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kyufessions · 1 year ago

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sweetheart

synopsis: your annoying neighbor bothers you yet again

pairings: neighbor! eric x afab! reader

genre: smut, 18+

request: “open your mouth” + “why so shy?”

word count: 2.2k

warnings: spitting, oral (f. receiving), making out, playful teasing, pet name (sweet heart), lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: i’m writing this half asleep so it’s not proofread whatsoever,, oopsies

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @haechansbbg

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

Only if everyone knew. Only if everyone knew that the boy next door you always swore annoyed you to your very core since you had first moved in over ten years ago, would meet you in your old tree house that stood between both of your houses at ungodly hours. With what started as another night wanting to get away from one of your family’s parties, turned into heated makeout sessions that led to what anyone would imagine.

Throughout the years, your father had been kind enough to re-do the treehouse. Seeing as you still adored it, he re-vamped it to make it seem more private and to your liking since you were now in your early 20’s. There was even a small makeshift door and small windows with curtains that you often kept closed- it was your favorite place to get away from madness when your room wasn’t cutting it. That was- until one spring night.

You had been in your treehouse reading a new novel you had bought at your local barnes and nobles, your lamp on and one of curtains slightly open to enjoy the slight breeze. Tonight your parents had some guests over from work, their conversations and jazzy background music being too loud for your liking. So you quietly made your way to your treehouse and enjoying your time alone until you heard some rocks being thrown at the door. Groaning, you ignored the disturbance. You knew exactly who it was and you did not want to deal with him tonight. One more rock, two, even three more were thrown. Thats when you stood up and fully opened up the half drawn curtain, looking down to see the annoying boy next door.

He stood there with his devilish grin, wearing a white tank and his baseball varsity jacket from the college he attended. He waved hello as soon as he saw you looking down at him, catching a glimpse of you from the limited lighting. “What do you want eric?” you shouted down, making sure your voice was only able to be heard between you both and not to disrupt what was happening inside your home.

He shrugged, his grin never fading. “I’m bored.” as you rolled your eyes and started to pull back down the curtain, he yelled back out to you. “Wait!”

You shushed him right away, his voice too loud for your liking. As you motion for him to come up the wooden ladder, he does as instructed and you watch as he climbs up halfway before you stop him with your words. “What do you want?” you ask again, annoyance stringing through your voice.

His lips form another shit eating grin. “I’m bored and saw the light on.”

“Find someone else to bother.” you start to close the door but see his hand stop it from closing.

Before you can begin to speak up again, eric decides to first. “Come on, i’ll stay in the corner and let you do your own thing. I won’t bother you. I just don’t want to be in my house right now and am grounded from using my car.”

“Is no an option?” you ask him with a puff. With a swift shake of his head, you open the door fully and allow him inside.

He looks around in amazement at the fairy lights and overall set up, noticing how you plop back on the mini couch you have set up in the corner. His eyes scan over a small drawer with a chipped paint job, old drawings and paintings hanging throughout that’s barely holding on with tape and some nails. There are some obvious new items hanging about and some older ones, and he quietly takes note of that as he walks around to inspect. As he does so, you occasionally glance at him to make sure hes not touching anything he isn’t supposed to. After a little more snooping, he takes a seat on the floor and starts aimlessly scrolling through his phone while you continue to read your novel.

Minutes pass in pure silence- nothing but the occasional hoot from a faraway owl and the distanced sound of jazz music from your home below. That was, until eric opened tiktok. His volume was louder than necessary, his laughter echoing in your ears. You try to continue your reading, trying to be the nice guy. But it felt as if each tiktok he watched just made him laugh harder than the last. You make a mental note of the page you stop on before closing your book and looking over at him, your face blank with irritation.

“If you’re going to be in here, can you at least quiet down? I’m trying to read my book.” your eyes finally meet and he just chuckles, getting up off the floor and walking over towards you.

“What’re you reading anyway?”

You clear your throat before speaking as he inches closer, trying to keep your book close to hide it from him. “None of your business, just please keep it down.”

Eric notices you trying to keep the book from him and as he steps closer he tries reaching for it but failing as you hold it closer to you. He scoffs, trying to reach for it again. “Why so shy about it, huh?” his tone is playful, his eyes beaming with curiosity as he tries to sneak a peek of the cover. You try moving your body to hide it from him but as you’re squirming, he snatches up the book and examines the cover. A small laugh leaves his lips as he notices the explicit cover, your face turning a slight shade of pink as he then reads the first page that started off juicy. When he looks down at you, your cheeks are now red and your eyes wide. “This is the shit you read?”

You stand up and grab the book back from his hands, or at least attempt to before he raises it above your head with a smirk. The height difference between you both wasn’t much, but the fact he was also wearing grey sweats right now didn’t really help the burning sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. To say eric was ugly would be the biggest lie- you actually found him quite attractive. He was just annoying and pestered you often, but he was quite handsome. As his hand was held above you, your book in his hand, you can notice his peaking bicep from under his varsity jacket.

Your silence and wandering eyes failed you as eric took note of this. “Checking me out, huh?”

As you're snapped out of your daze by his words, you jump up and grab the book from his hand successfully and try to move around him to leave but fail. Although your treehouse is spacious, it’s not the biggest either. So now you’re backed into a corner by the hot annoying neighbor who just found out you read smut. Cool. you just sit down on the small couch, puffing in annoyance in an attempt to hide how flustered you’ve become.

“No i’m not.”

His index and middle finger tap the right side of your cheek, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your red cheeks say otherwise, sweetheart.”

Normally you'd swat away his hand, but as you looked in his eyes you felt the air catch in your throat. You felt as if time had stopped due to the close proximity you both were in. the little nickname that normally bothered you made your stomach churn with butterflies, your hands gripping your book tighter.

you tried to hide it once more, trying to keep your tone high and mighty. “don’t call me sweetheart.”

“then try to act like you don’t like it and maybe i will.” eric then squats so he’s now eye level with you, his fingers tracing from your cheek all the way down your neck and to your shoulder ever so gracefully as he does so. your eyes just watch him, unsure of what this feeling is that’s come over you. his head tilts, his face amused by this. “does mommy and daddy know you read smut all up here by yourself?”

eric had always seen you as this goody-two-shoes; mommy and daddy’s most prized possession who always got fantastic grades and went to one of the best colleges the states had to offer. throughout the past ten years, he had always seen you achieve the highest possible grades with honors just to seek your parents approval. never brought over a guy, your nose always buried in a book whether it be for your studies or for fun. he also noticed how your hair never failed to be done perfectly, different colored bows or hair accessories to match your dress or skirt. you always had to present the world with this perfect image of you, and he was just so curious to get to know you deeper than this facade you try to sell everyone you come across.

he watches you shake your head, no words being spoken as you seem choked up. your eyes sparkle under the dimly lit fairy lights as they glare at him, causing him to chuckle lowly yet again. “what if they found out?”

“don’t you fucking dare eric sohn-“

“ah ah,” he slips the book from your hands, placing it beside you. “why don’t we put page one to the test?”

your eyes widen, eyebrows raising. “e-excuse me?”

eric slips off his varsity jacket, tossing it on top of your book. “i skimmed the page over. doesn’t ellen get eaten out, or am i mistaken?” you’re left speechless, yet your face continues to redden all over. eric has thought about this for years but never thought this day would come, only in his wildest of dreams.

eric stands up a little bit to hover over you, lifting your chin and leaning down to rest his forehead against yours as he stares deeply into your eyes. his hair is messy, probably from the baseball practice he had earlier in the day. your lips are inches from his, yet not a word can be spoken as you’re just in shock.

“all you have to do is tell me to stop and i will.” is all eric whispers before placing his lips on yours.

both of your lips move in sync with one another, his fitting perfectly on yours. his hand moves from your shoulder to your cheek, his entire palm cupping it and his fingers placing themselves on the nape of your neck. his touch sends shivers down your spine, his fingertips delicate and careful. his other hand moves to your left thigh, starting to spread it apart from your right one. but you don’t stop him, something within you tells you to allow him. as he bites down on your bottom lip, his hand on your thigh travels to the inner part and stops near your panties. his fingertips graze your folds, the lace material feeling good against his skin.

the sound of your whimper against his lips makes his blood rush, separating his lips from yours. for a few moments he just stares down at you, taking in the view of your wide innocent eyes and puffy pink lips. “fuck you’re so pretty, you know that?”

eric then gets on his knees in front of you, and you watch as he slips off your white silk pleated skirt and stare at your pussy in awe. “all wet for me already, sweetheart?” you bite your lower lip as you watch him, arching your back against the wall at the nickname.

his fingers push the fabric aside, the fingertips grading your folds ever so slightly to take in the beauty for a second. he grins up at you before slipping in one finger, earning a gasp from you. eric starts slow, pumping in and out of you teasingly. he just stares up at you the whole time, taking in the beauty of your reactions. he watches your hand involuntarily reach for his hair, tugging on it once he picks up the pace out of satisfaction. you let out quiet moans as he slips in a second finger, not wanting anyone to potentially hear anything happening up in the treehouse.

after a few moments of his second finger, he puts his mouth to your clit. with this sudden movement you throw your head back, starting to grind against his face. eric takes in every movement you make, enjoying how you use him for your advantage to release. his fingers continue pumping in and out of you at a consistent pace, his tongue occasionally moving in and out of your hole as his lips continue to satisfy you. as your breathing pattern picks up and your legs begin shaking, he knew it was only a few seconds before you climaxed.

once you did, you let out a loud moan and eric took in every juice you offered to him. he begins licking you up, cleaning you up the only way he’s currently able to. he then leans up, grabbing you by the cheek and staring down at your tired face.

