesn't care. He will willingly touch your rolls, moles, stretch marks, and scars and handle them all with the upmost reverence because they're what make you you! He loves every bit o' you -He will tickle you with his mustache. This will sometimes be intentional -He is a big spoon, he LIVES for holding his partner like a cherished stuffie -Don't like making the first move or initiating contact? Not comfy leading in ballroom dance? Sportacus is a natural born leader himself who loves to woo his partner with his strength and confidence. He's especially fond of taking charge so once he's made sure this is what you want he is HOLDING that HAND and you are getting DIPPED -Do you need to make the first move or initiate contact? Not comfy following in ballroom dance? As a natural born leader, Sportacus also knows the importance of delegating responsibility. He is patient and easily adaptable and more than comfortable being the one dipped on the dance floor. He won't be taken aback if you give him the first smorch. He lu <3

-Speaking of, his partner being comfortable means the world to the hero. Expect him to pad you heavily with pillows if you wanna spend some time on floors and shift his own body to make sure you can breathe and that your ribs aren't popping and that the circulation to your arm isn't being cut off. No it does not matter how much you weigh, if you're most comfy using him as a pillow you will not hurt him. This is Sportacus we're talking about guys c'mon -Because that head is shielded by that infernal cap of his, his scalp is veeeery sensitive from the lack of contact. He will melt like putty when you run your hands through his hair -Sitting down is kinda boring... but not with you! Cuddling with his favorite person provides Sportacus with PLENTY of stimulation. He will never get tired of you he promise <3 -Emotional comfort is just as important! If you have intrusive thoughts about people who didn't touch you kindly, are afraid it might happen to you, or want to be eased into the world of physical contact due to sensory issues with someone you trust, he will reassure as many times as you need that you are safe and he will never be those people, offer arms/hands for chewing on, and take it as slow or as fast as you want. He loves you and not getting to touch your hair or smth isn't at all a dealbreaker

- Because he is very active his blood circulation is very good and he is usually warm to the touch, perfect for partners who need a lil extra! - Because he is very active, his own body is well padded and comfy. Those muscles were MADE for hugging baybey~

[wandussyfantasy]

Oh i thought you only wrote for WandaNat! But now that you say for marvel ladies in general👀can you write yelena x r who has a penis. R is Nat's best friend and is secretly dating Yelena bc Nat is super overprotective over her little sister, R stays over at Nat's place one night but sneaks into Yelena's room in the middle of the night and they have some fun but R has to keep Yelena quiet?

Don't Make A Sound

Summary: Yelena is done being Readers secret and she tries to persuade them into telling her sister Natasha.

Pairings: Yelena Belova x G!nAMABReader

Word Count: 2010

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

top!reader, bottom!Yelena, gender neutral reader with a penis, oral r giving, adult toy use, sneaking around, teasing.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

“Oh! I’ll be right back. Unless,” she looks at you and then quickly to her sister. “Do you want frozen yogurt too? Well, I know you hate it Nat. But, Y/n? Want to come with?” Her hopeful eyes almost make you forget that it's not just the two of you. But, Natasha is right there and you can't get caught slipping. Not yet. 

“Uh,” you look at your best friend shaking her head. “I’m good, thank you.” There's a flash of disappointment before she smiles and tells you that you'll regret it. 

“We’ll wait out here,” Natasha says as her sister struts into the frozen yogurt shop. You know she was doing that to grab your attention but it unfortunately grabs the attention of others around. “What’re you looking at?” She snaps at the guy who stopped walking just to stare at Yelena. Natasha rolls her eyes, “Ugh, I get it, this heat is brutal but I wish she wouldn't wear shorts that short!” You shake your head, as upset as she is although Yelena has told you she was doing it to mess with you. 

As long as you've known Natasha, she has always been overprotective when it came to her younger sister. That protection got worse when Yelena got into college. She had the poor girl on a short leash, within good reason. Frat guys were known to spike a drink here and there. And people around campus could get a little handsy when they felt like it. Not to mention, most of the attention that Yelena attracted in her freshman and sophomore years were sleazy guys that only wanted her for sex and girls that wanted to just experiment with her. Which wasn't the case with you. There is a genuine connection between you and Yelena that you're afraid Natasha won't understand. 

You fear that she'll see you as just another person trying to get into her sister's pants. That your intentions with her sister are harmful. That you’re using Yelena like she fears many would. You hope that she'll remember the years and years of friendship between the two of you and that you wouldn't have bad intentions with Yelena. You hope that she'll see the genuine love you and Yelena share. But it was far too risky and you weren't sure if you were ready to face her wrath. 

Yelena, however, was getting impatient. The two of you have been sneaking around since her twenty-first birthday. Which was closing in on a year ago from now. She pointed out that the longer the two of you drew it out, the more hurt Natasha will be when she finds out how long she has been lied to. It was a fair point but you were still hesitant. Which led to now, with her in an old pair of shorts that let her butt cheeks hang out and a tight crop top that made her breasts look big. 

She was going to force you out of the closet to her sister. And she didn't care how she did it. As long as it ends with the two of you finally being able to be a real couple without the fear of her sister finding out. 

Yelena walks back out of the shop, happily licking the frozen yogurt off of the spoon. “What’s with the daggers? I wasn't gone that long!” she asks her sister who is glaring at her. 

“Your ass hanging out had every guy staring in there! Why can't you-” 

“Here,” you pull off the button up overshirt that you were wearing and tie it around Yelena's waist. Natasha continues ranting on and on, including how you shouldn't have to lend the girl extra clothing when she has perfectly good things at home that cover her well. You lean in close and whisper low, “There were a lot of people staring at what's mine.”

“Have you told her yet?” Yelena whispers back. 

“No,” you sigh, at this point pretending to fix the shirt around her waist. 

“Then it's not yours,” she steps back and you pull away. “Okay! Enough with the lecture! Problem has been solved. Can we go home now?” 

Natasha, face red from the heat and her anger, sighs through her nose much like a dragon but clamps her mouth shut. “Fine, but only because I'm tired. Not because you said so.”

You and Yelena exchange a look and try not to laugh as the three of you make it to the parking lot. 

Later that night, Natasha offers to let you share her bed with her. Something the two of you have done in the past. But you decline, stating that the sofa is cozy enough. When you actually have other sleeping arrangements. Once you feel like it's been long enough and that Natasha won't catch you, you tiptoe into Yelena's room. 

You expected her to have a light on but it appears she is still upset with you. But you know that won't last for long. You lock the door behind you and quickly climb into the bed with Yelena. “You can go right back to that couch,” she mutters as you get comfortable. 

“Oh, come on,” you scoot closer to her. “Weren’t you the one who said sneaking around made the sex hotter?”

“That’s before I told Natasha about you,” she quietly reveals. 

You tense up, “What do you mean you told her about me?”

Yelena sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes, though she knows you couldn't see in the dark room. “I didn't tell her it was you, but she noticed I've been happier and she took an interest. She said that from the way I described this person, she could tell that I truly loved them. She said she can't wait to meet them and I believe she was being genuine. And now being sneaky isn't hot. It feels like I'm betraying her.” 

You nod as you consider the possibility of telling Natasha about your relationship with her sister. “I think her attitude will change significantly when she finds out it was her best friend you were talking about.”

“We won't find out unless we go through with it.” Yelena says. “I think it will be worth it. Then we can be free to be ourselves around her.”

