#it irks me to just put something random down

[lavendersixer]

okay y'all sometime in december im going to write about the holidays, and since the Pine's are canon Jewish i wanna do some audience research. im putting this out now so it has some time to circulate before the holidays start

it would mean the world to me you guys could tell me your favorite Hanukkah traditions/celebrations. it could be what you do or what you think the Pines would do, either way. i would love something super niche and specific to make it feel real. im atheist but my family celebrates christmas. so i don't want to write a really detailed christmas and leave Hanukkah lacking by including just the basics 😭

please let me know if this is disrespectful in any way, my only intention is to create better and more inclusive writing.

much love 🫶🫶

[pastel-peach-writes]

hai !! can i request a reader who looks down on themselves until korra confesses n they get a huge confidence burst ?? :D

Hi! Of course!

Shy Until You're Not | Korra Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: You were known to have low self-esteem, well, until the Avatar made an accidental confession.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended, Kinda Short, Light Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– you were the type to compare yourself to others

– bender or nonbender, you would see someone and wonder why you weren't as good as them, what you could do to be like them, or wish you were them

– you spend most of your time comparing, you didn't notice how good you are at things too.

– whether that's making a joke, taking care of people, drawing, or fighting, you were good at something and you refused to see that.

– you know who didn't refuse to see that though? Korra.

– she noticed everything about you even if you didn't yourself

– she didn't understand why you didn't see what she did in yourself. you were always there motivating her, inspiring her, making her fall head over heels for you

– when you first met, she thought you were shy or some sort of people pleaser so she excused the behavior but once you got comfortable with each other and she got to know you, she didn't understand why you kept putting yourself down in front of her

– and then it clicked

– you were trying to impress or flatter her by knocking yourself down, you genuinely meant what you were saying.

– korra hated that.

– anytime you would put yourself down in her presence, she would confront you.

– "eXcuse yoU! I don't let anyone speak about my friend that way and that includes you." "now, what did we say about the negative self-talk?" "dude, seriously. I will wack you if you keep this up."

– korra's very overprotective. she will literally swat your arm or flick your ear when you talk bad about yourself.

– even through the flaws you claimed you have, korra couldn't help but fall for you. she likes everything about you, even the things you don't like about yourself.

– you were the same way with her.

– sometimes, when she was really down in the dumps, she hated how abrasive she can be but you love her bold and bluntness. it's what makes korra, well, korra.

– you both like each other despite your flaws and honestly, any genuine love should be that way.

– annnyyyways, korra's confession came kind of abruptly.

– you two were hanging together, chilling on top of a rooftop (don't ask), and you were talking down about yourself... again.

–– "You know, I wish I was cool enough to think of this," you bashfully say as you swing your dangling feet. It was sunset in Ba Sing Se and while on a random Avatar trip, you and Korra decided to slip away and take a quick break.

Korra from beside you sighs. She picks at the fur on her Water Tribe wear and crosses her legs at the ankle. She really didn't understand why you talk about yourself like this.

You are the coolest person she knows. You're always there for her and crack the funniest jokes at the most inappropriate times which pleases her because it annoys Tenzin. Not to mention you're painstakingly beautiful and make her heart flutter when you smile.

"But you know, I'm not. You are though." You shrugged, still swinging your feet.

Korra sighs again, but this time out of annoyance. "I hate when you do that."

"Do what?"

"When you talk bad about yourself as if you're not cool, awesome, funny, or all the other adjectives you use to describe others. And honestly, it ticks me off. I don't let anyone else talk about you that way so why should I let you?" Korra shuffles to sit up straighter, legs crossed. "I don't mean to sound like a broken record here, but it really irks my nerves. I can't stand it."

Your feet stopped swinging when Korra went on her tangent. You didn't notice you were talking bad about yourself. It's just something you've done. You can't remember how or when it started either. "I'm sorry. I just--"

"No," Korra sighs again, this time out of depletion. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that. Not like that, anyways. You are literally one of the coolest people on this planet and it kills me to know that you don't think the same. You're kind, compassionate, and you make me want to be a better person. I don't know if it's because I like you or something but--"

"Wait a second."

Korra froze. She didn't say what she thought she did... right? Oh, Spirits, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. Korra was going to ask you the night of the Water Tribe festival after she showed you her home and won you all sorts of prizes. She was going to confess to you a few moments into the fireworks so she could watch the pretty colors dance across your face as she spilled out her deepest emotions to you. It was supposed to be romantic. Not a blurt.

While Korra was having her internal freakout, you were grinning on the outside. The Avatar had a crush on you and she was blushing at the possibility that she confessed to you just now. There was something about her shyness, how she wore her nerves on her face that made your insides turn in a good way.

It was hard to explain but it was like warm butterflies exploded and performed their congregation dance in your stomach then flew up to your chest and fed sweet pollen and nectar to your ego.

Oh, Korra was never going to hear the end of this now. ––

– after her confession, korra wasn't sure if accidentally spilling out her guts was a good thing

– yes, her accidental confession led to you guys dating but it also led to countless nights of teasing and you wearing a proud grin on your face that korra wanted nothing but to kiss off of you

– whatever korra was expecting from you in a relationship, it wasn't this.

– because of your insecurities, she thought you were going to be the shyer one, maybe even the one who got flustered more often or had the smallest things make you weak in the knees but it was actually the contrary!

– it was like you were given a miraculous that made you cocky, flirtatious, and suave. (iykyk).

– korra would like to call your increase in flirty interactions and ego boost a flaw fallen upon her, but she would be lying. She loved it.

– she loved the smirk you wore when you teased her. She loved how your confidence grew when a blush would show on her cheeks

– she loved seeing your shoulders square, your eyes brighten, and your teeth showing themselves off in that cocky smile you often put on

– sure, it would be a bit embarrassing when you would tease her in front of her friends and family, but what's a little embarrassment? some may say the Avatar needed to be humbled. What better way to be humbled than your partner teasing the shit out of you?

– Korra had no clue where that insecure and shy person went after her confesssion.

– they rarely showed up anymore.

– korra saw it as a trophy that you didn't compare yourself to her often and rarely thought you weren't enough for her.

– before, when you saw the people she surrounded herself with, powerful benders and non-benders, you thought you weren't enough which was quite the opposite.

– you didn't do that anymore and it made Korra extremely proud. Happy. You finally saw the person she saw in you after all this time.

– after her realization, korra found you and squeezed you so tightly you thought she was trying to make juice out of you.

– she gave you many kisses after being told she was squeezing you too tightly and reassured you about how much she loved you for you and how awesome you are.

– you weren't sure what caused this reaction or behavior but you weren't complaining

– you were being held and kissed by the Avatar. Who complains about that?

WC: 1,316

[thehighladywrites]

— “Let’s try something new.”

pairing: professor eris x reader, feyre makes an appearance

summary: Eris surprises you with a little surprise before your exam. After a fun session you insist on going home, so your friends won’t see you. But what happens when he’s nowhere near?

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smutty scenes, fem reader, professor x student relationship, both are obviously of age,semi public sex, remote controlled vibrator, eris both slightly degrading and praising (love that),kidnapping oop👀

amara’s note: this is kind of a wild one, we also get new info of eris’s background👀 this is especially dedicated for all the eris haters and antis💗 if u find any typos, your eyes are deceiving you. Also yes I know reader getting kidnapped is SO 2014 wattpad y/n with her orbs getting sold to a mafia boss coded but it’s for the plottttt🫡🫡

part 1 part 2 part 2,5 part 3

The sound of the loud fan and random coughs echoed through the silent lecture hall, the only sounds where the clicking of mechanical pens and the rustle of turning paper.

The literature exam wasn’t really something you were worrying about since you were dating eris so you just sat there looking pretty, thinking of ways to have fun with him later on. Life really was more beautiful when you didn’t have to worry about stuff like exams and hard work.

Eris always taught you the night after anyways. And it was much more fun being in his bed as he’s teaching you things, giving you rewards if you answer correctly and punishments if you answered incorrectly.

Your thighs clenched at the idea and you subtly bit your thumb at the thought of tonight.

You felt a zap in your lower stomach, clenching your legs even harder as you remembered that you had a vibrator in you. That’s right, you nearly forgot about the way Eris had slutted you out on his desk before asking if you wanted to try something new today.

He had pulled out an oval shaped, bright pink little vibrator. It was shapes like a U so that it was nestled deep against your g-spot while stimulating the clit at the same time.

At first you were a bit embarrassed at the way he just casually put it in your palm for you to examine. His eyes had darken at the way your cheeks had heated. The goosepumps, indicating your excitement, almost made him pounce on you again.

“It’s not very big. You sure this will feel nice?”

He smiles, gently pushing your hair behind your ear before planting a soft kiss on your plush lips.

“I assure you, you will feel pleasure.”

You decided to be petty, stirring the pot a little.

“Interesting. And how exactly do you know that this feels nice? Have you tested it on other girls?”

His lips twitch in a smirk.

“I’ve tested it on myself.”

Your eyes widen at his casual answer. Eris in bed playing with himself sounded like grade A masturbation material, holy fuck.

His smirk only widened at your shocked face.

“Why deprive myself of such pleasure?”

You nodded, your mind feeling a bit fuzzy.

“Uh-huh. You really shouldn't. And neither should I. So, please put it in me.”

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You obey, lolling out your tounge as he puts the toy in your mouth for you to wet.

You hop of his desk and turn around, bending over as you push your skirt up. His hand massages your ass before slapping it, enjoying the way you yelp.

Eris glances down at his F.P. Journe, clicking his tongue at the amount of time remaining before his hall fills with bothersome students.

He can’t wait for the day you graduate and he can finally leave this fucking place. There’s really nothing keeping him here anymore except you. He finally found a legal business he can use as a front so there was really no need to keep playing professor.

It really fucking irked him that teaching a bunch of hormornal idiots was the job his father had decided to use as a front for the business. But money had to come legally from somewhere right?

Convincing people that the mansion was an ancient family estate passed down through generations proved ridiculously easy. Despite the entire place being new, the idiots didn't bother checking the details.

You wiggle a bit, trying to get him out of his thoughts before the doors infront of you opened. Eris quickly put the toy in with a grin, not surprised by how easy it slid in considering how many times he had you finishing on his tounge.

You rise and shift your weight between your feet, ensuring everything feels just right.

“Oh, i just feel light pressure. Will people hear it?”

“No, not at all. Do you want to try it out before you sit down?”

You nod then almost fall to your knees at the strong vibrations. Letting out a sharp gasp you grab onto his shirt, curling your fist in his shirt.

“How do you feel, my love?”

You take a step closer, resting your head on his steady, beating heart.

“Good. I feel really fucking good.”

Once again, he slaps your ass and this time it feels so much better.

