#look i am technically not in fact actively TAKING requests

[the-undeadwriter]

hey, if it’s not too much of a bother could you write a part two for the napoleon of crime? Thanks!!

Hehe I was hoping someone would ask for this >:)

Pt 1|pt 2(here!)|pt 3?

Warnings: eghhh the reader was a crime lord at a point in time, accidental child abandonment? Vague implications of children committing crimes/ partaking in illegal activities, reader is gn!

Requests are open!

It had been close to a year before things truly started going down hill.

Walking through the streets of Gotham, making your way towards a museum you planned to visit, you had been grabbed and dragged into an alley.

Initially, you thought you were being mugged. Muscles tensing, you were already reaching towards your back pockets to grab your taser when—

Arms wrapped around you, a trembling figure burring their face into your shoulder. You can’t quite tell if they’re crying or laughing, as they mumble what seems to be gibberish.

Now, you just feel bad.

“H-Hey… you alright?” You murmur, bringing your hand up and gently patting them on the back. They whimper, pressing further into your chest.

Sniffling quietly, they look up at you with big watery eyes. Looking at their face, you can tell they’re a lot younger than you— probably still technically a teenager.

“Where did you go?” They sniffle again, clenching the fists into the fabric of your coat. Your confusion must be obvious, because their bottom lip starts wobbling and fresh tears spring to their eyes.

You panic immediately, hands clenching at your sides before you go and wipe their tears. “Sorry— sorry, it’s okay- I’m sorry-“

Apologies tumble from your lips easily as you attempt to console them. They don’t calm down completely, but enough that you feel comfortable enough to smile. “There we go… now, let’s sit down and you can explain who you think I am, alright?”

They nod again, wiping their eyes with a fist and sinking to the filthy floor and leaning against the wall. You hesitate, staring at the ground with distrust before sighing and sinking to the floor beside them. “Start from the beginning, ok?”

The beginning, as it turns out, was almost five years ago.

According to the strange teen— who introduced themself as “Raz”— you had found them in the streets. You took them in and thought them “everything they needed to know”— those lessons ranged from how to rob someone to how to do basic multiplication.

From what they described, you were their primary guardian. Not a parent, but close enough.

The way they described you…. It almost didn’t sound like you. You were ready to call them a liar and escort them to the gpd, but… you remembered those questions the Wayne’s had asked you when you first woke up. The gaps in your memories, the strange dreams…

You wanted to believe your new family was telling the truth, but…. Raz was a kid when you found them initially. From how distraught they were when they dragged you into the alley… you were inclined to believe there was some truth to the words.

And, from what Raz described, the Bat’s knew of their existence— both as your sidekick and as your ward. The fact that they never told you about Raz, or attempted to look for them…

“Well,” you breathe out, keeping your eyes on the building in front of you. “That’s certainly a lot to take in.” There’s an interesting piece of graffiti across from you— it looks like a snarling dog, painted in shades of green.

Raz hums beside you. “…do you believe me?” Their voice cracks on that last word, and they wrap their arms around their knees and curl inwards slightly.

You glance at them out of the corner of your eye, taking in their expression. Their eyes are downcast and their clothes are ripped and torn in multiple places. You frown.

“…Yes. I do.”

[emilydorp]

Do you think GTOP was just for the fan service?

Oh, what an interesting question. I shall try my best to answer this as completely as possible, so bear with me. Not sure if you want a speech (lol) but I am a certified chatterbox (and have a tinfoil hat.. that I shall be keeping at home.. unless you want me to whip it out). Lowkey wish I could just dm this cuz I am gonna take my time and be very messy plus can't easily SHOW you everything, especially because I have reblogged about a THOUSAND different (and sometimes same cuz some posts are just iconic like that) posts about gtop's relationship, have receipts that I and my fellow gtoppers haven't posted on Tumblr (I think, I mean I haven't) and am stupid so I didn't use tags. Feel free to ask more specific questions! IDK if I should mention which blog inspired my GTOP journey the most, since they aren't active, but if you know me personally you know how much I love that blog. Even tho this person is asking why they're not fanservice rather than why they're dating: if you ship them platonically and are NOT looking for evidence to change your mind, move along.. Unless that was your question, anon, in which case I am sorry for misinterpreting. Lez go :)).

I really, really, REALLY don't want to bring this up, but since Tumblr feels like a safe space for rpf without having consequences on the daily lives of the individuals and your question concerns fanservice.. so.. here's a special Mnet made about GTOP that was most likely released on December 11, 2012 and was shown on NATIONAL TV. (https://youtu.be/uGHwO_uuPVY?feature=shared). In the intro of TOP whispering into GD's ear, they didn't know they were being filmed. Neither did they know that when they were at the airport and TOP pulled GD to sit down next to him. GTOP isn't the only pairing they did, but it was the only pairing they used such personal moments and evidence for. It feels like an expose, even tho this isn't even 1% of the GTOP evidence we had atp. A LOT of things happened after this was released, and some need a tinfoil hat. But I shall be saying all basic observations and obvious things: -Jiko rumors, which Seunghyun himself was so ready to disprove, suddenly popped up and popped OFF. GD's old strategy of denying it like his life depended on it was gone and he instead was more.. coy? And no, this isn't because he started dating Kiko, at least in the beginning of 2012 he wasn't involved with her (after that point I can see potential) and in fact the Jiko relationship is FAR from this long term important relationship in GD's life (for which I could write a second speech). -GTOP died. Suddenly. Like someone had shot them down. From 2012-2014 people even thought they weren't friends anymore, but that is wrong because we have more than enough evidence to prove that they stayed close behind the cameras (despite the fact that there were two break ups in this period.. another speech can be held on that). And no, this isn't a normal response to being such a popular coupling. Other couples that were covered in the SAME special, (I believe 5 male x male, as they called it, couples were covered in this special) they went CRAZY when it came to fan service after their specials, because back in that era of kpop such fan service was the norm (and highly requested). And BB has done some insane fan service too.. but that insane fan service was NEVER GTOP.