“open your mouth, baby.” he murmurs. you do as instructed, allowing him to spit in your mouth. you watch him through half-lidded eyes, smirking as you take in the taste he offers you.

and that’s the night where it all started, your friends with benefits relationship with your annoying neighbor.

#kyufessions the boyz #the boyz #the boyz eric #eric sohn #tbz eric #tbz smut #the boyz smut #eric smut #eric sohn smut #🌙 completed requests

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rdbrainz · 1 year ago

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Man… whatever… cyberpunk AU stuff inspired by the Future Society summons in BBS + a Franceska/Di Roy piece just because I can, duh!

Loose translation: 1) "Outdated models are dearer to me than any software that connects to the chip with no problem whatsoever"; 2) Nnoitra: Army prosthetics from god knows where. The eye implant is barely working and the only thing he uses in it is a built-in light. Nnoitra hardly has any money to fix it so he's left to deal with terrible migraines. Ulquiorra: High-quality rewired brain chip with a hack safety + an outdated old-fashioned prosthetic and both have to be connected by a cable for netrunning purposes. Because "It was very popular back when I was a kid…" So basically nostalgia. Grimmjow: Absolute dogshit prosthetics since he is a victim of the poorly installed and maintained implants in the lower class. Bazz-B: Got one of the most expensive and advanced prosthetics with a sensor that reads texture and temperature information for free. Modified it with a naked chick drawing to Jugram's chagrin since he's the one who bought it (and also chopped his arm off).

#let me know if you're interested in seeing more 😪#bleach #bleach fanart #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ulquiorra cifer #bazz-b #bazz b #di roy rinker #franceska mila rose #nnoitra gilga #arrancar

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marks-bby · 2 years ago

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can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza

U LUV ME | with 42!miles

— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ? i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭 ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever

“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.

“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.

you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”

you turn your head, looking at the clock.

it read 9:45.

shittt.

“get out so i can get dressed.”

*time skip*

you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”

you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.

“i miss you.”

“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.

“i want—”

“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”

“you.”

you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”

after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.

*time skip to the next day*

the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.

your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.

until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.

[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?

[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.

i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.

answer me hoe😡

you quickly unlock your phone,

“tf r u talking abt?”

he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it

your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.

this motherfucker is really delusional.

“we never got back together. tf is he on?”

you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.

you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”

you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not understand? we ain’t together. end of story.”

he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.

“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“i’m yours.”

you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.

“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.

“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales #prowler miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #atsv #atsv x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fanfiction

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nightmare-of-09 · 14 days ago

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um hiii can I hear some headcanons for Crispin and Kelly plss they're my favs (is it normal that I love them WAY more than nicole and jecka) 🙏😭

btw we've interacted on tiktok b4 :3

OMG YEAH YEAH WE HAVE :3

AND LOWKEY SAME I LOVE CRISPIN AND KELLY TOO

🛹Crispin Headcanons🛹

-99% of the time he's high out of his mind

-Best friends with Kyle

-His phone is never charged, he always be asking people for a charger and shii

-Listens to Green Day and Evanescence thinking he's deep and chill (he's really not)

-Has a bass which he can't play whatsoever, max he could do is strum the cords to make a crappy melody

-Occasionally steals from gas stations

-One time he committed property damage which is why he has a warrant

-Can't for the life of him get into a relationship, but if he did he'd treat his partner like royalty (despite being broke as shit

-Smells like corn chips and weed

-Once frosted his tips by himself and now his hair is hella damaged and dry

-Skateboards down the school hallway even though Ms. Lynn constantly sends him to detention for it

-Barely gets any sleep, so he spends most of his time in class passed out

🌺Kelly headcanons🌺

-She's definitely pansexual, but since she doesn't know what that is she just calls herself "half gay"

-Always throws the best parties, having top shelf liquor

-Likes blink-182 and Fergie

-Loves Ryan Gosling movies

-Very spoiled but is also very sweet (sometimes)

-Dated Kylar in middle school

-Resells vintage clothing and handbags

-A bit ditzy

-Always has the latest fashions and technology

-Her parents are always out on vacation so she enjoys the house to herself

-Loves 7/11 slupees

-Refuses to go to college

-Definitely a zebra pattern kind of girl

-Would marry a rich old guy in a heartbeat

-Only drinks, doesn't enjoy doing drugs

#class of 09 #co09 #co09 crispin #co09 kelly #headcanon

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silverstormsxx · 8 months ago

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An Angel Is Born - A Deltarune Fic

Part 2 of "A Warm Cup Of Tea On A Cold Winter Night"

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Pink had begun getting really into The Light World recently.

They had been reading about the clouds, the sun, the sky.

It wasn't for any particular reason, mind you - they simply found themselves getting a little.. curious all of a sudden, that was all.

(That was the same thing he said before.. before-)

In their studies, they had discovered something that truly fascinated them.

The Lightners worshipped a deity - The Angel. The same way Darkners worshipped Lightners.

"What in Light's name could possibly be above.. well, a Lightner?" They had thought.

Thus, they had done more research into the subject, and well..

What they had found was wonderful.

The Angel was incomprehensible to any eye - Lightner, Darkner, Human, Monster.. no mortal eye could ever truly understand it. The Angel watched over them all in it's omnipresent eye, guiding them to whatever destinies it believed best for them. It had the ability to control the very fate of everybody that existed in this plane of reality. Those who were lucky enough to be shone on by it's light, were rumored to be blessed with powers and abilities that would allow them to shape their own destinies, as well!

It was while they were reading about this absolutely glorious being they were visited by none other than Blue.

"Heya, Pink." Blue greeted, his cheerful voice just barely managing to hide the pure exhaustion in his tone, something only an Addison would ever be able to recognize. He glanced towards their storefront as he leaned on their cash register, "Business slow today?"

"No!" They yelled out on instinct.

'I am not like him whatsoever I am not like him whatsoever I am not like him whatsoever-'

"Pink..?" Blue had put his hand on their shoulder, a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay? Do you want to clock out early today-"

They cleared their throat, putting on a deceptively calm voice in order to soothe Blue's nerves, "Don't worry. I'm.. I'm fine. It's just been a bit of a.. stressful day, that's all."

Blue's face looked emphatic as he walked up to stand beside them, "It's okay to admit that you're not okay sometimes, you know that right?" He giggled, "We're family. And family is always there for eachother. No matter what. If you want, I can.."

Pink found themselves spacing out as Blue talked about what has could do to make them feel better. After the.. incident, he had been focusing more on making sure no one's feelings were ignored. They didn't do it on purpose, mind you. It was certainly a sweet gesture that Blue was willing to do for them, but-

❤ Iceshock.

There it was. That.. voice again.

They had been hearing it every day these past few weeks, trying to get them to examine random things more closely, to talk to people they didn't even know the names of. They were beginning to sick of its apparent omnipresence over-

... Wait a minute.

❤ Iceshock.

"Maybe I could even get Orange to chip in, if he's not too busy with that new commission he was talking about earlier- Pink?"

'The Angel watched over them all with its omnipresent eye, guiding them to whatever destinies it believed best for them...'

❤ Iceshock.

"Pink, are you okay..? Do I need to call somebody-"

❤ Iceshock.

...

"P-Pink, what are you doing-"

...

They awoke to the sight of an ice sculpture right next to them, miraculously not melted in the heat of their store.

"Oh? How nice of somebody to gift me this.." They murmured tiredly as they began to drag the statue into the backroom of their shop, "Was it Blue? He always did like giving gifts.. I'll have to thank him for it in the morning.."

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Extra notes:

Totally unrelated but every time i write pink I picture them having the voice of rarity from mlp:fim

Also yeah. 'Player is the angel' theory is canon in this.

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justcruisingaroundrevived · 4 months ago

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My First Kiss went a Little like this <3

Summary: Bill and Julie force themselves to see the latest superhero movie with each other. Things escalate quickly...

Word count: 1.5k

TW/CW: Misogyny, fatphobia, gross descriptions of kissing, fluff

A/N: Really thought "Bill would be an overachiever if he had his first kiss" and then never looked back.

Reblogs are appreciated <3

“C’mon, Jenny! You know how long we’ve been waiting to make fun of the new Major Violence sequel?!”

Midnight. Outside of the Alamo Drafthouse. Pacing back and forth while my sister tells me the terrible news; she won’t be coming with me to see Major Violence 2: The More, The Merrier.

“Listen, I know, Julie, but 7-11 called me cause Isabella threw up all over herself the first 10 minutes of her shift.”

“Yeah, because she probably snuck her way into the Frat house next door to hers and got drunk.”

“True.”

“I mean, who else am I supposed to match with the image of the first issue?!”

“Maybe someone at the theatre. Or, you know, your little crush on-“

Click. Didn’t need to hear that from her.

Pacing around the front of the theater, I avoided making eye contact with the person in the front.

“This is bullshit…I don’t even like the films, I just wore the shirt to fit in. God, I’m so fucking-“

“STUPID! Josh, I KNEW your mom’s cooking would’ve gotten you sick, but NOOOO! ‘It’s the principle, Bill!’ Principles, my ass! Now I have to watch the greatest sequel of all time alone! And another thing-“

He stopped in his tracks once he saw me. I did the same thing. Both wearing identical shirts, we eyed each other up and down, not letting the horror sink in that we were seeing the same film.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I can ask you the same question.” He sneered.

