#had to revert to my normal team

[revvethasmythh]

Generally speaking, I’m actually quite competent at bg3 now and most fights are too easy for me on easy mode (I just keep it because…I don’t need a difficulty increase going through the last little bit). THAT SAID, even on easy mode, I had to retry the Viconia fight no less than four times and ultimately had to swap out companions to see if it would help AND respecced Shadowheart into a light domain cleric before I finally cracked that bitch

[alphajocklover]

what do you think about nerd jock hybrids where a nerd is forced to join the football team where his nerd body is turn into a jocks body but remain fairly nerdy in manner, an intellectual at heart but have the body &  confidence  of a jock

No offense man, but I think you maaaay have read just a few to many of these stories. While many of the people who get transformed into jocks end up like the stereotype, dumb, cocky and toxic, but in reality there are plenty of people who have both brains and brawn. Not to mention, I have actually transformed someone into a jock and let them keep their mind before. Actually I didn’t transform them, but I did report on their transformation. They were one of the rare people to find the revert mind setting in instaJock, something I think the Master put there specifically to mess with people. From what I know now he’s doing pretty good now. Their new body left them with some startling new urges and a manly musk he can’t quite cover up, but they’ve been able to overcome that and put both their body and mind to good use. He and I became pretty good friends, and last I heard he was talking about becoming an astronaut. But I should probably stop with the update and get down to brass tacks. What you’re really asking is if it’s possible for you to become a smart jock, and I’m happy to tell you that it is! While making someone into a stereotype is easier, it's not that hard to change a few things, and I’m certain at least someone in the tf community could give you the body and the confidence without the intelligence loss. The only thing we really need to do is decide how. Normally I’d go over the options, but I’ll admit I’m not sure if any of the tf methods I’ve mentioned so far would really work. Lucky for you, I have a couple new tf methods that I haven’t even used yet that I’ll let you choose from! Your first option is, well, steroids. I know, steroids will make your muscles grow, what a shock! But these are special steroids, ones from the future. I had to take another trip there recently, and picked these up. It turns out steroids get a lot stronger in the next 30 years or so. They don’t have as many negative side effects as regular steroids, and work much faster, but there is a bit of a downside. Mainly anger. Yes, while the balding and acne is no longer an issue, roid rage still is. The difference is its less of sudden burst of rage, and more of a permanent alteration to your personality. You’ll become more aggressive and competitive, more manly and possibly a little toxic. You won’t get any dumber, but you will change. So if you're not one for anger and competition, you might need to pick another one.

Your other option is a piece of candy. As I’ve mentioned before there are a lot of transformation companies out there, and one of my personal favorites has to be Conversion Candy. It's a pretty small shop, one that sells a variety of magical and delicious products, including Himbo Cotton Candy, Muscle bear gummy bears, and Beefy Bull Choco-bites. Personally I’d recommend their version of M&Ms, Muscles and Mind, since those let you get buff and confident while keeping your mind. The only caveat is that they, like every treat from Conversion Candy, are temporary, so you’d have to buy some every week. If you want it to be a one and done type of deal, we need the other option.

So, steroids or sweets? The choice is yours. Either way, I hope you enjoy a life of both beef and brains. Not a lot of people get that, and to be honest not a lot can handle it. Good luck.

[novelistwriter]

Batty Phantom

DP x DC Prompt

Danny had been living in Gotham for a while, since the third Robin was flying high is when he arrived in the Gothic City ot Gotham from his dimension. He had to leave it behind as the GIW and his parents were teaming up against him. They figured out his identity and were adamant about tearing him apart 'molecule by molecule' for 'taking their sons body'.

He's avoided the attention of the vigilantes of Gotham for as long as he could, living as 'Daniel Nightingale' living as normally as he could. During one of his days off from human work, Danny was doing some of the papers from his Ghost King work when Clockwork appeared in front of him.

"My King, the timeline is at risk, I have come to you to help it heal by taking in these reborn heroes of Gotham and pose as Bruce Wayne with the Magic you have learned from your teachers in the Realms"

Danny was about to question Clockwork what he meant when he saw that Clockwork was not alone. With the Ghost of Time were children of varying ages. The oldest was a boy in a black suit, looking like he was returning from a funeral. The boy was holding a baby with green eyes and tanned skin. The second oldest was a boy with tanned skin as well, but not as tanned as the baby, who was holding the free hand of the boy in the suit, he was in a outfit that looks like one would wear when in the circus as a trapeze artist, the circus boy looks to be a few years younger than the suit boy. There was a girl holding the free hand of the circus boy, and she is wearing what looks like ninja garbs, and she is watching him like a hawk she looks to be a few years younger than the trapeze boy. Holding the free hand of the girl was another boy wearing ratty clothes and a white streak of hair at the front of his head, he seems to be closer in age to the girl. Holding the free hand of the ratty clothed boy was another boy who looks pale and skinny in the baggy clothes meant for him, and he looks to be a few years younger than the ratty clothed boy. Finally, the last boy was a dark skinned boy who looked the most normal of them all, and is the second youngest of them all, being a toddler and holding the free hand of the skinny boy.

He was about to voice his concerns to Clockwork, but the Time Ghost was gone. All that was left was a green sticky note in his hand that wasn't there before that read.

'My King, you must be a Hero again in this new dimension. These children are the former vigilantes of Gotham. They had perished at the hands of a foe out in space, and I have reverted them to the states they are in. They do not remember the lives they lived before but will remember the ways they fight, and you are the perfect candidate to raise them, as their allies are not suitable to raise them, you must raise them to keep the timeline intact. And you must be Bruce Wayne and Timothy Drake-Wayne to keep up appearances within Wayne Enterprises, as they are needed to keep the timeline intact as well. I am truly sorry for this, my King, but it must be done. C.W'

Now, Danny must raise a younger Bruce Wayne, Richard "Dick" Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, Duke Thomas, and Damian Wayne while he pretends to be both Bruce and Tim with the magic he learned in the Infinite Realms. He also needs to deal with the Rogues of Gotham, the LoA, and the Justice League as well as his Ghost King duties.

(Yes, I pulled an UNO reverse on the De-aged Danny idea and went for a De-aged Batfam idea instead for the DPxDC Phandom)

[mikimakiboo]

CAVE CANEM DRACONTEM

-> beware of the dog dragon

Draz Nightmare is very cute and I've been rambling with @ancha-aus in the notes again so here I am writing yet another fic when I already have three to work on

Please read it because I've been fighting for my life while writing it, just search #spider war and you will see

For those who haven't seen the baby, I doodled him

Ancha also wrote a tiny drabble that is just adorable !!!!! A very nice take on the situation !!! :D

Tw: cute baby dragon, rape allegory, yes I know these two warnings are horrible next to each other but I promise it's not that bad, I just have to warn about it because that's still a trigger, also injuries and reference to past abuse

Finished writing at 4am 👍🏻

Guardians were ancient creatures, created to protect, it wasn't rare for them to be more... creature-like than human-like, though they did have a more human form as to blend in better with the mortals, as to not scare them. The most frequent creatures were dragons, fierce and strong animals spitting fire, fearless and feared by all. Most guardians were dragon breeds.

Nightmare wasn't an exception to the rule. No one had ever seen his dragon form, but it was rumored to be gigantic, so strong it could destroy buildings with one whiplash from its tail, its fire so hot it could melt the stone of the mountains, so large it could eat you whole without needing to chew... needless to say, nobody ever tried to see the dragon, and Nightmare never had to show it to anyone, not even his own gang.

They did try to question him, curious, to beg him to show them his dragon form, but Nightmare always refused, stating that it was too dangerous and he didn't want to hurt them by accident, and, well, Nightmare was known to never lie, so they didn't push it and accepted that they would never see their boss turn into a dragon.

But fate has never been on Nightmare's side, he should have known that by now.

The balance hadn't been doing great these past few weeks, negativity levels were low, giving Dream and his team more power, making Nightmare's team struggle more to create enough negativity for the guardian. He was tired, his reserves were low, he couldn't keep pulling on them, he had to rest, to revert back to his primal form for a while and regain some energy. He didn't want to do that, he didn't want anyone to see the dragon, but if he kept delaying the tranformation he would end up reverting in a place where he wouldn't have been prepared to.

He sighed, standing up, he needed to find a hidden room in his castle where he wouldn't be bothered by anyone, a room where he could hide for a while, hopefully not too long as to not worry his teammates, maybe for a night, then he would turn back into a skeleton and act normal during the day. No one would have to see him.

Having selected and rearranged the room, he quickly made sure nobody was around and reverted to his dragon form, letting his magic wrap him in a flashing purple-ish light to reveal the beast, and laid down on his nest get some hours of rest...

Killer was the last to wake up in the morning, as usual, and went straight to the kitchen where Dust was on his phone drinking his coffee, Horror unloading the dishwasher after having programmed it to run during the night. Cross was most likely on his morning jog, honestly, how he managed to have so much energy this early in the morning was a mystery to everyone in this castle, even Nightmare didn't wake up this early, and God knew how much he hated sleeping in. Speaking of the boss, shouldn't he have been drinking his coffee too ? Killer didn't spot his mug in the sink.

- Nightmare's still sleeping ? He yawned, sitting down on his spot around the small table. Shouldn't we wake him up ?

- I already checked, he's not in his room, he probably slept in his office again, Dust replied without looking away from his phone.

It wasn't unusual for Nightmare to sleep in his office, he did tend pretty often to overwork himself.

- Mh.. I'll go see if he needs anything, Killer declared, getting up again.

As much as their boss wanted them to take care of themselves, he wasn't the best at it, "do what I say, not what I do" kind of deal, so every once in a while they would check up on him and make sure he at least slept and ate. They knew that technically he didn't need either of those, but it never hurt and was always a nice bonus for when negativity in the multiverse was low, like currently, so Killer walked all the way towards the wooden door and knocked.

- Boss ? You're in there ?

He waited, but didn't receive any answer.

- Sleeping on your desk again ? He asked more for himself, I'm coming in.

He grabbed the handle and slowly pushed the door open in case Nightmare was in fact sleeping, not wanting to make too much noise, but found the desk empty of any sleeping skeleton.

- Nightmare ?

He looked around, but the office was definitely empty. Maybe he was in his library ? Killer teleported there as it was all the way across the castle and it was still too early to walk this far in his opinion. He arrived in what surely was the biggest room of the castle and, to his surprise, it was plunged in the darkness, not one light was on, and even if Nightmare did have a better night vision than them he still turned the lights on when he was doing something as to not tire his only good eye, so the fact the room was dark was enough to tell Killer his boss wasn't there either. He teleported back in the kitchen. Cross had come back from his run and was drinking some lemon water.

- Nightmare's not there, he announced, earning three confused looks from his teammates.

- What do you mean he's not there ? Dust asked.

- I mean he's not there, I checked his office and the library and he's not in either of those, and we all know that's, like, the only rooms he spends his time in aside from the living room and his bedroom.

- Maybe he went for a walk ? Cross supposed.

- Cross, you're the only one in this castle going for a walk in the morning, Dust answered deadpanned.

- Sorry for wanting to stay in shape ? Cross frowned.

- Where could he be then... ? Horror asked, redirecting the conversation towards the principle subject: Nightmare.

Killer shrugged, he didn't see where Nightmare could have headed to, he rarely left the universe without them and usually wasn't that far in the castle so they could always reach him rapidly if there was a problem that way. So apart from the rooms he already checked ? Killer had no idea where his boss could have hidden himself, and given his weaker situation at the moment, he hoped it didn't mean anything bad...

- We should look for him... Horror finally decided for all of them, no doubt having concluded the same thing as Killer.

The others nodded and Dust got up, putting his empty cup in the sink to wash later.

- I say we all take one floor and the first to find him calls the others, Cross suggested.

- Works good for me, Killer agreed.

He saw Horror nod and Dust answered with a "sure". After agreeing on which floor everyone would go Killer teleported on the fourth one. They almsot never used that floor, the kitchen and living room they used were on the first floor as well as the training rooms, the library and the nursery, on the second floor were their bedrooms with attached bathrooms and Nightmare's office, and on the third floor were extra storage rooms and an old ball room with small saloons for the majority unused. Which left the fourth floor with its empty rooms and closets and the access to the rooftop. Needless to say, this floor would be quick to look throught.

Killer had opened half of the rooms, and still no sign of his boss, he was starting to think he did went out for a walk at this point. He stopped in front of a closet door, debating if he should open it or not, after all what would Nightmare do in a dusty closet ? But he had nothing to lose anyway, so he opened the door an looked inside. The closet was empty, aside from a pile of covers on the floor, which wouldn't have been that strange if only the covers were dirty, but they seemed clean with no particles of dust on them. Killer frowned, looking at the pile for a few seconds before crounching down and slowly reaching out to move one aside, before freezing when he saw what was underneath...

- Oh.. my.. god... he took out his phone and called the group chat, guys, guys you've gotta come see that, fourth floor, closet in the fifth corridor on the right, hurry.. !

He hung up, took two steps back, and waited for the others to arrive. They didn't take too long, alerted and worried by the call.

- What's wrong !? Did you find Nightmare !? Cross yelled after teleporting.

Killer quickly turned around with a finger in front of his mouth, inquiring them to be silent and come closer. The three shot each other worried looks before doing as told and coming next to Killer, looking inside the closet...

Under the covers was... a cat ? No, it wasn't a cat, thought it was roughly the same size, maybe slightly larger, but only a little. It had black fur, big pointy ears, a short chubby tail and two horns seemingly made of dark wood. It seemed to be asleep...

- What's this... ? Horror asked, but no one could answer.

- It's waking up... ! Dust whisper-screamed, seeing the creature start to move.

They all watched closely, ready to defend themselves if the thing attacked. The creature wiggled a little before yawning and opening its only eye, revealing a bright cyan eyelight. They knew that eyelight... the creature- ... Nightmare.. ? Slowly looked up to them, batting an ear, before sneezing due to the dust, a little blue flame coming out of its his mouth. Killer was the first to make the connection.

- Oh fuck... I think.. It's Nightmare's dragon form...

The small dragon perked his ears and looked up at him, as if recognizing his name. Cross passed out, Horror barely had time to catch him before he hit the ground.

- What.. are we supposed to do... ? Dust asked, not deviating his gaze from the small fluffy dragon.

- I have no idea... Killer admitted, just as lost as the others.

They didn't expect anything like that, it was kind of underwhelming to be honest, they were so sure their boss's dragon form was this gigantic beast he kept describing, only to be met with this fur ball instead ? He was incredibly cute, that was for sure, but they just... didn't expect that. Was it because of the lack of negativity ?

Cross came back to his senses just in time for the dragon to stand up, stretch his small and chubby legs like a cat, and trip over the covers when trying to get down, rolling forward on his back, paws in the air. He had dark purple toe beans. Cross passed out again.

The dragon rolled over on his belly, standing up again, and turned to look at them, sitting down, he seemed to analyze them.

- Uh... hi ? Killer tried with a wave and an awkward smile.

The dragon barked. God he wanted to squeeze him so badly. Was Nightmare still conscious in there or was the dragon a sort of alter-ego ? Did the dragon have Nightmare's memories ? Should they call him Nightmare too ? He did seem to recognize the name, so surely yes.

- It's uh.. Dust began, quite dirty in there, don't you want to go, like, in the living room or something ?

Nightmare looked up at him, slowly stood up, blinked, and sprinted past them.

- No wait come back ! Dust called, trying to grab him but missing.

- Does he remember the castle... ? Horror asked, holding Cross against him.

- I don't know and I don't want to wait for him to get lost ! Killer replied, teleporting in front of the dragon.

Nightmare yelped, stopping abruptly when seeing the skeleton in front of him, he slid on a good two meters before managing to run the other way around, but Dust was quicker than him this time and grabbed him before he could go full speed again. The little dragon squirmed in his hold, growling and spitting small fire balls.

- It's okay, calm down.. ! It's me, I'm not gonna hurt you.. ! Dust tried to reassure the angry dragon he held at arm's length.

Nightmare eventually calmed down, panting, no doubt still tired, and only growled with his ears down on each side of his head. Dust sighed, holding him closer to his chest to better grab him, putting an arm under his back legs.

- Oookay, everything's fine, we're just.. we're gonna go back to the living room and see what we should do.. Dust decided, heading towards the stairs with the others following him.

Everyone walked in silence, Cross having regained his consciousness, and arrived in the living room. Nightmare had stopped growling. Dust stopped in front of the couch.

- Please don't run off, he begged, slowly putting his small cargo down on the mattress.

Nightmare faced the back of the couch for a while before slowly turning around, marking a pause, and jumping from the couch. Killer caught him mid-air.

- Okay air jail for you, he declared keeping him in his arms

Nightmare whined, but didn't try to move. His fur was very soft, Killer noticed.

- So.. What should we do.. ? Horror asked, sitting down on the armchair.

