#he also gives the vibes he’d always feel naturally cold.

[dissapointu]

I'm dying here, 4 tests, course, my house is a mess and I just wanted to sleep 12 hours straight.

Can I request for Arcane X characters scary!reader I think they would be a big person with a look at me and I'll break your neck vibe, but they are sweet with their partners.

Drink water, stay well 👋🏻

I totally get the feeling of being overwhelmed, but take a deep breath! You’ve got this. I’ll take your request and make it worth your while with some headcanons. These characters would absolutely be intrigued by an intimidating, “look at me and I’ll break your neck” type of reader who is sweet with them.

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Jinx

Jinx’s initial reaction is pure curiosity mixed with excitement. She’s not intimidated easily, so when she first meets you, she’s all over the place—sizing you up with a wild grin. The cold stare you give anyone who dares challenge you only fuels her chaos-loving spirit.

“Oh, I like this one!” Jinx cackles, bouncing around you with pure glee. “You could totally crush someone with just a look!” Her eyes gleam as she watches you—she admires your confidence.

When you’re sweet to her, though, Jinx melts. Your soft side balances out the sharp edges of your persona, and she clings to you like a koala. “You’re so soft with me, though,” she says with a grin, “but the second someone tries to mess with us… BAM! I’ll be ready to blow something up!”

Vi

Vi respects strength, and she can immediately tell you have it. The way you carry yourself, the air around you—it speaks volumes. While most people might shrink back, Vi doesn’t flinch. She’s more intrigued by the fact that you’re a force to be reckoned with, yet you’re still affectionate with her.

When you show her your softer side, she feels an intense mix of pride and adoration. “I gotta admit, babe,” she says, flashing a grin, “seeing you toss someone into the nearest wall makes me a little jealous… but I love how gentle you are with me.”

Vi would always stand by your side in a fight, but she’ll be the first to keep you grounded and remind you that you don’t have to use your strength all the time. She’s happy to see the layers beneath your intimidating exterior.

Sevika

Sevika sees herself in you—a strong, no-nonsense type who doesn’t take crap from anyone. She’s genuinely impressed by your intimidating aura, and she can’t help but feel a little protective. She might be a bit reserved, but she always notices the way people act around you.

“Not many can make people shut up with a glance,” she muses, her eyes narrowing with admiration. When you’re sweet with her, Sevika’s face softens, and she’ll often pull you close, knowing no one else will get close to you as easily. “Don’t let your guard down, babe,” she’ll whisper, “But don’t worry—I’ll take care of you.”

She knows what you’re capable of, and she finds comfort in the fact that you’re with her—someone who’s just as tough as you are.

Silco

Silco is drawn to power, and he immediately recognizes the authority you carry. There’s something magnetic about you—people step aside when you walk through a room, and Silco is no exception. He knows your power can match his, and he admires that.

But when you show him your softer, loving side, it takes him by surprise. Silco is used to cold, calculated relationships, but you bring something else—a warmth he didn’t expect. “So you have this… other side,” he muses, his gaze intense. “I’d say I’m the only one who gets to see it, but I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

When you’re around him, Silco sees you as more than just a weapon. You’re someone who complements his ambitions and understands his dark side—but also reminds him of the humanity he’s lost.

Vander

Vander would be a little more cautious when he first meets you. He knows strength, and he knows how intimidating you are, but he’s always been a protector, so he’d approach you with care. Still, he can see your sweet nature beneath the surface, especially when you’re with him.

Vander would soften when you show him affection, seeing that you’re not all about intimidation. “You’ve got this fierce side, I see that,” he’d say with a chuckle, pulling you close. “But with me? You’re just my baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Vander would always remind you to keep your temper in check, especially around others, but he loves the balance you bring to the relationship.

Ekko

Ekko respects strength, but he’s the type to see through tough exteriors. He’d be a little intimidated at first, but once he realizes you have a gentle side when you’re with him, he’s putty in your hands.

“You’re like a force of nature, but when it’s just us…” he’d say, his voice teasing. “I’m your soft spot, huh?”

He would love how protective you are over him and always make sure you’re not just scaring people away with your strength. He sees that vulnerability in you and always offers his support. “You don’t have to scare everyone off, y’know,” Ekko would chuckle, “But I can’t lie—I love how you just walk in like you own the place.”

Jayce

Jayce has never been intimidated by anyone, but when he sees you command attention with just your presence, he’s intrigued. He might try to act like he’s unaffected, but there’s a clear glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

“You don’t have to use that aura on me,” Jayce would say with a smirk, feeling the weight of your power. But when you’re affectionate with him, he lets out a relieved sigh. “Good thing I get to see you when you’re not throwing people across the room.”

Jayce loves your strength and the security you bring to the relationship, and he secretly loves how you take charge in situations. He’s all about teamwork, and your balance of power and tenderness is exactly what he needs.

Viktor

Viktor might be a little shy when he first meets you, sensing the overwhelming presence you give off. But as he gets to know you, he becomes fascinated by your strength and how you seem to effortlessly control a room.

When you’re gentle with him, it blows his mind. “You’re the most intimidating person I’ve met…” he’d say, adjusting his glasses nervously, “But with me, you’re kind. I don’t understand how, but… I think I like it.”

Viktor loves how you balance your fierce exterior with a soft side that’s only for him. He admires your intelligence and strength, and it makes him feel safe and cherished.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn is not easily intimidated, but when she sees how effortlessly people back away when you enter the room, she’s impressed. However, she’s not afraid to challenge you—she respects your strength, but she doesn’t let it overpower her.

“You’ve got quite the reputation,” Caitlyn would say with a smile. “But when you’re with me, no one else matters, right?”

She’ll show you that she’s not intimidated by your power, but she’ll also soften when she sees the gentle side you reserve for her. “You don’t have to act tough with me. I know what you’re really like,” she’ll say, snuggling into your side.

Mel Medarda

Mel doesn’t get intimidated easily, but there’s something about your commanding presence that fascinates her. She loves the power you exude, but she’ll also quickly recognize your soft side, especially when you’re with her.

“You make the whole room stand still when you walk in,” Mel would say, impressed. “It’s captivating… but I’m the one who gets to see the real you.”

Mel loves how you balance the tough exterior with your caring, affectionate nature. She feels like she’s the only one who gets to witness your gentleness, and she’ll savor every moment.

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa respects strength more than anything, and she’s immediately drawn to your power. She recognizes that you could crush anyone who stands in your way, but she’s not intimidated—rather, she’s intrigued.

“You’re a force to be reckoned with,” Ambessa would say, her voice low and admiring. “But I’m the one who gets to keep you, aren’t I?”

She’d always keep you close, making sure you’re hers. Ambessa would love how you soften in her presence, and she’d hold onto you with pride.

Maddie Nolen

Maddie might be a little intimidated at first, but as she gets to know you, she’s in awe of how you can be both powerful and gentle. Your presence commands attention, but when you’re with her, you’re warm and kind.

“You’re so strong,” Maddie would say, her voice filled with admiration. “But you never make me feel small. How do you do it?”

She’d absolutely adore your sweet side, and she’d love being the one to see you at your most vulnerable.

Lest

Lest isn’t someone who gets intimidated by anyone, but when she sees how others react to your mere presence, she’s amused. Still, she knows how to keep you close and keep others in line.

“I’m not worried about your strength,” Lest would say with a smirk. “But you’ve got me wrapped around your finger with that sweetness of yours.”

She’d love how you balance the toughness with tenderness, and she’d always make sure to keep you close and remind you that she’s the only one who gets your sweet side.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Gojo’s body irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Tangerine headcanons/ imagines

tangerine x female reader

tw: none! just cute stuff that makes us sad

okay so I love analysing people and ive been in love with him since march/april, so this was a piece of cake- also im obsessive and lonely so was super easy lmfao

these are just things that I think (kinda self indulgent) but if you disagree that’s fine too

princess treatment- he’d treat you like royalty

huge softie at heart

love language wise:

 physical touch- I feel like he’s quite handsy, he always has to be touching some part of you

 acts of service- he’d always be willing to help you, does things for you. makes you snacks and drinks throughout the day- like if you’re busy, he’d pop in and give you a tray of stuff you may need

 quality time- he’d value the time you spent together, even if you weren’t doing an activity together (both in the same space, doing your own things) he’d designate certain days for just you

 gift giving- he’d spoil you like crazy, he’d remember certain little things about you and get you a thoughtful gift based off that (like if you mentioned something you wanted to try for just one second midway in a conversation you had months ago, he’d remember it)

words of affirmation- he’d call you tonnes of pet names, I feel like he’d say ‘my’ in front of it to make it more special. he’d tell you he loves you, how special you are and how much he adores you etc

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hates everyone but you vibes- he’s standoffish to everyone, but when it comes to you he’s the complete opposite; he speaks very soft and kind towards you

he treats you like the most valuable thing on earth

very patient with you

protector x protected energy- he just always wants you safe

nose and forehead kisses

lots of thumb stroking on your cheeks 

lots of intense eye contact- he admires your eyes

feel like he’s a hip and thigh kinda man

I feel like you’d be very close to Lemon, and sometimes it’ll wind him up. Lemon would tell you embarrassing stories about Tan- you’d love it while he’d hate it

I get ride or die vibes- kinda like romeo and juliet, just minus all the death

he secretly loves your chick flicks, he pretends he hates them but watches them with you every time

he also pretends he hates when you call him sweet things but he definitely looks away to smile

he’s very slow to warm up, takes a bit of time to crack him open. on the outside he’s a doberman but on inside he’s like a ragdoll

gets a bit possessive, not in a scary way- but I do think that sometimes it could be

feel like he’s the kind that will literally worship you

you clean his cuts and wounds after missions

he runs warm but you run quite cold, so he’s always trying to warm you up

I feel like you’re the first person he’s actually loved romantically

drinks black coffee and ofc tea

definitely a whisky drinker, he loves a good whisky by the fire

I feel like he’s very clean, likes to keep everything organised. maybe a bit of a perfectionist

always smells good

very romantic and extremely charismatic- a natural charmer. funny and lots of inside jokes

he’s a great caretaker- looks after you really well. if you’re ill he’d be with you at all times, not caring if he got sick too. and when it’s your time of the month he’d get you hot water bottles and you’d get lots of back rubs etc

he loves it when you use your fingers to trace over his tattoos, same goes for his chest hair too

also loves when your stroke through his hair

he gets really irritated in hot temperatures- and starts swearing a lot more

I feel like he’s kind of set in his ways about things/ he knows what he likes, and that you help open his mind about trying and doing new things. you help keep things fresh and exciting

some reason I feel like you’d have daddy issues idk why, (sorry if you do, also sorry if you don’t lmao)

he might follow you like a lost puppy, he’d literally do anything you say

you’d be best friends as well as a couple

he’s very reliable and would drop anything for you

if you needed to rant or vent, he’d be there lending you his ear. he’d be an incredible listener

very attentive

feel like he’s a fast driver, but never when you’re in the car

if someone flirts with you or someone was mean to you at work he’d say “where are they? I will fuckin kill em”

private but not secret relationship

definitely a homebody

whenever he goes past the florists or to the shop, he’d always bring some flowers back for you (more often than not- it’ll your favourite type of flower)

leaves you sweet notes around the house

that’s it for now, hope you liked

[bengiyo]

Knock Knock Boys Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, the boys all went to the onsen to try to bond with Jumper, to mixed results. Almond also remains perhaps more focused on Latte than Jumper because he’s so nervous, and is determined to figure out if Latte has a birthmark on his dick. Thanwa and Peak have been vibing pretty hard, and I’m into it. Thanwa has asked Peak to help him with his job applications, and Peak wants to learn how to better enjoy food. Almond also followed Latte and Lukpeach to the sex toy store and completely misunderstood what was going on. I’m currently suspicious about Thanwa’s financial situation.