“Mind your language.”

Grabbing his shoulders, you jerk him down and kiss him hard, licking and biting his lips before grabbing your bag and using the side entrance to leave the hall, only to come in with the other students through the big doors.

—

Class started 5 minutes late because Eris needed his hard on to calm down. He was for sure getting you back for it. So when he opened the doors, he told everyone you had assigned seats because of the exams when in reality, he wanted you to have the last row to yourself. There was no one sitting in the back except for you so there was plenty of room for some fun.

The test, a multi-page character analysis and study on one of the course books, was handed to you by Eris along with a few extra pens to occupy yourself. But you still tried your best. He was still your professor and you really wanted to show him that you belonged in his class, you wanted to make him proud of you.

All that flew out of your mind when he started the toy, making your whole body tense before relaxing.

Eris started explaining everything to the class and asked if anyone had any questions before starting.

Then the bastard looked dead into your eyes and asked while he upped the speed,

“Any questions in the back?”

You clenched your legs together and gripped your pen so hard it started to crack,

“No professor.”

He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his and told everyone to start.

Seated, you struggled to answer the questions, constantly distracted by him and the pesky remote tucked in his slacks. Squirming in your seat, your face warmed, attempting to swallow with a dry throat.

It felt so good, having every part of you stimulated. Your entire body was always on edge, goosebumps and heat flaring your body. The onlu thing you hated was that during these two hours of pure ecstasy, he didn’t let you cum once. You were only brought to the knife sharp edge and had pleasure taken away. You considered just fixing it yourself had it not been for your nerves and the other students there.

Finally the exam ended and everyone left to discuss their answers at the cafeteria but you stayed put in your chair, convinced that if you moved, there would be a big stain. When the last student left and Eris locked the doors, you stood up, grabbed your things and tried to leave the room. If he didn’t allow you to cum then you wouldn’t allow him to touch you.

Seated in his chair, he observed your every move until you reached the door. Just as you were about to leave, he pressed the highest setting, causing your knees to wobble.

“Tell me, dear. Why are you so angry at me?”

He approached, crouching beside you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Okay, maybe he could touch you.

“I’m- wait, it’s too much, Er, please.”

Eris looked at you with mock sympathy and simply went on.

“Did you want to cum? Is that it, hm? My beautiful girl is angry because I didn’t let her cum in a classroom full of others? Are you truly that needy?”

His words mixed with the intensity of the vibrations had you seeing white. You came with a cry, head thrown back and hands grabbing his forearms in a steel grip.

“May I have some more?” you asked with a smile. In response, he mirrored your smile and gladly fulfilled your request.

—

After spending time with Eris in his office, he offered to drive you home, but you opted to walk to avoid being seen by friends at a nearby party.

You should have just let him fucking drive you home

The crisp autumn evening turned unexpectedly traumatic as you strolled home with your AirPods in. An eerie sensation of being followed grew, fueled by a black sedan trailing a few feet away. Heightened paranoia set in, prompting you to quicken your pace.

The car halted, and a tall, red-headed man emerged, his footsteps thudded against the dark sidewalk behind you. As he approached, tension heightened until an unsettling silence fell. Your fight-or-flight instincts peaked, and you turned to confront him, only to find no one there.

Annoyed and frightened, you turned around, only to encounter a wall of muscles but before you could scream, everything went black.

—

Feyre’s pov:

“The number you have dialed is not available right now-”

She tosses her phone onto the couch, wondering where you are. The plan was to get ready together before heading to the party she insisted on attending. She was informed if TA Rhysand's presence, and she couldn't resist checking it out.

She was starting to wonder where you were. You mentioned being ‘busy’with Eris after class, but this was dragging on. Maybe you just decided to bail, but it's odd since you're usually stuck to your phone, and she didn't get a text or anything.

Feyre got a bad feeling in her stomach and decided to pay Eris a visit. She knew it wasn't really appropriate to show up at his place, but that gut feeling wouldn't let go.

And if you were at his house, she’d simply murder you for ignoring her.

You had given her Eris' address a few weeks back, just in case she needed to get in touch with you urgently. Now, she really hoped this wasn't turning into an emergency.

She rolled up to Eris's place, this big gate in the way. Hit the intercom button, started talking.

“Hi professor, it’s me, Feyre Archeron in your AP lit class. Listen, I know this might be inappropriate or whatever but is Y/N in there? I just really need to know since she’s not answering her phone and I haven’t seen her since the exam. If she’s there it’s fine and I understand and I will get outta here but-”

Eris buzzes her in and bolts out to the courtyard before Feyre can even ask about his fancy estate.

Feyre's eyebrows furrow as only Eris appears.

“ Wait, where is she?” she questions.

Eris looks at her with panic, revealing that you left nearly an hour ago.

“Well, if she isn't here, then where the hell is she? Do you think something happened?” Feyre demands.

Eris's eyes harden, jaw clenching.

“Trust me, I'll find out,” he grits out before instructing Feyre to come inside.

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[parkerpeter24]

Hiii!! If you are taking requests, can you please write a Peter x Reader where the reader and Peter started dating before the spider bite and after Peter got bit he calls the reader to come over because he is freaking out that he suddenly changed and they figure out Peter's abilities together like all crack and fluffy type 🥺🥺🥺

okayyyyy here we go

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

requests are open (but don’t get your hopes too high)

masterlist

peter never avoided you.

he was often busy with school work, community service and his spanish classes but he always made time for you no matter what.

today was different.

everything seemed fine till friday. the two of you studied till late that evening and peter decided to stay over as the two of you fell asleep, cuddled up in your bed. When you woke up on saturday, peter was missing. you didn’t think much of that because you weren’t up for the embarrassing comments from your parents.

now it was sunday morning and there was a lack of his good morning messages. there was nor one on saturday and neither one today. however, the thing that irked you the most was that he wasn’t replying to your texts either. you had sent him various messages, some asking about his whereabouts, a few random meme pictures in hopes that he’e reply with at least a crying-laughing emoji. but nothing came.

it was around 2 o’clock when you received a phone call and you literally threw yourself off the desk chair, seeing your boyfriend’s name flash as the caller.

“peter where the hell are you?!” you cut to the chase but he seemed to ignore your question. you heard him on the other side as he breathed out shallow breaths into the speaker of his phone, “w-what’s wrong?” you asked, suddenly worried that he was robbed or hurt somewhere in one of queens’s alleys.

“(y/n), come home, p-please.” he stuttered, his voice sounding a mix between a plea and a demand.

the call just disconnected as you were about to ask what had happened.

but there was no time to think now. you put on your shoes as adrenaline rushed through your veins, making you stumble as you rushed out of your house, ignoring the call of your name from your mom.

peter was basically your neighbour so it didn’t you too long to reach his place, two houses down the street you lived in.

you pressed the doorbell more than thrice before his uncle ben opened the door, looking at you in confusion, “hey, kid, peter’s-”

may peeked at you over her husband’s shoulder as she walked to the door as well, “did you know what happened to peter?” she asked, clear confusion written all over her face.

you shook your head quickly, “he called me...”

you picked at your nails, just wanting to run past the elderly couple so that you could find out what really happened to the sweet boy.

“you should go see him, he’s been acting...” ben and may shared a look before settling on a word.

“weird.” both of them uttered at the same time.

“i’ll look.” you nodded and quickly made your way upstairs to peter’s room, thanking the parkers on your way up.

you knocked at his door, which seemed weird, but you had to other option as you found the door locked from the inside.

after a few beats, he opened the door and you looked at him. his hair was sticking up, except for the few locks that were stuck to his forehead due to perspiration. he raised his hands up, “something is wrong.”

you looked at him with raised eyebrows. he moved back quickly, letting you in. you noticed the distance he kept from you, which caused a small ache to develop in your heart, but you quickly diverted your attention to the condition his room was in.

there were food containers, bowls, packets of flavoured yogurt sprawled all over his work desk. now peter was a pretty tidy guy– or so you’d made him– so this was new.

the chair he usually sat on had it’s left armrest broken. there were papers– his notes– all over the room, some on his bed, some on the floor.

“peter... what the fuc-”

“i know!” peter exclaimed, “baby, please tell me i’m not hallucinating or... or am i going crazy?!”

“peter what’s wrong?” your voice, dripping with concern, made him look up and just as you took a step towards him, he took one back. a look of hurt flashed across your face.

“no. no, no, no.” peter quickly, “let me explain.” you sighed and nodded, letting him continue, “yesterday, a spider bit me.”

“huh?”

peter continued, ignoring the worried look you gave him, “(y/n), i’m sticking to everything! and i’m... i’ve gotten super strong! i broke that chair.” he pointed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped, “i think there was something wrong with that spider.”

“peter i-” you weren’t sure if moving closer to him was a good idea because he’d just back away, “are you... high?”

“what?!” he stared at you with squinted eyes.

“i think you need... rest?” his expression now mirrored your. there was too much confusion in the moment.

“you don’t believe me.” peter sighed in defeat.

“hey, hey. it’s not that, baby...” he shook his head as you trailed off.

“i can prove it.” all you could do was stare at him as he walked towards his desk, placing one of his fingers over the theoretical physics book, the heaviest among all the other books of peter’s. he pulled it up and then the book was in the air, stuck to his finger as if there was an adhesive between the two surfaces.

“holy-!” you almost screamed, now taking a step away from him.

he tried shaking his fingers but the book just wiggled in air, “h-how are... how the fuck are you doing that?!”

it was getting hard to breathe properly as he forced the book away from his fingers, the cover getting damaged in the process. now you understood all the pages on the floor. your eyes trailed over them again and you noticed the torn parts of papers.

“you’re sticky...” you mumbled out and looked at peter. he nodded in agreement.

“i thought the spider bite was making me hallucinate but...”

you took a deep breath, still trying to wrap your head around all of it.

“i’m sorry i didn’t want you to come close because i didn’t want to hurt you.” he explained, frowned eyes, looking into yours.

you held eye contact with him as you slowly took a step towards him, then another, and another until you were standing right in front of him, “you won’t hurt me, peter.” you assured.

“i won’t but-”

“just shh.” you placed a gentle hand over his cheek. he was sweating profusely, you noticed now but you didn’t care as he leaned into your touch, “it’s just your hands, right?”

your voice pulled him out from his slight trance, “what?”

“my hand is not going to stick to your cheek... right?” you asked, afraid to test it out.

“i honestly don’t know...” peter said, nervous to know himself.

thankfully, you were able to easily pull away your hand, taking a sigh of relief.

“what about other parts of you?”

a blush covered his cheeks at your question, “i- uh.. i-i’m sorry what-”

“like your lips?”

