#and thats coming from me who tries to be precise in what I say

[uchanuku]

getting just a little bit concerned about those bouts of fatigue and malaise that seem to strike me on occasion

[taiyouhimerich]

wow yeah im stealing my own cai bot is this what they call creativity????

“Smells like sweet home”

Husband! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

tags and warns: aaaw cmon just a bit of soft thing, it colds even be safe for work! but with just a little bit of mention of sexual interaction, so still 18+ mdni!!!

psss gonna make part 2 w/ aomething morrrrre

Words count: 1,4k (and yes thats alot for me)

Leon never needed much from life: he dreamed about what all American men probably dream about. You know, a white picket fence, a housewife always waiting for him at home and ready to welcome him after a hard day's work, and a couple or triple adorable children who would run up to him, hugging him, missing their daddy. And for a long time it seemed to him that all these dreams were shattered the moment he ran over the barricades on the road leading to Raccoon City.

But that belief was shattered the moment he saw you. Beautiful, graceful, soft, just perfect for him, how could he not notice you among all the crowds of these gloomy, rude, cruel people? He felt like an insecure teenager again, noticing the most beautiful girl in school, a feeling he hadn't had in a couple dozen years. Courting you was ordinary, romantic, but nothing fancy, but it still won your heart. Or maybe it was the way a grown-up man blushed and sweated like a puberty boy when he saw you, you don't know for sure, but it was definitely something that made you start dating him.

If you ask him now, he would say that he does not even remember what happened until the moment when he knelt in front of you, taking out a modest but beautiful ring in a velvet box from his pocket. Standing in front of you at that moment, he was thinking that he didn't know what he would do if you said no, and you could swear that you saw tears in his eyes when you agreed. Your fiance looked like a tiny puppy, wagging his tail and running around his owner with joyful barking while you put on your wedding dress, asking him to stay close and help with the corset at the same time. You were amazing: the beautiful white fabric flowed over your body as if you were doused with milk, and several layers of tulle under your skirt made your figure even more magnificent. He hugged you tightly after he was done with the lacing, while you tried to chase him away, laughing kindly, saying something about you needing your personal time, when she leaned into your ear, tucking a strand of your hair before whispering.

“Then let it be as you say, I'll give you your so-called personal time, because from the first second of our honeymoon, I won't let you go for even a moment....”

And he didn't lie, he never lied to you, because no matter how much you both wanted to go to an Indonesian beach or watch flamingos, you couldn't get out of bed. Oh, how you fucked, all the food you ate was from room service, you were on the bed, on the floor, in the luxurious bathroom, even on the balcony at night, you did everything you could think of while Leon pressed against you, kissing under your ear, pleading, but deep voice purring.

“Just one more time, Mrs. Kennedy.”

Mrs. Kennedy did something incredible to you, and you succumbed over and over and over again, allowing him to enjoy you, his beloved woman, his wife... and considering how furiously he thrusted into you, the mother of his children at the same time. So neither of you were surprised when, a month after your honeymoon, your period didn't come, and the next day you saw two stripes on the test. Even twice, so that the results are for sure. You heard the joke that two positive tests mean two children, it was from Leon when he joked about it, and you slapped him on the back of the head, making him laugh, but when doctor told you at the first ultrasound that you were going to have twins, you were both shocked. In a pleasant shock, to be precise.

And this was the moment that he loved to remember every time he returned home to his dear wife, unlocking the front door with keys so quietly that his newborns would not wake up. Most of all, he wanted to throw his bag on the floor right in the hallway, along with his unbuttoned uniform, and fall on the bed, without a shower and dinner, although dinner at three in the morning is a terrible idea. When he lets out a tired sigh, hearing his vest release his chest, falling to the floor with a soft booming thud, he hears the rustling and creaking of your bedroom door, immediately tensing up and turning his head in that direction. A smile paints his face with happiness when you come out to him, in a pink fur robe and slippers in the form of pugs, coming closer, and slightly timidly spreading your arms in an invitation to a hug.

“My pretty one....” He mumbles, taking a step towards you and wrapping you in a tight hug, letting you bury your forehead in his shoulder.

“I missed you, Lee....”You gently stroke his back, running your palms over his shoulder blades when you feel his kiss in your hair. You can't help but giggle softly, kissing him somewhere on the jaw, feeling his unshaven stubble with your lips. It makes you laugh again and pull away, putting your hands on his chest with a smile. “Unscathed?”

“Kinda. A little injuries here and there, but nothing I couldn't handle, you know me.”He laughs hollowly, placing his palms on your forearms to pull you closer and kiss your cheek. “I missed you too... and our little ones.... How are they?”

“Scott is just perfect, and Melissa has become more moody in recent days.” You respond by sighing softly while his kisses make you giggle. “She is not so willing to being fed with breast, I have to use a pumper.... God, there's too much of you in this girl, you know.”

Leon laughs, quietly, so that God forbid not to wake up your children. “I don't think I've ever been able to give up on your breasts.”His lips continue to shower kisses on your face as he gradually descends to your neck, pushing back the collar of your robe. Huh. He even remembers the times when you met him in a red silk nightgown and black lace underwear… Well, after the wedding and pregnancy, your wardrobe has changed significantly. But that doesn't mean it's bad for him. Come on, he likes how homely you are!

His lips find your collarbone when he runs his tongue over your skin, sucking greedily, under your quiet but ringing giggle, and it makes you let out a soft moan. Your hands find his head with a familiar movement, intertwining with his hair as you mumble. “I don't think I've ever offered you...”

“Do you want to do it now?”His cheeky grin is audible even when you can't see his face, while he buries his head in the neckline of your robe, nuzzling into the cleavage between your breasts. He knows for sure that you will slap him on the back of the head, confusedly mumbling something about how it's something perverted, but he can't help but inhale, closing his eyes and soaking up the smell of your boobs. Those round soft tits, all big and swollen because of the milk, smelling of sweet, warm this very milk.... His children, his precious daughter and son, smell the same scent because your milk is what is always around them, so this smell is so cozy, homely, relaxing him and making him forget about all those horrors he looked at during his missions....

That's where he ends up, but not because you push him away, no. He stays between your boobs, continuing to take this bath of your milky scent until he feels... ashamed. When this process heals his mental wounds enough for him to think more sensibly, he realizes how embarrassing this thing really is. That he's literally obsessed with your boobs and sniffing them like some kind of pervert. He feels the warmth of your chest against his face for a little longer, and then pulls away, straightening up and straightening your robe. He can't help but squeeze them lightly in his palms, and before you can say anything, he looks away, clears his throat, and pats you on the shoulder, walking around you and muttering.

“Gonna check on ours.”

Later, you will find this tough, exhausted man sitting on the floor between the cradles of your children, sticking only his fingers between the partitions to hold each of the babies by the palms. A soft smile spreads across your tired face. What a cutie. All of them.

definitely p2 guys i just feel ashamed to make it as a one pretty big post, so I splitted that…..

[notsohehehahanow]

I know the mike initiating a kiss or making the first move is a popular thing among bylers but i dont think that would be/should be the case AND HERES WHY 🤓☝ *mcyter with lists voice* (i get sidetracked so bear with me)

For starters; we've come to a conclusion that mike has internalized homophobia and there's plenty of evidence to back this up, he wants to be "normal" and in the 80s being gay was abnormal, this is a commonly known thing that's mentioned a lot amongst bylers and its precisely the reason i dont think mike would be the one to make the first move

Mike does everything in his power to be a normal person which is why i think he was willing to lie to el so easily in season 3

This is where i get sidetracked but really its just backup analyzing for this

Before gay marriage was legal, lavender marriages were everywhere or at least a fairly common thing, in case you dont know lavender marriages are marriages that were used to cover the sexuality of one or both of the people getting married, which i think ties in with mike and els dynamic (will get to that later)

Mike uses el as a cover or a way to be normal, its what he grew up around and its what he saw on tv gay relationships just werent considered normal

In season 3 mike lies to el so he can continue to see her, to continue to have a cover or something that convinces him hes "normal", and all they really did was make-out because "thats what couples do"

You have the season 3 rain fight which ive seen multiple people mention that mike was blatantly reflecting but ive never seen anyone explain it more - will says something about mike and el (seemingly) constantly kissing, referring to el as "a stupid girl" and while mike did defend el, he couldve just left it at "els not stupid", "its not my fault you dont like girls" did not need to be there. He felt like will was seeing through the amount of effort he had been putting into normal and panicked, saying something he didnt mean and we can visibly see he didnt mean it

In season 4 theres the rollerrink fight, another instance where mike says something he didnt mean or like to say - will complains about mike not sending him letters whereas el has "a whole book of them", mike tells him "thats because shes my girlfriend" to which will asks "and us?" Which mike once again saw as will seeing through mike and he panicked, feeling the need to clarify that theyre just friends and wont be more, wills follow up shows hes more upset mike doesnt treat him like theyre best friends than the idea of them dating, wills already accepted the idea that mike doesnt like him the way he likes mike

The letters isnt because mike didnt want to talk to will, he most definitely tried (sitting by the phone and whining about joyce being on the phone all the time making it busy) but its because EVERYONE in hawkins knows who will is and theyll hear about it him growing up, hes the boy who was dead for a week and came back literally all over the newspapers as "zombie boy"

Mike would not be able to get away with being seen as "normal" while writing and receiving letters from another boy, especially if someone found out because for all he knows they could be the wrong person and suddenly all the work he puts into being "normal" has been washed away

With all that said; mike and will both have internalized homophobia on different ends, will knows and accepts it knowing he cant change it but he also hates it, and mike knows but denies it - i dont think mike would be the one to make the first move, i think it would be will

Idk thats it thats all i got

Will byers making the first move 🙏🙏

[fictionfixations]

Kalim in RSA (and I get off-topic)

Spoilers for Book 4 and 5 (im sorry jamil enjoyers. but im so biased towards kalim its not even funny)

(this spiraled into me talking all about kalim in the actual game so oops)

imagine how different the story would be if kalim was in RSA

and we just hear from jamil about these snippets about his 'master' (although itd be weird they'd be separated if jamil tended to him often to where he'd prob be like his personal servant? idk what situation would have jamil talk to us anyway but yknow maybe we get close, he's like the other friend who seems cool? he'll basically help us out with knowledge about things, fleshing out the world a bit more, as the only sophomore in the group cause he kind of feels responsible maybe? then BETRAYAL)

and then eventually partway through the school year KALIM IS THERE (we know why though) and he somehow ends up housewarden.

i have a dislike against RSA. its very petty and its kind of because they keep winning (and they dont even mean ill intent which is worse! …but its kind of like kalims kindness. and i like kalim but that might make me biased. SO. thus the existence of this.)

we probably wouldnt like him much right? (and i imagine he'd get his fair share of bullies. we find this out. he laughs it off like 'nah, im used to attempted assassinations and everything. this isnt nearly as bad.')

