#ive been in deep thinking about them again though so. expect more of them... as usual... smiles....

[cosmicdenro]

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[sttoru]

♯ 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊.

⟣ sypnosis. kento has been extremely busy lately, going on business trips and so forth. he decides to surprise you by coming back earlier than expected. that’s how you end up finding your lover on top of you, showering you in his affection at 3 in the morning.

⟣ tags. nanami kento x female reader. fluff, bit of angst, suggestive towards the end. reader gets called 'sweetheart, angel, dear' wc: 1.8k

⟣ note. okayokay finally an adition to my event heheh ive almost forgotten about it but then i saw this prompt & was like . ok nanami , i must write this rnnn no delaying anymore so here i am :3 its also very bad. i hate it sm LOL i hope u at least like it t_t

kento often asks himself why he had returned to the world he despised — the jujutsu society; his old high school. the sprawling curses everywhere are the main cause of his current misery.

he had been sent out on missions left and right, not catching a break in hopes of reducing any more civilian causalities than necessary. kento had even thought that maybe his previous 9-5 job wasn’t as bad as he had considered it.

overtime was every day for the sorcerer now. that wasn’t the worst thing - no - the fact that he was pratically living a long distant relationship with his beloved irritated him most.

a thought he had in his high school days reoccured in a moment of distress: ‘why not leave all those missions to gojo?’

you were still pretty understanding of his situation. kento appreciated that, though the guilt still ate away at him whenever he tried to sleep. an empty bed welcomed him each time he re-entered his hotel room — you saw the exact same scenery when returning home to your shared apartment.

both of you were adults; both knowing that life was unfair. the two of you being unable to see each other from time to time was a part of your life. kento and you still maintained a healthy relationship. that was all that really mattered in the end.

11:49PM. . . tonight wasn’t unlike any other night; you were preparing yourself to go to bed—changing into your pyjamas after showering, snuggling to a pillow under the covers and texting your lover one last message.

‘good luck on your mission as always! stay safe, i love you.’

you stare at your phone screen for a minute longer than intended. even if you tried to be mature about it — you longed for kento’s warmth and undivided attention. you want him with you, his strong arms holding you to his chest as you rest, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine in the best way possible.

you sigh defeatedly and put your phone down on your nightstand. just two days until you could see your partner again. you can hold onto that hope to keep you calm.

despite you trying to stay positive, you tossed and turned in your bed as you thought about kento’s safety. there was always a chance of him not coming home to you — always the possibility of that bed to be empty for the rest of your life.

all you could do was pray for his safety in your head whilst your eyes eventually closed from fatigue, your mind drifting off to a deep slumber.

03:14AM. . . kento opens the door he had wished to have opened way earlier. the door that lead to the place where his heart lays; the person who claimed his heart and soul for eternity. you.

he didn’t think he’d actually do it. kento had originally planned to finish his last job as soon as possible and then get home afterwards, but there seemed to be a change in routine.

the special grade sorcerer simply assigned the mission to ino — the person whom he could trust most to finish the job in one piece. as much as kento dislikes to put his juniors in possible risky situations, there are also situations where it’s fine to depend on them. besides, the mission could easily be done by a grade one sorcerer.

kento sighs. the familiar scent of your home was one he could recognise from miles away. one that could calm his nerves instantly. it was that same distinctive scent you carry; thus why your lover sometimes calls you his home.

‘i can’t wait to be home’ ‘i want to be home’ ‘i’m going home’ — all these sentences, which kento has uttered before in earlier conversations, weren’t referring to a place. rather to a person he held dear.

“oh, my sweetheart.” the blonde man whispers under his breath as his eyes catch the shape of your figure under the blankets. he quietly enters the master bedroom and closes the door behind him, not making a sound as to not interrupt your well-deserved sleep.

kento slowly undoes his dotted tie, along with the upper buttons of his blouse. he probably needs to go take a good shower before he could settle down with you — but that’d risk waking you up.

you look extremely angelic in his eyes. especially with your left cheek squished by the soft pillow your head rests on. you never once fail to convince him that you are indeed the woman of his dreams; the woman kento ever had and will have eyes for. it’s like you get more attractive to him as the days go on.

“mh,” your sudden and soft groan makes him realise just how disturbing his behaviour could be interpreted as. kento’s body was hovering over your sleeping one and he was just. . . staring at you with a soft smile. a smile which he didn’t even notice had permanently found its place on his weary face.

kento sits down on the edge of the mattress, callused hand gently tucking you in properly, putting the blanket over your shoulders to make sure you didn’t get cold. he can’t rest if you’re not comfortable— even if he himself was exhausted to the point his eyes were starting to feel heavy.

yet that exhaustion doesn’t last long. it never does when kento’s able to see you again after a tiring week of countless missions and other jobs. your presence alone grants him the energy to stay awake and take care of you. and himself. you’re the reason he keeps it going.

“i love you so much, my beautiful girl — my angel.”

kento sure was a romantic. even when you’re unaware and asleep.

he couldn’t help it; the feeling stirring inside of him. the feeling of adoration and love for you. you are simply resting, yet kento felt an urge to kiss you all over, show you the unending love he has for you. but. . that’d probably be disturbing your peace. you are sleeping after all. he

not that that would stop kento.

your eyes flutter open due to a sudden presence hovering over you. your entire face and neck area was feeling ticklish, like someone was placing tens of kisses all over the skin.

strands of blonde hair is the first thing showing up in your blurry vision. kento’s face follows afterwards as his head tilts back up, the warmth against your jawline disappearing along with it —

“ah, i’m sorry.” a low and almost guilty chuckle tumbles out of his sore throat. the visible confusion on your face makes him let out another, “shh, shh, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

your arms flew around kento’s torso the second the realisation dawns upon you. your heart went from a slow pace to one that caused your entire body to warm up immediately; the adorable reaction and increase in heart rate not going unnoticed by your lover.

you wordlessly hug him — almost still in shock by the sudden appearance. kento doesn’t fight off your tight embrace, instead, welcomes it with open arms. the delicate kisses on your skin continue, each being placed with precision whilst one of his hands keeps your head tilted a little — rough fingers being a contrast of the gentle grip they had on your jaw.

“i missed you lots,” kento murmurs, eyes closed as he basks in the warmth of your body, his lips refusing to let go of your neck, “i couldn’t wait anymore. i couldn’t be separated from you any longer or i’d lose it.”

his gruff voice sounded even deeper than it usually would. maybe due to the overuse of it during his missions. the lone thought makes you pout — the thought of kento working super hard just to provide for you both.

“i missed you more, love.” you mumble, bottom lip trembling a little as kento’s hug triggers a whole lot of emotions in you. his hugs were special, his muscular arms giving you a sense of comfort you couldn’t find anywhere. no one could hug you like he did, “you did well. you did so well.”

those were all the words kento needed. his lips come to halt right above your collarbone, his breath a bit heavy from how much he's holding himself back from doing more. one hand moves from your cheek to your waist, fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt.

“thank you, dear.” kento says. his words carrying a load of unending affection. your simple words of appreciation and encouragement makes him shiver in delight. this is what he longed for; this is what he did it all for.

it was clear. the answer to his question - of why he had returned to the jujutsu world, to become a teacher at his former high school - it was all for you. to be able to be with you, see you and hold you like this. to have someone like you appreciate all of his efforts.

“may i?” kento asks through a quiet whisper as he gently removes the blanket covering your figure, his eyes darting down towards your cleavage. he's asking for permission to cross that barrier — to cover you in the love you deserve.

you just stare at the blonde man above you for a second. you watch as he climbs onto the bed with you; the bed which was once empty and dull, now suddenly becoming your favourite place to be at. your fingertips graze against kento's sharp cheekbones. a habit you always did when you were appreciating his looks.

“go right ahead.” you answer with a confirming nod.

both of you were touch starved and had been deprived from each other's embrace for way too long. now was the perfect time to make up for all the time lost.

kento wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip past him. he smiles at you, a gentle and handsome smile, whilst a few of his blonde locks fall over his left eye — his hands already prying away the blanket covering your shape. it was time to show you just how much he has longed for you.

“hold on to me, sweetheart. i’m not stopping until you realise just how much i’ve missed all of you.”

[python333]

bedbound — python333

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synopsis you're on a mission and oopsie daisy you get trapped under a building!! you end up in the medbay and tf141 visits you one by one, each of them giving you a lil piece of their mind for going and getting yourself trapped under a collapsed building.

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & gn!reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 4.5k

warnings pretty detailed (i think) descriptions of [reader] being in pain [specifically having a bunch of leg injuries], angstier than i usually write, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note this is my first actual fic ive wrotten in MONTHS so i hope its okay! so sorry if it feels like a majority of the focus is on the reader, i had a too much fun writing out the first part where they get crushed :3 i am also once again begging for requests. like on my knees hands together begging for requests. its the best way of getting motivation istg. anyway, this is all mild hurt/comfort and some angst + fluff so enjoy!! :3

You tried running out of the building—you didn’t expect the whole damn thing to come crashing down on you.

You’d just been chasing after an enemy soldier moments ago, dashing into the building, when suddenly the whole building seemed to shake. Then, the whole thing seemed to just collapse. When you think about it now, you realize the shake must’ve come from a nearby explosion, an explosion somehow powerful enough to damage the structural support of the building so terribly that it couldn’t hold itself up anymore and instead fell down onto you. 

Now, here you were, just ten steps away from the entrance of the building, stopped by the huge slab of concrete and twisted metal that pinned your legs down to the ground. Your earpiece fell off when you fell down, sliding across the floor, preventing you from calling your team.

Sure, you could try and move your legs, but the excruciating pain that came with each movement wasn’t worth it. You think your legs are broken with the way your nerves scream at you every time you move them, and with how uncomfortably and horrifyingly disconnected they feel.

“I’m making shit up,” You whisper hoarsely to yourself, ignoring the tears that welled up in your eyes from the debris and dust in the air, “They’re not broken. I’m making it worse for myself by thinking that.”

In the back of your mind, you remember that you’re quoting Price on that one, from the last time you got seriously hurt like this. You vaguely remember your panicked words and Price’s soothing voice that came after every worry, telling you that no, you’re not too badly hurt, it’s gonna be okay, you’re just panicking.

But in the forefront of your mind, all you can do is think about how you can’t reach your earpiece to talk to your team, the only thing you can do is listen to their worried voices.

The earpiece is loud enough for you to hear, even though you’re just out of arm’s reach from it, you can still hear your teammates repeating your call sign and asking how you copy. With the stupid Push-To-Talk thing, you can’t even just respond, no, you have to push the button on the side of your earpiece to unmute yourself.

You stretch your arm out just a little bit more to try and reach the earpiece, but when your leg starts to strain and your nerves light up you immediately give up, letting out a small, pained huff. You take a moment to just lie there and listen to your own labored breaths, every other breath hitching or catching in your throat.

You swallow down a sob that threatens to bubble out of your throat and try to reach again and—nope, that still fucking hurts.

You bring your hand back and put it over your mouth to muffle a small sob that climbs up and out of your throat, and try to take a deep breath the best you can with the debris in the air.

You feel a slight discomfort in your chest and cough, horrified when you see small specks of dust in the air you cough out, and God, the sight of it makes you want to rip out your lungs.

You feel the sudden urge to cough everything out, to flush out the dust in your lungs, to get rid of the uncomfortably full feeling you feel in your chest, but you know that every time you cough you can only exhale more of that debris-filled dust back in so now you’re trapped in a loop and—

“[c/n], how copy?” God, you want to yell at them that repeating that question won’t help, but you know there’s nothing else they can do. They’ve already asked where you are, if you’re okay, and how you copy multiple times, all of which got no answer.

They’ve only experienced radio silence on their end, and the thought makes you feel guilty for not being able to suck up the pain in your legs and just reach over to the damn earpiece and tell them you’re trapped.

You take a few deep breaths, trying your best to ignore the way you can literally feel the dust entering your lungs, and reach. You stretch your arm out the farthest you can, and feel the strain in your leg, and you’re almost to the earpiece, just a few more inches— pop.

A bone chilling pop rings through the air the moment you manage to snatch the earpiece, and good thing it was at least after you managed to grasp it firmly in your hand because you recoil back on instinct and gasp.

The gasp only lets in more dust, and you cough, wet tears dripping down onto your cheeks as you go through a seemingly endless loop of coughing out dust and inhaling debris and coughing it out again only for new dust to make its way into your system.

You stifle a pain-filled whimper and try to control your shaky breath, gripping the earpiece firming in your hand, looking down at it, looking at the sheer amount of debris on it. You bring your free hand out and wipe away the debris with shaky hands, making sure it’s clean enough to put in your ear before you carefully insert it.

It takes you a moment with your trembling hands, but you manage to do it, and you listen to Price ask how you copy one more time before you push down on the PTT button.

“Copy—” You hoarsely say, before coughing, everyone on the other line going silent, “Copy, not doing very well over here.”

“What happened?” Price’s voice crackles through on the damaged ear piece, “Are you hurt?”

“I got trapped under— under some concrete, and I…” You take a moment to catch your breath, “My legs are pinned, I can’t move.”

“Okay, okay,” Price’s voice softens, his tone becoming more soothing, “Where are you?”

“In a building— dunno which— which one… it’s by the really tall one,” You breathe out, mentally slapping yourself in the forehead for not being able to remember, “I’m sorry, I just know it’s orange and it has the entrance that Ghost bumped his head on—”

“It’s okay, I know which one you’re talking about,” Price reassures you, “Catch your breath. I’ll be there to get you out of there, okay? Just stay still, don’t move a muscle, you hear me?”

“I hear you,” You mumble, trying to catch your breath, coughing at the amount of dust that infiltrates your lungs. You bring your hand off of the PTT button and sob once, quietly, and sniffle to try and stop yourself from crying, blinking away tears.

The tears that trailed down your face earlier now only make you realize just how much dust and grime is on your face, how the tear trails must’ve been the only clean lines on your face, how there’s a whole layer of pure filth on your face and you can’t even properly wipe it away because your hands are dirty too.

The pain in your legs are throbbing and you know that you’ve torn some of the muscle in your thighs, and you know the popping noise had to have been your hip, from the unnatural way you’d twisted it to reach your earpiece. You don’t even have time to think about how pathetic you look when suddenly Price opens the barely-hanging-onto-the-hinges-door, looking at the floor for a moment before his eyes finally land on you.

He immediately walks over to the slab of concrete pinning your legs down and forcing you to lie on the ground and you can hear him faintly murmur, “Oh, God,” and kneel down to the same level as the concrete.