You nod, knowing that the longer this goes on, the harder it'll be hard to hide. “Alright, my love, you win. We can tell her together next weekend when we're celebrating my birthday. How does that sound?” 

Yelena sits up with narrow eyes. “You’re just saying this so I'll have sex with you.”

You scoff as if that's an absurd accusation but you can feel her staring you down. “It’s been months since the last time we've been able to. I miss you, my love, you know that.”

Yelena sighs as she lays her chest against yours. “Okay,” she says, tracing patterns on your chest. “Only because I've missed you too. You have no idea how many nights I've thought about your cock when I had to use my vibrator. It was barely enough to get off.” 

“You have a vibrator?” You ask curiously. 

“Yeah, uh, I never told you about that?” She pulls away as she is reminded of a relationship ending argument over her vibrator. 

“No,” you say as you sit up as well. “Where is it?” 

“Why? Are you going to throw it away?” 

“What? No, I want to use it on you, right now,” you tell her as you reach for the lamp to turn on the light. 

“Are you crazy,” she lunges to turn off the light. “We have to be careful. No light,” she demands and you apologize. Yelena finds her vibrator in the drawer in her nightstand and hands it over to you, telling you how to turn the device on and adjust the settings. Informing you what settings she prefers. 

You take it and learn by feeling. You test out the settings and get excited about using it on her. “Lay down,” you whisper and she does as you ask. You carefully adjust yourself under the covers between her legs. “Stay quiet, Yelena,” you remind her as you pull her panties down. She is only wearing a long sleep shirt and panties. You turn the vibrator on again, starting at a low setting. You press the device against her clitoris and her legs move in reaction. You add your tongue, causing her to moan. You pull the device off and shush her. “Don’t make a sound,” you scold. 

“I’m sorry, I won't,” she promises. 

You put the device back and set it on a higher setting. This makes her hips and legs move even more. You insert the vibrator to test her response and she muffles the noises with her pillow. You pull the device out and shut it off. Arousing her got you hard and ready. You reach in your pocket for a condom before pulling your pants off and dropping them off the side of the bed. You rip the packet and slide the latex sheath on. You crawl back up her body and grab her vibrator. 

“You’re doing so good so far. But I'm going to need you to be quiet, without the pillow,” you say as you tease her entrance with the head of your cock. “I want to see your beautiful face.” Yelena nods and you kiss her on the lips as you enter her. Her tight walls almost elicit a vocal response from you as well but you remain quiet. The idea of getting caught was exhilarating, the reality of it was terrifying. 

You thrust into her slowly. Pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in. Slow, long strokes as you kiss her. Yelena has her arms wrapped around your shoulders and her legs around your waist. You rock into her a little faster and then slow back down. Wanting this to last as long as possible. 

You keep this pattern up until you're ready to use the vibrator again. You turn the device on at a low setting and place it against her clitoris again. Your thrusts become shorter and faster as you benefit from the vibrations as well. “Fuck,” you gasp out. Yelena giggles as you make a noise. 

“You’re supposed to be quiet,” she whispers. 

You smile at her and kiss her cheek. “I’m sorry, babe.” You continue to move inside of her while you turn the setting up on the vibrator. Yelena starts biting her lips to refrain from making a sound but you can tell she is struggling. You press the vibrator more onto her clitoris and when it seems like she is about to break, you cover her mouth with yours. She moans into your mouth as her entire body spasms and her walls close around your cock. You turn the device off and pull out of her when her body loosens and relaxes. You hover over her and stroke yourself to completion and cum into the condom. You collapse onto the empty space on the bed next to her. “I love you,” you whisper as you kiss her shoulder. 

Yelena turns her head to face you and she rubs her fingers against your skin. “I love you too.” 

You sigh as you want to stay here with her and not sleep on the couch but this isn’t how Natasha should find out. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

“Okay,” she frowns and though it’s dark, you can feel her disappointment. You remind her that soon you’ll be able to do this without fear and she reminds you that you’ve said that for too long now. You promise that this time you’re ready. “I hope so, I’m not sure I can do this anymore.” 

You climb out of the bed and clean yourself up and get dressed. “I understand. I promise, it’s time to tell her.” You kiss her forehead and leave the room to return to your bed on the couch. 

The End.

[svltzmans]

bottom! hope mikaelson headcanons

a/n: hello hello i know i said i was taking a little break but inspiration struck for this request bc i'm a slut

warnings: smut of course (18+ only pleaseee), i write kinky shit sometimes wbk, mention of dominant/submissive dynamics kinda, roughness in a sexual context, etc etc., no editing just thoughts™️

hope would never admit this out loud

but she loves to be out of control sometimes

and she's a major brat about it

including doing everything she can to provoke you to take control

she would invite you to dinner, encouraging you to dress up in a skirt or dress

and she'd intricately tease you the whole time, ensuring that it was for your eyes only

running her hand up your thighs

whispering in your ear

(not even dirty things, she knows that her whispering anything at all has the desired effect)

hoping to get you to take her to the bathroom

(she likes the risk of semi-public sex which i've written sm about in my other fics 😭)

but you'd manage to resist just to see hope flustered without your attention

the drive home would definitely be interesting

now that you and hope are somewhat in private, hope embraces it by switching to verbal teasing

"what are you gonna do to me when we're home, y/n? i know you wanna fuck me, you can stop pretending you don't."

"your hands look so hot on that steering wheel. they'd look so much hotter on my body though, don't you think?"

as soon as you're both through the door, hope is pinned against it, and she lets it happen.

"can't even behave in a restaurant for a little while, huh hope?"

"i'm always well behaved, maybe you're just a little dramatic," hope would sneer, still trying to provoke you.

"you better lose that attitude, or it won't end well for you."

hope likes aggression in the bedroom quite a bit, especially when she's receiving this kind of behavior from you

she usually is somewhat aggressive back in order to encourage you to be more aggressive

"how about you fuck the attitude out of me?"

bottom! hope most definitely has a secret edging kink

because it involves her being completely powerless, which in any other context she wouldn't like

but when it's you, and she's in the mood for it

it's her favorite thing

she looooves to beg in these situations too

which makes eating bottom! hope out so much fun for you

getting to watch her squirm and see her teasing attitude disappear and be replaced by pure desperation

bottom! hope is vocal, and she doesn't hold back at all

she's actually happy you didn't decide to fuck her in the bathroom of the restaurant

because she can be as loud as she wants

"god, y/n. just like that, more. please more, i need you."

and not long after, this would turn into

"fuck, y/n, i'm close. please make me cum."

and that's when you'd pull away, holding her thighs apart.

"no baby, please don't. need to cum for you so bad."

"maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to mess around in the restaurant and then be a brat about it."

one of hope's favorite things is feeling you grab her thighs, hard

and pull her closer to your mouth

and she's not afraid to admit it too

"i love when you're rough with me, y/n."

yeah, bottom! hope is a force to be reckoned with

and writing this made me realize i want to top her lmao

[heybank]

DENY PART FOUR

omg here is part four!! this chapter is a little longer (i think)

smut is literally so hard to write bc i'm like wait where is everyone's hands. who's body part is where??? anyway i hope you like it :)

cw: oral (m rec) cumplay, mention of virginity

masterlist here

pogues (nsfw 18+)

they hadn't exactly told the others about their new relationship. they've been lucky so far with john b caught up in sarah and kie is busy with working at the wreck and the new girl she's been seeing and doesn't think we know about.

we've all been so stuck in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship, learning each others bodies and navigating dating as a polyamorous throuple.

grace wishes she could stay in this bliss, cocooned in her boyfriends heat and scents. right now they're in popes bedroom, the three of them squished together on his small twin sized mattress, trying to touch every inch of each other.

you've all discussed about what or how to tell your friends but right now you want to keep it a secret. you're not ashamed but you're a little afraid of possible repercussions you all will face when the truth comes out.

you think john b will be confused at first, he's always been a little thick in the skull but you know he'll come around. sarah will not care at all and probably want to corner you and hear all your juicy details.

kie might be tricky, she's been adamant about the no pogue on pogue macking and now here you are, macking on two of them.

you and jj are kind of lucky in the aspect of your parents literally do not care if you live or die so there's no worry about telling them. pope on the other hand, you're a little worried mr and mrs heyward won't understand or be not so accepting. you know they love pope but ignorance sometimes sticks to your bones and makes people feel certain ways about certain things. pope jokes they'll be happy he's dating you, they love you. they just might not be enthusiastic about trouble maker white boy extraordinaire.

jj says no matter what you'll all have each other and that thought makes you pull your boys in even tighter.

"pope..." you softly ask your brown eyed boy, "can i suck your dick?"

the question and the innocence of how you asked it makes both boys choke on their spit. despite the steaminess of your dream and some heavy petting here and there, none of you have actually gone all the way with each other. you and pope are virgins, jj is the only one with experience. you cringe thinking about your man with other people.

"yeah? you wanna suck my dick pretty?" pope asks, trying to be cool but he's really fucking hyped.

"yeah." you answer shyly. "wanna make you feel good and then i wanna make j feel good too."

none of you have to say anymore words, pope jumps off his bed and walks over to where you were sitting on his computer chair, you pull him in for a hug and give him a soft slow kiss.

"jj, will you teach me?" you inquire.

"yeah baby girl, i'll help you make pope feel really good." he responds.

you kneel down in front of pope, eagerly going to his belt buckle and undoing his shorts. you pull them down his legs and see his prominent bulge in his boxer briefs, precum staining the grey material.

"tease him through his boxers, baby." jj prompts you.

you lean in and nuzzle popes covered dick with your nose and mouth. softly suckling him through the fabric. you moan at his scent. he smells clean mixed with salt water and musk that is inherently pope.

out of the corner of your eye you see jj pulling out his dick and giving it a soft tug. he's getting so turned on watching you give pope his first blow job.

"don't tease anymore grace, please" pope whines.

you nod and slowly pull the boys underwear down to his ankles so pope can step out of them. you see his dick sprig up and hit his tummy with a soft smack and you gasp at the size. he's bigger than jj in length, even tho jjs cock is thicker. you squeeze your thighs together to release some pressure that's been building up in your core.

you gently grab popes dick and give the tip a kitten lick, moaning out loud at the taste.

"go on and lick him, princess. from his balls and back to his tip." jj directs. he's still softly tugging at his own dick.

"will you help me jj? suck his dick with me?" you ask coyly. you know your innocent act turns them on beyond belief.

"yeah? you want me to suck his dick baby? you want that pope?"

the poor heyward boy just looks blissed out, eyes downcast. he just moans and nods in consent. the thought of both his partners sucking his dick together makes him want to nut right then and there.

you move to the side to make room for jj to also sit in front of popes cock. jj pulls you in for a passionate kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth, moaning a little when he tastes pope on your tongue.

when you end your kiss you and jj both lean in to suckle on popes cock, at this point he's dripping with precum and is so close to busting.

you open your mouth and try to suck his dick down your throat, moving your head up and down causing pope to grab the hair at the back of your head. he doesn't push you further onto his cock tho, ever the gentleman.

while you're sucking his dick jj leans forward and takes one of popes balls into his mouth causing both boys to moan for different reasonings.

you pull off popes cock with a gasp, spit and precum all over your mouth and chin, leaving his cock wet and shiny.

this encourages jj to lean in and continue on what you were just doing. he's never sucked a dick before but he has one of his own so he knows what would potentially feel good.

you raise your hand to jjs hair and begin massaging his head, casual intimacy that you've always had with the boy regardless of sex. you also take note you're still holding popes hand with your other one, essentially connecting all three of you together.

"i'm gonna cum- jj please" pope moans.

"can he cum on my face jj please i want it in my mouth and on my face!"

jj released popes cock with a sly grin and lifts his hand so he can jack the other boy off.

"yeah, you wanna cum on her face pope? make our girl all dirty?"

a few more pumps and pope is shooting out warm streams of his cum, loud moans and cries coming from the heyward boys mouth.

you moan at the feeling of his warm cum landing on your cheek and mouth, causing you to open it and suck down the remaining of popes load.

"fuck that was the best orgasm i've ever had." pope breathlessly says, knees buckling so he can join the two of you on the floor.

jj leans in to kiss you, licking at your face and lips to help clean off popes cum, with a mouthful still in mouth, he leans in and kisses pope, tongues collided and popes release being shared back and forth between the two boys. they are so fucking hot.

once the boys pull away from each other, you give out a giggle and excitedly start pawing at jjs still hard leaking cock.

"your turn!!" you say with eyes full of lust.

you're all at the chateau, sitting around the fire when it's actually pope who slips up. you're all calm and slightly tipsy from beers. pope gets up telling everyone he needs to leave for the night cause his dad needs help in the morning. he plants a kiss on jj without even thinking, moving onto you with ease. he doesn't clock the silence from the rest of the pogues or their wide eyes and shocked faces.

"surprise!" you cheer, blush scorching your face as you grab jjs hand for reassurance. jj reaching out to grab popes and pull him closer in case this goes sideways.

"i fucking knew it!" sarah cheers jumping out of her seat in triumph! "you owe me $5 john b!" she gloats.

uh oh.

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[echobx]

the one with the letter - JJ Maybank × ex!fem!reader

summary: you have to figure out if your love for JJ is stronger than what the world throws at you

warnings: Luke..., hurt/comfort, angsty, happy ending

word count: 2k

author's note: part 3 bc I had to. it didn't feel right to let you guys hanging. and no matter how much I try to write a JJ fic that doesn't have a happy ending, it just doesn't work. he always finds a way. he's one persistent bbg.

part 1 | part 2

The two days that you are supposed to stay in bed and focus on getting better feel like a month to you.

Going back to school feels even worse. Everyone seems to have their eyes pinned on you, to the point where you find yourself hiding in the photo lab to avoid everyone and everything for just the half hour that is your lunchtime.

But yet again you aren't granted the simplicity of loneliness when you need it most.

“Jesus, y/n!” Pope jumps and nearly drops his camera in the process. “What are you doing here?”

“Hiding,” you reply, looking up at him and his sad smile.

“Why?”

“Because everyone hates me. I get it. I'd hate myself too,” you whisper, and he crouches down by your side.

“I don't hate you,” he shakes his head, and you close your eyes to focus. He should hate you. You keep on hurting his best friend. He should definitely hate you.

He places the camera on the floor next to him before sighing. “Love's messy.”

“No, that's just me,” you say, picking at your nails. “I'm the problem.”

“You're allowed to feel sad or hurt or anything,” he whispers and takes your hand in his. “I'm glad you're better. JJ was losing his mind when your mom kicked him out. And he's not much better now either. Refused to come to school because you didn't reply to his letter.”

Your head perks up, and you furrow your brows, blinking a few times. “Letter?”