(id do the clapping between but ppl get annoyed, and i get annoyed) CUE KALIM BEING MORE THAN SMILES AND WE LEARN THAT ABOUT HIM !!

HES aware enough that he can cook food good using JUST magic (which takes precision to use it as good or even better than your hands right??. its in his labwear vignette. ruggies teaching him ofc so ruggie wants it to be good cause hes taking leftovers, BUT CMOONNN he can learn. ..and yeah it took a few years for jamil to teach kalim antidotes to common poisons so he could do it easy but kalims hardly a master at making potions so i call that good)

AND in book 5 he noticed vil had like the same look as jamil to where he knew something was going to go wrong (aka the poisoning)

maybe its to show how much kalim doesnt belong in NRC and thats why they dont pull the 'more than he looks at first glance' like cater with glimpses in vignettes and etc

but like COME ON.

the sultan might be dumb (i recently re-watched aladdin) but at least he knew enough that he didnt want jafar marrying his daughter cause hes OLD and also he doesnt want to force jasmine into anything (good intentions. im sure if they just waited and she didnt find a suitor in time he would've just CHANGED THE LAW like he did IN THE MOVIE because he wants her to be happy!)

ALSo he tried to look through the law jafar claimed to say that would make her have to be married to the vizier or whatever (aka jafar) but then jafar just pulled it away before he could (and then attempted to mind control him when he refused) mans was prepared to spend hours reading over it even if he didnt understand it but he wasnt given the chance

also kalim is worryingly nonchalant about stuff. i mean. you can get used to horrible things to where they just feel so normal and uninmportant i guess? but poor bby. hes been like 'i want to keep myself alive because if i die then someone else will get punished.' or like about poisoning, if someone has a change of mind and hes already dead, then he cant do something to help them, so he has to make sure he'll live.

..i really doubt that hes just. so oblivious. maybe in denial, but still.

anyway i got very off topic. my bad. and to be fair we do get to see more of him at some parts. but hhh

okay listen. denial. (i am also a believer that if when kalim confronted jamil, if he said he didnt do anything kalim wouldve believed him. bruh gave him excuses like '..i just got tired, right?')

"The real Jamil would never do such things! He's a good guy. He's always helping me, giving me a shoulder to lean on, and—" (Book 4 • Chapter 33)

we just. dont see him really crumble?? he just. keeps being optimistic

we convince him jamil is bad. he resolves to punch him for being a traitor and THATS IT?

he sobs at the end of jamils overblot but then he goes back to being optimistic like 'lets be equals!' (..it feels like he didnt really learn much though as he's still 'I didn't notice--' 'I--' and i wish he couldve gotten more awareness. cause he makes it about himself yknow and blaming himself but COME ON put some blame on jamil PLEASE? or like. ANYONE ELSE. you also cant notice shit if no one ever tells you about it that you dont even know to look for it! he doesnt want to be cautious about who he can trust so like, why would he think to doubt the person who hes known his entire life??? especially if its something that was just always there that it feels natural, how could he know better? hes sheltered! so someone shouldve explained it to him, made him realize things! aghhh)

heres the book 5 one btw

"I got a real bad feeling when I saw the look on your face after Neige's rehearsal. It was practically the same look I saw on Jamil's face when he lost control of himself over holiday break." (Book 5 • Chapter 62)

And I mean maybe he did learn in that he's more aware of this now than others because he knows what people could look like because of Jamil, but I feel like a lot of things were just so unsaid. That the first time blindsided him, but now he's kind of a little more worried about something happening while he's there that he didn't notice so now he's trying to notice things more??? Or like maybe having gut feelings that he'd ignored before because it was Jamil but now knowing better?

So he can be aware. but then the rest of the time he's just thought of as dumb or an idiot or forgetful and it just makes me sad. and i mean i get that he wants to see the best in people but we never really talk about how its more that its denial. a refusal to see it, and i want to understand why

or maybe its because he sees the good in people that he trusts they'll do the right thing. or he believes that the good outweigh the bad (although i dont know if it'd be the same case if it was someone he knew who got hurt)

like. okay back in book 5

"Besides, I would bet there isn't a single person in Scarabia who hasn't gotten help from Jamil at some point. Am I right?"

"See? There you go. He's been a model vice housewarden. In fact, he's put me to shame. He let dark thoughts get the better of him for a brief time. Other than that, he's a perfectly capable guy." (Book 5 • Chapter 10)

He justifies it with that Jamil isn't the only one to blame (he also blames himself), and that Jamil hadn't done anything wrong before then

which. AGAIn. means that in his eyes the good outweigh the bad. jamils better at his duties so jamil should stay as vice housewarden.

this was the first time jamil did anything bad so it'd be fine, it was just an error in judgment

AGHHh

nothing about the fact that his closest friend he views as a brother

"He's grown up with Jamil since a young age, and considers him a brother in all but blood." (from the In-game Album)

who would be the last person he'd expect to do such a thing BETRAYS HIM, planning to make everyone (or well just the people in scarabia) turn against him

like. that has to be a shock right??? AND THEN HE JUST. welcomes him back into his life like it was nothing im just. kALIM. SWEETIE.

and i mean i get its for the best since if anyone knew what actually happened anything could happen to jamil (and jamil has his own reasons i get that but this is about kalim)

but he still hangs around him. has him as his aide. so while something did change, it also feels like nothing changed at the same time.

"I'm always chosen. Always. That's such an obvious truth that I never even consciously processed it. But now I see that was only possible because of Jamil's constant sacrifices. He created that "truth" in my mind by always holding back. By always letting me win. ...It stings. "Galling" doesn't even begin to describe it." (Book 5 • Chapter 30)

also like one of the very few times he expresses how he feels about something (how it hurts not to be chosen for the first time, and/or that he was only chosen because of someone else so he wants to work hard)

and then grim shuts him down with "You wanna talk about galling? Imagine how I feel not even makin' the cut for the audition to start with."

like. COME ON.

Kalim responds with, "Ah, you're right. My bad! I didn't mean to rub it in. Goodness, there I go again! I'm super sorry, honest."

and yeah it can seem kind of spoiled but also. its probably because of that that he doesnt want to share his troubles because he's very privileged so it feels like he might not deserve to act like its anything when everyone else has to work so much harder, right?

AND ITS JUST. REAFFIRMING TO HIM THAT his troubles are nothing compared to anyone elses and im just aghhauihduadhw

he also cares a lot about other people (people like him as housewarden because he listens to their troubles and supports them) so i just. want him to be able to take a moment to care about himself and just admit these things that he usually doesnt get the chance to.

i got a lot more worked up than i meant to

[dancingdorito]

i really appreciate discourse on penelope featheringtons character but it also reminds me that some people dont understand that she's not supposed to be this amazing gracious person. shes flawed and loyal and stubborn and she's also, guess what - 18 years old! i cant think of one good decision i made when i was that young and she has so much pressure to be what shes not.

penelope is not a great person, and THATS THE POINT. she's flawed and makes many mistakes and in the end, were some of the things she did selfish? sure. does it make her the devil reincarnated? no.

people is a teenager that has two friends and is ignored by her family. she is 18 and on the marriage market. she doesn't have much say on how her future will turn out but she DOES have a platform.

penelope is doing what she can and protecting her loved ones the only way she knows how. is that a good way to deal with her issues? not at all. but she's not perfect and LW is the only way people hear her (eloise only listens to her occasionally). you can argue all you want about her not deserving colin but its not like she's publishing things that aren't true or would not have come to light later on.

the point i'm trying to make is that female characters shouldn't have to be angels for the audience to accept them. i dont see one word about anthony when he attempted to literally KILL his best friend in a duel, or when he tried to place his sister in an arranged marriage when she wanted to marry for love. anthony is flawed too but the fandom sees past that because he was protecting his sister. but then what was penelope doing? how is that easier to excuse and look past? was she not protecting eloise and colin from worse fates in the wrong way? you cannot pick and choose what characters you give leeway to. especially when it REEKS of misogyny.

women shouldn't have to be perfect for men to love them. same thing goes for anyone of any gender. i'm tired of female characters not receiving the same treatment as male characters who do the same things.

no one ever claimed that penelope was supposed to be a good person, in fact nicola coughlan has stated multiple times that penelope is not, and that is precisely the point.

i could write a whole essay on this but i will end it here. stop expecting female characters to be perfect in order to deserve any good things.

[headchefshcs]

Creek NSFW with female reader? The dirtiest, raunchiest ones you could possibly think of

Just a Lil Pet // Creek x Fem!Reader

NSFW undercut, Minors DNI, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns

Ty anon I love writing about this mf

You were a respectable smart women who didn’t take shit from anyone. You were always the leader type and you took pride in that and yourself. That is untill you met creek. Now you had seen and met Creek a few time before but this time was different. He seemed more interested in you, coming up to you more frequently asking about you and your hobbies, your goals, etc. You liked that he found your interest appealing and how he wanted to spend time with you. It wasn’t long until you started to realize how much you actually liked him. It wasn’t long after the two of you started dating when Creek started to put his plan into action.

He starts to slowly make more suggestive ideas and actions,such as when he begged you to get matching earrings with him, saying how cute it would look on you. While unsure of it you did end up getting matching ear piercings as him and you did admit they looked cute. He would constantly try to get you to do more and more risky and humiliating things, but each time you shut him down. You tried to keep some of your self worth, while you liked him you still wanted a life besides him. And he would respect that right?

You were lying face down with Creek fucking you from behind. For a while you two had been going back and forth about how pushy he’d been and how you loved him, but there was more to life than him.

“Oh come on luv, you keep saying that but you know it’s not true…” he teased as he thrusted in and out of your pussy. You whined softly in protest. “Ugh I’ve asked nicely Y/N, I really have… but I’m not really asking at this point anymore…” “wha-“

A wave of pleasure cut you off. He had hit your G spot, you instantly threw your head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. Seeing your reaction told Creek all he needed to know as he aimed for it again and again. Tears of pleasure filled your eyes. While he’s fucked you spot in the past it had never felt this good before. His rough thrust became more persistent and precise it became overwhelming quickly. It wasn’t long before your vision and mind starting to get fuzzy as you barriers your head into the bed.

You soon forgot about what you had said before, as Creeks cock engulfing both your pussy and mind’s space. You moaned at the constant pressure of him hitting you spot with each hit and and more of your mind and dignity left you you. “Aww how’s my lil pet doing? Is she okay…” Creek sneers, picking up the pace. “Thats it just let it all go…Don’t you wanna feel like this all the time. No thoughts, no worries? Don’t you just want to let go and be with me?” “Mmmm… y-yesss mmmmm…” you nod as your eyes roll in the back of your head. He chucked as he leaned down towards you. “You’re gonna be such a fun lil pet to train, soon you nothin but a lil breeding hole for me to use, you’ll be feeling like this everyday luv, doesn’t that sound good…” He hissed into your ear as he came, his cum filling you, the amount of pleasure overwhelmed you as you soon pasted out from the pleasure.