You turn your neck to look at him and watch as he looks at the concrete for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to lift it, before he simply grabs the edge of the concrete and, with a grunt and after a good thirty seconds, he manages to lift one end up and flip it over onto its other side. The circulation that immediately floods back to your legs and the sudden feeling of weightlessness you get is almost too much, and you can barely find it in yourself to feel shame as you let out a small, relieved sob at the sudden rush of blood to your legs.

Price immediately gasps and you can’t see much from your angle but in the midst of your relief you suddenly feel a pang of pain and oh God, that hurts. You can recognize now the warm blood that accompanies the drying blood on your calf, and with the blood rushing into your legs, more spills out from the wound in your leg. Vaguely, you can remember twisted metal doing something to your leg—stabbing it, maybe? Your brain becomes fog-filled; too hazy to think through but just clear enough to register the throbbing pain in your leg. 

“I’m so sorry,” Price murmurs softly, and before you can question him he takes the metal out of your leg and you let out a closed-lip scream, slapping a hand over your mouth to try and muffle the now uncontrollable sobs that break past your lips, the pain you feel making you light-headed.

Price quickly pulls a tourniquet out of one of the many pockets of his tactical best, wrapping the bright red strip around your leg just above the bleeding, blocking the blood from reaching past that point. He tightens it and rolls you over so that you’re laying on your back, making you stifle another pain-filled whimper. Without another word, he slips his arm under your knees and his other below your back and lifts you up bridal style, making you gasp sharply and cry out for a moment in pain, a few drops of blood making it onto the floor from your calf, the whole sight dizzying.

Being lifted up like this gave you vertigo—your head spun as you were lifted up and you could barely process anything with your hazy mind. Price mutters small ‘sorry’s under his breath, carrying you out of the door and quickly running with you in his arms back to where the others are, almost wanting to cry for you, seeing how much pain you were in.

Your eyelids drooped and your eyes shortly became half-lidded, and your ears started to ring, and everything was so overwhelming you just wanted it to be over. 

Price notices your eyelids drooping and quickly says, “Hey, hey, don’t pass out on me, you gotta stay awake, kid.” You can only shake your head ‘no’ because talking feels like too much right now and let out another small, pain-filled whimper, just the sound of it making Price’s heart shatter.

You can only find it in yourself to talk a moment later, your words slurring together as you try to speak, “I can’t— can’t… I’m sorry, I can’t—” You don’t even know what you’re trying to say, what you’re trying to warn Price about, but he seems to know.  

“No, no, no—” Price tries to beg you, as if you had enough strength to stay awake. Those are the last words you hear before you completely black out.

—

You wake up to a white ceiling and the faint beeping of a heart monitor. You move your head around a bit, trying to gauge where you are, when you realize— oh, I’m in the medbay. You blink for a moment before sighing and just resting there for a moment, trying to recount the events that happened earlier. You don’t have time to go down memory lane, though, because suddenly the curtains in front of your bed are pulled back to reveal your Captain. “You’re awake,” He states, closing the curtains behind him. “How could you tell?” He snorts and sits down in a chair by your bed. You look at him questioningly, “Where’re the others?” “They’ll be here soon,” Price assures you, looking at your blanket covered legs for a moment before looking back up at your face, “Medics said one at a time.” You hum neutrally in response to that and wait a moment before asking, “How bad is it?” “Your leg?” “Yeah.” “Well…” Price starts to list off on his fingers, recalling the doctor’s words, “The joint that connected your hips and your legs was twisted and it had to be set back to normal, your muscles were torn, your ligaments were torn, your nerves were so compressed someone had to physically massage your legs back to life, and the stab wound in your leg almost got infected.” “… Huh.” You blink at Price, before asking, “When can I get out of here?” “Why is that what you’re thinking about right now?” Price asks, confused, before sighing and answering, “Kid, your leg was basically broken. You can get out of here in maybe a few weeks to a month. Getting back to your assignments is a whole different story. It could take several months for your muscles to fully heal, and even then I don’t want you back out there for a while. Not until it’s guaranteed your leg won’t… give out, or something, out there.” You frown at Price, “So what, I’m just gonna be stuck here?” “What else are you gonna do with an almost-broken leg?” “…” Price sighs and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Look, I know it’s frustrating, having to sit here for a few weeks then be able to get out only to not be able to do anything too physical, but your leg muscles were torn. You were trapped under concrete. You’re not going on any missions any time soon. I feel like that should be kind of obvious.” You can understand it, knowing the condition you’re in now, but you still deflate a little where you lie down and let out a tired, frustrated huff. Price chuckles softly at your clear display of disappointment and rubs your shoulder gently before patting it and getting up. “I guess I have to let the others see you too,” He muses, making your lips twitch up into a smile, the sight making him smile in return, “But I’ll be back tomorrow to talk to you again, alright?” “Alright,” You nod, watching as he walks past the curtains blocking your bed from the rest of the medbay and listen as the door clicks open and closes shut. Not even a few seconds later, the door opens again, this time with someone walking faster to the curtains, pushing them aside eagerly. You quickly recognize Soap as he walks in, quickly closing the curtains behind him before rushing over and leaning down to hug you. This all happens so quickly you have to take a moment to process it, but you eventually hug him back, sighing at the warm embrace. “I want tae call ye stupid sae bad,” Soap mumbles into your neck as he hugs you, “but it wasn’ even yer fault sae I can’.”

“That’s the worst thing that’s happened all day,” You mutter sarcastically, making Soap laugh quietly. He pulls away from you and looks down at you. “It is, actually,” Soap says, and at your confused and mildly offended expression, he adds on, “It’s been over a day since ye got yer leg fucked up.” “… Oh.” You dumbly said, trying to process that. Over a day. “Everyone was really worried about ye, too,” Soap tacks on, refusing to sit on the chair behind him, simply standing by your bed. You stay silent, and Soap takes that as an invitation to keep talking. “I think that's the first time I've actually seen Ghost stressed," Soap muses, making you huff out a small laugh. “Really?” “Yea,” Soap smiles, “I ken. Stone cauld L.t, suddenly worryin’ o’er ye.”

“Isn’t that a surprise,” You mutter, a small smile gracing your lips thinking about Ghost worrying over you, “So you were all really worried?” “Very worried,” Soap nods, “Gaz thocht ye were gonnae die, poor chiel.” “Hm,” You hum neutrally. Soap stays silent for a moment before his voice softens and he quiets himself down a bit. “Try no' tae dae that again, aye? Ye'll gie the captain a heart attack," When you give him a pointed look, he rolls his eyes and adds on, “And me. Possibly. Maybe.” “Uh huh,” You look at him, unimpressed, “Right. I’ll try to predict when a huge piece of concrete is gonna fall on me.” “Ye ken wha’ I meant.”

“Never said I didn’t.” “Ye— y’know wha’? I’ll just leave then,” Soap says, feigning annoyance as he walks away from your bed, making you laugh quietly. He slips out and doesn’t bother to close the curtains behind him, simply walking out the door, not bothering to close that either.

You can hear him letting someone else know you’re ‘free to visit’, and just a few seconds later you watch Ghost walk in. You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are, seeing as Soap had told you Ghost was worried over you, but you still find yourself a little shocked when he walks over to you and closes the curtains behind him. He sits at the chair beside your bed, and silently stares at you from the chair.

You stare back, not blinking, waiting for him to say the first word. You and Ghost’s silent staring match ends with Ghost sighing and speaking up. “How does your… leg feel?” “How do you think it feels?” You ask, deadpan, watching as Ghost’s eyes narrow. You blink at him for another moment before adding on, “It feels numb, right now.” Ghost hums at the actual answer and sits there awkwardly for another moment before stating, “Gaz thought you died. Or, were gonna die.” “I heard about that,” You respond, raising an eyebrow at Ghost, “Did he not know it was just my leg that got hurt?” “Hurt is a mild word,” Ghost mutters, before clearing his throat and saying, “No, he knew. He was more worried about all the stuff that got into your lungs.” “Oh.” “Yeah.”

You both stay silent for a bit, again, before you speak up, “So… are my lungs okay, or… ?” “No, yeah, they’re fine.” “That’s… good.” “Mhm.” Why is this so awkward? You purse your lips and turn your head back so that you’re staring at the ceiling rather than at Ghost, not knowing what to say. Why’d he even come in here if he was just gonna be awkward about this whole thing? It’s silent again, an uncomfortable sort of quiet that’s silent yet deafening at the same time—and you hate it. It seems Ghost hates it too, because he shifts in his seat, not saying anything verbally but you can tell by his body language it’s awkward for him too.

This goes on for maybe a minute or two, when suddenly Ghost gets up and walks the short one step between him and your bed and leans down to hug you. Like the silence, the hug is awkward, but unlike it, it’s comforting. A comfortable awkward? You tentatively hug him back and you feel his hands snake underneath your back, forcing his arms under you so that he can hug you properly. 

“I know Soap told you I was stressed and worried and whatnot,” Ghost mutters, his skull mask pressing into your shoulder, “… And he was right.” “… Did you think I thought he was wrong?” “Shut it and let me try to talk.” “Yes, sir.” Ghost sighs and takes a deep breath before continuing, “He was right. I was growing greys watching you passed out, and I think I almost passed out as well, hearing you were trapped under a huge block of concrete and got stabbed by metal.” 

“Did you ever find out what the metal was?” You ask after a moment, making sure he was done talking.

“The Captain said it was a twisted pipe.”

“Huh.” You lay there for a moment, simply enjoying Ghost hugging you, before Ghost speaks up again.

“I know it wasn’t your fault, but please, God, never do that shit to me ever again.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m in a collapsing building.”

“I’m serious,” Ghost pulls away from the hug and looks down at you, keeping his hands on both of your shoulders, “I had to drive a car with you in the back passed out laying in the trunk with Price, all while not knowing what happened, and having to drive you guys back to base.”

“… Damn, you guys didn’t get a helicopter, or anything?”

“[c/n].”

“Sorry.”

Ghost sighs, “I’m trying to say that I don’t like worrying over you like that. I don’t like knowing that my kid is hurt, and I can’t do anything about it. That was the first time I was seriously worried and— and stressed over you, and it was terrifying, seeing you just passed out with dirt all over you and blood all over your leg, and just seeing you like that— I can’t do that again,” Ghost takes a deep breath, and looks down at you, trying to gauge your reaction, trying to see what you think of his words, but all you can think is, wait, he called me his kid?

“You called me your kid,” You dumbly voice your thoughts, watching as Ghost’s expression becomes more confused, and he opens his mouth to deny that when suddenly— oh shit, he called you his kid.

“… I did,” He dumbly says back, sounding surprised by his own words, before he fully realizes what he said and simply blinks down at you, not knowing where to go from here. You both blink at each other, not knowing what to say, before he clears his throat.

“I’ll just… head out then,” He awkwardly says, slowly walking away from the bed.

You take the opportunity to say, “Alright, dad.”

He freezes and slowly turns towards you and mutters, “Don’t call me that.”

A grin splits across your face, “Oh I will. Dad.”

He points at you with a single finger, “Don’t. You. Dare.”

“I’ll call you it in front of everyone. I’ll gaslight them into thinking we’re related.”

“God, you better not.”

“I will. In fact, tomorrow, I’ll begin with the Captain. Then I’ll tell Soap, he’s the next most gullible next to Gaz, who I’ll see right after you. Gaz won’t fight with me over it, he’ll just accept it, I know he will, then, and only then, will I tell everyone else. I spread it across the base like the flu. Everyone, and I mean everyone will think that you’re my father, Ghost.”

“That is…” Ghost blinks at you, dumbfounded and mildly horrified, “... terrifying.” “Yeah, I know. Pretty sure I got that from you, dad.” “Oh my God,” Ghost groans, making you laugh at his misery. He walks out without another word, being sure to slam the door behind him, making the poor medic passing by jump at least a foot in the air. You giggle quietly in your bed, waiting for the next person to walk in. By the time you’ve contained your laughter, Gaz walks in, looking strangely sheepish as he walks over to you and closes the curtains behind him that Ghost had forgotten to close. He doesn’t say anything until he’s right by your bed and bends over to give you a nice, firm, quick hug before standing up straight again and clearing his throat. “Hi,” He greets you simply. “Hi.” “How’s the uh… how’s your leg?” “You thought I died?” You ask teasingly, ignoring his question. You can’t see any blush on his face, but you’re almost certain his face heats up as he looks away from you. “Listen…” He sighs, looking back at you, “Price ran over to the whole group, with you not moving at all in his arms, and a tourniquet wrapped around your calf. I feel like it was a bit reasonable for me to think you were dead for a second.” “Right, of course,” You nod, definitely not believing that he only thought you were dead for a second, “That’s totally why I’ve had both Soap and Ghost tell me you thought I was dead. They only told me that because you thought I was dead for a second.” “I’m gonna murder them both, I swear to—” He mutters, burying his face in his hands, making you laugh quietly. He glares at you from behind his hands and adds on, “Oh, you think this is funny? You having a laugh down there, knowin’ that I thought you were dead?”

“I think this is hilarious.” “You’re insufferable and I don’t even know why I try to care about you anymore.” “You don’t try, you just do,” You roll your eyes, “Don’t act like you have to actively try and care about me.” “You’re so snarky today, my God,” Gaz scoffs, “Wait ‘til I tell Captain Price about this.” “Alright, Draco Malfoy. You do that.” “I shouldn’t have ever visited you in here,” He mutters, crossing his arms and looking away from you, feigning annoyance. You huff out a laugh at that and that makes Gaz laugh a bit, though he keeps up his dramatics, continuing to look away from you. “You still think I’m dead now, or?” “Shut it, you.” “My bad.” “I wish they amputated your leg.” “No you don’t.” “…” Gaz can’t even argue with it, simply sighing and rolling his eyes before looking back at you, ”No, I don’t.” “I knew it,” You smile at him knowingly, making his lips twitch up into a smile. You think for a moment before tacking on, “Wanna hear what Ghost said to me?” That makes Gaz perk up and immediately reply, “Oh, absolutely.” Cue you both five minutes later, Gaz gaping at you while you laugh every other word, remember the horror on Ghost's face when he realized what he called you. Gaz covers his mouth with his hand, laughing into it, gripping the rail of your bed with his other hand, keeping himself up.