Predebut GTOP and just debuted GTOP was very.. interesting. They did a lot of playful talking on Cyworld (totally how you'd text your crush.. from GD's side since we never got to see TOP's messages) and took a lot of selcas together. GD often playfully called Top “oppa” (which is a term girls use for an older brother/older male friend/or boyfriend). None of that is fan service, because this was before they truly had fans (although GD did have a few because he technically had debuted at age 12). GD would often say stuff like "Oh I'd date Taeyang if I was a girl" and he'd say it in the most DEADPAN way possible.. but once it comes to TOP he'd GUSH and get shy and describe his feelings and it's just so CUTE to hear him talk about TOP. But yeah, okay, let's ignore how obviously GD likes TOP.. There was even a radio show S*ungri was on (I pray to every God in the sky I reblogged it cuz I didn't appreciate it during my first listen and for that I will always be mad) and he said "Whenever I'm with GD, he'll start talking about TOP. He'd tell me, 'Ah, $*ungri, guess what TOP did today, he's so amusing, oh he's driving me insane', stuff like that." Now my question is; why would HE do GTOP fanservice? And this was in the early days, before he got involved in his shady dealings, his crimes, so he wasn't doing it to get brownie points and popularity, like he does later on. There are many fan accounts (one of them is VERY iconic and lives rent-free in my mind.. gosh when I find all those again.. here's one I saved cuz I loved it so damn much: https://web.archive.org/web/20240627183223/http://www.twitlonger.com/show/j8gci1) that report the two of them together without other members or friends, report GD playfully being "jealous" of others getting closer to TOP and/or report GD & TOP being so close that people believed they were dating because of how close they were (they weren't dating yet btw, just being flirty af). There are interesting stories about Nuthang (which is their friend circle). It was always commonly said that you saw GD with Top at night and Taeyang during the day. You only saw Top with GD, out of the members. Daesung was never seen much, other than at church or if he went out with the other members. Seungri was seen out partying, sometimes at the same place with GTOP but not necessarily with them. This was the consensus in the VIP fandom for the longest time, and people only started denying it later on. Unfortunately, a lot of GTOP stuff is no longer floating around, and K-VIPs also held a lot of stuff back from 2011-2012 onward, to 'protect' GD. There is one very clear instant of this protectiveness of GD, but that isn't your question soooooo.. ALSO NEVER FORGET THAT THEY MET IN MIDDLE SCHOOOOL.

Not even gonna try and explain this moment, just read this: https://www.tumblr.com/kwonaventure/172401662709/gtop-whispers-in-the-ntv7-malaysia-interview?source=share

Those subtle gestures in their body language, their laughs and smiles, their way of speaking to each other in such soft, caring, free and casual ways, and also, like, those ~obvious~ loving glances Jiyong has towards Seunghyun and Seunghyun's own ones for GD lmao. Just SOME, some of the moments I can recall of the top of my head, some of the things they do, like GD not shutting up about TOP in the Starcast call and not letting others speak to TOP during that call, the 2015 Welcoming Collection DVD, their entire body language and sneaky glaces during Night After Night (not to mention GD literally wearing the fur hat TOP gave him (GD confirmed this himself btw)), GD looking at Seunghyun, then looking at Seunghyun's lips, then looking at Seunghyun at their comeback special stage in 2015, their Insta behaviour and, ofc, the WAY he looked at TOP in 'Happy Together'.. these moments and their chemistry, their heavenly chemistry, is just too good and too disruptive to be fan service (only). There was a very VERY specific gtop moment of GD taking a selfie and TOP didn't know the camera was on while talking to GD (so he was just staring at him and said something lowkey flirty like "Are you shy?" lmao) and GD had to go all "The camera is on! :((" to chase TOP away, which is certified proof of them not being fan service but I CAN'T find itttt.

With GTOP, there are many times that the two of them were together that we’d never see. TOP is notorious for being present and just not appearing in any pictures, especially (and after awhile ONLY) when it came to GD. After all, there are at least a few instagram photos that GD has posted that Top didn’t appear in that were determined to be from a time he and GD were together. And it isn't like GD wants to not share pictures of his friends, he was very freely sharing pictures he has with everyone except TOP. There are a handful of examples I can think of where TOP was just out of sight? Ofc those are just the times we were lucky enough to realize. If they were all about fanservice, wouldn't they post selcas about hanging out, like TOP did with Daesung, the person he did most of his fan service with?