“I was supposed to see it with my sister, but she had to back out because her shitty coworker got sick.”

“Joshzilla got everyone sick from his mom’s stupid cooking. Apparently, he didn’t know the matzoh balls expired 2 months ago, so everyone is now shitting and throwing up in their house! Probably have to go to the hospital because we decided to trust Joshzilla for once!”

“Why do you always insult your friends like that!”

“You do the same thing!”

“I HATE them! You have to at least like your friends, and you clearly don’t!”

“Whatever! Even then, the bigger question is why are you seeing the sequel to a film you, and I quote, ‘overly violent for no reason and had no character arc’, which, by the way, is not true. Major Violence’s heroic sacrifice actually demonstrates how violence is the answer, cause it ended with the world being doomed to Mushroom Man!”

“Mushroom Man was barely even that movie! He was just there for the fanservice and even then, he just said the same lines he always does! It’s like the writers didn’t care about his character arc whatsoever!”

“Are you two lovebirds going to quit it and actually purchase the tickets?!” The attendant yelled.

We both looked at him, then side eyed each other.

“Well….I hate you, you hate me.” I began, “However, being the only people seeing this movie, we should probably see it together.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Bill screeched.

“Listen! It’s either that, or we don’t and awkwardly pretend we don’t exist.”

I can see Bill’s cheeks flush from this. His eyes darted down, up, left right, anywhere but my face. His hands crumpled to a fist as he sighed and took out his wallet. “You better not order the whole menu.”

“I won’t. Just have simple tastes.”

***

The movie, so far, was fine.

Being the only ones at the theatre (can’t blame them. This movie was if shitty CGI the writers of “Scary Movie” had an abortion), the waiters attended to us. I ordered some fish and chips with chocolate chip cookies, with a side of soda. Bill? He basically ordered half of the menu! Popcorn and soda (refilled them twice in a row), a flat pan margarita, sour gummies, AND Mountain Dew. I could’ve sworn the waiter’s mouth dropped when Bill ordered this all at once.

Anyways, I was drowning my Diet Coke while Bill obnoxiously chewed on the last of his popcorn.

“You know, I heard they couldn’t get any of the original comic book writers for the sequel, so they were forced to use the ‘Fantastic Four’ writers.” Bill explained.

“No wonder why this film sucks.”

“No it doesn’t! God dammit, Julie. You don’t understand anything complex! You just care about your shitty Barbie collection and those stupid Barbie movies and care about ‘the power of friendship’ and all that bull crap!”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me! All you girl collectors are the same; caring more about the fashion choices of the film rather than the actual integrity of it! I’ve seen you scour around Toys R Us and ONLY check the dolls section. Don’t you actually care about the acting quality, or just if the dolls will come out pretty?”

I stood up, almost knocking my half full soda and stared daggers at him. “First of all, I care for the integrity of toys because I grew up playing with them. I didn’t just keep them pretty in a box just for the hope I can sell them for a profit, no, I USED THEM! That’s right! I broke them, dunked them in water, dragged them through the dirt the whole shebang!”

“Jeeze, no wonder your taste in collecting sucks!”

“It ‘sucks’ cause I allow myself to enjoy things! I want my Barbie’s, Bratzs, plushies, Strawberry Shortcakes and other girly things to be good! I want Christine Aguilera, Destiny’s Child, Aaliyah, Britney Spears to sound good! I want fashion magazines to actually give me advice, rather than just show me the most popular celebrities! I want actual substance!”

“Can you at least move? Your fame’s blocking the whole movie screen!”

“Maybe I want that!”

“Oh you would like that, huh?! For me to miss out on Major Violence in order to make ME, the biggest Major Violence fan, LOOK BAD! Typical women!”

“Typical man cares more about a stupid superhero movie rather than the actual real life woman in front of him!”

“At least Battle Broad had double Ds!”

“You’re so FRUSTRATING!”

“YOU’RE SUCH A BITCH!”

“I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!”

“SURPRISED YOU CAN EVEN HATE SOMEONE MORE THAN YOURSELF!”

Heaving. Both of us were heaving from this intense argument. I watch as his chest rises up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Sweat oozing from his face down to his neck (sheesh. I thought I sweated more).

This was it. The moment where I define him and walk out of the theatre, tell my friends that I defeated Bill Dickey once and for all, and get my just desserts.

I couldn’t stop myself though. I grabbed onto his face; his acne scared, sweaty, oily face. Angled it towards my lips, and essentially smashed them into his own.

I can feel how chapped and bitten they are (same with mine) and let my lips try and contour themselves with his own (thank you, Cosmogirl)! I felt Bill’s stillness, before he immediately grabbed my head and pulled me closer.

Wait, he’s liking this?!

His tongue eagerly tried to explore mine, but all it really did was lick the top rows of my bottom and top teeth. I didn’t even seem to notice, as I was more focused on climbing onto his lap, but the Alamo seats made it impossible to do so honestly. So, I was stuck leaning up on him on my tippy toes.

What was this moment? Never seen this in movies, though the excuse could be the enemies usually only kissed at the end, signifying that their love for each other was more important than their core rivalry. With Bill? I still hate him, but even that’s a harsh statement. At that moment, all I really knew was the movie’s about to end, and the waiters’ going to catch us locking lips with each other.

When I tried pulling back, I was instead met with Bill guiding me to the seat itself. My legs are trying to cowboy him. With light protesting, I was on his lap.

…HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK?!

What is Bill doing?! I KNOW the only times he’s me seen a woman making out was in Pornhub, WHY THE FUCK WAS HE PUTTING MY FULL WEIGHT ON HIM??

Was the kissing THAT good? I trust Cosmogirl with my advice, but THIS?! This would be considered second base, that’s REGULAR Cosmopolitan! Still, I’m enjoying the kiss, despite how amateurish he is. I hugged him, letting him get closer and closer to me. Oh god, I can stay in this moment forever…

…or at least, until the waiter flashes his lights on us.

“You know, I didn’t believe the attendant when he said you two were love birds-“

Bill shoved me off him, and I balanced myself and walked over to outside of the theatre. Could hear the waiter laughing his ass off as well.

When Bill came out, his whole face was redder than a tomato. His head was down, picking at the cardigan.

“This never happened, agree?”

“Capiche.”

“Good.”

He walked right past me and into the men’s restroom, leaving me wondering about what was the movie even about?

#eltingville bill #eltingville club #eltingville oc #the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #bill dickey x oc #bill dickey #yumeship #oc × canon #self shipping

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idontplaytrack · 3 months ago

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Fluffy is staying(on that chair outside)

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, age regression

Rough rehearsal after rehearsal pushes Lilette over the edge one weekend

- w.c.: 3k

The school day was pretty good, but rehearsals? That was when a series of unfortunate events occurred. First, Lilette’s costume went missing. Then, the professor in charge of the drama club and the musical was yelling at the lighting team for not being able to get it right. After that, things went smoothly. But after having to redo a scene from the top at least a handful of times because of an inattentive scene partner, Lilette tripped over her own feet and got yelled at. You could tell she was pissed off, it wasn’t her fault.

Her being pissed off worked in her favour all throughout rehearsal. It helped her stay in character easily, since that was what was needed. Four hours later, the bunch of you were finally dismissed. It was almost eight in the evening. Lilette hasn’t spoken to you in a complete sentence since leaving school grounds. All her replies have been brief.

When you stopped driving at a red light, you asked, “Do you want me to stop somewhere so we can eat? Or buy something home? It’s been a couple hours since we ate, and you’ve done a lot of work.”

“No. Tired, I just wanna go home.”

“I’ll make us something when we get home, you just take a nap, okay?”

Lilette nodded, giving you a subtle smile. You leaned over to give her a quick smooch on the cheek right before the light turned green. She was quiet the rest of the ride, and you thought it was because of the long day. But it wasn’t just that, because once you two got home, she immediately rushed to get comfy in her crate and just shut herself in there.

She was regressed. This was the main way she lets you know. The crate replicated the security she felt when she hid in the closet in her room whenever her parents used to fight. Lilette had a pile of comfy pillows, fuzzy blankets and some plushies in the crate. She usually just…became one with the squishy pile and kind of zoned out until she felt nice and calm again to talk to you whatsoever. While starting dinner in the kitchen, you casted occasional glances over in her direction to make sure she was fine.

Dinner was quick and easy to make: Pulled chicken and cheese quesadillas with some edamame and animal crackers on the side for Lilette, put nicely in her favourite divider plate. For you, you ate the same, just sans the animal crackers. You replaced those with some pita chips. You laid the table then walked up to her little corner in the living area. She seemed to be focused on a specific thing now rather than staring blankly. You noticed a smile tugging at her lips that got brighter and brighter, until the pacifier practically flew out of her mouth. “y/n!” She gave you a toothy smile, doing grabby hands.

You confidently opened the crate’s door and she came out from there. “Hi, baby.” You held her cheek in your hand, thumb gently brushing over it.

“Hi.” Lilette smiled adorably, eyes wide and looking right at you. God, your heart was melting.

“Ready for dinner?” You asked with a chuckle.

She nodded softly, ”Hungy.”

“Glad to hear that.” You ruffled with her hair as she slid into a chair at the table. You sat opposite her, watching her take a look at the food while picking up her fork. But then she put it back down and used her hands. Not without looking at you like she was trying to decipher something.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You asked.

“Can I use my hands to eat the—”

“Of course you can, Lil. Silly me, you don’t need a fork to eat the quesadillas.” You laughed.

“Okay.” The expression on her face relaxed, then she proceeded to eat contently.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“Yes, please.” She answered in a quiet voice, “Strawberry milk?”