It’s been about a month since Creek first broke you and you’ve made significant progress. The old you was practically gone now, no more being independent and the leader you once were. Now here you were, nothing but a slave to cock, so desperate and needy for it all the time. Your brain had no more time for anything you once enjoy. You instead much preferred to be on all fours, nude, and next to your master, such as the position you are in now.

As you sat there with what little brain power you had left you thought of how you wish you had just surrendered sooner. Why try so hard to be independent when you could be completely braindead, with the only thoughts you had were to please your master. Within the month you also had become no more than a shell of your former self.

An adorable lewd face, tongue out, drooling at the mere thought of cock. Your pussy dripping, yours and creeks cum dripping out, with some sliding down your thigh. Your golden clit piercing constantly stimulating you, and your womb tattoo with the phrase “Creeks Breeding Hole” cleanly printed. Your ass littered with hand prints and slaps as well as a beautifully colored tramp stamp, the words “Property of Creek” with the surroundings decorated with vibes and flowers. Your tits out with love bites all around them, your nipple piercings all shiny as the small gold chain that connects them, dangling. Your pretty collar glistening in the sun, the pendant being a cock with Creeks name engraved in it.

Your matching leash is attached to the collar, with your master being at the other end of it, causally talking to someone about god knows what. You mindlessly played with your clit with every once in a while Creek would tug on the leash, causing you to put more pressure on your piercing. Each time you whined softly the feeling making you more and more overwhelmed with pleasure. After what seemed like and eternity to you, though it was most likely only a few minutes Creek says his farewells to whom he was talking to. Once they were out of sight he looked down at you.

“aww what a pathetic little slut, I ignore you for a few minutes and here you are a bitch in heat begging for your masters cock hmmm?” Creek lifts your leash, gesturing you to sit up. You instinctively obey lifting yourself into a squatting position. You lifting your arms up, placing them at either side of your breast, you open your mouth up craving and begging for him.

//I hope you enjoy! I kinda fumbled with the middle, I’m still work on writing full fics so apologies! But I had so much fun writing this!

[shsl-fander]

Logince Week Day 6

Prompt: Tell me about it

Pairing: Roman/Logan

Description: Logan has never been listened to, so he's come to never expect anyone to ask him to explain something to them. However his wonderful boyfriend Roman takes him by surprise one day.

@loginceweek2024

Logan loved listening to Roman ramble on and on, while most of the time it ranged from over dramatized to downright idiotic, his boyfriend's antics still made him smile. He also knew Roman loved to talk, especially considering how often the boy would find himself yapping on and on endlessly, falling into another ramble.

What Logan didn't expect, however, was that Roman would like listening to him. Logan was often tuned out by his peers, never properly listened to, always ignored or dismissed. It actually really upset Logan, but he tried not to dwell on his emotions for too long, for that felt like something he shouldn't be allowed to do. For that precise reason, though, Logan let Roman do the talking mostly in their relationship, he didn't expect Roman to have any interest in listening to him talk instead.

And so currently the couple found themselves snuggled up together on the couch, Roman's arm wrapped tightly around Logan's shoulders as the nerd leaned into his side, curled up with a nice book. Roman had some sort of movie playing faintly in the background that his attention was completely drawn to. Their bodies were so close to one another they could feel the shared heat, a warmth spreading to the both of them. It was nice and rather comforting, Logan thought.

Roman gazed over at his boyfriend next to him, smiling softly at the sight. Logan looked so calm, and he was grinning in a joyfully way you don't see from him very often. Roman reached over to pause the movie for a moment, pressing a kiss to Logan's head. "What's got you all smiley, my dear nerd?" he whispered.

Logan blinked in surprise, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks and nose. He chuckled, slowly setting his book down. "Oh nothing, I'm just really enjoying this book, that is all," he explained.

Roman placed his hands gently on Logan's thighs, that love-struck,starry eyed look glimmering on his face. "Tell me about it," he says.

Logan blinked in surprise, adjusting his glasses, "About the book?" he questioned, his voice near disbelief.

Roman huffed, rolling his eyes affectionately, "About anything, Specs! Just talk to me," he adds, leaning his head against his shoulder.

"Ah, my apologies I'm never really-" Logan shook his head, cutting off his own words before he let his feelings speak first. "I wasn't expecting you to ask that of me, thats all."

Logan's chest felt heavy, but in a new and good way, nothing like all the negative feelings before. It was as if all the other experiences of being ignored and dismissed had been lifted off him, and this replacement feeling with twice the strength was there instead.

His eyes darted over to Roman, who's eyes had begun to blink closed comfortably. He decided to card his fingers through his hair, resulting in a satisfied hum from Roman. Logan swore he felt his heart skip a beat, and butterflies were figuratively swirling all around his stomach.

"The book is a murder mystery novel," Logan began, his eyes still locked on this sweet boy next to him. "It's called Nothing Left to Tell. It's about a high school girl who has an internship at a true crime news station researching the unsolved murder of her 8th grade teacher. Theres also a hint of romance in the book between the protagonist Brynn and her ex friend, Trip. I think you'd like that part," he smiled as he explained.

It was really nice to talk about something with someone, knowing they actually cared about what he was saying for once.

[haretic]

to: mom

i've been trying to think of what to say for hours. days now. two to be precise. you came in my room and yelled at me for stealing from you again, stealing hair ties, bobby pins, cigarettes. i tried to tell you, if it wasn't yours, it'd be someone elses, and i don't know whats in them. you didn't get it, you didn't understand why i smoked in the first place, didn't understand why i had to be so horrible all the time, why i've been so horrible since i was a kid.

i think if we had a better relationship you wouldn't mind the hair ties and bobby pins. i wouldn't be so stressed. i wouldn't smoke. it would all be alright. but you had already decided who i was long before i even understood what it meant to be a person, and i still don't know how to escape it.

i remember waking up, i was seven or eight, and from then until i was about 11, i would wake up periodically from panic attacks. it would take me hours to go back to sleep. i sat in my bed sobbing and hoping someone would hear me and come see if i was okay, which i spent most of my childhood doing. i was so scared. all you did was come in and scream at me to shut up and go to bed. i had disturbed you. you were mad at me, i couldn't control my emotions and it inconvenienced you. dad came and laid with me until i felt safe enough to sleep again. you never brought it up again. to you it was a vague annoyance, but to me it was everything. you had no idea i had been sexually assaulted my whole childhood, no idea how bad the bullying had gotten, no idea about being suicidal at 7.

thats a lie, you knew. you saw it in my behaviours, you saw it in what i searched on the ipad you monitored, you told me to stop looking those things up and stopped digging deeper. to you it was all just an inconvenience, to me it was my whole life. my formative years. i spent it all gauging how you would react to me displaying emotions, wishing i could be better for you, that you would put in any amount of effort to understand me, but you refused to every. time. you ignored every important sign, the self harm, drinking, smoking, staying out or up late, being constantly tired, constantly fighting at school, with you. you didn't care about the root cause of it all, you only cared about the symptoms. like a tree, you tried to cut my issues down by chopping out the branches instead of bringing and axe to the stump. you could've, at any time, but you were convinced i didn't need help, that i just needed to try harder, that i liked being the way i was. who would like that?

you had already made up your mind, and there was nothing i could do to change it. and it confused me. so i sat on the sidewalk at midnight on my way to a friends house and i smoked the cigarettes i had stolen from you. i had asked you to say goodbye to me before i left that night, you said you didn't want to, and you didn't understand why i had to go. i told you i just had to. you didn't want to understand that to me, it was more than just a spat over me stealing your cigarettes. you made it clear i would never be who you wanted me to be, and that i would always be the horrible person you've thought i was since before i could remember. i couldn't be in our house when you thought those things. i needed to get out before i drowned in it, and you had no idea. like a willing ignorance, you forgot every thing that you'd ever done that changed my brain chemistry, that altered the path my life would take in my childhood. you begged me to tell you why i acted like this, but you never listened to the answer, so i stopped trying.

it feels suffocating sometimes, knowing what you think of me, but still reaching out to you. i try so hard to get your attention, to get you to care about me, even remotely, but you always shut it down. i text you when i'm at school, when i'm anxious, or when i'm bored, just for some reassurance that you want to be my mom, that you care for me, but you don't. you shut me down, all the time. you shut me out, and then you ask me why we don't have a good relationship but i keep begging. it gets to a pathetic point. i just wanted you to be my mom, and to care about me, but for some reason you rejected me every chance you got. it was easily fixable.

you told me last night you didn't think we would last like this, but we've been lasting like this for nearly two decades now, i'm just tired of putting in the effort. i can't change your mind, and i'm done trying. i'm whatever you say i am. i don't deserve anything i have and i won't make it in my life. thats fine with me. you say i can't move out, that i'm too immature for that, when i act like this around you, but the thing is that its only around you. i act like this around you. you're my mother, and you've never mothered me, and i still want you to before i move out. i'll be too old to be mothered soon and i want you to try to care before its too late, but you just don't.

i wish i could go back in time and try it all over again. maybe i didn't try hard enough to change your mind about me. i was young, but i could've done more to get you to like me. i wish i had. i wish i had my mom, unconditionally. not overshadowed by all the evil you think i bring into the world. i wish you would love me before i'm gone.

[hoodiewithhorns]

━  using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1  + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests  

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ��

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3 

sakusa 

word count : 1.4k

you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt. 

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Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down. 

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him. 

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him. 

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear. 

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

 the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance. 

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red. 

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts” 

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.”  he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace. 

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning. 

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

word count : 886

kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it. 

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt. 

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table. 

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him. 

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster. 

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying. 

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare. 

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him. 

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly. 

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he  slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight. 

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa 

word count : 615

what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together. 

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex. 

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.  

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.  

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head. 

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going. 

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right? 

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears. 

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him.  he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully. 

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything  i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

[lilisette]

you know you got it bad when a man can drag you out of your years long writing slump been trying to get back into writing :) i have a few drafts going but this is the first one that is done and is not smut, i have too many smut ideas

ngl im kinda scared to post the smut i wrote because i miiiiightve written thirain thats a bit too aggressive

anyway feel free to critique, i havent written in years and would love some feed back

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Jealousy was a foreign feeling to Thirain.

Born as the heir to the Luterran throne, he had lacked nothing. He never needed, nor cared about the attention people gave him that his cousin Berhart was so envious of. If anything, he felt that it would only distract him from his duties and training. And being forced into hiding further showed him how fleeting people's attention could be. 

When he ascended the throne and began his rule as king, the attention and scrutiny increased by at least tenfold. People watched his every move and hung on his every word. Noblemen would push their daughters at him in hopes of linking themselves with the royal bloodline. He never felt jealous precisely because there was no cause for him to be.

That was until a nobleman came in one day, trying to matchmake his son with you, of all people. 

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Thirain was discussing a matter with a nobleman when you came into the audience chamber. He nodded at you, and beckoned you to come over. The nobleman, curious, turned around to see who it was that arrived.