As a note, @babyangelsky warned us about extreme toilet humor between 41:30 and 42:33.

I am really enjoying these cold opens to the potential end of the episode. It’s compelling every time.

I feel like we have been in this BL house before. The porch looks familiar.

Latte remains a tease and I love it.

Wouldn’t be a proper foodie if there wasn’t a special story attached to his favorite dish.

Now why did he feed that man like that?

I went to a school with corporal punishment. I’m always surprised when I see it in Thai colleges.

I really don’t want to be disappointed in Jumper lately. I am having fun with the way it feels like he’s flirting with Peak.

Fellas, is it gay to stare into each other’s eyes and search each other’s souls while holding a computer mouse together?

Thanwa’s friend looks like a Pokémon trainer.

Oh, I don’t like this guy promising compensation as he leaves a bill to Thanwa.

I’ve not vibed with a lot of BL choices this year, but I’m glad we’re getting more sexual health PSAs in the shows lately.

I think it’s very good to give Almond condoms. I get the sense he’d be nervous about getting his own.

Almond, why are you so pressed about Lukpeach if you ain’t tryina smash.

Did Seng teach Nokia how to smile like a dork?

Yes, bring Lukpeach to the party. She needs to know that this is not just two college boys on a romance track. There’s a whole house of boys.

Small things that this show earns is Thanwa being the primary cook of the household. He doesn’t come off as bossy when he’s asking Almond to go get stuff from the kitchen while he works on other food prep. It feels natural.

Oh ho! We’ve reached the cold open around the middle.

Now, Latte, don’t get jealous of a moment you helped create.

How old are we? 7 minutes in heaven?? At least they played that well right out the gate.

A game about going into closets together to see what might happen. These jokes write themselves.

Oh no. I am close to the trigger warning. This is about to be the worst scatological humor I’ve been subjected to by Thai BL. I can feel it.

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! THIS IS SO GROSS!!!!

Girls….I am disgusted… Trust the warning. Props to Pak, Nokia, and Jaonine for playing that all the way through, but I don’t need to see that ever again.

What the hell is going on in that closet though??

I just know it’s hot as hell in this closet.

I appreciate this show giving me some kisses after that vomit scene. It’s what I deserve.

Okay, I really like this apology and reestablishment of consensual boundaries. Excellent kiss the homies content.

Welcome back, Jane. I hope you give us some answers next week.

This show is really assured, and I’m having a great time with it. I really love when a show has two couples and has them on similarly-paced advancement tracks. It offers up a lot of fun comparison. It’s clear at this point that Almond and Latte like being around each other, and Latte is becoming jealous of Almond’s interest in Jumper. It also works that Thanwa was the one to have kissed Peak already and has been waiting for him to sort it out. That was a really excellent episode. Having Jumper be such a sloppy mess on top of Almond like that is a good way to kill much of the enthusiasm he might have there, opening a lane for Latte. Good shit, Knock Knock Boys.

[fumifooms]

And now I’m truly going off the rails bc of last asker but I have thought about what plant fits who and it’s my time to shine…

Mithrun is a succulent because they look like flowers but aren’t (tougher and also kind of duller), are elegant yet minimalist, and they’re low maintenance (you could definitely argue that Mithrun is high maintenance instead but I went the opposite route of him never feeling like he needs much water, attention and whatnot). I prefer the classic one that’s a pale greyish green for him but there are so many that are neat…

Kabru as a big floating bladderwort… A carnivorous aquatic plant that traps little aquatic critters. If you just look at the flower it looks so pretty and harmless, distracts from the roots scheming murder… Also it’s an aquatic plant, gives me the vibe of something surviving/thriving in an environment that shouldn’t be theirs but they’ve adapted, like a tallman in elf society…..

I also associate him a ton with himalayan blue poppies, for obvious reasons. Insane that the shade of blue of his eyes is associated with the throat chakra btw, Kui’s always doing 8d chess my god.

For Izutsumi, Faassen's Catmint. It's a species of catnip but a man-made hybrid and not a natural species. It kind of looks like a long puffy cat tail with the shape, and it has a lot of little flowers… Kind of subtle/bland and unassuming at first look, but colorful and sweet if you take the time to look. Feels sort of vulnerable/or even cold at first but like they’re just looking out for themselves even if they are not someone unemotional….. It makes sense to me. Babygirl. Purple is an unexpected choice for her but it feels right

Chilchuck echinopsis calochlora or golden barrel cactus… The first one is smaller, but I was trying to find the perfect lil cactus guy with orange spines and couldn’t really find any that was just perfect. Chilchuck "I am so approachable" Tims, literally round and spiny with his little hairs but also metaphorically fitting… Also the gooden barrel cactus has a bunch of lil yellow flowers that sprout on its top while the calochlora has HUGE stalks with a big white flower that sprouts so like, if you want to take that to be his big heart once he reveals it or the little flowers of his care……

Falin is the funky living rocks plant. They have cryptid energy and are just so weird and colorful and unique. A little unfeeling. Sad that she doesn’t get a plant that’s fun to eat but come on.

I feel like Laios would also be a cactus, with maybe juice that has funky properties kind of like peyote… He’s reserved and [spoilers], but he either has no spines or small/few spines so he doesn’t look all that uninviting or tough… Probably has very pretty colorful flowers! Or he’s like Falin and loves dandelions and bishop’s lace because he can eat it. Or maybe he’d be a vegetable. Sweet potato… Someone said carnivorous plant to which I suggest pitcher plant or sarracenia.

I see Senshi as basil. Enough said. Something that can be turned into spices and is all greenery that’s all I need

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. I had these thoughts months ago while sick and feverish </3 Possessed by the want to draw the cast as little plants…….. That would be nice……

[luckbealincoln]

omgg u stay feeding us. but 60 and 221 give me such din vibes like… not being able to resist the need to provide. Anyways lovely chapter as always, continue doing ur magic bae🫶

Going Through The Motions

pairing : din djarin x f!mechanic!reader

word count : 1.4k

summary : mando visits you regularly for "ship maintenance." you know what to expect at this point.

warnings, etc : smut, light angst, masturbation, floor sex, fwb!mando, p in v sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, mando has weird dirty talk, the helmet stays on, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you REALLY squint, definietly an unhealthy relationship, mando is over protective but also refuses to commit lmao, toxic relationship

a/n : i uhhhhh took a lot of liberties with this request lmao, but i loved writing this little blurb (i made this strangely sad?? it sort of happened naturally lmao), it's nice to write a slightly different version of din than what i normally do, enjoy and i hope you like it !! :) this is my first time taking requests or posting anything that isn't bks so I'd love feedback!!

“I shouldn’t allow myself to get so close to you.” He murmurs in your ear as your back slams against the side of the exterior of the Crest. It’s a funny thing for him to say when his erection is pressed against your hip. 

“You say that everytime you come around.” Your fingers find the familiar notches in his armor as you begin to hastily tug at them. 

“And I mean it everytime.” His hands find purchase on your thighs as he yanks you upwards, you’ve danced this dance dozens of times at this point, everytime he stops in for maintenance on his rust-bucket of a ship you two do this. He mumbles something about it being the last time and you laugh it off, knowing it’s never true. 

This time there wasn’t even anything wrong with his ship.

You’d done a full sweep, double checked everything, not a single thing was out of place. 

It was probably cold in space. Maybe he just got lonely. 

He hauls you into the ship, your legs wrapped around his waist. He’s punching numbers into a keypad and the main door is shutting with a creak.

Where will he decide to take you this time? 

Most of the time he just pressed you up against a wall or tossed you into his cot. Sometimes if he was feeling patient you’d get all the way to the cockpit. Once he’d done you on top of a few boxes he was transporting. 

This time he doesn’t get more than a few steps before he’s laying you down on the floor.

This is new. Someone's feeling impatient. 

He’s hastily tugging down the zipper on his flight suit while your hands find the buttons on your overalls, his visor is trained on your figure as you manage to shimmy out of the denim, tossing it aside. He crawls forward on his knees, already stroking himself, hovering above you, his gloves discarded off to the side. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at him. His free hand grabs the hem of your panties, shredding them like paper as he tosses the thin fabric behind you.

“Dickhead! I’m running out of underwear, you have to stop that.” You slap his shoulder but he only chuckles.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” 

“You say that every time too.” You're unclasping your bra, setting it down next to you before he gets a chance to destroy that too.

“I will this time, promise.” He gasps softly, letting his thumb slide over the ruddy tip of his cock. His freehand is spreading your thighs open. “Touch yourself, I wanna see.” 

“So bossy.” You mutter as you let your hands roam down your body before settling between your legs. Dipping your fingers into your already pooling wetness before circling your clit, slow and steady strokes. 

“That’s good… good girl, want my fingers?” His tone is light and teasing as he pushes two fingers into your mouth before you answer. No sense in protesting, you’ll be begging him for this eventually, why wait. Your tongue wraps around them as best as possible, coating them in saliva. Once he’s satisfied he brings them between your legs. “Keep touching that pretty little clit while I do this.” 

“Whatever you say, boss.” He sinks his fingers into your cunt as you continue your own ministrations, a familiar wave of pleasure washing over you. 

“My sweet thing. Look so pretty like this, on the floor of my ship, wanna keep you right here, make you feel this good all the time.” Your back arches against him, almost to prove his point. 

He always talks like this. 

In the moment he’s always so possessive, always says such preposterous things, promises and offers of a life together. The first time, when the words had slipped out a sense of hope had bubbled in your chest, a palpable joy that you were finally gonna get off this backwater planet. 

You had cried yourself silly when he had left an hour later without a word. 

He had left and he had taken his empty promises with him. 