“Sure, baby. One second.” You got up to pour some for her in a sippy cup.

“Thank you.” You could barely hear her voice. She took it from you with both hands and took a sip. You slid back into her chair, happy just to watch her eat. But of course, you had to finish up your own food too.

After dinner, she insisted on helping you wash the dishes so you supervised her while she washed up her own. Then, you quickly cleaned up yours and went to keep her company. But all she wanted to do? Was nothing. Lilette just grabbed her sippy cup, now filled with water, and went back into her crate. She usually likes to be left alone, or cling to you entirely. There was no in between. “I’m gonna go take a shower, will you be good and just stay right here?” At least the crate door was open now.

She nodded silently, a fuzzy blanket draped over her head, barely covering her eyes. Casting one last glance over your shoulder, you saw her grab a board book to look at the pictures. In the meantime, you took a shower to freshen up after a tiring day. She had her way of dealing with one, and you had yours. Well, hers was more of a coping mechanism, a way for her to deal with life’s problems as she saw fit after a childhood and teen years of chaos— to put it lightly. Her mom really was…something.

When you were done with your shower, you saw that the living room lights were switched off. The space was now only illuminated by the soft glow coming from Lilette’s fairy lights wrapped around the sides of the crate. The blanket was still covering her eyes, she’d fallen asleep and you didn’t have the heart to wake her up. But somehow, it was like she’d sensed that you were there and woke up a few seconds later.

You blinked, slightly shocked, “Hey. Did you turn the lights off?”

She nodded, eyes barely open, “Bedtime?”

“Yes, honey.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Come on, let’s go get ready for bed.” You walked hand in hand with her to the bedroom, and once her head hit the bed, she was out again. You thought it was unusual, but went ahead to do your own nighttime routine before crawling into bed with her. After making sure she was properly covered with the blanket, then you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.

Your sleep was restless and for good reason. You jerked awake to what sounded like a scream. Panicking, you looked around and saw Lilette who was next to you, with her pillow over her face. You took it off quickly, asking, “Baby, what are you doing?”

Lilette whined, rubbing the bottom of her palm against her forehead. “Does your head hurt?” You asked, glancing at the clock on your nightstand. 1am. It’s been a few hours since you two got to bed. How long has she been up?

“I’m gonna go to the kitchen to grab some things, okay?”

She pouted, eyes teary as she did grabby hands. “Baby, I’ll just be a minute. I promise. Sit here, close your eyes.” She watched you leave, and you made sure to be quick. Every bit of sleepiness now gone from your body. You sighed, opening up the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and grabbing the box of Aleve. Padding over to the kitchen, you took out a cup of yogurt from the fridge and some pretzels from the pantry. Not forgetting a cup of water, you put all that onto a tray and took it back to the room with you.

Lilette was both happy and relieved to see you return as you had promised, but she hated that you brought medicine. She hated medicine.

“You have to take it, baby. You’re not feeling well.”

What surprised you, was that she just nodded. She’d usually put up a fight, not literally. But she’d refuse to take it.

“Have some yogurt, then take the medicine, yeah?” You peeled the top of the yogurt and stirred it before holding a spoonful up to her lips. She just ate it, in silence. Half of it was gone before you plopped the pill onto the goop and fed it to her. “Do you want some pretzels?”

Lilette just shook her head no. “Drink some water.” You handed her the cup. “Rinse out your mouth too, baby. C’mon.” You nudged, then helped her up and to the bathroom. She was barely awake and relying on you to be standing.

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Somehow, you got her back into bed. Then she stared at you, and did grabby hands. “Can you hold me?” She mumbled. You squinted, feeling her forehead with the back of your hand. She was a little warm, but not too concerning since she already had the medication in her system. “Hold me?”

“Shh.” You rubbed her back, calming her down before she got upset, “Of course, sweetie.”

“Can you hold Fluffy too?”

You blinked, “Fluffy? Sure. I’ll go get her.” You left the room again, this time to grab her stuffed unicorn. It was quite large. She’d always lay on it.

“Here you go.” You set it down next to her. Lilette smiled appreciatively. You urged her to lay on you, which she immediately did. So now, you were going to be sleeping sitting up while she laid on you, head on your chest and kind of straddling you. Lilette was barely holding onto Fluffy with one hand, her eyes promptly drooping shut feeling you massage her head soothingly.

“Thank you.” Lilette said groggily right before she drifted off to sleep. Soon, her hand had let go off the stuffed animal but you just left it right next to her. While she slept, your hand doesn’t stop its motion. It seemed to be relaxing her even more, so you kept at it. Not like you could actually fall asleep now, right?

Eventually, you got bored and started humming while you tied her hair in braids. Well, whatever you could reach while she was laying on you like this. She looked adorable. You remember growing sleepier and sleepier after what must’ve been an hour later and falling asleep while rubbing her back(she’d whine the second you stopped, too).

However, your sleep was very broken up as you knew you had to check on her regularly to make sure the temperature didn’t spike up even with the medication. When you woke up, she was thankfully still asleep. Though, the sun had barely risen. You also really had to use the bathroom so you were figuring out how to move her onto the mattress without her waking up. Needless to say, given her being sick, she was honestly harder to wake up. But if she didn’t feel your touch, she didn’t like it.

You tried to just slide away from beneath her, but you failed. She woke up. Lilette giggled sleepily, “Hi.”

“Hi, hun.” You pat her head gently, “Feeling better?”

She nodded, shifting herself so her chin rested on your shoulder instead. You rubbed her back and kissed her on the cheek. “You okay to get off me for a minute so I can pee?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Okay.” Another nod, then she rolled herself off you and landed on the mattress, laughing. You tickled her tummy and smiled. She grabbed your hand for a moment then her eyes were searching for Fluffy. “I’ll be right back.”

You did what you had to do and got back to her. She was now using Fluffy as a pillow, as expected. “Oookay, shall we do some breakfast?”

“I want eggsssss.” She gasped. “With cheeese?”

You bit back a laugh and immediately failed, “Sure. Do you want anything else?”

“Toast?” She hummed in thought then gave you a toothy grin.

You felt her forehead instinctively, thank goodness the fever was gone. “Let’s go make some eggs and toast.”

She shook her head.

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“I stay here.” She sulked.

“Sure, you can stay here with Fluffy.” You nodded, “That’s okay. Do you wanna watch something on the iPad?” She doesn’t respond, but takes it from you when you held it out. “If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen, hm?”

“Okay.” She answered in that usual quiet voice of hers.

You immediately got to work, pulling out four slices of bread from the bag and putting in in the toaster, then cracked a few eggs into a bowl to beat them up and oiling the pan with some butter. Once heated up enough you poured whatever was in the bowl into the pan, it sizzled. You watched the liquidy egg bubble and harden just enough before you scrambled it up and tossed a general sprinkle of shredded cheese into it.

And then it hit you, the sound of her show on the iPad was no longer heard. Squinting in confusion, you turn off the stove and turned around. The spatula nearly flew out of your hand when you saw Lilette just quietly standing behind you, holding onto Fluffy.

You took a deep breath, and asked, “What’s the matter, baby?”

She pointed to her crate.

“You can go ahead, baby. You don’t have to ask for permission.”

She smiled, then happily ran towards the crate and got inside to relax while you continued making breakfast. Once you turned back around, the first two slices of bread popped up from the toaster. So, you plated those and put in the last two. In the meantime, the eggs went onto plates as well. “Almost done, Lil.” You told her, “Do you want some fruit? Or veggies on the side?”

“Okay.”

“Any specific fruit or vegetable?” You asked with a laugh.

“No.” She giggled. You chose some pineapple chunks for yourself and some strawberries and blueberries for her. As per usual, mealtimes were quiet. Lilette wasn’t much of a talker. But then you heard her snickering before you saw her grabbing a small bunch of blueberries and looking at you. You froze in your seat, swallowing your mouthful of food. Then, you slowly turned to look at her.

“No, Lil. Those are yours.”

“Nooooo. I shareeee.” She pouted dramatically. She held one single berry in between two fingers and right by your lips. You pursed your lips together. “y/nnnn.” Lilette huffed.

“Baby, I have some fruit here too.” You showed her your plate.

“You eat this, I give you a kiss.” She grinned, pushing it against your lips. You opened them just slightly and she pushed the fruit into your mouth. Her finger stayed there a second too long and you jokingly ‘bit’ her with your lips. She gasped.

“Okay, I ate it.” You smiled, “Where’s my kiss?”

“Eatttt.” She was sulking like you hadn’t eaten in a whole day, a second away from shoving whatever was in her hand, into your mouth. You squinted.

“Okay, okay.” You opened your mouth entirely, and she eagerly shoved the rest of what she was holding onto, into your mouth.

“Do you want some pineapple?” You teased.

She squealed, “Nooooo. I have strawberries.”

“Oh, is that why you fed me your blueberries? You don’t like blueberries?”

“I do.” She went quiet, “I want share.”

“Thank you, baby.” You replied, now looking her dead in the eye, “Where’s my kiss?”

Well, then she delivered her promise. She gave you a kiss for every blueberry you ate, and more. Lilette also somehow wound up in your lap. “Hehe.” She was face to face with you, hand playing with your lower lip. You scrunched up your face and she only laughed. Hard.

“No.” You told her.

She kept pulling at your lip and giggling.

“What’s so funny, hm?” You could barely get that question out without cracking a smile, “Can I go wash my face or are you gotten sit here while I try and finish my food?”