“Oh King's Knight!” He greeted, and did a polite bow when you came near them. “I am Johannes of Montwood. I was hoping to speak to you about a certain matter.”

You shot Thirain a questioning look, but he looked surprised too at the noble's statement. With no hint as to what was going on, you replied, “Sure, what is it that you need?”

“I have a son who's around your age. He is quite the charming young man I am sure you will find wonderful to talk to. I could introduce you to him should you be interested in finding a husband.” 

To say you were flabbergasted would be an understatement. Sure you were a Luterran noble now, but you didn't expect a matchmaking attempt from other nobles due to you being an outsider. 

“I- Um- Perhaps another time Lord Montwood? I am not looking for a husband at the moment.” You tried to reject him as politely as possible, but he continued.

“Then perhaps a meeting? To see if you two would click? You could never know without meeting him at least once.”

You were about to reject him again, firmly this time, but Thirain interrupted you before you could say anything.

“No Lord Montwood.” He interjected, his voice having a slight edge to it. His face was blank and devoid of any emotion, but having spent a lot of time with him, you know that that was a mask he often used when he was upset. 

“She is my trusted knight and is currently assisting me in the rebuilding of the kingdom. She will not have the time to do so as she will constantly be by my side.” He stated with finality in his tone, allowing for no room for negotiation. 

“I-I see. Very well.” The nobleman, sensing that the king would not tolerate this discussion any further, wisely backed off. He bowed and murmured a farewell, before quickly leaving the audience chamber. 

The audience chamber was eerily quiet after Lord Montwood left. Thirian's face was still blank, but upon closer inspection, you could see the anger and frustration in his eyes. The air around him was thick and tense, impenetrable. Before you could do anything however, he stormed off without saying a word, leaving you next to the throne.

You looked towards Meehan, who most likely heard the entire exchange, silently asking whether you should go after him. He shook his head, and then handed you a small stack of papers with a sigh.

“Here is today's agenda, King's Knight. Please take over his Majesty's duties until he returns.”

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Meehan had to admit that the King's Knight was a fast learner. He had doubts at first when his Majesty mentioned that you would be assisting him in the restoration of Luterra. But after constantly seeing how well you handled critical issues and disputes, he could see why the king trusted you so much. 

He contemplated the issue of finding a suitable queen for his Majesty while he watched you discuss a local issue with a merchant from the side. 

Back when the king had just reclaimed the throne, he made a list of suitable queen candidates with Sir Cassleford. Cassleford had suggested you as a possible queen but Meehan was reluctant to put you on the list. 

He knew you would be the most suitable for the position and for his majesty. You were dependable, kind and the king favored you so much that everyone in the castle could see it clearly. 

However he knew that you'd have to leave for your quest soon and wouldn't be around long enough to provide the king an heir, so he hadn't put your name on the list of possible candidates. 

But now that the war was over and you had settled down in Luterra, Meehan no longer had a reason not to include you on that list. 

“You should go look for his Majesty, King's Knight.” Meehan said after you bid the merchant farewell. You looked at him, surprised. Shouldn't you finish all of Thirain's duties first before doing so? As if sensing your question, he smiled and continued on, “I will handle matters from here. Don't worry.”

You nodded, and left quickly for the stables, leaving Meehan alone with the papers and his own thoughts. If his gut feeling was right, the kingdom would soon have a queen. 

As he shuffled through the papers, he thought about the betting ring that the knights had. They were wagering on when the king would finally confess his love to his favored knight and if he recalled it correctly, one would win a sizable amount of silver if they got the date right. 

Meehan felt a little guilty, betting on their relationship. But after thinking about how many times his Majesty's not so subtle pining made him want to pull his hair out, he felt that he deserved it. 

[cornfarm]

summertime cicadas

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: you go to saiki’s place to play some video games. saiki learns a bit about your dirty laundry.

cw: suggestions of past sexual abuse. it’s not explicitly stated but it’s heavily implied.

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now, but i was never happy with it.

it’s implied that you and saiki are in week 2-4 of dating;;;

i have some other stuff in the works but im tired so notes r boring today

enjoy waaaaaa

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When Saiki and you were left alone together, the tension that hung in the air was fun and playful. Coy glances, the heart jittering brushes of skin, and the almost knowing smiles you two would shoot each other. This time around, it was heavy, and it weighed hefty on both your shoulders.

It was your first time over at his place since you had begun dating.

You had texted him: can i come over? i bought a new game i wanna play it with u

He was very happy you decided to make the first move, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. 

Immediately, the “devlivered” at the corner of your text changed to “read”. He hastily typed back: Sure, let me know when you’re here. My parents aren’t home.

You saw letters on your screen, but you squinted your eyes shut upon them entering your field of vision. You had thrown your phone across the room, too nervous to look at his response. Tentatively picking it up, your heart nearly exploded at his words. You quickly respond: okay! be there soon :)

Saiki suddenly felt a bit on edge, realization finally striking him that you were about to be in his presence. In his bedroom. Alone. 

Saiki Kusuo never really felt things too intensely, so to feel it strike at his heart and stomach was almost a bit too much for his liking. 

Saiki wound up sitting patiently at the dining room table, using his telekensis to pick things up, rearrange ornaments and fine china, and clean up trash. The last thing he wants is you coming over when the place is a mess.

The doorbell rang, not that he needed it to know you were here. Beckoning you in, you pull out a small disc box from your bag. 

“I heard really good reviews from it. I was interested in it since I liked the art style but I wanted to wait until people played it and reviews came out before I committed.”

He takes it from your hands to inspect it, “I’m not super interested in recent games, I like older ones a bit more. Indie ones too. I’ve heard that the gameplay is really compelling.”

“That’s okay, we can still play together, right?” You almost look a bit nervous. Saiki gnawed at the inside of his lip.

“Sure,” you don’t look satisfied, “I don’t mind, doing things with you is nice.”

The content expression on your face satisfies him. You follow him upstairs.

Then the tension settles. You’re so close, the pleasant floral scent from your detergent lingering where you walk. He peers behind you as you take in his room: simple, clean, minimalistic. It’s painfully in character. You smile, flopping face down on his bed.

“I’ve only ever been here with everyone else, it was so lively then, but it’s so different when it’s quiet!” You situate yourself so you’re sitting at the edge of his bed, legs dangling off the side.

“It’s the same room.”

“Yeah but, now it’s just me and you.”

“I suppose so.”

You watch as he peers to the wall, a bit away from you.

“What, you’re not nervous are you? Do I make you, THE Saiki Kusuo nervous?”

He clicks his tongue, and begins stalking towards you. He stops right in front of you, shins nearly touching the mattress of his bed. He looks down, expression deadpanned like usual. Perhaps thats precisely why you got so flustered. Your hands coming to clasp politely in your lap, you look up at him, determined to hold eye contact.

“Mhm,” he smirks, “you do. What will you do about it?”

He watches as your lips part into a small ‘o’, before you turn your head down and begin to pout. He’ll spare you this time. The small proximity between you settles in; he should get out of here, nervousness is finally catching up, it’s a bit too much for him to handle. For such a cocky one-liner, he really can’t keep it together. He exits his room for a moment with a brief “wait here”.

He hears you let out a sigh down the hall. Taking the chance to inspect his belongings, you peer under his bed, nothing suspicious there, before making your way to his desk. There’s his computer, a nice leather desk chair, a lamp, and a small empty mug that holds pens, pencils, and highlighters. You thumb through them.

He re-enters his room, quietly opening the door, but just enough so where you hear. Outstreching his arm, he hands you a bottle of iced tea.

“This is,” inspecting the label, “you don’t usually drink these, right?”

Saiki stays quiet.

“So you got it for me? You remembered I liked it?” 

He nods.

You beam at him, mutter your gratitude, and pull out the games box.

Placing the disc onto the disc reader, and pushing it in, you start up the game, and watch the intro animation. 

“Yeah, the graphics are really nice,” he comments.

You adjust yourself, sitting on top a cushion on the floor, he moves a bit closer. 

Skipping though dialog, tutorials, and the first few levels of the game, Saiki controller finally begins responding. 

“I’m sorry, I thought the multiplayer feature would be available from the start.”

“It’s okay, you can pick first”

“Hmm...” you pause, brows furrowing in focus as you look through the different player avatar options. Finally, you turn to him and smile, “this one! Your turn.”

Saiki bites at the inside of his lip, again, moving his thumb over the joystick, he picks his avatar.

It’s nice, it’s quiet, the sound of cicada’s chirping outside his bedroom window, and the soft hum of his fan are gentle. Neither of you are talking about grand things like aspirations and inhibitions, but you didn’t have to. The soft, casual tone of conversation is something Saiki’s making sure to cherish. The game’s fun, Saiki is enjoying himself, he enjoys you. 

But tension still looms heavy overhead. You aren’t the only one who was thinking about it, how close you two were, how your elbows kept bumping, the small,and the way you both tried to get just a millimeter closer.

Saiki knew what you wanted, but he couldn’t pull himself to take initiative. Why? Was nervousness just another curse set out to plague him?

He’s reading your mind, he knows without a doubt you want to, so why is he so nervous to reach out and touch you? He wants to run away.

“Saiki?”

Your voice broke his thoughts, he turns to you. “Are you okay?”

He does it without thinking, slowly placing the controller down and putting his palms on your shoulders. 

“I’m just not used to this,” he finally says, “like, dating and all that.”

You wrap your fingers around his wrists, “that’s okay, I’ve never dated anyone either, we can just take it slow. We have time.” You reassure, “I’m nervous too,” voice smaller than before. He lifts his hands off, hovering them in front of you, debating on where he should put them. Should he put them back on your shoulders, or would that be weird? Maybe it’s okay if he takes your hands into his, but right now your hands are...

His vision finally focuses, and he looks at your hands, defensively positioned in front of your chest with your palms facing him. You’re looking at him with a half smile, but your brows are pursed down. You’re watching him very carefully.

Your thoughts still, pausing until he moves again, taking your hands in his own. He’s confused, why do you look so skittish?

You look visibily confused that he takes your hands. He’s granted one thought:

He’s not gonna do anything, see? He’s just holding my hands, that’s it. He’s not gonna do anything.

Do what? What do you mean? Do what?

“What do you mean?” He blurts out, voice ringing through your head.

Astonishment paints your face. Shit, you didn’t think you said anything out loud. Could he read your mind? He chooses not to say anything.

You shake your arms, he retracts his hands.

“I’ve just had bad experiences with people in the past, I got nervous, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

Oh. Your internal dialog isn’t as pleasant as the words you choose to say. 

“Maybe I’ll tell you about it more in the future,” you still have the strength to smile at him?

He reaches out to touch you again, but never connecting. He hesitates this time, fingers hovering over your forearm. 

“I’m not really interested in that sort of stuff. I wouldn’t do that to you. I won’t do that to you,” he corrects.