Then he came back, and that time you let him say what you assume he needs to say to get off. The sex was good so why change the dynamic. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. 

Speaking of good sex, you’re snapped out of your thoughts by your climax. It’s sudden and he practically forces itself out of you as he curls his fingers, stroking that spot inside of you as you ride out your orgasm. Once he’s satisfied he withdraws his digits, spreading your wetness across his length before notching himself at your entrance. 

“Do you want this, sweet thing? Want me to fill you up?” There’s that gravely desperation you’re used to. 

You’d love to ask what the deal with that is.          

His hopeless need to be wanted. 

He was always like this. Like clockwork, at first you thought that it must have just been another thing he needed to get off. Then it became deeper than that.

“You need me, tell me- fuck- tell me you need me, please sweet thing.” 

“What?” You had mumbled through your haze as he rocked his hips into you.

“Tell me how badly you need me. I’ll take care of you, you just have to tell me.”

It’s strange. You’ve already gotten off more than enough times and he had never been one to overstimulate you, he was always generous to the point of comfort, never more. 

That’s what this relationship was about. 

Comfort and getting off. It was never about necessity or obligation. 

“I-I need you.” You stammer out, still a little confused. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He gasps out, pulling out to finish on your stomach. 

That was the first time he had held you afterwards. Wrapped you up in his arms and whispered to you. Told you he would keep you safe, make sure you were okay, and most importantly, that as long as he was around that you would be cared for. 

He was gone within the hour. 

Now this was the routine. 

He needed to be needed. 

And even though it hurt to give him the first few times, (that gnawing pain you had the first time he had made promises was back.) you got used to this too. 

“Lost in thought, sweetie?” He brings you back to reality. Your eyes settle on his helmet. 

“Sorry… I need you Mando, please.” He needs to hear it, and you don’t mind saying it, to an extent. 

You do need him, you don’t get out enough because you’re always working. He’s one of the only people you get to talk to.

Those words spur him on, he sinks himself into your heat, your moans whiny and breathy. 

“Fuck- I know, I know you need this, you need me, my sweetheart, needs me to take care of them.”

“Y-yes, Mando, need you…” His thrusts immediately pick up, he maintains a brutal pace as he continues his ramblings. Demanding your praise. 

After a few minutes his thrusts start getting sloppier. 

“Want me to finish inside?” He’s panting frantically, his hands grip your waist to slam you into him. “Want me to fill you up?”

Why not, you can buy a pill tomorrow.

“Yes, I need it, please Mando I need you to cum inside me.” You squeak out, that’s all it takes. You finish one more time before he buries himself completely in your cunt, his seed spills out between the two of you. 

He collapses in a heap on top of you, the both of you panting in unison.

He goes through the motions, you’re used to the motions. 

He holds you against him, rolling over so you’re on top. His fingers play with your hair aimlessly as he mumbles some sort of praise you don’t catch. 

And he’s gone within the hour. 

You’re standing in the shop in your overalls, watching the Crest until it disappears completely. 

★

A few more moons pass. Days come and go. You don’t expect to see him again for a few months, he normally wouldn’t stop by until he had finished several bounties, or if his ship was in desperate need of repair. So it’s a bit shocking when a week passes and the Razor Crest is landing in your shipyard again. 

You wipe a bit of grease from your hands with a loose rag, brushing your hair out of your face once the engines shut off. The main door hisses before slowly lowering to the ground. He stands at the top of the entrance, walking towards you, tossing you a package wrapped in a paper bag. You cock an eyebrow at him, he’s standing next to you by the time you tear it open. 

12 Pack : Cotton Panties.

This isn’t part of the motions.

[savvylittlecoxswain]

Okay now I need to pick your brain about what hockey position the boys play? Cause I think previously you said Bobby as goalie? Which I love but I've been thinking about the others too😂😂

Okokok so I’m definitely all over the place but I’ll give my vibes. I can totally see ANY of the boys as being either defense or offense, so please feel free to give your opinions.

Under the cut because I type too much :)

Bobby - Goaltender

small, loud-mouth goaltender, essentially the antithesis of your typical large and much more reserved goalie

always playing the puck even though Ulbrickson tells him not to and def leaves the crease a lot, but isn't totally reckless about it, like it's a calculated risk he takes

chirping at players all the time like I’m getting Marc-Andre Fleury vibes with a bit of Tuuka Rask’s attitude on special occasion, he’s always chirping at the players screening him in front of his crease and isn’t afraid to shove them when the linesman isn’t looking (def gets him in trouble with other team sometimes)

very flexible because of his small size and I can totally see him secretly having some figure skating experience (figure skating has many benefits to hockey players)

Don - Forward (Center)

probably plays Center on the top line because stroke is all about leading the crew at a certain pace like centers set up plays, Don would have the most assists but never takes any of the credit

pretty quiet on and off the ice but his locker is next to Bobby’s, mostly because no one else wants to sit next to the obnoxious goalie but also because he likes how there’s no pressure to speak a lot with Bobby

leads by example on the ice like the other boys will fall into formation behind him and follow his lead

might not be the best on the team but has some of the best, natural hockey instincts Ulbrickson has ever seen like he can see plays developing on the ice

Joe - Forward (Winger)

winger on the first line with Don and Shorty, locker is probably situated between Shorty and Stub

gets a bit rattled by chirping so having Don as a center kind of helps to mellow him out on the ice

doesn’t have a lot of the technique but had a lot of heart and passion, leaves everything out on the ice

gets a little ahead of himself sometimes, quick on his feet, always wants to jump ahead of the play which is where his teamwork is a little lacking (but is definitely getting better now that he’s with these boys)

Shorty - Forward (Winger)

Don’s other winger, very headstrong and has a lot of emotions in the game, perhaps one of the leading goal scorers

very sociable, loved to be the center of attention and is probably the player people simp over

sensitive, never quite sure what might set him off, shut him down, or make him lose his focus so he’s either hot or he’s cold and the other boys are there to help pull him out of it

Ulbrickson was probably worried he’d clash too much with Joe on the same line but instead they clicked really well, like they validate each other’s emotions when they’re pissed over a call or soemthing

Stub (Captain) - Defenseman

“tall and lanky, and he could reach all over the place” thus he’s easily a defenseman, but like a defensive defenseman who comes up big when they need him to show up offensively

has the most experience, like gives total veteran vibes so it’s fitting that the captain of the crew is the captain of the hockey team

kind of a calming presence, doesn’t get rattled and isn’t phased by anything even if one of the other boys is throwing a bit of a tantrum

refs love him because he’s always very civil when they’re talking about a penalty or something that just happened (I’ll find a video if anyone doesn’t quite get what I’m talking about, it’s a college hockey thing)

takes the new players under his wing (ha hockey pun), doesn’t want them to be treated like how he, Chuck, and Bobby were treated when they first joined

Johnny - Forward (Center)

book describes him as poster model for the all-American boy and “pretty boys are always forwards” says my bf so it must be true

lived and breathed rowing hockey thanks to his father who wanted more than anything for his son to become an oarsmen forward, every expectation his father sets Johnny meets (but I bet it weighs on him a little)

probably one of the top scorers on the team, gets a lot of power play minutes

ready to pull Chuck out of any trouble he might get into, and that’s straight out of the book so it totally fits if he’s on the same line as Chuck

Gordy - Defenseman

described as “Big, muscular, and very quiet” so defenseman just makes sense

once rowed the entire two miles of a race with his thumb cut to the bone played an entire game with a cut from a skate blade with needed stitches but didn't tell anyone

probably gets a lot of time on the penalty kill with Chuck and would definitely without a doubt lead the team in shots blocked

Chuck - Forward (Winger)

winger and team enforcer, which is hard because fighting isn’t technically allowed in college (if we’re talking college that is)

absolute chatterbox in the locker room and on the ice, probably the person people want mic’d up but might not be pg enough

If there’s a scuffle, it’s almost guaranteed to be Chuck in the middle of it, probably gets a lot of penalties tbh

the teams “spark plug,” the guy getting the boys revved up and firing on all cylinders both on and off the ice

Roger - Forward (Winger)

a fairly defensive forward, gets a lot of penalty kill minutes and I feel like he gets a lot of short-handed goals

maybe he played defense for his last team but Ulbrickson thought he’d be a great match for Chuck (and they were right)

where Shorty and Joe are great minds think alike, Roger and Chuck are like opposites attract, they balance each other out on their line and carry each other’s slack

[roadkillxd]

❝ PART I: 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗘. ❞

PART TWO.

So I decided to break this into two parts. I don’t like leaving work unfinished, but I don’t have the energy to get this done tonight, so it’s easier for me to post the first half now and the rest later. Enjoy :)

Soap x Gaz x Price x M!Reader  ↪ 1776 words — 18+ / SMUT

Content tags — cis male submissive Soap, cis male switch reader, cis male switch Gaz, cis male dominant Price , sub/dom dynamic, polyamory, bit of angst, subspaces, jealousy, unhealthy handling of said jealousy, nothing explicit until part II.

Key — C/S for callsign.

Soap never thought of himself as the jealous type.

It’d been the result of growing up with five older sisters in a house barely big enough to house three of them. Everything was shared amongst them, begrudgingly or not, and so it set the precedent for Soap early on.

He had a healthy relationship with sharing, he felt. Most of the partners he’d had in his life, which weren’t many outside of one night stands, he had shared. He liked to date people with the same libido as him, and so that meant he came to terms quickly with an open relationship. He wasn’t going to make a lover wait around for him for months on end just to get laid.

None of those relationships had worked out, ending ugly and often with a lot of yelling, and Soap really didn’t have the time of day to consider if that had ever played a part in it.

Now, though, jealousy was clawing through his body like a fuckin’ parasite. 

Amongst the one-four-one, it wasn’t any secret Price liked to have his playthings. They kept it between themselves—it wasn’t anyone else’s business as long as it didn’t affect their work. Sometimes Ghost would join, but he lacked the sex drive to keep up with the group consistently.

Soap fell into the category of plaything—it came easy to him, he’d be wrong to deny the hero worship, and for fuck’s sake, the daddy issues, that drew him to the older man. Casualties of a single mom, he supposed.

Gaz was the other one. Soap respected Gaz. He’d been there first, before Soap, and so while sometimes Soap felt a little left out—felt like Price was playing favorites, he also acknowledged the Captain had full right too. Even when Price reassured him, Soap knew he’d never lose the feeling he had to work to earn his place beside Gaz (and beneath Price).

Soap and Gaz meshed well together. It wasn’t much of an issue. Nothing that kept him awake at night—more like an angry little tingle at the base of his spine when he saw Gaz and Price alone together. That, he could handle.

But you. He wanted to fucking strangle you.