“are you willing to kiss me and find-” before he could finish his sentence, your hand grabbed another piece of paper from his desk and smacked it over his lips.

as soon as you left the paper, it floated down to the floor and you gave him a grin, “i can still kiss you!” peter stood there, giving you a blank look which made you chuckle, “sorry.”

“does this mean we can’t hold hands anymore?” peter asked, feeling a little at ease now that you were here with him. it gave him a sense of calm in your presence. in this moment. his senses didn’t feel on override. he was just trying to focus on you and your cute thinking face.

“maybe you should relax a little.” you looked at him, eyes softly boring into his soft, brown ones.

“how?” you offered him a hand and after slight hesitation, he placed his palm against yours. you grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently.

“maybe don’t try to focus on the ‘i’m super sticky, i stick to everything i see’ part?” you suggested, making him laugh. you took a deep breath, prompting him to do the same and it seemed to work. peter released your hand and it just fell to your side, as it would normally have.

peter gave you a huge smile, wrapping his arms around your waist, “god, you don’t wanna know how much i hated staying away from you!”

you chuckled, giving him a quick kiss. pulling back too soon for peter’s liking. however, before he could protest or pull you back for another kiss, you patted his chest twice.

“okay, sticky guy, go take a shower now.”

[jjuniehao]

[11:23 pm]: yoon jeonghan

you love your boyfriend, you really do. there’s close to nothing you wouldn’t do for him, and every day you get to wake up next to him, kiss him, have him love you back in the same way is a day you’re eternally grateful for.

you have to keep reminding yourself of that, a constant chant of, i love him, i love him, i love him, i love him, echoing in your head.

because if you didn’t, you’d personally shove each and every single one of the 1000 puzzle pieces in every orifice on his body.

“why would you start with a random chunk? everyone knows that you start with the edges first!” jeonghan smirks a little at the exasperation in your voice, rummaging through the piles of puzzle pieces you had sorted through and put aside for later.

“but look, i can see the petals so clearly. why would i wait when i can see which pieces go together?” you stare at him incredulously, watching him break apart pieces you had assembled already, only to try to make them fit with his puzzle pieces.

“han, what are you doing?! this obviously doesn’t fit—“ you reach over to snatch the pieces from him, and your boyfriend’s quick reflexes be damned, because instead of puzzle pieces, you end up halfway sprawled over his lap, fist tightly clutching onto the sleeve of his hoodie.

jeonghan looks at you with one brow raised, almost mockingly smirking at you while he keeps trying to make two very ill-fitting pieces fit somehow, “hey now, it’s puzzle time. whatever you’re planning over there can wait for later.”

you groan, ears turning red, “you’re insufferable. why am i so in love with you?” jeonghan laughs, fricking laughs, at that and chucks the puzzle pieces to the side. he wraps his arms around you, pulling a quiet gasp from you, pulls you closer to him and lets himself fall back on the couch with you now sprawled on top of him.

he grins at you, and if you weren’t still so irked about the whole puzzle drama, you’d notice the fondness in his features, something that’s reserved for you exclusively. “jeonghan—“

before you can start your rant about proper puzzle etiquette, your face is pulled down for a kiss. and another. and another.

“you were right. you start from the edges. you’re just so easy to provoke and so cute when you get all huffy,” he coos, another kiss placed to your lips. “forgive me, yeah? my puzzle master.”

“hmm, maybe. i’ll think about it,” you hum, nuzzling into his neck and letting out a satisfied sigh. jeonhan’s hand comes up to run along your back, making you relax against him. “what about your puzzle?” he lightly pinches your sides, making you squirm in his hold.

“you’re better at cuddles than at puzzles.” there’s an infatuated smile on his face and he just hums in agreement, deciding that he’d much rather have you cuddled up to him like this anyways.

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series.

*i can’t link it since it messed with the tags :(

[dilfartist]

May I request a Part 3 for the Leon las plagas fic?? It's just so!!! Exciting!! How reader reacts to the pregnancy? Weird side effects??? Does Leon's aggression turn into more smothering affection? Do the scientists conduct physical tests on reader (how does Leon react to that??? Does he have to be restrained? Is he present?) Her thoughts as shes kept in relative isolation? Does she bond with the baby she's carrying (talking to the bump, playing games)?

Missed - short (pt.3)

Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; Visiting Leon after your check-up

Reader description; Female/GN

Edited: No, Yes

Word count; 1k

TW; kidnapping, forced pregnancy, SA mentioned.

Notes; {Last part! Also, very sorry if this isn’t a good ending just wanted to post something to get me into writing again.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Mrs.(Last name), your breakfast is ready.”

The radiant lights flick on, nearly blinding you despite the dark blanket covering your face, gaining an irked groan from you. It takes an effort to lift yourself, the additional weight in your abdomen making it a laborious act. “What is It?” you utter, voice raspy.

A Nurse enters the room. She hauls in a full tray of food. Providing you with a polite smile, she set the tray on your blanketed lap. “This morning we made you: pancakes, bacon, and eggs; just as you requested yesterday.” You nod showing acknowledgment, returning her polite smile. “After you eat, we’ll start with your check-up. Okay?” you nod once again and she takes her queue to exit.

It’s been four prolonged months since you conceived the baby, or what the scientists declare “experiment 12,”. While your time staying here hasn’t been the best it’s beginning to feel like your new life.

You follow a schedule: first breakfast, then a check-up, maybe a meeting with Leon, and whatever else happens throughout the day.

The food here is okay. Truth be told you wish you could have a burger, maybe even convince one of the workers to stop by a fast food joint. Unfortunately, the scientists prefer for you to eat what they provide and only what they provide. Some day you’ll convince them the baby wants it. Maybe then they’ll get it.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble to yourself. You get out of bed and head over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a random comfortable shirt. It was nice of them to bring your clothes from home, they were way more comfortable than what they had suggested you wear at first.

“I’m ready,” you call out, knowing they are watching you from the other side of the glass. A doctor enters the room clutching a pen and clipboard. She pushes in a cart of medical supplies, “Hello, Mrs. (last name),” she sings, “How’s you and the baby?” She sits on the chair adjacent to your bed, patting the edge to encourage you to sit as well.

“We’re fine.” you groan, lifting your body up to take a seat beside her on the bed.

“Hm, still no out-of-the-ordinary cravings for pregnancy - no pains?”

“No, still none.” you sighed, looking down at your pregnant ample belly.

Throughout your pregnancy, everything seemed to be normal. You had the same cravings as any other woman, the normal discomforts as other pregnant women- everything appeared expected for a pregnant woman. It provoked worry from both you and the scientists. The normalcy in the pregnancy could lead to an abnormally painful birth or an abnormally formed baby; as hypothesized by the scientists.

You look up to see her documenting the given information on her clipboard. “I’m still allowed to see Leon, right?” you inquire, tone a bit desperate. She glances up from her paper and smiles at you, “Yup! After we’re done, I’ll take you to his chambers.” She clicks her pen and the blue ink tip withdrawals. Putting away the pencil, she pulls out the medical supplies and begins to examine you.

She runs a couple of tests which take about twenty minutes. Then she gets to your belly; gently she touches around the round flesh, her fingertips slightly poking at you not enough to earn your discomfort. You watch as her brows begin to furrow slightly, growing in intensity after every couple of seconds that her hands explore your belly. From your point of view, it’s like she’s checking a fleshy watermelon, gently shaking and poking at it.

After a while of poking and rubbing you like a crystal ball, she holds your stomach for a minute, and her eyes widen slightly. She bends down and lifts your stomach.

“I finally found something anomalous,” she says triumphantly, a smug grin spreading on her face as she perks up at you. You peer down at her, curiously attempting to look at yourself but ultimately failing due to your belly’s size. “What? What is it?”

She stands tall pulling off her blue gloves. “Your stomach is heavier than a normal pregnant woman’s.” She ambles to the trash can by the door and disregards the gloves. “I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before- maybe this happened overnight or something.” She shrugs.

Now that you consider it, you have noticed other pregnant women don’t find normal tasks as difficult as you do. Well, they obviously do find it hard- you meant from what you’ve been told by the doctors. Usually, women rate their pain as a five or six. You’d rate your pain as a seven or eight in recent days.

Instinctively, you began to caress your stomach. How bad would it hurt during the birth procedure? Wouldn’t the heavier the abdomen mean the heavier the baby? Your eyes widen and suck in a quivering breath. She takes notice of the change in mood, asking what’s the matter. You explain to her your concerns resulting in her chuckling, “There is a possibility of the birth being a bit hard, but I assure you, you’ll be in good hands.”

She leads you out of your room where two security officers are awaiting your arrival. They greet you with a nod of their heads, then continue to look onwards. You’re escorted through the plain white hallways until you finally reach a heavily gated metal door. One of the security guards walks over to put in the code, ensuring his back faces you. The doors open wide and you depart the doctor's side to enter.

Listening closely you can make out the dialogue from taxi driver playing at a medium volume. You shut the door behind you softly.

Leon sits in a wing chair, one leg across the other, slouching back with his head resting on his palm. Leon can usually detect when you’ve entered the room by your scent and the sound of your footsteps, but he was too captivated by the movie. Cute.

You tip-toe over, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips. Resting against the top part of the chair you tap the top of his head. Leon jerks forward slightly, he looks up, ruby eyes meeting yours. It takes him but a moment to realize it's you. He grins at you, “You surprised me.” he comments with a chuckle.

“Really? I thought I gave you a hard attack.” you giggle. You take your seat in the other wing chair pointed toward the television.

Leon smiles softly at you. Good, you think. Leon was starting to show off his emotions more openly now.

After the night you had conceived, Leon avoided you like the plague. His mind was guilted with the knowledge of what he had done to you. The person he swore he’d never hurt. It took weeks for him to look you in the eyes. About a month to finally start talking to you continuously instead of spewing a few words as a response to you. Now he was showing his emotions off after a couple of months.

“How was today's check-up? You did have one today right?” Leon questions, slightly moving his chair in your direction.

“Yeah the baby is still healthy but we found out it's really heavy.”

Leon nods his head taking in the new information. You decide to question him on his time away from you, “what about you? Anything new?”

Leon absentmindedly fiddles with his fingers, he recalls his day in slow-formed sentences, “Well, they finally told me when I’d be able to continue working.” Leon had been wanting to get back to work sometime, he’d been asking every month since his captivity. “They say I’ll start next month.”

You hum, “That’s great, baby.”

“It's good and all,” Leon starts, leaning back in his chair, “but I hope I’m not out when the baby comes.” Leon didn't trust anyone in the building when it came to the baby’s delivery. He wanted to be there not only for your safety but to unsure they wouldn’t try anything.

“We still need to decide the name,” Leon notes.