“Yeah, the letter he left you at the hospital,” Pope explains, but your confused expression lets it dawn on him that you had never known about a letter.

“There's no letter. I don't have a letter,” you insist, and he runs his hand over his face.

“Shit,” he hisses silently, and you stand up, heart pounding when you reach for your bag and pull it over your shoulder.

“I have to go,” you mumble, and even though he tries to stop you, you won't let him.

You curse your mom on the whole way down to the Cut, and it's a long way, but you don't stop. You can't.

When you arrive at the Shack, you can hear them screaming, it's not unlike what you had witnessed before. But this time you don't stop and wait for it to die down a little before walking in.

“You're an ungrateful bastard!” Luke yells, but as soon as he sees you, he stops and a mean smile plays on his face. “Haven't seen that one in a while. Why are you here? He knock you up?” Luke taunts and you swallow hard.

“Don't talk about her like that,” JJ snaps at him, taking a step closer to his dad. His fists are balled and the knuckles bruised.

“She's a bitch just like her mama,” Luke spits and JJ lunges forward, but he's pushed back instantly. You try to focus on your breathing to not lose yourself in the pain that is flooding your body as you watch him get hurt.

“Let go!” you scream from the top of your lungs, and for some reason they stop to look at you. One step forward as you glare at Luke, and he drops JJ to the floor, a shallow thump tells you that his head hit the wood not so softly. But you can't drag your eyes off Luke, if you do, he wins.

“You don't get to tell me what to do in my own house, Missy,” he glares, but you take another step closer, your eye twitching.

“I'm not afraid of you,” you hiss, and he scoffs, but you don't give him enough time to come up with a comment. “You're nothing but a drunk, child beating asshole. You don't deserve him. And it's baffling to me how someone like you was capable of fucking up so massively, but he still turned out better than anyone I've ever met. And I know I don't deserve him either, but at least I don't make him feel like shit just for being born.”

Luke swallows, looking down at JJ. “If she's not gone by the time I get back, you can look for a new home, boy.”

It feels like a million tons are lifted off your chest when you hear the screen door hit against the wood and the engine of his truck start and drive off.

“You shouldn't have done that,” JJ shakes his head as you turn to him. He has a cut on his lip and his right eye is starting to slowly swell up.

“You're hurt,” you whisper and reach up to touch his cheek, but he turns away.

“Why are you here? Wanna rip my heart out a third time?” There's resentment in his voice, but you get stuck on his counting. What was the second time?

“I came to ask something. Something important,” you whisper, but it has escaped your mind. The condition he is in feels worse to you than before. It's like a repetitive gut punch paired with slaps to your face, but your pain wasn't physical, it was all in your head.

“Can I please take care of you?” you beg, and he swallows but nods.

The bathroom is a mess, just like the whole house, but you don't care, you never did. It makes sense to you. It was one of the reasons why JJ had always felt more at home at your home than his own. It was the reason, why you rather stayed at the Château together than at his or at yours, where you'd always run the risk of your mom kicking him out.

You clean his cuts and softly press the cold, wet washcloth to his eye. Although you haven't patched him up in months, it feels like no time has passed since the last time.

“Thank you,” JJ whispers and takes the washcloth from your hand to hold onto it by himself.

“Why did you say I was going to break your heart a third time?” you ask tentatively, sitting down on the closed toilet opposite of him, while his hand clasps around the edge of the tub he's sitting on.

“I didn't wanna make you feel worse about it. It wasn't my choice to make. And it was too late already, so it didn't matter. But it hurt, it still hurts,” he mumbles without looking at you. “I keep having this nightmare- it's not really a nightmare, I guess. But when I wake up, I feel worse, and I wish the dream was real instead of my actual life.”

“What happens in your dream?” you whisper.

“You never leave me, we- we have the kid, and it's not easy, but it's happy. It feels warm and it doesn't hurt. And then I wake up, and it's just painful. It hurts so much, y/n.”

“I'm sorry,” you apologize, but you know it's not enough. You know it won't undo all the pain you caused him.

“And now you're here to tell me what? That I need to move on? Find someone better?” JJ's eyes find yours, and it feels like getting stabbed while someone keeps twisting the knife.

“Pope said you wrote me a letter,” you start, and he rolls his eyes.

“So you talk to him but not me?”

“JJ, listen to me,” you grab his face with both of your hands, forcing him to look at you. “I never got it. I was alone, and she said she told you to leave, and then you didn't text me. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me after that night, that's why I didn't text you either. But I don't know about any letter. I mean, I didn't even know it existed before Pope found me in the photo lab and told me, and then I ran here immediately. I'm sorry.” You take a deep breath, and he searches your face, and for once you're not even lying to yourself anymore.

“I was scared is all, that's why I wrote it,” he shrugs his shoulders, and you drop your hands down to your thighs.

“What did it say?”

“That I wish I could turn back time and make you feel more loved than I did. That I hate seeing you smile at that jerk. That I- That I don't want to ever lose you again. You scared me so much, and I don't know why you ran after him, and then you fell, and I wasn't fast enough, I couldn't stop your fall. And I felt like I lost you for good, forever, and John B drove like a maniac, and it wasn't fast enough. And then they didn't let me stay with you at first, and I had to sit there while they did all those tests, and they didn't tell me shit. I wanted to stay, wait until you woke up but- Your mom said it was my fault, and I believed her. Because it's always my fault. So I wrote it down, how much I do love you but that it's not gonna work because it can't be, she's right. And I asked her to give it to you. I promised to stay away if she would just give you the letter. Because I couldn't- I thought you were dead, and I was ready to end it too, if it meant I could be with you. I know that's stupid, but that's how I felt. And now you know, and you can leave, because you should leave. I'm not good for you, I never was, and you knew that, that's why you left me,” he finishes his venting, but you have no words left in you. There was nothing you could say that would make it better because words were not enough to encompass how you feel.

You lean forward, brushing the palm of your hand over his cheek before holding onto it and placing a soft kiss on his lips. He tastes like beer and blood, a weird mix, but a familiar one at that.

“What are you doing?” JJ whispers against your lips, but you kiss him again. And he kisses you back, cautiously slow.

“I'm not gonna leave ever again, I promise,” you whisper, and he looks into your eyes, pain and anxiety still prevalent in his own.

“Are you sure?” he asks, brushing through your hair with his free hand.

“Positive. We can get our own place, just you and me. Maybe that'll make it easier,” you smile and he nods. “I'm very sorry for what I did,” you apologize again.

“I made Kie write those notes. She didn't want to. Said you don't deserve it after all,” he mumbles. “They don't know about- You know…”

“I didn't tell anyone either,” you admit and he nods.

“You stood up to my dad,” JJ chuckles. “That was incredibly stupid, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, but he deserves it,” you press your face into his chest. His bed, his arms, all of it makes you feel more alive than anything you had done the past months.

“You really don't think you deserve me? You know I'm nothing but a weed smoking delinquent, right?”

“Who said that?” you pull away to look at him.

“Guess,” he snorts, and you furrow your brows in anger.

“I hate her. That's the only thing he was right about. She is a bitch,” you exhale the anger over your own mother.

“What'ya think happened between them two?” JJ wonders and you sigh.

“My mom being my mom, and Luke being Luke…, I'm guessing nothing pretty.”

“I love you, y/n. And I don't think I'll ever stop, no matter how hard it gets,” JJ whispers and kisses the top of your head.