The second you were assigned to the one-four-one, Price took a shine to you. He always seemed to favor you—give you the most attention, the most leniency—even in the fuckin’ field, which he never did with anyone, so careful to keep the ruthless dynamic of the task force stable—to keep play from leaking outside of private quarters and offices. You were Price’s new favorite, and as far as Soap was concerned, you hadn’t fuckin’ earned it. Not a single bit of it.

It would be a lot easier for Soap if you were a fuckin’ prick, too—except you weren’t. Ruthless maybe, on the field, but outside of that you were sweet as ever. Real fuckin’ bonnie. You were sweet, and it made Soap’s skin crawl. No matter how dismissive he was of you, you would always offer to share your sliced fruit, or bring him cold water after drills. You wanted Soap to like you, and so did the rest of the one-four-one, but to everyone’s chagrin Soap just wasn’t having it.

Price had chalked it up to Soap’s territorial nature. The lad shared with people he considered equals. People that gave him a good vibe off the bat. He was like a guard dog, sniffing the air for signs of danger—licking the hands of those he deemed good. He didn’t trust you initially, and Price couldn’t blame him, most of your file was black ink for anyone below Lieutenant—he had no basis for you. As far as Soap was concerned, you were invading the one-four-one's hard established dynamic—threatening to dislodge it. 

And so Price gave it time. He paid you extra attention to make up for Soap’s cold shoulder, assured you you just had to be patient with him—just had to keep trying, and eventually he’d warm up and get over whatever preconceived notions he’d had of you.

Except, Soap wasn’t warming up. He wasn’t taking the olive branch, and it was starting to grate on Price’s nerves. Soap was more petulant than usual, bratty, and so Price told him he wouldn’t play ‘till Soap cleaned up his act. That meant more time for you, and more unfounded reason for Soap’s jealousy to grow at his own foolish behavior.

Gaz tried to talk to Soap first, at Price’s urging—knew the only time Price butted in was usually when Johnny was at the point of punishment, and he didn’t want to make this worse if he didn’t need to—but Soap pushed Gaz away. Changed the topic. Refused to admit there was even an issue. Deflect, deflect, deflect. 

It was becoming too much for everyone involved, Price had started letting you share his bed almost every night since the stress dreams started. Even Ghost was right fucking irritated with Soap’s recent behavior, going on a long tangent in the Captain’s office that ended with an angry “sort him out,” and an even more forced “please, sir,” remembering he was venting to his SO.

*

Soap is antsy when he’s called to Price’s office. He walks down the bland halls with a quick stride, already chubbing up in his fatigues. He’s pent up, hoping Price has missed him—that he’s still mad at him—will bend him over his knee and make him have to sit at the edge of his chairs for the next few days. 

He raps on the frosted glass of the door, waiting for his invite in before pushing inside. The door swings shut behind him with a loud click as he takes in the view in front of him, any feeling of excitement and anticipation draining from him in an instant as his eyes harden. 

Price is at the front of his desk, leaned up against it, ankles and bulky arms crossed as he puffs a cigar. He’s in civvies, hair mussed and face the slightest bit flushed. Behind him, behind the desk in his chair is Gaz, with you curled up in his lap. Soap can tell from the both of your kiss swollen lips that he’s apparently interrupting something, despite having been invited. Something churns in his stomach and tells him you two are the ones that shouldn’t be here. That Price wanted him.

Suddenly, sharing sounds like the worst thing on Earth.

“Sir,” Soap tries, carefully, though there’s an edge of annoyance to his voice that Price doesn’t much appreciate. He takes in a sharp breath and puffs a steady stream of smoke out through his nose, looking all the intimidating dragon as he glares.

“I’m tired of your attitude, lad,” Price begins, taking one last drag of his cigar before putting it out in the ashtray behind him. He moves to stand in front of Soap, that one looming inch coming in handy as he presses near chest to chest with the younger.

Soap makes the mistake of refusing eye contact, keeping his gaze straight forward, glaring a hole into the center of Price’s throat. He can feel the growl emanating before he can hear it, Price’s hand shooting up to grip Soap’s jaw, jerking his face up.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” Price chides. He doesn’t miss how Soap’s eyes seem more gray than blue as they meet his, jaw clenching tight, his nostrils flaring in rage as he holds brutal eye contact. He almost looks like he’s challenging Price, and something about it makes the man’s heart twists, frowning.

His grip softens ever so slightly, his voice equally so as he next speaks.

“Where’d my good boy go, huh?”

Soap looks sad at that, brow furrowing and eyelids drooping, letting out the quietest little breath through his nose. If he could look down, he would, feeling shame run through his blood hot. 

“Dunno,” he murmurs, and for a blessed moment it’s just him and Price in this room, “m’sorry.”

“I know,” Price says, humming in consideration before continuing, “you don’t trust C/S.”

The mention of your name has Soap tensing up again, and you nuzzle closer to Gaz who’s arms wrap a bit tighter around you in response. 

“No, sir,” Soap grits out.

“Why?”

“Dunno.”

“Do you know anything, sergeant?” Price chides, jostling Soap a bit with the hold he still has on his face. Soap has half a mind to shove his hand away.

“I don’t know,” Soap emphasizes, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he takes in a ragged breath, hoping the oxygen can help pull apart the mess of jealousy in his brain. He doesn’t fuckin’ know. He doesn’t know what’s possessed him. He could argue in the beginning that you hadn’t earned it, but at this point you’d probably saved each of the one-four-one’s lives twice over. He didn’t have any more excuses, caught in his own anger like a spider in its own web.

“‘Am tangled up. In my head,” Soap tries, opening his eyes to see Price give him a reassuring nod, prompting him to continue as the hand on his face slides to his shoulder, gently pushing. Soap tenses for all of a second, the fight leaving him as quick as it came when Price squeezes. Soap drops to his knees.

The hand moves to his hair, tugging at the short strands until Soap presses his face to the Captain’s thigh, letting the loss of vision desensitize him, breathing in the smell of generic fabric softener and Old Spice cologne, soothing him down ever so slightly.

“I earned this,” Soap grits out, nuzzling, “how do I know… he’s good enough.”

“You trust my judgment, don’t you, Soap?”

“Yessir.”

“He’s more than earned his place here, he’s more than good enough, or else he wouldn’t be here. That’s not your place to decide, not your decision to make. You’re out of line.”

“Yes, sir,” Soap breathes again, spaces between his words as he drifts ever so slightly, fingers clenched tight at the bottom of Price’s jeans. He nearly topples forward as Price steps back, fabric ripping from his grip as strong arms wrap around him from behind. Gaz shushes him when he whines, warm lips pressed behind his ear.

“This dynamic doesn’t work if we don’t trust each other,” Price continues, tone hard, and Soap can feel his skin heat up in equal parts shame and anger as he looks up to see Price once again leaned against his desk, you curled up against his side, “and you need to be punished for your behavior towards our boy here, Johnny.”

[lovevalley45]

#fictober24 - day twenty-nine

"How did this happen?"

original fiction (power payback)

word count: 1358

a/n: happy birthday @ginger-canary! i promised i would send emery to therapy for your birthday fic and um. technically he did go to therapy. also idk if i can do spoiler warnings for parts of my own novel i haven't released yet but this takes place post-SftS and thus kinda gives some things away abt emery's fate (but does not ruin the mystery dw).

Emery had never been a fan of doctors’ offices. He’d spent plenty of time having to pop into one Talent clinic or another - for his leg, for the various aches and pains he had when it got too cold or a storm started to roll in. 

Hell, over the past few years, he’d become a frequent flyer at one near the Vons he used to work at after particularly bad fights. They never asked questions, just checked him out and gave him prescriptions for pain meds that he never actually filled. 

The office of the therapist Dr. Coello had sent him to was no different. 

He sat in the waiting room, staring blankly at the sudoku in front of him. Bea had had good intentions when she told him he should see Dr. Lynwood. He was the type of therapist he should’ve seen after his burnout; Dr. Lynwood’s speciality was actually helping Talents overcome their post-burnout trauma. 

But this was post-burnout trauma, just… many years after the fact. 

She had been concerned that he couldn’t talk about what happened. However, therapy didn’t help with a legal agreement that he wasn’t allowed to discuss what had happened to him outside of a Silver Spade-approved story. That was the price he’d paid to have his medical bills paid, including covering the cost of a nice prosthetic to replace the lower half of his leg that doctors had been unable to salvage. Not that it was ready for him to actually use yet.  

“Emery Gori?”

He set down the newspaper he’d picked up and grabbed his crutches. Figuring out how to live with a leg and a half was no biggie. After all, he’d basically been living that way since he was 15. But he hated the looks that the receptionist gave him, cloying pity. 

At least he still had his other scars covered. 

“Dr. Lynwood’s office is down the hall, second door to the left,” she informed him. 

“Thanks.” 

When Emery reached the door, he just knocked, not wanting to accidentally make a fool of himself. Thankfully, the therapist didn’t just call for him to come in, opening the door for him to make his way inside. 

The office was simple, but cozy. Sunlight seeped through the open window, filling the room with natural light. 

“Emery. I’m glad you could make it.” Dr. Lynwood was an older man, maybe in his 60s, if he had to guess. His long, white hair was tied back in a ponytail. But the rest of his vibe was proper - not uptight, but proper. “You can sit over there and we can begin. Have you ever… done something like this before?” 

“Talk therapy? No.” Emery took a seat on the couch, leaning his crutches against the chair. It was always kinda strange to figure out what to do with his legs when he sat now; there was just enough left of his leg that leaving it dangling over the edge of the couch made him feel exposed. But he tried to clear that out of his mind, to get out of his head about it. 

“Okay. We can start slow.” Dr. Lynwood sat down in the armchair facing him. “Let’s just unpack why you’re here. Such as… how did this happen?” 

Emery tried to weigh what he could say and what he couldn’t. He could be sparse enough and not unpack all the details. “I was abducted and kept hostage. And they wanted to make sure I couldn’t run, so-” He swallowed. “My dad shot me in the leg when I was young. And the bullet never got removed, I-” He tugged down the mask he was wearing. “Yeah.” 

Dr. Lynwood didn’t flinch. He remembered the therapist had dealt with many burnt out Talents; this was probably the least gnarly thing he’d seen. Okay, maybe not least gnarly. “So they did something to the bullet in your leg.” 

“Uh-huh. Sorta… pushed it in more. Pushed it in wrong. So then my leg was even more jacked up than before and they amputated it. Just thought it’d be easier.” 

He scribbled something down in the notepad on his lap. Emery wondered what he had found of such note. “How recent was this abduction?” 

“A month ago? Maybe more like a month and a half.” He tucked his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “My friend’s mom suggested I see someone because I’ve been having night terrors. Like, bad ones. But I don’t remember them.” 