Leon lets out a small sigh, displaying a small smile. He looks at your stomach, “That reminds me, what about the gender? Do you know it yet? Did they tell you?”

“Oh, yeah! Give me a second.” You abruptly stand, hurrying your way as fast as your swollen feet can go to the door. You tap on the door. Tap, Tap, Tap. The door opens slightly ajar, and the doctor peaks in slightly. “Is everything okay?” her eyes flash worry. “Do you have the paper for the baby’s gender?” her worry dissipates, “Yes.” she slides in a vanilla envelope through the crack.

You close the door and make your way back to Leon. Presenting the vanilla envelope to him, he turns to you quickly, eyes slightly wide. “Should I open it, or you?” you sing, waving it in the air.

Leon focuses on the envelope, lips pursed in thought. His eyes softly turn to you, “Could you, please?”

“Okay.” you oblige, teasing him by moving ever so slowly.

“...what do you think?”

“...is it a boy?”

You grin at him not uttering a single word. Leon isn’t sure if his assumption is correct or not, so he asks for the second option. “Is it a girl?” This time instead of making him guess you nod your head.

A smile crosses Leon's face, but it's different from any other you've seen from him. It’s genuine. It wasn’t like Leon never smiled, just a few minutes ago he was- this was just different. He had a smile you could only capture when the subject of a candid photograph isn’t aware of the camera.

Leon is the first to move, hugging you tightly and slightly rocking your body along with his.

If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, perhaps you too could find unconditional joy in the moment. Yet you can’t. At the end of the day, this child could tear you to bits. At the end of the day, you could die because of the possible unatural birth. At the end of the day, you could be shot down like an unuseful dog after their experiment is finally birthed.

You know the pleasure you feel in these moments will soon come to a soul-crushing end, so traumatizing you’ll awake in a cold sweat many years later if they have not disposed of you.

For now, you’ll indulge in the normalcy of the situation as much as you can.

For soon that will come to a crushing end.

[indecenthoney]

"One Too Many"

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I never really had an eventful life. Not because I haven't lived it, it's just that there is a certain comfort to being at home. I'd love to go to a party with friends, but I'm not the best at talking to randoms. But one random night, just like any other night, I got a call from one of my friends asking me to pick them up. It so happens that my friend wasn't doing so good at this party. I quickly rushed over to pick her up. She smelled of booze; carrying herself in a drunken stupor. My other friend managed to open her phone and call me up. They continued to party while I was tasked to bring her home. Not quite how I wanted to spend my evening but what are friends for? I guess.

"Hey... Dude... We're here... Get out... What do you mean you can't walk? Fuck... Of course, you can't walk... Do you know how shitty your tolerance is with alcohol? I mean... Why the fuck are you drinking? What do you mean don't be mad at you?!? Don't you dare start crying... Ughhh... Okay... Okay... fuck... I'm sorry for shouting at you... Tomorrow I am lecturing you till your ears bleed... Get up... I'll drop you off... Careful... careful... Where are your keys? Uhuh... Alright... If you need to vomit... I left your garbage can next to your bed... Call me in the morning..."

After settling her in, I quickly made my way to the door only to be stopped by a quiet voice. Something that I would usually ignore but quickly followed a barrage of tears and sniffles. How could I leave her alone?

"Nooo, I wasn't leaving... I was just going to grab you some water... What's wrong? Do you need to vomit? No? Thennnn.... why are you crying? You don't wanna be alone... Did something happen at the party that I should know of? There was a guy... and he was hot? And you wanted to bring him home... but you said what? Oh my fucking god... You didn't... No shit that would scare him off... Okay okay... I'm sorry I'm sorry... So you're upset that you screwed it up... It's okay we all fuck up sometimes... What? Dude you're plenty pretty... You'll get another chance... Maybe next time don't drink too many drinks before trying to flirt with someone... Especially if you plan on bringing them home..."

I was jealous. I shouldn't be complaining seeing as how I never made an effort to put myself out there. Plus I wasn't exactly ugly or bad-looking. It's more like a hidden treasure type of deal. Under the scowl and heavy clothing, I had a good smile and I was pretty hot. I just never really had the confidence to show myself off or flirt. What's more, is that I always wanted someone to come up to me and shoot their shot. Hearing her talk about some random guy, irked me. But, I hid away the jealousy and wiped away her tears. Searching through her drawers for some tissue to clean her snot-filled nose. She's such a baby when she's drunk.

"Here... Blow your nose for me... Thank you, good girl... I'm going to grab you some water and I'll be back... Promise... What do you mean you don't want me to leave? You really need to sober up... Yes, I'm not going anywhere... What? C'mon, use your words... What do you need? It's hot? Uhm... then go get changed... Help you? No way... I am not going to help you... Do you even understand what you're asking me right now? Hi hello... It's me... Your friend... That'd be weird... Okay okay... stop crying jeez... I'm going to pick out your pajamas...Alright... I'll just be right there... You can see me still... Ugh, dude... I'm literally a few steps away... Fine okay... You can hold my hand and follow me... Better? Good... Yes yes... the fluffy pajamas I know..."

There was a certain appeal to her vulnerability. Funny enough, it's like seeing Batman cry. A rare event. Seeing her cling on to me was nice. Despite that, I had to steel my resolve to get through what came next. Undressing her. I had her sit down on the bed. Unbuttoning her blouse. Lifting her shirt. And finally, finding myself shaking while unhooking her bra. A little difficult considering my eyes were shut. But it was my weak attempt at keeping my morals in check.

"C'mon put your arm through... There we go... Good... Alright wriggle outta that skirt... It looks uncomfortable... You're making me feel hot... Now... Im going to turn around while you put these on... Help you? You're joking right... You're probably just sober and teasing me now... Why would do I have to help you put on panties? I know you're wobbling but... Fine, let's just get this over with..."

Little whimpers escape her lips; each leg is fitted through her panties. Doing my best to stare at the floor than to look at her bare pussy. My thumb grazing along her thighs. A slight tremble feeds back into me. A glance reveals a newly formed wet spot. Upon release, I found my hands around her soft hips. I look back at her; only to find her breathing heavily unsure of what to do with herself. She quickly places herself atop me without a word.

"H-hey... Uhm... We still have to put your pajama bottoms on... Are you-... Wait... Woah woah... S-slow down... You're just a little drunk... Let's slow down before you regret something... I really don't wanna- Mmmph... Mmm...."

Lips interlocked. Time passes both slowly and quickly. Hips picking up speed to ease the tension. My morality slowly crumbled with each and every kiss. Each and every grasp of her body leading us deeper and deeper into sin. Even if she did initiate, I found myself slowly gaining dominance. My entire body leaning into her; needing more. Wanting more. Even her kisses began to stifle at my relentless assault. She gave off a look of complete submission as if to say anything to ease that burning sensation. But enough with pretty words, all I really wanted to do right now was to fill this room with her pretty little moans. My hands finding their way south; rubbing along the newly formed wet spot. Teasing her. An incoherent and feeble attempt at communication was made. Her protests were brought to a halt with every little slide of my thumb. She soon realized the more she put up a fight, the more I would tease her. No amount of bratting would have gotten her out of that situation.

"You're squirming an awful lot... What's wrong? Oh, is that it? Such a needy baby... You want more? What a greedy little girl... Not enough stimulation? What? Unsatisfied? Because I don't fuck you like how the other guys do? Shove my cock into your pretty little holes until completion? Yeah... We don't do that here... You've never been teased properly before, have you? Well, that's no fun... Why don't we fix that? Listen you can fuck whoever you want... however you want... But you're with me right now... And if you want my attention... you're going to have to listen... Let's see... I'll give you what you want... But on the condition that I get to freely do as I please... And all you have to do is sit there and take it... If you can last three minutes without whining or cumming... You can use me however you want... Do we have a deal?"

Not that she was in any position to decline. It was just amusing seeing her struggle to behave. I don't blame her. Kind of hard to resist when the one thing you've been waiting your whole night to have is just right there in front of you. And you can't do a thing about it. It's like placing a treat on a dog's nose. Lesson being, good pups that wait will get their reward. Her hands cover her mouth. Eyes rolling back with every flick of my thumb. Her pussy dripping wet from all the attention.

"Look at you... Doing such a good job... Why so quiet, love? Does it not feel good? Maybe I should rub a little faster then... There we go... Now I can hear you... What was that? Use your words, girl... Slow down..? Now why would I do that? When you're such a drippy little mess... you're basically forming a puddle under us... Aren't you ashamed? Making such a filthy mess... Almost there, sweetheart... Two more minutes..."

Two hellish minutes which seemed like forever. I can only imagine what's going on in her head. To make things worse, my touch slowly lost its vigor. Strokes of my thumb dwindle to a tiny tap on her needy clit driving her restless. An incoherent babble of words. A slight buck in her hips to rub herself against me. It would seem she wasn't aware of what she was doing at this point. All she knew is that she needed to cum. Ten seconds remain. I'll tell you now that I am a pretty sore loser when it comes to these sorts of deals. Without a thought, I was also nearing my limit. Sliding myself into her. I could quickly feel her warmth envelop me. It was nearly impossible to stop thrusting into her. It felt as if she was cumming with each and every thrust.

"Cumming again? How many times was that? Oh? It hurts? You can take it, sweetie... I'm almost there... Just a little longer, alright? I promise... and while you take a break... I'll use you're pretty little mouth... and we'll go for another round or two, yeah? I know you're shaking... but this is what you wanted, right? To be fucked senseless? Now just stay there and... take it... Be a good girl... and take it... F-fuck... "

I lost count of the number of times I came in her that night. Bent over the desk. All around the bed. The living room. The shower. On the couch. Even in the hallway of her apartment. I wouldn't be surprised if someone saw us. But we didn't care. Or well, I didn't care. By the end of the night, I had her mindlessly moving her hips on my cock. Up and down. Unattentive to how much time has passed. A cock drunk little slut waiting on every little word that escaped my lips. I knew then that life was going to be a little less boring.