Cross was still standing, staring at the dragon with a mix of awe and incredulity, Killer could understand, he too couldn't believe what he was holding at the moment. Their boss, the greatly feared Nightmare, guardian of negativity, ancient dragon breed, was not bigger than a cat and as fluffy as a plush. Why did he never tell them that ? Killer could understand not telling the multiverse, as it wouldn't have helped his image, but them ? His teammates ? His friends ? He would have thought they were well above the image, above the reputation, that he would have told them the truth. Unless this wasn't his true form but a result of his current weakness, and in that case, he didn't really want to leave the little dragon wandering in the castle on his own and risk getting hurt.

- I don't know... we should probably keep an eye on him ? I mean the castle's big and full of dangerous things and he's, well, not big, plus now's not the perfect time for him to hurt himself.

- Don't you think Nightmare will get mad that we sorta babysat him ? Cross worried.

Killer frowned for a second, not having thought of the possibility that Nightmare would be mad at them for that. He surely would, but would it be that bad ? It wasn't like they were planning on showing him to the world, just keep an eye on him until he transformed back, surely he would understand.

- Yeah well I prefer Nightmare being mad rather than him hurting himself, Dust answered before Killer could.

He simply nodded, stating he agreed with his friend.

- Hm.. you're probably right.. Cross agreed too, I'm gonna go check if I have a sweater or something to keep him warm, it's pretty cold in the castle.

- He's a dragon.. ? Horror asked, confused as to how a dragon would get cold.

- I don't want to risk it, Cross stated as he made his way towards his room.

Horror didn't insist, Cross seemed too determined anyway to get Nightmare in a sweater, and he had to admit the thought of seeing the small dragon in a little sweater was rather cute, so they all waited for the monochromatic skeleton to return. He luckily didn't take too much time.

- I've got one ! I think it was mine when I was a kid ? Anyway it should fit him well, he announced, stepping back into the living room.

Killer looked at the sweater, it was a plain black one, totally Nightmare's style.

- I'll hold him so you can put it on, Killer told him.

He sat on the couch, putting Nightmare on his laps in a sitting position, holding him by the sides, the dragon looked up at him curiously. Cross stood in front of him, rolling the sleeves of the sweater to make it easier to slip on, and gently grabbed the first paw to pass it in the first hole. Nightmare growled, his ears back, as Cross slowly manipulated him.

- It's okay, it's okay, I'm almost done.. he tried to reassure as he passed the sweater around the dragon's head.

Cross put the sweater in place, giving a little pat on Nightmare's head to congratulate him for not moving, before his gaze met his back paws. He poked the purple bean with a finger without thinking and saw Nightmare flinch and stare at his own paw with surprise.

- S-sorry, i-it was too tempting.. ! He apologized, blushing in embarrassment.

Nightmare stared for another second, then stretched his toes.

- ... I'm gonna pass out.

- Again ? Dust snorted.

- Yeah... Cross sighed, but he's so damn cute.. !

Of course, everyone agreed. This little dragon, as surprising and unfitting for Nightmare as he was, was frankly adorable with his little sweater and his big curious eyelight looking around the room. He surely rarely had the opportunity to explore the castle, but even when not knowing his surroundings very well, he didn't seem outwardly scared of them, he was cautious, but he had seemed to recognize them a little, at least enough not to attack. How much of Nightmare's memories did he have ? Killer saw him sniff a few times, did he recognize stuff through scents and that was why he knew who they were ? Because he remembered their odor and knew they were friends ? They would need to ask Nightmare, the skeleton, when he would be back. They would need to ask him a lot of things.

They all turned when they heard a grumble coming from the dragon.

- You're hungry.. ? Horror asked him with a found smile.

Nightmare looked up at him.

- Well, he did skip breakfast, Killer noted.

- What do dragons even eat ? Dust rightfully asked.

- Probably meat ? Cross answered, uncertain, I mean he's a predator so...

- I think we have some ham left... Horror thought, standing up.

He headed to the kitchen, the dragon's gaze following him until he started wiggling to be set free.

- Okay okay I'm putting you down ! Relax ! Killer quickly put him on the ground, not wanting his claws to shred him to pieces.

Nightmare sprinted to catch up to the big skeleton who had stopped to wait for his tiny boss. He chuckled when seeing him arrive and went to the fridge. The dragon went straight into the first shelf, searching for something interesting as he could smell the different foods. He unfortunately got grabbed before he could bit into a sausage and saw the door of the fridge closing in front of his eye, making him whine. He rapidly forgot about the fridge once Horror put him on a chair and handed him a piece of ham that he quickly bit into to eat with a little "nom" noise. Another piece followed after the first one and the tiny dragon happily enjoyed a full slice of ham for breakfast.

The others eventually joined them in the kitchen, wanting to see the dragon eat and just see the dragon in general as it would probably be the one and only time they would see him. The dragon looked at them for a minute before jumping down from his chair and going to explore the kitchen more in depth. He sniffed the cabinets, sniffed the table, the chairs, sniffed the trash can, frowned, sniffed the pedal, stepped on it, and jumped when the lid opened, running to hide behind the closest pair of legs he could find: Dust's. The skeleton bent down to lift him up.

- It's okay buddy, the trashcan won't hurt you, he laughed, petting the dragon's head.

Nightmare let him do so, slightly growling at the scary trashcan still.

- We're gonna go back to the living room, okay ? Dust reassured, leaving the kitchen with the two other skeletons, Horror staying to start preparing dinner as the search took a while and it was already almost noon.

Dust sat on the couch, keeping Nightmare on his laps.

- Can I pet him ? Cross asked, almost having stars in his eyes.

Dust looked up at him.

- Sure ? I mean, if he lets you.

Cross quickly nodded, crounching down in front of the dragon to let him sniff his hand in a silent demand for authorization. Nightmare looked at him, and gently headbutted his hand.

- Ooooh my God.. ! Cross exclaimed in a whisper, tearing up.

He gently scratched the little head, petting behind the ears, under the chin, ... a low rumble started to get heard.

- Oh shit.. guys he's purring.. ! Dust realized, feeling the small vibrations on his legs.

- He is ?! Killer put a hand on Nightmare's back.

He could feel the vibrations as he pat his back, near the tail as he would do with a cat. The little dragon purred louder, his eye closed. Soon he had six hands petting him. He started knitting on Dust's laps, feeling perfectly content with the attention.

- Ouch, Dust flinched, okay, sharp claws.

Killer snorted.

- You'll get used to it.

The petting session lasted until it was time for dinner, Cross and Killer went to help set up the table and Dust carefully moved Nightmare from his legs to the couch.

- We'll be right back in an instant, okay ? You can stay on the couch, he informed with a last pat on the head.

Dinner was simple, a steak with some vegetables on the side, but they all happily ate it. Horror always managed to make even the simplest meals taste delicious. Killer felt something against his leg, looking down he saw the tiny dragon standing up against his chair.

- Yeah ? Need anything ? He asked him.

The dragon looked at him, crounched down, seemed to calculate something, and jumped on his laps.

- Oh ! Well, okay then, guess you can sleep here, he chuckled.

Nightmare turned around to face the table, looking at the plate in front of him. He squinted.

- Comfortable ? Killer asked.

Nightmare only turned an ear, already focused on his plan. He slowly bent forward, eye fixated on his target, and swiftly snatched the steak in the plate before jumping off of Killer's laps and running out of the room, steak in his mouth.

- Wait, no ! Killer exclaimed, trying to grab him before he ran off, my steak !

He quickly got up to chase after the dragon, hearing the others laugh at his predicament, but the little thief was faster than him and already hid himself to eat the content of his robbery. Killer eventually had to give up and return to the table where the others weren't finish laughing.

By the time Nightmare reappeared, they had all done eating and cleaning the table. Killer glared at him.

- You stole my steak, he accused, fists on his hips.

The dragon looked up at him before headbutting his leg.

- Mowww, of course I forgive you ! Killer cooed, bending down, come here !

He lifted him up, bringing him back to the couch for another session of petting and scratching that lasted as long as Nightmare wanted it to, with the only breaks being snack breaks. The little dragon was particularly greedy and would eat just any snacks they would hand him. They had opted for a bag of dried meat, something simple they were mostly sure wouldn't hurt his stomach. They wouldn't want their tiny dragon to get sick.

They stayed with him all afternoon, letting him take naps on their jackets, the poor thing still being quite tired from the lack of negativity, and decided they would sleep I the living room this night, not wanting to leave the dragon alone.

They had brought some covers and extra pillows, Nightmare was on the couch, in a nest made of their jackets.

Cross woke up when a flash suddenly lit up the room, grumbling, he looked up to see what it was. He saw Nightmare, the skeleton, slowly rise from the couch, he seemed tensed, and in the silence of the night he could hear him hyperventilating.

- Night... ? He called in a whisper as to not wake the others up.

Nightmare's gaze shot in his direction, his pupil reduced to a trembling slit, before he backed up in a hurry, tripped on the covers and fell backward. The noise made Horror move.

- What's happening... ? He mumbled.

Nightmare quickly looked at him before rapidly teleporting away. On the second floor, the door of his room slammed shut in an loud echo, waking the two remaining skeletons up.

- W-what was that.. ? Killer asked.

- I.. Cross began, it was Nightmare, he's.. he's awake and he didn't seem very happy to see us... he briefly explained.

The air around them became colder as they all exchanged worried looks, feeling the ambient negativity in the castle thickening.

- I.. think we may have made a mistake... Dust said out loud what they were all starting to think.

- Did he look mad ? Killer asked Cross.

Cross thought for a moment.

- No... more like... scared ?

- Scared ? Why would he be scared ?

Cross shrugged, getting up, he didn't like seeing the look in his boss's eye, it wasn't right, he didn't want him to be scared of them. Why was he even scared ?

- Do you think it has to do with the dragon ? Dust questioned. I mean, he always told us he was dangerous and all, maybe he got scared that he hurt us ?

Killer frowned.

- But we're all fine, If he had hurt us he would have seen it when transforming back.

- Maybe we weren't supposed to see the dragon ?

They looked at Cross, thinking about it, it made sense as Nightmare always seemed reticent to show them his primal form.

- He was hiding... Horror finally said, looking down, a feeling of guilt emerging in his soul, and we still took him...

The others stayed silent for a moment, letting the realization settle in. Cross sat back on the couch.

- He.. He was hiding... Killer began, he was hiding and didn't want to be seen, and we still searched him and took him out of his safe spot... we... we litteraly took advantage of his current weakness to grab him and he tried to fly but we still held him... God he couldn't even talk... ! He couldn't defend himself and we forced him to be here when he was hiding for a reason... !

Killer held his head in his hands after his monolog, so deeply ashamed of himself, the other three weren't doing better. Cross sniffled.

- You're making it sound like we raped him... he whined, feeling heavy with guilt.

For a few minutes only Cross's wheeping disturbed the silence of the castle, until Killer abruptly stood up.

- We need to apologize, he declared, heading to the stairs.

Dust got up to grab his arm, stopping him.

- He probably doesn't want to be bothered right now, we should wait a moment for him to calm down before trying anything.

Killer shrugged, making Dust let go of his arm.

- I'm not gonna come in, I'm not stupid, I'm just gonna knock and apologize.

He had to, he couldn't just wait until morning, he had to let Nightmare know that he was sorry, that they were all sorry, that they didn't think and acted stupid and regretted it. He arrived in front of the door, his hand was shaking when he lifted his arm to knock.

- Boss, you're here.. ?

Nightmare flinched when he heard the knock and the voice, backing down again, his back on the wall opposed to the door, sitting on the ground. He was shaking. What did they want ? What have they done ? Why must they have to see him like that ? To see this weak and pathetic form ? The one thing he had wished to remain a secret, why did they have to open this closet ?

Nightmare was shaking, a hand covering his mouth to try and muffle his heavy breathing. He felt scared, humiliated, confused, naked almost, like all of the walls and layers he had built over time just fell down and left him in a cloud of ashes.

They had seen him, they had seen the dragon, they had seen this little creature so ridiculously small, so contemptible, so useless, they had seen the real him, the him that wasn't fierce, that wasn't big nor intimidating, the him that wasn't threatening. They had seen the truth. Now what would they do ? Would they laugh ? Would they mock him for being this pathetic ? For giving birth to such a big lie when reality was this disappointing ? Would they tell the world about him ? Would they leave him ? Would they be disgusted by such a pathetic leader ? Would they lose all respect they had for him, respect that had been build on a lie ? Would he ever be able to gain their respect again ? What if they never wanted to hear of him again ?

His soul was beating fast in his ribcage, giving him the impression it was about to explode, he heard the drumming sound in his head, making everything else sound muffled. He barely heard Killer on the other side of the door.

- We're sorry Nightmare... we really are... we should have never tried to touch you and we should have just left you alone... we really didn't think and we understand that you're mad at us, you don't have to come out if you're not ready to, but just know that we are sorry... we were jerks, we didn't mean to hurt you...

Nightmare listened, trying to focus on anything else than the tears forming in his eye. Was he honest ? Was Killer honest ? He wanted to believe it, he couldn't feel his emotions, his magic wasn't recovered enough and he was in too big of a panic state to direct it properly anyway.

He wanted to believe him so bad, to believe it was only an accident, that maybe they could still pretend as if nothing happened, but a part of him kept yelling it was a lure. It kept telling him to not take words for proof, that sooner or later they would realize he's truly pathetic and the minute the dragon wouldn't amuse them anymore they would leave. He would lose everything then. He didn't want to, he didn't want to lose them.

- Take all the time you need, we will be waiting for you when you feel ready...

He heard the footsteps go away, and finally let out a sob, choking on air. What was he supposed to do now ? He couldn't go to them anymore, he didn't want to face their gaze just yet, they would surely have questions and he didn't want to answer any of those. He couldn't go to anyone, nobody knew about his secret. He was alone, like before, like he always had been, alone to face his fears.

He should have been more careful, lock himself somewhere else, make sure nobody could reach him. He should have known it, he should have known he couldn't trust his own house, he couldn't even trust his mother's shadow when he was a kid, why would that be any different now ?

He felt stupid, he wanted to hide away and never come out, let everyone forget about him and rot in a corner where no one would see him ever again...

He stayed locked in his room for hours, which turned into a few days, he didn't count how many exactly but Horror kept leaving food platters by his door. He could hear them take turn sitting down and talking to him, telling him they were sorry, that they should have waited for him instead of forcibly taking the dragon, that they were worried about him and to please come out, they wanted to see him. His silence only worried then more, they wouldn't enter by force but if he could at least talk to them, so they would know he's fine... Nightmare felt guilty, he didn't like scaring them that way, he didn't like how ashamed of themselves they all sounded, but he just didn't have the courage to open the door. The mere thought of being the center of attention knowing what happened filled him with shame and embarrassment and he felt his soul burn.

But he had to go out. He could barely stay awake, his magic was so low, the negativity level in the multiverse only kept receding the longer he was inactive, he needed a raid, even a small one, to boost himself enough not to tranform again. And he needed them. He was to weak to go alone. Maybe after this raid he would feel a little better and wouldn't need them, but for now it wasn't the case.

He slowly got up from his bed, feeling his legs shaking under his weight, and opened his door after a long hesitation. Cross was here, standing guard, he jumped when he heard the noise and froze when seeing the skeleton. Judging by his expression, Nightmare must have looked awful. Days without taking care of yourself usually did that.

- Nightmare.. ? Are.. are you feeling okay... ? I-I mean it's a dumb question but-

- We're going on a raid... Nightmare interrupted him, his voice more hoarse than he would have wished.

Cross straightened his stance, an old habit of the soldier receiving orders.

- O-of course ! I'll go fetch the others ! Pl-please don't lock yourself back.. ! He begged before going on his quest.

Nightmare looked at him go, letting out a shaky breath.

The others arrived rapidly, and though none of them knew what to say they all looked at him with a mix of worry and relief to see him out of his room.

- Boss we- Killer began before being interrupted.

- We're going, make it fast..

They all exchanged a glance, but nobody intervened. Nightmare motioned to Cross to open a portal, he couldn't do it himself this time. The soldier did as told, and they all crossed it, Nightmare going in last. He shivered when feeling the cold air of snowdin's forest hit him, embracing himself to try and keep his little body warmth as the others were already in movement. Only Dust stayed near him. He was about to tell him to join the others but the hoodied skeleton talked first.

- It's good to see you out of your room, Night, we were all worried.. we know what we did wasn't right, and we really want to make it up to you... we care about you, 'kay ? Try not to forget that... he said before teleporting away to the others.

Nightmare stiffened when he mentioned what happened, he didn't want to think about it again, but he couldn't avoid it for all eternity. He watched them from afar, not taking part in the activity, and focused on absorbing as much negativity as possible, he had to admit they were doing a particularly good job, though it would take way more than that for him to recover all of his strength.

He let them cause chaos, coming only a little closer to get a better taste of the negativity, ignoring their worried glances each time he moved. Were they really this worried about him ?