Dr. Lynwood raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember them?” 

“No. Apparently I just wake up and try to run, but obviously-” Emery gestured to his bad leg. “Someone has to stop me or I just hurt myself.” 

“Well, you were held captive for- how long?” 

“A week. Around that.” 

“Yes. Even what might seem like an inconsequential amount of time, a week, can still leave quite the impression on one’s psyche.” He tapped his pen against his notepad. “So you haven’t been remembering your nightmares?” 

“I’m not sure if they’re nightmares. Or if I’m just…” He tried to figure out the best way to put it into words. “Forgetting. That I’m not there anymore.” 

Dr. Lynwood didn’t look convinced. He jotted something else down and met Emery’s eyes. “Have you had any other incidents like this? In your day-to-day life?”

“Not really. But I’ve been pretty reclusive since I got back from the hospital. Aside from going in for appointments and getting fitted for my prosthetic, this is really my first time leaving the house.” Emery sighed. “Maybe I don’t need to be here.” 

“If you’re having these terrors, it’s probably a sign that there’s something else going on. We don’t have to discuss the details of your abduction if you’re not ready, but do you… remember everything?” 

Emery seriously considered lying. Then if he didn’t talk about something, couldn’t talk about something, he could use that excuse. Instead, he nodded. “Yeah. Every moment.” 

He wrote something else down into his notepad - yeah, he was gonna regret being honest there. “Would it feel better if you did discuss some of those details?” 

He wondered what he could say - what he was allowed to say. But he thought of one. “I wasn’t the only one. I wanted to get out so bad. Even with my leg, I was going to try to make a run for it. They had tied me to the bed and I had been rubbing at my wrists to try and make a file.” Emery’s fingers dropped down the rash-like scars that covered his inner wrists, under the cuff of his hoodie, grounding himself in the tactile sensation. Trying to remember that it was real, but that it was in the past. “But I heard one of them talking to her. And I knew who it was, she’d gone missing before me. And I knew I couldn’t just leave without getting her out too, but I was gonna barely be able to get myself out. And I felt helpless.” 

Dr. Lynwood handed him a tissue. He felt mildly embarrassed that he hadn’t noticed he was crying. The realization that Misty was there, like it wasn’t something he’d had a hunch about but now knew was true, was something he hadn’t told Haley, or anyone else. He hadn’t wanted to admit that he’d given up there. Misty hadn’t been locked up the same way - no, the methods used to contain her and her Talent had been demeaning in a different way. But he hadn’t known that then. 

Emery, who had made it a point to never give in, whether against his dad or the pain that set in with every step, had given up.

“But you got out. You’re out now,” Dr. Lynwood reminded him. “And she’s out too, yes?” 

Emery nodded. “Yeah. We’re out.” It had been an ordeal, but they were out. 

“And now, you can heal. You can both heal.”

“But healing hurts,” he muttered. 

“You’d certainly know much better than me. But Emery, it’s not something to be scared of.” 

Emery wiped away the last of his tears. “I’m not scared. I think I’m ready.”

[terarria-sunflower]

Kite Playing botw

no warnings!

- he already practically lives in the wild: so if he’s ever in a city setting playing a video game, he wants something that takes him back to where he’s most comfortable, that lets him forget about the tall buildings around him and the crowds below him

- the survivalist lifestyle is second nature to him. it just makes sense. he approves of it. it's home to him.

- it’s nice for Kite to get to be a little silly when there aren’t any life or death consequences - wilds Link is a silly, chaotic man as we know, and his survival methods would be totally off brand for Kite. For example, I think of Link hefting giant two-handed clubs and swords at switches to flip them in shrines, whereas Kite would just tap them elegantly with his hands if he could, but it doesn’t irritate him. Quite the opposite, it’s an outlet for him to be a little more wild and crazy and flail his arms around you know?? he kinda gets into it, I can see him sticking his tongue out like a little kid focusing on the puzzle, and then tilting his switch from side to side when he has Link swing the big bat

- and sometimes Link just fucking runs around with his clothes off. Sometimes he has half an outfit on and isn’t dressed at all realistically for the weather, and Kite just thinks that’s funny that he’s just wandering around with half a shirt on in -70 degrees like it’s not Kite’s problem this time!!! He’s not the one getting cold he just gets to sit there and chortle

- cataloging animals and monsters!!! his natural biologist soul is so happy about that. It feels sciency, and it’s a goal he can eventually definitely complete with clear steps, which would be a nice repose from the unpredictability of real science and his real world responsibilities.

- he would know the names of every one of the birds, the wolves, the fish - even all the ones with the same skins that just have different colors or environments. I think it would also be his pet peeve that they reused skins so carelessly for some of them. Like for the Wasteland Coyotes and any of the wolves, he’d be frustrated there wasn’t a clear difference in appearance, and that coyotes behaved with the same AI as the wolves working in groups always. He wishes their behavior was more varied like in real life

- All the different varieties of weapons:) Crazy slots shows us that Kite isn’t a man to stick with any one weapon permanently, and he’d love how many different ones there were, and in combination with rods, shields and bows, and many fighting styles they could be tailored to

- he would have clear sets in his inventory that are meant to be used together, just like his slots ability that he would equip all together that compliment each other. it would be the same idea behind crazy slots for him, but fun for him because he gets to choose which one he wants instead of always having to roll. games are about having fun and this is how he does

- not necessarily the in game sets but ones he likes and builds himself

- botw calls Link every synonym that an E10 game could think of for ‘twink’ without raising that rating, and although Kite and Link may be opposite ends of the height spectrum and I love them both dearly they are twinks

- that word would never pass through Kite’s head but he would feel the kindred, slightly feminine energy from Link’s behavior and how he is perceived and feel a connection. it’s giving he/they vibes yk?

- all the bugs and little creatures he can collect

- he feels bad taking living specimens in real life because he condemns them to captivity, but he also feels sad taking dead ones and then studying them. Having little strings of math that look like fish and lizards that he can look at spread out all colorfully in his inventory feels nice and isn’t hurting anything though

- in general though the game is so soft, just like he is

- like i heard the game described as 'soft core apocalypse' one time, and it just matches his calm so perfectly well

- he navigates his calm with such confidence just like Link navigates the landscape

- and sometimes, the music pumps up and crises arise, Link finds someone who needs protecting, and Kite rolls his slots knowing the clown can’t be put to bed until blood has been spilt, so he does what the situation requires of him with his eyes flashing from deep under the brim of his hat

- oh I’ll give you a hot take though he does NOT like Sidon very much at all, acknowledges to himself that there’s nothing wrong with the guy but he looks very much like a chimera ant, and that bothers him. The dynamic of them having a bloated ruler especially would feel familiar, and Sidon's is kind of like a royal guard in his eyes

- so by extension he’d probably have that same discomfort with Revali, and all the zora and rito

- chimera ants can’t eat rocks though so the gorons are just fine

- although the fact that the zora and rito have children running around would make it a little better for him - it would remind him that they are a normal species, they didn’t all just pop out of eggs as fully formed adults

- he’d like that most of the journey is by himself.

- he enjoy the balance between solo adventuring and exploring and being able to go check in with his good friends all over the world and be in safety for the night whenever he needed

- in real life he’s probably not with his research team constantly, especially since he’s the strongest member, he explores any dangerous areas by himself. He’s one of the world’s strongest nen users, that can feel a little lonely sometimes, and people are always asking for something from him, just like everyone wants some kind of favor from Link

- in conclusion, botw is Kite Simulator™️

[xxoxobree]

Hi! I'm Ash and I hope you don't mind me dropping in for the matchup thing. I'd prefer to be matched with one of the JJK men (preferably the adults).

In terms of personality, I'm an INTP. My astrological signs are Sagittarius sun, Cancer Moon, and Gemini rising (though I'm not super knowledgeable on if that's accurate to me). I have a bit of social anxiety so I'm really bad at small talk and meeting new people. However, once you get me to break open, I'm more on the weird side (I feel like that's everyone though). I enjoy joking around with friends, but if anyone tries to flirt with me I am kind of a sarcastic, snarky, and teasing bitch. I can be mean, but I usually don't mean it. Other than that, I talk a lot about sex for someone under the ace spectrum (Demi). I'm terrified of intimacy and physical touch triggers my fight or flight. But I show my love via quality time and acts of service.

In terms of looks, I'm pretty short at 5'3" and hate every mention of it. I have thick black/dark brown hair that I keep long and usually in a ponytail for work. (Though I do be having a lot of grey hairs, they actually look pretty cool). I would say I'm skinny, but I'm not bone thin or muscular or anything. I also have brown eyes and wear glasses. I'm also Wasian if that gives you an idea of the general vibe of appearance.

Likes: Nature, Travel (More like planning unrealistic bougie trips at work), Anime (more like fictional anime men 😅), DnD, cozy video games, Cats (Specifically my cat Petri (As in a Petri dish because I'm a nerd)), Microbiology (my degree), Food (I like a lot of diverse foods)

Dislikes: Cilantro (I have the soap gene 😩), the cold (my circulation is bad so I'm always cold), work (the constant internal debate to just become a sugar baby is real), capitalism,

Hobbies: Learning to code (idk if it's a hobby or me trying to learn so I can get that six figure salary), learning Japanese, Writing, Cosplaying/Sewing, Baking/cooking, video games, reading (mainly fanfiction)

Hey Ash 🥰 You’re such a Sagittarius, I love you (I’m one too 😉)

So I think you’d be perfect for Mr. Suguru Geto

Being a person that is introverted, I think he would afford you the space to be alone and be yourself or simply be content with sitting with you while you two do your own thing. He doesn’t force you to talk if you don’t want to.

He’s definitely the calm reassuring type, he’d be amazing when it comes to anxiety attacks, giving your hand a light squeeze with a smile to calm you or a whisper that he’s with you.

I’d say Geto is also a person ask himself lots of questions and who looks at things for what they are and tries to do what he thinks is best, similar to your personality. I think it’d make good conversation for the both of you and it’d flow very easily. Geto is also kinda chaotic and makes decisions sometimes on a whim so taking you on a spontaneous date night is definitely up his sleeve.

I don’t think he’d mind the snarky attitude at all, he finds it amusing but is sure to let you know that you are being feisty.He’s 6’3 🫢, finds your height cute.

When it comes to physical intimacy, if he knows about how you feel about it he’ll definitely let you initiate first and make sure you’re comfortable with whatever. Very caring checks in with you every 2 mins if he knows something is wrong. Picks up on your gift giving (such as sagittarius thing 🫶🏽) and keeps everything you give him. Tries to help you cook probably isn’t the best at it 😭

[mrsvercetti]

Hello! Could I get a match up for Overwatch? I’m a female, hetero-ace INTJ 5’7 feet tall. I’m into dark fashion, witchcore aesthetic, always lost in my thoughts bc I’m thinking a lot, not so talkative and sometimes cold, I have like a snow queen vibe. However to my close friends I’m more open and more talkative, but I don’t like small talk. Sarcasm my second language, dark humor is my being :D I work as an accountant and in my free time I play video games, watching movies, reading books, listening music (Nu-Metal, Indie, Phonk, but sometimes Melanie Martinez/Phoebe Bridgers pops up) Thank you for your efforts!