With a smile pained with melancholy, you shift yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your face into his shoulder, legs finding their way between his. He wastes no time wrapping his own arms around your back, pressing your chest closer to his own. Your hearts pound against each other, breathing syncing as you both exhale a sigh. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know,” your voice is muffled. 

You stay like that for a few moments. Cicada’s chirping, fan blowing, there’s nothing to say- the silence is comforting in it’s own way.

You finally pull away from him, voice much brighter, “but I’m not ready to kiss you yet, I think my heart would explode!” He flushes red. Adjusting to sit back onto the cushion, you lean your weight onto his side. He tension has finally settled, and Saiki sighs contently. 

Saiki only uses his powers in ways to convinience himself. Fortunately, keeping you safe was more than convinient to him: it was the bare minimum- an absolute necessity. 

As soon as you leave, he’ll find the bastards that did it. 

[kashimos-hajime]

homestretch of the hard times | g.t.

summary: the eve days of your potential death kinda spurns things to move forward: for takemura, it means confessions. for you, it means making exceptions. and drinks. ‘cause takemura’s the pickiest fucking eater you’ve ever met.

WARNINGS: small spoilers for act 1 of cyberpunk 2077 and references to non-spoiler texts between takemura and v, just fluff, small angst, swearing, idk what else is going on so if there are actual spoilers thats completely coincedental ndlnskfsldnf pairing: goro takemura x fem!street-kid!v word count: 2.6k

a/n: so cdpr did us dirty for not allowing us to romance him (to my knowledge) but he has my mind, heart and everything else so :) listened to the bones by maren morris w/ hozier

part of the tales of a two-bit thief series

It starts with something straight out of a romance movie: A car crash, saving each other’s lives (well, him more than you) and “Wait, V, I need you.”

You don’t know how you got here, to be precise. There were a chain of events, some absolutely stand up fucking moments on your part, and just… fuckery. So much fuckery and life went to shit.

All you know is the ticking time bomb’s only ticking louder and at this point, the only thing that can silence it at all is the man beside you. Not even the meds Misty gave you can help you now. 

You’re sitting in his car because you called him and he had answered and now… now they’re on one of the off ramps looking over Night City like they own the fucking place.

Maybe you did, once. Ha, maybe back when everything seemed more job to job and not life to life. For a moment, maybe you were in the big leagues.

Takemura doesn’t say anything, even though you can tell he wants to. His hair still pulled into that man bun, collared shirt with not a single wrinkle in sight. Weird how he never looks out of place, not really. Not even with the car crash. Shit, he always looked good.

You think you’re actually gonna miss that. That one semblance of someone being put together that gave you the hope that maybe you could stick it too.

You think you’re gonna miss a lot of things about him—from his stupid complaints about the food here, to his stupid random philosophy texts in the day, to the fact that he eats the ramen you buy anyway without complaint, even though it’ll never compare to what he has in Japan.

The thought that counts.

They don’t even have the radio on, just the dim lights of the car, a window rolled down. You don’t smoke but you feel like you should be tapping a cig either way. You haven’t had the time to just fucking breathe—not with Silverhand breathing down your neck, corpo rats swarming you on all sides. 

Everyone wants a piece of you, it feels like. 

You look at Takemura.

Almost everyone.

“Thank you,” you tell him quietly, with difficulty. It’s hard to get through your words without thinking Silverhand’s behind your back, mocking you. You’re so fucking tired. “It hasn’t been easy.”

He doesn’t respond. He’s too busy looking at one of the cars nearly collide with a pedestrian. You could’ve laughed. You used to make fun of the shitty drivers in Night City, knowing full well you’re one of them.

You get chased by a couple of cops, rules start to bend.

You used to wonder why you never left.

Then, you actually left, and you realized that hell, you can take the person out of Night City—can’t take the Night City out of a person.

Atlanta fucking sucked, but maybe you should’ve stayed there.

But then, a tiny voice whispers as you look out the window to the fresh night wind. You never would’ve met him.

It’s funny, you think. To come back and get a brain tumour in the shape of a rocker who can’t fucking touch anyone who loves him, who he loved, only for you to fall in love with a corpo you can’t fucking touch at all because… because there is no time left. It just isn’t fair.

“I used to be a corpo kid,” you confess, looking at him with a wry smile again. That catches his attention. He looks at you with those eyes that scrutinize you, interrogate you, peel you apart to your bare essentials and you have to look away before you can’t control your face anymore. God fucking damn it. “Not when it mattered, obviously, but… I remember what it was like. Grew up hating every single on of them.”

“Your parents were Arasaka?”

“Mhm. Security division.” It’s like your eyes are magnetic to his because when you blink, you find yourself regarding him again. Your fingers play at your lips. “Counterintelligence. I was supposed to go into that, too. Big dreams.” 

“I see.”

“Yeah, then my parents were tried for treason and murdered, so I got thrown out. That’s it.” Your hand falls away. You pick at the chipped nail polish on your thumb. “Never told anyone that. ‘Cept…” Jackie. Well, he’s fucking dead, now. “‘Cept you, now, I guess. Guess some corpos aren’t so bad.”

The corner of his mouth pinches up like he’s flattered and you can’t help the pleased warmth spreading through your chest. 

“Should I be honoured I am one of the few exceptions you have made?”

“Well, I don’t make exceptions often, so…” You grin slyly. He looks away just as you catch a flash of his smile growing. It’s a nice smile. You wish you saw it more often before the end of the road. Maybe it’s one of the regrets you have, too. “Yeah, maybe you should feel special.”

“Hm.”

“C’mon, Takemura. Humour the walking dead, yeah?” You stretch against the leather of his car seat with a pleased sound. “I’m spending what time I have left with who I want to. Can’t ask for much better than that.” A quiet hangs in the air as you melt against the black leather and you look at Takemura who’s staring at the wheel with an intensity you don’t often see. It makes your gut squirm. 

“And I? I am one of those people?”

You lean on one hip and look at him, bending a knee and resting an ankle on your thigh. He looks at you with an uncertainty—an uncertainty you’re sure echoes in your eyes.

It was business, then it wasn’t. Maybe it never was.

“Yeah. You’re one of the few on the short list.”

“Exceptions again.”

You laugh. “Yeah. You’re an exception to most things, I think. Weird, that.”

“How so?”

“Ah, I don’t know. I’ve had family—still do, ones that matter, you know. Just… no one ever like you, Takemura. Drives me crazy.”

“The feeling is mutual. Your mocking brings you onto thin ice, V.” His fingers tap against the steering wheel. The engine’s off so it seems more fidgety than anything. Weird. You never noticed he fidgeted before. Maybe he’s nervous?

About what?

“I must ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“If you have a future, what do you see for yourself?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. You frown and pick at your flecking nail polish even more, looking at your hand and focusing more on that so you don’t have to answer your question. His eyes burn into you and you swallow, trying not to act like you haven’t thought, in regret, at night, about a hundred million fucking times the possibilities they could’ve had together.

You’re not about to say all that.

Instead: “Settling down with the family. Mama Welles, people at the Coyote.” You blatantly don’t look at him when you add, “Others. This has been enough action for a lifetime.” You rest your hands on your lap and chance a glimpse at him. He’s looking away from you, out the window on his side, and you shift in your seat. “How about you? You must’ve… had dreams. Before all this shit went down. You make it out of here and then what?”

When he looks at you, your heart nearly cracks at the sadness in his eyes. He smiles, but there is no strength, and his eyes are darker than the night surrounding them.

“I would go to the countryside, just as I’ve always wanted. Leave this, all of this, behind. Rural Japan is beautiful, so a small town would suffice where everyone knows everyone. We do favours for one another. It is community. Nothing like here.” His lips pull into a tiny frown. “When I was a younger man, I wanted a daughter,” is all he says. “I believe I could have been a great father, so perhaps… perhaps one day.”

“A daughter? Not a son?” you ask curiously, and he almost chuckles. You can’t help the faint smile on your face. 

“If my daughter grew up anything like her mother,” he explains with a slight glance towards you, “I would have more hope than a son who was like me.”

You frown.  “You’re not a bad man, Takemura. Any son like you—with your code of honour, your shitty selfie skills—no one’s gotta a chance.”

He merely scoffs in response. Again, with the you mocking him. It’s a wonder he lets you.

“But really, that sounds… nice. A daughter, a wife.” You drum your fingers against your knee and his eyes dart to yours, click like they were always destined to meet, and your lips part. Words stall on your tongue and you want to speak but in the dim lights, you are lost in the darkness of his eyes. Something comes, something goes, and you barely croak out, “Whoever marries you will have to deal with so much of your shit that the kids have to turn out alright. The complaining, for one. Picky eater for another.”

This time, he does chuckle and you swallow a breath at the sound. “Dealing with it comes with practice, V.”

“Is that so?”

“Shouldn’t you know?”

“I—“ For once, no funny retort, no witty quip shoots out of your mouth, and you realize that there is an implication—an intricate dance where they’re struggling not to step on each other’s toes and nearly failing at every turn, yet somehow, it works because they’re dancing, and it’s quiet, and it’s… it’s peaceful.

Shit, you’re getting a load of this. When’d you become a poet?

“I guess I should know,” you finally say. “Never understood why I got so giddy whenever I saw your texts, you know, seein’ your name flash on my phone.” You laugh bitterly. “Guess I know why, now.” He’s silent and you don’t look at him. You look at the dashboard where you’ve kicked your feet up a dozen times, the glove compartment that still has your sunglasses inside.

Shit.

“Thank you for everything. Shit’s a little… more bearable, I guess. When you’re around, that is.” The words come out stilted, awkward, but your heart is so heavy in your throat you feel like you’re going to choke. You look into your lap, your whole body incinerating under what you’re sure is the most judgemental glare of your life and you just hope to fucking God this man says something, does something.

Holy shit. You’re going to die of embarrassment. Didn’t even think that was possible.

Then, a loud sigh. A sigh you’ve heard often enough beside you right before a gunfight or when he has to eat the food you ordered for him or even the nights when they’re exhausted, bruised, and just plain tired right before going to sleep where they lay on the floor.

It’s exasperated, a how on earth did we get here, a very annoyed again, you’re so fucking stupid, and you’re still running through your list on what this particular sigh can mean before a hand gently takes hold of yours. Your eyes dart to his, blinking and he stares at you like you’ve just stabbed him. Your heart is fucking racing in your chest, pounding like thunder. His fingers fold over and you realize, as you interlace fingers, that his skin is burning at your touch. 

Or maybe, it’s the other way around.

They sit there in silence, not looking at one another, looking out windows, parts of the car, everything but each other, and when he squeezes your hand, you close your eyes and swallow your heart.

It’s over.

“V,” he murmurs, voice so deathly quiet and raspy in your ears that your gut clenches. You turn to watch him. “Tell me that you will not stop fighting.” You swallow your breath as his eyes flicker from your own to your parted lips. He inhales quietly and you swear you can feel his heartbeat pulsing in his fingers in your grip. “That this is not all for nothing.”