“It's gonna be pretty hard, knowing you,” you giggle, and he fakes a gasp.

“I see how it is. First, you steal my heart, then my jokes.”

“I learned from the best,” you grin at him and he kisses you. It feels like the very first time. Exciting and with millions of butterflies in your stomach, and at the same time it's a forever kiss. It's a promise that you won't break, because you finally understand that you can't be without him.

“I love you, too, J,” you hush against his lips, and he smiles into another kiss.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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[xxliliana-screamsxx]

SALLY FACE HCs #2🎭

FEM! READER

(Author note: I'm feeling a lil sad n lonely so I'ma make something fluffy 🥹 I'm one sad MF I swear 😭💀) also these headcanons only include Larry and sal, I would include Ashley but I suck at writing F/F relationship HCs😭 quite shocking coming from the pansexual gal ik. Plz don't hate me if these HCs are choppy I can't write worth shit plus it's 1 in the morning and I'm tired as hell but I don't wanna disappoint you all 🥲 ANYWAYS ENJOY ❣️

(headcanon description: This is more of how they would react to you being distant from them and insecure about yourself)

Sal Fisher🎭

He's used to your normal bubbly personality and kind heart but he noticed something different..

He won't stop asking what's wrong bc he's afraid that he may be the cause of your distance (same 🥲)

Ofc since you're not talking to him he'll give random gifts left n right to apologize for whatever he did even if he didn't do anything to you🥹

Eventually when you tell him why you're being distant he immediately comforts you and does everything in his own power to make you feel better ❤️

He was a tad bit upset that you didn't tell him what was wrong sooner but he can't stay upset when it comes to you 💕

Though you may think you're ugly and imperfect he thinks otherwise

"I don't understand, how could you love someone like me? You said while looking in the mirror observing your body. "What do you mean? What's not to love about you". "Well for one, my thighs are too big, I have a belly pudge, and my acne scars are ugly" you say in disgust of yourself. "Hey, no matter what, I will always love you and besides who cares about your belly pudge? The bigger the woman the more woman to love ❤️"

He absolutely adores you and shows it whether it's through gifts or physical contact 💕

If you have Belly chub Oh my lord he's head over heels and will make sure you know it 🥰

He will love you til all those insecurities and negative thoughts are gone❤️

(if you ever came across those memes that say "fuck it, wrap me in a blanket, feed me cake and tell me I'm pretty" he'd most definitely do exactly that😚)

Larry Johnson 🚬

This man almost IMMEDIATELY catches on with your distance between you and him

He'll sit you down and talk to you and ask what's wrong and when you reply he'll hug you and hold on to you like you're gonna turn to dust if he doesn't lol

He understands your insecurities and will do everything he can to help you get into a better mindset 💕

He doesn't like seeing you upset so ofc the constant love and affection is a normal routine for him, he'll do anything to keep you happy 🥹❤️(I'm sobbing rn)

As much as you hate your body, he loves it. And I don't mean in a sexual way but more of a loving way ya know?

He hates seeing you cry, he'll hold you and for hours maybe even days if he has to, just to get you smiling again 💕

(ya know those long ass love letters you see on TikTok, he'd take the time out of his day to make you one of those❤️)

I'm truly sorry to whoever requested this 😭 I forgot their @ but hopefully they see it 😭🙏 also sorry for the crappy writing 😞

[jamieanovels]

i've been thinking a lot about writing advice, especially after getting back on writeblr, and one of the ones i see the most is the "your first draft doesn't need to be perfect" one. the one that tells writers they shouldn't be afraid to hop around and write their favorite parts first or use placeholders. don't be afraid to be messy. you know.

and like!! this process works wonders for some people! it's perfectly solid advice.

but also. idk if i'm the only one, but for me, the mess takes out the fun. it completely kills my motivation. i look at placeholders in my draft and think "this sucks. it's ugly. it doesn't look like a book. i'm never writing again."

tbh, i think most writing advice is arbitrary and you should be free to write whatever you want. but i'm also just putting this out there as pseudo-advice or really just a green light to writers like me, who want to write the perfect draft simply bc they Literally Won't Finish Their Book If They Don't.

y'all. don't worry about writing the perfect version of your book. write ONE version, from beginning to end. think about your draft as one route in a video game. if you're stuck on a scene, just do it kinda shittily but Cleanly. no placeholders. transition into the next scene. get to the end. you can come back and fix the things you missed or go down paths you didn't see later.

this way, you have a clean draft that reads like a book. it might not be The book you want to write, and it might have some issues here and there, but it won't be messy to you. it'll look and function like a story. if you're like me, your motivation will thank you ;)

[selencgraphy]

— 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: but if you decide to, i'll ride in this life with you (i won't let go 'til the end)

PAIRING: jake seresin x f!original character

TAGS: nightmares, mentions of alcohol, brief description of an anxious-depressive attack, jake struggling with his mental health, pining, maybe ooc bc i'm lowk projecting onto jake, hurt/comfort, jake and jessie endgame (finally!!), and i think that's it...?

A/N: this part is heavily inspired by lady gaga's song from the movie. it is technically mav & penny's anthem, but it is now jake & jessie's. this part also depicts jake struggling with his mental health. if you're struggling, don't be afraid to ask for help. i know how scary it can be at times, but you're not alone <3 anyways, now for the elephant in the room. we've reached the end... it's been two years since i started writing for this fic and man, it's been a ride with the whole reboot and all. i appreciate every one of you who've read this series, whether you were here pre-reboot or are just now finding it. this may be the end of the main series, but i will def be writing for them again. my requests are always open as well! tysm and happy reading!

WORD COUNT: ~3.1k

previous part || masterlist

The mission had irrevocably changed everything. Promotions from Lieutenant to Lieutenant Commander ran across the board and against their troubled assumptions, they weren’t sent back to their original squadrons. Instead, the Daggers became an official and permanent team, flying missions like their first if needed and instituted as Top Gun instructors alongside Maverick, who Cyclone kept in service despite his prior opinions about the captain. On paper, all of their lives seemed to be going in the best direction possible—but typed-up documents couldn’t account for the things the eye couldn’t see. Everyone had gotten home safe—Jake had made sure of that. So why did his sleeping conscience keep telling him differently?

Most nights, his dreams were plagued with images of an F-14 exploding. At first, it had been who it originally was inside the cockpit: Maverick and Rooster. He’d managed to send his own plane’s missile in time to save them, but what if he had been a second too late?

Then it changed one night. Rooster’s cries as they flew upwards were replaced by someone else's voice—one he knew all too well. It was her in the cockpit. Every night that a nightmare jolted him awake, he’d woken up in a cold sweat, his breath heavy as he struggled to figure out what scenario that his sub-conscience showed him was real. But nights like these came with the job. He was bound to have nightmares like that. Throughout his career, not once had he ever been afraid to fly, so when his hands slightly trembled when he settled into his jet before a training exercise, he just shook it off. 

Then he was suddenly 10,000 feet in the air. He remembered that his wingman today was Rooster—that they were meant to train the new recruits. What he wasn’t sure about was whether the gap in his memory between when he got into the cockpit and now was because of muscle memory or something else entirely. As Rooster’s voice droned over the comms system, he sat in silence—a silence that didn’t go unnoticed by his wingman. “Hangman, you good?”

“I’m good, Rooster,” he responded, hoping Rooster didn’t notice his hesistance. “Let’s just show these newbies how it’s done, yeah?