I match you with...

Ramattra

He finds you really interesting and far more superior than the other humans he has encountered.

He likes someone who thinks. Someone who has their head in the clouds. Because according to him, that’s the sign of intelligence. Someone who is capable of thinking before doing anything. Someone who dreams. Someone who has a heart.

He likes your silent nature. He finds it quite attractive.

He himself can be cold towards people. So he totally understands your coldness. He doesn’t mind it when he meets you for the first time.

He likes your vibe and your aesthetic. He finds dark colours nurturing.

He used to be a monk and so he believes in witches. He finds them mysterious and endearing. So you taking an interest into their aesthetic is just something he never expected a person to like. That’s one of the top things he like about you.

Sarcasm. Both of your second language is sarcasm. Ramattra finds your sarcasm quite funny and you both always love adding in sarcastic jokes here and there.

He’s definitely the talkative person to close ones. The only ones he’d truly talk to for hours are you and Zenyatta. He has a lot on his mind and would kill to get someone that he could share his thoughts with. Luckily he has you and to him, you are his whole world.

He loves your dark humor. Always compliments it and laughs at people who find it disturbing. He too has a fair share of dark jokes.

He loves literature and so he would read through your books. And would love to discuss it with you. His most favourite genre of books are anything related to violence. Literature about war and bloodshed are his go to.

He doesn’t watch movies and only started to when you and him got together. He always goes for Horror movies or movies that have a lot of violence. If you want to watch something else that is completely different onto what he watches, he’ll join in to watch it with you. He doesn’t want to make you feel alone.

When he was a monk, he used to listen to classical music. And even after it has been years since he abandoned his life as a monk, he haven’t stopped listening to it since it calmed him down when he is angry. It gave him a feeling of peace.

So when he heard your favourite music, it gave him a wave of confidence. A wave of electricity flowing through him. It made him feel powerful in a way that he started to listen to it when he’s feeling down.

He also became a very big fan of Melanie Martinez. He's very thankful for that.

He doesn’t like to play video games. He’d rather watch you play video games. And study your movements. If you are playing a shooter game, he’ll give you little tips on how to kill of the enemy.

If you are not good at shooter games and still play it, he may soon become a backseat gamer. You can kick him out if he’s annoying you or making you upset.

He likes to lift you up and carry you on his shoulders

He also has a habit of staring at you. He is possessive so he doesn’t want anyone hurting you or try to get a chance to be with you.

[zorkaya-moved]

68. a tender kiss on your lover's chest › darcy ... clockwork heart vibes ... psps

@wonderloste

Will a tale as old as the Wonderland’s life ever exist, worthy enough to make their own story be known inside that book. No words would be enough to describe everything there is between them, tragedy and comedy to anguish and survival. They live yet they don’t, they push forward yet they are stagnant, but together they would find a moment of respite; regardless of how their beginning started off: rough, clashing, biting. Distrust would erase itself from the lines of their dialogue, an opposite emotion would come to bloom like the first snowdrop beneath the snow, a tender memory, a bud that’ll bloom into a flower of love. By now, it’s color is the brightest in the midst of the snowy lands of her internal world, a bright color of red just like her lipstick and Darcy’s eyes. Such a beautiful shade, such a warm emotion, such a gorgeous color. 

It is with that mind does she look at him with a rare tenderness, his messy behavior and his crybaby tendencies she’d witness. The White Rabbit is both the villain and the tenderly loved man by ‘Alice’ who stepped down (well, fell) onto the lands of Wonderland. The Ice Queen would push the man back to lay on the couch, her lips lacking that bright red as her lipstick, forgotten on this fine evening as they were prepared to simply rest for a short bit. Time was a flickering light in this land of wonder and mystery, but it didn’t matter. The notion was what mattered and what she wished to do mattered. Even if he would blush, even if he would ask her, even if he would not expect such tender touch from a woman so harsh, so stubborn, so cold. For him, she would make ice feel warm, even at the cost of her own self melting, but not enough to disappear. There will be no heroic sacrifices, the world (them) will remain whole.  

“Relax, I won’t bite,” she reassures him, placing a kiss to his forehead first. He must know he is loved, adored, and treasured. In these moments of rare silence, she would be a tender moon overlooking the night’s carnivals. At this moment, Sokolova would let her lips feel warmer and her touch explain her wishes to grant him something more. Oh, how she wishes for his selfishness even more; his greed, his possessiveness, his yearning. Everything and all, she would wish to take it and give him everything that she is back. For now, her lips would continue to leave the phantom warmth after each kiss delivered: to his forehead, to the corner of his eye, to his cheek, to his jaw, to his neck, to his collarbone. Did his breathe hitch or was it her imagination? Her destination was not yet reached, Zarina looked up at him as she would unbutton just one of his buttons, inquiring soundlessly if it were alright to continue. Upon receiving agreement, she gave him a nod and a smile before continuing to travel her kisses lower. 

“Ah...” Her exhale must’ve been unexpected as she finally was able to rest her eyes on his clock heart. The ticking machine seemed to have sped up from her affections, it made her chuckle lowly and softly; despite his rough edges and a painfully stubborn nature, Darcy White also was undeniably cute. “There it is.” Her desired destination. 

He had protected her, he had continued to try and understand her, he had waited for her. It was natural he would be granted any of his wishes, too, correct? Well, Zarina would tell him that only after her initial place. Her lips would be pressed to the ticking clock in a careful manner, a light peck before she would look up at the White Rabbit’s face. His ears, his eyes, his lips, his everything. As long as he’d call her name, she would answer. However, she wished to seal those slips before they would utter her name once again or she just might as well ask for more. His voice was impossible to ignore, always bringing her attention back to him. Her soul, her savior, her beloved, her eternity, her treasure. 

“If you look at me like that, I may become even greedier. Is it not your turn to ask me of anything you wish for?” They will sleep when they are dead, huh? It didn’t matter, their enemies will fall and she did not lose confidence even after hearing who they might be against. If she must become ice itself, this world will die to give Darcy another chance. If such were to come, of course. It didn’t matter how many will die as long as they’ll remain together. “Since you’ve give me your soul to survive and your love to warm me, you can ask for everything that I am at any point. Now and forever.” There is no ‘if we love’ scenario in her mind, they’ll succeed no matter what.  

[invcntions]

@nxnsense sent  “  ♣ koa n zeke  ”  based on this meme

who is the better dancer? i think probably koa because he’s just here for a good time in life, but honestly all i see at this question is them slow dancing at some point after getting back together and it being the softest moment ever for them. who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more? it’s a cop out to say but i truly think they’re both very well matched? they're happy indoors and doing cute things together at home but obviously they both also enjoy getting out to nature for a little while and taking a break away from the world. who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person? i feel like in general they’re both dog people and tell me why one day i could see zeke just buying a puppy for him. their schedules actually work quite well for it and they both have company when they’re home alone while the other is at work. who’s more social? probably koa, he just loves people and talking for hours with strangers at the bar so you know after zeke’s been at work all day he’s still trying to drag him along to come hang out with their friends. who makes the bed every morning? again probably koa but that’s because their schedules mean he gets out of bed a fair bit later than zeke. who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm? i can see zeke being happy to keep it at like a very nice warm temperature while koa is still in the mindset of only turning the heating on when you need it because it’s expensive. who takes longer getting ready? i want to say zeke. he just strikes me as having a good morning routine to get ready for work/the day while koa just sort of runs out the house to be where he needs to be. who likes scary movies and who likes funny ones? so koa loves a bad scary movie while i can see zeke being a funny movie person but honestly if they’re both there watching it together then i don’t think either of them are very picky. who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it? neither scream but zeke is in charge of killing the bugs. i feel like koa always suggests they take it outside until he’s the one in charge of doing so then he’s like um never mind you can kill it. who is more technology challenged? probably koa, zeke gives me the vibes of someone who knows everything their smartphone can do whereas koa is just not bothered at all, he doesn’t have apple pay or anything like that set up. who would be more likely to burn something in the oven? again koa, he’s not a bad cook but he gets distracted easily especially if he’s forgotten to set the alarm on the oven. who talks in their sleep? i can see this being zeke, just like on the border for being awake when koa comes home early in the morning after a long shift and trying to talk to him but it being mostly incoherent while koa is just there like okay bby, whatever you say. who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? koa, again he just forgets things because he just too distracted by moving on to something else. who likes getting dressed up more? probably zeke, he’s more used to it whereas koa definitely feels a little out of place at any event he needs to dress up for.   who’s better at tying ties? for sure zeke. koa has only worn a tie a few times while i feel like it’s a far more common occurrence for zeke and he’d help koa straighten it out whenever they’re going to a fancy enough event that he’d need one. who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone? oh my god, so the thing is it was probably koa one day when he was bored and i could see zeke not getting around to changing it for a while and any time he just didn't answer the phone because he was in the middle of something he would of had koa’s voice chatting away on the answer machine in the background. who’s better at planning romantic things? they actually both are, koa does the small things like cooking a romantic meal for them on a random evening because zeke’s had a long day whereas zeke does the big things like… randomly buying a holiday home lmao. who takes up more space in the closet? i see this being zeke. he just strikes me as a dapper guy okay has a lot of clothes, especially given he needs work things and casual things. who has more of a sweet tooth? probably koa, he doesn’t have a massive one but he’s definitely tempted by sweet things. who drinks more often? well...  it used to be zeke. now he’s sober obviously koa, though i think in general koa never really drinks when zeke is around anyway just in solidarity (and so he can continue to make out with him without feeling bad for it) but still occasionally when he’s at the bar he does. who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation? absolutely koa, probably uncomfortable laughter to diffuse the situation.