She nodded, sliding off your lap and returning to her chair to finish up her own meal. “Thank you for bweakfast.”

“We need a shower after this.” You informed her, “No Fluffy is not going anywhere near the shower.”

“Aw.”

“Don’t give me that look.” You squished her cheeks, “Oh, your face is so sticky.”

“Shower next.” She beamed.

“Absolutely.”

“Can I put Fluffy on a chair?” She asked, “Outside the bathroom?”

Well, anything to stop her from bringing that oversized stuffed animal in the shower and making it wet. “Of course you can.”

“Yay.” She said back quietly, “All done.”

You patted her head, “Good job. I’m just gonna wash these then I’ll help you with the shower, okay, baby?”

After washing the dishes, you went into the room to grab her a towel and a new set of clothes. You then heard her dragging a chair down towards you in the hallway and putting it right outside the bathroom. Satisfied, she set the unicorn plushie down. You laughed to yourself, she was so stinking adorable.

“Alright, sweetie. I got your stuff. You ready?”

“Yes.” She responded, waiting for you in the bathroom. She’d already undressed and put her dirty clothes in the hamper. Lilette also knew her limits and wouldn’t get too cheeky during showers or baths. So, that was done within a half hour. She even let you blow dry her hair afterwards and take a shower yourself.

“Can we snuggle, y/n?” She glanced at you.

“Are you sleepy?” You asked, smile tugging at your lips.

“Noooo. I just want snuggles. Please?”

You sighed, letting out a laugh, “Okay, sweetie.” Putting down the hair dryer, you patted your lap, “Come on.” Lilette climbed onto you, chin resting on your shoulder. She said she wasn’t sleepy, but she would get sleepy when with you after awhile. That’s what happened now, and you just let her doze off. “Fluffyyy.” She whined.

“Right here, honey.” You brought the toy closer, she reached out for it for extra comfort, grabbing onto one of the plush limbs with one hand.

“Can we get some owce cweam later, mama?”

You blinked, in shock at that nickname. A new nickname she had for you that was so special.

“We can.” You rubbed her back and kissed her cheek.

“Pwomise?”

“I promise, Lil. We’ll go for a drive to get some once you wake up from your nap, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded, you could hear the smile. “I nap now.”

“I know, sweetie. Rest up. I love you.”

She giggled softly, “Love you too, mama.”

🏷️Tag list: @arandomeee @ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💭A/N: Things have been…meh. Just trying to do what I can to avoid getting into a rut. So here’s this. Lols.

#auli'i cravalho #lilette suarez #rise nbc #post canon #alternative universe #x reader #reader insert #reader imagine #reader x character #fanfiction #agere comfort #agere fic #cw agere #sfw fiction #sfw wlw #sick fic

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lilliesthings · 3 days ago

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After the dust is settled after a harrowing case Reid and Luke settle into the quiet of Spencer's apartment. They are a brand new couple, nothing beyond a few sweet kisses. But Luke had signed up to watch over Reid after he's had a particularly nasty run in with an unsub. He carries himself as if he's fine but Luke knows there are bruises under the layers of clothes, he can tell Reid can barely raise his arms to sling his bag over his shoulder. He watches Reid nervously buzz around his kitchen offering him tea,hanging his jacket on the rack with a hiss, and munching on a little chocolate chip granola bar offering him one as well. "Spencer, come here. Let's get you ready for bed. You're about to fall over." "I'm, uh, perfectly capable of doing that myself." "I know that. Let me help you." "I don't want to bother-" "You wouldn't be bothering me. Let me. Help you, cariño."

Reid speechless, wordlessly nods and they walk into his bedroom. "I'm not ready to-""We're not going to do anything but hug, and maybe snuggle, as long as it doesn't hurt, and only if that's okay with you." "Oh! Okay."

They walk to Reid's dresser and pull out some pajamas. Luke stands in front of him and begins to unbutton Reid's shirt, watching his pulse jump on his neck and hearing the sharp intake of breath. Looks on reverently as he slips Reid's shirt off his shoulders, kisses Reid's collar bone because it's there. Makes a soft sound at seeing the angry bruises along Reid's side. Runs his fingers over them so tenderly, Reid keeps his gaze on Luke's expressions. No one has ever looked at him this way, certainly not his body. Like it was something worth adoring. And every look and touch Luke gives him is in adoration, and he can't help but try to respond in kind wincing as he raises his arm. Luke stops him by taking his hand and says "Not right now, this is enough." He leans down to untie his shoes feeling Reid's eyes on him, he gazes up and runs a soothing thumb along Reid's ankle. "You okay?" And Reid can't help but flash to the last time someone took off his shoes in a shack many years before. "I will be." "Yes, you will."

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Sent again because tumblr is a goofball. Thanks for previously ignoring my typos! I hope your next Ralvez fic is coming along well I am excited to read it!!! Sweet dreams!

Everything in the universe conspired against me seeing this ask because after the first one not being sent, I just, had no signal whatsoever almost all of yesterday 😭

But at long last I can tell you how I’ve been drinking this up like morning coffee.

Please 😭 fussing around making tea 😭 He totally would, part to distract away from his injuries and especially after s12 arc where I feel like the need to be seen as something else than a burden would be especially strong and in the early days of a brand new relationship too, still feeling like he has something to prove. not knowing exactly where he stands or what Luke expects back and still fresh with insecurities of fucking things up.

But also something something about him being a caretaker for so much of his life. Oh he would so overthink everything and I love that, and now to be at the receiving end of all of this? The collarbone kiss 😭 ? The untying of the shoes being given a new meaning ? chef kiss.

Thank you sm for blessing my inbox ❤️❤️❤️

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lesbica-in-decadenza · 15 days ago

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This is the second time I've run Task Force Investigation with Miyabi, Yanagi, and Astra at Low Intensity 4/15 and I still cant beat the final boss. I usually wipe the fuckin floor with this team, Geppetto and Bringer weren't even close to difficult even on High Ether Intensity! I absolutely kick ass all the way til this new boss and manage to get them down to like 25% health but from there I barely do any damage whatsoever. Is there some hidden mechanic I'm not aware of? I'm hitting her with ult after ult after ult and all of Miyabi's strongest abilities and Yanagi's Disorders and its only barely chipping the boss. Then I lose to the 1/15 Ether condition of beating the boss within 3m30s. Its ridiculous. If anyone can provide any advice or let me know about some mechanics I'm just not figuring out Id really appreciate it! I'm aware of the Miasma shield being broken much quicker by Ults and its not an issue at all, its just that last 25% of HP absolutely refusing to go down. :[

#zenless zone zero #zzz #zzzero

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skylarstark4826 · 9 months ago

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BATHING

The great, fire-heated, polished stone bathtub had been made to order for Shep Hazard’s very large form. This meant there was ample room for two moderately-sized humans. Even with the abundance of space, there had been barely a moment so far that Tech and Phee’s bodies had not been in physical contact, since the ‘bathing’ began.

Shep had given one of his many extra bedrooms to Phee quite long ago, and now, she and Tech shared it, along with the bed. When she had asked Shep if she and Tech could have the place to themselves for one night, the jovial mayor had been more than happy to oblige. Everyone on Pabu loved the idea of Phee and Tech together, and the entire population made sure to do anything Shep asked of them to encourage the relationship.

Up until now, Phee had made it a point to keep her relationships to a minimum. It was necessary in her line of work; she’d made enemies out there, on her quest to liberate ancient wonders. Enemies that wouldn’t hesitate to use her loved ones as leverage against her. She was loath to ever let her friends come to harm because of her… but as much as she’d tried, she couldn’t fight her attraction to Tech for very long at all.

Tech, naturally, had no experience whatsoever with romantic relationships. He’d been a soldier from birth, and the genetic mutations that gave him such exceptional intelligence also stunted his emotional maturity. But Phee was insistent and persuasive, and had gradually chipped away the armor of facts and statistics with which he protected himself.

On his knees in the tub, Tech lit one last oil lamp, carefully placed on the wide rim of the huge basin. Pabu’s ruby sun had nearly vanished below the line betwixt sea and sky, and he found the mayor’s private bathing chamber needed a hint more light, if he and his partner were to fully appreciate every detail of one another’s bodies.

“Come to me, Brown Eyes,” Phee purred from where she sat at one end of the tub.

The endearment made Tech shiver, even in the pleasantly-warm water. He slid himself backwards to sit in-between Phee's drawn-up knees, and carefully lay back against her chest. The hot, relaxing, herbal-scented water lapped around their bodies, steam softly rising, creating a hot, misty haze in the room.

Phee’s pretty hands came up on either side of him, and the strong, lithe arms enfolded Tech’s slim form, resting over his belly and chest, holding him snug against her butter-smooth torso.

Feeling a bit restrained, Tech instinctively tensed a bit. He felt the lady behind him chuckle gently, the pillowy breasts against his back rumbling like gentle thunder.

"At ease, Trooper," she said. "I am in charge, tonight, remember?"

Tech nodded a little, and tried his best to let his guard down, to let go, to allow someone else to be in control. He swallowed hard, taking a deep, calming breath.

"Don't be nervous," Phee's soft, warm voice murmured against his ear. "You know I would never hurt you."

The pirate lady’s graceful hands picked up the bar of solidified cleansing oil, lathered it, and then slowly moved to slide over Tech's chest and stomach. The oil made Phee’s delicate fingers glide slickly across his sensitive flesh, leaving trails of bubbles on his smooth skin.

"I only want to make you feel good, baby."