THEIR COUPLE WEAR AND OTHER INSTA BEHAVIOUR FROM THROUGHOUT THEIR CAREERS. I WISH I WAS KIDDING WHEN I SAY IT IS INSANE. INSANE. Not even gonna TRY and summerize, GD is obsessed with matching Seunghyun. There is no reason for them to do that for fan service. I just can't see it.

Listen, I can go on for YEARS (cuz that's how long they've been together lmao). There's a REASON I have reblogged a thousand posts (seriously what is wrong with me and gtop? This is insane...). All I can say is.. ask more specific questions lol. And also, if you disagree, feel free to do your own research :))). HOPE THIS POST WASN'T TOO MESSY!!

[asher-agere]

Babababa >_<..!! /silly azhy.. (if dwoll cwn cal chu tha), wha chu thwink abt ftm chuchu? (Juzt babbling :3)

Hehe you can definitely call me that! I realize this wasn’t technically a request, but I wanted to do a request with it! And I asked Ren specifically what they wanted and doll said kitty regressor!

Transmasc Kitty Regressor Chuuya

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𐙚 I love love love transmasc Chuuya. So I’m just gonna start with some of my favorite transmasc Chuuya evidence! Warning. Uh. Stormbringer- Lots of it- But nothing seriously important! For starters there’s THE Albatross line “You get this super pouty attitude once a month” … Once a month you say? You see. There’s a natural human thing. That occurs. Once a month. For AFAB people. That most definitely includes symptoms such as mood changes. This line lives rent free in my head because genuinely- It was never explained? Like they just dropped that line and moved on. And like. Uhhhh yea he’s transmasc. That’s a trans boy right there yup

𐙚 Chuuya’s height. There’s many reasons Chuuya could be short. He could just be a short guy, his gravity ability could be stopping him from growing, he could be a clone and therefore doesn’t grow like a normal person would. OR. Or. He could be AFAB- Women are naturally shorter, I know when I was testing out as being transmasc (and still time to time now) I hated being short because I viewed it as feminine. Men are statistically taller than women are, just facts. If Chuuya is a trans guy that definitely explains it. Plus it explains how even when they were 15 and basically the same height Dazai knew Chuuya would always be short

𐙚 The entire concept of Chuuya not feeling human? That feels like such a metaphor of the trans experience. Not fitting in with society, feeling like something is wrong with you, being told you’re something you know you’re not, even if some people reassure you that you are what you feel like. It all just feels very similar to the trans experience. In summary, the entirety of Stormbringer feels like reading Chuuya’s trans discovery, and I absolutely adore and am obsessed with the headcanon. Now! Time to move onto the kitty cat specific stuff! Because not only is he a little guy, but he’s a little kitty cat!

𐙚 Chuuya struggles a lot with the fact that he should take off his binder while he’s regressed. He’s a very active kitty, and if you’re doing a lot of activity it’s not good to wear your binder! Which means he also can’t wear it much at work… He gets annoyed and frustrated very quickly. I think it would be a top priority for him to get top surgery! I mean he’s in the mafia, he works his way up to being an executive even. He’s got money to spare. He can find a trustworthy place to go even if it’s expensive. He doesn’t do much for himself, he deserves to have this at least

𐙚 A lot of cat themed clothes are directed towards women/look feminine. Of course clothing has no gender! But non cisgender people know very well… There’s gender stereotypes on clothes, stereotypes strong enough to cause dysphoria sometimes. So instead of things like thigh highs that have paws on the feet, maybe he’ll just get fuzzy socks! Instead of dainty gloves with paws he’ll get thicker ones. Things like that! Of course there’s nothing wrong with being transmasc and still liking feminine things! I just don’t think Chuuya has shown anything to suggest he’d be feminine, I think that especially early in his transition he’d be disgusted by femininity on himself

𐙚 Drinking milk is multipurposed! And therefore it’s the little kitties favorite drink! Of course milk is associated with cats which makes Chuuya like it. But milk is also supposed to help you get taller! Chuuya would love to be tall like boys usually are. I think that Chuuya definitely has some kitty bowls to drink out of, but that’s not the most convenient. He prefers drinking out of just a cup, or having his caretaker feed him a bottle like a baby kitten! He’s just a tiny little guy after all! He loves being cradled and rocked while he’s feed his bottle! Just being held in his caregivers arms and fed without a care in the world

𐙚 Masculine pet names! Chuuya loves any pet names that are more masculine and he wants them printed on his stuff! Bowls, cups, collars, even the few pacifiers he uses! Everything that can have a nickname on it he does! Things like “Baby Boy” “Handsome” “Prince” “Good Boy” he’ll just stare at his things with a little smile on his face purring to himself. He especially likes it when he gets a pet name on a collar or a pacifier, because then it’s like a name tag! It’s one of the first things you get to see and it feels like it’s identifying him as a boy. Of course having a caregiver to call him by those pet names is one of the best feelings ever! But even just on his own looking at his things is really nice!