[dilucsfav]

tighnari hcs and scenarios !!

help its been so long since i posted aHhhahshhs i’m sorry my dears :( please give me requests i need them for motivation idk what to write 😭 anyways here’s tighnari to somewhat make up for it :) bc i love the sumeru update too much to not write about my baby. we all need a little tighnari in our lives!

warning(s): fluff. lots…. and some nsfw too.

please he would be so gentle with you if/when you got sick. his tone would be softened and his fingertips would graze your skin with such loving care. would constantly check on you, give you plenty of medicine, and watch you like a hawk to make sure you’re resting enough

i can see him rolling his eyes to a lot of things you say. sometimes mean, but a lot of the times he would simply flick your forehead if you said something dumb to him. and then apologize for getting annoyed immediately afterwards because he loves you too much :(

often times when he’s working, he likes for you to sit near him in the room. whether that’d be on his lap, across from him, wherever. he just wants you close by!! he enjoys when you rub his ears to calm him down during his work !

he would go flower picking with you. enough said.

you want a flower crown made by yours truly? don’t worry, tighnari has you covered !!!

cuddling with this man during the cold? absolutely immaculate. he has those huge ears and that tail to wrap around you. along with his body heat and soft forehead kisses? all for his partner? yes, free therapy please

this man is so overly dramatic about everything. always whining and complaining about the silliest and dumbest of things. even as he lectures others about “acting like an adult,” he acts like a child sometimes when something doesn’t go his way

tighnari is very pro health. on days where you aren’t feeling the best mentally, he’ll try to cheer you up the best he can! he likes taking you near flower garden or waterfalls for the view— and ofc a little picnic for you two with all your favorite goodies and snacks!

omg the way his eyes light up when you allow him to speak about nature. this man would go on a full rant about all sorts of stuff. his anger and concern over withering zones, types of flowers, etc!

he would also be a really good listener. he doesn’t have a way with words but his presence and tender touch is enough to make you melt !

nsfw!!:

honestly i’m getting very vanilla sex vibes from tighnari… but when he’s in heat rip that pussy ayyyy

aftercare is nice with him, but a little strange. i feel like he’d talk about random shit with you while cleaning you off, such as work or something of that nature

he would kiss you sm during the deed omg. this meal of a man asks for CONSENT CONSTANTLY 😩

“does this hurt? i’m so sorry, please tell me if i need to stop, okay, (y/n)?” or “is this okay? does it feel okay?” AHHHHSHSHSHSH

this man would be so obsessed with giving oral. he would do it for hours if he could

if you’re needy and horny while he’s working, don’t worry darling, tighnari won’t make you wait for at least a little release. he would let you sit on his cock. as long as you’re quiet and don’t distract him too much, he’ll help you after he’s not as busy :(

THE LITERAL DEFINITION OF A SOFT DOM.

he could pick up on weak spots and sweet spots pretty easily. and he’d remember them, too

as i said, pretty vanilla, but if you want to try something new, he would love to! he’s all about trying new things and experimenting! we love a learner xoxo

we must protect tighnari forever. tighnari c6 come home.

[always-andromeda]

iv. sound of a love song | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Word Count | 4,196

Summary | Stone cold sober and desperate for a change, Joby agrees to an enlightening meeting with your manager.

Author's Note | Ngl, this was equal parts fun and not at all fun to write! Also, yes, I 100% headcanon Joby as the kind of guy who would dunk on any short man, especially if they're rude to him. He gives me so much 6'1" and overly proud of it vibes.

Warnings | emotional abuse, mentions of anxiety and disassociation, please let me know if I need to add more!

You told Joby that you two were meeting with your boyfriend and manager, William Kelly, at some coffee shop. Joby had never heard of the place. But you raved about how much William loved the espresso at the joint and meeting him there would put him in a better mood. The way you dealt with William seemed transactional. He hadn’t expected you to just flirt your way into getting him another chance. But this was so ridiculous. Why it had to be an entire meeting in the first place, he had no clue. You had said before it would just be a phone call, right?

Joby kept his sunglasses on when you both entered the café, the bell above the door jingling. The light inside was artificial and intense and with the kind of hangover he was having, he knew it would only inspire an even nastier migraine.

But you were tugging at his jacket sleeve. “Please take those off before he gets here.”

“It’s fucking bright.” Behind the aviators he looked around.

You sighed. It was starting to feel like you were talking to a child. “I know, but it’ll annoy him and he’ll just ask you to take them off anyways. So please, let me save you the embarrassment.”

“Fine,” He slid the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and hung them from his shirt, his own shirt. After you’d brought him to the motel and had someone from the front desk unlock his room with a master keycard, he’d taken your boyfriend's shirt off as quickly as possible. The article of clothing offended him so much that he wanted to throw it out the bathroom window into the dirt outside. He’d put on the fresh button up he’d found at the store with you before putting his hoodie and leather jacket back on. Naturally, he added his dark beanie and sunglasses to complete his signature “don’t fucking talk to me” ensemble. Spitefully, he returned the shirt you’d let him borrow.

You would be lying to yourself if he didn’t look good like this, if not a bit intimidating. It would frustrate your perfectionistic boyfriend. He would look at Joby and feel threatened. And that was without the help of the worsening hickey on your neck. You’d managed to find a concealer and powder at the store that could cover it for the time being, thank god. Even if he couldn’t see it, one thing was certain. William liked when people thought he was the most important guy in the room. And at that moment, Joby looked far too self important for a man who was pleading his case.

You’d be humiliated to admit to anyone that you often took advantage of William’s ego to get what you wanted. You justified it by telling yourself that if he didn’t want to be taken advantage of, he shouldn’t be so suggestible, especially to women he was attracted to. But the dependence you had on him made you feel so incapable. And part of you thought Will probably knew what you were doing anyways. Always one step in front of everyone else. And Joby was more out there than you ever had been. You were already well aware that he wouldn’t think twice to throw some sort of tantrum if things didn’t go his way.

You ordered a London fog and Joby opted for a black coffee, slapping a twenty dollar bill on the counter before you could get out your wallet. You muttered a thank you but he just shrugged and told the barista to keep the change. Once your drinks were ready, you settled at a booth in the corner, sitting across from each other.

“Please be on your best behavior.” You warned under your breath. A sour taste was already rising onto your tongue even as you sipped at the milky black tea.

“Excuse me, I am always on my best behavior.” He couldn’t sound genuinely hurt even if he tried. He played up the sarcasm, determined to make you crack the tiniest smile again. The way you were shifting in your seat troubled him.

“I am not kidding around this time. Will…he knows people who could really help you. And he doesn’t do favors for just anyone. Especially not random guys that his girlfriend brings in. But I’m sure I can convince him. You’re well established, you have a sizable portfolio, and you've got a new fire for music. You just have to show him you mean it and that you deserve it.”

Joby snorted. If he didn’t believe that he deserved it, how was he going to convince some corporate suit that he was. You shot a glare at him and he straightened in his seat. “Okay. Fine. I’ll be on my best behavior.” He relented, putting his elbow on the table to raise his hand. If he wasn’t so grateful he would be insulted with how you seemed to be talking down to him.

You sighed, eyes darting towards the door and back to your drink every few seconds, obviously waiting for your dick of a boyfriend. You weren’t supposed to look more worried than he was. Hell, he wasn’t exactly sure if you were getting this fidgety over him or the guy who was supposed to like you.

You tapped your nails on the tabletop and he placed his hand over yours, making your nervous reflex come to a standstill. You looked at your two hands out of the corner of your eye. His nails were painted black, but the paint was chipped. You internally winced, knowing that Will would notice. Maybe he'd find it charming. A part of Joby's look; a part of his new brand. Who were you kidding? He would hate it. He would call him unprofessional and make some comment about how it made his company look bad. But you were comforted by the warmth of Joby’s hand, how sincere the touch was.

He tilted his head to meet your uneasy gaze, “Hey, I really do appreciate all of this. The last person who was willing to fight for me this hard was my lawyer. Then again I was paying him so maybe that doesn’t even count…ah, fuck it. My point is that if we can pull this off, I think I’d be indebted to you forever. Anything you want, I’ll make it happen.” He promised. The leverage he once had had disappeared along with his band. But he was eager to repay you in some way.

You looked at him with sympathy and pursed your lips, “I don’t want anything from you, Joby.” He wanted to believe that. No one went into this line of work wanting to take from people. It was quite the opposite. But he couldn’t comfortably say that he was still the same naive eighteen year old who’d just wanted to make people happy. The attention and the pressure that came with the job compelled people to do terrible things just so they could keep growing. Keep chasing after larger stages, bigger audiences, louder cheers, more album sales. It was an unattainable high. If you didn’t want anything from him now, you’d want something later. As kind as you were, he barely knew you. That paranoid gut feeling was the last defense he had.

“That doesn’t matter. Whatever you want from me, it’s yours.” He repeated it, hoping that it would sink in this time. Your lips parted, still trying to think of what to say back to him. His look, his grasp on your hand, and the promise were all so serious. In a strange way, it left you breathless.

“Joby…I wa—”

The bell at the front was as jarring as a siren when you heard it.“There’s my girl!” An enthusiastic voice from the front of the store called to where you and Joby sat. You yanked your hand back into your lap before Joby even had a chance to react. He turned to see the man you'd performed with the night before. His blond hair was loose this time and tucked behind his ears. He wore browline glasses with the same turtleneck and slacks combination he remembered.

“Hey, baby!” Your quick grin mirrored Will’s seemingly enthusiastic mood. It bewildered Joby that he couldn’t see the telltale crinkles by your eyes as you raised your eyebrows, performing your excitement.

“I’ll get an Americano. Make sure it’s 185° exactly. Alright? Thanks.” Will recited the order smoothly. Joby didn’t like the flirtatious smirk he gave to the barista. The barista told him his total and Joby had to hold back a groan as the guy payed with a credit card and left no tip.

“Make it quick, kid. I’ve got a meeting.” If Joby had been the barista, he would’ve spit in his drink for sure. But the barista just rolled her eyes and gave a customer service smile. Within minutes, the drink was ready and he was sauntering over to the booth. Joby took a sip of his coffee to hide the grimace that was threatening to form on his face. He nearly choked on his drink when he saw how short Will was. He estimated that he was about a full head shorter than him. Will sat beside you on the booth, taking a long swig of his own drink, his Adam's apple slowly bobbing. Once he set the drink down, he grabbed your chin and jerked your face towards his.

“Missed you,” he said blankly.

“Missed you, too!” You still wore that exaggerated grin. And before Joby knew it, Will pressed a long, obnoxious kiss to your lips. Joby could only stare down at his boots, feeling far too uncomfortable to express his disgust. This wasn’t some passionately awkward kiss shared by a drunk couple that could still be found endearing. Your eyes were open longer than they should’ve been. And Will held onto your chin tighter as it went on, squishing your skin so hard Joby was convinced it would leave a bruise. When he finally let go, he gave you the same crooked smirk Joby had seen him aim at the barista. 

Joby was almost taken aback when Will redirected his focus to him, evidently satisfied with the display. His expression went deadly serious. From this angle Joby got to see that he was clean shaven but the wrinkles on his forehead betrayed some age. Joby guessed he was a handful of years older than him.