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Respectfully,

Honey

[jasongotdrip]

i had a thought. again. this may be one of my biggest yaps. +2 tiny arts included. Except it’s all horrible. It’s 2:30 am and I’m running on just straight brain power😭

wtf was charlie doing walking around during an extermination💀)

I had a daydream except it’s 2:30 am so night dream except im not really asleep but whatever. I imagined charlie found her and brought her back to the wherever and she just started YAPPING. Because she’s excited to have someone around, probably. She’s a lonely lil princess. I was thinking of a lot of different scenes this could happen in but I thought of this one the most. Charlie knows Vaggie is a “sinner” so she just casually mentions how she’s the princess, knowing (but not caring) about how most sinners disrespect her while even knowing her rank. So like she doesn’t care because she knows ‘this person won’t treat me better’. Or smth. Idk. Anyways. Keep in mind they’re not in the alley, but instead they’re… somewhere. Does charlie own the building of the hotel yet? Idk but we’ll just say yes for now because I don’t know where else they would be. Not Lucifer’s place, obviously.

but still, how/when did vaggie find out that the random girl who picked her up off the street was the literal PRINCESS OF HELL

P.s. charlie probably clipped vaggie’s hair out of her face for the sake of the bandage but i was too lazyz to draw it

CAN I JUST SAY??? CHARLIE WAS KIND OF ASS IN THE ALLEY SCENE. LIKE. WHY ARE YOU TUCKING YOUR HAIR BEHIND YOUR EAR. YOU CAN NOT BE DOWN BAD ALREADY LIKE I KNOW VAGGIE IS HOT AND SMEXY BUT GODDAM. LIKE YOU FIND THIS EYELESS WOUNDED GIRL IN THE STREETS AND ONE OF YOUR FIRST REACTIONS ARE LITERALLY WATTPAD LOOKING. (*tucks hair behind ear cutely snd looks away*) LIKE SHUT UPPPPPP.. I LOVE CHAGGIE BUT… THAT JUST IRKED ME. CHARLIE WOULD BE “OH NO I HAVE TO HELP THIS PERSON BECAUSE CLEARLY THEY GOT HURT FROM THE EXTERMINATION!! I HAVE TO GET HER PATCHED UP OR SHELTERED!!” NO!?? INSTEAD, SHE JUST TURNS FRUITY. OF COURSE SHE IS FRUITY.

i am.. so sorry for that. um. Anyways.

I like to imagine Charlie took Vaggie home, washed her up and they have a slow burn starting somewhere in there. Vaggie probably listened to all Charlie’s rants and dreams, while helping her slowly kick start the hotel’s physicality. They become better friends and begin to trust each other. because like, they’re all they got. Vaggie has no where else to go and charlie has no one else as loyal as Vaggie. So naturally they become dependent. Then romance ✨

. I know what i said about charlie tucking her hair behind her ear, but she was probably just noticing how pretty she was or sum. But still, you are in the middle of a warzone honey please stop being gay for a second 😭

but who had feelings first? Charlie, maybe because she already thought vaggie was pretty. But there’s also vaggie.. like of course she’s going to grow fond of someone who picked her up and started taking care of her when no one else would. Maybe they both started at the same time lol

No one really knows when they met Angel Dust but obviously before pilot right? I thought of a funny interaction that would kind of help the feelings be more known, if they weren’t established before they met Angel. Like there definitely are feelings in the air but they’re brought to attention by something snarky Angel Dust says when they first meet

THERE ARE SOOO MANY THINGS I COULD PUT FOR HIM TO SAY BUT I JUST CHOSE THIS CUS HE DOESNT HAVE A NOSE

Vaggie: CAN YOU SMELL MY FIST IN YOUR FACE??

then chaos. But like.. charlie and vaggie think about it. Then idk. That’s as far as my brain will take me. Hyperfixations help me yap a lot but it all stops at a certain point. There are so many ways chaggie could have been developed so it’s hard to just say one. So i kinda jjst want to see how it goes and how much they’ll show us of their backstory. I’m sorry for yapping.😭😭

[dragon-queen21]

Caregiver Obanai & little Tanjiro mini fic

I blame @juicezone , this is entirely their fault. Giving me inspiration and making me start new fics, how dare >:1 (joking, joking <3) Will this be an actual long fic one day? Who knows my motivation is very random these days lol, so take these two short little scenarios in the mean time

Based loosely off of @fandom-ageredips prompt: “Caregiver somehow always has a spare paci on them, and it’s a different paci every single time”

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1.

"Oi stop that."

Tanjiro whined. Taking his fingers out of his mouth for the third time. He glared at the snake pillar something that not many we're confident in doing. Obanai glared back at him.

"It's unhygienic. Not to mention annoying."

Tanjiro turned his head and did his best to resist the urge to chew on something. He had been nomming on his haori but the hashira hadn't liked that either. It was frustrating, and if it wasn't for his unstable footing and the fear of being followed he would have gotten up and left ages ago. But no he was small, stuck in between being regressed and being normal and stuck being 'babysat' by the older male.

"Oi!" Obanai swatted at the regressor's hand.

Tanjiro turned finger pressed against his lip. He wasn't even doing anything this time!

Obanai grabbed his hand never the less. "Here."

Tanjiro blinked, trying to look at the other's hand and going slightly cross eyed.

The snake pillar had pressed something to his mouth.

"No more chewing on your hand kid."

Tanjiro spit out the plain black pacifier. Where did the other even get this from? He puts the pacifier back in his mouth and decides he rather not question it.

2.

Tanjiro was crying. Shinobu almost felt bad, almost, because she’s had to put up with Zenitsu already so her patience was waning and quickly.

“Honey it’s one shot. You’re going to be fine. A little prick and it will all be over.” She tried to sooth. It doesn’t do much as the boy continues to cry, holding his arms protectively away from her.

“Nuh uh!” He’s shaking his head.

He’s clearly small, distressed on top of it, she should be treading with caution. Instead, “Kamado!”

The boy freezes and Shinobu takes the opportunity to administer the shot.

“There see? I’m sorry for raising my voice, but we’re all done now.”

It’s silent for a moment, Tanjiro looking down at his arm, tears frozen.

The next moment and he’s wailing.

“Oh dear. I’m sorry.” She means it, seeing as the teen now refuses to calm down.

The door slides open, revealing a very irked hashira. “What is going on?! You torturing the kid or something?”

“Of course not Obanai, everything is under control.”

The snake pillar frowns, looking between Shinobu and Tanjiro who bawling his eyes out. He sighs, stepping further into the room.

“You are terrible at taking care of kids.” He comments dryly.

“Oh and you are any better?”

“Yes. Actually.”

He pulls out a pacifier from his haori sleeve, deep purple and when Tanjiro takes a shuddering breathe between tears he presses the bulb to the boy’s mouth before he has the chance to start sobbing again.

“Where did you…? Why…? Nevermind.” Shinobu shakes her head. Best not to question what works.

It takes a few moments for Tanjiro to register the soother. His tears slow as the hashira awkwardly rubs his back. “Breathe kid. It’s over. She’s not going to hurt you anymore.”

Shinobu took offense but decided not to comment and risk upsetting the mentally younger teen who’s now decided to cling to the older male.

“Looks like you have everything under control then.” She gathers up her things with a bow. “I leave him to you.”

“Wait a second! I didn’t sign up for this! I just wanted to get some peace. Shinobu!”

[monimccoythings]

Arlong x Human!reader: Parenthood Part 2

Homefish trying to be romantic but failing miserable lol. Since Arlong took care of his half-sister when they were younger, so I guess he would manage as a parent more or less. It's the ideologies he could give his kids what worries me... but Shyarly turned out perfectly fine with humanity, so maybe it wouldn't be that bad.

It had been another happy and peaceful day in your lives. You just came back from groceries, handling your unruly daughter in one hand and the bag with your food for the week in the other. Fearing you would drop everything, gently put the bag down and fumbled with your hands to get the keys. However, something about the door made you stop and immediately tense.

The door had been unlocked. It was not easy to see since it was closed, but in the lock there were certainly some scratches that were not there when you left that morning. Should you call for someone? Or face them yourself? It had been two years, but you didn't think you had forgotten all your combat training. Though you would have to be very focused on your kid's safety and that could become a dangerous distraction.

"Honey, stay here. Mommy is going to check something." You whispered to her. Desperately, you searched in the grocery bag for something to attack the intruder with. Anything at all. Even the celery could be of use.

With your heart thundering in your chest, you opened the door and got inside, celery in hand, ready to beat the shit out of whoever got in there with it. And as soon as you took two steps in, you unconsciously let the celery drop.

Arlong sat in your couch like he owned the place. His presence, always overpowering, made the small living room suffocatingly claustrophobic. And he still had that lust filled gaze, filled with something much darker.

"Hello, Gorgeous." He said in a mocking tone. Your blood ran cold, whatever he was going after, it had to do with you. He may be looking for revenge after leaving so abruptly, thus unabling him to follow his plans. Maybe he came to slaughter you, maybe-

"Mommy, butterfly!" Your daughter, always with the greatest timing, choose that moment to make her appearence. However, the second she saw Arlong, she hid herself behind your legs.

Arlong on the other hand had frozen in his spot. His eyes, now comically wide, quickly moved between you and her and viceversa. It would have been an hilarious situation if you weren't risking so much. His lips were drawn in a thin line and you could literally see the gears moving in his head. 'Do the math, champ'. You thought bitterly, one hand reaching behind you to hold your daughter closer.

His movement was so sudden that made you back up a couple of steps. Arlong got on one knee in front of his daughter. He observed her for a couple of seconds, his head titling slightly. Finally, he decided to speak. "What is your name, child?"

Your child, even if friendly to all her neighbours and friends and even random animals, felt very shy when it came to dealing with strangers. Specially ones as impossing and threatening as her own father.

"She is not great with strangers." You tried to keep your voice steady and calm. Arlong bared his teeth at you, an animalistic display of power. "She is mine." It was the way he punctuated the word mine that made you decide that you were not going to have any of it.

"Ours." You corrected him, never breaking his stare. You saw the veins in his neck thicken, his powerful muscles tensing, as if he was about to snap. However, he thought it better. But that gleam of determination didn't left his eyes.

From then onwards, Arlong became a constant presence in your household. He was just there, and it irked you to no end. When questioned, he said he wanted to get to know better the product of his slip up. His tone rejected further questioning. And you knew better than to provoke him in front of your child.

Sometimes he left for days, and came back with things for the house and his kid. The first time he did it, you nearly had a heart attack when he returned.

Arlong seemed like a completely differet person with your daughter. He was patient, charming, doting; to you, he was the kind of person he was pretending to be to lure you to him. She seemed to have gotten a little more comfortable with having him around, at least she didn't hid herself behind your legs anymore whenever she saw him and could be left alone with him in the same room, but with you always in the next one, of course.

He took you two to water playdates, to teach your daughter to swim and breathe underwater, something that you, due to your human condition, were unable to. If he was feeling generous that day, he would pull you in the water with them, using a snorkel to help you breathe and keeping a firm grip on your waist with his free arm. If not, you would be left in the boat, nervously wondering if he would whisk her away from you.

If you had to go to the town for chores, he would follow closely, like a shadow. Watching like a hawk and sending dirty looks towards anyone who dared to come closer than needed. Even if it was uncomfortable having to be constantly mouthing apologies to your neighbours and friends, you had to admit he was doing an amazing job controlling himself given what you had heard of him. He had passed from hate to barely tolerate humanity, and that was huge progress for him. Your daughter, as always, remained blissfully oblivious of the tension her dad was creating.