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If you guys can’t tell. I love transmasc Chuuya. There’s so much evidence literally in canon-

[DNI ID: A box with a brown border, paw prints in the top left corner and Chuuya on the right side. Brown text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]

[forbiddenfrvt]

E X S C A P E

thought you were an escape, now i can't escape your grasp | ex-boyfriend!Leon (modern au)

warnings: mentions of cheating and breakups (past and present), unknowing Leon + reader being an asshole, fingering w shifty praise and degradation(? not so much cuz Leon rlly likes you too much for that), AFAB reader/female anatomy, public lewdness, f perversion, messy.

word count: yet to be proofread, will update with count after so.

ps: I do not condone cheating or anything of sorts as written in my fics because they are simply just as is; fictitious. Please do not take to heart what I write, MDNI! block/scroll do not report.

author's notes: this might be heavily inspired of irl :"> I went to watch oppenheimer with my ex and he just came from the gym, needless to say it was something. (EXCEPT THE CHEATING! I AM SINGLE BTW, DW. NO CHEATING IN THIS HOUSEHOLD YALL!) (Linked a playlist at the top :3)

Exes should remain just as is; Exes.

Exes shouldn't be friends for that would create conflict.

Nor should exes go out together for a movie.

Yet you stood there facing the nearly crowded ticket booth, looking around for a familiar mop of dirty blond hair— the very same one you used to run your fingers across, enjoying how fluffed it gets.

It had almost been a year since the two of you split, vaguely remembering how the break up went down, all you could remember was going on a fit of jealousy, along with stress from school exams crashing down, and needed to run away from the emotional baggage which you considered relationship to be.

Leon had been trying to reach out since forever, and by forever meaning— a month after you completely cut contact with him and began dating other guys. All of which ended horribly anyway; ended by you, yet again. Always. You simply couldn't stay in a relationship for too long, that, you acknowledged.

Leaving whenever the connection felt shifty and their mistakes often made you fall dissatisfied and bored, and while you could technically make it work— why bother? They'll continuously disappoint you anyway.

Your current boyfriend is proving it so, with his not-so-boyfriend-like activities of constantly putting you in situations you don't feel comfortable of; despite your protests, with how he keeps linking up with girls you've already voiced your displeasure for— and his overall lack of social etiquette, embarrassing you wherever the two of you might go. Not that you care for it, it's not like you saw a future with him anyway.

You clicked your phone open as it dinged, notifying you of a message from none other than the guy you've long labeled the number as: [do not pick up.]

It was a surprise to you how calm you were about the whole ordeal; you didn't feel anxious about meeting up with him again. Sure, maybe a slight nervousness and making sure your outfit matched pleasingly, opting for a pink low-cut tank top with a matching sheer, flimsy cover-up. A pathetic one where it couldn't even cover the temple of your breasts. No, you totally did not care.

After accidentally accepting his follow request, he wasted no time and practically expressed how much he missed you. Voicing how hard it has been on him without you in his life, humourously coping along. As the messages between you and your boyfriend gradually shortened, exchanges between yours and Leon's went longer. Chemistry seemingly never faded between the two of you.

Of course, there was no flirting involved, in fact you two comfortably began cussing each other out in chats, not to the extreme— but almost just for playful banter. You both would share opinions and talked about your seperate experiences from watching Barbie, and how he cried in the movies after so. Reminding you to bring tissues when you went to watch Barbie, unaware how your boyfriend had already given you his handkerchief to wipe your tears away as he eyed you intently, amused that you cried for a film. He just doesn't get Barbie like Leon did— and that very night after the movie, Leon invited you to watch Oppenheimer together. Well, re-watched, as he already went to see it the day before.

All you could remember was giggling in guilt before agreeing to his plans; callously telling your boyfriend, [Goodnight, love you.] though text.

Bringing you here at this very moment, scanning the cinema for his figure, glancing left and right for your ex-boyfriend. It would've been easier if he wasn't already lining up for the queue but, well— what can the both of you do? Everyone's just as excited to watch both films.

Noticing his back from far away, you almost walked up, only to back away and hide into a corner— unsure if it really could be him; and so,

After you sent the message, you stared at the figure you had suspected to be him, waiting... and waiting till he checks his phone. And just as soon as he sees the message, Leon immediately turned around, sheepishly holding up an arm despite the numerous eyes confused at his random gesture. Searching for your eyes amidst all.

It was all you needed to see before confirming your guess, jogging up to stand beside him in the queue, smiling. “Long line, huh?”

Your eyes travelled along his familiar face, the boyish smile etched in the corner of his lips as he kept his gaze forward— eyeing you through his peripherals; his glasses making it harder for him however. You note this, or course;

He wears glasses now? Looks cute. Suits him.

“Yeah, they're taking too long—” He nods, shyly answering you, catching a whiff of your perfume, pink dusting his cheeks.

You catch this, nodding inwardly before you turned your head to the side, “How long has it been?” asking again, curious. “I've been standing here for about twenty-five.” His voice struggled to stifle a nervous laugh, fidgeting with the strap of his gym bag that sat right inbetween pecs.

Leon had informed you how he just came from the gym while he waited for you to finish getting ready, claiming that it was nearby the mall anyway. And to somehow prove this point across, he only changed his jeans but kept wearing the black compression shirt, tightly hugging his biceps— a soft smirk playing along your lips as you basked in his body, practically undressing his torso while he tried to focus on the movie trailers randomly playing along the TV screens of the ticket booth— memorizing half of the lines at this point, trying to ignore your burning gaze.