“Mr. Taylor, it certainly is a surprise to meet you. My girlfriend told me a bit about you, but I’m afraid she didn’t explain your situation well enough. Would you mind elaborating on why we’re meeting?” His voice was sharp as a knife, courteous, but clearly not kind.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Joby is just-”

“Hush, y/n. I asked him, not you.” Will dismissed you so suddenly that you chirped a small “sorry” even while your face turned a deep red. Joby wanted to fucking scream at this guy. Who did he think he was? Just because he was your boyfriend, it didn’t mean he could be so cold. If anything, that was more of a reason why he shouldn’t speak to you like that. Like you were any better? You yelled at her in her own apartment just last night. Don’t go acting all high and mighty.

Joby often dealt with the critic in his head. It was a miserable little creature sitting in a director’s chair scrutinizing him all the time. He couldn’t remember when it first started haunting him, but he was more familiar with that voice than his own. Or maybe, it sounded closer to what he always thought he should sound like: sniveling and whiny. So when he heard the smaller, more sympathetic voice, he was a little confused. 

As much as you wanna deck this guy, you can’t. For her sake. Because who knows what kind of shit this guy will give her. And imagine how disappointed she’d be seeing Joby Taylor fail spectacularly once again. She’s rooting for you. Don’t make her regret it. Had his conscience returned after all these years?

As polite as he could manage, Joby Taylor held out his hand for Will to shake and flashed his best smile, now very glad that he’d remembered to brush his teeth this morning. “Good morning, Mr. Kelly. The pleasure is all mine. I’m delighted you agreed to meet with me today.” It had been a while since Joby had had to suck up to some executive schmuck but he didn’t think his act was too shabby. He’d give himself a record deal if he were Will.

As Joby gave a polished rundown of his current situation, he would glance at you between some words. He had to know if you were paying attention to the fantastic show he was putting on; you must be so proud. He would prove that you placed your bets on the right horse. To his dismay, however, you weren’t looking at him. Your expression was blank, staring out the window next to you.

You fixated on a bird outside in the parking lot. It was small, likely a baby, with a wing that didn’t look quite right. The sight of it scuttling around made your heartbeat quicken but you couldn’t look away. You disassociated like this pretty often, especially when Will was talking business. It was an unpleasant sort of discussion you usually didn’t want to take part in. Plus, you didn’t know nearly enough to have anything valuable to say. William would swiftly humble you anyways. That’s why he was so important. When you would play gigs, he was great at talking to the owners of a venue and finalizing all the details. That left you to worry about most of the actual music.

You began listening again when Will spoke up, cutting precisely through all of the bullshit pleasantries Joby was attempting to lay out, "Why did you leave Snake Trouble?"

Joby nodded his head and managed a sheepish laugh, "Creative differences mostly."

"Every musician says that."

"Well, with this musician, it's true."

"I'm not doubting that." Will gave a low laugh, "But what I’m wondering is what 'creative differences' made you leave the band you started midway through a leg of a tour? You could see how concerned that might make a potential manager, I assume."

Swallowing his pride, Joby fessed up, "I had some personal things going on at the time and I had to take some time off to take care of them." He knew not to go too in depth. Lots of guys in the industry had these kinds of issues but no one mentioned them by name. They just called their ex-wives bitches around their buddies and sent their kids dollar store Hallmark cards on their birthdays. Joby didn't really like being in the gallery of those guys anymore than he liked trying to explain it to your snot-nosed boyfriend in the most tame way possible. But watering down the truth was the only way he could be redeemable, he thought.

Will stared, not quite convinced but not wanting to waste time pushing the issue. So he laced his fingers together in front of him and continued. "So we get closer to getting a picture of your situation…" his eyebrows lowered at Joby, staring with beady eyes like he was prey, "Now, I have listened to your bands albums. All of them."

Joby grinned slightly, hoping this would lead to something lighter. He was always better at talking about the music than anything else. "I hope you enjoyed what you heard."

Will chuckled deeply, "I'm going to be honest with you, Mr. Taylor, it was shit. Don't get me wrong you have some good singles in your discography and your vocals certainly show some...promise. But the lyrics are tired and commercial. Whoever was doing the writing for Snake Trouble deserves to be shot."

You watched Joby clench his fist on the table so hard that the skin around his knuckles turned almost white. Will looked pleased as punch with the reaction. Knowing him for as long as you had, you were all too familiar with what Will was trying to do. This was all about kicking Joby in the shins until he'd stay down. You guessed that Will had pegged Joby as a massive piece of work from the second he sat at the booth. He wasn't wrong but it wasn't necessary; Joby was already going through enough. But as much as you wanted to come to his defense, you knew it would only raise Will’s temper.

Joby could've started a fight. He bet that he could pummel your stupid boyfriend's face into a pulp and tell him to fuck off before he could pull another disgusting smirk. How dare he call his life's work tired? But you're looking at him with wide, intense eyes, begging him to keep it cool. The sympathetic voice chimed in again. You swore you'd keep your shit together. And she believed in you enough to help you. You've dealt with plenty of assholes in your life. You can deal with this one.

So, with his ego bruised, he tried to recover. "I-I-I'm sorry to hear that. Writing was mostly a group effort. So I could see how the material sounds...unfocused."

Will wasn’t done with him. He would make him submit. "We both weren't born yesterday. You know how quickly talk gets around this scene. And if I'm taking on a new talent, I'd like them to be capable. I'm not just going to allow a slimeball like you use my name, my resources to get on a stage just so you can screw me over with your antics. So if you want this, you're going to have to do some things for me first."

Joby nodded once.

"First, clean up the act. Being this greasy…mess… is only endearing to a point. Second, I want you to talk to one of my producers. He enjoys the kind of shit you’ve done, he'll get a real kick out of you. Third, write some new shit. If you're such a changed man, then your material should reflect it. I’m expecting something better than Rockin’ Away the Night." There was that deceptive smirk. 

Stifling a scowl, Joby began to answer, "Sounds good-" 

But before he could finish, Will had one more thought to tack on, "You've got about a month.  I'll be out of town until then. When I get back, you better have some stuff that is ready for a stage. I can get you a gig after that. We'll see how a solo Joby Taylor will really work out."

Joby caught you sneaking a glance at Will, brows knitted with confusion. Will took the chance to grab your chin again. This time he didn't kiss you. He just stared at your face intently, studying something. After a few tense seconds, he let go once more.

"Taylor, I'll have my producer call you. I've got to run." Neglecting to say goodbye to you, Will left the coffee shop. As soon as the door closed, you slouched in your seat a little, finally feeling like you could give your spine a break from sitting so straight. You looked outside and watched Will get into his car. He pulled out of his parking space and before you could turn away, you saw one of his back tires roll over the flailing bird. With such ease, the creature was completely obliterated. As if it had never existed in the first place. Your eyelids flew shut, replaying the scene on the inside of them. Will would've rolled his eyes seeing how you pinched your brows together in distress.

Joby fists were still resting on the table. He let his jaw relax, finally noticing how hard he had been gritting his teeth. You put down a crumpled napkin you'd bunched up in your hand and said a soft, "c'mon" before leaving the booth behind. You’d barely touched your drink. Joby watched you walk away, seeming to have wilted from the conversation. The sight sent a strange chill up his spine.

You got back into your car and wrapped your hands around the wheel, squeezing until you felt your nails dig so deep into the foam cover that it left little crescent shaped indents. Joby followed a little bit later, settling in the passenger seat abruptly. Running a hand through his hair, he groaned. You wouldn't look at him again. Even though he'd done so well. He'd put up with Will inspecting him like he was a piece of garbage. He made the guttural sound again, lending more emphasis to his frustration. Still, no answer from you. 

Joby broke the uncomfortable stillness, "What the fuck was that all about?"

"Hmm, the meeting?" Your voice was tired and hoarse like you’d just woken up.

"Yeah, I'm talking about that fucking joke of a meeting." He spat.

You attempted to appease him, "Listen, I know it wasn't fun but-"

"Fun?" he laughed incredulously, "That's a hell of an understatement. That was a fucking…ambush! And you didn't say a thing! Why wouldn't you warn me that that asshole was gonna come in, guns blazing, talking about how shitty my music is?"

"How was I supposed to know that would happen?"

"Oh, I dunno, you're only fucking the guy."

You brush off the crude comment, "Will has done a lot of work for a lot of artists starting out. If you’d just take his critiques and make some changes, you're golden." Joby's frown was defiant, decidedly upset with you. You were unable to control your frustration anymore, "You have some fucking ginormous balls to be calling the guy who could be managing you soon an asshole."

"Because that asshole would be lucky to manage me. I don't care who he's worked with. I don't care what he does for people. You can have basic fucking respect for a guy who's been doing this shit longer than he's been wearing big boy clothes." He had been waiting to rip into the guy. And you didn’t seem like the type that would run and snitch on him no matter how upset you were.

"You're one to talk about being a big boy because you act like such a fucking child. You expect everything to be so easy for you that even when people are handing you the chance of a lifetime, you'll still find a way to complain about it. I have never met someone so...entitled...a-a-and selfish." Your chest heaved with a new fiery energy.

Part of Joby was satisfied. He’d been waiting for you to snap for hours. This was what had made it happen though? You would be well within your right to be angry at him for a number of things, but his entitlement was the breaking point? The idea confused him. But it made him acutely aware of how little of it was your fault. None of it was. Joby didn't want to apologize again even if he knew that he should. He was starting to think that you wouldn’t believe him, even if he did really mean it. He’d just end up doing something stupid all over again.

"I'm the asshole, aren't I?" he conceded.

"Yeah, you really are." You gave him a weary stare. The weight on your shoulders seemed to have lifted, if only slightly.

He ruminated in the thought for a second, the tension slowly fizzling out. Suddenly, he remembered that he basically had nothing on him aside from his clothes, his wallet, and the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He hadn't planned to need anything else. But the past twenty four hours of his life had shifted his situation quite radically. 

"I need my guitar. And my car."

You waved your hand at him. "Then get them. You'll need them if you're gonna do this."

His mouth hung open before he managed to say anything, "That's not gonna be easy."

"Why?"

God, you were going to be pissed. You were going to absolutely despise him. "They're kind of...at a motel...about four hours away..."

"For fuck's sake." You rubbed your hand at the back of your neck and gave him an expectant look, urging him to explain himself.

"Don't ask."

Joby Taylor was going to be the death of you. With the bright sun shining through the car window and hitting his pale skin, he squinted and put his sunglasses back on. You probably would have told him to figure the problem out himself if he didn't look that way, just as stubborn and reckless as he had years before. If he didn’t look so guilty and so reluctant, you wouldn’t have dedicated any more of your time being so worried about him. But he was like the first time you'd ever seen him perform. He was older and a bit more weathered by life now, but damn it, you believed in him in all of his wreckless glory.

You shifted your car into gear. "Then let's get your shit."

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