He heard a portal open, but Cross was far from him, too far for him to hear anything, and Cross wouldn't make a portal without informing him first, which meant the portal wasn't his, and the sudden sharp pain he felt in his shoulder told him exactly who it was: Dream and his team had arrived, and he just got hit with an arrow.

He dislodged the arrow before turning, slowly, now wasn't the time, he was still too weak to fight, and if he engaged in a battle now his magic would tire out rapidly and force him to transform back, which was not an option. He took a step back, and saw his brother frown. Oh how pathetic he must have looked for Dream to spot something was wrong. But it didn't stop the guardian from attacking a second time.

The arrow got blocked by a blade, Cross was in front of him in a defensive stance, a quick glance around confirmed the others were already fighting Ink and Blue, trying to maintain them as far as possible from him.

It wasn't the first time they would protect him, but this time felt different for some reason. It was absurd, Nightmare knew there were no differences, they acted as they always acted before, but his mind couldn't help but scream at him, telling him they only protected him because they knew how weak he really was. Were they going to tell everyone about that ? Were they going to tell Dream ? Dream always tried to get him to tranform, wanting to see his dragon form, as a confirmation whether it really changed or not, were they going to tell him that he never became that gigantic beast he always described ? Were they going to reveal everything ? No, no they wouldn't, he trusted them not to, he really did... but what if they made a mistake ? What if they said it by accident and Dream heard ? What then ? Would he try even more to tire him ? Would he attack with more fierce ? Would the news spread across the multiverse ? Would he be mocked by everyone again ? What would he do if his lie crumbled, if his only defense fell down ? Where would he hide ? Could he even hide anymore ? He didn't have anywhere to go aside from his castle, but could he hide here ? Or would the castle be attacked if the people knew there wasn't any real threat ? Would he lose his home again ? Would he lose his only safe place ? Would he lose his friends... ?

He almost fell when he felt someone push him forward, a gasp of surprise leaving him as he was abruptly brought back to reality: a portal to the castle was open in front of him, Horror was behind him forcing him to move, Dust was maintaining the stars at distance with sharp bones and blasters, Killer was halfway through the portal, and Cross was next to it looking at him worryingly.

- Boss we're retreating ! Did you not hear me call you ?! He grabbed his arm to pull him in the portal.

The others rapidly followed, and Cross closed the path before anyone else could enter. They were back in the living room.

- Are you okay 'Mare ? Killer asked, coming to him to check his shoulder, you zoned out pretty hard out there... is... do you want to talk about it... ?

They were all looking at him, and he didn't know what to say. He didn't hear them call him, he didn't see Cross opening the portal and only reacted when Horror pushed him. He could have gotten them hurt because his thoughts wouldn't give him a break, and now they were worried about him again. He felt awful, he couldn't protect them in his dragon form and he could have gotten them hurt in his skeletal form. He shouldn't be with them.

- I... I'm fine, I just... I need... some time, alone... he mumbled, taking a few steps back.

He saw Horror begin to reach for him and dodged his hand, going past him to hurry to his room, not wanting to feel their gaze on him any longer. Seriously what would they think of him now ? He had sunken so low...

He didn't want to be a burden, it was really the last thing he ever wanted, especially to them, but he couldn't help but fear they would end up seeing him as one, as someone they had to protect instead of someone they could count on. He had tried to persuade himself that they would never do that, that he trusted them and that they were loyal, but these thoughts kept coming back and they wouldn't let him breath.

And now, because of these polluted thoughts, he was alone in an AU, one week after their raid, to go on a solo negativity run. He could do it himself, he didn't need them, he didn't need their protection, he didn't need them getting hurt for his sake. He would be fine, it would just be a small run, as he always did...

Killer sighed, sitting back up on the couch. Nightmare had been in his room the whole week and barely came out to eat while speaking as little as possible. He was worried about him, they all were, they didn't like that he didn't say anything. They weren't expecting a speech, but if only he could tell them how he felt so they could find a proper way to apologize instead of staying silent. All they wanted was to know what they could do for him, what he wanted, did he want them to never talk about it again ? Did he want them to leave ? Did he want them to swear their loyalty a new time ? They didn't know what he would want and they didn't want to make a mistake again by doing something wrong or inappropriate.

He was about to get up when the sound of a teleportation made him turn his head just in time to see Nightmare crashing on the floor against the armchair, panting heavily, bloody cuts everywhere on his body and arrows in his back.

- Nightmare ?! He exclaimed in chock.

He jumped up, but before he could even rush to his boss's side a blinding purple light erupted from the skeleton's body, making him put his arms in front of his face. When he put them down once the light disappeared, Nightmare wasn't there anymore and in his place laid the tiny dragon, shaking, his fur sticky with blood. The arrows were on the floor next to him, having fallen out in the transformation.

Killer approached slowly, his hands shaking too. Once the dragon spotted him he started growling, his ears flat against his neck.

- It's okay bud, I'm not gonna hurt you... he tried to reassure the dragon as he stopped moving.

The little creature just kept growling, trying to crawl away from him, shaking with all of his members.

- Kills ? I heard you scream, you okay ? Dust asked, arriving in the living room.

He rapidly spotted Nightmare and froze, seeing how the dragon's gaze locked on him.

- What happened ? Why is he hurt ? And why is he a dragon again ?

Killer tried to think, not knowing just what to do, the dragon was scared and hurt and he wanted to help him, but what if they made the same mistake as the first time ? What if they touched the dragon again and Nightmare didn't like that ?

- I- I don't know, I was on the couch and he popped out of nowhere, hurt, and he just transformed... he quickly explained, I think it's a form he takes when he's too weakened ?

The dragon tried to stand up, only to whine in pain and fall on his side again.

- We'll see that later, he needs help. Dust declared, approaching again.

Nightmare growled louder, baring his teeth as a blue light appeared in his mouth.

- It's okay, it's us, we're going to help you.. Dust began but was interrupted by a small fireball.

He jumped to the side to dodge it, noting how the dragon coughed but still prepared another ball. Dust kneeled, looking at Nightmare. Killer didn't move, his whole being was telling him to rush to his side and heal him but that would just make him panic even more and hurt himself. He let Dust try to appease the situation.

- It's okay Night, we just want to help... we'll heal those wounds and then we'll leave you alone... he talked in a soft tone.

The dragon curled further into a ball, breathing out little sparks of blue fire, he looked terrified, his one eyelight fixated on Dust. Did that mean Nightmare didn't trust them anymore ? Did that mean he was scared of them ? Killer's soul clenched at the thought.

- It's okay buddy, it's okay... he kept murmuring as he slowly approached his hand.

The dragon growled louder but didn't make any move to attack, looking back and forth between Dust and his hand until it was just in front of his face. He stared for a while before coming just a little closer, enough to sniff the fingers. Dust didn't move, letting the dragon sniff him and watching him slowly back away again, having stopped growling.

- Kills, go grab the med kit please, and warn the others, he commanded after a few seconds.

Killer nodded, quickly teleporting to the nursery and leaving Dust with Nightmare. The dragon flinched when Killer dissapeared, growling again.

- It's okay, he went to grab stuff to help you, everything's fine. He reassured.

When Killer appeared again he took the plastic case and opened it in front of him to let the dragon see its countenance, while Killer left once more to warn the two remaining skeletons that their boss was hurt and back in his dragon form, and that they should go slowly with him.

Dust took the items he needed one by one, handing each one to the dragon to let him sniff it before putting it down next to him.

- I'm gonna get closer, okay ? He warned.

He slowly approached, staying on the ground as to prevent dominating the dragon with his height. He saw him tense, a fireball starting to form in his mouth before he began coughing again, leaving him whining and shaking.

- Easy bud, easy... it's gonna sting a little, but I promise you'll feel better afterward..

He put disinfectant on a clean cloth and slowly started to clean the drying blood on the dragon's fur, clenching his teeth each time he whined in pain when Dust would clean the wounds.

- I know buddy, I know.. I don't like it either, I'm sorry... he apologized.

He didn't like hurting him, but he had to do it, he had to clean the cuts and bandage them up, he couldn't leave him like that, he just hoped Nightmare would understand...

- I'm almost done...

He finished wrapping the bandages around his paws and abdomen, careful not to tie them too tight, and backed up again. The dragon was shaking, Dust had to take his little sweater off as it was bloody and ripped, and was now curled on the cold stoned floor.

- I brought a cover...

Dust flinched, turning his head around, he didn't notice Cross arriving behind him.

- Is he okay... ? He asked with a shaky voice.

- Yeah... a little shaken up, but he'll be fine... he reassured his friend.

Cross sighed in relief, handing the thick plaid to him. Dust took it and installed it right next to Nightmare, making it so he could crawl inside and be covered.

The dragon stared at them then at the little improvised nest, sniffing the air before slowly, carefully, taking a shaky step towards it. Dust held the entrance opened for him, letting him take his time to crawl in and lay down in a comfortable position before putting the cover down. Only his head poked out. Dust wanted to give him a few pats, to scratch his ear and tell him he had been very brave not moving while he healed him, but he didn't want to risk humiliating Nightmare again, so he didn't.

Horror arrived with a bowl in his hands, Killer came to find him and told him about the situation, so he had decided to prepare something to eat for the little guy, something easy he wouldn't need to chew. He had opted for some plain biscuits broken and mixed with water to make a sort of porridge. He put the bowl down in front of the nest.

- Here, eat a little... he encouraged him, backing down.

Nightmare looked up at him before slowly straightening enough to bend forward and slowly licking the mixture, his little purple tongue looking pale.

They all stayed there, watching over the little dragon as he slept in his small nest. He looked so much smaller like that...

They didn't dare go away, but they didn't dare touch him either, all painfully aware that the last time they did that things only went downhill afterwards and that was why they were at this point now. They always made sure that at least one of them would remain relatively close in case there was a problem, and they all slept in the living room. The dragon kept watching them, not moving from his nest for the first two days, then slowly trying to walk a little, never going too far before coming back to the cover. He would sometimes sit down and look at them with what they could only describe as a pleading look, then go back to lay down when seeing they didn't move to give him what he wanted. What did he want ? They didn't know for sure, they could only assume it was for them to make the pain go away, but they couldn't really do that.

It lasted a whole week, a week of hearing the dragon cry and seeing him so sad at all time, they didn't know what to do. Cross was sitting in the couch when Nightmare got up from his nest and walked over to him, still slow, but already faster than the first days. The dragon came to him and gently headbutted his leg to gain his attention. Cross looked down.

- What's wrong ? Do you need anything ?

He glanced at his bowl, it was still half full, and his bandages were clean. The dragon whined, looking at the soldier.

- I'm sorry, I don't know how to help more...

It pained him to see the small dragon like that and being powerless to make him feel better. Nightmare lifted a paw, tapping it against the couch.

- You want to get on the couch ? He asked.

Nightmare kept looking at him, his paw against the side of the mattress.

- O-Okay, just, please don't move and be careful not to fall...

Cross bent down, very slowly grabbing the dragon by his chest and back paws to put him on the couch next to him.

- Oookay here you go...

Nightmare didn't struggle, waiting to be put down before turning and making his way towards the soldier.

- Where are you going ? Cross confusedly asked.

The dragon didn't stop, carefully climbing Cross's laps to lay down, resting his head on his paws with a little sigh. Cross froze, not daring to move. Was it a good sign ? Nightmare was the one to make the decision, did that mean it was safe ? Could he pet him without it being a bad move ? He wasn't sure, but seeing the dragon so sad was unbearable, and so he gently put a hand on his back, petting him ever so carefully. The little dragon didn't move, closing his eye, a soft purr starting to get heard. Cross was so close to crying, so close to break down completely, he was so worried about Nightmare, so scared to have ruined their relationship, he just wished he understood they meant no harm, and even now they just wanted to help him...

Nightmare didn't move from the couch for the night, rolled up against an arm rest buried under Horror's jacket, he decided he was done sleeping on the ground. They let him do so. He woke up in the morning, before everyone else. He had taken his skeletal form back and kept the jacket around his shoulders.

He looked at them sleeping. They took care of him, they healed him and kept apologizing to the dragon, not forcing any contact, letting him come to them. It... meant a lot.

When they woke up, they quickly spotted that he was back pretty rapidly as their first move in the morning was always check on him. They didn't talk however, letting him begin, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by saying something they shouldn't have when Nightmare made the effort to stay and not lock himself back in his room.

- Go on, I know you have questions... he finally said.

Killer was the first to talk.

- Why didn't you tell us about the dragon... ?

Nightmare looked at him for a moment before looking down, searching for what to say, he sighed; he owed them the truth.

- I was scared of your reaction... my... my dragon form is small, the species is just like that, and... people used that to their advantage... it's not that I didn't trust you, I just... I felt safer with a lie to protect myself...

They listened to him, nodding in understanding.

- But who would hurt such a small creature... ? Cross asked, horrified by the thought of the dragon getting hurt.

Nightmare shivered, feeling some old memories coming back to the surface.

- He's small, easy to kick and hold down... and his fur and antlers are expensive... don't ask me how I know that, please... he answered honestly.

Cross let out a gasp, not wanting to believe such atrocities could have been committed against the small dragon.

- We won't let anyone hurt you like that again, ever, Dust claimed with a resigned tone.

Nightmare looked at him. Horror agreed.

- We'll protect you, promise... no one... will touch you... he confirmed.

Nightmare let the words sink in for a moment, before feeling himself smile a little and nod.

- Thanks...

- We're sorry for what we did, we didn't mean any harm, we would never... Dust apologized again.

- I know... he chuckled, you'll have to apologize to the dragon too, he wasn't happy with the lack of attention this week..

The little commentary helped appease the tension in the air and they all could breath and talk like they all used to talk together, spending the whole morning just calmly discussing on the couches...

Nightmare would need time to get used to letting his dragon form out more often, but his friends seemed to genuinely like him very much, and the dragon liked them just as much as he liked them, so maybe it was for the greater good...

- Does he have a name ?! Killer exclaimed.

- I... don't think so ? Nightmare replied.

He never wondered if the dragon had a name of his own or if they shared the same. Not that it ever mattered.

- Can I call him Lord Noot ?! He proposed excitedly.

- No you may not, Nightmare refused.

Killer whined with a pouty face, making the others laugh.

Yeah, maybe it wouldn't be that bad...

[i314flix]

the one where jake seresin likes to call it ‘welfare checks’ whenever he’s checking how you are—but let’s be real, everyone knows that it’s only an excuse he uses because he can’t seem to erase the uneasiness he feels whenever he knows you’re not fine.

pairing: jake seresin x fem!reader

word count: 5.8k

rating: NC-17

content: fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers au; ft. naval aviator!reader

warning/s: swearing, alcohol consumption, making out, sexual innuendos, daddy issues(?), mentions of feeling pressured, mentions of drunk driving (nobody drunk drives here though), mention of a near death experience, most likely wrong info about naval aviators and the nature of their job sksks i'm sorry this is strictly fiction okAY

opening note. idk how this ended up being almost 6k LMAO. but anyways, i was so inspired to write this one scene (which you can read below) and ended up just adding so many details and back story that now here we are???? hope you guys like it though! jake seresin brain rot is real and i'm admittedly a goner for—as glen once put it—navy draco malfoy 😭

Jake knocks on your door three times, patiently waiting and looking around the street as if he’s afraid that someone followed him here. He knows that it’s unwise to be at your doorstep at this hour, but he was done eavesdropping and subtly asking around about your absence, bothered that it’s been almost a week and you haven’t been attending training like you should be. He heard Phoenix tell Bob that you were taking a short break because of the near-death experience you had while flying along the course last time, in fact almost quitting entirely if it weren’t for Maverick who instead offered you to breathe for a few days and then come back to see if you still wanted out of the mission. You were considered by your fellow TOPGUN graduates to be one of the captain’s top candidates to lead the mission, so Jake understood why Maverick didn’t let you off the hook that easily.

A few seconds pass and he contemplates on knocking again or leaving, deeming this idea as ridiculous—but then he sees the lights open and you’re peeking through the curtain of the small window beside your front door, disappearing again only to unlock the dozen locks on your door and opening it to greet Jake who meets your gaze immediately.

“What the hell are you doing here?” is the first thing you say, flummoxed by his presence. You and him aren’t exactly the closest among the crew, and there have been several times in which you’ve displayed how annoyed you were by everything Jake either says or does.

“I’m visiting you,” he answers, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?”

“Because you haven’t been in training for a week now. Are you quitting or something?”

You stare at him, appearing in deep thought or perhaps attempting to read his mind, and suddenly, you’re closing the door.

Jake widens his eyes in surprise but is quick to extend a hand out to prevent you from doing so.

“Really?” he complains. “You’re going to slam the door in my face?”

“Look, Hangman,” you begin, sighing and making your tired state known, “if you’re here to give me shit, don’t, because I have no will to show you the patience I typically have on a normal basis.”

“I’m not here to give you shit.”

“Then what are you here for?”

“I told you—I’m visiting.”

“For what? To make sure that I’m not going back so that Maverick can assign you as team leader?”