To which he drastically failed, handing you money while jibberishly making up an excuse to go to the bathroom, rushing away from you. With your eyes trailing behind him, a chortle escapes your lips as you notice how his cheeks reddened, being pushed up by his huge grin.

“...Fuck, he looks good.” You thought, trying to brush it off— not wanting to be having such thoughts about your ex, especially when you're (hardly) dating someone else already. Your fingers fiddle with the money, folding it in half in between your knuckles, glancing around the booth while patiently waiting for Leon to come back into your peripherals, curious why he had suddenly decided to use the restroom when he could've done it before you even arrived. Still, when nature calls. You simply have to answer.

A soft chuckle falls out of your mouth when he finally shows, a jump on his foot when he returns to your side, yet clearly displeased at how the line barely moved an inch. “Should we buy the late night tickets? I don't think we'd make it for the afternoon showing.” You chirp, eyeing the elongated monitor Infront of the queue, to which he flicked his watch— humming in response; “If you're fine with that... Sure. I don't think you should miss out on the intro.”

A part of you wishes he was watching it for the first time too, needing to see his raw reactions like you both used to; but another side of you was flattered by his decision to pay just to watch it again, with you, this time around. He was practically ready to throw money once again, all for you. And by all means! You weren't one to complain after all.

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The two of you began giggling, and chuckling as you both placed bets on what movie whomever would be watching based on their outfits— people in pink for Barbie, leather jacket people for Mission Impossible, and well— random shirts for Oppenheimer. With him jokingly calling you weird for wearing pink on Oppenheimer and brown for Barbie. “Why even!?" His gummy smile beams, with you returning yours with a laugh. “Can't help it! ‘Love confusing people!"

“Well, that's true, you gotta keep them guessing your next move.”

You two were dorks together, even back then, just that now, it lacked any sort of physical contact— despite constantly brushing knuckles while you two walked side by side, fingers flicking up as if to try and entangle into the other's.

He kept the tickets in his bag, placing your umbrella in it, as to not have you lugging it around, knowing how forgetful you could be. You exchanged music, talked about concerts you failed to get into because the two of you were busy for the exams (quite literally around the time you two broke up), complimenting yet making fun of each other's chosen courses along the way.

He absolutely adored having you fill him in on ‘chisme’ he barely had anything to do with, reciprocating it with telling you drama over at his school. And being able to do it once again exhilarated the two of you; moreso him, but he wouldn't tell you of that.

“He has a girlfriend?!” “Why? Can't he?"

“No— it's not that! I'm just surprised— like— finally?!” You laughed, surprised.

Earning a chuckle from him; “I'm definitely telling you on Chris, you really doubted his charm, huh?”

You shook your head in disbelief, smacking his sides with the back of your palm as if to shove him away. “Oh hush!” Your groans of struggle didn't fall on deaf ears as he watched you battle with the lollipop wrapper, offering his help by taking it off your hands, “Here, let me.” he says, almost laughing. Taking jabs at each other as the candy proved to be unwilling.

“You can shoot a gun but not open a wrapper?” “You're one to talk!” laughter erupts from the two of you, back to back.

He watched as you softly sucked on the candy after successfully peeling the cover off, his breath hitching for a second prompting him to look elsewhere, mind lingering on the thoughts of your lips wrapped around and innocently sucking the sweetness of it, wondering how it'd be like to replace that spot in between your lips— Leon could swear he never felt envious of a lollipop until now. Mindlessly, you went closer to him, laughing as you both decided to go back up to the cinemas floor after buying snacks for the movie,

“We should take the elevator, I know your feet hurt by now.”

You suggested, for him to agree with a meek smile, “Whatever you want.”

The two of you stepped in, smiling at each other knowing how awkward you both felt around others during elevator rides, the unwritten rule of keeping silent inside made you both cackle inside. “It's just so weird!” You both agreed on that; eyeing each other and taking note of strangers' faces and scents— which usually ends badly for the both of you. Criticising a middle-aged man for wearing too much Axe like there was no tomorrow.

This time however, it was different, you could only stare at each other while stifling your laughter, both of you testing waters how far each of your inside jokes can go and what would be uncomfortable to speak of just yet— the two of you trying to be sensitive to each other's feelings and boundaries.

Your eyes travail his arms, up to his neck, staring at his eyes while you continuously sucked on the treat— failing to realize how suggestive you looked in his point of view. And all your ex-boyfriend could do was look up at the silver doors, praying a mantra on his mind to calm himself down. The comfortable silence between you two was enough for him to feel satisfied, he didn't wish to be greedy any longer. He had no right, after all.

He wishes he had.

As you reached the second floor, more people came in, forcing the two of you back in the east corner of the elevator cab, with your back pressed on the wall and him facing your side, making sure his duffle-bag didn't obstruct your movement and wearing it the opposite-side of you. There was barely anymore space for you to check your phone so you left it at your back pocket, ignoring the message notifications you received. Still, your mouth kept wrapping around the candy, with him trying to distract himself away from the noises your lips made— each pop, each suck, he could hear them all, giving him a pornographic thought to rush. He honestly wishes you'd stop it and bite the entire candy to quit tormenting his ears; but didn't want to make it obvious how much you provoked indecent thoughts to swarm his mind. It didn't help that his anxiousness made him think that the other people inside the cab could hear his thoughts. Read his mind. See how much he wanted to pull that stupid fucking lollipop out of your mouth and replace it with his throbbing cock instead, mouth-fuck you while everyone inside the elevator watched. A groan escaping his mouth as you fiddled with the hem that hugged his bicep, glancing back at you for a quick second as guilt washes over him; seeing how you simply were just curious about the fabric.