“He— oh my God,” Gaz laughs, trying to keep quiet so Ghost wouldn’t hear him, knowing the latter was right outside the medbay. He takes a deep breath and another before breaking into small giggles once again, making you do the same. After maybe a few more minutes of just pure laughter, Gaz manages to catch his breath and stop laughing, and you do the same. “I should probably head out now,” He says, sounding almost disappointed by the fact, glancing over at the closed curtain a few feet away from your bed. You nod in understanding and don’t say anything in response, making Gaz look back at you and add on, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow though, yeah?” “Yeah,” You confirm, making Gaz offer you a warm smile and lean down to hug you tightly one last time before getting up and walking over to the curtains, sliding them to the side and walking out, sliding them closed behind him. You hear the click open and shut of the door, as well as Gaz’s footsteps walking outside of the medbay and eventually fading into nothing.

[valentine-cafe]

I wanna see some of your characters (*any* of your characters honestly, i'm not that picky and theyre all attractive anyway😍) and their first time bottoming for dom!top male reader because ive been going through that tag specifically and i would just love more of that typa content with your characterss

(Ps. Ive been reading your works for a while now and i gotta say im a huge fan)

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆◞ ₊˚

𖹭. a selection of characters when you top them for the first time /top male!reader

꒰ EEE we’re so happy that you like our content! we wanted to write this with all the characters but who knows how long that would take us sobs - might redo this req in the future with even more! BUT YES MORE TOP MALE READER <3 . . . might have gone a bit wild with rishen 1311 ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO 781 ꒱ is someone that people tend to forget is a switch. top-leaning, yes, but a switch no less. he’s gotta really trust you in order to let you take control though. but when you do? he makes you work for it. the first time you topped him was a late night in his apartment. both of you kissing and making out on the sofa after playing a few games. the last thing he expected was for you to actually fight him for dominance. it was thrilling - but what was even more thrilling was when you won.

admittedly he was a little nervous. it was so new. seeing the cocky merc now gripping onto your arms and looking at you with those glassy emerald eyes of his. “stop if I tell you to - okay?”

but oh he wouldn’t even dream of telling you to stop. he was squirming and creaming everywhere by the time you fucked the bratiness out of him. which took quite a bit in all honesty.

but when you had him there. pinned to his bed and pounding into him from behind. so that all he could do was cling onto the sheets and let out all sorts of noises of pleasure. his deep voice now pitched. whiney.

“a-amor - d-dios amoorcittooo,” he whines out as you milk another orgasm out of him. all while he whimpers for you to fill him up again. splutters about being a good boy for you. it’s like a complete switch up when you get him under you — and the poor thing cums like a fountain.

he wants you to manhandle him. to be rough. mean. put him in his place and make him feel vulnerable — because he let you. and he wants you to fuck him until he’s on a verge of tears. might as well make the most of it, yeah?

mercenary x reader, antihero x reader, enigma x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHIMA 781 ꒱ would be quite the surprise for you as well. one would think that someone of her demeanour is a top dom, right? she’s a switch — she can quickly flip between being the mommy making you hump her high heel or the pillow princess.

listen, she also needs some taking care of. especially with how hard she works. so when you offered to top for the first time she wasn’t too opposed. doesn’t mean she didn’t make you work for it a little.

she can be a brat too — but one who backs off immediately when they know they’ve met their match. needless to say, when you had her bouncing on your dick and digging her black nails down your shoulders and back, she had long since given in.

“f-fuck - fuck anh doll - please - please can’tcantt-” she’d bury her face into your neck to try and hide her noises. you’d have to stop her from rolling her hips down and trying to please you instead. murmuring to her ear about how tonight was about her.

you’d push her into the pillow eventually. letting her rest comfortably while you did the work. being mindful of how overstimulated she can get and making sure to eat her out nice and slowly when it was all over. all so she could gasp into the air about how perfect you were while clinging onto your hair and whimpering.

scientist x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 209 ꒱ is another switch but god is this man a brat. he’s awful. riling you up in so many different ways because he wants to see just how far he can push you. because he’s in for it. whatever your kink is — so is his. he’ll go to the extremes and he wants to know just how far you go too.

so imagine his surprise when you pinned him over his examination table. pushing the dress he’d worn for work up and spanking his red-laced ass. how you tied his hands behind his back with his lab coat. pushing into him without a care and rutting his poor, bratty hole until he was creaming all over.

he’s sensitive. beyond sensitive. by the second climax he’d be whining for you. spluttering out apologies and trying to earn your favour. if only to grin at you all tiredly and splutter out a firm no when you asked if he was “really sorry?”

strap his wrists down to that examination table and make him fuck his hips back into you. make him work for it as he cries and whines to cum. because here's a beautiful thing about the scientist - he can’t make himself cum.

“p-please- por favor p-porr favv- hngh b-baby I - I’ll be good pleaseplease hnnhh need t-to cum so bad.”

be rough with him. force him to his knees and fuck his throat. he’ll look at you with pretty maroon eyes and beg even more. all so that you can ram him on your cock again and make him squirt until he’s seeing stars. make him feel helpless. make him feel like all he’s good for is clenching around your dick and cumming all over himself. he’ll love you for it.

mad scientist x reader, moth-mantis-spider monster x reader, yandere x reader, villain x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HAITĀO 99484 ꒱ is a bottom who was more than thrilled to have you top. he did inform you of his scoliosis before hand, reminding you that while he did have quite the stamina as a reaper, to just not overdo it because of the pains in his back.

as such you’d make sure to lay him back nice and comfortably. your first time with him was rather slow and tender. mostly because you were a little afraid of hurting him.

he’s whiney. vocal. making sure that you know just how much he’s enjoying it. the way he keeps pressing desperate little kisses down your throat and stirring his hips up into you tells you that he wants you to feel just as good.

might at one point beg to take a break just so he can suck you off for a bit. he loves the feeling of your hand in his hair and gently guiding him. and his mouth? fuck it was heaven, he definitely knows what’s doing.

would eventually offer to ride you after. which you were a little hesitant about because of his condition — but he assured you that he’d be fine. so the night would drone on with your back against the headboard and arms hooked around you. kissing and whining into each other’s mouths as he bounces at the pace you set for him.

“s-s’good gege - gege,” he whines, creaming all over your abdomen again as he rocks his hips sloppily. “m-more please - please gege, promise I won’t break, please?”

grim reaper x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ YIZÉ 9948E ꒱ is another switch who really loves the rough treatment. he really likes the fighting for dominance. however, he might find himself in some conditions where he just wishes to be pampered and taken care of.

your first time topping was the former. he’s a mercenary and a reaper — he had you pinned and taking his dick first - if only for the tables to be turned before he even knew it. slammed into the sheets and forced to stay still as you snatched a pair of handcuffs he always seems to keep in his drawer.

oh he loved the way you took charge. how you degraded him. bit into his neck and shoulders. spanked and clawed and made his eyes roll back as you pounded him into his own sheets.

all so that he was drooling. all so that he could barely whine out your name. and when you’d slow - thinking he had enough?

why he’d grunt at you to keep going. maybe even call you a bit of a coward.

“wh-what? done? can’t fuck me right yeah?” would quickly turn into a series of gasps and sobs and - “s-sorryssooryy b-baby sorry I’m sorry nhhgfuck fuck! please!”

hes’s a loud one. that much you’d garner. until you fucked his mind numb and he was left to aimlessly cling to you. begging you not to stop. . . even if he blacked out. he’s a wild.

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 1311 ꒱ is a switch who just yearns to be taken care of. he wants it rough yeah, he’ll fight you for it a bit. but you know what? someone of his stressful work life and always having to be the one in control. . . he really wants to let go for someone.

he wants you to take it from him though. he doesn’t want you to be gentle — he’ll tell you that too. tell you that he wanted you to claw, and bite and take.

so when you yanked him by the hair and pushed him up against his desk - making him stand on his high heels as you leaned him over edge. pressing into his front and shoving your tongue down his throat. . . oh he was in heaven. how you gripped at his jaw and made him keep eye contact with you. ordered him too.

how you shoved his panties off to his thighs and mocked him for the lace. he’d be whining for you before you even put it in.

don’t expect him to be so pliant though. he’s got quite the sharp tongue. maybe he just likes the thought of riling you up too.

“that all you got?” “fuck hurry up.” just to see how he gets to you. but that would all fade the moment you’re fucking up into him. forcing his leaning body to steady itself on those high heels that are stained with the number of times both of you have come.

he’ll rake his nails down your shoulders. try to hold his sounds until you’re yanking him by the hair and encouraging him. make him ride you while you sit on his chair. fuck him until he’s squirming and telling you its too much. because it’s never too much. you can tell each time you try with withdraw and he instead pushes his hips down and forces his ass flush against your dick. squirming.

“f-fuck me - fuckmeeplease dios lo n-necesito tanto.” ( “god please I need it so bad” )

he’ll let you take him back to his apartment to go at it again. fuck him into his sofa, his bed, anywhere you want. he’s all yours. always. and god is he touch-starved enough to keep reminding you of that. even when he’s all covered in your cum.

assassin x reader, spy x reader, admiral x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ DENARA 9819 ꒱ is a bottom who really wants to make you feel good and might tire herself out in the process. she’s so used to pressure and having to perform well so during your first time topping her you had to quite literally pin her down and tell her to stop. tell her that you were gonna take care of her. that she needs to relax and just let you fuck her the way she wants.

and oh once you got that out of the way she was all over you. denara is a freak. you got a kink? sure, she’ll try it out. her only request is that you fuck her dumb and drooling.

she was so loud when you took control and drove her into the sheets. admittedly she kept whining about wanting to ride you so eventually you let it happen. pulled her onto your lap and bounced her on your cock. didn’t even give her a smidge of control. watching as her tits bounced and her thighs jiggled as she whined for you.

“b-baby babybabyyy y-you’re sosooo mean angh- mnhhhhgg-”

she wants you to be mean though. wants you to pull at her hair. smack her. grab her. anything you want. all so that she can look at you with her black eyes all teary and her make-up all messy.

will probably beg to suck at your dick so give her that at least. you’ll end up fucking her throat anyway and making her cum untouched. if only to flip her onto her tummy again and fuck her until she’s drooling and whining.

she’ll probably hump at your thigh somewhere through the night when it’s all over. just desperate for more.

sorcerer x reader, healer x reader

[iwishf1wasreal]

F1 Driver NSFW Profile: ✴ Carlos Sainz ✴ smut ✴ 18+ readers only

I. Flirt. 

He thinks of himself as a very classy guy. He has no desire to be the loudest in the crowd or draw too much attention to himself. He feels the same about flirting. He’d rather live up to his nickname, Smooth Operator, and subtly yet suavely get your attention. He's also decidedly somewhat against PDA with a few minor exceptions depending on the occasion. But when you’re alone, he’s all over you. He’s also very romantic, a man who doesn’t just buy you roses or light a few candles because he thinks that’s what he should do. He genuinely enjoys it and can riff off of the classic romantic gestures to make them perfectly tailored to you. But mostly because he’s private and quite protective, PDA is at a very discrete minimum. 

II. Propositioning.

Again, he’ll lead with romance. A deep kiss that takes your breath away. Tender and lingering touches once you’re behind closed doors. He’ll lead you to the base of the bed, kissing your neck and hands running over the skin, bunching up the bottom of your top. Carlos is also pretty controlled. He tends to have a pretty good cap on whatever emotions are just bubbling underneath, so he’s not exactly ripping you out of the party to take out in the back alley. It’s much less saucy and provocative. But once you know him, know his mannerisms and expressions, he can still light a fire in the pit of your belly by simply making eye contact with you over the ring of his glass. The mask he wears is neutral, perfectly acceptable for the public occasion but you know what he’s thinking. You can practically see it spelled out on his forehead. You’ll do your best to convince him to head home early.   

III. Libido.

He could go all day but finds that a waste of an entire day. He’s young and athletic, so he benefits from his strength and stamina. He definitely would not consider himself a sexual person though you would be first to argue that he certainly fucks like one. Sexuality would be so private for him, and he would need to feel comfortable as well, so one-night stands had been mostly infrequent before you. 

IV. Turn-Ons: tame & nasty.

Tame: Red dresses. High heels. Red fingernail polish. Dangly earrings. Low-cut tops. When you touch his bicep when you laugh. Watching you dance. When his cooking makes you moan. Reaching out for him in the middle of the night. Watching you lean over to take a golf shot and you purposefully wiggle your bum because you know he’s watching. Short golf skirts and those little white socks with sneakers. Nails scratching against his scalp. Drinking beer. Hide behind him. Letting him feed you. Watching each other from across the room.

Nasty: When you open your mouth and stick out your tongue at him to show him you’ve swallowed all he gave you. You sprawled on the bed with your hair fanned out behind you, covered in a mist of sweat with a tied, satisfied smile. When he starts taking you harder from behind so you have to reach back and hold on to him. Desperate gasps of his name. Eye contact. When he hits just the right spot and you let out some sort of exclamation. 

V. Self-stimulation.

Generally when he’s away, it's with his imagination. Maybe a sex video off the internet if he’s looking for the release to relieve stress more than sexual frustration. Would never and does not ask about nudes but happily accepts them if you’re willing to share. Facetime sex is also an option but he has to be wined and dined, so to speak. He doesn’t want you to just answer completely bare or in the shower. He wants you to make some sort of effort, maybe a lovely dress or one of his shirts and colour coordinated panties. Something that shows him you’ve been looking forward to the call as much as he has. 

VI. Foreplay.

If you wanted, he’d happily go down on you and expect nothing in return. Sometimes, you’ll even offer or reach to thank him–still dazed from your orgasm and he’ll stop you. “If only we had all day, cariño.” he’ll smile softly before he kisses you deeply and gets out of bed. He’s easily convinced for another full round in the shower but he’ll start to get antsy if you keep him beyond that. Doing something whilst you’re winding down in the evening isn’t sworn off by any means and wine can make his hands wander. But he needs to at least feel like he’s done more with his day than just you. 

VII. Rhythm.

Because he is so genuinely romantic, he prefers a tender and savouring rhythm. Relatively quiet during sex, not because he’s not feeling it or is embarrassed. He’s just always so much in his head and sex can be quite emotional for him. You can get him out of it with enough coaxing and making him feel so good he loses his inhibitions. Otherwise, he’s a lot of shallow breathing and gentle groans. 

VIII. How He Likes It.

He’s a missionary guy with some variation: legs folded to your chest, held down so you're folded in half or propped up against his shoulders. Maybe with you sideways beneath him while he’s still poised on top of you. Mostly he’s focused on keeping your eye contact  or watching you react to what he’s giving you. Though, he feels best in doggy but sometimes fully can’t concentrate on thrusting when you start circling your hips and throwing it back.  