“It isn’t.“

“Then I was right.” His eyes flutter back to your gaze and he tilts his head. Wisps of fine hair escaping his manbun brush over his nose and you reach up on your own accord, swiping it behind your ear. You lean over the console, your elbow digging into the leather and, tentatively, you trail your fingers down his jaw, hold his face in your hand. “I am… what is that phrase you use so often?”

“SNAFU?”

“No.”

“Assblasted.”

“No.”

“Royally fucked?”

“We need to expand your vocabulary.” You smile nefariously as his other hand reaches for your chin. He pinches it lightly, thumb stretching up to brush over your lips and your face freezes at his touch. “But yes. Royally fucked. I wasn’t wrong when I said I needed you.”

“I think that meant a whole something else back then,” you whisper rawly and he smiles sombrely. His thumb leaves your mouth to brush your cheek, his eyes fixing on you as if he’s trying to memorize aspects of your face: the arch of your nose, the bow of your smile, the way your brow wrinkles. “Meant more business-like.”

“I did. And now, I believe the terms have changed.” He arches an eyebrow. “Are we at a mutual understanding, V?”

“Yes.” And I hate that we are. Your hand along his jaw lifts to wrap around his wrist. “Consider that feeling mutual, yeah? It goes both ways.”

“I will.” Another small smile graces his lips. It makes him look younger every time and you rub your thumb over the back of his hand. 

“Do you wanna grab something to eat before you drive me back home for some shuteye?”

“The choices here are atrocious, V.”

“Then, drinks,” you propose, letting go of his wrist. He lets go of your chin, and turning to face the front, you kick up your feet on his dash. He stares at you for a moment then sighs because there really isn’t anything he can do about it. Nor, do you think, he wants to. You squeeze his hand and send him a silly smile. “How about drinks? I wasn’t hungry anyway.”

“Are you paying?”

You eye him incredulously. “Who do you take me for? You?”

He snorts and the engine roars to life with a flick of his wrist. He grabs the wheel dominantly and you swallow at the way his fingers wrap around the handle. “The Afterlife, then?”

“Or, we could make it rustic.” You pull his hand into your lap playfully and run a thumb over his knuckles. His eyes flit over and you send him a smirk. “I know Mama Welles doesn’t like you, but the Coyote’s serving cheap. Happen to like me there.” He begins to pull out of their little overhang and he nudges their joined hands into your abdomen, silently telling you to buckle in. Rolling your eyes, you mumble out a ‘boomer’ underneath your breath before letting go of him and following orders.

He settles a hand on your thigh and squeezes. You hang an arm out the window. 

The wind’s running through the car, he has the radio on low, and they’re easing through onto the highway.

Your chest is lighter than a feather, mind’s quieter than a ghost.

You’ve seen scarier deaths, dealt a lot more. You know that silence is a bigger killer than most bullets.

But here you are now…

“I’m changing this,” Takemura says. “This music is terrible.”

…Shit, maybe life isn’t so bad, ending the way it is.

[eu-legends]

What legends got RIGHT- and that TCW got wrong:

Clones.

Like. Dont even come at me if you dont know what the definition of the word clone even is. Clones are not twins. They aren't even IDENTICAL twins, they are CLONES.

With that bit out of the way, I would like to dive deeper into lore and WHY the change was a BAD IDEA.

Clones are manufactured in a lab.

This one isnt even lore. This is reality. All clones are lab grown. No, seriously. Thats what they are IRL.

Star Wars Legends Canon has been and always will be a SCI-FI film, based on REAL, ACTUAL SCIENCE. Because it was made by a science nerd, expanded on by science and sci-fi nerds. As such, one can reasonably assume that the resulting clones are ALSO lab grown.

...Which... they are. Its... its right there.... in the prequels...

Clones are canonically manufactured by Kaminoans. A species that SPECIALIZES in creating, not just clones, but specifically, clone ARMIES. These beings are not just using existing cloning technology we see in our science labs, they are in a sci-fi universe. They are leagues ahead of the existing science of the time. They are leading geneticists. They modify the clones they manufacture to a high degree in order to ensure absolute customer satisfaction.

If you are dealing with soldiers in war, dissent is not acceptable. Individuality is not approved. In fact, conformity and uniform and absolute obedience within the rank is not just expect, but DEMANDED with penalty of death. Thats just basic military function regardless of what country they fight for. This is BASIC KNOWLEDGE. And THESE are the kinds of products the Kaminoans are GUARANTEEING their customers. They are, in fact, guarunteeing a more reliable set of soldiers than can be gathered in any other circumstance precisely because these are CLONES who have been genetically modified to remove any form of dissent or disobedience whatsoever. They literally bred individuality OUT. That was literally the POINT.

Which is why when it came to arc troopers, where the Kaminoans were EXPERIMENTING with individuality for the sake of decision making and tactical advice in rare instances required, they had the arc troopers in COMAS and tried to REFUSE to allow anyone to wake them because they were TOO free thinking for the Kaminoan's product standards.

All of this aside, we also have the whole nature vs nurture argument that everyone just loves to throw out there to defend clone individuality. Which would be an excellent point..........if the nurture was different for every clone....... which they werent.... because they grew up in a lab.... by the same people.... being taught the same things.... by people with the same accent and vocabulary........

Basically, in scientific terms, they ARE the control group. NOTHING is varied.

So now lets go back to the fact of what clones are. It is an EXACT copy of the original. Which would be.... Jango Fett. Keep in mind, this lab isnt a sperm bank, its a clone manufacturer. They arent creating unique individuals, they are recreating the original and THEN modifying the genes to program out the natural impulses to do what they want so that they can be good little obedient soldiers. And then these modified copies of Jango Fett are TRAINED by Jango Fett himself. So every single one of these clones are gonna look, act, fight, and talk just like Jango Fett.... but without free will. And so when the CLONES begin to teach NEW clones that are ALSO exactly like them, once again, they just as well be learning from the original Jango Fett himself with preprogrammed loyalty- a loyalty that is programmed straight into their DNA sequence. Because if it wasnt.... the Kaminoans wouldnt sell the clones to anyone in the first place and we wouldnt have the Star Wars franchise as we know it today.

Now this is not to say that Clones are not individuals, because they are. Their unique experiences ON THE BATTLEFIELD, WITH THE JEDI AND OTHER SOLDIERS can and does impact the clone. This is where the NURTURE finally begins to make itself known.

But by the time the clones get to experience anything UNIQUE from the other clones, their personality is already hardwired and any variation is going to be minimal at most. And their voice and accent most CERTAINLY would not change anymore than you can expect a full grown New Yorker trying to speak like a southern gramma. It can be forced, but it wont stay that way for long.

Annd.... I think by now you can probably guess where Im gonna say TCW got it wrong.

Clones should not be recognizable outside of arc troopers versus regular clones....due to their armor. Clones would be uniformed. They will have the same taste because they are COPIES of JANGO FETT. They will sound exactly the same. TCW should not have even TOLD the voice actor which clone he was voicing. Maybe for script writers a specific word could be used to identify, but for the voice actor to do an actually convincing clone voice for the many clones OF JANGO FETT, he should not have even known how many clones he was scripting. For all he knew, it could have (should have) been just one clone throughout the entire series.

TCW completely ignored the GENETIC MODIFICATION that the clones went through that GUARUNTEED one outcome: obedient, reliable, efficient soldiers the republic could depend upon.

What's worse, is that TCW straight up ignores the very definition of the word clone and treats the clones as if they are twins instead. If the clones were more like twins, then they would have had to have been raised and trained by completely different people of completely different accents in completely different environments. And TCW doesnt justify the so called individuality of the CLONES with this kind of caveat whatsoever.

They also make the REGULAR clones far too individual and daring in voicing their own opinions. The Kaminoans would have never let that fly. They would have euthanized the clones and started over to get an absolutely perfect product production because, like it or not, thats what they are in Star Wars: A product for nations to buy for the sake of war. And yet, somehow, TCW thinks its completely fine and normal to have clones being capable of advancing rank. They CANT advance rank when free will and individual thinking IS MISSING FROM THEIR DNA. Like. Thats literally a selling feature. Filoni does know this........right.....?

And speaking of rank, lets return to the arc troopers, for a minute. These ARE special and unique, by design. Because Arc troopers are specially trained to be able to take on unique roles that regular clones cannot, and to be CAPABLE of making decision and giving advice- But even then, they ultimately have no free will aside from following orders. By DESIGN. Obedience and strict loyalty is STILL programmed genetically into them and once again, i would like to point out how the republic had to INSIST that the Kaminoans even SELL their experimental arc troopers.... because the Kaminoans still considered them TOO UNIQUE and therefore TOO HIGH A RISK to their reputation of being a reliable clone army manufacturer.

Arc troopers are SUPPOSED to be the smarter, quirkier, unique clones. But at the end of the day, EVEN WITH modified nurture to accommodate the unique roles arc troopers must fill, they are still COPIES OF JANGO FETT, TAUGHT BY JANGO FETT. Their differences are not gonna be that remarkable!

And yet-!! And yet, TCW ignores all of this and tries to claim it is SOMEHOW canon with the prequels.

Ok. Ok, lets talk about the other bantha in the room.

Order 66.

Before we even get started, lets go back to how real world militia units work.

If a soldier gets a command and fails to execute it, he is killed by whoever catches him refusing to do the order. This is standard procedure in every militia group in history. Ask any veteran in any nation and they will confirm this as fact.

What if the soldier's commanding officer is commiting treason and someone next on the ladder tells the soldier to execute his commanding officer? Again, standard procedure demands that the soldier kills the commanding officer or the soldier, too, will be killed for compliamce in a treasonous act.

THIS IS WHAT ORDER 66 IS AND ALWAYS WAS: A STANDARD FAIL SAFE MILITARY PROCEDURE THAT EVERY MILITARY GROUP HAS.

THIS is why order 66 was devestatingly effective in Legends. THIS is why legends didnt need any prior excuse for the clones to 'betray' the Jedi. Because acting on order 66 is an act of explicit loyalty to the republic by executing their treasonous commanding officers, the Jedi. The programming for such obedience ALREADY EXISTS IN THEIR DNA. The programming already exists in STANDARD MILITARY TRAINING. This is knowledge George Lucas expected his audience to come to the table with because this is STANDARD even in our world.

TCW spits in the face of anyone who has been in a militia group of any sort. TCW suggests that the clones and soldiers could never kill their jedi commanders unless they had a computer chip?!? hidden in their brain that SOMEHOW medical personel (especially JEDI medical personel) would just.......not notice? If they cant trust the clones to execute a basic fail safe miltary command for their nation, then they are not fit to be soldiers and should never have made it out of the Kaminoan factory in the first place.

And im not even gonna try to unpack the whole issue the chips bring up on top of it all.

so tl;dr? The title says it all. Legends got the clones right and Filoni's TCW did not.