Leon hung his head back in shame and pleasure, enjoying your proximity to him while also feeling bad that even the most innocent of your touch and actions turns him into such a dog in heat. Warmth tightening around his boxers. You stared back at him, shooting him a snarky look, as if to ask; “'Fuck you looking at?” even though you were the one touching him without permission to. As if you knew you could do whatever you wanted and he'd be all the more welcoming of how much of a bitch you could get. He grinned, shaking his head “nothing.” before slumping his head into the cold walls of the ride— chanting "fuck." in the back of his mind. The doors then opened, making him smile in hopes that people would get off to create more space, but to his displeasure, a whole group of elderly came in, the smile in his face dropping ever-so-quickly; much more when he was forced to face you, pressing into your body as the seniors pushed inside. Forcing everyone else younger than them to adjust for their comfort. Which included you and him.

Your hands are raised in front of you, pathetically creating a barrier between your chest and Leon's albeit his pecs were more on your face than it is yours. “Fuck.” you heard him groan, as you bit your lip, awkwardly chuckling. “You okay?" You asked in concern, a nod following suit in response. Their movements only affected the two of you even more, annoyed yet at the very same time, flustered at how much your bodies were being squashed against one another. Without much choice, you both fell silent, waiting for time to pass by. His staggered breathing didn't go unnoticed by you, however, making you stare up at him with your eyes slanted, “Leon? Are you sure you're okay—?”

Your line of questioning got cut off as he pressed his lips against yours, mumbling a “...shut-up.” while he positioned himself to block your body from view. His leg entraps you between his thighs, slightly bending downwards to reach your lips.

“Lee— stop, what are you doing...?” you mumbled back, brows furrowed. What was he really doing?

Is he out of his mind?! Why would he kiss his ex-girlfriend in such a cramped place where people can easily see if they just look back!

You were met with silence as your breast engulfed his arm the moment another elderly decided to move around, pushing Leon's gym bag on his side, and forcing him to push back into you, his hands gripping just above your wrist as he tried to find some sliver of composure— unsure if he really should, and if he could continue. Looking at you apologetically for getting carried away.

Yet all this did was turn you on. The forced proximity between you two, the excitement of getting caught making out with your ex-boyfriend in such a high alert place, being with said ex without your boyfriend knowing, and, well— being cornered by such a tall and muscular man that you've long fantasized touching drove all of your senses out of the window.

The way he simply looked like he committed a grave sin against you made it all the more enjoyable.

Silently, you snaked your arms around the back of his nape, inching your head to bury it in the crook of his neck. His eyes followed your movements and shared an agreement, as if you both just understood what the other wanted to do. God knows how long you've waited to do this, ever since then, and more so now. You were more than happy to continue this, and to prove that you trailed kisses along his neck, just below his ear, earning a gentle groan from his lips, raising a brow as if to ask you if this was okay.

“ 's more than okay, Leon.” you whispered, planting a soft kiss at his jaw, smiling at the random stubble tickling your soft skin. Wondering what Leon would look like with a more prominent stubble, when he's older maybe. Your eyes darts to the front, checking the coast before hiding back into his chest, waiting for his next move; “Can you stay quiet f'me?” He mumbled against your skin, pleading. Your hips instinctively bucked towards his as you register his words, as if your body knew what he meant and wanted. Eager to indulge his desire.

In an instant, he found his arm in-between your thighs which you ever-so-sweetly parted as much as you could for his easier access, hand gripping the fat of your inner thigh. While it infuriated him that others could get to see those soft and sexy thighs of yours in that skirt, he had never been happier in your choice of clothing than now. Thanking the fashion heavens for convincing you ahead of time that wearing a skirt while going to the cinemas with your ex-boyfriend who clearly has yet to get over you; a good idea.

“God, s' fuckin' wet for me already babe?” He mumbled inaudibly against your skin, eyeing your cleavage down while he rubbed the pad of his middle finger along the hem of your slick damped lacy panties, chuckling to himself but just enough for you to hear his comment, “Starting to think you planned for this to happen, slut.”

You jolt at the sudden term, baffled at his choice of words, moreso because you've never heard him address you like so— hell, you've never done anything remotely intimate before. A small peck on the lips was all you two ever got during to the time you both dated.

“Fuck, why did we even break up...” He groaned, “Cuz you hung around Claire more than I would've liked?" You chuckled, “I told you, she's nothing but a friend... she's Chris' sister for godssakes...”

Maybe it was his pent up frustrations about your relationship, or how he saw this as the only chance to act on his fantasies about you. Blush dusting your cheeks as you bite down on your lip, holding off a moan as you promised.

“Can't believe I'm letting the guy who cheated on me with his so-called girl-bestfriend touch me like this.”

His fingers hastily snaked inside your underwear, fighting off the urge to grunt loudly as he felt the warm wetness that pooled within you, not wanting to alert anybody; not wanting this to end so quickly. “I didn't! I could never cheat on you, please... I would never, fuck.”