IX. Location, location, location.

Obviously, being so private, it’s in the comfort and safety of whatever bedroom you find yourselves staying in that week. Craziest place you’ve done it is a golf course. One of the very few times you’ve let him drag you to the course and he pretends like you aren’t half asleep ranting about groundwater pollution and the loss of habitat on the way there. But he likes seeing you in the little outfit and the way you cling to him since you’re so out of your element. It’s also one of the rare times he’s gone without his usual golf entourage which makes it feel like you simply must take advantage. He’s not really much for you topping so you considered it another reason for the special occasion when you come across hole number 11 that’s shaded in shrubs and trees. The golf cart squeaked the whole time and Carlos almost ruined his own orgasm thinking someone else’s cart was starting to crest over the hill but you did it. Slightly awkward and dazed after, you still got it done. It seemed to spark a frenzy in him though, he was behind you coaching you through every swing. When, normally, he likes to throw you into the deep end and gleefully watch you struggle. It’s one memory he and his imagination rely on heavily when he’s away. 

X. Kinky.

Not particularly kinky, more about each individual experience than wanting to recreate or dedicate certain experiences every time. Solidifies the belief that “vanilla” doesn’t have to mean boring. He’s just a partner who values a connection that feels the same and based in emotions. Sex is an expression of love for him.

XI. Bedroom aids/Toys.

He’s down to use a vibrator during sex if that’s something you’re into. He’s not really that kind of devious where he’ll suggest it or just pull it out in the moment and evaluate your reaction. He’s rational enough not to see it as a competitor and he knows you rely on it when he’s gone. So he does his best to work in tandem though when things get to the nitty gritty, sometimes he can struggle to multitask so either you need to take over and put the vibrator to the spot that feels right or he’ll toss it across the bed and focus on one thing at a time.

XII. Cum.

Again, he can last a while especially if he uses the intense mind-over-matter mentality he’s perfected from racing. He’d prefer to use condoms simply because the clean-up can be easier…But isn’t opposed to going raw.

XIII. Pleasure reciprocation.

You give head fairly equally and he will try anything you ask him to. Degradation was particularly hard from him. He’d start out good, calling you names and taunting you with his dick but after a certain point he couldn’t hold up the act any more. “I can’t do it, amor. It feels wrong, I can’t do it. “ He panted heavily in your ear after his thrusts came to a halt.  But ultimately, he’s good with head. Understands the need for varaction and strong suction. Also, once he observed just how, uh, /helpful/ his nose could be…he really stepped up his game in a whole new way. 

IVX. Bonus.

Though he’s not particularly loud in the bedroom, he does indulge in dirty talk but in his native Spanish. If you’re not a fluent speaker, he tries to use it as motivation to get you to learn. 

When you ask what he’d just purred so sultrily in your ear, he tuts disapprovingly. “Tienes que seguir estudiando, mi amor.” 

He’ll stay in Spanish the entire time, sometimes even let his native tongue bleed into whatever you’re doing after. Even acts like Spanish just feels so much better on his tongue, he can’t help that he stays in it. 

One time when you’re on your knees for him, he’s particularly talkative. A soft husky tone, just between the two of you despite his empty Milano flat. He’s got one hand in your hair, keeping it out of your face as you go down on him.

“Dios–Fuck, Oh my–” It was the first time he slips between the two languages but it’s only momentary. Once his eyes came fluttering open and you pulled off him for a moment to breathe, hands taking over for a moment. “Cariño, por favor.” He sounded desperate, his free hand clutching the arm of the chair he’s seated on, hand desperately grasping at the fabric. Trying to find some semblance of reality to hold on to. 

So rarely do you have him in the palm of your hand. You were smirking to yourself, looking at him with big innocent eyes and his body started to trash. He said something else in Spanish, he had said it enough times that you knew it meant he was close. In this moment, it wasn’t lost on you that his repetition of perverted lessons in Spanish might actually be paying off. 

You put your mouth back over him, starting slowly again–a contrast to the firm, strong pace of your hand. Focusing on the head, you let your tongue rub against it and his hips bucked involuntarily. He says more in Spanish but you can’t really hear him. You’ve taken him back down your throat. No warning just as far as you can fit him. He’s practically howling now, Spanish words blending together you’re not sure if he’s coherent. 

He didn’t last much longer, whiny and whimpering when you kept sucking after he finished. When Carlos finally breaks free, he lets out a long string of curse words–jumbled between English and Spanish.

“You okay, baby?” You ask in an innocent tone, gentle hands still fondling him. He hisses as your hand caresses his tip again. He almost looks like he might cry. 

“¡Ay, carino, por favor!” He hissed, snatching your hand off his dick and reaching for his shorts from around his ankle. “Suficiente. Estoy suficiente, por favor.” You couldn’t help but giggle. Carlos, always so composed and control, fucked out and overstimulated, practically ready to jump out of his skin if you even flinched to reach out for him again. “I need time to recover.” He huffed, looking at you with stern brown eyes. 

“Si, señor.” you saluted him playfully and he sighed, side eyeing you like he was debating something. Before you can ask, Carlos peeled himself out of the chair and extended his hand to help you up. Once face to face, you kissed him. Letting him taste himself on your tongue before you both went your separate ways for the day. 

“I think you could use some one on one tutoring,” he tutted, looking you up and down.

“Por que?” you asked back with mock insult. 

Carlos didn’t answer. Just rolled his eyes and bent to swing you over his shoulder, dragging you up to your bedroom. 

[gatorbites-imagines]

Snice Conner/ Kon-el is half Kryptoniton, would some of your Hcs still count?

Like Conner would be affected by sent too?

If that's so, can we get a Conner x Reader (He/Him) ?

I think it would be great if Conner had a crush on the reader, he might try to steal some of reader's sweaters/ hoodies without thinking. So to poke back the reader steals one of Conner's favorite shirts, the reader having a mischievous smile when he sees how flustered Conner is, to have the Reader smelling like him.

You can keep this fluff, or make it a little NSFT, I'll let you decide!

Conner Kent x male reader

Headcanons

(Ive run out of young justice conner gifs, so have this titans one instead)

Always hype to write about my kryptonian headcanons

-          Conner wouldn’t realize what he was doing in the beginning, stealing your stuff like he did. It would just be a deep urge of his, to smell like you or have your scent close to him.

-          So little by little as you two hang out, he would just bring some of your hoodies or sweaters back to his room, resorting to even wearing them every now and then.

-          You would most likely realize before Conner himself, seeing as he isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is when he borrows some of your stuff, especially when he doesn’t give it pack and it just ends up on a big pile on his bed.

-          So, when you start stealing shirts and hoodies back, that primal part of Conners brain immediately is awake, hyper focused on you. He especially gets antsy when you walk around wearing his clothes, smelling like him.

-          He starts chuffing and purring at a frequency only other kryptonians can hear, that feral part of his mind so pleased that you are wearing his scent and smelling like him. It makes him want to pull you into his arms and never let go.

 -          You two keep up this game for a while, swapping clothes back and forth without ever actually saying anything. And it only makes that part of Conners brain go a little extra wild. Especially when he one day catches you going around in one of his t-shirts and just a pair of boxers.

-          At some point he realizes you gotta be doing this on purpose, as you smirk and snicker at his flustered reactions. It makes him growl at the frequency normal people cant hear, feeling something in his chest about being teased that way.

-          It makes him want to mark his territory, but he feels embarrassed about wanting to smother you even more in his scent and even mark you as his. So, you’ll most likely have to take the step in that direction.

-          But when you get the ball rolling there’s no end to it, expect so many hugs and so much scenting, expect him to suck hickeys all over your body and lick you all over, especially in areas that gather a lot of your smell.

-          You’ll also have to learn to live with just how excited smelling your scent or musk can be for him, though it probably comes as a surprise to the both of you the first time he has an orgasm just huffing your armpit.

 -          After that time you both start experimenting a bit more, seeing if its just your scent or something else. This resorts to Conner wearing even more of your clothes, and at this point your wardrobes have just been completely mixed.

-          No one is surprised to see you two wear the others clothes, and no one is surprised to see Conner rubbing his face all over your neck, or to see hickeys and bitemarks all over your torso in the locker room.

-          Be prepared for the kryptonian libido, there is no mercy when you really get Conner going. You will be seeing God and wrung dry like an empty Juicebox, and he still wont be satiated.

-          That’s when its good to have some of your workout clothes or shirts you’ve worn all day laying around, as it helps Conner get off on his own as you catch a break so you can feel your legs again. It isn’t half bad watching him ride his toys with your shirt against this nose either, it really does something to your ego.

-          Afterwards you always cuddle, and Conner purrs even louder even though you cant hear it. He’s told you about it at some point, so you can feel its there in spirit. He’s like a space heater when you cuddle, so you never have to worry about being cold. It’s a nightmare during the summer though.

[sweetestpopcorn]

Hi, how are you doing? 😊

I would like to apologise in advance if you have already answered this type of question, I can only scroll so far on my phone before Tumblr completely refreshes🙈

A good friend of mine has been trying to convince me that Daenerys of Dorne and Daemon Blackfyre were clearly in love and wanted to get married (which is why he rebelled (years after her marriage)) and I just don't see it.

What do you think of the relationship between Daenerys and Daemon? Or, what do you think their relationship was like? Friendly? In love?

Because I am genuinely curious if I misread/didn't read this section🫣

Hi there ☺️

I hope you are well too. No problem at all and no I have not answered this question 😊

So, beginning first about Daemon and Daenaerys the sources do tell us that they loved each other, though they are more detailed about his feelings for her than her feelings for him. Importantly, while it was said that Daemon rebelled because Daenerys was denied to him (by "evil" Daeron II 🙄) I am a bit unsure of how that happened. You see, Daemon had already been married for three years to Rohanne of Tyrosh when Daenerys actually married Maron Martell - i.e., Daemon married Rohanne in 184 AC when he was 14, a marriage arranged by Aegon IV, and Daenerys married Maron in 187 at 16.

The marriage between Daenerys and Maron was also arranged in 185 AC, so actually while Daemon was already married.

Furthermore, in 184 AC when Daemon Blackfyre married, Daenerys was actually only 12 to Daemon's 14.

While I do think it is entirely possible given how handsome and gifted Daemon was that Daenerys might have feelings for him, and him for her, I have some doubts as to how deep they ran, and how far their relationship actually got. Yes, it was possible that maybe they continued to foster deep feelings for each other, and that even married to Rohanne, Daemon still loved Daenerys and maybe the two were lovers. It does not explain however how Daemon would blame Daeron II for denying him Daenerys when... he was already married and such a marriage had been arranged not by Daeron II but by Aegon IV.

Further, let's compare them to other couples who were in love but apart because of their circumstances and not their will.

We have Daemon and Rhaenyra of course and by several accounts, he wanted to marry her and she petitioned her father to let her marry Daemon (one step ahead of Daenerys as far as we are told) - given what happened between them afterwards and their story this was clearly truth. Like Daemon B, Daemon was married at this time BUT unlike Daemon B, Daemon, our Rogue Prince, asked Viserys to set his marriage aside, something he had asked prior as well. Daemon B never once asked for his marriage to Rohanne to be set aside. Unlike Daemon B's marriage, Daemon's marriage was a failure and his discontent was well reported. Daemon B on the other hand seemed fairly happy with Rohanne, or at least the marriage was definitely fruitful since in the same year he married, his firstborn son Aegon was born (along with his twin Aemon).

Now, we do know that Aegon IV promised Daemon B he could have more than one wife, however, Daemon B for all his ambitions does not strike me as naive enough to believe that and to think that Daeron II would have their father's lack of senses and agree to this. Moreover, Daenerys herself would likely not be too happy over this arrangement.

It is very important to mention that when Jaehaerys struck a deal with the Faith to keep incest he had to relinquish polygamy - which the Faith had more issues with - and all Targaryens since were in monogamous marriages offering no complain. I don't think Daemon B - again for all of his ambitions - would expect or think reasonable that Daeron II would go to war with the Faith to have Daenerys become his second wife. Maybe at 14 Aegon's lie was enough to convince him, but as he grew older it would not strike me as believable that Daemon would continue to believe this and blame Daeron II for it.

Also worthy of note is the fact that Rhaenyra was forced to marry Laenor against her will - while Daemon was away and exiled and could do nothing to prevent it under penalty of death. Nothing of the sort is said about Daenerys, and no record exists of her having to be forced by Daeron II to marry Maron - Daemon B was at her wedding and he did nothing nor showed any sign of distress. Rhaenyra's marriage to Laenor was also a failure and at this time she had an affair with Harwin - with Daemon away. Daenerys's marriage with Maron on the other hand seemed like a success and one of genuine love, at least of Maron to her.

Let's look at yet another Targaryen couple who were kept apart, Naerys and Aemon. During her bedding to Aegon, Naerys was said to have wept, and Aemon quarrelled with Aegon during the feast. Both showed signs of their displeasure, though we could argue if this was because of genuine passionate love for each other, or just sibling love and the shared knowledge of what a pig their brother was and how miserable he was about to make Naerys. Regardless of this, and yes I do think their relationship might have been exaggerated by the singers (and Aegon IV) to tarnish Naerys's reputation, both showed signs of displeasure when Naerys married someone else. With Daemon B and Daenerys, however, we have none of that. Only thing we know of Daemon B during his half-sister's wedding was that he was defeated by Baelor Targaryen, Daeron II's eldest son. Also, Naerys's marriage was miserable, which again is not true of Daenerys's marriage or Daemon B's marriage.

Then we have what you very well point out, the time skip between Daenerys getting married and Daemon B starting his rebellion - a full eight years. And I am not buying it at all at this point.

Am I supposed to believe that Daemon B was so distraught that he attended Naerys's marriage, did nothing, and a full eight years after remembered she was the love of his life?! Oh hi Matt!

A last point I wish to make about this is Daenerys's reaction to Daemon B's death, better yet the lack of reaction which speaks volumes. Against this we can go back to Daemon and Rhaenyra, especially Rhaenyra who never forget Daemon, got close to him again when he returned to Westeros despite him being married to another woman, and as soon as Laena dropped dead and Laenor was murdered (not by Daemon's orders *wink wink* Daemon Jesus Christ Targaryen would never do such a thing to a friend - who was more an associate but let me keep my fanfiction *wink wink*) she immediately got back with him. Under suspicions of him having betrayed her, she was still willing to forgive him and wanted him back and according to "Rise of the Dragon" she went as far as to blame Lord Mooton by Daemon's death - though how accurate this is we can debate since that was not directly written by George and there's no mention in Fire and Blood that she ever learned what happened to Daemon.