He rolls his eyes. “No, I’m here to make sure you’re doing okay. I heard you’re doing fine, but I just wanted to see it for myself.”

You’re quiet again, and you revert back to staring at him, as if you’re waiting for him to admit that this is just some prank. Jake doesn’t say anything though, he just returns your stare, appearing sincere for once, worried and waiting for you to realize that he’s not aiming to piss you off every time an opportunity presents itself.

You open the door wider. “Now you see me.”

“You doing good?”

“I’m doing good,” you affirm. “Just… I don’t know. Going through some stuff. Mixed thoughts—feelings—I don’t think you’d understand.”

“Try me.”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“I’m here and it’s past 11 p.m.,” he says. “If I didn’t want to be bothered, I would have done this welfare check another time.”

You snort at the term he used in visiting you. “Are you sure? You don’t peg me as a good listener, to be honest. I don’t want to pour my heart out and end up listening to your life story instead.”

“I’m not like that. I could be a good listener if I tolerate the person enough.”

“You hate me, though.”

He laughs. “I don’t hate you, Goldie.”

Goldie. Jake liked your call sign because he liked the way you scowled whenever he was the one who utters it. The story behind the name was that your very first squadron saw a picture of you wearing these ridiculous platform gold sneakers when they were snooping around your Facebook profile, finding a photograph taken years ago by your mother at some family gathering you no longer remember. Eventually the joke turned into them calling you Goldie, and when the callsign review board was held, every member of the squadron voted for it to be your call sign and got it approved.

“I find that hard to believe,” you say. 

“I just like driving you insane,” he admits with a smirk, and now you’re more reminded of the Hangman you know. “It gives me great pleasure to get under your skin. You never know how to fake that look on your face whenever you’re mad—it’s very funny.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Sure.” He shrugs.

The edges of your mouth twitch. “Fine, come in. I have beer. Or wine if that’s what you prefer.”

Jake contemplates about it—because like what he thought of earlier when he arrived on your porch, it’s unwise to be here. It wasn’t like in TOPGUN or the Hard Deck wherein there were other people around you for him to always be cautious of his actions; he’s afraid that he slips up or let his repressed romantic interest in you get the best of him since he has you alone.

At the same time however, he just didn’t care enough about the consequences for him to miss this chance of getting to know you better. 

“Beer would be nice,” he tells you as he steps inside.

You nod and turn to head to the kitchen.

The house is a standard bungalow. When you walk in, you’re met with the living room, and then a few steps away from that is the kitchen. On the left side of the house, there’s a hallway leading to what Jake assumed to be the bedroom and washroom. He takes a seat on the sofa upon your instruction, scanning his surroundings and taking in the actuality of the situation he allowed himself to be in.

“Here you go.” You hand him an opened beer and he mutters his thanks, watching you go to the chair near him and plop down.

There’s silence, the two of you just drinking. You engage in small talk for a while, conversing about the most trivial things and matters that he’s not that even keen to know. The topic bounces on and on, until he can’t help but finally break it, impatient now and wanting to know what’s really been going on with you for the past few days.

You smile, amused by his little outburst. “You really want to talk about what’s bothering me?”

“I'm certainly not here to drink and talk about how hot it is on the beach.” He points out. “Just get on with it. You don’t have to tell me your whole life story. Just tell me why you’ve been gone since the accident.”

He catches you wince at the mention of an accident. “I’m resting.”

“You’re resting?”

“Yeah. It’s what Maverick wants me to do. He insists that I take a breather and then go back once I’m feeling better.”

“And have you been feeling better?”

“No,” you admit. “Actually, I…” you hesitate, flickering your eyes to Jake who’s listening intently. “Fuck, I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You’re the last person I should be—”

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“I know. But that’s the thing, Hangman,” you say. “I think I have to tell someone about it or else I’ll end up more conflicted about the whole thing. And you know what? You might actually be the right person for this.”

“How come?”

“Because I don’t give a damn whether I have  your approval or not.”

He scoffs out a laugh. “Wow. Thanks, I guess?”

You grin; you loved teasing him as much as he did the same to you. “I’m planning to quit.”

His hand halts as he’s raising it to get another sip of the beer. He didn’t expect you to drop the bomb that quickly. “What?”

“I want to quit.”

“Because of what? Because of a near death experience? I know your record, and this isn’t even the first time you experience an occurrence that involved—”

“It’s the third time,” you clarify before he’s even done speaking. “I promised myself I’d quit if I almost ended up dead three times.”

“That sounds ridiculous. You know that, right?”

“I never wanted to be a fighter pilot, Hangman.” You confess and he’s stunned by the revelation.

It seemed impossible and untrue. You graduated at the top of your class and you have the reputation of being one of the best in the field. Your leadership skills were top tier, your flying was superb, and you were fearless in the face of danger. He didn’t understand how a person who didn’t want this occupation to have all those qualities and be an overall amazing naval aviator.

“You’re lying,” he says, not knowing how to reply to that other than accusing you of being a liar.

You lean back on your chair, bringing your feet up and holding your knees together. “It’s because of my dad. It’s the typical shit you hear about a daughter wanting her dad’s approval. He’s just… he used to be a fighter pilot himself—and then he got into an accident, lost one of his legs after it happened, and got forced to retire.” You bring the rim of your beer bottle to your lips. “I think he was depressed for a while. He didn’t talk that much anymore and when he did, he was always so angry. Mom always encouraged him to talk to a therapist, just to release all the pent up frustration he must be feeling about what happened, but he refused. He didn’t believe in therapy. He was convinced that he could solve it all on his own.

“Anyway, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I thought if I could live the life he couldn’t continue and be a naval aviator myself, he’d feel better—or at least, he’ll be the father I used to have. Turns out I was right. Do you know how much he changed when I told him I sent an application to the Naval Academy? He was so pleased. He did a complete 360. Suddenly, it felt like I was his daughter again. It was clear to me then that if I wasn’t Goldie, I wasn’t anyone worth knowing.” You bite your lip, trying not to get emotional. Jake can see that, noticing how your lips are slightly quivering and how you’re avoiding eye contact. “But in a way, I still had some self-respect left. So that’s why I told myself that if I almost get myself killed in three different instances, I’d quit and I wouldn’t care about what Dad thinks. I’ll just go and live my life how I’d want to live it.”

“And last time was the third time.” He reiterates.

“Yep.”

He nods and downs the last gulps of beer.

There’s that silence again, but it’s not awkward. Jake is absorbing everything you just shared to him and you’re trying not to regret the fact that you told all of that to Jake. It’s a story you’re not used to disclosing to just anyone, especially not to someone like Jake who before this night was the reason why your temper was often brought to its highest limits. Yet you can’t deny that a huge weight has been lifted off your whole body thanks to the impromptu venting session; you appreciate the manner in which he stayed quiet and let you finish talking, not once interrupting and not once taking his attention away from you.

“Does Maverick know about this?” he asks.

“Yeah. I’m already drafting my request for resignation.”

“You know that most of the time, those requests get rejected, right?”

“Yeah.” You groan, finishing your beer as well. “But I don’t care. I’d at least try. Then if they won’t allow me, maybe I’ll just orchestrate a fourth near death experience and—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Jake cuts you off and you raise your eyebrows at him. “I don’t like what you’re implying.”

“I was just joking.”

“It’s not a good joke. You know better than to joke about things like that.” He’s serious, the most serious you’ve seen him in a long time.

He’s right. You know he is and it pains you to admit it to yourself. You swallow hard, abruptly ashamed. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just all over the place these days.”

“It’s fine.”

“I was being stupid.”

“You’re going through a hard time.”

“I’m sorry for trauma dumping.”

“It’s alright, Goldie.”

You stand up, getting his empty bottle and trudging to the kitchen to place them on the counter. “If you want to go, you’re free to. It’s late.”

“I can stay here if you need company.”

You laugh humorlessly. “I don’t need babysitting.”

“It’s not babysitting.” He pushes himself off his seat and follows you. “I just don’t feel good leaving you in this state. You’re clearly not okay.”

“I’m okay,” you correct him. “Like I said, I’m just all over the place these days. I need time alone to think and be sure of what I want to do.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a great loss to the Navy if you quit.”

You snort. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. Why do you think I like pissing you off? It’s because you’re competition. You’re almost as good as me.”

You’re leaning on the counter and Jake’s standing beside you, his hand a few inches from your waist. 

“Actually, I’m better than you, Hangman.” You smirk. “And maybe so is Rooster. He’s certainly better than you when it comes to being a leader.”

“Yeah, but I’m faster than him.”

“You’re reckless compared to him.”

“I can beat him in a dogfight.”

“He doesn’t leave his teammates behind.”

“Yeah, he forces them to go as slow as he is.”

“It’s not a bad thing. He’s being careful.”

“Slow doesn’t equate to being careful.”

“It doesn’t matter. I like him better than you anyways.”

“You like him better? You sure about that?”

You don’t know how it happened but you’re suddenly standing very close to Jake, your faces tilted towards each other that you’re certain if one of you moves any nearer, you’ll end up kissing. You’re reminded of how the squadron often teases you both, saying that the reason you bickered a lot was because of the sexual tension that both of you shared, but you always made an effort to deny it, declaring that there was no way in hell that you saw Hangman in the sense and you’d rather make out with a frog than the said cocky pilot.

Being in this situation with him right now though? After sharing a beer and letting yourself show your most vulnerable side to him? Seeing how genuinely concerned he is for you? How he actually see you as a highly skilled and capable naval aviator? It messes with your head a bit, makes you think that maybe you’re just really excellent with pretending that you’re not affected by his stupidly handsome smile, or drawn to gazing at his toned body whenever he’s in his uniform, or distracted when he’s sputtering off nonsense meant to rile you up and instead you’re noticing how pink his lips are, how soft they must be, how dozens of girls have fallen victim by his charm and how good he must at working those lips of his…

“You’re staring,” he whispers.

Your eyes move up. “What?”

Jake grins, like he understands what’s happening at this second. “You’re staring at my mouth, Goldie,” he says. “Is there something on my mouth?”

You shake your head. Your cheeks are warming up. Your heart is beating faster. You’re aware that he’s teasing, that he wants to get a reaction from you, and you’re annoyed that he’s getting what he wants. “It’s late,” you repeat your statement from earlier. “You should head back. Get some sleep.”

He thankfully steps back and you exhale.

“When are you coming back?” he asks.

“I’m not sure.” You start leading him to the front door. 

Once you’re there and opening the door for him, he stops for a second, looking at you. “Hey, if you need someone to talk to… you can call me, alright?”

You find yourself smiling in amusement. “Tonight doesn’t make us friends, Hangman.”

“Good.” He returns the smile, sly and that teasing glint still in his eyes. “I don’t want to be friends.”

Before you can quip back a reply, he’s saying goodnight and marching down the steps of your porch, going inside his car and driving off.

****

You came back two days later and returned like you never left.

He didn’t talk to you again after that night. You didn’t call if ever you did need someone to talk to, and he didn’t approach you unless he really had something to say. You two weren’t avoiding the other per se; there just wasn’t a need to be within the other’s vicinity nor the obligation to initiate the conversation that much. However, in Jake’s case, he wanted to check on how you were doing, especially after being briefed on why you were having second thoughts about your position in the Navy—he just didn’t think it was okay for him to do so, not when he had a feeling that you didn’t want acknowledge the fact that you did tell him your story out of everyone in the squadron.

Eventually, it was decided and announced by Cyclone that Maverick would be appointed team leader to conduct the mission, seeing him to be the most fit among the graduates he was supposedly training for the job. Maverick chose Phoenix and Bob to accompany him, picked Rooster along with Payback and Fanboy to head the second strike team, and assigned Hangman as the emergency action pilot.

Jake saw how you were disappointed not to be given responsibility for anything for the mission, which didn’t make sense since you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. He figured you must have been looking forward to being appointed nonetheless, maybe driven by your desire to make your father proud still that you were willing to go on this dangerous operation to please him.

“Hey,” you called just as he was about to hop on his aircraft. “Be careful out there, okay?”

He grinned, tilting his head at you in a mocking manner that makes you regret for saying anything. “Are you going soft on me, Goldie?”

You scoffed, but you were flashing him a grin in an instant. “You wish. I just don’t want you to get yourself killed so I can do it myself.”

“Yeah, that’s totally why.”

“Shut up, Bagman.”

He gave you a wink before carrying on with what he was doing while you made a show of rolling your eyes before walking away.

After that, despite how the events weren’t as smooth sailing as you liked, nobody ended up arranging anyone’s funeral and Jake was even hailed as one of the heroes since he successfully saved Maverick and Rooster when they were heading back to the carrier. 

And now, the whole squadron is doing some kind of post-mission celebration. It’s held in the Hard Deck, the bar near the naval base, and as Jake drinks with the rest of the crew and secretly relishes how everyone no longer saw him as only an arrogant pilot but an arrogant and reliable pilot, he finds himself trying to spot you among the crowd of aviators and every significant staff that made this mission successful, wishing he can know what are your thoughts about what has happened today.

“You see Goldie anywhere?” Jake asks Javy, placing the empty bottle of beer on the counter.

Javy scans the area and shakes his head. “No. But I think I saw her going out earlier.”

Jake nods.

Without further ado, he decides to go out of the bar and try starting his search there. He’s grateful he doesn’t need to explore the whole seaside to spot you plodding to where he’s guessing your car is parked, your legs wobbly and all, appearing you’re preoccupied with no regard to your surroundings that allow him to catch up beside you inconspicuously. As soon as you notice him though, you’re blinking multiple times, pausing for you’re surprised to see him here when you know he should be with the others.

“Jake,” you say, and he ignores the odd feelings that erupt in his chest upon hearing his name from your lips. “What are you—”

“Welfare check,” he explains. “Where are you going?”

You laugh out loud. He realizes you’re a bit drunk. “These welfare checks are becoming frequent.”

“It’s the second time. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Two times is too much for you.”

He changes the subject. “You’re not planning to drive home when you’re drunk, are you?” 

“No, I’m not that stupid.” You scoff. “But I was planning to sleep in my car, just until I’m feeling okay to drive.”

“I can drive you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Let me do it anyway.”

You stare at him and he holds the stare, green eyes piercing through yours that you can feel right in your core. You’re mesmerized, caught in the moment, similar to that time in your kitchen, and before you understand your actions, you’re handing him your keys and going to the passenger’s side.

****

You don’t verbally invite him in but he follows you regardless, taking the sign of you opening the door wider for a few seconds as he walks from behind the invitation itself. You allow him to act as some shadow as you cross the living room and go to the kitchen to get a water bottle from the fridge, no words spoken from the both of you, and it’s only when you turn around to say something that it’s dawning onto you how it was maybe a bad idea to have him over.

You trust Jake as a man who won’t take advantage of you, but you don’t trust yourself with the thoughts you’ve been having about him lately. After that night when he did his first ‘welfare check’, you couldn’t shake him off your mind as fast as you usually could; you’ve spent a lot of your free time thinking of him and how you don’t exactly hate being in his presence like you’ve been telling yourself. Worse, you’re considering how you might truly be attracted to his infamous charm, captivated by that Texan accent and confidence whenever he went, steering the attention of everybody in the room.

You watch him take slow strides in your direction. You’re not moving, you’re not attempting to get away, and when he stops directly in front of you, your heart is doing that thing again—palpitating and striving to burst out of your ribcage.

“Are you going forth with your resignation?” he suddenly asks.

“Not yet, I suppose. I talked to Maverick about it today, and he’s offering to endorse me to the Admiral and Vice Admiral to make me an instructor in TOPGUN.”

“And are you taking it?”

“Maybe.”

The lights inside the house aren’t open. It’s only the lamp you had beside your sofa; its warm hue illuminates your faces and creates this sense of intimacy that you can’t brush off. Jake’s expression tells you he’s in deep thought, as if he’s having a dilemma of his own, and you’re under the impression that perhaps he’s confused with what’s going on right now as much as you are.

“If you take that job, then you’re staying here, aren’t you?” he guesses, and you shrug.

“Most likely.”

“Then there’s no chance we’ll be deployed again in the same squadron.”

“I wouldn’t say there’ll never be a chance again but—it’s a high possibility,” you say. “Why? Can’t stand to be directly in the same team as me anymore?”

He chuckles. “Partly.”

“Partly?” you exclaim. “You really don’t like me that much, huh?”

“It’s not that. You think I’d be here if that was the case?”

“You said the other day you didn’t want to be friends.”

“Yeah, and being friends is still the last thing I want with you.”

“Fine by me. My feelings are very much mutual, I assure you.”

“Are you sure? Maybe you’re not understanding what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I mean I’m glad we won’t be placed in the same squadron again because there wouldn’t be a conflict of interest.”

You’re left speechless, the implication of his words causing you to overthink. Is he telling you what you think he’s telling you? Are you completely missing his point? Is he just messing with you? Playing mind tricks to have you wrapped around his finger? Whatever it is—whether your suspicions are right or not—you don’t let yourself think about it further, for this tension between the both of you is heightening and there’s a voice in your head that tells you to kiss him to find out what he really sees you as.