“Leon—” You whispered against his ear, stopping his ramblings with your voice honeyed as ever, making him addicted to even the slightest of your sighs. “Hurry.” He almost came at how needy you sounded, shaking his head hoping to compose himself, smirking at your command. Wasting no time, he curled a finger inside of you, slowly, wanting you to enjoy and feel up each joint, trying to help you fantasize about it to be his dick— all stuffed in you, exploring your insides.

You roll your eyes as you've finally felt the satisfaction of feeling him being inside you, albeit inferior by a point to what you normally would've imagined; exactly wishing the same thing as he was. His finger slowly dipped in and out in quick intervals, as if trying to loosen you up, his thumb resting above your clit, moving it in circular motions. At this point he wasn't even paying attention to the discomfort of his throbbing member still encaged within his jeans, too focused on making you feel good, wanting you to cum on his fingers alone, wanting nothing more than to please you. In a way, hopefully earn you back? Right, if he could make you feel good, you'd definitely want to keep him and take him back, right?

Your fingers slowly dug into his shirt, the friction of it all hurting Leon more, wishing he just took it off since the contact of your nail on his shirt pressing down on his skin was all too uncomfortable. “Mhm ‘h shit!” You groaned, a little bit of your saliva dripping to the corner of your lips, alarming Leon and a middle-aged lady on your right. Of course, being the quick-witted cutie you were— simply smiled at her direction; playing it off. “I think I cut myself, can you move your bag?" You asked Leon, faking a pout; which he quickly followed along, laughing inwardly. “Ah— yeah— shoot, sorry! I think I- yeah, sorry.” He used his free hand to move the bag, covering your thighs further, while he continued his ministrations. Finger-fucking you harshly now as he slid another digit, simultaneously pumping two fingers in you while his thumb toyed your clit, loving how swollen it had become.

As soon as everyone else looked away and focused on their business, you started leaning into Leon's chest, your breathing eventually became laboured— wanting Leon to feel a sense of understanding just how much he makes you feel right now; and as so, you began palming his crotch through the dark-washed denim jeans, rubbing him the same pace he was doing to you. “Princess, no.” He stops you, knowing he'll make a mess if you touch him more.

“I want to touch you, Lee.” You whined, kissing his sculpted yet soft chin, brows furrowed while you inch your knees up, needing him to get his fingers deeper in you which he did, following up your body— pressing himself against you. “Please, let me touch you,” more pleas for reciprocating his motions fell from your mouth, more eager to touch him than he was.

Fuck. Leon could only curse in his mind, you looked so adorable, sexy, and beautiful all at the same time with how you pleaded for his own pleasure, loving how you reciprocated his want for you, how much you wanted to return the favour, but as much as he wanted to— he couldn't let you, not if you both want to leave the lift without judgemental stares, that is. Leon shook his head ‘no’, chuckling, “It's okay baby, this is about you.” He was fully committed to giving you what he could at the very moment, and more if time allows him. “Let's focus on you.”

Your smile deforms into an "o" as he dragged his index finger, going from your clit down back to your entrance, pulling in just the tip of his finger before pulling out again, teasing you while he pretended like it was his cock diving into you. “Look at the mess you're making at the floor, babe.” He ushered, retracting his hand from you almost abruptly you could've sworn even the gods heard the squelch your pussy let out. “That'a dirty girl.”

Embarrassment boiled in your stomach, along with a knot forming, you were so close, too close and he stops mid-second, making you ache for continuance.

It didn't help how he was far better than your no-name boyfriend back at the small town you went to school for, sure, you crushed and pined on that boy too but, he disappointed you in bed so quickly, God forbid how redundant his movements were whenever he fingered you, unable to make you cum like you thought he would; what was the point of leaving your other ex-boyfriend for him if he was a no-better fuck? You don't even remember the last orgasm you've had, and it was only ever your fingers doing the job with some porno flick playing on your phone. An erotica here and there. You could've sworn you'd stay single instead and fuck yourself. But God did Leon surprise you. Your previous boyfriends (well, except for him) couldn't dare compare.

“Leon, stop it...!” You whisper-yelled, furrowing your brows, daring not to look down for you could already feel how much of your slick had dripped down, “For someone who cares so much about janitors, you're really out here making their jobs harder; huh?” He joked against your ear, not even hiding how proud he was with that cheeky boyish grin on his face, probing his fingers back inside you as he followed the rhythm with how he bucked his hips into yours. Loving how dumbfounded you had become under his touch. He wanted to flick his phone right there and then, to record you; ah maybe next time, if you allow it.

You leaned against the walls of the elevator, the cold surface kissing your blood-heated skin. He rocks his fingers faster, in awe of how fucked-out you already look, with how you lolled your lips like that, which he took advantage of and kissed, sucking on your strawberry cream tasting tongue. Your eyes rolling back as you fail to care if anybody has noticed anymore, whining against Leon's request.

And he doesn't seem fazed, pumping his fingers inside you with more fervour. Grinning from ear to ear at the development of your relationship. God, he wished he had done this sooner, maybe more often, maybe if you realized he can be good for you, you wouldn't have broken up with him— this time he'll prove just that. And you'll make sure of it too, right?