Now, am I denying at some point Daenerys and Daemon B had feelings for each other? Not at all. I think it is entirely possible given how close in age the two were and the fact that they were young and attractive people who lived together. But I do think the singers like to make it more than what it was like they do with so much more.

Why?

Well because Daemon B has a sort of hero aura about him that the singers liked and fed. He was someone with every quality of a king, but who had been born a bastard. He was beloved by the smallfolk, of the nobles as well, and much easier to love than someone like Daeron II who although was a good ruler and administrator was not as handsome, and did not possess the military qualities of a warrior - we know how the singers' panties dropped for knights - lacked the charisma as well. So it's easy to paint Daemon B in this bright light and to rather make this about love than about what it actually was: ambition.

It's funny that in a sense he was much more ambitious than our original Daemon, that he actually did pick up arms against his brother and started a war, and that the singers call him "in love" and only see Daemon as ambitious refusing to actually talk of love between Rhaenyra and himself. But then again Daemon was not very popular at court, and Rhaenyra, unlike Daenerys, was not a meek woman just living her traditional life. While she was very feminine she was given a very male role - maybe it's even worse that she was so feminine - so she does not make the stuff of a love story.

Just something to ponder about.

Now all of this being said and if the people want to believe it was love, there are much worse ideas out there and being spread by this fandom. If they want to ship two hot dragon people, all the power to them, but I personally don't because from everything written, it's not what that's about.

I would say that I hope Fire & Blood vol. 2 answers these questions but thinking that we are ever getting that book would make as delusional as people writing metas where Daemon gave two wet sh:ts about Harwin ☺️

All the love to you! Hope this was helpful.

[toraawa]

ive been a fan of yours for a while and i gotta say, i think you have the best grasp of yurisere/predatorshipping in the fandom. you actually take their characters into consideration and acknowledge their complexity as two stunted individuals who are very different but similar instead of diminishing them to memey single-trait characters. its amazing how many other other fans reduce serena to only "edgey mean girlboss" and yuri to only "nasty psycho" and then call any other version of the ship than constant hate fucking, backhanded affection and beating each other to a pulp "wrong". very tiring how only a handful of us dont like that to be the only thing they ever do

btw, your fics on ao3 are a godsend. judging by your stats im definitely not alone in loving how you write yurisere. thank you for doing the lords work. cant wait to see more updates

First of all, thank you for the high praise! It's the second time this week I've been told something similar, lol!

Though I will say anon, the rest sounds pretty charged towards something or someone particular in the fandom, so at the risk of aggravating some current stuff I don't know about...

Yeah. I agree. A lot. You pretty much summed up my thoughts perfectly.

"Edgy mean girlboss" and "nasty psycho" for Serena and Yuri respectively is... extremely accurate, lol, to the point where I kinda have to laugh bitterly for how pervasive it is. Like, I know they both got shafted hard by canon, but it's a bit annoying when so many people override Serena's multifacetedness to fit the girlboss mold and accuse Yuri of being one-dimensional. I'vs seen some even get strangely angry at the prospect of him not just being the sadistic plant guy. I just don't think him only being that is true. Then again, I'm a staunch defender of the assessment that most of Yuri's character is shown, not told.

Unfortunately, the fanon interpretation of characters overriding canon is something that happens in pretty much any fandom, so there's not much we can do but ignore it and find like-minded people. It's super annoying, but it can't be helped. There's also a broader phenomenon of prioritizing tropes and meme-y dynamics over actually appealing characters, so there's that too.

Since we're all waiting for more canon interaction, I'm definitely in the minority in that I don't think Yuri and Serena's interactions in Duel Links will be a pure hostility fest the entire time. I've also gotten accusations over the years that my Yurisere writing is objectively "wrong" for a plethora of reasons, many of which you stated above, so... there's THAT, too.

At the same time though, that isn't to say Yuri and Serena would never fight or bicker or even be mean to each other — I never expect them to be completely nice and friendly to each other right off the bat. And people are free to write and draw whatever they want — I want to express my disagreement and only that here — so if I don't like it, I ignore it. The people who don't fall into fanon have a much more appealing, deep, and romance-forgiving interpretation of yurisere to me, so I just focus on that!

Anyway, thank you once again for being a fan of my writing! I'm honestly surprised at the following for my current fics on ao3. The Arc-V tag doesn't get much engagement despite being updated every day. It's always great to know there are others who enjoy and share my idea of Yurisere, so to anyone lurking: don't be afraid to reach out!

[spacelizzbian]

Ahsoka s1 ep6

Love how they reminded us of the fact that there are "former imperials working at every level in the new republic" ain't no way they're getting back to the normal galaxy this episode? like bro, dw I didn't forget the New Republic kinda sucks 😂

Deadass thought Ahsoka was gonna spill on her world between worlds experience 💀

Hm, Ahsoka seeing Sabine giving the enemy the map as a fault of her own shortcomings as a teacher when it shows that she really was Anakin's padawan.

Urging Sabine to do what's right and putting feelings aside, while being unable to do that herself and fearing what could happen because of it..... this coming after the episode where Anakin's legacy and Ahsoka's unease with it was explored is 😭😭

Though it is throwing me off that she's still saying the same stuff as before her epithany last episode?

I understand it would be too easy if those fears caused by Anakin's betrayal would be healed after one episode and they probably wanna save that moment for a more exciting scene than her and Huyang sitting in the mouth of a space whale. But it'd have been better if Ahsoka showed that she has progressed in this regard?

I cannot believe they did the cheesiest thing and actually had Huyang say the thing.

This show so corny I love it

Pour one out for the Wolfren people, there was a prison on board lmao

God I hope he keeps his promise, he's a more interesting dark sider if he does

Something about them being so far from civilisation is actually creeping me out....

They were in hyperspace for all of the events of last episode, probably longer, that distance between galaxies is incomprehensible.

If anyone gets stranded or hurt they'd be so far away from help, the typical "fleet arrives to the rescue" at the last second can't happen now.

I don't think it's ever sunk in for me how hopeless Ezra must've felt being stranded here

A signal?!? Really??? That was fast lol

You know, for a literal different galaxy, I'd have expected this planet to look funkier.

Even Dathomir looked more mythical than this

I guess I take back all that dreadful pondering about being stranded far from home in a deserted galaxy cause apparantly there are fucking people living here

ok sure

Poor Sabine, not Jedi enough for Huyang, too Jedi for them witches 😔

I swear to god if they show us another iteration of order 66

I don't think I've ever commented on Shin and Baylan's designs but I love how they almost have a game of thrones fantasy knight vibe about them. Makes sense as this convo suggests they seek glory from the past.

Props to Kevin Kiner, the music is stealing Thrawn's intro scene

Wild guess Im throwing out there, Enoch is Ezra but like ... brainwashed as Savage was

Either that or he is deep undercover as one of those stormtroopers, that def sounds like something he'd do

Bro why there so much familiar kind of typical star wars life on this DIFFERENT galaxy?? 💀

OH HE JUST A BIG LIL PUPPER 🥺🥺

Damn, last episode really felt like clone wars in style and this one really feels like rebels lmao

Shin self identifying as a trained Jedi? Interesting.

Her doubting what Baylan is saying?

Oh?

I cannot wait for Baylan "destroy the past" Skoll to face off against Ahsoka "recently started healing from the wounds of the past" Tano again. I can practically feel the emotional culmination of this show and Ahsoka's character concluding

Oh these creatures are gonna get fridged so bad aren't they?

Ah shucks my wild angsty guess disproven so quickly

Tho Ezra just chilling with a bunch of lil creatures is also very him

They can sense Ahsoka approaching in the whale?¿?¿? That sure is convenient for them

Lmaoooooo Morgan is so angry she's like "sOMEONE FUCKIN KILL THIS DAMN WOMAN ALREADY IVE HAD IT

👏 UP 👏 TO 👏 HERE 👏

WITH HER IMMORTAL BS"

Thrawn upon learning Ahsoka's master was Anakin: "oh, psssht, I know what buttons to push, easy"

[kittyt-hexxed]

My Lovers Hate Each Other (Vi x Reader x Sevika) - 4

Part Four - Ride or Die

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Final Part

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship, Ex returns, kidnapping, injuries, broken bones, family vendettas, blood, implied murder, reader shoots Marcus, Vi kills people, shoot-out

Summary: When you’re the girlfriend of two murderous women, they’re going to have enemies. But, that doesn’t harm the love between you, it only makes it stronger.

Author Note: I hope the ending is satisfying enough! Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I wrote this very late at night.

After admitting that they were dating, Sevika and Vi became an official couple a few months later. The public knew that you were in a relationship with the two of them, not that they were in a relationship with each other. That made hanging out in public all the more interesting. You had overheard Sevika talking about Vi while playing poker, but she referred to her as Iv and it made you snicker. It was an inside joke that no one would notice she was talking about Vi even though it was her name backwards. And… they didn’t. Then again, no one expected those two to go near each other, much less be sharing affectionate kisses. Sevika’s gang and Powder were the only ones who knew, and the only ones important enough to know.

You put your hands on your hips, gazing out at the club to make sure that everything was set up. You’d be opening in two hours so you were preparing things ahead of time. You started doing that so your staff could get straight to work when they got here. It made the nights flow smoothly, especially because tonight is singles night and no one was looking forward to it. You nod to yourself and head back to the house, making sure to lock the door behind you. A laugh comes from your bedroom as you approach the door, and you raise an eyebrow. You open the door and your heart nearly melts at the sight in front of you. Sevika was laying back in the bed with Vi straddling her lap while doing Sevika’s eyeliner.

“Hey there.” You smile and approach them.

“Hey, baby.” They chorus, glancing at you with matching grins on their faces.

“Why are you doing Sev’s makeup?” You question, giving them a peck on the lips.

“While I love the smoky eye she does, I think she’d look sexier with dramatic eyeliner and no eyeshadow. She agreed to let me do it.” Vi twirls the pen in her hand, “How does she look?” You lock eyes with Sevika whistling in appreciation at the razor-sharp wings.

“You’re right.” You purr, “She does look sexier. Wait! Hold on!” You gasp, rushing over to your makeup bag and digging through it for a specific lipstick. You find it and skip back over to your waiting girlfriends who watch you in interest.

“This was going to be a birthday present for Sevika, but since we’re making her look sexier…” You hand the black lipstick tube to Vi, “It’s a deep pinkish-purple called Crushed Dreams that I knew would be hot as fuck on her.”

“Purple?” Sevika’s eyes practically sparkle, “I love you.” You knew Sevika has secretly been wanting purple lipstick, but she never vocalized it. You only knew because she mentioned how much she liked it on you. And when she liked something on you, you knew it was for a reason.

“I love you, too.” You wink at her, “Now, stop talking and let Vi put it on you.” Sevika rolls her eyes but lets Vi put the lipstick on.

“Damn, Sev, you’re hot.” Vi grins, getting off of her. You nod in agreement before walking over to your closet and rifling through Sevika’s side. Even though there was an agreement to keep your places, you had Sevika leave some clothes here so she didn’t have to go home when she spent the night. Some nights Vi slept with you, or Sevika, but most of the time you slept by yourself. You were all women who valued their space as much as you value your relationships.

“What are you doing?” You hear Sevika’s question from behind you.

“I’m getting you an outfit that’ll look as sexy as you do right now.” You hum, pulling out one of her leather shirts, “It’s singles night and I enjoy watching women throw themselves at you.” ‘No, this is too much. I want her to look hot, not drop panties.’

“It is pretty hilarious.” You hear Vi chuckle, “I enjoy it, too.”

“You’re both horrible.” Sevika sighs, “That’s why I love you, but only a little.” Everyone laughs and you continue trying to figure out her outfit. It ends up with the three of you doing each other’s makeup and figuring out what you’re wearing for the night.

It was the morning and Vi is fast asleep in her room after her late-night shenanigans with Powder. You and Sevika were out at the bar having breakfast and an early drink. The club received a new brand of champagne that you were testing out before you add it to the rotation. You had settled for a nice mimosa while Sevika went for a Chem-Bomb. She’d be heading to work soon, now that she’s the new leader of Zaun, and you were having a pleasant conversation.

“Why don’t we go on a vacation?” You rest your head against her shoulder, “You have family in Shurima, right? Why don’t we visit them?”

“I don’t think my aunt would be happy to see me.” Sevika snorts, sipping her drink.

“Why?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I didn’t want to get married to Alissandra.” Sevika shrugs, jostling you, “She was cute, but I was not feeling marriage. I’m a bit of a free spirit as you know.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” You sputter, sitting up straight and turning to her, “What?! You never told me that story! I know you and her dated but you never told me there was talk of marriage!”

“There’s nothing to tell. Alissandra and I dated for a year while she lived in Piltover. She wanted to get married and I didn’t so I broke up with her. She went back to Shurima and I haven’t heard from her since. My aunt wanted us to marry for some reason, and she was upset that I didn’t go through with it.”

“Wow.” A grin makes its way onto your face, “You could’ve been a married woman! I can’t picture that… or maybe I can. You’re going to marry me.” You say jokingly. You knew Sevika wasn’t the marriage kind, and neither were you and Vi. Maybe that would change in the future, but right now you’re all content where you are.

“We are not getting married.” Sevika shakes her head.

“You’re marrying Vi instead?!” You gasp dramatically, “But her hair is pink!”

“What?!” Sevika laughs incredulously, “What does her hair have to do with anything?!”

“It’s pink, Sev!” You jest, trying so hard not to laugh, “She might be a succubus or something! It’s unnatural!” Which was a total lie. You don’t know what genes Vi was blessed with to have naturally colorful hair, but you were a bit jealous about it. You would have to bleach your hair to dye it depending on what color you wanted.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.” She takes your mimosa from you.

“It’s only half a glass! I’m no lightweight.” You huff, snatching it from her, “I can totally outdrink you.”

“Mmm, why are you lying?” Sevika kisses your forehead, “Vi’s the only one who can keep up with my drinking.”