Bradley had heard that response so many times over the years, and it had always been said quickly and laced with arrogance—like a reflex. So the small waver in Jake’s voice and the extra second that it took for him to reply threw Bradley off. Before he could press him about it, Jake yelled out. “Fight’s on!”

It didn’t take the pair long to get tone on the newbies they had in the air, sending them back to base with them following behind them. Jake took note of the small ache in his chest as he flew, but it had been a few weeks since he had been up in the air. A small part of his knew something wasn’t right, but he just kept telling himself it was just his body reacclimating to the conditions. He was becoming friends with the rest of the squadron, had just gotten a promotion, and was finally setting down roots somewhere. Things were perfect. 

There was that word again. Perfect. Perfection. To be flawless or without flaws. His flight with Rooster and the new recruits went off without a hitch, so why did he feel like shit? 

Then it happened again. And again. And again. When he walked into the locker room and found it to be empty, he let out a small sigh of relief and took a seat in front of his locker. What’s wrong with him?

Wiping the sweat off of his face, he kept his hands on his forehead as he rested his elbows on his knees. The little droplets of tears that fell to the floor beneath him went unnoticed. Why was this happening? He should be fine—he is fine. No one had died, so why did his chest hurt so much like someone did?

He had closed his eyes just for a second, but that was all it took before his own mind betrayed him. Thoughts berating him about all of the what ifs. So caught up in his own head, he didn’t hear the door open. It wasn’t until footsteps clicked closer to him did he quickly try to compose himself. “Hey, Hangman,” Bob greeted, opening his locker.

“Hey Bob,” Jake managed to spit out as he tried his best for his voice not to crack.

“We’re heading over to the Hard Deck later for Mickey’s birthday. He meant to tell you earlier, but he said he couldn’t find you anywhere,”

Jake cleared his throat in an attempt to keep his composure in Bob’s presence. “I’ll be there. Thanks, Bob.” The WSO quietly gather his things and made his way out, giving Jake a firm pat on the shoulder as he passed him. When he pulled into the parking lot of Penny’s bar, he was surprised to see everyone’s cars already occupying the spaces near the door. As he walked in, he was met with the sight of party streamers draped across the ceiling, a banner strung up by the dart board that said, “Happy Birthday,” and the squadron gathered by the pool tables—their usual spot. Penny spotted him as she walked out of the backroom with a crate of beer, greeting him immediately. “Hi, honey.”

“Hey, Pen,” he replied, following her to the bar. He took a quick glance at the group across the way before looking back at Penny. “If I’m not mistaken, this place doesn’t officially open for another 30 minutes,” he started, Penny humming in response to let him know that she was listening. “So why does Fanboy already have a beer in his hands? You’re not giving him a pass just because it’s his birthday now, are you?”

She shot her head around to look over to the pool tables, a look of confusion on her face that quickly transformed into amusement at the sight. “He did not get that from me,” she said with a chuckle before going back to whatever she was doing.

“Jake, get over here,” Jessie exclaimed. Trudging over to where his best friend stood with a pool stick in her hand, he greeted her with a smile.

“Hey, you. Didn’t see you at work today,” she commented as she pulled him into a hug.

Yeah, because I had a panic attack. “Guess you just weren’t looking hard enough for me, Dice,” he said instead. She pulled away to give him a good once over, and Jake’s heart rate spiked. The couple seconds she took felt like an eternity as his voice argued with himself in his head. Get yourself out of this now or she’s gonna see right through you.

“Fanboy,” he shouted over her shoulder, causing Mickey to turn at the call of his callsign, his cheeks already a rosy shade of pink. “Happy birthday bud,” he greeted, subtly prying himself away from Jessie so that she couldn’t get a read on him. There was no need for her to worry about him, but his attempt was futile.

As Jessie watched Jake make his way over to the birthday boy, her face scrunched slightly with worry. He never really called her her callsign unless they were up in the air? She was so caught up in her worries about her best friend that she barely noticed Bradley come to stand next to her. “You okay?”

“Hm?” she hummed, eyes lingering on Jake for a second before turning to address Bradley. “Yeah, I’m good.”

When he scoffed, her brows knitted. “What?”

“You two,” he paused, glancing between her and Jake. “Are so alike that it’s scary sometimes.”

She chuckled, thinking he was teasing. “We’ve been friends for over a decade, it’d be scarier if we weren’t alike in some way.”

He gave her a look, causing her face to fall flat. She knew what Bradley was trying to get at. “We’re… happy like this, Brad. We always have been.”

“Maybe that was the case then, but things are different now,” he tried to reason but was immediately shut down.

“We’re here to celebrate Fanboy’s birthday, Bradshaw, so let’s celebrate, hm?” Bradley’s face fell at how easy it was for her to close herself off and put on a face. He only had tiny glimpses between the lines of what he knew of Jake and Jessie’s history, but that had been all he needed to fit the puzzle pieces together, or so he thought.

By 9 o’clock, Jessie had had enough of Jake’s insistence that he was fine. Growing up with Jake Seresin, she knew how to read him. There wasn’t much he could hide from her anymore. She knew everything there was about him. She knew his tells. It was obvious something was bugging him, and sbe knew just what to do to make him feel better even if he didn’t want to tell her. “Hey,” she whispered as she leaned next to him against the bartop.. “Let’s get out of here.”

Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned to her and then at the party behind them. “What? We can’t just leave.”

“Half of them are already piss drunk,” she commented matter of factly. “Do you really want to be D.D. to all of them?”

He debated it for a second, as he looked at his now wasted squadmates. Bradley, Nat, Reuben and Bob all were sober. They could handle the other ten of them on their own, right?  “Okay. Let’s go.”

As Penny handed Jake’s card back to him, she reminded him, “Amelia gets out around 4 tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there,” he replied as he lazily shoved his card back into his wallet. Jessie made a mental note to ask about that later. Unconsciously, he took Jessie’s hand in his as they navigated their way through the crowd. A cool breeze that contrasted the mugginess of the building behind them hit them in the face as they walked through the door, making their cheeks flush.

“Where to, m’lady?” he asked eagerly in a silly voice, 

“Seaport Village?” she suggested and Jake immediately agreed with her. So that was how they found themselves sitting by the Midway Museum across the Embracing Peace statue with a box of pizza in hand. They sat in silence for most of the night until Jessie spoke up as she grabbed her fourth slice.

“So… when did you start babysitting Penny’s kid?”

He laughed. “It’s not technically babysitting. I’m just picking her up from school and dropping her off at her house.”

Jake caught her smile as she took a bite of her pizza. “What?”

“Nothing,” she quickly replied, a mischievous smirk still on her face as she shrugged and continued eating.

A few more minutes passed before either of them spoke again. “You know, she’s never seen X-Men before,” he randomly comments. At the information, Jessie’s eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping to the floor.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m dead serious.”

“That’s just- Penny has done her daughter a disservice,” she declared, only half-joking.

“Tell me about it,” he added.

Jessie continued on. “I mean, how do people live with not ever seeing at least one X-Men movie? There’s like over a dozen of them and not one? Horrendous—actually horrendous.”

As she rambled, he looked on with adoration, nodding along as she ranted. Eventually, what she was saying started to go in one ear and out of the other. The only thing on his mind was how cute her investment looked as she went on about whatever she was talking about now and how the moonshine fell perfectly on her face. He had almost forgotten how worked up he had been in the past week, almost like she knew. He hoped she didn’t catch him looking at her like she’d hung the very moon that now shined brightly down on her. 