Phee’s hands moved up and down, caressing the flat planes of Tech’s abdominal muscles, making them quiver and tremble in response. The nimble fingertips traced patterns over his pectorals, circling his nipples, drawing in closer and closer to the small, sensitized buds with each pass.

Her left arm slid around Tech’s narrow waist and held him in place, giving her right hand the freedom to explore the sensitive, responsive, beautiful details of his torso.

The velvet fingertips softly circled Tech's right nipple, teasing the smooth, dusky areola with its pebbly surface, and its scattering of sandy hairs. The tender little nub tightened and hardened, becoming erect and more sensitive. He moaned as Phee lightly pinched the little point of flesh, rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger.

"Does that feel good?" came the sultry voice, moist lips brushing Tech's neck, just below his ear.

He couldn't find his voice, so he just nodded a little.

Phee’s hand drifted lightly across his breastbone, pausing for the fingertips to skim lightly up and down his sternum for a few moments, raking through the sparse hair, before zeroing in on his other nipple. The second sensual hotspot was given the same share of reverent attention as its twin, hard fingertips gliding delicately over his areola, drawing in more tightly, circling and circling, closer and closer, until the pert, rigid little bud itself was caressed and tickled.

Tech had taken to breathing in hard through his nose, and out through his mouth, as if he were in labor. It was partly so he would remember to breathe at all, and partly to keep control over himself, so he wouldn't climax before either he or his partner were ready. It was a challenge, to say the least….

Genoa's hand came up then, her knuckles laying against Tech's right cheek, gently turning his head to the side. The clone allowed himself to be guided, not really understanding, until Phee’s lips found his earlobe, and began suckling it.

"Ohh...," Tech moaned, leaning in to the full, sensual, and adoring lips. As his earlobe and side of his neck were worshipped by Phee's talented lips and tongue, she lathered her hands again, and brought them both up to caress his neck. The firm touch started at his hairline, then crept, spider-like, softly downward, easing the tension out of the muscles, nails softly scratching over the column of his throat, then up to trail over his sharp jawline.

"Give me your hands," the soft, commanding voice said into Tech's ear.

He obediently lifted his hands out of the water, and his wrists were seized, and gently pulled upward. Tech allowed his elbows to be bent, clasping his hands behind Phee's head, snuggling his own head back into the crook of her neck. After another quick lathering of her hands, Phee rested them both on Tech's shoulders, massaging them, then moving downward over his chest, then outward to his vulnerable armpits.

Tech stiffened slightly as his lover's hands drew near to that most ticklish region, but aside from briefly ruffling the thin patches of hair there, the hands only lingered at his underarms for a moment, before continuing downward.

The gentle, lather-slicked palms glided over his ribcage; the touch just firm enough not to be ticklish. Then lower still, over the taut, broad muscles of his sides, and then even lower, to rest at the edges of his abdomen. There, Phee stiffened her fingers into claws and raked them slowly up and down Tech's belly, leaving tracks in the layer of sudsy bubbles that covered his perfect skin.

Tech was pressed back against Phee, his chest heaving slightly at the sensations. The sudsy fingers crept inward, long nails drawing circles around his navel, closing in on the sensitive little divot. The clone arched his back, stretching the skin of his belly under the attentive fingers. As before, his partner kept his touch firm enough not to tickle.

Hands drifting lower, Phee traced the pad of her middle finger delicately around the little hollow of Tech's navel, brushing over the rim, then slipping inside to probe the soft, exquisitely-sensitive little folds.

Tech was panting now, his eyes closed, sweat beading on his upper lip and brow as the blood rushed through his body, burning him from within, every touch of his talented partner making his body react, like a skilled musician coaxing beauty from his chosen instrument. His body was the instrument, and Phee Genoa was the prodigious Maestro who urged it to sing.

The delicate hand drifted lower, following the sparse scribble of light brown hair that trailed downward from Tech's navel to spread into the meager thatch between his long legs. Phee's fingers softly carded through the kinky curls at the base of his cock, taking care not to touch that pulsating, throbbing, engorged and eager organ... at least not yet.

Instead, she moved her hand to the junction between Tech's thigh and groin, and lightly fingered the taut, sensitive skin there. She followed suit with the opposite thigh.

Tech was moaning now, so deeply and desperately that it sounded almost like sobs. Every so often, his hips gave a reflex-like twitch as he tried to get Phee to touch his cock.

"Can you hear me, Brown Eyes?" Genoa asked, ruffling the hair of Tech's groin, but still refusing to touch the twitching, bobbing member at the center.

"Y-yes...," Tech whimpered, "Please, Phee... do it...."

"Soon," the playful pirate said, reaching her other hand to softly caress her partner's tummy, spider-like fingers crawling leisurely back and forth across the oh, so sensitive belly-button and the sensitized skin surrounding it.

"Please!" Tech choked, thrusting his hips against his partner's hand, desperate to increase the friction. “Please… t-touch me… touch it.…”

"There's something I need to tell you, first," Phee murmured, kissing Tech's sweaty neck. "A secret."

"Anything... just please... finish me...."

"Patience, Quick Draw," the dark-skinned lady said with a throaty chuckle, as if relishing the power she had over him. Her soft fingers circled the base of Tech's cock, her other hand still fondling the hard, flat, sudsy stomach, making the muscles there flutter and dance. "Are you ready to hear my secret?"

Tech was weeping with need, and could only nod, grunting in affirmation.

Phee leaned close enough to brush his lips over the clone’s ear, closed her eyes, and whispered... "I love you."

And with that, she wrapped her talented fingers around Tech's cock, and slowly slid them from the root to the tip, brushing her thumb over the rosy crown, glossy with pre-cum.

"NNNGH!" Tech moaned, arching his neck back, gripping the edges of the basin with both hands.

Phee smiled, and repeated the motion a few times, gliding her hand softly up and down her lover’s hard shaft, putting extra pressure on the sensitive underside, just below the head. Tech had been so close to his climax, that it took mere seconds to bring him over the edge.

"AAAAAHH!" the clone wailed, gasping as he orgasmed in the pirate’s soft hand, copious streams of cum jetting the length of the bathtub, to land in cloudy trails in the cooling water.

"PHEE!" Tech sobbed as he spent himself to the last drop, and all at once, his body went absolutely limp to flop against Phee’s smooth, well-endowed chest.

"Tech?" Phee murmured quietly after a minute or two, shaking the clone gently by the shoulder. "Brown Eyes?"

There was no response, and no signs of life. Phee Genoa quickly sat up and tilted the insensate clone back so she could see his face. She slapped lightly at the flushed cheeks, her heart starting to pound with worry.

"Tech! Hey!"

Finally, Tech moaned faintly and reached up blindly to cup Phee’s cheek in one hand.

"Kark it all," Phee heaved a sigh of relief, taking Tech’s hand in her own. "Baby, you scared the poodoo out of me."

The clone mumbled an incoherent reply, and Phee leaned closer to his face, turning her head to place her ear near the spent man’s lips. "What was that?" She inquired.

"Thank you."

Giving a fond chuckle, Phee snagged the chain of the tub stopper with her toes and pulled it out, letting the water drain. She slid out from under her still-limp lover and climbed out of the tub to retrieve a towel. Then she gently, lovingly, patted his slim body dry from head to toe.

After recovering for another minute or so, Tech rested his hands on the edges of the tub and slowly pushed himself to his feet. As he stepped out of the tub onto the smooth, stone floor, he swayed a little, reaching out for Phee.

“Easy there, baby,” she said, slipping her arm around his waist and guiding him through the refresher door into their shared bedroom. She lowered him carefully onto the bed and tenderly drew the lightweight, silky covers over him.

"Thank you," Tech breathed again, reaching up to kiss Phee’s cheek as she leaned over him. "I… have never felt like that, before."

"You let someone else have control, for once," Phee said softly, kissing the top of his head, nuzzling the damp hair.

"Never thought letting someone else control me could be so… freeing," Tech quipped as Phee walked around to her side of the bed.

"I take it you enjoyed it?" She asked playfully.

“I should say so…. I nearly climaxed into a coma," Tech murmured sleepily as his snickering partner slid under the covers next to him.

"I'll take it as a compliment," Phee said quietly, pulling him into her arms and snuggling down into the bed with him.

“What about next time?" Tech asked, slurring his words as sleep began to overtake his deliciously-expended body. “Can I be in charge?”

"I think that’s only fair," Phee replied, rising up on one elbow and smiling down at the beloved face gazing sleepily up at her.

"Good."

She laid back down and nestled against Tech as he slipped his arms around her. A few minutes passed and they were nearly asleep, when Tech spoke again.

“In case it was not obvious…,” he began, hesitantly.

“Hmm?” Phee hummed sleepily in response, sliding one hand up the smooth, cool expanse of Tech’s back to tousle the short, straight hairs of his nape.

“…I love you, too.”

They drifted off to sleep together, tucked close to one another, safe in each other’s arms.

THE END

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ladylilithprime · 11 months ago

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2 + 51 + sastiel

2. Royal AU

51. Accidentally Married

HOW IN THE Seven Hells do you get accidentally married?!"

That was certainly the question of the hour onboard the TSS Impala, with the first contact crew clustered around the conference table for the debrief. The question was being asked by Captain Robert Singer as he stared down the team, specifically the remarkably stoic face of his Science Officer, Commander Samuel Winchester. His First Officer, Sam's older brother Dean, was being no help whatsoever as he lounged back in his chair with a shit-eating grin that he was only getting away with because he knew Captain Singer didn't give a shit about protocol so long as orders were followed when the chips were down.