“Listen here, Sevik’lani.” You grin, using her Shuriman name, “I will outdrink you both one day!” You poke her shoulder, idly noting that it’s like poking a wall. Sevika raises an eyebrow at you and you know that she’s going to be getting you back later for that. You and Vi are the only two who know her Shuriman name, and you thought it was beautiful so you used it occasionally. Sevika, on the other hand, preferred to keep that part of her in the past after her mother died. She liked when you said her full name, though, so you were allowed to say it. You hear the front doors open and you turn around expecting to see someone from Sevika’s gang, but you see Marcus instead. You narrow your eyes at him, his pistol in his hand while he shoves another Enforcer in front of him. You spin in your seat, resting your elbows against the counter.

“Where is she?!” Marcus demands, making you raise an eyebrow.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that Sheriff.” You drawl, observing the Enforcer next to him. A woman with long dark blue hair who seems to be in shock.

“The pink-haired girl!” Marcus hisses, “I know she got out of Stillwater! You’re the bartender so you know everyone who comes in and out of this place. Tell me!” You and Sevika share a glance, both standing up with glares on your faces. Vi told you that she didn’t know who had thrown her into prison. She had been knocked out and woke up in Stillwater’s detainment cell before they processed her. Vi was tossed in there without a trial, so it was easy to assume that only her kidnapper would know about her being there.

“Like hell, I’ll tell you.” You snarl, whipping out your pistols, “You can either get out of my club or get shot… or cut to pieces. Your choice.” You tilt your head to Sevika whose sword is out.

“I’d choose wisely if I were you.” Sevika warns, pulling out a vial of Shimmer, “I’m not afraid to take you out, Marcus. How do you think Silco died?”

“You killed Silco?” You tilt your head.

“I didn’t. The two menaces did last night. Why do you think they were out so late?”

“I thought they blew something up.” You shrug.

“Marcus-!” The woman speaks up before she’s jostled.

“-Shut up, Caitlyn! You don’t understand what’s at stake here!” Marcus snarls.

“I do. So you have until I get to ten to hightail it out of here and never come back.” You smile darkly.

“You can’t-”

“Ten.” You shoot his knee. Marcus screams in pain, dropping to the ground and grabbing at his leg. The woman - Caitlyn - stumbled away from him and fell to the ground in shock. You pay her no mind as you slowly walk towards him, kicking his pistol to the wall.

“So you’re the one who put my girlfriend in prison, hm?” You lift his chin with the barrel of your gun, seeing the terror in his eyes, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot to kill. I’d be a bad girlfriend if she didn’t get to maim you first.”

“Girlfriend?” Marcus gasps out through the pain. You hear the door from the house area open and you turn your head to see Vi enter. Your eyes widen at her appearance, low-hanging sweats, and a baggy crop top with wet hair. You were supposed to be in a tense situation and now Vi was here to make you horny. ‘God damn it, Vi! Of all the times to walk into here!’ You curse to yourself.

“What’s with all the screaming?” Vi yawns before observing the situation, “Oh. Hey, cupcake. Thank you for getting me out of prison.” She grins at Caitlyn.

“Your kidnapper made himself known.” Sevika motions to you and Marcus on the floor, “He’s the sheriff now, so there’s your answer as to why no one knew you were there.” Vi doesn’t say anything as she stalks over but you can see the rage in her eyes.

“You’re the reason I spent six years in prison?” Vi says calmly, too calmly. She crouches down next to you, “You’re the reason my sister ended up with Silco?”

“I-I-I did it to get justice! You blew up a building!” Marcus stutters.

“That’s all I needed.” Vi stands grabbing Marcus by his collar, “Don’t wait up.”

“Wait! What are you going to do with him?!” Caitlyn finally speaks up from the floor.

“Kill him.” Vi says bluntly, fists clenching, “So if you’ll excuse me.”

“Wait! No!” Caitlyn shouts, making you sigh. You pick up Marcus’ pistol, thankful that it was a custom one and not the generic ones.

“This doesn’t involve you.” You say, walking over to her, “Although from what Vi said, I should be thanking you. So here’s my thanks.” You knock her out with the butt of Marcus’ gun. You take a deep breath to calm your anger. Vi would need your support when she came back, and it wouldn’t help if you were upset.

“Don’t worry.” Sevika picks up Caitlyn’s body, “I’ll handle this. You clean up Vi when she comes back in.” You nod and Sevika vanishes out the front door. With a grumble, you go grab the mop to clean up the blood on the floor. If you wait any longer it’d start to dry and stain the wood. Since the Sheriff will be dead, you don’t want anything that’ll tie him to you. The amount of blood on the floor was a little more than what you’d get from the usual bar fight. So, you hum to yourself as you calm down your anger.

It’s around twenty minutes later when Vi comes back into the Drop, fists bloody with a distant look in her eyes. You get up from your seat and grab her by the shoulders, gently guiding her into the house and your bathroom. She sits down on the countertop and you start unwrapping the bandages from her arms.

“I killed him.” Vi’s voice sounds.

“I know, baby.” You kiss her knuckles, “Did you get rid of the body?”

“Tossed it into one of the fissures. No one will find it before it’s eaten by the rats if they find it at all.” You make sure to wash all of the blood from her hands and under her nails.

“The other girl was taken somewhere they can find her. I hit her hard enough to leave a mark so she shouldn’t remember what happened. If anyone comes looking, the story is Marcus threatened us before vanishing with the girl.”

“It was his fault I missed so much.” You can hear the grief in Vi’s voice, “I blamed myself for so long when it was his fault. And he became Sheriff while I rotted away in prison.” She spits the word like it’s acid on her tongue. You take her face in your hands, seeing tears swimming in her eyes, and sigh.

“It was never your fault. None of it. Silco had a vendetta and he had the resources. You were just a kid, Vi. That’s too much pressure on your shoulders.”

“Can we- Can we cuddle?” Vi’s voice cracks as a tear runs down her cheek, “I-I need the comfort.”

“Of course, we can.” You whisper, kissing her forehead. You take her hand and help her down from the counter before walking into the bedroom. The two of you get under the covers and Vi lays her head on your chest. You run your hand through her hair, knowing that she likes it when you do that.

“I love you.” Vi whispers, kissing your chest. Your eyes widen but a smile graces your face. ‘I guess it has been a while since we got together. I’ve been waiting to say those words myself.’

“I love you too.” You whisper back. She looks up at you, moving forward to kiss you tenderly. You spend the rest of the morning laying around, cuddling, and exchanging kisses before Vi feels better. The two people who ruined her life are dead, and you could see a weight lift off of her shoulders.

“I’m telling you, Y/n! Ekko is so cool! He’s been very busy making plans with Sevika but he promised to come to see you soon!” Powder gushes over her boyfriend, making you laugh. You place her pina colada in front of her, spinning the little umbrella around as you do. With Sevika becoming the new leader of Zaun, you ended up officially becoming one, too. As the owner of the Drop, a lot of people came to you for information on people who passed through Zaun. A large majority of Zaunites and tourists stopped by to party or have a drink. You were very good at identifying people and it was a valuable part of Zaun’s network. Between you and Babette’s, Zaun’s information network was a dangerous place for the uninitiated.

“I look forward to seeing him after so long.” You flash Powder a smile before heading over to a small group that flagged you down. Vi was on the floor chatting with a few regulars who asked her to take a seat with them. She had been getting a lot of attention after the mysterious disappearance of Sheriff Marcus. With Zaun being split from Piltover, a group called the Prowlers formed who roam the streets to keep innocent people from getting hurt. Vi became the leader of the group and with her ruthless nature, the people kept their toes in line. When she wasn’t being asked to protect someone, she was being asked to take someone out, and in Zaun that made you powerful.

“Hey, girls. What can I do for you?” You lean against the counter, taking in their appearances. ‘Huh, they’re sun-stained. They must be from Shurima, then. Or somewhere that gets enough sunlight to give them such a rich color.’ You glance down at your duller skin and pout slightly. ‘One day, when the Grey is gone, I’ll have a rich tone to my skin too.’

“Can we all get tequila with lime?” The girl closest to you requests, “We’re sitting at the booths.” You nod slowly. ‘They need information on someone. Your eyes flick to Vi and you wave her down so she knows you’ll be heading from the bar. She gives you a nod and goes back to her conversation with the table.

“Sure thing, I’ll bring it over to you girls.” You nod and they walk away from the bar. You get to pouring out their drinks, Vi bumping your hip so you know that she’s back behind the bar with you. You smile at her and she starts talking with Powder who rambles about Ekko again. You thought it was adorable that they were in a relationship now. All the times you couldn’t find her, she was hanging out with the Firelights. Vi was ecstatic about it and didn’t care if she was out late with them, as long as she was safe.

You pick up the tray of drinks, slipping past Vi and out of the bar. People greet you as you walk past, sidestepping the regular that keeps trying to smack your ass, and you give the girls a warm smile, “Here are your drinks. Is there anything else I can get for you girls?”

“Yes. I’m looking for a woman named Sevik’lani. Grey eyes, dark skin, and long black hair.” The girl from earlier speak up again. You pause for a second, trying not to show any reaction to hearing Sevika’s Shuriman name. They must be people from her tribe if they know it and how she looks, but that didn’t make you less suspicious. So you pull one of Sevika’s blunts from your pocket, lighting it, and taking a drag as you observe them. She gave you some after you found out they had jasmine and made an interesting blue smoke. It was a special blend that her grandmother used to make and roll for her anxiety. Sevika’s mother used to do it, too, and now she used it to help her relax better than a traditional one. The girl who spoke to you has dark hair, green eyes, and freckles. Her two friends with her also have dark hair but one has brown eyes and the other has blue.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anyone with that name. We have quite a few who match your description, but not that name.” You shake your head.

“I told you, Ali!” One of the girls hisses, “Sevik’lani probably left after you two broke up. You know she’s elusive. Her Abi said as much!”

“Marai, just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean you can say that!” The other girl hisses back. Your eyebrows go up and you exhale when you realize who’s in front of you. ‘Speak of the devil and she appears.’ You groan internally. What are the chances that Sevika’s ex-girlfriend comes searching for her after you find out about her? You clear your throat to get their attention.

“I don’t care, Yara!” Marai hisses.

“If that’s all, I have a job to do.” You put a hand on your hip.

“Yes, sorry.” The woman you assume to be Alissandra, sighs, “If you ever come across a woman like that, please let her know Alissandra was looking for her. It’s important.” You nod and walk away from them, taking a deeper inhale than normal and exhaling a cloud of smoke. ‘Important? What could so important you come searching for your ex?’ You hoped that they’ll choose to leave before Sevika comes by. Today was her usual day of playing poker while you and Vi compete with Ran and Krow at pool. Thieram finally learned how to keep up with the busier nights so you felt comfortable handing it off to him on slower nights. It felt nice being able to let loose with your girlfriends, drink recklessly and smoke a joint or two. You hand off the blunt to Leslie - one of Babette’s workers you play with - kissing their cheek as you do and they wink at you. They have a bit of a crush on you, and you are interested but the date hadn’t been planned yet since you’re both busy.

“Vi.” You call to her, motioning to the door to the pantry closet. Vi excuses herself from her conversation with Powder and comes over to you. You head into the room, flicking the light on as you feel some agitation rise through you. Vi wraps her arms around your waist with a concerned look on her face.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Vi kisses your nose, “You seem upset.”

“Sevika’s ex-girlfriend is here.” You sigh.

“Alissandra? The one who tried to marry her?” Vi’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Yup. She used Sevika’s Shuriman name.” You bite your lip, “I don’t know why she’s here for her, but I had to let you know. They’re sitting at booth three.”

“Okay.” Vi nods, “I’ll handle their drinks.”

“What- No. I can-” Vi covers your mouth and shakes her head.

“People don’t know Sevika and I are dating. If someone slips up around you, they’ll find out that you lied. But, no one is going to bring her up around me.” Vi reminds you.

“You’re right. If I can get them out of here before Sevika shows up-” Vi pulls you into a kiss, grabbing your hips and pushing you up against the wall. She kisses you hard, her fingers tangling into your hair, as she bites at your lip. You let out a low moan as she slips her tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply, and making you a little horny.

“What was that for?” You breathe out.

“To keep your mind off of things.” Vi grins, “Now you’ll be thinking about me on top of you, kitten.” She backs away to the door with a smug smile on her face.

“I think that’s worse!” You whine, following her out the door. Vi laughs and the two of you end up back behind the bar. You get a few raised eyebrows and a teasing joke from Powder as you do. True to her word, Vi was the one who made the drinks for the girls. Every time she noticed your gaze wandering over to them, she would smack your ass. That got you to refocus but it also made you hornier, and she knew that. Your regulars were used to your antics by now so you weren’t shy about it. If there was one thing about Zaun, everyone was very relaxed about PDA. You could walk past someone having sex in an alley without blinking twice. It’s just how the city was. There was no judgment… mostly.

You ended up losing track of time and before you knew it, Ran and Krow came bursting into the Drop like a building was on fire. You were going to tease them for being in a rush before you noticed the terrified looks on their faces. You put down the glass you were cleaning just as they spot you. Your heart sinks when you see that they’re bloody and bruised with Ran even clutching her ribs.

“Y/N! SEVIKA’S BEEN TAKEN!” Krow screams. The sound of shattering glass cuts through the silence that follows her declaration. Your eyes dart to Vi whose hands are now empty, broken glass on the floor around her.

“What do you mean Sevika’s been taken?!” You hop the bar, rushing over to them as others do with first aid kits.

“We were attacked by some kind of creature and a group of people. It killed some of the guys before it knocked her out and ran.” Krow flinches as someone cleans a cut on her head.

“We’ve never seen anything like it before.” Ran adds on, “We wounded it, but it still got away.”

“A creature? Did it look like a twisted-humanoid coyote?” Alissandra jumps from her seat, eyes wide.

“I-I guess.” Ran glances at Krow who nods, “Yeah. Something like that.”

“Shit! Moruyi beat us to her. I thought we had more time!” Alissandra slams her fist onto the table next to her, “You said you didn’t know Sevik’lani!”

“Excuse me for not wanting to tell my girlfriend’s ex-girlfriend where she lives!” You snap, before turning to the patrons, “IF YOU’RE NOT COMING WITH US, GET THE HELL OUT!” You scream, slamming your hand onto the counter. People scramble to the door, but others who are clearly friends of Sevika’s hang back. They started pulling out their weapons and preparing for a fight.

“Wait, you’re Sevik’lani’s girlfriend?” Alissandra gasps, following you towards the house. Vi was already in the living room rewrapping her arms and getting her gauntlets prepared. When Marcus disappeared and they cleared his office, they found records of Vi’s false imprisonment and the beatings she went through. With an advocate from Caitlyn Kiramman, they gave her money as restitution and Vi managed to get Hextech gauntlets out of it. You weren’t sure how, but when she came home with them Vi begged you to spar with her. You were sore for a week after that.