So you do. You kiss him, closing the gap between your lips and throwing your arms around his neck to tug him closer. It’s probably because you’re drunk that you’re brave enough to execute such a crazy gesture; you think how liquid courage indeed does wonders to your brain and your ability to know what’s wrong and right. And you can literally hear the gears in Jake’s brain moving as he stands there, hesitant at first to reciprocate, but eventually succumbing to it with an intensity you didn’t know he’s capable of giving, a hand falling on your hip while the other presses against your cheek, his fingertips inching forward to your hair that you quietly moan at.

Every sense you have is enhanced as the two of you make out. You can discern the pounding of your hearts; you can hear every pleased sound he makes as well as yours; you’re aware of every action he does, what he decides to do with his hands which moves to your waist, to your back, and lower… and even lower than that… 

However, it ends as fast as it starts, and before you can properly react, Jake’s already breaking the kiss.

 He looks grudging. It’s clear that he didn’t want to stop. “You’re drunk,” he whispers, an explanation to why he still did.

“Just tipsy,” you correct, about to try kissing him again but he dodges it, instead placing a lingering kiss on your cheek that spreads chills all over.

“We’re not sleeping together unless you’re sober.” His lips are on your ear, and you’re awfully getting mixed signals. It’s like he’s saying no yet continuously seducing you.

“I’m not that drunk.”

“I drove you home because you are.”

“No, you insisted on driving me home.”

“Because you were planning to sleep in your car, Goldie. Come on, are you seriously arguing with me on this?”

You groan, frustrated. Your head is starting to hurt because of the aftermath of the kiss and the thinking and the analyzing when it comes to what he’s saying to you and the actions he’s showing tonight.  “Am I getting the signals wrong? Isn’t the reason you went here because you want to sleep with me? You just told me you didn’t want to be friends—because obviously, friends don’t fuck.”

Jake’s laughing once more. It certainly doesn’t seem you’re sober from the way you’re talking to him, too blunt and careless. “You didn’t read the signals wrong. I do want to sleep with you.”

“Then why are you rejecting me? I’m practically begging here. It’s goddamn embarrassing.”

“____,” he utters your name, still grinning in amusement yet his features are softer now as he stares at your half-lidded eyes boring into him, “if you were any other girl who’s asking me, I’d gladly sleep with you. You’re not some girl though—and I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“What?”

“I want to date you.”

“Okay, hold on.” You whip your head back in shock but you’re not pushing him away which Jake takes as a good sign. “Are you kidding? You better not be messing with me right now.”

“I’m not messing with you.”

“There’s no way in hell you want to date me, Hangman.”

“I’m pretty sure I do.”

“You don’t even know me that well.”

“It’s not like I’m asking you to elope and run away with me.” He chuckles and steps away, giving you a bit of room to breathe. “I’m just saying I like you and I want to get to know you better.”

You stare at him, waiting for the punchline that’s never going to arrive. “You’re nuts.”

“Hey, you’re the one who kissed me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I thought you only wanted sex!”

“I still want sex.” He smirks and you squint at him in distaste. “But after a couple dates maybe. I take it slow with women I actually like.”

“You take it slow? You?”

“In relationships and in bed—if that’s your thing.”

“God, you’re giving me a migraine.”

You head to the part of the kitchen where you have a pouch of medicine for instances like these. From your peripheral vision, you see Jake already getting your unfinished water bottle to hand it to you as soon as you popped the aspirin in your mouth. 

“We can talk about this tomorrow,” he says. “You should rest.”

“I should wake up from this nightmare.”

“I didn’t know jumping on me and begging for sexual intercourse was part of your nightmares, Goldie.”

“Fuck you.”

He grins. “Go to bed. I’ll leave right after.”

“How are you going back to the Hard Deck?”

“I’ll book an Uber.”

“Okay.”

You let Jake usher you to your bedroom, saying that he’ll visit you first thing in the morning. You tell him that he doesn’t have to bother but he replies that he needs to do another welfare check which you roll your eyes at, reckoning that it was cute the first time but now it was getting old and corny. He just laughs at you, for what seems like the nth time that evening, the reality of what happened between the both of you is beginning to sink in—and you’re not freaking out anymore. You think you kind of like it; you like the idea of Jake taking you seriously and conveying how serious he is by making his intentions clear.

“Good night, darlin’,” he says, brushing a portion of your hair away from your face.

You take a deep breath. You still kind of want to jump on him still but you immediately push those inappropriate thoughts away.

“Good night, Jake.”

****

The next day, a huge part of you genuinely thinks that everything that transpired last night was only an infuriating almost-sex dream. 

You would have slept all day if it wasn’t for the heat of the sunlight seeping through your windows. When you opened your eyes, you saw that it was past 11 a.m. and your head was already killing you, causing you to sit up and head groggily towards the kitchen to wash your face, brush your teeth, and find the aspirin that could help with the headache. You’re the type of person who prevents a matter from worsening while it’s still possible, and you don’t want to spend the rest of your day wincing and complaining about your condition when it could easily be solved.

The moment you swallow the medicine, your brain thinks it’s the perfect time to bombard you with memories of what commenced the day prior. In an instant, you’re remembering the drinking, and then Jake driving you home, that odd tension between you two, and—oh, God. The kiss. The conversation after the kiss. Jake confessing what he felt for you and what he was going to do about it now that he said it out loud.

As if on cue, a knock pulls you away from your thoughts and like a robot, you mechanically go to your door to greet whoever it is that’s on the other side. You don’t even have the energy to peek through the curtains first like you usually do, and you realize that it’s a huge mistake that you forgot that step because once you’re swinging the door open, there’s Jake on your porch.

“Woah, not so fast.” He puts a firm hand on your door as you attempt to shut it on his face, very reminiscent of the other night. “I see you’re not planning on using an amnesia card on me because of yesterday.”

You grimace at the reminder. “Go away. My head hurts and I can’t deal with you today.”

“Good thing I bought hangover soup then. Can I come in?”

“No.”

“What if I say please?”

“Still no.”

“Alright, come on,” he’s still resisting the force you’re putting on the door to close it, “at least take the soup.”

You glance at the paper bag he’s holding and reach for it. However, he slyly moves it to the opposite direction.

“Hangman.” You grit your teeth.

“If you’re taking the soup…” he trails, “then that means you’re agreeing to a date. Will you still take it?”

It’s ridiculous. It’s such a middle school tactic, you think—yet there’s a little something fluttering inside your chest, a bit amused at how Jake is approaching this. There’s truly nothing like a man who goes out of character for the woman he adores; from the manner in which he’s acting, it’s apparent that he’s not afraid to show you a side of his personality that isn’t the usual macho, cocky, and self-absorbed one. Somehow, even if you’re aware that he’s going towards the cheesy route, you’re digging it.

With a roll of your eyes, you snatch the paper bag from his grasp and saunter back to your kitchen.

“Are you coming in or what?” you call, noticing that he hasn’t stepped in.

He strides to where you are, this cheeky look on his face as he reverts to his standard overconfident self. You remark how he goes after you, soon caging you by the sink while you’re getting the utensils from its designated cabinet to use for this so-called hangover soup he brought with him. You’re not fazed despite the proximity and how this scene mirrors last night when you face him, even raising your chin a bit higher to appear further composed.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says.

Jake makes a familiar show of his eyes flashing from your eyes to your lips, smirking, and just when you think he’s leaning down to continue where you left off, you tease him by placing a palm on his face and gently shoving his face away.

“Shut up, Bagman.”

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[admiral-mason]

Ultra-Impact Part 3

Idea based on @valeriele3's Live Stream post.

Forgot to mention this in the last posts (I've edited in though), but reader is Gender Neutral (GN)

Warning: Violence and gore. Also Hakita saying things that he likely has never said.

0-2 0-3 << YOU ARE HERE 0-4

PRELUDE /// THIRD WEIGHT OF TWO WORLDS

TWO WORLDS ARE BINDED THROUGH A SINGULAR SCREEN.

A complete and utter destruction of the senses.

This is the best way to describe the current event: V1 blasting the absolute hell out of the 3AM Among Us Potion Knights of Favonius with his arsenal. Peeking from behind a rock at a distance, you watched V1 blast a swordsman Knight in the face with its shotgun before parrying an arrow from another and shooting him with the revolver.

It then proceeded to ground slam into a small group of them before knuckleblasting them, leaving nothing behind but guts and blood puddles on the floor (and you wincing silently). Then, Amber manages to land an arrow on V1; unfortunately, it harmlessly bounces right off and V1 turns its camera-like head right at her and swaps to its Sawn-On shotgun. As you slowly looked away, flesh squelching and bone breaking accompanied the outrider's screeching screams of agony.

In the head of the battle, you attempted to gather your thoughts and deal with the pain in the right arm thanks to Amber's arrow. Is this how it felt to witness Ultrakill in real life? You never expected weapons such as the Knuckleblaster and shotgun to create ear-piercing noise that no Earth weapon matched.

You also noticed how V1 never used any explosive damage; not even projectile boosts, despite its ease of accomplishment. In fact, its current actions force the Knights to focus on it and not you. Perhaps Teyvat sent it here to guard you in this Impostor SAGAU world. Your arrow pain dwindled quicker than normal too; probably another random little power gimmick.

However, your time to dwell on such thoughts ran out when noises best described in the onomatopoeia "BRRRRRRRTTT" followed by the sounds of penetrated flesh resounded in the air. Peeking over your rock, you witnessed V1 blast the last of the Knights including Kaeya with its nailgun.

Looking at the carnage V1 left in its wake, you noticed something bizarre.

Instead of laying limp, the blood and flesh of the dead knights began fading away into glowing red dust.

Much of [streaming platform] buffered and suffered an outage for a good couple of hours, with the cause of the sudden shutdown leaving even the site's administrators and management team fumbling in confusion.

Coincidentally, many users reported that their instances of the game Ultrakill suddenly crashed and refused to boot up afterward despite their computer and Steam page acting normally. Hakita put out an official statement regarding the matter:

"Okay, I will be real. I can't do anything to the game on my end either. I can't edit it, open any files, get assets, hell even all of my videos on my YouTube channel are missing without reason. So for now, all we have access to is this Discord server."

(Some people thought that he did this after a petition to reconstruct V2 exceeded twice its supporters)

A few people watching your stream coincidentally noted that it suddenly ended without explanation before [streaming platform] died.

The combination of these events spurred mass panic on the internet; Videos theorizing that some foreign nation or 'master hacker' committed a cyber attack to steal valuable information ran rampant on Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, you name it. Meanwhile, users on [streaming platform] took to platforms such as Reddit and Discord to share their perspectives on what happened, with a select few even touting that God had shut the sites down as a warning to humanity's current sins.

Thankfully, the anomalous instances reverted and disappeared in a few hours, except for your account on [streaming platform]. Instead of displaying your past streams, it simply displayed a single live stream:

THE FIRE IS LIT.

It bore a thumbnail shot of what appeared to be somewhere in Genshin, looking at a small camp with a tent, a campfire, and a pot boiling over said campfire. The chat slowly started with one or two messages before rapidly exploding with "what is this" or "what happened" responses or something along those lines. Then, two familiar figures showed up on-screen:

It was you and V1, and the latter carried you in a bridal style.

Of all the things you expected to do in life, having V1 bridal-style carrying you wasn't on the list. After it killed all the Knights of Favonius, it took your right arm and inspected the area injured by the arrow before swiftly pulling it out much to your discomfort.

After you gritted your teeth and grimaced in response to the sudden pain, V1 made a small dent in one of its arms allowing its blood to flow onto your wound. Miraculously, the blood let the injured area grow back and your pain rapidly dissipated leaving you both amazed and bewildered.

During this time, you noted how V1 managed to fit its three left arms all placed on its side; a sort of circular device connecting the arms to the torso allowed them to cycle between one another.

V1 then let you go and handed you a revolver; specifically, the regular Sharpshooter revolver. "For me?" You asked the supreme machine, pointing to yourself as you did so. It simply nodded in response and gestured for you to take it. You did and put the electric gun in your right pants pocket, hoping no misfires occur.

Once that happened, V1 suddenly scooped you into its arms before dash-jumping away with you deeper into the forest. Oddly enough, the smell of a soup or stew grew ever stronger the more distance you two covered in the woods. After a couple of minutes, V1 put you down at your destination.

The robot brought you to a campsite with an open campfire and a pot over said fire. It's safe to assume that the pot contained the soup or stew that currently emanates the smell. A crude tent seemingly stolen from an adventurer stood behind the fire.

The last noteworthy object in the area caught your attention: a black-and-white splotched Terminal. Located right next to the tent, the terminal displayed your Twitch chat on the left side and its main screen on the right. Once you stood in front of it, it printed out:

"GREETINGS, GODFATHER. PLEASE TAKE SOME TIME TO INTERACT WITH YOUR FOLLOWERS IN THE OTHER WORLD."

A camera then revealed itself above the screen and you knew what you had to do. Stepping in front of the camera, you waved. "Hello? Chat can you see me??"

And then, the floodgates busted wide open.

Adm!ra1-M4son: Oh my god GUYS OUR BOY'S ALIVE

johnifer: Holy shizzle drizzle crick crack he's fucking alive

valeriele3 donated $5.00: "Oh my god! Are you okay??"

"Yeah- I'm fine. Thanks for the donation by the way even if I have no idea how to use it right now..."

V1 then proceeded to make itself known as well. Moving you a bit to the side, it waved both of its hands seemingly eager to introduce you to your fans. The chat went wild again.

hiraya: omg is that V1??

LiNk29: Nah man bro got isekaid with the gopro...

BeeseChurger: SOMEONE SEND THIS TO HAKITA RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

Yuormethor: On it chief.

Simply put, this strange terminal allowed you to see your Twitch followers again, which was nice. V1 then left its spot in front of the terminal and checked on the pot. Sure enough, when you moved on over to it, there was a soup with radishes and tomatoes as its main ingredients. V1 likely got them from theft, but you didn't care- food is food after all.

The robot used a ladle in the pot to scoop some stew into a wooden bowl, which it then handed to you along with a spoon. Taking in its aroma, smells of radishes, tomatoes, and some mint filled your nose and you slowly took a small sip.

(A/N: Guess the soup.)

The soup's taste bore both a tart and sweet flavor, with a little bit of refreshment with some added mint. As you savor your first meal in Teyvat, your chat watches you do so.

kpfjillion: give me that fucking soup

XxcSHARPxX: Give this man peace for the Impostor SAGAU shit he's gonna come across lmfao

hiraya: he'll be fine! I'm sure of it.

After the fifth sip, you heard mechanical footsteps behind you before they stopped. You turned around and saw a familiar adversary V1 fought, and the two of you stared into each other's gaze.

"Well, nice to meet you in person, godfather."

V2.

Taglist: @valeriele3, @bunniotomia, @feetusdeletussthenyeetus

[theolmtales]

That asshole teammate (That's you) Part 2 (AFAB Reader)

Hey, I'm back with some half-new food. Some people request a part 2 to my previous Ganji OS & I said that IF I get some ideas I might write something. Well turns out I did have some, so here ya go.

I hope you guys enjoy this small part 2 & that it is to your liking:)

I keep forgetting the word chest & writing torso. Sorry for all the non sexy anatomy words that I probably forgot. I’m in the science field.

Ganji X Reader

Summary:

After your heated ''conversation'' with Ganji, you started to be a little more cooperative & nice toward him & the others. Well, in your own way. & mostly with him. But old habits die hard & it didn't take you long to start avoiding him. The reason? Well it's up to Ganji to find out, if he can catch you that is.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

To say Ganji was annoyed was an understatement. He wasn’t angry. Definitely not. He was just slightly boiling inside. The reason? You. What else honestly?

After the… events from that night, he had expected you to tone down your attitude. If not with the others, at least with him. There had been some heartfelt confession that night, after all. Nothing close to love, but he had hoped the two of you would get along better.

The following days were indeed better, but it didn’t last. A couple of days was all it took for you to revert to your insufferable self. But now you were avoiding him on top of it!

It wasn’t regret from the night; you had more than enough gut to tell him to his face & you weren’t scared or jumpy near him. No, it was something else. Was he at fault? No, you wouldn’t be hiding, you would be throwing it at his face with that annoying smirk of yours.

Ganji had been racking his brain for a couple of weeks now. Unable to put his finger on your change of attitude.

At first you were completely normal. A little bit of red on the ears and an annoyed look when he would smirk at you. Honestly, he was loving the shift in this dynamic. You were still harsh, but there was a lot less bite to it. Unless someone messes up bad.

The biggest change was probably the fact that you were teaming up with him now. You two were killing it. Or dying like complete morons sometimes… You still need a little more oil in the engine of teaming up. But not that much, guess all that time bickering at each other before was paying off in a surprisingly effective way.