Arlong's treatment of you also changed. Before, you had the impression that to him you were nothing but a nuisance, an accessory to his recently discovered child that he couldn't get rid of without greatly upsetting her. But, as time passed, both of you settled in a quiet routine that fitted you well. There was some unspoken camaraderie when taking care of your child. At some point, when you three sat on the garden swing, if there was no room left, because Arlong occupied nearly the entire swing and your daughter was laying asleep on the remaining space with her head on her dad's thigh, he would generously 'allow' you, to sit between his legs as if it was a privilege that had to be earned. It was awkward, but it was the thought that counted.

Your feelings towards him were hard to define, you didn't know how to feel at all. You feared you were falling for his tricks all over again, but this time you had way more to lose. Arlong didn't gave you any signals so you decided to be wise and just keep things the way they were.

When you felt safe enough in whatever it was what you three had going on, you considered the posibility of returning to the dating pool; it had been so long since the last time you had a date and you could finally have a night out in the town without worrying about Arlong kidnapping your daughter, since he understood your daughter adored you and to take her away from you would only incur her wrath, and yours.

That idea didn't suit well with Arlong at all. Judging by his behavior, you could only deduce that he seemed to be in the belief that just because he had knocked you up, he had staked some sort of claim over you and refused to share his property with others.

Refusing to give in to his intimidating presence and glowering stance, you accepted the invitation of a charming young man that lived nearby. He had always been very sweet and polite to you and was also very cute, basically all you needed right now.

When the time for the date arrived, you walked in your best dress towards your trembling suitor, while Arlong stood in the entrance, his broad frame filling nearly the entire doorframe. One of his hands, held your kid protectively against his burly chest; the other, was grabbing the doorframe with a grip so vicious you were sure it would crack eventually. He looked positively furious, murderous even.

Not daring to look back, you basically dragged your date towards the town, hoping to have an awesome night.

But you didn't.

As it turned out, men's turn offs weren't really children. It was the children's fathers. Your date spent the entire night anxiously looking around him, in fear Arlong would come out of the shadows and bite his head off. How disappointing.

As you climbed up the stairs to your porch, you wondered if it was always going to be the same. You just getting your hopes up, and people being too afraid of Arlong to act up. And as soon as you opened the door, there he was, slumped backwards on the couch, one ankle over the knee, and his head laying on his fist, in what looked to be a bored position.

The moonlight that entered through the open windows was enough to highlight the coldness of his blue eyes. "Back so soon? I thought human males would last longer. Gotta say I'm a bit surprised but it wasn't entirely unexpected coming from your species." His words were sharp as knives, his lips peeled back in a feral snarl. You felt tired of his antics and his childish tantrums. It had been enough of a horrible night already, he didn't need to come and ruin it even further.

Ignoring him, you went towards the kitchen and leaned on the sink. You needed something to drink, like, right now. You didn't hear him come closer to you until it was too late.

"You left." He purred against your ear. You could feel his hot breath against your hear. "The only human that I considered pleasant enough to be worthy of bedding, and you left me... We could have had everything; and now, you have the nerve to go out with other men right under my nose."

Wow, what a way with words he had, how come you didn't fuck him since day one? And how could he act all butthurt when he had been the one who had treated you like shit after you slept together??

" All the things you did to Nami and that village..." He harshly turned you around to face him, both arms on each of your sides, trapping you between the sink and his hard body. He was breathing heavily, and for a second you thought you saw the Arlong everyone talked about. But he didn't do anything else to harm you.

"I can guarantee you that if our roles had been reversed, they would have done just the same." His voice was laced with biterness.

"You can't possibly know that!" You said, minding your volume, in case you accidentally woke up your girl.

"Believe me, I do." For a second, Arlong's eyes filled with something akin to sorrow. You wanted to ask what he had seen, what he had gone through, but you knew he would never tell.

You felt him press himself closer to you, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. What did he want from you?

"You can't just judge an entire village you barely knew. How can you expect me to overlook that, what you did to them was monstru-"

"And I've been paying for it for two whole years. Or did you think that Impel Down is a luxury resort? Whoever enters there, never comes out the same. I was lucky enough to get most of my crew out of there barely alive and send them home."

You didn't know what to say. What could you possibly say? What even was this?

"My feelings will never change. I dislike humanity." You arched an eyebrow. "Most of humanity." He corrected himself. "When I first came here, I came to demand an explanation and to drag you back with me." He was just making it worse. "But then I saw her, and you, and the life you had built together and realised It was no longer just about me."

"Why did you stay?" You asked. It had been months since he had reappeared in your life, he could have easily taken both of you away, to live forever imprisoned by his side. Yet he had stayed, he had mostly adapted to your habits.

He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed your chin and slowly dragged his webbed thumb over your lips. He looked disgusted, at you? at himself? Who knew. A low rumbling growl was building in his chest. "You have done something to me."

What you had was messy, complicated. Impossible to define by regular standards. You barely knew each other, yet you had a daughter together and that was the least of your problems.

He had done horrible, messed up things that could never be forgiven and that you couldn't just ignore. He still harbored resentment for humanity; however, when given the chance to start it all over again, he had chosen not to, preferring to remain with you and your daughter instead and sending his crew away to keep them safe.

You still didn't know how to feel about him, how to figure out the turmoil in your chest when he was around. And you guessed he still had some trouble acepting his feelings for a human.

None of you knew where this was going to head out; nonetheless, deep in your heart you hoped, that this small moment in the kitchen was a step in the right direction. The direction that would lead to a brighter future for you three.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Them bridal carrying an injured reader

Characters: Jean / Eula / Noelle x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of blood, but nothing graphic

a/n: I got two similar requests to write a few characters (Eula, Jean and Noelle (and rosaria, but I left her out, since I normally only accept requests with up to 3 characters)) bridal carrying an (injured) reader, so I decided to just combine them.

Also, I haven't written for Noelle in what feels like years, so if I got something wrong, I'm sorry!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Jean

Jean spent most of her work days either behind her desk, filling out all of the paperwork she could, or working through all kinds of small random tasks given to her by the citizens of Mondstadt, so while there was a part of her breathing a small sigh of relief that she was accompanying you when you managed to get yourself injured by a pack of Hilichurls, she couldn’t help but be slightly irked that things had to go wrong the one day she got to work outside, even if she’d never catch herself voicing her not exactly selfless thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I’ve had a lot worse wounds over the years. So there’s no need to stress about it too much”, you brushed off the concerns of the person carrying you on the quickest route back to Mondstadt, only for Jean to sternly counter almost instantly.

“I appreciate you trying to calm me down, but I don’t think this is the right situation to downplay everything”, the acting grandmaster caught herself almost snapping at you, the stress of the situation taking its toll on her.

“Tis but a scratch”, you responded just as calmly as before.

“Your leg is bleeding.”

“‘It’s just a flesh wound”, you were quick to correct yourself, your follow-up joke about not really needing both of your legs anyway landing about as well as a drunkard that’s been thrown out of a window.

Luckily for the both of your leg and Jean’s sanity, you arrived to the city shortly afterwards, the situation turning out to be far less serious than the acting grandmaster had dreaded, even if it was clear to you that she still had to calm down somewhat, the trip outside of Mondstadt not exactly helping in lowering her stress levels as much as you had hoped.

Eula

If anyone had told Eula beforehand of how much you’d enjoy getting carried around bridal style, she’d either had decided to lift you in another, less comfortable position or would have simply left you where she found you. But nobody did, and instead she was now stuck with a person far too happy to tease her for someone that had been wounded not long before.

“If you’re feeling fine enough to tease me this much, I can’t help but start wondering if you’re well enough off to walk back to Mondstadt yourself”, Eula stated after letting out yet another long, drawn-out sigh, doing her best to hide her increasingly red growing face by looking away, her hands being too occupied with carrying you to cover it.

“Nah, if I have to be honest it hurts like hell. If I don’t keep myself occupied with talking I might actually start crying”, your voice slightly cracked as small tears started forming in your eyes, only for them to be wiped away by your hands just as quickly as they appeared.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time I had to deal with someone getting injured”, Eula’s tone shifted drastically as she tried her best to assure you, putting on a smile to put your mind at ease, only to nearly glare at you the instant she saw your face.

“Awww, be assured, I know that I’ll be fine. I mean how couldn’t I when I have such a knight in shining armor as you to help me”, you grinned at her, causing Eula to nearly let go of you, the knight barely being able to stop herself, praying for your sake that you wouldn’t drive her into insanity by the end of the trip.

Noelle

When Noelle picked you up with ease, her reaction not differing in the slightest to when she picked up a staple of paperwork to bring to the acting grandmasters office, you suddenly found yourself suddenly remembering the fact that Noelle had what you would best describe as superhuman strength, all your worries about how you’d get back to Mondstadt vanishing just as quickly as they appeared as the maid started carrying you back towards the city.

“Is your leg doing better? I know what I tried wasn’t much, but I hope it at least helps somewhat”, Noelle asked glancing towards the bandages the had wrapped around your leg the moment she noticed you had been injured, the almost perfect way she had treated your wound causing you to silently wonder if there were things she didn’t know how to do.

“Oh yeah, it’s feeling much better, all thanks to your help!”, you thanked her with a smile, not all too surprised at the lack of confidence she held in her skills by now, choosing to ignore it for now as you left out a yawn, the extra energy you had received thanks to the adrenaline finally giving way for tiredness.

Before you had even the time to voice your intentions to close your eyes for a bit, they had already shut as you fell asleep in her arms. If only you had mentioned your heavy sleeping to Noelle, you might have spared her the scare she got once she tried to wake you up afterwards, only for your eyes to remain closed.

You might have also spared yourself the bruised shoulder you got from her attempts to finally wake you up.

[fancy-allude]

Rewriting Love

Sequel

Ushijima x Reader

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Love as portrayed is full of butterflies and adventures, dates and kisses, hot and youthful. But that’s not how love came and not how it stayed, for the love that you know is far from the books you’ve read. When you started dating Ushijima there were no pet names or regular dates, you were just being your usual selves and nothing changed. It continued like that for the first few months, up until you caught him acting weirdly and out of touch.

The unnatural touches and awkward texts, the excessive gifts and cringe nicknames. It didn’t take long until you have cracked the code and pulled him aside for some serious talk.

“Speak and make it brief.” You say while staring him down at a nearby café. He only looks at you confused and tries to show off his charms. Leaning back on the chair, hand weaving back his hair he says

“Whatever do you mean?”

You held up your cup threatening him with that closed eye smile of yours. Understanding the situation at hand, he dropped the rhymes and was in his usual stature.