~ Mod Purple

Hey, cutting in for Purple. Let's not even get into a regular clone some how commiting treason or another soldier walking away from the path of a soldier. Those two should be probably the biggest anomaly's ever and the first one should alarm every Jedi ever because they were told that a clone turning traitor is basically impossible. This would basically nearly cripple the Republic and order 66 because who is going to trust a clone when one went AWOL almost immediately after ATOC? Like I personally like TCW clones don't get me wrong but only if they didn't exist in SW or weren't actual clones or were maybe their own thing. I could probably accept it but it's so weird and random and doesn't even fit in the movies (just like most of TCW).

Also, a solution to this to make people more attached to clones: Make it the more independent clones like arc troopers, commandos, or commanders (Cody and such), or give regular clones small personality quirks, like one talks in a lower tone a bit, or one cleans his weapon often. One clone came out looking a bit older than the rest but is still good enough to be accepted by the Kaminoans because he was still skilled etc. They could have done so much more that would be rewarding to viewers. For example, one funny personality trait that Cody has is being more positive on things.

~ Mod A.

[keerishima]

HELLO! I saw you were a new blog that needed requests and I was wondering if you could write head-canons for todoroki, bakugou, and kiri (separately) with a s/o that has a witchcraft quirk? TY

well hi! thank you for the request, it was so cool to write! now i’m assuming you mean like a quirk that works like potions and herbs/crystals and spirit summoning and spells which is the road i’m taking i hope that’s okay?

now this boy is

excited

when he first saw the mist swirling around your fingers as you fought the robots in the UA exam, a shock went through his body

what was that? 

okay he didn’t mean to stare- considering he was in the middle of an exam- but the way you moved and the glints of a crystals around your body was just so cool

time passed and he got closer to you, during the dorm competition your room was the only room he wanted to see and boy did he love it

the green ivy and plants in your room, the pots and white smoke curling from diffusers and shelves full of powder and inks organised in a neat row

your room felt like a whole new world- like magic

literally after everyone had left he was still in your room looking around like a meerkat assessing it’s surroundings

fast forward; you guys are dating and he was VERY curious as to how your quirk worked, and you explained how your spells and energy came from the crystals and jewels

each crystal gave you a different energy, which converted to your power!

kirishima literally watched in awe as you pointed at all the different coloured gems and jewels and the symbols on your walls

he even asked to touch some of them and asked where you got them

he also asked to see them in battle, and asked if you had any similar to his own quirk!

the both of you engaged in LOTS of different mock battles, which almost always ended up in a play fight rather than real training- just because he ends up enjoying watching you use your quirk too much to actually focus

once you two had engaged in a long, breathless make out session against one of the walls- what can I say? you wanted to see what it felt like to kiss kirishima in his red riot form and have him melt back to normal under your touch

yeahh...it was a bad idea to do that in the school gym, where half of class 1-B caught you two mushed together against a wall

back to the hc!

he asks SO many questions

sometimes just sits on your bed for ages and asks one after the other after the other, to the point where aizawa has to come and send him back to his side of the dorm

let me tell you now: if you are 1) planning to get anything or 2) NEED anything, don’t let him find out

you once let it slip that you were considering getting pouches to carry these crystals, and the sweet, sweet boy went out and bought BUCKETS of bags

yes buckets because he didn’t know if your crystals would be affected by material or size of the bag or- god forbid what if it did and he ruined your quirk in battle?! 

he’d never forgive himself.

ever.

like literally he’d be on his knees ready for punishment of how you saw fit because of his mistake

what can i say? the boys dramatic

but its endearing :,)

it ended up being the cutest date of you cuddled up on his bed wrapped in his blankets like you were drowning in them,

whilst he sat on the floor, presenting each little bag and pouch to you, all teleshopping style.

‘and THIS 🤩 gorgeous article comes with not just 1😱! not just 2 😱! but THREE 🤯🥵🥳🥳 buttons to clip close to ensure a tight, secure hold of your 😏 special package’

yeah he made a sleazy face

yeah you threw a plushy at him

all of them were bought with your costume in mind and how could you not keep some of the bags? with kirishima watching you with the biggest eyes and slightly-pouting-lips-but-he-would-never-admit-it there was no way you didn’t keep the most useful ones

you asked him to return the extra bags so he wouldn’t have wasted his money, whilst you repaid his kindness with lots and lots of kisses and cuddles

;) or more depending on how you want it

todoroki is uhh...

emotionally constipated

but thats not his fault

#fuckendeavour

sometimes it comes off that he’s not interested in your quirk in a general sense, but it’s only because he doesn’t know how to ask without seeming pushy

he gets shy (but doesn’t show it) but with time that decreases to a sort of dry affection

i’m not saying he’s a dry boyfriend but he definitely isn't as spritely as someone like Denki might be

the way you’d see that he wanted to know more was if he asked you to come and fight with him, train with him and study

this is where he asked about your quirk

he didn’t ask to the extent of kirishima, who said everything that came to mind, he asked precise questions that gave him all the information he was desperate to know because you are so cool it makes his heart burn needed

and he also knew you would add more information as you explained, which he loved because he loved hearing you talk so passionately

this time your quirk allowed you to control people to an extent, depending on different plants and herbs you used

the plants each had a special line, muttered as you dropped the herbs anywhere on your opponent for it to activate

best believe todoroki asked for one to knock endeavour out, literally out of nowhere💀

once, one night you had been laying on your bed, and todoroki had popped over to see you. it was still quite early on in your relationship so you weren’t expecting him to cuddle up beside you and tuck into your smaller body, chin hooked onto your shoulder whilst his eyes bore into yours from below todoroki loves eye contact

‘Do your plants have meanings?’

that’s it, that’s all he softly whispered in your ear

‘What do you mean?’ You whispered back

‘Like...like roses mean love...do your herbs have a meaning linked to what they do?’

okay now he was blushing, very gently because he didn’t want to annoy you, or ask you a question you’d never thought of and make you feel silly or insecure about his quirk

YOU on the other hand were smothering a dopey grin. you knew your boyfriend and his boundaries, and you knew that him asking you in such an intimate setting meant he was trying hard for you

you also knew that he’d just given you free reign to ramble however you saw fit

so you explained, how each herb did this, how if you mixed them they did that, if you made a liquid infused with them it helped with your application in battle and so much more

todoroki listened silently, but his eyes were gleaming

literally glowing in the darkness- I mean was that even possible? it had to have been considering how todoroki looked at you that night

after you were done, he replied with a similar thing about his own quirk, and both of you had a long long chat that went from quirks, to schooling, to life, to aliens and more

todoroki had the weirdest humour, he never knew he was being funny until your quiet giggles morphed into full blown laughter- and caused a knock from the next room over because you were being too loud

he would let out his own little chuckles and smirks, seeing you enjoy his company so much

it was a while after that day when something new happened

you’d sent him a message, whilst he was sitting right next to you, and your contact name flashed on his screen suddenly, catching your eye

‘my calendula’

you looked at todoroki

todoroki looked at you

you both blinked

‘calendula?’ you asked

‘yes’ todoroki replied

‘why calendula?’

‘because,’ todoroki blushed deeply, eyes flickering away from yours

‘because you said calendula means joy...you’re my joy. arent you?’

and god help anyone who tries to say you aren’t todoroki’s joy

because you would literally throw them to the ground

your heart soared at how todoroki loved you and your quirk so much

even though it wasn’t blatantly obvious, it was the little things he did for you 😍

he originally going to call you his basil until Bakugou came round behind him asking him if he was writing the dorms grocery list. safe to say that plan was aborted immediately :D

oho

sorry I just

*pfft*

bakugo amuses me, he really does he’s so entertaining

okay sorry back to the headcanon

I headcanon you’re REALLY strong

like STUPID strong

Remember bakugos reactions to all the students quirks and he was like ‘shit I cant beat them 😨’

And his reaction to todoroki? yeah he’d literally see you use your quirk and just

no I’m joking

but I feel like as your s/o he’d be super obsessed with your quirk

he’d always want to train with you, he’d see it as an amazing part of you that he wants to help hone so you can be the best of the best

not better than him obviously but the best anyway

not that he’d SHOW all of this awe and pride to you, it’s normally delivered in a bunch of bakugo sentences:

‘oi your form is shit. do this instead.’

that means he’s realised a new way you can throw this punch, with much more force

‘tch, go train. you need the training.’

he wants to train with you. again.

‘....finally. took you long enough to learn that.’

you’ve just done something successfully and he’s trying so hard not to blush at how well you did it.

here your power is more destructive

you can create sigils using a your finger in the air and they create attack power

this with bakugos quirk makes a formidable duo, and if he doesn’t get partnered with you he will most likely throw a fit

but not a long fit more of a like ‘oi why is she over there we work better together’

but he realises as heroes you need to work well with anyone you meet, so he’s not too fussy

because of the fact that you draw the sigils, you have a habit of tracing out patterns and new symbols and any sort of designs subconsciously

this is done normally on any part of your skin, with a pen

bakugo being old man bakugo 🙄 got mad at you

he told you off for almost giving yourself ink poisoning and ruining your hand and making it all dirty drama queen

but throughout all of this bakugo had been clutching your hand, and best believe he wasn’t letting go

he used the hand he was holding to pull you along and sit comfortably, dropping his own palm into your lap and mumbling something that kind of, sort of, might have been along the lines of ‘use my arm dumbass’

now you had bakugos arm to scribble on to your hearts content.

you used this when you were stressed, worried that your nerves were causing you to forget things or simply because you wanted to hold bakugo close

in fact, bakugo himself had adopted this habit, and you’ll notice I said arm instead of hand

bakugo got nervous around you, and therefore sweaty, which therefore lead to tiny little explosions in his palms when you were near

but this habit had started to make him feel comfortable with his hands around you, it made him trust himself more

he knew his power was strong and he didn’t want to hurt you, your quirk was something that helped him with that

and he wouldn’t tell you that but he was grateful. VERY grateful

he once asked why you used pen, and not your finger on your skin considering the pen ink is toxic

you answered very quickly, by pulling out a sheet of people and sliding your finger across the surface in a sigil shape

promptly the paper burnt into a cinder :)

and bakugo never asked again

and that is the end! I hope you liked it and I did the idea of Witchcraft justice 😅 please do send some more requests!

god I loved this so much they’re all so cute :,) thank you for this request!!

[bookwyrminspiration]

No thoughts only Keefe training under Elwin to become a healer.

Just think about it, for a while now I feel as if Keefe has seen himself as someone whoes only capable of destruction. Growing up he sort of defaulted to chaos and pranks, and doesnt really seem to put any thought into the more intimate stuff if you know what I mean? (I haven't read the books in a bit so forgive me if I'm wrong but : Ex : I feel like if a friend of his were to be hurt, his immediate reaction would be "how can I punish the person who hurt my friend" (that sounds so intense but yknow its normally like, mostly harmless prank) rather than "what can I say to this person to make them feel better)

And he says things along the lines of "Im not good with this emotion stuff" multiple times in the first few books, despite literally being an empath and also..not...really ...being that bad...at comforting people. (sometimes). Which just further goes into the point of seeing destructive" nature n such.