But now you had made a 180-degree turn. Sitting as far away from him at the waiting table & doing everything in your power to not team-up. Unless absolutely necessary… At least you didn’t revert back 100%. But the weirdest part was the… silent treatment? He saw you gave shit to another teammate, but him? None of his recent mistakes came with a comment. Not even a little tsk.

He had try talking to you. But either you would make sure other people were around or you were quick to disappear. For all that noise you made to attract the hunter you were a stealthy motherfucker.

As for your room, well, it was hard to find. Nobody ever bother to know were you where & it turns out your room was in a very recluse spot. You had to make a certain number of turns in a specific order. Turn out that’s how the less social survivors had their room arranged in this ever-changing manor.

Honestly, the first time he found your room it was by accident. He had nothing better to do & decided to roam endlessly to try & find you. He got you just as you were closing the door behind you. Knocking (& trying to knock the door down) prove unsuccessful. He had heard sound coming from inside, so he knew you were there & saw correctly.

After that, you got a few days break because he couldn’t find your room anymore. It’s Orpheus who told him how it worked, he said he didn’t know what your pattern was, but that he knew of one. Fucker gave him Aesop’s pattern. Now he was sure Orpheus knew about your pattern.

& thus, it took him a couple more days to find your room again. He tried to go by memory, but he had to gave up & find Orpheus. He told him he came right on time; he just found another pattern… Yeah sure.

Once he found it, he tried to talk through the door. But either you weren’t there, or you refused to answer. Man, you were so stubborn. Now that he thinks about it, most of your problems could probably be solve if you would just stop being such an ass. Literally.

He even tried to stand all day in front of the door. Angry looking. He was stubborn too.

But alas, here he was again. Waiting. Though this time he was hiding farther away, in a corner. You would have no choice but to pass by his hiding spot. He was waiting like a predator for its prey. This time you weren’t escaping & you two were going to talk this out. Oh, you were so getting it by the end of it.

To pass time, he was trying to figure out if something had happened when you change demeanor. But the only thing he could think off was that you start avoiding him the same time you could sit normally again.

…It couldn’t be that, right? Ok he did go harder on you, put that was the accumulation of months of anger from your shitty attitude. He wasn’t planning on doing that again. Hell, he wasn’t planning on having any type of love related relationship with you, he just didn’t want you to go breaking down. You were always making sure everybody was as safe as they could be, without any regard to your own well being. Hence the awful attitude, to make sure you didn’t become close to anybody. The breaking your back part was just an unexpected turn of events. You deserved it.

Suddenly he ears the sound of a door cracking open. He stops moving & breathing. Silence. Then the sound is followed by a pair of hesitant footsteps & the noise of a door closing. Then, the footstep grows closer et more confident.

You barely turn the corner before realizing that there is someone. Your eyes rising to meet the person’s face. But at the same time, you register who it is from the clothing. Your eyes widen in surprise.

‘‘Shit.’’

You barely got time to put one step behind before Ganji catches you by the arms. Push you in the dark corner & keep you lock in place.

‘‘Well, well… Turn out you’re still alive.’’ He says his left eye twitching in annoyance.

‘‘H-Hey…’’ You speak. Just as it damn on you that you were cooked.

‘‘Don’t you have anything else to say to me?’’

‘‘No idea what you could possibly be talking about. You’re the one stalking me like a creep!’’ You answered trying to divert the subject. Quickly reverting to your protective tactic after the initial shock; being a pain in the ass.

‘‘Seriously, one night together & you’re already drunk on me? Didn’t take you for that type of guy, eh.’’ You look at him, smirking & making sure to look extra arrogant.

 Ganji doesn’t answer, he just stands there. His eyes fixed on you while you can feel his grip on you becoming stronger. His fingers digging into your skin.

You’re getting a little anxious from the serious stare he gives you, but your do your best not to break character. Then, he comes closer to you, until he’s only a few inches away from your face.

‘‘I thought we were past that point, you & I. Now, what is it?’’

‘‘What is what?’’ You’re a liar. ‘‘You & I had a little bit of fun in the infirmary & now you think I’m going to be your little cock drunk thing? Please. Your dick ain’t that special.’’ You continue, ending your sentence with a scoff.

Ganji refrain from rolling his eyes, but you can feel it in his gaze. ‘‘I’m not talking about that part & you know it. Why are you avoiding me? You know I’m on your side & you can count on me? If you can’t stop pretending in front of the others at least do it with me. I already told you; you won’t last long if you only make enemies.’’ His voice was harsh, but calm.

A look of shock makes it’s way on your face, you’re trying to think of something quick to retort. But nothing comes to mind. To be honest, you don’t want to hide from him. But you’re too stubborn & wary to be honest. That’s why all of his heartfelt confession about trust from last time got pushed away by your fear. So, you keep playing dumb, even if you know he knows.

‘‘I don’t want your help.’’

False.

‘‘Of course you do.’’ You send him a glare before he continues. ‘‘You just don’t trust people in situations like these.’’

You’re surprised again. It’s exactly what you told him last time you two were in the infirmary. His upper body leaning just slightly forward, his voice deeper & calmer as he follows up with.

‘‘Unlike you I remember what we told each other that night.’’

You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as he looks you in the eyes, it’s seemed to be coming directly from your chest but ignore that part. You fell silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

‘‘…I… didn’t realized you were listening…’’

‘‘What a shitty-ass answer…’’ The look of disdain on his face is a stark contrast from his previous anger one. How dare he react that way.

‘‘What do you want me to say!?! I’m being the worse person I can possibly be to you & out of nowhere you tell me you trust me & I should do the same? That’s sketchy as fuck man! & I’m not talking about the part, right after, where you jump on me! How am I supposed to interpret that!?! That’s some weird kink you got there!!!’’ You’re too taken aback to think clearly & you’re on auto pilot. Half being a dick, half being truthful.

Ganji eye twitch again under your half-hearted insult.

‘‘Can’t you just accept defeat? You’re trying too hard now.’’

His calm, yet annoyed, helps you regain your senses. But you still keep that frown of yours.

‘‘…After a while, I figured you probably weren’t that serious about it. People say a lot of things on the moment. & what you mean compared to what it means to me can be two very different things. What you said really made me happy, to be able to trust someone. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that it probably didn’t mean that much to you or that you just had ulterior motives, the more the day passes.’’

The silence on Ganji’s end makes you look up at him & gulp. His expression is unreadable, a first. & than, suddenly it explodes.

‘‘THAT WAS IT?!? SERIOUSLY!!!?!’’

He continues. ‘‘You realized how much time I spend at your fucking door trying to understand what was wrong with you!? Or if it was something I did?! But in the end, you’re just shit endling your emotions!!!’’

Well, that was hurtful, true, but hurtful to your pride none the less.

You prepare to bite back, but he interrupts you by leaning his forehead harshly against your own. A forced smile as he speak.

‘‘You are so getting it.’’

You gulp. Oh…

‘‘Get down. Now.’’ He put the emphasise on the last word as he forces you down on your knees. Not like you’re offering that much resistance anyway.

You come face to face with his crotch who is starting to have a visible bulge. You look back up at him but bring your gaze right back to his pants after meeting his stare. You open his pants & free his half-hardened cock the sigh of it making your own crotch twitch.

You start giving it a few pumps, before opening your mouth & giving some unsure licks, getting a feel of the situation. You suddenly feel one of Ganji’s hand leave your shoulder before something grip your hairs & shove you down his length.

Ganji’s cock goes into your mouth without much resistance. Sliding along your tongue & almost hitting the back of your throat while your nose is getting tickled by his pubic hair from how far he pushed you. You have to claw at his legs to get some sort of momentum, because he doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He as your hair in an iron fist as he pushes you down & up his cock.

After a few runs, you’re able to get your foot back & start following his lead. Deciding it’s best to run along. Running your tongue around his shaft in sink with the motion. Lewd noises coming from you each time his dick reaches your throat. The grip on your hair becoming slightly painful as he starts losing himself in the moment. Heavy breathing leaving him while he rests his head on the wall behind him. His eyes closed to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock.

Your own pants are feeling constricted as your excitement grows. But you don’t want to lose your focus on Ganji, too scared he might make your throat even more soar than it will already be. Thus, you opt to grinding your legs together to get some sort of friction, not caring for now if it gets a little painful.

Your moans increase with the stimulation, the vibrations reverberating delightfully onto Ganji’s cock. Suddenly, he ripped you off from his length but keeps your face right in front of it. You use this time to take in more air.

‘‘What are you waiting for? You got a job to finish.’’ His tone is without appeal. You take your hands away from his legs to give him a few expert pumps. It only takes him so much to ejaculate on your face. You already closed your eyes in anticipation, not wanting it to get in your eyes.

While your eyes are closed, Ganji’s makes sure not to miss a second of this show. His cum is covering your face in drops as he holds you still, making sure you can’t avoid it as you keep stimulating him. Trying to milk him as much as you could while he pants.

You even finish with it by opening your mouth catching some of the last spurt. Opening your eyes once he stops and giving a lick to his tips to catch the last droplets before swallowing all of it with your gaze fixed on his predatory one. Cum rolling down your face while his gaze makes your walls clench on nothing, begging for something as it lack stimuli.

‘‘Fuck… You’re so hot.’’ He wasn’t planning on going farther at first. Just wanting to punish you a little while blowing up some steam, but you had a way of making him go harder. & not just with his cock.

You grunt as Ganji’s pushes you up, still holding you by the hairs. Smashing his lips on yours as he get’s your bottom clothing out of the way, before using his callous hands to grab you by the butt & putting your legs around him. You sigh, finally about to get something inside of you to fill the emptiness.

‘‘W-wait’’ you start, trying to break the kissing ‘‘We’re in the middle of the hallway, what if… mnh… see?’’

‘‘&?’’ He answers with that same domineering tone.

‘‘Should have think about that before trying to avoid me.’’ He answers, his lips going down your neck to takes some bites as he aligns you on top of his still hard cock.

Before you can answer anything back with your snarky comebacks, he pushes you down his dick, giving a harsh push as he rams you into the wall to keep both of you steady. The walls shacking a little under his strength & scraping your back slightly. Deciding to go for slower, but more powerful trust, shacking your inside with each one.

He keeps on going until he feels you approaching your climax. One of his hands leaves its hold on your butt, takes the bottom of your top clothing & shove it in your mouth. Letting your stomach & breast in view of his hungry eyes. Then it goes straight to massaging one of your breasts. Fondling & squeezing them. Then, switching to your nipple. Rolling it between his fingers & ending it with a harsh pinch.

He than goes down to meet your clit. Caressing your stomach on its wake. He presses on your clit & follow the rhythm of his trusts. Drawing & pressing circles, followed by some occasional squeeze. Soon your walls are clenching delightfully on his dick & you’re coming all over him.

It doesn’t stop him from trusting into you, on the contrary he put more strength into it. Preventing you from coming down your high & making you come more as you try not to lose your grip on him. A useless attempt, but his strong arm & the wall keeps you in place. Your whines muffle by the piece of clothing in your mouth as a few tears comes down from your eyes.

He keeps on going, his hot breath on your shoulders causing condensation to build up on your skin as he gives you sloppy kisses & bites. Not satisfied, he puts you down but keep a hold of your trembling form. Turning you around & getting back in as he holds you by your waist. His strong grip sure to leaves some bruises later.

You’re pressed, yet again, between Ganji’s firm chest & the walls. The coldness, from the new part of the wall, pressing on your nipples & making them harden. All the while Ganji is back inside you, his hips frantically humping in uncoordinated thrusts, chasing after his end.

After a few more frantic thrust Ganji’s can feel his high getting close again & with a last shove, he comes deep inside of you. Spasming, has he empty what is left of him deep in you. His nails digging in the skin of your waist, while he sunk his teeth right were your neck & shoulder meet.

You two are taking your time regaining your breath, not caring anymore of the risk of someone coming by. One of his hands comes to encircle your belly while his breath his in your ears.

‘‘I swear to my gods, if in a week you start avoiding me again, I’m fucking you on the waiting room in front of our teammates & the hunter.’’

Bonus :

Things that were probably said at one point:

Now that Ganji was thinking about it, you had reverted at the same time your butt had been better. Maybe you just wanted him to spare your bottom.

''Well, if your butt hurt too much, you still got a mouth, no?''

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''If every time you need to apologies, I need to fuck you stupid you won't be able to participate in matches anymore.''

''Hey! I'm not in the wrong! You're just too horny to see it!''

''...''

[mandomaterial]

Miguel when you get turned into a child

This popped into my head and i couldn’t resist writing it! || Masterlist

So first of all it was all an anomaly’s fault, some crazy scientist that shot you with some kind of ray and it turned you into a child almost instantly, the thing was that your memories also reverted to childhood. So there you were, Miguels cute ass girlfriend turned into an even cuter kid. At first Miguel was unsure how to act, but he decided to finish off his enemy and then come pick you up. So he just shot you a calming look saying, “Stay here okay? I’ll be right back.” And back he was. He picked you up and sat you on his hip, opening a portal with his other hand. It looked like you were a bit shy as a kid so he tried getting you to open up to him by asking easy questions. The first one being obvious “Hey,.. do you remember me?” You shook your little head and averted your eyes, a bit scared of what just happened. “Um okay, well then I’ll tell you,” he tried to describe your relationship as something other than romantic “I care for you very much and you like me a lot as well, I’ll take care of you until everything is back to normal, okay?” He knew that kids liked being involved in decisions so that’s just what he did, he asked your opinion and you nodded, feeling a little more confident and looking at him. “So what’s your favourite color?” Miguel asked a bunch of simple questions wich you answered with glee every time!

After explaining what happened to his team he proceeded to take you home, to his large penthouse, but not before stoping at a toy store, that you had seen on the way. So now he was standing next to your small form, looking at the different stuffed animals. Up until now, he had carried you up and down the isles, showing you everything that there was to see, he told you that you could pick one thing for being so brave today and he quickly found out that stuffier were your favourite. Miguel suddenly felt a tug on his pants, pulling his attention to you “I- i think I wan that oneee” you pointed up, your little tongue had a little trouble pronouncing some words and Miguel thought that he was gonna die from your cuteness, he smiled and picked you up again, lifting you to the top shelf “Wich one?” You leaned forward almost falling out of his arms, wrapping your little fingers around a brown bunny with a little bow round it’s neck. “Woah, there sweetie, don’t fall off okay?” You nodded softly hugging your bunny “m’kay”. He paid for the toy and sat you back in the car, making sure you buckle your seatbelt.

It was already pretty late so he wasn’t surprised when he found you dozing in the back seat cuddled up to your bunny. The two of you weren’t home yet, Miguel had to make another stop at a child’s clothing store for you. He carefully picked you up from the leather seat, sitting you in his right arm, leaning your head against his shoulder, making sure that you were still sleeping, your tiny snores tickling his ear. He went over to the preschool section and picked out anything that caught his eye, for all he didn’t know how long you were going to stay this size. Wich a bunch of colourful shirts and pants in his basket he walked over to the checkout. The woman there cooed at you “Aww isn’t she just a darling, tired out from a day of fun with dad huh?” Miguel just smiled, agreeing with her and paying for the clothes.

Now with nothing left to do he drove the two of you to his place, parked in the driveway, walked over to the elevator and rode it up to the top floor. You’re ere a comfortable weight in his arms, sleeping on his chest. He brought his hand up to your back and patted you a little, his large hand almost as wide as the small of your back, he cuddled you a bit and to be honest he did it more for himself than you, you were just too a adorable!

Once in his apartment he quickly laid you down on his large soft bed, giving you the softest pillow so that your neck wouldn’t hurt in the morning, he covered you with the blanket and watched you snuggle and nuzzle your rabbit. A little later, after finishing a bit more work he got ready for bed as well. He crashed into bed, rolling over onto his side, when he suddenly felt something small wiggle against his side, he looked down and saw you, fast asleep and comfortable against his warm muscle. Miguel laid one of his arms around your small body and cuddled closer, falling asleep with.

Early next morning he was awaken by something crawling over him and sitting on his chest, suddenly he was shaken away with tiny hands, that barely even moved him. Miguel sat up pulling you with him, “Good morning Cariño” he stroked his fingers through your messy hair carefully untangling it “are you hungry?” “Uh-Uh! Yeah! I wan bweakfast!” You yelled with your cute high pitch voice.

Miguel got up and out of bed, carrying you over to the kitchen, sitting you down on top of the island. He then turned around grabbed a couple fruits and started juggling them, giving you a little show. You on the other hand squealed and giggled in utter joy. Miguel carefully threw an apple at you, wich you caught with two little hands. After that little fun, he started cutting the fruit into little animals, the apple into bunnies, the orange into a snail and the pear into little butterflies. You soft hands clapped in amusement and your smile only grew as you squealed. He put the fruit on a plate and gave you a small cup of fruit yogurt as well. As you ate he started brushing your hair and once it was untangled he parted it in two and started braiding. In the end your hair was beautifully styled with little bows at the ends of your braids.