“What?” she asked, catching him staring. Crap. “Do I have sauce on my face?”

As she went up to swipe her mouth, he stopped her. “No, no, you’re fine. Just…” As he was about to spill his guts, images of a plane exploding flashed in his mind against his will, his face falling slightly. He shook his head, hoping she’d brush it off. Both of them turned to look at the statue before them again, unsure how to continue the conversation for the first time since they met all those years ago.

“You gonna tell me what’s been going on with you?” she asked and his heart clenched at the question. Of course she knew. She always knew, but where to even start? “If you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine,” she added. “But if something’s bothering you, you don’t have to deal with it on your own. You know I’m always gonna be here for you, Jake.” His gaze lingered on the statue in front of them before it drifted back to where his best friend sat next to him, waiting for an answer.

“I’ve been having nightmares,” he admitted. “It’s the same most nights: what would have happened had I not been there on time for Mav and Rooster? I figured it was normal. PTSD, you know? But then…” He looked up at her and found her looking at him intently, listening carefully, and it made his concerns wilt away.

“Then it… changed. Then it was you.” It was like a weight had lifted off of his shoulders—off of his chest as he said it out loud for the first time. “That night a few weeks ago when I… when you helped me. I think it’s because of the same thing that’s causing my nightmares now.”

Jake and Jessie were never people who shied away from telling each other things, but this was the first time Jessie had seen him so vulnerable. He’d always been guarded about his emotions, especially ones that weighed him down, so to see him be so open with her—that he trusted her enough to share the darkest parts of himself was moving. “I’m scared, Jess,” he voiced, the words coming out as a whisper as he tried not to break. “Scared that one day I’ll look next to me, and… and  you won’t be there.”

Her heart shattered at the confession. She remembered the night he was talking about. He had a panic attack. How long had he been feeling like this? Gently, she reached out to him, placing her hand on the one he rested between them. I’m here.

“You’re not going to lose me, Jake,” she whispered, her tone as gentle as her touch.

His face scrunched with doubt. “But what if I do?”

“You won’t,” she assured, her voice never wavering. She had taken his hand into hers now, squeezing it with conviction. Jake took a deep breath at the sentiment, warmth spreading through his body as he let her words settle into his head. Seeing him tear up, she surged forward and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry you thought you had to deal with this alone.”

He buried his head into her shoulder, squeezing her tighter as they basked in each other’s embrace. Leaning back, she carefully brought her hands to his cheeks, pulling him down to place a chaste kiss to his forehead before pulling back to study his face. Running a hand through his hair, she barely missed the way his eyes studied her own face, but it wasn’t long before she caught him and did the same thing.

As they locked eyes under the soft moonlight, the air between them shifted. The walls they’d put up to prevent themselves from ever crossing this line collapsed one by one as they grew closer to each other. The pull was familiar—one they had felt a long time ago but resisted. But things are different now. “I love you,” he blurted out. “I’m in love… with you.” Her cheeks reddened, and she took in a deep breath like she hadn’t been breathing—as though his words were what allowed her to breathe again.

“I have been since you bumped into me on the first day of school,” he continued, his heart racing now. She smiled, and Jake couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked—how beautiful she always looked. “I know I haven’t always been the greatest person. I’m arrogant, I’m reckless, and I push people away when things get hard—I push you away. But despite all of that, you’re still here. You stayed. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Her hands cupped his cheeks, gently wiping the stray tears that fell with her thumbs. “You deserve every bit of good that comes your way, Jake. Even me and I am not going anywhere.” Even after he’d confessed, she wanted—no, needed to be sure. “Can I… kiss you?” she asked gently.

He nodded softly and let out a breathy, “Yeah,” before they finally met in the middle. Despite what the movies would say, there weren’t any sparks. No, as their lips met it felt right—like coming home. The kiss was delicate as their lips pressed against each other, molding together in a way that felt like it was meant to be. Gaining confidence, Jessie deepened the kiss, pouring all of her love into the act.

When they finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers, both of their eyes remaining shut as they breathed each other in. “I love you too,” she professed. “Ever since then.”

He leaned forward to sneak in another kiss, a smug grin on his face as he pulled away and hummed with content. “Could’ve been doing this all this time?”

A mirroring grin grew on Jessie’s face at his question. “Don’t get too cocky now, Hangboy.”

His eyebrows raised in intrigue at the new nickname. “Hangboy?”

“Mhm,” she cheekily hummed, biting her lip before gently placing her lips on his once again, Jake grinning into the kiss. He could get used to this.

bonus:

The feeling of her phone buzzing repeatedly in her back pocket caused her to reluctantly pull away, Jake groaning in disappointment. As she pulled her phone from her pocket, the screen lit up with text messages, all from Bradley.

Roo: where'd you go??? Roo: jake's gone too, is he with you? Roo: oh my god he's with you isn't he Roo: please tell me he's with you Roo: hellooo??? Roo: fine don't answer me wtv...

"Who is it?" Jake curiously asked, trying to peer over to look at the screen.

"Just Bradley."

"What does he want?"

"Nothing. He was just letting me know they got everyone home," she lied, sending Bradley a quick thumbs up and putting her phone on silent before placing it down. Jake's eyes narrowed, but he quickly shook it off as she leaned in once again.

Roo: you better update me tomorrow Roo: don't do anything i wouldn't do!!

A/N: ending off in true romcom fashion with a kiss!! if you didn't catch it, tiny aspects of the ending were inspired by one of my fav movies, set it up, if you really read into it ;) i hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as i did writing it. again, my requests are always open for ideas! <3

the playlist || taglist: @dempy @bellaireland1981 @princessashley99 @whateverbagman @blairfox04 @blue-aconite @captainmoonknight (some ppl were tagged bc i remember ygs from the og posts & thought i'd update yall! lmk if you don't wanna be tagged anymore!)

[tumblezwei]

I am a Ruan Mei defender, not because I think she's a blameless misunderstood character, but bc I am very afraid of people interpreting her terrible actions as bad writing bc "the game still expects us to like her" or overexaggerating her bad traits in order to make Dr. Ratio look better by comparison.

And that's not to say I think Ratio is a "bad" guy either, I think the whole point of introducing him alongside Ruan Mei was to highlight how different the Genius Society operates compared to "normal" academics. Ratio's over the top arrogance makes him off-putting at first, but his genuine desire to spread knowledge to everyone who wants to learn it is the perfect contrast to the obsession and selfishness of the Genius Society, who only ever care about fulfilling their own desires without concern for those below them. Even Screwllum, the member who seems the most sociable and friendly, let Ratio carry on with his antics on the space station just to see what would happen, even though it put the Trailblazer in danger and threatened the whole facility.

So that is to say, Ruan Mei is like that on purpose. We aren't supposed to see her drugging us and sending us after an incomplete Emanator of Propagation and be confused as to how she's a "goody guy." She isn't. None of the members of the Genius Society are "good" people just bc we're allied with them. Herta uses Traliblazer as a guinea pig for the Simulated Universe after all, and we now know that as long as it's something he's curious about, Screwllum won't interfere to protect us even when he's already figured out the solution to the problem we're facing.