“Yes, we are.” Vi says, glancing up with a fire in her eyes, “Sevika is our girlfriend, and now she’s in danger so tell us what you know about this fucker. Or we’ll be going in blind, anyway.”

“You- You can’t! Moryui is a Baccai! They’re dangerous!” Yara shakes her head, “Baccais are notoriously hard to kill and he has a following!”

“Then what are you doing here?” You snarl, pulling out the explosive rounds Powder had made for you, “Were you just going to warn her that something was after her and fuck off?” You unlock the box, switching out your normal clips for the explosive ones.

“No, I came to help her- Listen, Moryui is after her because of her father. Years ago, he raided Moryui’s family tomb in Shurima and snuck away with some kind of weapon. Her Abi supported us getting married because she learned that her son gave the weapon to his daughter. Once her things were my things, I could give the weapon back. Sevvi’s father was killed by Moryui shortly after giving it away, but he didn’t know she had it until now.” Alissandra grabs your bicep, “You have to let us come with you.”

“You better be able to keep up.” Vi stands up, gauntlets on her arms, “We’re not picking up your slack.”

“You’re letting us come?” Marai questions, baffled.

“Ex or not, you guys know what we’re up against.” You buckle your harness, tightening it around your thighs before you strap your guns and extra clips to it, “I’d be a dumbass to leave you behind.” You head for the bar, the others who stayed behind are waiting for you by the door. Ran and Krow are patched up and ready to head back out to get their best friend.

“We don’t know what the fuck we’re up against, but I want him blown to fucking pieces!”

“I’m going to tear that thing apart.” Vi growls, “No one fucks with the people I care about.”

It hurt to breathe, indicating that a few of your ribs were definitely broken. Whatever creature had taken Sevika was a lot stronger than you expected, but it stopped none of you. You tracked him to one of the caverns in Zaun and raised hell. His followers blocked you from running into the caves so you ended up in a shoot-out. You emptied three whole clips in the process, taking them down with Vi as you were practically blinded with rage. A few people were killed by his followers, but no matter how injured you got, you kept fighting. In the process, you found Sevika and nearly sobbed when you properly looked at her. She was heavily injured and bleeding from many places on her body. For a terrifying moment, you thought she wasn’t breathing.

The creature you were fighting was a horrifyingly twisted anthropomorphic coyote with human arms and three tails. You managed to shoot off two of his arms before Vi came rushing in. You fought together, the ranged fighters taking shots and then allowing the melee fighters to get in close. Vi was the one who landed the killing blow, crushing his head against the cavern wall.

Regardless of your broken bones, you and Vi were the ones to support Sevika back to The Last Drop. Powder and Ekko greeted the two of you there with healing potions and the Firelight medic. Word had gotten around Zaun about what happened and you did cry with the crowd of people who came to help patch you guys up. Vi refused to leave your side even though she had a deep gash in her head that needed stitches. Once you were taken care of, you went with her so she could get those stitches put in. Because of the large amount of healing potion you were given, you ended up falling asleep and Ekko carried you to bed. The next morning, you and Vi anxiously waited for Sevika to wake up.

“I-I can’t believe you did that.” Alissandra sighs, “You killed a Baccai for Sevika?”

“We love her. You may have some mixed feelings about her after what happened, but she’s our girlfriend.” Vi says strongly, “I’d do the same for Y/n, and I know she’d do the same for me.”

“That’s just how things are down here.” You exhale through your nose in amusement, “You’re a ride or die when you love someone.”

“That’s some sappy gang shit.” Ekko snorts, “But, it’s true. The Firelights are the same way.” You’re handed your breakfast and you smile thankfully at Powder. You take your time eating so you don’t upset your ribs, but your mind was far from the current conversation. The last twenty-four hours were crazy. You didn’t know how to feel about what you saw, but you knew that Sevika needed to wake up.

“Hey, she’s awake.” Ran comes into the kitchen with a small smile on their face. You shoot out of your seat, recoiling in pain as your ribs protest the quick movement. Vi grabs your hand and the two of you rush into your bedroom to see Sevika being helped up by Krow.

“Sev.” You and Vi chorus, relief flooding through you. Tears spring into your eyes as you walk over and sit down next to her.

“What… what happened?” Sevika rasps.

“It’s a long story, but you’re safe now.” Vi caresses her face.

“That’s all that matters.” You nod, rubbing her shoulder.

“You’re injured.” Sevika’s eyes widen, “Both of you- What happened? Please tell me what happened.” She pleads. You and Vi glance at each other and sigh. You tell her about Alissandra visiting The Last Drop, the attack, and going to find her. Sevika cries about you two getting involved and being hurt and it makes you and Vi snuggle up to her.

“I understand you’re upset.” You whisper, wiping her tears away, “But, if getting hurt meant that I could save you, I’d do it all over again.”

“I agree. I care about you, Sev. Getting hurt means nothing to me when it involves someone I love.” Vi kisses her cheek.

“I’m lucky to have the two of you.” Sevika smiles, “My bunny and my kitten.” You giggle and snuggle closer to her. The three of you lay there and enjoy the quiet, giving kisses here and there when you feel like it. You’d have to get out of bed soon and confront Alissandra with Sevika, but you didn’t want to.

“So uh… Zaun knows we’re together now.” Vi breaks the silence, “I kind of announced it in front of everyone.”

“Good, because I want them all to know that you’re mine.” Sevika kisses Vi, making you smile, “I wouldn’t change this relationship for anything.”

“Even if it requires you getting a knee to the face?” Vi raises an eyebrow.

“Even if it requires me getting a knee to the face.” Sevika grins.

“Ewww, Sevika’s being a sap!” You cry out teasingly.

“I guess you don’t want a kiss, then.” Sevika narrows her eyes at you, “I’ll just give Vi all of your kisses.”

“Wait, wait, no!” You whine, “Don’t give Vi my kisses!”

“Too late!” Vi sticks her tongue out at you, making you pout.

“What am I going to do with you two?” Sevika sighs playfully, shaking her head.

“Sev.” Vi says seriously, “You have to marry us now.” You burst out laughing as Sevika’s eyes nearly pop out of her head. You cry out in pain, your ribs flaring as you struggle to stop laughing. You end up wheezing for a bit before you manage to stop laughing.

“...You’re right. I will marry you two after that.” Sevika says casually, making you and Vi pause. You blink, sharing a glance with Vi before turning your gaze to Sevika.

“What?” You say in disbelief, “Say that again.”

“Say what again?” Sevika tilts her head.

“You know what we're talking about!” Vi huffs, “The marriage thing!”

“Nope. I have no clue.”

“Sevika!” You and Vi shout.

“Yes?” Sevika grins, clearly doing this to rile you up, “...Oh! Yeah. Let’s get married.”

“WHAT?!”

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

Ive been watching Frankenstein movies again (I think I'm gonna have to make some kind of something about it, but I also have never made a video for the internet before so... To be determined?)

Anyways- I have a new recommendation for Frankenstein nerds with time on their hands! And I haven't seen much about it?? Maybe I'm not looking hard enough, but even the 1994 Kenneth Branagh version has something of an audience, and I think this one deserves at least that amount of attention.

Drumroll please!!

"Frankenstein" 2004, Directed by Kevin Connor

Now I think the reason this one is so unwatched is because it's actually a TV movie broken into two "episodes". The whole thing is about 3 hours long. And weirdly enough, aired on Hallmark??? But guys it's like. Really really good. Like, REALLY really good.

Some highlights for me personally include:

Henry Clerval! He's here! He's jolly! He's a little bit of a menace! Genuinely though he has a wonderful sense of charm and charisma to him, which works really well against the naturally more serious and dramatic Victor. Plus he's a history nerd with a bad relationship with his dad who doesn't want him to go to college. So naturally he hops on Victor's carriage mid-ride to Ingolstadt. What a guy

Elizabeth! Her relationship with Victor feels natural, but she also feels like her own person. Also they don't frame it like they're siblings (looking at you Kenneth). It feels more like they're childhood sweethearts who happen to live together, there's never a point where they refer to each other as siblings, there was never an intention from the parents to make them siblings, it just feels way less icky than many other adaptations. (It's still kinda weird though just on principle) I think she could've been explored more but she's fun when she's on screen. She paints, she jokes around, she has goals and expectations, I like her.

The portrayal of Victor is one of the most successfully sympathetic I've ever seen. It is very very easy to make Victor an asshole. Which he is, but it's easy to make him the wrong kind of asshole. Petty and vindictive, eager to run away from responsibility and denying the consequences of his actions. That's not him here. It's more that he's overwhelmed. He's completely over his own head. There's a lot of emphasis put on the fact that Victor is mentally unwell after his experiments. He's completely broken himself down, the minute the lightning thing doesn't work he flies into a rage. And then when the Creature starts breathing, he sees it for a few seconds and then blacks out. As far as he knows, he hallucinated the thing getting up (and he continues to experience paranoid hallucinations throughout the story, it's not a one time assumption). He still abandons the Creature, but it's not because he hates it, it's because he's exhausted and overwhelmed and literally doesn't know what's real. And that goes a long way in making the two feel equally sympathetic, which I think is very important.

This portrayal of The Creature is also one of the most successfully compelling I've ever seen! His performance is very gentle and quiet, which I think makes his rage and torment all the more intense. It's pretty common for the Creature to speak in a deep growl or low-toned monologues, but Luke Goss keeps his voice light and soft, which really really works. Plus I think his makeup and costuming is excellent. They stick way closer to the book description. He has a very pretty well-shaped face, but his skin is dry, grey, and cracked. His eyes are bright but sunken in shadow, and stitches poke out from just under his hairline. At the same time it's believable that Victor designed him to be beautiful, and that strangers would find him unnerving.

It's definitely too long, but it's a good time! You can also just find it on YouTube for free so, bonus points for that

[zealfruity]

I gotta know more about Jedi Cutup

How does he handle his antics totally not getting under Quinlan's skin?

On a scale of 1-10, how hard does their shitposting break that scale?

Is he any good with his saber? What's his favorite form of the seven? Does Quinlan teach him any -non- Jedi forms?~

How resonant in the Force does he become/what are favored "powers"?

I’m so happy you asked me this. Mostly because i love Cutup but also because I didn’t really think beyond that? So here’s what I’ve cooked up for you:

1. He keeps upping the antics. If Quinlan is unphased or perfectly in tune with whatever's Cutup's cooking up (which is most of the time that guy gets up to so much bs)? Cutup gets more ambitious. At some point he does realise that it's not going to work, but it takes a lot of trying and failing. The only time he ever threw Quinlan off his stride was the first time Quinlan heard about him from Obi-Wan, and then maybe after Cutup catches onto a Force trick very quickly Vos didn’t expect it. Afterwards Cutup didn't have much luck, which is annoying when part of your whole Thing is that you imbalance and inconvenience authority 24/7.

2. I'm not really sure what you mean here, my reading comprehension can be iffy. The Vos and Cutup duo get into a lot of shenanigans, they're a good apprenticeship match. Shit gets done but the way it gets done always ends up being…. Out of the box. So I guess 9/10, knowing eachother def raised their individual Hijinks Magnets’ strenghts.

3. He's alright with it, just not used to close range stuff. He was trained as a grenadier, which involves a lot of aiming+throwing explosives far away and then shooting deadly blaster fire at ennemies. He's good at aiming blaster bolts when deflecting them, and he's not a very traditional fighter so that definetely helps him out. Form V is the one he's best at and likes the most, and when learning with the practice saber, it was definetely the one he had to use the most if ever he needed to (still being at war on the frontlines and all). he has the physical capabilities energy to use Form IV (he was always a little bit of a showoff, he's the kid who does sick flips on the trampoline and then probs hurts himself doing a backflip wrong). It saps him of his force strenght quickly though and he hasn't quite mastered the spatial awareness it needs, so he has to be careful.

4. Cutup's gotten good at some niche hand-to-hand techniques that Quinlan knows. He learns how to use a blaster/saber way of fighting where the saber is mostly used for defence and some close combat, and the blaster used for offence and long range. Quinlan helps him merge what he’s been taught his whole life being a trooper and the new things he’s learning from the Jedi in peacetime.

5. He's not the strongest Jedi in the room, he's pretty average and the years of uncontiously supressing something like that for self preservation reasons (kamino + war = bad mixture for an untrained force sensitive, also some story and lore stuff that I don't feel like getting into right now). He's good at the whole "something is about to happen" feeling and can manage to get decently specific with it. he's learned how to concentrate his usage of the Force in one big, short burst that can have pretty cool results (but tire him out emmediately afterwards, any further Force usage is difficult and can leave some damage to him). It's the longer lasting, consistent usage (used for say, deep meditation, holding smth up for longer than 30 seconds, and sensing larger amounts of people) that he has a lot of trouble with. Gets really good at timing when to enhance his strenght and speed with the Force in short moments, but again: keeping it consistent during a fight is not his strong suit.

Hope this helped :)) As always, my ask box is open ✨

I like how little guy he looks here.

[cardinal-copia-popia]

Hi ghestie, love your writing! A humble little request if you're up for it, but Copia/Papa IV in a platonic/paternal way comforting a trans male reader who had an emotionally abusive Catholic father who never allowed them to express their feelings or accepted them growing up and needs some reassurance after going no contact and joining the Clergy that they're safe now and everything's okay? Totally unrelated to my own daddy issues and clinging to Papa as a comfort character of course ahem

Thank you for this request, ghestie! I hope I did it justice! ❤️❤️❤️

Mirrored here on AO3

If anyone has any requests, send them my way (see pinned post for more info)!

Welcome Home

You sniffed, attempting to stay quiet, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Not that anyone else was in the chapel at that time. You had come here to be alone and think.

All of this was so different for you, this… acceptance. You could hardly believe it was true. In fact, you didn’t. Not always. You continually expected the bubble to burst, that your… father would suddenly appear before you, and you would find yourself back in your previous situation. It seemed as though you had gone from one religious extreme to the next, but where one had been horrible, being here at the Abbey was almost too good to be true.

The sound of the chapel doors squeaking open made you jump, but you stayed facing forward, hoping whoever it was would not notice you. But that was apparently too much to hope for. The sound of footfalls grew steadily louder as the person approached you until they stopped altogether. You half expected to be reprimanded for being in there or be told to leave.

“Brother?”