Miguel decided that he would take a day off work to spend it with you, how could he resist you after all? He took you to the park to play and feed ducks, when it was time for lunch he took out the lunchboxes from his car and sat at a park table with you, helping you cut into your fried chicken with rice, while you were eating he felt your small hand wrap around two of his fingers, showing him that you cared about him. This was still something you did when you were normal and now he’d seen first hand that its a childhood habit, wich just makes it even more adorable.

[forsaken-headcanons]

i ' ve been rotating the idea of an objectified forsaken crossover in my mind for a while , so why not post it here ?

[ major spoilers for objectified ofc . ]

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▪︎ the spectre has no clue how they got there . they ' re effective , though , so they stay .

▪︎ wagyu and citrus are the only survivors who were forsakened as killers [citrus because he has one of the highest kill counts aside from like dynamite / mushroom and wagyu because . well . the parasites . ]

▪︎ ^ if he ' s alone , wagyu ' s body will revert back to his " normal " form [ no visible signs of assimilation ] . elliot thought he was a survivor and tried giving him pizza . he was saved for last that round .

▪︎ whenever he ' s killer , wagyu physically restrains himself from going anywhere near dragonscale in fear of accidentally assimilating her , not knowing assimilation is impossible in the rounds .

▪︎ ^ meanwhile , citrus won ' t exactly go out of his way to spare spool , but might save him for last , due to their bond .

▪︎ dynamite and mushroom find themselves wandering into the forest outside of rounds , due to force of habit . it worries the others .

▪︎ the survivors physically restrain anyone else from trying to stun wagyu , mushroom is the only one allowed to do so because of her assimilation immunity . chance is an exception , due to his gun .

▪︎ dragonscale does not recognize wagyu , due to his bug - like features .

▪︎ shedletsky has tried riding razor once . it did not go well .

▪︎ citrus mainly targets 007n7 and two time , due to being " easy targets " in his eyes .

▪︎ due to her tonic immobility , sharps is usually easy to kill . gum stays close to her due to that fact .

▪︎ fuzzball always has to stay near razor , due to her delirium . razor can and will kill other survivors in her outbursts . c00lkidd is afraid of her .

▪︎ painkiller and fossil have began researching about the spectre . their findings were ... startling to it , so they were found in the lake .

▪︎ sugarcube and c00lkidd get along startlingly well . minty and 007n7 bond over this fact , but brandy carries a grudge against him [ " his kid tries to kill us . " ] .

▪︎ two time has tried to convert sugarcane to the spawn cult . she was afraid of them , so she called her dads . two time had a black eye .

▪︎ spool still has his knife and crowbar . he refuses to stun citrus , though .

▪︎ wagyu hates two time , they remind him of sunny . two time is always the first one dead in his rounds .

i ' ll probably add more in a separate ask , so , may i be known as ' vanilla anon ' ? thank you in advance . stay safe !

I JUST GOT ONTO OBJECTIFIED hi this reminded me to go catch up. I was also kicking my feet and giggling while reading these they all fit so well /silly Objectified and Forsaken crossover fits so well the more I think about it omg.

Wagyu as a Forsaken killer sounds horrifying. Citrus would make use of the damage effects in Forsaken though I can't give examples, can't remember right now. Something like hallucinatory effects. Actually both of them would do that. Actually actually half the cast would have some hallucinations due to the whole starsheet thing

I feel like most of the Objectified cast would be Sentinels, or at least Survivalists with defensive capabilities. At least tougher than ones like 007n7 and Noob. Also Minty and Brandy sharing some form of molotov ability but it works best when they're together forcing them to work together again. Some of characters like Sugarcube or Fuzzball could be Supports but half of them are Sentinels to me

Seeing that this AU puts the Objectified survivors with the Forsaken characters- There's another swords(wo)man on the team with Gum now!! Shedletsky would probably want to duel with her for fun, though Gum wouldn't like him as much. Especially with Sharps. Gum staying with Sharps is so cute,,, Oh and I think John Doe's corrupted form might remind the survivors of the parasites back in Objectified.

I love everything about this hi Razor hi Dynamite and Mushroom hi Fossil and Painki Oh. Oh they're um. hcoughs. hi Dragonscale hi Brandy and Minty!! Also Sugarcube and c00lkidd getting along aww

I yapped a bit much for this (probably my longest post oh gosh) but hi vanilla anon, welcome!! This is good please drop more ideas /nf

[in1-nutshell]

Brainstorm turns wobbles into a sparkling

Or the wobble starts to hurt wobbles

Going with the sparkling prompt!

(Finals have been kicking my behind so badly...)

Hope you enjoy!

Wobbles gets turned into a sparkling

SFW, Platonic, Slight Romance, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Wobbles just wanted to give Brainstorm their thanks for not only fixing their lamp but making it better.

The brilliant scientist had installed a series of soft lullabies, adjusted the lighting setting and made it in their favorite color!

Naturally, Wobbles wanted to do something for him in thanks.

Wobbles knocks and enters the lab. Wobbles: “Hey Brainstorm? Its Wobbles. I was wondering—” Brainstorm: “GET DOWN!” Wobbles: “HUH!?” POW! Wobbles falls onto the ground after a stray light beam hits them straight in the chassis. Brainstorm quickly gets from behind his desk and goes over to where Wobbles was. Brainstorm: “Wobbles? Wobbly? Hey, are you…oh…oh that’s not good…” Wobbles, now a sparkling, is sitting on the floor looking up at him curiously. Brainstorm: “Oh First Aid is not going to like this…”

All Brainstorm was trying to do was figure out what kind of ray gun he made in his sleep depraved state.

Now Wobbles was a sparkling.

Surprising the scientist, Wobbles then stood up… straight and walked to him.

Not wobble but walked!

They weren’t wobbling!

The sparkling looked like a normal sparkling… wait actually they looked more like a speedster sparkling.

But at this stage he wouldn’t have to worry about them running off.

…A silly thought that went out the window the second Wobbles went from 0 to 50 out of the lab.

Since when was Wobbles a speedster!?

Perceptor is in the med bay getting checked up by First Aid. He gets a call from Brainstorm. Perceptor: “Brainstorm if you are stuck upside down again, you are going to have to wait. You know I’m in an appointment.” Brainstorm: “Uh huh yeah, is First Aid with you?” Perceptor puts the call on speaker. Perceptor: “You’re on speaker.” First Aid: “Brainstorm?” Brainstorm: “When were you going to announce that your Amica is a speedster!?” First Aid: “How do you know that?” Perceptor: “Wobbles is a speedster?” First Aid: “That’s not important right now. Brainstorm, how do you know about that?” Brainstorm: “Well… in the hypothetical situation in which I MAY have ACCIDENTALLY reverted Wobbles back to their sparkling form, they may hypothetically be…running around the Lost Light…” First Aid: “…Brain—” CRASH! Whirl pops his helm into the med bay. He points at a passing Ambulon. Whirl: “You sneaky bot! Since when where you and Wobbles going to tell the rest of us that you guys had a sparkling.” Ambulon: “Wobbles had a sparkling!?” First Aid: “I think we found them.”

News about a speedster sparkling quickly goes around the ship.

Only few know that its actually Wobbles.

A fact that gave Ambulon so much relief that he didn’t spark Wobbles and they hid it.

…Though the anxiety came back after finding out the sparkling WAS Wobbles.

Few bots actually managed to find and nearly catch them.

Who knew that speedster sparkling’s had seemingly endless energy to burn.

First Aid personally believed that since the incident, Wobbles had been itching to go fast.

This new, younger and ‘fixed’ form was just what they needed to catch up on so much time without being able to go fast.

Rodimus: “How long has anyone spotted our little fella?” Magnus: “3 hours, 26 minutes and 10 seconds counting.” Drift: “Maybe don’t say that too loud.” Rodimus and Magnus look over at the medical team, specifically First Aid and Ambulon looking the most worried. Rodimus: “Lets just try and focus on returning to the most visited sectors of the ship.” Rodimus goes to give the crew their spots to look at. Meanwhile with someone else… Whirl is sitting on the floor. A very tuckered out sparkling napping in his cockpit. He knows he can tell the others that he found Wobbles trying to get into the medbay. He knows he can tell the others that he found Wobbles 2 hours ago. …But no. Whirl wants chaos.

Eventually Whirl does dramatically find Wobbles from behind a corner.

What was he supposed to do?

He was getting bored.

Definitely not because Ambulon was about to have an anxiety attack and First Aid looked like he was going to snap someone’s helm off.

While the search was happening, Brainstorm, Perceptor and Nautica were working fast to make a ray to return Wobbles back to normal.

There was a bit of discussion about Wobbles wobble and how happy they were without it.

It was ultimately decided that priority number one was to get Wobbles back to their normal self before discussing any other options.

Wobbles wakes up back to normal and wondering why everyone looks so tired and why Ambulon was clinging to them like one of those Earth koala’s… not that they were complaining too much.

A week passes by, and Whirl slips them a couple of pictures he had Rewind take before the ray was finished.

The pictures are in a drawer on the bed stand where two new lamps sit.

Wobbles is now determined to get Brainstorm two drinks.

[holleringfromyourrooftops]

Another thing I want to rant about is the House-Thirteen dynamic that I'm starting to love

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My GOD I loved the episode "The Dig" (s7 ep18) because it features like two of my most favorite characters: House and Thirteen.

I've always been interested in their duo ever since Thirteen left the team and House was trying to win her back in his own House-like way and it was like a game between them. I loved their fights and my god did I love their fights in this episode in particular.

It started off fun with us also being in the dark about WHY Thirteen was in prison but there was always this sense of tension that something deeper was going on, and all the comedy, and diagnoses was just a distraction to drop a bombshell and my god did it DROP.

Of all the things I expected from Thirteen's mouth, I never expected her to say that she killed a man. And obviously, like House, I jumped to the most normal theories and deluded myself into thinking this might be a lie or the guy did OD, but even then I knew something was wrong. Mostly because Thirteen is an exceptional doctor and I doubt she would let anyone die on her watch without being more fucked up over it.

And my doubts were proven right during the scene where Thirteen was crying in the night and House didn't react and just listened. And that speaks a lot: he didn't pretend he was sleeping, he didn't do anything and simply listened and slowly worked out all the information in his head, further proven when House mentions this ("You don't cry at night...") to Thirteen while he was explaining how the man she killed must've been close to her. House is rarely emotional; he's logical and thinks of everything as puzzles and yet we can also see that he was starting to care deeply for Thirteen, even smiling fondly at her in one the previous scenes. Their relationship dynamic was getting more depth and truly it reached its peak when Thirteen finally revealed why she killed her brother.

House didn't react AGAIN; no witty quips, no revulsion, no anything. He just stood there and listened as Thirteen cried, didn't even offer her a hug---because that's who House is, he's logical, he knows that a hug doesn't fix anything so he didn't offer one despite Thirteen needing one.

The loneliness that Thirteen spoke of, her fear of being alone during her final moments, is something House can truly resonate with. He JUST lost the one person whom he thought was going to stick by him, who he thought would love his twisted, diabolical self and who MADE him a better--more happier--person, made him care more about something other than puzzles---and all of that had come crashing down in the form of Cuddy almost dying. I feel like this was truly the first time House was ever scared shitless, ever scared of losing someone so much that it caused his leg pain to spike up and revert back to Vicodin just to show up and be there for her. He truly went through HELL in just a day, stripped to his rawest form, and then left bleeding in his doorway by the one woman he has ever loved and cared for deeply. Of course House understood Thirteen, he was the embodiment of her fear; alone, with no one--except a half-empty bottle of pills--next to you to numb you, even momentarily, from the pain.

So of course House didn't say anything, because he was in that exact situation and simply, refused to tell the cruel truth that he's so used to telling other people. He didn't even comfort her because he was in shock about what she had revealed and what this had made him realise about himself. All he could do was turn around and go back to the competition. Perhaps it was his way of punishing Thirteen for hurting him and drive in the fact that yes, she was going to be alone and die alone, or perhaps he was running away. Regardless, his inability to take action at that moment and Thirteen's hurt at him for not doing anything was probably what Cuddy felt when he showed up stoned and was there for her.

However at the end, we can see how the parallels between what happened with Cuddy and what happend with Thirteen end where House offers that he could euthanize Thirteen if she wanted him too, thus proving Cuddy wrong about how he hasn't changed, how he couldn't change who he was, when in fact that scene alone proved how House had changed from his past mistakes. He offered to euthanize this person whom he cares deeply about, just because he didn't want her to feel lonely--to feel like he did and still do--doesn't matter that House suffers breakdowns even when he loses even one patient (the woman who got caught under the rubble, I dont remember the exact episode) whom he slightly interacted with (sure maybe you could chalk that upto him and Cuddy fighting), he was still willing to step up and be there for Thirteen, and he said this with the most sincere tone he could muster up. He comforted Thirteen with simply his words, something that House had previously stated he was incapable of, and showed emotional maturity in his relationship with Thirteen.

So yes, House did change and perhaps it was Cuddy breaking up with him that made him change the most---to allow himself to be a part of other people's lives, to empathize and care for them and even TRY to be there for them emotionally even though he had earlier told Wilson that he sucked at comforting people. Or perhaps, House has always been that kind of person and it took him years to finally let that side out.

[soveryanon]

Akai mostly hanging around Yuusaku&Yukiko lately is catnip to me.

I love how Yukiko keeps gushing about how handsome Akai is - to her husband, in front of her kid, in front of the whole world on camera airing live while impersonating her husband, no shame whatsoever, Yukiko is living her best life.

It had also been her first impression ten years ago!

Courtesy of Sera, we know that Yukiko was wearing make-up when visiting Akai-Subaru to help him with his disguise~ (And that's not a glass for water, uh).

(GA also said he liked to think that Yukiko calls Akai "Shuu-chan"... SHUU-CHAN...)

Akai himself is shown mostly appreciative of her help, and a bit amused!

And Yuusaku.

There is something incredibly insane about Yuusaku having written a whole script, BLATANTLY BASED ON AKAI, that went on to receive a PRESTIGIOUS AWARD, while he had heard about Akai's existence a few months ago (at most)?

"Wizard of the Ripples" wasn't only about the two future Silver Bullets meeting; it was also Akai&Yuusaku (and Shinichi) solving the case in parallel, without meeting, with Yukiko as the only witness.

And Yuusaku&Akai have been talking and theorizing together - they're the ones who got the "KARASUMA" riddle, and Yuusaku&Yukiko immediately teamed up with Akai when they thought Vermouth could be after them (bringing the rest of the FBI along, but we saw Akai directing the bug-sweeping operations afterward and he had stayed with the Kudous in their room).

Much to Conan's dismay, Yuusaku&Yukiko&Akai have been in cahoots together... and inflicted the Akai&Shinichi Strategy on Shinichi himself.

Look at Conan being kept of the loop, for once - he might have engineered the meeting between Furuya and Akai&the Kudous (Furuya, at least, estimated that he was behind it), but he doesn't know enough of what transpired since... he doesn't get the "tea party" reference (Yukiko asking around which tea the guests would like to drink).

And in return, Akai has so much respect for Yuusaku's strategizing... that he has no problem receiving small dispatching orders from Yuusaku, and that he doesn't hesitate to tell his own boss to wait it out for Yuusaku's advice. Just normal things to do, he's basically the Kudous' (watch)dog at this point!

(Akai still thinks that the FBI plans tend to suck, but NOW he has someone they can refer to for guidance.)

I love the small details added in the anime adaptation that Furuya was absolutely dumbfounded upon seeing the Kudous, when he infiltrated the manor, and seeked out confirmation from Akai that what was unfolding was actually happening for real. Akai's little nod, as he's vouching for Yuusaku&Yukiko!

^that's his "Aren't my sugar parents cool, Rei-kun? :D" face.

It's also extremely logical that, since the Kudous are back, Akai doesn't need to stay disguised as "Subaru" while indoors anymore (the Kudous can now answer and welcome any guest, invited or not)... but it also means that Akai is now seen roaming inside of the house WITH HIS HAIR BARE TO THE WORLD AND IN COSY SWEATERS, AND???

This is absolutely depraved, coming from him?!

(HIS BARE! HAIR! WITHOUT THE BEANIE?! SHOWING HIS MOST INTIMATE PART?!)

(It also makes me emotional that he seems to be reverting to a fashion style that feels like home - very close to Tsutomu 17 years ago. He's fine! He's in his healing arc, being sugarbabied and offered tea and mystery to solve!)

My overall points are:

the first episodes with Yuusaku&Yukiko gave me the impression that they're in an open relationship, with lots of occasional nonsense and jealousy (and Shinichi knows, guesses too much, doesn't want to hear anything about this nonsense and has been very happy to live far away from it for the last few years)

Akai, who isn't married to his childhood friend, and who has dated TWO DIFFERENT PERSONS, DO YOU REALIZE HOW UNHEARD-OF THAT IS IN THIS UNIVERSE, is the DCMK-verse equivalent of promiscuous.