If he had to admit it, in all due fairness, Dean had probably earned the right to a little smugness since it was usually Sam pulling Dean's (often bare-assed naked) behind out of the fire and some alien woman's bed before people started stooting. The fact that it was Sam currently in the proverbial hot seat was unexpected and Bobby wasn't entirely sure how to handle it... especially when Sam himself was being so damn calm about it!

"Sam?" Bobby prodded pointedly.

"It's all in my report," Sam repeated, the same thing he had said when the subject of his accidental nuptials with one of the scions of Yngyx's royal family had first come up in the verbal debrief.

"Summarize it for me," Bobby gritted out, eyes narrowed.

Sam shot his still-grinning brother a dark look and sighed. "While Yngyx is aware of the broader galaxy, they're by and large content to observe from a distance and not get involved in what they call extra-planetary affairs unless they have due personal cause. This is because of their own culture and history involving war--"

"--which is covered more thoroughly in my report," Dean broke in, nudging Sam a bit harder than was probably necessary. "Quit stalling and get to the good part, Sammy, y'know, the part where 'due personal cause' means 'directly affecting the ruling royal family'."

"Are you going to make me skip the part where our linguistics team clearly missed some key elements in programming the universal translator with the primary language of Yngyx that misses the nuances of dialect and political maneuvering?" Sam snapped at his brother. "Because I will swear to anything or anyone you want that the paperwork we signed before wine drinking was to have Princex Cas'tyl join my team as a diplomatic liaison and cultural advisor for our future dealings with Yngyx. It was not made clear that they were marrying Princex Cas'tyl off to me until we were due to retire for the night and King Mykaex was asking his offspring if we would be spending the night in the palace or if Princex Cas'tyl would be retiring to the Impala with his new husband."

"So what exactly does this mean for us?" Bobby broke into the brewing argument with all the practice afforded him of having halfway been a father to the brothers back when the freshly orphaned boys had joined the Space Force as teenagers. "Bottom line it for me."

"Bottom line is that I'm married to Princex Cas'tyl," Sam said after a moment longer of staring Dean down. "What that looks like going forward, whether it's in name only or we try to make it work as we get to know each other, is really up to us and it's really no business of Space Force Command beyond our doing our jobs and the team continuing to run with our usual level of professionalism and efficiency."

"Hmph," Bobby scrubbed a hand over his face before turning to look at the only new face at the table who had spent the last half an hour of the debrief silently watching the team, Sam in particular, with those strange, swirling, featureless blue eyes of the Yngyxans. "How about you, your highness? What're your thoughts on the situation?"

Cas'tyl was visibly startled to be addressed, eyes blinking twice, before the newly married royal carefully extended their hands palms up in a gesture that Bobby wasn't quite sure how to translate.

"I am a Child of Yngyx," the princex said in a gutteral, growling voice that somehow still carried the undercurrents of wind chimes. "For always is my fate to bond with one not of Yngyx, that our peoples be united as greater-family. Some see shame, to be sent away from Yngyx. I see honor, to join with one who takes me into the stars and will teach me much more than just of Yngyx."

"Fair enough," Bobby sighed, then cleared his throat. "Well then. Guess the only thing left to do is to get you both moved into a set of couples' quarters since that single you're using right now ain't big enough for the pair of you."

"Wait, what?" Dean sat up sharply, frowning. "That's it? No lecture, no disappointed stare, just shipping 'em off to bigger quarters?"

"You're right, almost forgot something," Bobby said solmenly, smirking beneath his beard as he turned his body so that he was looking equally at Sam and his new spouse. "Congratulations on your wedding, son. Unexpected as it may be, I hope you both'll be very happy together."

"Thanks, Uncle Bobby," Sam answered gravely, his tone belied by an answering smirk as Dean slumped back in his seat with a disgruntled scowl. "I'm sure we will."

#rk writes #supernatural fic #sastiel #trope mash up #flash fiction #royal au #accidentally married #apologies to firefly #and to star trek #space force is still a stupid name though

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eriexplosion · 1 year ago

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God IDK if I'm prepared for Solitary Clone again tbh

Weak for the design of Desix really, I just love this fully enclosed city style thing

And GOD am I weak for Tawni Ames, like. My lady. I'm particularly weak for her in her mask with the voice modulation. Forget taking the dude hostage she should have just shot him. I had to look up his name (Grotton) because I refuse to call him the governor he's just some bitch that showed up suddenly.

CROSSHAIR THOUGH. THERE HE IS. He somehow looks even worse than Return to Kamino and several months (presumably) of recovery from his 32 rotations on an open platform. Terrified to think of what he looked like right when they found him.

The food has upgraded, now instead of merely 'cylinder' we also have 'Drumstick' and 'orb' not that Crosshair gets to eat any of them.

God I'm sorry it is so funny to me that Crosshair has managed to get less popular like it's awful for him obviously but like. He was always dreadfully unpopular HOW did it get worse?

I have a working theory that it's perceived favoritism. Like, he apparently has a bare box for a room and he sleeps on a slab without a blanket but it IS a private room. He gets called on personally by the Admiral, even though the audience knows it's pretty much just to be disrespected. They didn't bother going back for him on Kamino for 32 days but they DID go back for him and that's more than most clones get.

Alternate theory is that his vibes are just that bad because he's so desperate and lonely. Poor bastard sits silently at the end of the table and STILL gets abandonoed.

The way that Crosshair spends so much of this season in a variety of depression jammies

Rampart just casually like BTW HOW LONG DID WE LEAVE YOU FOR DEAD? JUST REMIND ME. I WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU'RE SO DESPERATE THAT YOU'RE STICKING WITH US AFTER THAT.

Seriously the fact that he can be like 'wow this clone is so loyal he forgave us for leaving him for dead' and instead of appreciating what he has he has to needle Crosshair about it. Just. "Left for dead and yet you still came back... why?" Smug faced bastard man.

"I'm a soldier of the Empire" because "I LITERALLY REJECTED EVERYTHING ELSE I HAD FOR THIS I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER OPTIONS" doesn't play as well.

I really want the batch to know about this but I don't think he'd ever tell them. If there's one thing Crosshair is good at it's, for whatever personal reasons, choosing to present himself in the most unsympathetic fashion possible at every opportunity.

I wonder again if Crosshair was ever officially promoted. He still has a CT prefix rather than CC, and Rampart's super casual about putting him under someone else's command, referring to it as 'not ready to play commander again' it's like the entire title was just a good behavior courtesy rather than an actual promotion and so no official changes have had to be made. And now it's clear that Crosshair doesn't need good behavior courtesies or in fact any courtesy whatsoever to try desperately for approval, so why bother?

Really thought that he'd act out more against Crosshair over the false report thing but there's something so funny about the fact that he was doing this LITERALLY just to be a bitch because Rampart just is like that.

CODY

Crosshair looking at Cody's exact markings skeptically until Cody pulls his helmet off because the color is just as important as the design. Why aren''t you YELLOW?

"You're lucky I was available." I love that it takes literally 1 second for Crosshair's completely deadpan snark to come back when faced with Cody because what was he doing before this other than being miserable in his box of a room?

Cody probably is surprised but not because the batch went AWOL but because Crosshair didn't go with them. He doesn't know about the chips and Crosshair was the LEAST likely to follow orders before, not the most. Cody's experiencing Opposite Day over here.

Goddddd the musical cue after 'then they're traitors, like the Jedi' as Cody realizes that Crosshair is NOT safe to pressure on this anymore. I don't think he'd ever actually turn Cody in tbh but Cody can't know that. He's seen a LOT of clones act in ways he never thought they would after all. He's acted in ways he never thought he would.

Crosshair really seems to have dropped his attitude about regs like he uses the word once but he's completely chill with the new squad. Downright chatty practically, he's even said MULTIPLE sentences.

"He saw it coming. The galactic empire." Yeah fun thing about that Tawni, he DID see it coming true because that was. The plan.

I do love that they give people multiple outlooks - Serennians hate Dooku for obvious reasons, on Desix they don't really know how corrupt he was, so Tawni is almost admiring of him. In the end, Dooku and the Republic were corrupted and everyone is suffering for it but they can only see their piece of it.

Can't be mad that Tawni shot them down, Crosshair was told to come here and shoot her pretty much so like, her instincts were Correct.

Off to check the crash for survivors of which there are several literally no crash has ever had no survivors in Star Wars apparently.

Crosshair is so excited to get to shoot things again finally something he's good at.

The way he says "Trust me" just damn. The voice. The voice is so good.

I'm still not over Crosshair sitting COMPLETELY STOCK STILL WHILE BEING SHOT AT, ZERO FLINCHING LIKE THE RISK OF SHRAPNEL ISN'T EVEN REAL. And the shot straight down the tanks barrel, GOD.

The way that if things went different in all of this Crosshair might have actually found some acceptance with a squad but since the universe demands that Crosshair be as miserable as humanly possible as often as possible, that is not to be.

Love how they actually made the droidekas intimidating by bringing them into such tight quarters. Also the sound design on their rolling is done FANTASTICALLY.

Still, RIP Wyler :c

Seeing the tactics play out is so good. Yes I know our boys are on the side of evil but you don't have all the facts. (I love them.)

CODY SCREAMING NOVA'S NAME WHILE CROSSHAIR HAS TO PULL HIM OUT OF RANGE OF THE EXPLOSION.

Stairwell Scene Stairwell Scene STAIRWELL SCENE. Genuinely loved how they framed the fighting here, sticking them into interesting locations where they get to use the environment just. Adore.