You startled again, this time because you realized the person was Copia. You turned to look at him, finding him standing at the end of the pew behind you with a look of concern on his face. He was in his black robes and papal paint, likely about to get ready for confessions.

“Are you alright?” he continued.

You swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Papa. Fine.”

Copia gestured toward the pew. “May I sit?”

You nodded again and watched him out of the corner of your eye as he shuffled between the pews to sit next to you.

“Forgive me, brother, but you do not seem alright,” he said gently. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine! But… Just know I’m here to listen, sì?”

You gazed up at him for a moment before returning your attention to the pew in front of you. "None of this feels real. I'd never been accepted for who I am before until I got here. I keep expecting it to all end, that I'll turn a corner and there my father will be, and I just can't—" You broke off to take a deep breath.

Papa placed a hand on your shoulder. He knew your situation and had been nothing but supportive of you, as had everyone else at the Abbey who knew. "You're safe here, you know that, sì? Your father cannot get you here. No one will ever hurt you again, not as long as I have anything to say about it."

You looked up at him again, tears shining in your eyes. "I know, Papa. I'm not used to being able to just be me. I don't even know if I know how to be me."

Papa smiled. "Well, we will help you with that, brother. It will take time, but just know you will always have our support." He gave your shoulder a squeeze. "You will always have my support."

You closed your eyes and nodded. That was all you wanted. "I may have only been here a short time, but you've been more of a father to me than my actual father," you admitted quietly. "Thank you for that, Papa."

"There's no need to thank me, brother. I am more than happy to fill that role for you. You may always depend on me."

On impulse, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face to his chest. You had never felt more relieved and accepted and happy than in that moment. 

"Thank you," you whispered through your tears.

Copia soothingly rubbed your back. "Of course. Welcome home… son."

[cherubchoirs]

yo ive got some songs that i think are fallen gabe songs!! with titles so you can look them up instead of clicking the link if you want

Gen'ei (Phantom/Shadow/Mirage) by Harumaki Gohan (it's in japanese so you gotta turn captions on)

DEATHBODY by GHOST and Vane

oooooooh thank you so much for sending these bc i think they both really hit on relevant themes that i want to explore with him in future pieces....and they give me the opportunity to talk about them now!! (this will cover some heavier topics dealing with identity and...literally death and body-related issues, so please be aware before proceeding!)

mirage - this is likely self-explanatory, but after falling the central internal conflict gabriel experiences is piecing together who he is and what his identity is to be. initially, he thinks of himself as a shadow without its body, as a void made material that lingers as gabriel's sin and stands as a testament to his choices. his mind is weighted with contradictions, at once feeling a deep remorse and shame for the crimes he committed under god's direction, but knowing as well that this had been his purpose, that he was forged as a weapon to be wielded against any enemy of god's kingdom. so what is his truth then? is his true self what god intended for him, is it the mold he was born into and felt such pride for in all the millennia that had past until so recently? or is he made of the doubt that had always been in the back of his mind, is he truly the autonomy he had found and the ramifications of that he now reckons with?

he both hates what he had been and envies it, sickened by all the images he sees of his past as the archangel that plaster hell as though to mock him...because for some time, he thinks that was him, that was his reality, his inherent being. the image of gabriel as he was haunts him, stalks him though he feels himself now as the ghost, he is reminded constantly of the gabriel that harmed so many but was so beloved, so favored. so prized by god. logically by then he knows god was wrong, god forced him to betray himself over and over, but there's nothing easy about leaving eden. gabriel has fallen from the highest station, he has taken the lives of other angels, he lives now in pain, in exhaustion, in hell. yet at the same time, that past was one of ignorance and denial, it is one he could never go back to now that his eyes are open. and besides...the adoration he felt was distant and conditional while the devotion he had was mindless and expected. not like now, not where love is given intimately and his worship is chosen. he comes to understand that he was gabriel, that he can't abdicate his responsibility for the atrocities he committed...but that what he's become as a fallen angel was always a part of him, an almost inevitable conclusion (if he still fully believed in fate). he lived such a long life lying to himself, contorting who he was to be the perfect image of an archangel, and it only pains him that it took him so much time to act on his doubt.

deathbody - AUUUGHHH.......this one gets it because gabriel is actually struggling a lot with his death as he had taken his own immortality as a granted - and when the light was ripped from him, his belief was that he would simply cease. that itself wasn't an easy thought, but he never considered rising again, coming back in a body that's aching and weighted. and with the information that hell is orchestrating a lot of what's occurring in game, i like to think it was the one to bring him back and something in him knows that. in a day, he's gone from being the brightest angel in god's choir to a corpse resurrected by hell itself. he can feel whatever's become of his soul is sullied and he knows that anyone else who's left can see it too, even something inorganic like v1 - his blood, once carrying the odor of sanctity, now smells of rotting lilies. his body is also distinctly more physical than he's ever felt, the light and flame gone from him to leave a shell of matter behind, something that was once more like a skin becoming his entire being. his movements have lost their elegance, his feet must now tread the ground, he feels the effort of muscles and he feels the weight of his armor. he had known something like physical exhaustion from particularly demanding fights, but this is an animal sensation, one that sets in with so much less effort. in fact, it's constant, easing with rest but following him now forever, feeling always as though he's dying despite already being dead.

AND LISTEN....i got plenty of sappy stuff about how he learns to adjust to his now non-ethereal nature and all the ways it solidifies his relationship with v1, BUT i'll spare everyone since i've gone on long enough (and i'm too corny for even myself sometimes!!!) just know it's likely to come up in some doodles eventually!!

[yxmmis]

so my classmates were talking about their crushes and making poems and writings and idk what to call it honestly but i decided to join in on the fun cus i was bored and i made these because i literally do not know what is falling in love

dream

i cannot fall in love so instead, i dream

i dream of being in the park with someone,

slowly walking alongside them as we enjoy the afternoon breeze

i dream of walking so close to them that our fingers would occasionally brush against each other and we would move away slightly from each other,

our face reddening as i smile slightly at the scene

i dream of realizing ive been in love with them since i had been young

i dream of avoiding them and yet they worry and continue to stay by my side

i dream of finally telling them my feelings,

under the moonlight where rain bounces off of our skin

as the rain continues, my tears falls down my cheek

and i run, in fear of them thinking of me as being weak

i dream of shutting myself in my bedroom, scared of what others will think

of what they'll think

and then a vibration comes from my phone

they called,

worried and confused

i dream of reassuring them while i sob

unable to keep my feelings from them

i dream of feeling pathetic as they listen in earnest,

as their voice holds me

and tells me

that they like me too

and i dream of feeling butterflies within my stomach

and love them even more than anything

but that's what's keeping me from falling in love,

my expectations and daydreams, my stardards and my ideal romance

but i believe in miracles.

so until i fall in love

i will continue to dream

falling in love

i do not get the idea of what people perceive as 'falling in love'

i do not get it but is it just-

walking down the streets and hearing a random tune

a tune that stays within your mind and continues to do so, like an itch that cannot be itched

and when you finally find the song, it's like that itch has finally been satisfied

it's a satisfying feeling to fall in love

as though, a missing piece in the puzzle had finally been found

or perhaps it's more like,..

finally leaving that place you've been stuck in for the longest time and you went to a place you never would've gone to

and then you stay in that place for so long that you didn't realize that the moon had been ready to rise

you ride your bike and suddenly, for the first time

you witness the sun as it sets, the beauty that comes with it, one that you've never realized until you looked closely

perhaps it feels as though you've noticed a beauty that you've never seen before

and then, you continue to chase that same feeling you felt the day you fell in love with that beauty

or maybe, it's like,..

a plant you've been taking care of, one you've been with its whole journey and one you've seen through its worst

but despite that, you continue to take care of it

you don't expect anything from the plant,

you feel that it doesn't have to thank you, nor give anything to you in return

because you chose to love that plant

and yet, it blooms

it blooms a flower

for you...

is falling in love being with that person throughout everything they've been through and still caring for them without wanting anything in exchange?

im not quite sure...

but if so, falling in love sure sounds beautiful

fiction has ruined romance

(note : i lost my sanity making this)

fiction has ruined romance for me

for now i cannot fall in love ever again

i can't fall in love unless that person had been an enemy my entire life but when the time comes when i am all alone,

he stays there by my side, continuing to hate me for types of stupid reasons and i keep him by my side, not realizing we had already become friends and i realize that i loved all the things i thought i had hated about him

and neither can i fall in love unless she had been the sunlight of my days as she continues to smile and please everyone and i just fall for her completely,

but i know deep down that she's not just a beam of sunshine, that she is a human and i make sure to remind her of that

and one day will i hope that she will feel comfortable enough to share her feelings with me, not having to feel pressured to please me and i wanna see her cry and let her show the side she rarely or would never share to others

and i would never fall in love unless that person stays with me, not because they feel they can change me, but rather because they want to help me through the changes and help keep me on the right track

they hold my hand as i make the biggest decisions in life and will support me through all i want to go through

and i dont think i will fall in love unless you've been my childhood best friend who's always been there for me and we felt as though it was us against the world but something happened that stopped us from being in touch

and when we see each other again, i wonder how ive ever lived without you this entire time as i fall in love with you all over again and we became close once more or even closer than before...

fiction has ruined romance for me

for now i cannot fall in love ever again

idk, im just bored dude (this is so cringy huhu i hate this)

[bonesandthebees]

THE SONG U SUGGESTED IS SO INTNESSEFFGW OGKYGOD IM SO SCAREDDD

PHYTHIA WANNABEE OH FUCKFHALDHDPDJFLKSLRNFKNSD

OHMYFUCKINGGODDD

THATS WHERE U PUT MR BEASTSJFKFKLGLGKSKSFLGG

IM CRYIGNKDJSKG BEEEEE

I started reading it thinking "wow what a deep commentary about the glass society and in turn ours-" before realizing it was mr beast 😭

This song DOES fit so well damn wtf

You know, I think it's interesting that rn the pov is The Pythia rather than Wilbur, even tho he's running away from well "being" the Pythia

There's smth to be said here if i were a much smarter person... lmao

Maybe the pressure of everything and being faced with his old name makes him revert back to it

Also I just had to run to catch the bus, 10/10 running music, made me run faster i think LMAO

Oh no

THE LUNGS

OH NO

IS THAT WHAT YHE VISION WAS ABOUT?!?!?! OHMYGOD NOOOO

THE MSUCIDS GETITNG MORE ITNENSE THIS FITS TOO WELL

IS

IS TOMMY GOING TO SUGGEST

IS TOMMY GOING TO SUGGEST HE TAJES HIS BLINFOLD OFF HOLYSHTI OHMGYDO WHAYRJGUVK ISHFPEURKF

IM GONANA SCREAMMMSHFLDKF I CANT DO THIS IM ON A PUBLIC BUS OHFNUCMGNFIFJGOKDR

HOLY FUCKING SHIT OHMUGUPD

THIS IS DEF ONE OF MY FAV CHAPTERS OHKYGOD THIS IS SO GOOD BEE

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OHMYFUCIJGIGOGOD I CANT DO THSI INCANT DO THIS

Im going to be sick. Im going to be sick IM GOINY-

BEE.

HOLFYCUKHIGODIDKPAOEFODPIDFOJFLDHFOFHSOFBDKFBDOFBFKGKFLF

THIS WAS NOY HOW I EXPECTED THE FIRST EYE CONTACR IN YEARS TO GO NOOO PHFJJGUDOS OHKYGOD I CANT I CANT IM GOING TO DIE OHMYGOS I AM GOIGN TO GET A HEART ATATCK AN DPERISH OHMGOD

HES WILBUR AGAIN

WHO THE FU--

OHMYGOD

THEYRE BACK ALREADY?@?$,%*=[*=%

God i can imagien how fucking smug u wrre writing this chaptehrffojgkgjfydofus

I LOVE HIM

THEY MADE IT BACK?!?! NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING TBH BUT I'LL TAKE, ILL FUCKING TAKE IT OHMYGOD

U DIDNT KILL HIM WILBUR ISTG ITS OKAY OUT OF EVERYONE FOR U TO LOOK IN YHE EYE HE WAS RHE 2ND BEST

I say 2nd best bc phil is pretty much dating death so- DHFKD

Im goingnto cry

THE UNDERWORLD

HES STILL WILBUR

I dont even know how i wanna react, idk if i wanna keysmash, scream, swear, or cry ohmygod

:( ive been waiting for this moment but also FUCKKK tbis is painful im gonna cry on this bus i can feel it sgfjfnf

I love tommy so much ohjygod

Glass tommy mvp :( i lvoe him hes so sweet:(*

And now during this emotional conversation i switch songs

Embarrassingly enough by boyscott is such a good song to listen to while reading emotional scenes in fics

FUCKK I DIDNT FINISH BEFORE CLASS oh well time to read in class amen, im almost done anyway

OOOHBH GOD THIS MIGUTVE BEEN A MISTAKE I WANNA CRY AT THEIR HUG OHHHHMJGODJDJFJDKD

Ohmygod

Tommy:(

Ohmygor

Ohmgydo

I am not okay

I am not okay

Ooooooohhhh my gosh:((((((

WHERE'S THEIR DAD, WHERE'S PHIL, HE'LL KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS, SURELY

Ooohmygod

ITS NOT THEIR FAULT!!!

Though, them not telling phil and tech about the vision is, but i dont think it would've changed anything ooohmygoodness my heart hurts:(

Bee blz how could u

(This was a fucking amazing chapter though holyshit, this is gonna be one of those scenes i reread over and over again ohmygoddd)

very glad you guys are all liking the song. it's such intense chase scene vibes and I think the electronic beats really makes it perfect for the glass universe. there was another song from the same movie soundtrack I debated listening to but then I tried to write to it and was like hmm no container park is a better track instead

well the mr beast moment is supposed to be an example of the dystopian capitalist hellscape that exists in the glass universe, and dystopian settings are meant to be exaggerated versions of the society we currently live in to point out the flaws so yeah it is commentary lol. I have a lot of feelings regarding mr beast and the contrast between the philanthropic work he does while simultaneously exploiting people's financial struggles for entertainment but that's a discussion for another day

LMAO not listening to the song while running to the bus 😭

I am so sorry for your heart rate very glad it invoked the right emotions though :) I was very smug writing this entire chapter

phil is out having a business meeting he'll get to deal with this mess in the morning

I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed!! I struggled a lot writing this bc I hate writing action scenes as you know, so I kept second guessing if the pace was good or not the entire damn time but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out in the end