In conclusion: they fork, your honour.

[pareidolla]

(Explore) Do you have any headcanons for Voice of the Cheated?

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anon dearie ilysm i'm sorry it's been 2 whole months </3 i immediately began typing this post out as soon as i received it, but then not only did i forget to finish it, but practically all of the headcanons i wrote had to be trashed because they related to cheated's role but he is no longer a pirate!!! buddy got his costume changed and i am not telling you what it is ♡♡

but yes yes i have a couple headcanons! in no particular order:

01. my cheated has a tail for Reasons™ and it is a great source of misfortune of him. he already has a lousy poker face, but even if he manages to keep it together, anyone can easily intuit how he's feeling from its swaying or thumping. not to mention how often people step on it (most accidentally, cold and opportunist not accidentally)

02. my voice's "true" form are mirror shards while their physical bodies are something akin to homuculi/puppets. if harmed beyond a certain threshold then the affected body part will shatter completely rather than simply bleed out. normally, if the shard is healthy, then reverting back to shard form will reverse the injury, but cheated's shard is so ridiculously pure that shattered parts will mend on their own! even when he fully shatters, which is relatively easy for him to do, it only takes a half-hour to recover, as opposed to the days or weeks that others may need.

this is also a great source of misfortune for him ♡ according to razor this makes him the perfect little pin-cushion. the glass shattering makes such a pretty, addictive noise and then woo he's right back to do it again. sure, it's fun to battle stubborn, but it takes him forever to shatter, and then the cooldown can take a month. scam! rip-off! her own little guy is the way better deal!

03. speaking of glass shards: cheated and flinching are brother and sister! all of the voices came from the same mirror, but cheated's shard cracked twice, first forming him and then flinching. while the demo voices remained dormant throughout the game, most of cheated's personality is unconsciously founded in complementing and protecting his sister. whereas flinching would hesitate to shoot a gun, cheated would snatch it from her grasp to fire immediately -- and then she watches in horror as the bullet ricochets off a pipe and hits him square in the knee. chichi twins ♡♡

04. cheated is a stiff in that he doesn't drink or smoke (his suffering will be done raw, thank you), but he absolutely adores gambling. he will swear up and down that he can stop at any time, and he doesn't even like it that much, yet he'll make a beeline for the nearest slot machine and have to be wrestled out of the chair. please, he can't just leave now, he's already sunk so much money into this, please just one more pull--

05. contrary to his appearance (and princess), cheated likes cute things! he's a bit shy about expressing his interest in coquette stuff like ribbons and makeup, but he's very open about caring for the innocent and helpless. the type to leave food out for strays and tries (keyword: tries) not to swear infront of kids. would love for him to team up with damsel for game night.

(kills me that he wouldn't want to wear "girl stuff" since he thinks the other voices pull it off better. everytime i draw cheated i think he would make for such a beautiful woman. i need opportunist to invite him to a drag bar and change his life.)

since it's tangentially connected, i'm ending this off with my favorite headcanon: cheated adores sharks and sleeps with a big shark plush he won at a carnival, whom he has named cap'n crunch ♡

[minniethemoocherda]

Am I Pretty Enough To Fucking Die?

A/N: Sorry it's been a while since I've posted! IRL stuff got kinda busy for a minute! But I hope it was worth the wait! Also this takes place before my last fic "Saying Something Stupid" Xxxxxxx

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They should have realised the first time that they should have died.

They had spent so long in their human form back then that they had nearly been successful in making themselves forget what it was like to be in their natural liquid state. But subconsciously, they mustn't have had, as it was all too easy for Sinister to bring them back from death.

Countless of the countless experiments Sinister put them should have killed them. At times they wished that he had. But as much as it felt like he was trying too kill them, Sinister always brought them back to life.

It wasn't until when Sentinel-Trask shot a fireball at their face, and they heard Logan scream their name in a repeat of that first fatal night, that the thought first came to them. Because whilst the force of having their body ripped apart hurt like hell itself, it could only have been half an hour later that they were able to pull the burnt blobs of their body back together.

Logan refused to leave their side for at least a week after that and whilst Morph wasn't going to complain, they couldn't help but wonder if the extra protection was even necessary.

Morph had no idea about the science behind it but they knew that somehow they didn't need a brain to function. That the few times they reverted back to a full liquid state, just because they didn't have a physical brain to control them, didn't mean they couldn't. Whenever they were in a human form they would create whatever they needed to move their body, such as their heart or lungs or whatever gendered organs they were feeling that day, even though technically they didn't need them to function, as e it would hurt if one of those concocted organs were injured, as it was their cells that were getting damaged, at the end of the day, they could just shift themselves a new one.

They knew that there were other shapeshifters out there. Mystique being the most famous amongst them. Morph had never met her in person but they had read her file. They knew that she could also change their internal organs, it was how Nightcrawler had come into existence after all. And Beast theorised that she could shift at a cellular, maybe even atomic level. But her natural state was still human, a blue skinned and yellow eyed one but human non the less. Whereas Morph's natural state was as a pile of gloop.

Currently they were in what the team saw as their normal form, pale grey skin with a featureless face. The others did know that it wasn't their real form, but Morph doubted that many of them remembered that.

Except for Logan of course, who knew them better than anyone.

They were sitting besides The Wolverine now, a half forgotten game of go-fish scattered across the table between them and bottles of beer keeping them warm against the chill of the evening breeze.

Stealing glances at Logan wasn't anything new for them but this time was different. They gazed at how the last rays of sun illuminated the sharp edge of his nose, wondering how many sunsets that face had seen. Morph believed that Logan was a sight that they would never tire of seeing.

"You gonna keep starin' or are you gonna ask whatever's in that bald head of yours?" Logan grumbled after Morph must have been looking for too long.

The liver and stomach they'd created, digested the alcohol, giving their body a warm buzz, which was probably why Morph didn't think much before opening their mouth.

"When did you realise that you were immortal?"

Judging by the look on Logan's face that wasn't what he had expected them to ask but he answered anyway.

"The first time I remember getting shot in the head."

"Yeah but how did you know, for certain that you were immortal?"

"I don't. Not yet." Logan shrugged. "Beast reckons that gettin' my head cut off would probably do the trick but I ain't plannin' on testin' that out." He then fixed them with those sharp blue eyes of his. "Why?"

Morph took a deep breath. Honestly after coming out as gay and non-binary, this wasn't half as scary.

"I don't think I can die."

"Oh shit." Logan replied after a moment, rare genuine shock crossing his grizzled features. "You sure?"

"Not yet." Morph repeated back to him in his own voice.

"Well I definitely ain't helpin' you test that out either." Logan snorted as though the pair of them were just shooting the breeze, as though this conversation was a completely normal thing to talk about. As thought this was just nothing thing to add to the list of things they had in common like their love of beer, enjoying taking the piss out of Scott and past psychological torture.

But then Logan had always been the only one who understood them. It was what made him so easy to talk to. Almost too easy. Which made it hard not to tell him how they truly felt.

"Looks like you're stuck with me then old man." They said instead.

"Huh." Before Morph had the chance to reflect on that reflective tone, Logan continued. "Well I can think of worse people to be stuck for eternity with."

"Worse then me?" Morph said through the sharp teeth of Sabertooth's mouth.

"If you spend the rest if time dressed up at Creed, I'll kill you myself." Logan said, punctuating his point with the familiar snikt of his claws.

Then the crease in Logan's brow tensed into something sharper.

"Look, sometimes it's harder to be the one who survives. And just 'cus you can't die don't mean you can't feel pain." Logan stated, watching the sun as it finally sunk bellow the horizon.

They both knew that he wasn't talking about the physical kind of pain. It probably wasn't the healthiest conclusion to come to when dealing with ones own mortality or lack there of, but the thought that they couldn't stop coming back to was that it meant that they would never again be able to hurt Logan again with their death.

Then Logan put his claws away, stroking the red of his knuckles as he cleared his throat.

"So don't go looking for new ways to give us all heart attacks alright. I-we don't like seeing you get hurt."

"Trust me I'm not." Morph snorted. "You don't have to worry about me."

Steel blue eyes met their empty grey ones.

"I'll always worry about you."

It wasn't an I love you, and it probably never would be but, promising to care for them for the rest of eternity would most likely be the closest Morph would ever get and they would hold those words forever in their fabricated heart.

Morph honestly hadn't thought too deeply about their new realisation. After coming to terms with their gender and sexuality this was just another thing to add to the long lost of weird shit they'd learnt about themselves.

But it was a comfort to know that whatever life might throw at them, they would always have Logan by their side.

A/N: So the concept of Morph being made of gloop has really stuck in my head and got me thinking how they can function without organs and if they don't need them, then what could actually kill them?? Like they get blasted in the chest in the OG show?? Then Sentinal-Trask blasts them too and we even see them turn to gloop in that shot!!?? So yeah my latest headcanon is that like Logan, they too are potentially immortal! Xxxxxx

[cherrydipp]

hi guys heres my melvin dipp headcanons cuz i cant remember if i ever posted them. been accumulating them for a while now so ignore the poor quality its normally just me ranting whenever i had a thought

- originally tried out for the football but didn’t make it. instead, he joined the track team hence why ponyboy is his number 1 opp.

- brings up sergei whenever he can. “nobody even likes you melvin 😒😒” “SERGEI DOES. 😡” whenever he isn’t around he also accidentally mentions their inside jokes only to be met with pure silence while he laughs by himself… “ts wasnt even funny” “SERGEI IS THE ONYL 1 WHO GETS IT 😡😡😡😡”

- in modern day would be an ipad kid. blockblast brainrotted. bullies kids on fortnite squads gamechat. he tried to play COD but ended up crying when all the grown male adults bullied him in gamechat

- light freckles around his nose and cheeks (very few and VERY light)

- was gifted a pickup line book as a gag gift one year for his birthday… would use the cheesy lines on ace but SERIOUSLY. like hes leaning against the wall and mewwing just to say “if you were a fart, i’d clench you so hard to never let you go 😏” she stared at him in disgust.

- tagteams chet with sergei.

- more outgoing/extroverted but this isn’t necessarily a good thing.

- nevel papperman coded…

- MELVIN DIPP. i whole heartedly stand by melvin being trips younger brother. it’s the reason he tags along every now and then with the socs. seen by them sort of how steve sees ponyboy i’d assume like a tag-a-long. (Brie Leftwich is diaBOLICAL for leading people to believe melvin is chet’s little brother. that’s his OPP!)

- seth from superbad variant

- would have some weird fuck ass pet because his grandma doesn’t want fur everywhere. probably a bird or a gecko.

- melvin is actually dying to be like trip and his friends. he acts annoyed when his grandma makes him go out with trip (hands in pockets puffing out his cheeks WHY) but in reality he’s secretly excited. even if that means he’s just going to be either picked on or ignored the entire time.

- gumball waterson scream: full of voice cracks and high pitched yet hitting puberty scream

- trip when all he can see when he looks melvin is himself despite them being from different dads and looking nothijg alike. its his mannerisms and the way hes become to dependent on cigarettes to get him buzzed reminds trip of himself and alcohol 😴😴😴😴 sinilar bruises blooming over his ribs and cheeks a tell tale sign that hes been getting into fights he cant win 😴😴😴 worrying that the younger is gonna end up in the newspaper the next morning cuz hes digging himself a grave

- melvin has a lisp. he was born with it and did the public school speech classes which somewhat worked but his progress all went to waste cuz of his teeth. he had originally messed up teeth — not to bad but it was bad enough where he had to get it fixed. so when he got braces they literally FUCKED him over. being teased left and right by bob and the others, making fun of his mouth full of metal. not to mention his lisp was still lingering so it just added on. when he finally got them off, he thought he was free at last… little did he know he would have to wear a retainers at night so his teeth don’t revert back. HOWEVER. his grandma FORCES him to wear it ALL THE TIME cuz she’s so worried about all the money she put into those “pearly whites” going to waste. so he has a more noticeable lisp (than he already did because he had one growing up) because of the metal retainer. which, of course, the socs all poke fun at him for. especially when hes pissing them off.

chet: “melvin ‘thut’ the fuck up you ‘thupid’ bitch”

melvin: “😥”

- most definitely one of his weak points. he shuts up as soon as it’s mentioned and his ears/face turn red. FURROWING HIS EYEBROWS. this guy mad ash!!!

- alvin chipmunk variant

- kevin g variant

- gumball waterson variant

- xyler (cosmic earth trip) variant

- sergei and melvin = kurt and ram

- slightly fraser wrwwr coded… very very very slightly……..

- GREG HEFFLEY VARIANT.

- prefers math over reading. he doesn’t really have the attention span to sit around and read a whole novel or scan articles to find evidence. plus, the teacher’s lessons go by soooo slow. math just comes easy to him to the point where he doesn’t need to study and can still achieve a passing grade.

- his eyebrows are permanently furrowed. its so bad boy why do you always look mad as HELL. most of the time it’s pretty subtle but his go to reaction face is DISGUSTED. why are you so judgeMENTAL BOY.

- he would be team logan paul

- tends to jump/threaten greasers who are bigger than him. he thinks he’s tough — thinks he can take them all on his own without anyone’s help, but of course in the end he’s wrong. trip ends up searching around town to find him lying in the lot or in some dingey alley bruised with dried blood on his face. he doesn’t know exactly the reason why he always needs to fight. he just does. it’s an urge that he can’t sustain. maybe it’s to prove something about himself, or to relieve some stress, but glory even Melvin doesn’t know why he’s so reckless. doesn’t know why he ignored Trip’s stern demand to stay home, or why he runs into the rumble. afterward, however, trip checking on melvin after the rumble as he sleeps like peaking his head in and stuff too make sure hes alright 😴😴😴 he was the one to fix him up and tend to his wounds and had been not so silently freaking out the entire time, guilt for the situation coming out in his frustration as melvin continues to tell him he doesnt need help 😴😴😴

- sergei and melvin bromosexual they joke around like regular highschool boys.

- personally, i don’t think ace likes melvin back especially with the way tilly and melody make it out to be. it’s just like a teen boy crush (celebrity crush almost really in a sense), so he’s trying to hit her up and she just glares at him before turning away. he would definitely tell sergei about her though and how he finds her attractive.

- very set on ponyboy and melvin parallels. both on the track team, both strained relationship with their older brother, both no parents, etcetc. also both are CHRONIC smokers. but for different reasons. MELVIN IS NOT THE END OF THE CYCLE. (read dipp brothers lore in case you don’t know). sergei HATES when he smokes strictly because of the smell. it’s terrible and it always lingers on the blond’s clothing.

[szfiction]

What are your favorite ships in Dr. Stone? I love Tsukasen!💖💖💖

Tsukasen is my big favourite as well! I have a couple other more lowkey ships, but Tsukasen is the one that has absolutely corrupted my brain ever since I finished watching the second season.

It's because of how utterly star-crossed they are. Admiring each other from the start, but their ideals keeping them on separate sides of a war, even as they lament that in another life, they could surely have been friends. It's because when they finally do get the chance to be on the same side, it is ripped away from them so soon after it happens, making everything all the more tragic. It's because of how they are in-tune with each other's actions, able to predict what the other might be doing or thinking. It's because Senku was able to deduce what it was that truly motivated Tsukasa for all his life and use that to bring him over to his side, restoring what Tsukasa needed most back to him. Mirai, yes, but also hope for the future, belief that things can get better and there is some good to come from a civilization that looks forward using science. It's because when they fight side by side their strengths compliment each other, and they form the ultimate tag team. Because Tsukasa struggled to stay alive just so he can cherish his alliance with Senku for a little longer. Because they both say how much fun they're having and it becomes apparent they always belonged at each other's side and not opposing one another. It's because Senku promises Tsukasa he'll do anything to bring him back, and Tsukasa trusts him with his life (and is at peace even with the idea of dying as long as it's Senku who kills him). Because Senku's voice is so quiet and sad when he asks what's wrong with making small talk. And they talk afterwards about utter nonsense, because Senku can't bear to actually face the reality of this moment, and for the first time, they get a chance to be normal together. Because Senku breaks down into tears as Tsukasa breathes his last breath, and because he truly does do everything he can to bring the Medusa back for Tsukasa. The second he got his hand on that device, he knew exactly what the last of its energy would be going toward, and it had nothing to do with Tsukasa being an asset for their future moon mission. It's also because Tsukasa, when facing his worst fears coming to life in the America arc, did not revert back to his old mindset. Instead of feeling anger or sorrow, he instead found his mind lingering to how he could still be saved. He chose to have hope, believing in science and in Senku, and when he faced death he did so with a smile. I think they're like soulmates. I think they balance each other out and challenge each other and I think they're meant to be by each other's side even if it takes them a while to get there. I have rambled about them for several paragraphs now and I could keep doing it for even longer because this is how strong I feel about this ship, alright? I could go on forever, please @ everyone talk to me about Tsukasen.