POV: you still haven't bothered to train your hand to hand skills

Just yeet the puck into the air it's fine Crosshair will manage it's good. This shot is so completely impossible and improbable but you know what's more important than that? It is extremely cool.

"Nice throw." "Nice shot."

TOO BAD THAT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT TO GO VERY BADLY INDEED

THE CALLBACK TO MINA BONTERI GETS ME

The thing is that Crosshair was ordered to kill Tawni like, straight up ordered to kill her, and yeah he still has his rifle raised at this point but he was letting her talk, he was letting Cody actually negotiate, and when he was told to lower his rifle he did.

I remember right after this came out there was a lot of things about how Crosshair was BLOODTHIRSTY and FINE WITH KILLING HER and like he didn't jump to the task, not even when Grotton ordered her execution, he didn't do anything until Cody was threatened with consequences.

Crosshair isn't bloodthirsty, but he will do anything for people he cares about, including taking a shot that he knows Cody never would before Grotton even finishes saying 'consequences for disobedience'

The way Cody tried so hard though just, I love him, I adore him. All he wanted was for everyone to get out of that room alive.

THE WORST PART IS I think Cody fully understands why Crosshair took the shot too. The timing is obvious. And that makes him feel worse, because he did NOT want anyone to die for his sake. He didn't want Crosshair to kill her for his sake either. This whole thing was just too much.

I feel like his last moment with Crosshair in front of the memorial was him still trying one last time to get through to him, let him have a chance to say anything that might make this better (or make it seem like Cody has the option of trying to get him to leave the Empire with him) and Crosshair failed THOROUGHLY by doubling down on orders.

They both have to live with their choices and it's agonizing actually I am in PAIN.

Crosshair lying awake all night and then staring at the helmet when he wakes up.

GOD I am never over the absolute venom in Crosshair's voice when he's forced to spit out Cody's CC number to get Rampart to acknowledge it. It's the way he never argues his own number or his own treatment, but disrespecting CODY is different.

Also Rampart looks completely Disgusted that clones are out here having names still after all this.

His face on 'Problem?' is the most punchable thing I have EVER looked at.

Anyway I really do want to see Cody again post going AWOL but I would also be fine if we don't catch up with him until significantly later and he shows up in Kenobi season 2 or something. Unlike many people did when this aired I don't think they ever wanted to imply anything other than that Cody did in fact go AWOL, so I don't think we'll be seeing him as a CX clone or anything.

God this episode is still so good.

#the bad batch rewatch

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bigskydreaming · 2 years ago

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Like Gotham War is so much dumber than I expected it to be and my expectations were subterranean. No character is coming out of this one unscathed.

Damian is suddenly the number one Bruce stan who gives no shits about his siblings despite the fact that Bruce and he historically practically never agree, and it was literally just last year that he was expressing this disagreement in the form of attempted patricide. Apparently he's moved on from that and done a full 180. Did we see it happen or why? No. But guess it did!

Bruce is employing double standards like he thinks that'll singlehandedly fix the job market.

Jason's characterization is fine, its his literal character that's suffering.

Tim's like "Oh I know I have no chance of beating my little brother in a fair fight (he says this definitively) so my only chance is to cheat" like since when is that an opinion Tim holds.

Dick's not actively like, being written terribly in this I guess (though I dont like that it took even as long as it did for him to decide on Selina's plan being worth backing but whatever) but its all relative so its got to be acknowledged that if I weren't desperate for anything good to say about him after a couple years of Badly Taylored Dick Grayson, I probably would have waaaaay more complaints. The bar is in the Netherworld.

Babs has barely any role in the story beyond plot contrivance and acting like the Answer Key to the point where she literally pulls out 'based on absolutely nothing whatsoever I've correctly deduced that Bruce has been taken over by his back-up personality, so we can go ahead and start addressing that plotwise.'

Like Selina's the only one who had anything good going for her in the story in the sense that this would have been great for her characterization if they actually BUILT on what she'd done here instead of dedicating the whole storyline to Bruce trying to dismantle it and then everyone having to reconfigure to clean up the fallout from Bruce's attempted dismantling of it making everything worse. Alas, the story had no intention of building on it or Selina's development so here we are!

LOLOL Chip Zdarsky turn on your location, I just want to talk. Are we still doing that meme? No? Eh, its fine, do it anyway.

#Batman spoilers #Gotham War spoilers

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nohoney · 2 years ago

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sweetness I hope you’ve had a wonderful week mwah mwah! I was thinking about that one drabble that you wrote of us!dabi and us!keigo continuously cheating on us!yn and I was wondering if we could please get a bit of an angst drabble (I have departed from the smut/fluff train and I am now boarding the angst one)

hi darling! i hope you’ve been well and taking care of yourself! i’ve pretty much wrapped up that little cheating drabble timeline but i definitely will not deny you us series angst (´ ω `♡)

warnings: angsty-ish, touya carries reader briefly, like a sort of make up but also not?

Right now, all three of you are in a department store looking at dinnerware.

“Does it really matter what kind I get? We just need something to eat on." Touya sighs as his eyes gloss over the different styles, sizes, and shapes of plates that are presented on a shelf. Getting something new didn't necessitate that he needed to get anything fancy or flashy. All plates are there for the same purpose; to just put food on it and then eat off of.

Keigo looks over a set of five blue plates and compares it to a set of six that are in the color black. "You know that we're replacing more than just things to eat off of. What about the bowls and the cups too?" he points out.

"God, who cares?" Touya huffs out and he gestures vaguely to the entire shelf, "Let's just buy whatever we need to replace and get going. I do not care what they look like. It's not like it will be expensive for me anyway."

You stand off to the side and keep to yourself. The boys just talk only to each other while you are simply just there with them. They are not exactly ignoring you but you're not apart of the conversation either. In fact they wouldn't be here talking of dinner plates and fruit bowls if it weren't for you.

They wouldn't be here if it weren't for the tantrum you threw yesterday.

It's embarrassing when your anger gets the best of you and you become destructive. You can't even remember what had made you upset again just like many other fights before. Just another meaningless argument with your blue eyed boyfriend where he said that you were being dramatic again. He had angrily cursed and decided to step out.

When he had returned probably no more than ten minutes later, he came back to you having emptied out the cupboard of all the dinnerware. Broken ceramic pieces were shattered on the floor. Barely anything survived your rampage.

You stood on the opposite side of the kitchen, the only clear space with no broken pieces and chips of ceramic was only where you stood. With all the little sharp bits and pieces lay before you, the only option to be able to get out would have been to crawl up onto the countertop.

Touya had pulled on his boots only to be able to step over all the broken ceramic to retrieve you, putting you over his shoulder and carrying you off to the bedroom where you were essentially put on timeout.

While you cried into a pillow, he swept up everything into a trash bag and cleaned up after the mess you made. Even in your attempt to apologize, Touya didn't want to hear you speak and he went to bed with his back to you.

So now here you are, simply watching as Keigo tries to put thought into selecting dinnerware and Touya not wanting to put in any whatsoever. Your eyes drift over to the opposite end of shelves where where there are sets of mugs as well as individual ones as well. A white mug with pink clouds painted on it catches your attention. There's other designs and sizes with flowers or cats or some cheesy quote in funky lettering that are there for sale too.

"Stoneware would be good, yeah?" Keigo's voice break away your attention and you look back to see him holding a set in his arms. "It even comes with the bowls and mugs. Isn't that great?"

Touya doesn't have a comment and you just mumble a quiet 'yeah'.

The three of you move out the aisle to head to the checkout. You remain silent waiting in the long line and looking again at the rows set up along the checkout line for any last minute purchases. Again you happen upon the same mug that you saw in the aisle and your gaze lingers on it.

Before you can even react, Touya's reaching for the exact mug you're staring at it and holds it in his hand. "Quit staring at it like that, I'm gonna buy it." he states without looking at you and just keeps his gaze forward. You try to tell him it's fine and that you didn't really want it but Keigo's foot nudges against yours.

You stay silent and guess that maybe this might be Touya's way of also trying to move on from your tantrum.

The white mug with pink clouds sits on the countertop as you unbox the dinnerware set. It's heavier than you'd expected it to be and Keigo had chosen a pleasing color palette. Four plates, four bowls, and four mugs to replace the set he had before in the cupboard. You push aside the box so that it's out of your way, unknowing that it actually pushes and tips the white mug over the edge of the countertop. From the corner of your eye, you barely catch a glance as it falls and don't react quick enough to even attempt to catch it.

It smashes into little shards and big bits.

"Baby? You okay?" Keigo looked up from the book he was reading and comes to your side. He gives you a consoling little 'oh' when he looks at the mess by your feet. "It's okay, I'll clean it up."

You're sitting on the kitchen countertop as Touya emerges from the shower with a towel around his neck. He's drying his hair and he asks if he actually heard something break or if he was just imagining it. Keigo sweeps the broken mug into a dustpan and makes sure to sweep the broom in the little corners that stray pieces may have fallen to. It's disappointing that he had gone out of his way to buy it for you only for it to break the same day.

Touya offers no words though, just waiting patiently until Keigo finishes cleaning the mess and the dustpan is emptied into the garbage.

"'M sorry Touya." you tell him as he helps you off the countertop. He only offers the small gesture of rubbing your back and doesn't say anything.

It feels a little cruel almost that the gift he had given you to try to move on ended up being broken by your own actions. So you have to figure that this is karma for what you had done. You walk out of the kitchen only to step on something sharp. "Ow!"

"Aw man, must have missed one! C'mere dove, let me see and make sure it's not too bad."

Now it felt like a punishment.

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #us series

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