“That’s more like it. Now, care to tell me what the hell has gotten into you these days?” You look at him worriedly as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Don’t you like it?” He asks meekly in his seat.

Not having the patience for this you lean in and lightly tap his cheeks, you also gave him a flick on his forehead just for extra measure.

“To be honest I’m getting worried, I mean I knew getting into this relationship that it wouldn’t be your typical romance so it’s quite absurd that we’ve suddenly shifted into that genre.”

He stayed silent in his seat not knowing the words to say in this situation.

“Did someone say anything?” You ask trying to lean into his space showing him that you weren’t mad.

“It probably sounds stupid, but…” He hesitates while avoiding your gaze.

“Well it most likely isn’t given how it bothered you to that point.” You try to scan your surroundings thinking if you should go somewhere else lest he’s uncomfortable. Ushijima notices and a soft smile graces his lips.

“It’s alright, it’s okay here. But to start off I just heard from a bunch of my classmates how lovers usually enjoy that stuff. And that sooner or later you might get sick of me for being unaffectionate, I was quite scared and tried to follow their advice though I doubt it works seeing how irked you are.”

You already had a hunch and you let out a soft sigh, moving to a seat closer to him you lean at the table and stare at his face openly. Taken aback by your boldness he moves a bit further to put some distance between you.

“Do I look like someone who’s into those cheesy romantic stuff that people like?” You ask him directly while admiring his features. The soft glaze in his eyes, the way his lips forms a thin line before speaking, the way his hands fidget when he’s nervous and his brows furrow when he’s confused. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable man before you.

“Perhaps, it was a mistake on my part not being vocal but you already have my heart and attention for all it’s worth.” Leaning in closer as you make a mess of his hair you gaze at him lovingly and continue on with your speech.

“I foolishly thought that being in this relationship has confirmed my feelings and thoughts about you but perhaps I was being too passive. I like you a lot and I adore you, for reasons that people need not know. But if it’s you then I’d be happy to elaborate. There’s too many to enumerate so I’ll just name a few and remind you of the others later on. Your texts that are bland and plain full of greetings reminds me that there’s always something to look forward to in the day, the random visits in my classes to ensure that I’m doing well makes me fell giddy and happy deep down. The hair ties you carry around you in the weather gets too hot, the extra umbrella in your locker in case I forget mine as well and the random snacks that you give me so that I can have my fill. There’s many more that I have to spare but I hope those clears some of your doubts.”

Looking to your side as you wondered in your thoughts, you found yourself falling deeper for his pure and genuine soul. As his eyes shine from the tears that are about to fall, you pat his back and hand him a tissue. There was no need to sit around and ponder for longer, instead you pulled him out and found a hidden spot to resolve his fears down under.

At a loss of words for what to say, Ushijima tries to apologize for his unusual display, but you just smile at him gently and give him a hug.

“As long as you’re being yourself while staying at my side, then there’s nothing to worry about because I love you plenty more than you think.”  

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Julie Kicks Saz's Ass

Here's a quick thing. I definitely should be doing work and will return to doing so. But I needed to get this out of my head. Also unofficial voice claim for Saz. I think Saz would sound similar to Tracy Chapman's singing voice. The original writer and singer of Fast Car for those who may not know. (Completely unrelated it's just been something on my mind).

Have another fight scene. I was gonna do some studying into some more fight styles just cause I wanted to but me busy. So we gonna wing this in standard narwhal style.

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"You're getting really good at beating Elliot's ass." Julie praised, a slim finger sliding beneath the fabric tied over her missing eye.

Saz huffed breathlessly. The bear morpher slowly rising to full height in acknowledgment. The compliment proves more as a statement of truth regarding the deer morpher's awkward position. Elliot's face one with the ground. Arms flailed out awkwardly. And ass sort of in the air. Proof that even in a forced slam to the ground they had decided to practice on, that he'd resisted until the very end. Though it really looked like he was embracing the grazing nature of the animal he took after. Even with the deer morpher appearing more like a billy goat with both busted antler stumps protruding from his skull.

A groan finally tore through the deer morpher's throat. Eyes from the fellow morphers following his body collapsing onto its side.

"I know my suffering is like solving world hunger to you, but I know I deserve a turn to watch you suffer."

Julie couldn't help but to grin, "A turn? I've beat you less but worse than Ian has." She nudged Elliot with her foot.

Saz's brows scrunched at that information, scratching softly at her mustache, "Maybe don't admit that right in front of me."

Julie looked over to the irked bear morpher, quickly apologizing. She knew Saz and Ian were having a difficult time getting along. She didn't need to make the process more grueling than needed. A bit of slime oozed from her palms.

Elliot rolled away from the antagonizing foot. Hissing softly at a random pain that shot through his knee.

"You don't think Saz could beat you?" Elliot said, genuine disdain and disbelief making it difficult to distinguish whether that was a question or an accusation.

Deer and Hagfish stared at each other. Hagfish thought. Carefully. Silently. Twirling one of her braids around her finger.

"There's always a chance she could right? But everyone knows I fight to win."

Elliot seemed more offended on Saz's behalf than the bear morpher herself.

"I buy a round of slurpee's for everyone if you can win." Elliot rose to his feet with a grunt, grass stains littering his clothes.

The bear morpher chimed in.

"Elliot, how the hell am I gonna beat someone who can beat you?"

Elliot gestured to Saz, "Easy. The power of friendship and your gut instincts."

Saz stared blankly at him. Grumble rumbling in the back of her throat. Partially slipping past her lips. Never had she wanted to beat someone's ass so intensely for blind faith in her. The bear morpher didn't think the slurpee was a good enough reward for the pain she'd endure.

"Please?! Free slurpees! Free!" Elliot clasped his hands together, giving her the best doe eyes he could manage.

She grunted softly and glanced at Julie. Realizing the woman was laughing. She was doing a poor job at disguising it. Shoulders shaking with sharp intakes of breath.

"It's good practice anyway. Let's do this." Julie said after her laughter calmed.

Saz nodded hesitantly and put up her guard. Watching Julie closely. Julie tossed off her jean jacket and shook out her limbs. Julie crouched down a bit, both of her forearms in front of her face. Both called out ready and watched each other. Both unmoving for an unnerving amount of time.

Julie shuffled in. Quickly closing the space between the two. Her palm shot out, fingers curled in. The bone of her palm knocking Saz's block straight into her face. Saz cursed at the stunning shock of pain. The force of her own fist hitting her face splitting her lip. The bear morpher needed to regain her composure. She needed to get the fuck out of the hit zone. She was learning just how good Julie's reach was.

Hagfish morpher throwing another palm strike to Saz's cheekbone. Saz's head whipping at the force. The bear kept her wavering block up. Reaching out quickly to grapple with the fellow morpher's arm. The sound of Elliot's cheers making her ears ring. Or maybe that was from the two hits to the face. She wasn't thinking about that. Instead her thoughts went to how hard it was to grab the woman.

Julie's block remained strong. Slime oozing from her pores the more Saz touched her. Genuine gay nervousness and the stress response of being mid-fight helping her. The bear morpher quite literally couldn't get a grip. A very important skill in the bear morpher's fighting basket. The bear morpher had to take the risk.

Saz dropped her guard completely narrowly dodging an actual closed fist punch that just might've had her seeing gods. Saz wrapped her arms around Julie. Using as much of her clothing as she could as a barrier. Practically squeezing the woman as tight as she could.

Julie wheezed at the initial squeeze. Fighting her urge to squirm in the bear morpher's beefy grasp. The slime oozed faster. Seeping through her clothes.

She took her own gamble. Wedging herself closer into Saz's hold. Slipping her arms free with ease. Her palms rocketed upwards, slamming into Saz's chin. Some of Julie's slime coating the bear morpher's scruff.

Saz's teeth slammed together at the impact. Tears brimming in her eyes from the pain radiating from her mouth and face. A roar of agony sounded out from the preoccupied morpher when Julie's fist went painfully into her side. Her other hand sloppily reaching out to push the woman off of her.

The hagfish morpher's slimy palm making direct contact with Saz's nose. Saz's head rocked back with the force.

"Holy shit! Saz let her go! Let her go!" Elliot screamed out to deaf ears, panicking.

Julie squirmed in the death grip now. The pain seemed to have made Saz grip tighter. In some wild state of semi-conscious rigor mortis.

Saz raised Julie as high as she could. Her own sweaty and now fellow slime soaked shirt rose up her stomach. Once Julie was face to face with her, knowing she had little time before that slime made her impossible to hold, she bashed Julie's skull with her own with no remorse. The force pushing the escape artist out of her arms.

Saz groaned in pain in short growls. Backing away from Julie as pain radiated from her face and side.

Julie touched a slimy hand to her forehead. Hissing softly at the tender patch of skin she knew she'd have a bump on later.

Elliot waved his arms wildly on the sidelines. Staring at his battered friends. Well, battered friend. Julie was pretty well off in comparison. The hagfish morpher wasn't standing down until this fight was over either.

Julie kept her guard down. Watching the bear morpher sway drunkenly on her two feet. The morpher's eyes swimming in tears as they put a shaky block back up. Julie swept in. Surprised by a surprisingly fast fist knocking a gasp from her. Julie's fist finds Saz's previously punched side again.

A roar of pain sends fine droplets of blood flying. Julie takes her opportunity once again palm hitting the bear morpher's now exposed throat.

Saz falls forward with a gasp. Wheezes and soft growls intermingle as she attempts to catch her breath.

Julie looks over to the shocked deer morpher, "You better get your friend something more than a slurpee. I'll take care of her while you take your walk by yourself."

Elliot jogged over to Saz. Worry overrides the pain in his knee.

"Holy shit Julie."

Julie shrugged, falling to her knees to rub the broad back of the morpher still struggling to catch her breath.

"I told you I fight to win, Elliot."

[jennrypan]

Got any headcannon to our lovely superstar johnny cage

Hm let's see..Haven't got much that everyone else doesn't already think

First and foremost. He is bi but I think this is a universal FACT fr.

He's a service top/ switch. He's down for whatever fr. (He's needy, whimpers and will be mouthy cuz ofc ofc)

He loves kids, like he likes acting in front of them and putting on little shows to make them laugh.

He WILL make people watch all the movies he's referenced. Like full on marathons at his house so they can understand what the hell he's talking about and just cuz he thinks they'll like the movies. He'll specifically find movies he thinks his friends will like and puts it on.

His love language is gift giving and acts of service <3 oh you like that thing over there?? I GOTCHU. You want me to give you a piggy back ride? I GOTCHU

He's the type to whine and complain if his partner leaves without kissing him goodbye. Boy is dramatic and WILL make it their problem, texting them things like: 'You left without kissing me :(? I'm hurt, I'm literally dying 💔 ' 'Bby are you mad at me :((?'