But I also want to do a little apologism for Ruan Mei bc sometimes the accusations I see lobbed at her is a bit much. Like, yeah, she drugged us, but it was a temporary inhibitor that literally only stopped us from giving people information about Ruan Mei. And she didn't do it just to fuck with us? Ruan Mei is incredibly aware of how emotionally detached she is and knows it's almost impossible for her to understand the affection given to her by her creations. She doesn't drug us out of some evil desire to control information, she does it bc she knows her time on the space station is temporary and wants to avoid leaving behind any memories of her being there. That doesn't make it okay and it's still presented alongside everything else she does that's uncaring towards TB and her creations, but it makes it a little more complicated than just "she's an unfeeling sociopath that would happily watch us die." It's bad, but it's also one of Ruan Mei's weird and not good ways of showing consideration.

It's interesting, is what I'm saying. It's compelling. And I don't really dig how it she gets reduced to a two-bit manipulator.

I'm a bit of a stickler for this particular thing bc it's something I truly adore about HSR's writing, and also something I see as one of the game's core themes. There is no clear divide between "good" guys and "bad" guys. The Genius Society is full of emotionally constipated weirdos who wouldn't pay a single bit of attention to us if we weren't interesting to them, but they're also important allies to the Express. The Stelleron Hunters are our biggest opposition and wreak havoc on whatever planet they enter, but we know that their goals somewhat align with our own and unless you go out of your way to be mean to her with every dialogue option, it's pretty obvious that Kafka is someone Trailblazer loves.

And even Cocolia, someone who almost destroyed the last remnants of civilization on her own planet, gets treated with sympathy. Bronya is allowed to mourn her mother and still see her as an aspirational figure, all the while Serval is allowed to break off ties with her and definitively move on from her past.

It's a theme that carries over to a lot of HSR's important side quests too, where often you're expected to choose between two options that both have some pretty heavy downsides no matter what. You have your own moral compass, and along the way the choices may seem crystal clear, but it's never so black and white as you predict. It's a game about decisions, about making your own way in life and learning about the different worldviews of those you meet. Good or bad, helpful or hurtful, it's not always so obvious as "this person did something bad to me, now I will forever dislike them."

"When there is the chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret," "explore, understand, establish, and connect," "the Express welcomes everyone" etc etc

[danikamariewrites]

do you mind doing another short reader! headcanons, but instead of the reader being with one of the bat boys, the reader is shipped with/mated to all three?

you don't have to do it if you don't want to!! especially if it's gonna be too similar to your previous headcanons. so feel free to ignore, my feelings won't be hurt 💜💜

also love the work you're doing so far!!

Poly!Bat Boys x short!reader headcanon

A/n: I’ve been dying to write poly!bat boys so thank you for requesting this and thank you, you’re so sweet. This low key kind of turned out to be poly!bat boys x reader haha but I liked where this ended up tbh

Warnings: none

Of course they all tower over you

You always have to look up at them

Sometimes you like to be taller than them especially when you fight so you stand on a chair or table

One time they were arguing so you stomped onto the table to make them stop

The three of them had to tilt their heads back to look at you, “Stop. This is stupid because all three of you are wrong.” And for once they listened

You liked the commanding feeling that came with your new trick. One time it backfired on you when you stood on a shorter coffee table to try and win a fight with Rhys

“Oh.” “Yeah, didn’t work out huh?” “No this was not my desired height.” After staring at each other for a few moments you burst out laughing and he picked you up and plopped you down on the floor, ruffling your hair

You feel very safe around them, they are your mates after all and they’d do anything to keep you safe

You like to try and spend equal time with each of them

But sometimes one will be busy, or away, or off being grumpy somewhere in the house

Sometimes one of the boys needs comfort more than the other

You love when one of the boys just picks you up, hugs you real tight, and you cuddle on the couch

Cassian gives the best hugs. You also love how he can just pick you up with one arm

Rhys is the best at being emotionally available with you. You can talk to him about anything and he gives the best advice especially when it comes to Cassian and Azriel

Azriel is the most attentive one. He knows everything about you and probably spends most of his time with you

Az is very touch/attention starved so you try to spend extra time with him. He’s probably the most over protective of you given that you’re short

He’s always the first to take you away from a situation that he thinks will end in a fight or wrap you in his wings

After a particularly bad meeting with the Autumn and Day courts you decided it was time that you learn how to fight

They seemed hesitant at first, especially Cassian since he’d be training you

“I won’t go easy on you doll. We need you to be able to protect yourself if we’re not there so it’s going to be tough.” “I can handle it Cass.” Cassian was afraid you wouldn’t spend time with him or want to be around him

Truthfully, you liked the commanding side of him. It was the total opposite of how he usually was with all of you and it was hot

Once you were proficient in hand-to-hand combat and at swinging a sword Cassian’s new nickname for you was “little badass”

The first time you went flying with one of them it was with Rhys. You had a fear of heights you wanted to get over since you always joked about how close to the ground you were

Flying back from Windhaven one day you were in Cassian’s arms

He and Devlon got into a nasty argument and he just wanted to hold you to remind himself that he wasn’t a brute and could handle something small and delicate (that’s just how he saw you bc of your shortness)

Halfway back he was muttering to himself under his breath. You wanted to ask him if he wanted to talk but his grip was slipping as he kept getting distracted

Before you knew it you had slipped from his arms and free falling

All you could do was scream

Cassian and Rhys dove for you but Azriel was closest and you reached for him

You didn’t have long limbs, you couldn’t reach and you were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to grab Azriel’s arm but he grabbed you first

Azriel cradled you to his chest and you cling to him. Shaking with tears silently rolling down your cheeks

When you got home Rhys took Cassian to calm down in his room since he was freaking out

Azriel took you to your room giving you his hoodie and sweatpants and cuddling you

“This was always a fear of mine but I don’t blame Cassian.” You said more to reassure yourself. “I know baby, I know.”

Cassian had avoid one-one-one or group time, slept in his own room, and passed your training off to Azriel for a while

One night you got sick of him feeling sorry for himself you just dragged him to bed. You slept on his chest that night leaving Azriel and Rhys to sleep on the other side of the bed

Speaking of sleeping arrangements, after you were mated the four of you decided you wanted to sleep in the same bed. You still had your own rooms in case one of you needed space or wanted to be alone

You liked being in the middle of them since it was easier being the little spoon

Sometimes you’d be on the outside and the big spoon if you wanted to wrap yourself around one of the boys (they’re all side sleepers unless you’re cuddled up to them)

You steal something from each of them. Usually it’s Rhys’s hoodie, Cassian’s shirt, and Azriel’s sweatpants

If two are all of them are gone the bed feels too empty and you can’t sleep

You get the most time with Rhys since Az and Cass go away sometimes and that’s when you and Rhys switch to your bedroom but it still doesn’t feel the same. You both feel like pieces of you are missing

If your injured they freak out

It was your first time fighting alongside them and you decided to take on a soldier that was bigger than Cassian

Of course the male beat you up pretty bad but in the end you reached a dagger and got him right in the throat

As you got patched up by a healer in your tent Rhys, Cass, and Az come storming in

They we’re obviously told what happened but they wanted to hear it from you, and see you

They cringed when they saw your injuries

Telling them what happened Az sat next to you gently holding one of your bandaged hands, Rhys sat across from you in an armchair, and Cassian was pacing so hard you thought he was going to make a hole in the floor

Once you were done Cassian kneeled in front of you taking your free hand in his, “Please never do that again. I know your strong and skilled, but please, never ever do that again. We were terrified when we heard what happened.” You nod, a lump forming in your throat

Rhys comes to sit next to you and kisses your head, “We love you so much, darling.”