THATS A LONG RANT BUT I JUST WANNA SEE HIM UNLEARNING THAT STUFFF

(also with his new ability ,, ik we've mostly seen the harmful things it can do, but given how vauge it is I cant imagine it would be hard to turn it into a positive thing (once he gets more control))

oh I do love a good healer!keefe, especially when it comes with a healthy dose of Dadwin.

I think I understand what you're talking about in that first part, with how he's an agent of chaos and trouble and generally makes things worse/messes them up and that's just how he sees himself now. Which is an interesting contrast with his status as the artist of the group as well, though he does undersell his talents in that area. He dismisses the things he can create because he associates himself with so much trouble and pain that of course he couldn't make anything beautiful. I suppose another way to phrase it is that he's not delicate. He's precise and methodical (at times), but his existence is not gentle. And because of that, he's not great at being intimate either. He can't approach it soothing and attentive, he just ends up barreling into those situations and being vague as he desperately and frustratedly tries to back out of it. That's in part Shannon making his thoughts/emotions obvious for us as the readers and using the excuse that Sophie is oblivious and that's why she doesn't notice what to us is so obvious, but we can also attribute it to how clumsy Keefe is--not physically, but more socially. For an empath, he's really not that great at relationships (I don't mean this romantically, I mean any relationship he has).

Just realized that you said something about him being bad at emotions despite being an empath. That's what I get for just going ahead with the first thought I think of without reading everything!! He just doesn't view himself positively at all! Keefe is walking around here like I am a disaster in elven form and sees what he wants to see instead of who he is. he sees himself as disruptive and unhelpful (he does think he can help, just not in the ways people want him to) and no matter what he does he'll rework whatever happens to fit with his view of himself and the world. If he found someone breaking down and crying and offered the most comforting, perfect words of support, he'd walk away from that encounter convinced he hadn't done enough, that someone else could do it better.

That's a big thing with his character, too! Comparing himself to others. A lot of comparing himself to Fitz, some comparing himself to Tam, and maybe some Dex but that one not as much. He's constantly finding ways to tell himself that he's not worth anything and that there are people who are better than him and more capable than him and people he can never live up too. He's setting that up in his mind so no matter what happens he'll take it as reinforcement of that belief.

That was a lot of Keefe analysis without talking about the healer aspect of it, but I wonder if Keefe could find ways to appreciate and accept himself by telling others to do the same. Because he would never tell anyone else to treat themselves the way he's treating himself, so I think it's something he hasn't even realized yet. And one day there might be that little click of oh. all these people I'm helping and I'm trying to get them to stop thinking like me, yet I'm letting myself go on like this. And if he's alongside Elwin I know he would've been trying to teach Keefe this and slowly incorporate the unlearning into his daily life and letting Keefe figure it out on his own. Because as soon as something looks like help Keefe shies away from it, so instead of outright helping, Elwin set Keefe up to help himself. Boom.

That's another thought I have about Keefe sometimes, the ways people say like "oh he needs therapy," which is true but also...not? This is just my personal opinions on the subject nor am I trying to discredit the effectiveness of therapy! I just know that a lot of therapy being effective is the openness and willingness to engage with it, to take what you're told and apply it to your life and be honest about it with others. Maybe a better way to phrase it is that Keefe needs the lessons taught in therapy and the benefits of therapy, without actually going to therapy. Because I really don't think he'd be open to the idea of talking to someone and engaging in the experience. But then again, that's just my personal opinions on the nuance of it all!

So perhaps by becoming a healer, he could learn those lessons and unlearn what he "knows" (doesn't actually know just thinks it's true) about himself that way. Just a thought though. By helping others he learns to help himself in a way that enables him to be more open, if that makes sense.

as for the ability, he really did panic and make an impulse decision (that he himself said he would regret) before the full scope of what is actually is was realized. He saw a possible potential it could have and went nope!! it didn't have time to settle, to solidify, to express itself in any other way that what he saw as negative. That ties back into seeing himself as destructive no matter what, as well. he sees this ability as negative no matter what, regardless of what he does with it. I will admit that his panicked slippery slope reasoning does irk me a little, like he gives his mom way too much credit (in my opinion) for what she could've done to him. She did two very broad things, hitting him with light and dark at the same time and he somehow thinks it has the precision for her to accurately make a super specific ability?? He's out here like "oh no she's made it so I can predict people's abilities and force them to manifest so she can take advantage of the entire population and she has this whole plan with that specific ability as the key." Like...no. I do not believe that for a single second, Keefe.

On the one hand he was panicking and it was really easy to see these wildly impossible things as conceivable, but on the other hand he really went out there. This is a personal grievance though

but back to the original topic!! I think Keefe would be a fascinating character to have as a healer for a variety of reasons, so thanks for bringing up the topic again! there's so many different avenues to explore !!

[moonlit-imagines]

Keep Your Cool

Charles Xavier x student!reader (platonic)

warnings: anxiety/panic attacks

a/n: ty anon, you’re so sweet! did do a few minor changes that would keep charles true to his character but thats about it!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! I’m so glad your back and I hope you’ve had a great break! Can I request a Charles Xavier x student!Reader (platonic)

Charles meets this new troubled mutant teen with ice powers. They’re totally new to the school and isn’t so happy about being there. They are always pretty talkative or more like nervous chattering and isn’t doing what they’re supposed to on lessons like being absent, sleeping or talking which leads to them being sent to Charles office a lot. This time Charles can’t help but snap at them for not taking things seriously and he accidentally triggers a little panic attack which Charles notice and he tries his best to help them calm down. Later on they tell him about them having bad anxiety. He feels really bad for not noticing and tries to help the reader the best he can. A little angsty fluff?

This type of anxiety isn’t really represented that much and I think it would be good for people to know that you don’t have to be extremely introverted to have anxiety. BUT if you don’t feel like writing this I support that. I wouldn’t want you to do something you don’t wanna do. Sending all my love!😘 also don’t be shy if you wanna change something!”

“Come in!” Professor Xavier announced from behind his desk after hearing a pound on the door. Lo and behold, it was you who walked through the door. “Mx. l/n, what a surprise,” he sarcastically remarked, “what seems to be the trouble this time?”

“Well, you see, Prof,” you began while pulling up a chair and ignoring the disappointed expression on Charles’ face, “I was just so, so nervous about finals that I was tossing and turning the whole night, you know? So I got like, zero sleep, no biggie.” The Professor intently listened with his elbows propped onto the oak finished desk, fingers pressed together. “A kid needs their sleep, and how could I get any if I was like, super focused on finals? I think I should be rewarded for how dedicated I am, just saying.”

“Go on...” Charles could feel your emotions through your presence, there was a suppression of emotions from within you, but oddly enough, your mutation had been a huge help at hiding things from nosy telepaths. Seriously, you thought the ice was cool, but hiding your feelings and thoughts from someone as powerful as that was next level. It did have some downsides, though.

“Right, so,” you shifted to an improper posture and scratched the crown of your head, “I actually took a little catnap myself ‘while the lesson was in progress.’” Your air quotes were a direct mockery of your teacher, which only irked the headmaster a bit more that he already was now that he’d visited with you three times this week.

“You do realize that finals aren’t for another four months, y/n?” Professor Xavier pointed out a fact that you were well aware of, but the excuse was worth a shot.

“Can never be too prepared.” You shrugged, signifying your absolute carelessness for being a deviant student in a school that did nothing but accommodate for all your needs...well, almost all of them.

“Enough is enough, y/n!” Charles snapped, rubbing his fingers along his temples as he tried to bare with this situation that made him think his mind was playing tricks on him. Were his problems replaying? “I am growing tired of your excuses, this school was an opportunity for you and you’re so close to blowing it for yourself. Is that what you want?” As the Professor continued his rant, the temperature felt as if it’d dropped a by a few degrees.

You sat in your seat, knees now pressed against your chest as you gave Charles a menacing stare, unable to speak or reply to the Professor. Ice was beginning to glaze over the windows of his office, freezing them shut. The door was a no-go as well, no one could move that handle if they tried.

“Y/N?” An expression of concern surfaced on Charles’ face as he sat up and tried to assess the situation. “Y/N, are you alright?” You shook your head in response and noticed some ice crystals forming on yourself, some had been weighing your eyelashes down while others were poking off your arms. Defense mechanism or just a “fun” little reaction to panic?

You were observing the effects of this panic attack only with a swivel of your eyes, not any more movement than that. The Professor was still asking you questions, but you’d tuned him out entirely. He could wait for you, he’d have to.

Despite the room now about twenty degrees cooler, you were feeling quite toasty. And you were thinking about five minutes into the future. What do I do when this is over? Do I have to explain myself? How the hell am I getting out of here? Should I stop? Can I stop? What if I—

You felt a hand carefully rest itself on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but jump. “Could you take a deep breath for me?” Charles asked with more compassion in his eyes, seems that he’s realized his mistake by now. You did happen to struggle with his request for a moment, but catching your breath did eventually happen. It did take a few extra tries to control, though. Soon, you were able to stop the spread of any more ice that could prove an inconvenience.

“Panic attack.” You admitted without being asked.

“I gathered.” Professor Xavier was stationary beside you, you may have frozen his chair to the floor. “I apologize for triggering one, I’m not used to being unable to sense someone’s emotions. I would have known were to stop or how to go about that much better if...”

“If it wasn’t for my mutation?” You finished the sentence he stopped because he thought it sounded selfish, like he was placing the blame on you.

“Precisely.” Charles took a deep breath and you decided that you should do the same. The two of you sat in silence as you surveyed all the exits and realized you were in a new predicament. “I don’t suppose you can unfreeze things, can you?”

“That I cannot.” You picked at some of the eyelash icicles and flicked them away. “Any students with a warmer mutation?” You suggested with an apologetic smile.

“I’ll call Doctor McCoy.” The Professor grabbed his wheels and realized that he would not be going anywhere anytime soon. “Y/N?”

“Professor?”

“Could you dial Dr. McCoy’s lab for me? Nine-six-three.” He instructed as you reached over the desk in compliance. The speaker rang a few times and another voice was finally heard on the other side.

“Dr. McCoy! Hi, it’s y/n, your favorite kid on campus,” you greeted, peering over to Charles who was silently urging you to get to the point, “yeah, me and the Prof seem to be in...a predicament. You got like, a heat lamp or something. Maybe Scott Summers? Cool, cool. Yeah, I did! Impressive, I know. Yeah, okay, see you in a few. Or like, an hour. But we will hear you from the other side of the door! Okie doke, bye!” By the time you’d finished your conversation, Charles couldn’t help but smirk at how you handled the after-effects of your situation.

“Well, it seems we have some free time,” Professor X. pointed out, “would you care to tell me a bit more about your anxiety? If you’re comfortable, that is...”

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