He gives GREAT hugs. Like full on chest to chest, holding you close cuz he's affectionate and things everyone could use a hug fr (his tits are huge and so are his biceps, you WILL get a hug)

I'm thinking his powers were giving to him by Shang Tsu in the MK 1 timeline. By ACCIDENT. Like when they were fighting to get Mileena back to normal he accidentally gets some of the guys weird shit on his arm and to anyone that isn't Earthrealm it would've burned them or something and instead it just stung him and it was like a mild itch until suddenly..he had those green plasma blasts at the end of MK 1?? And Shang Tsung was mad as hell when he found out cuz now this annoying Earth realmer has abilities ��

Likes when his partners wear his stuff. Like yes!! That's my jacket!! That's my shirt!! Hell yeah!

He likes cats and would own a Maine Coon and call it Cage Jr. (Idc idc I'm projecting, give my boy a cat)

Favorite colors are Green, Red, Gold and pink . He likes flashy colors

He didn't have many friends growing up cuz people thought he was too loud and obnoxious so when he meets Lui Kang and Co he LATCHES on (abandonment issues :)) ) he wants to hang out whenever they can, he talks about them all the time cuz they're his new besties

(Especially Kenshi 👀)

He snorts when he laughs <3

Sleeps in his boxers or nothing at all so..watch out for that.

He knows a lot of random ass facts about all the things he buys. (People think he just buys things to spend money but nah he's a dork who researches random artifacts and has them to make sure they're taken care of)

He will FREQUENTLY bug Bi-Han about that statue he broke and will terrorize him about it, and Bi-Han will just about lose his mind in rage cuz this Earth Realmer is irking him

He visits his moms grave on her birthday all the time without fail and WILL get agitated if someone tries to stop him or tell him he has prior commitments (unless someone else is dying or something extremely serious is happening..like his child being born maybe 👀 you'll wait til he comes back)

He writes in cursive!! He learned cursive from his mom and knows how to write fast from experience of signing things. (He's also a fast reader cuz he's gotta read his contracts to know nothing fishy is happening)

Annnd that's what I got so far--

[meirimerens]

Hello this is a random thought but first off. Thank you for headcanoning the moms (like Daniil's or the twins') because God Knows there's enough dead/nonexistent moms in this story. But then I'm always curious (because my own hcs are not firmly settled there) if Daniil's mom is alive during his adulthood (as she appears in some of your art).. what does she think of her son's career choices. Does she complain that he should get a more respectable job than disgraced mad scientist? Is she supportive in principle but upset because he gets into trouble and she's worried? Is she enthusiastically supportive? Did she attend his lectures and embarrass him by loudly being like "that's my son there he's brilliant and you all should fund his research ☺️"? Did she brag about her son reanimating a dead person to her friends at a tea party? What's the vibe there

HIII WELL FORST OF ALL THANK YOU... IT'S NOT MUCH BUT IT'S HONEST WORK... and ok ok so my belief is that she. doesn't know What he does. like the details of his work. i think from university on they don't see each other very much, and dankovsky tries to Not involve her too much, for multiple reasons of 1) she's of fragile health so he doesn't want to scare/disgust her into illness 2) involving her could put the Powers That Be*'s eyes on her, and possibly put her in danger if anyone tries to like. arrest him for medical malpractice or whatnot. he tells her very little but she's very proud of the little he tells her. he tells her he's into longevity research (which, technically... not wrong), which she is very proud of. i think she got a copy of his university thesis, but she didn't read through it, because it was a bit complicated for her: however she's so happy he did it, and holds it dear. she doesn't know about his money problems, his frankensteinesque behaviors... and that's on purpose by him so she cannot be bothered by people who would be after him. there is also the fact that To Me she is a religious woman [i often talk about dankovsky having been raised eastern orthodox In My Mind's Eye and she's part of it], so he doesn't know if she'd like his death-defying stunts too much, as it is... quite heretical honestly. he's not a believer, he's an atheist theomachist, like Doesn't Believe In God, But If There's One, We Got Beef [which informs the Way He Is about death and dying], but he loves and respects his mom, and does not want to like. scare or disgust her. [when she learns, later, it's a whole Ambiguous thing. on one hand, going against god's design is sinful and heretical. on the other, orthodoxy from what i know explores the part of divinity/godliness in man = man should behave like god, because man wears the face of god/was made in god's image (source: greek orthodox friend, which is Diffrent from russian eastern orthodoxy, but like, also i'm making my research lol) so it's like. he's a lil bit like him fr... no i shan't say that it's heretical... well... a lil bit... no... (<- yeva's internal monologue)(i'm writing something about it) so. a whooole thing]

she doesn't know he's bringing the dead back, or trying to. she doesn't know what has gone down in ToG; she just received a letter in which he told her he was traveling to place where he could maybe find a breakthrough in his research, but since they don't see, or send each other letters often nowadays, she didn't think much of it when she had no news for2 weeks. she only realizes 1) something Fucking Scary happened when he comes back after the 12 days looking like hell 2) that this Something scary is within a bigger picture of Scarier. queue:

tldr: she's alive and well; she don't know about the whole resuscitation bits because 1) dankovksy Gets In Trouble and doesn't' want her to get in trouble if he tells her 2) he's preddy distant 3) she's a christian woman so the whole playing god bit would irk her a bit and even if dankovsky is fully confortable being an affront to god and wishes everyone had the rationality of science and humanism he can't deny he loves his momma and doesn't want to hurt her like that even if she's pious. she's Supportive in the way any good mother should be, but she has no idea What she's supporting him in doing, and he prefers it that way.

[bikananjarrus]

i rewatched episode 4 of ahsoka (bc i wasn’t super focused the first time) so here’s a little review in bullet point form!

(this got kinda long i’m so sorry. i love complaining lol)

starting with things i liked:

-finally seeing sabine actually fighting in her mandalorian armor! it felt like the sabine we know and love

-the ghost!!!!!! THE GHOST MY BELOVED!!!!!!! prettiest ship in star wars fr

-seeing jacen again! literally he is my baby boy 💚 (also the “mom…I’ve got a bad feeling” like yeah 😭)

-ahsoka pulling the ‘obiwan dealing the killing blow to maul a la twin suns’ move on marrok was good and the fight choreography with baylan was solid i thought. you could feel the weight behind him and ahsoka’s moves

-baylan and shin’s outfits are so cool

-i like sabine’s move to go with baylan and shin a lot

-the wbw looks quite pretty in live action, i will admit. like how the path glitters like stars and that fade in shot from the water to the stars? very good

-anakin!!!!!! HAYDEN ANAKIN HI BESTIE HELLO HI! also hearing hayden anakin say “snips” 😭😭😭

things that i didn’t like and am here to complain about:

-ahsoka telling sabine that if they can’t get the map back they should destroy it, and thus destroy the chance at finding Ezra ever. Now. This is practical, and I don’t really dislike it for that reason. And I think as far as it goes for Ahsoka’s character, trying to fall back on old jedi ideals of not choosing attachments, choosing the greater good, this also makes sense. it just, idk. there’s something about it that is irking me

-the absolutely terrible writing for hera’s role as general. there was that whole line about “i’m a general, nothing’s classified to me” in ep2, and now with the disobeying orders and telling that lieutenant to cover for her and telling jacen that when he’s a general he can disobey orders too. that would literally just not fly in a military organization. and character-wise, hera is all about protocol and setting a good example in the rebellion, this is NOT hera and it just makes her look bad.

-baylan’s random “witchcraft” comment towards morgan. a) wouldn’t it have made more sense to put a line like that in ep2 when she first showed him the sphere? and b) just felt like a weird comment in general? the nightsisters have a relationship to the force too, and baylan is old enough and seems old school and sentimental enough to respect that, not look down on it. Just odd.

-the dialogue in general this ep just felt so clunky and shallow to me. There was no depth to hardly any of the conversations, even ones that should’ve had depth. I thought ep3 improved on the dialogue slightly, actually putting emotion into, and making it feel like the characters had relationships with one another. and in this ep it just felt so rehearsed again.

-relatedly, sabine kept saying things in her dialogue that gave away key information (“go get the map”, hera’s name, etc.) and it was so frustrating! on a character level, sabine is smarter than that. on a technical/craft level, the dialogue is just not thought out.

-also related to the lack of emotion, it was written in a way that we get almost no reaction from sabine when ahsoka says that they may have to leave ezra behind for good (despite the fact that we find out later in the ep that ahsoka let sabine down in some capacity when it came to sabine helping her family). And when it came to sabine’s family, almost no reaction there either! absolutely no shade to natasha, i think she’s doing a fine job. i just don’t think filoni knows how to write sabine. Or women in general.

-not sure how i feel about the rest of baylan and ahsoka’s confrontation. i feel like we’re supposed to feel more, especially with the “anakin spoke highly of you” / “everyone in the Order knew anakin skywalker” and baylan mentioning ahsoka “abandoning” anakin (which, starting to beat the dead horse with that one filoni. that theme has come up before and been done better, ie when it was done in rebels!). like maybe if baylan and ahsoka had talked more about being masters themselves or the end of the clone war (since they’re both survivors), something! we could maybe establish more of a connection, since it seems like they’re supposed to be fools (like sabine and shin are being set up to be).

-marrok. The move ahsoka pulled on him was cool, but otherwise, why was he here? Also reanimated nightsister or some other dathomir ghost?? I’m guessing that’s what the green smoke was? weird. fine, i guess. But just like what was the point of having marrok around when we already have baylan and shin and morgan?

-“your legacy, like your master’s, is one of death and destruction.” ???? i’m not sure exactly what this is supposed to mean????? any harm ahsoka has caused (intentionally or unintentionally) in her lifetime is nowhere near, oh idk, the fucking child murder???? and murder of all the jedi???

-the dialogue in this ep is just SO baffling.

-ahsoka automatically assuming sabine was dead when she saw shin (like girl can’t you sense that sabine isn’t dead??) and then getting all angry when she fought back at baylan again. it’s giving copy-pasted kanan (briefly) thinking ezra was dead in fire across the galaxy, but the worse version. kanan did it better <333

-called this before the show even came out, but i fucking knew filoni was just going to write off Sabine’s family as dead (if he mentioned them at all, which tbh i’m a little surprised he didn’t forget about them entirely). i knew it was coming and YET. still disappointing bc i know they’re not going to address the deaths of her family or Sabine’s trauma in a meaningful, well-written way 🙃🥲

-hera being told that the enemy has a giant hyperspace ring and then flying right in its path and then not moving or telling her pilots to take evasive action when it was powering up. fucking ooc she’s a better pilot than that