You tapped on his shoulder, eyeing him and shooting him a signal ‘I'm about to cum,’ your eyes shutting close as you ride out your high, griding against his hand, desperate for release; which he gladly obliged to, using his thumb to drum at your clit, pressing his palms closer to your crotch so you could grind on it further while he vibrated his fingers inside you, flicking it back and forth inside, reaching for that one specific area, the spongy spot he had discovered just earlier, “Gonna come for me, pretty?” He asks, eyes soft, “Cum for me, go on, cum. I wanna feel you all over my hands...” His whispers turned into a mantra, saying it over and over again like a string of Hail-Marys, urging you to release. And exactly that— you did. Biting your lip as you brought his free hand over your mouth, using him to muffle the moaning mess you've started to become. Each whine and huff.

He felt the warm liquid drip down into his fingers, his hand, as it makes its way to the floors, laughing in a twisted sort of humour, feeling awful for the person who'll clean it up but was also glad someone will gawk upon the mess he helped you make. Happy to have participated in ruining someone else's day.

Leon then took his hand away from your pussy, dragging it ever so slowly before wiping some of the slick in your lips, “C'mon taste yourself f'me?” He smiles, prompting you to open your mouth and do as told, it's only fair you do so, right? You slightly grimace at the thought that you'd accidentally meet eyes with someone while you sucked on his fingers, licking it off your juices, so you figured closing your eyes was your best bet at avoiding the awkwardness; rather than telling Leon, 'no.'

“Atta girl,” Once he felt like it was clean enough, he pressed his thumb over your throat, putting just enough pressure to force your mouth to open for air, itching a cough— which he then slid a kiss into, tasting your cum-ridden tongue with a satisfied grin, letting you go as he heard the elevator ding, helping you fix your panties and skirt as you both arrived at the destined floor to the cinemas. Waiting patiently for your turn to get out, he plants a softer kiss against your forehead. “We're gonna focus on the film, right?" He cheekily smiled, blushing a tad while you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance with your hand smacking across his bicep, walking hand in hand towards the cinema room indicated on your tickets; “Ugh, shut up. Yes.”

You were so breaking up with your boyfriend after this.

[thebottomfromhell]

Hello!, this is my first time on tumblr and i love hantengu so much. And i was wondering if you could do a hantengu x reader fluff (you can do any idea btw!) Oh! and you can add the hantengu clones if you want!.

very very sorry if your not taking requests right now!

I am always accepting requests, don't worry. People might just have to wait for them since they pile up. I will keep it to only Hantengu, since it seems the preference of the moment.

Hantengu cuddling against GN Human Reader while resting

Warnings: Hantengu being Hantengu :/

Unlike Hantengu, you are human, that means having to wake up every morning in order to finish and do chores and works. You need a profesional life, a social life, a domestic life and so on. Sometimes you can't help but envy how he gets to skipt every responsibility you have as a human, his only job is to survive... well, technically that is also your only job, but you have very different standards on how to do so. Still, that doesn't change that you come back home late, not wanting to move a sigle muscle the second you sit or lie down, like now. It's night, you are in your home, lying in your beddings as you read a book that is not that interesting but was the nearist one and you were either too tired or lazy to look for something else.

You can't even pay attention to the reading, every word before your eyes just turn into a meaningless symbol, even if you re-read it several times, being only a distraction that keeps your eyes active to do something that is not sleeping. Or... well, whatever. You really don't care enough, so you just zone out, mind thinking in anything else but the book, when you get startled by a figure "suddenly appearing" besides you. "Eeeek! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Oh, it's just Hantengu. You didn't expect him to be here tonight, and he is usually sneaky, so you probably just didn't see him get close as you were not paying attention and since it's dark already, only a latern behind you lightning the room.

"Hantengu, you scared me." You reply calming your breath as he still squeaks and apologizes, making you laugh as the adrenaline dies in your veins. "It's ok, I'm not angy. Need anything?" Not that you feel that you would want to do anything that means standing up unless you get hungry or need to use the restroom, but thankfully, Hantengu just shakes his head. But that only leads to an akward silence in which none of you both move a single finger, besides the fact that he is trembling and playing with his hand, but he is still kneeling besides your beddings. After a while you lazily open an arm to invite him in after he starts sobbing.

"Want to lie with me?" You ask softly to not trigger him, making nod after a while as he lies with his head on your stomach. The horns and the tumor make it a bit uncomfortable, besides his body weighting slightly, but you don't mind about it, only starting to pet his head. At first he tenses at the contect but he slowly relaxes against you as the soft touch prolonges. Some tears wet your robes but you don't mind it as you close your eyes, not really sleeping but trying to relax as well.

He nuzzles against you, if it was not for your clothes the scratch the horns would make would have hurted you, but none of you seem to care. He wants comfort and you want to give into sloth like he usually does, barely doing anything, letting the clones take away all the work. With the weight the heat and your pulse rise up, making you a bit sleepy as you have to remind and force yourself into keep petting your partner. You wonder where the others are, probably stored away. In order to stay awake you try to open you eyes, but they keep closing, eyelids heavy. "Y-Y-Y/N?" You ask as he noticed you stop, but it's the last thing you heard before everything is still.

By the time you wake up, Hantengu is still over you, but in a different position. It takes you a while to process that he surely got up to close and cover the windows in order to hide from the sun. The second you turn your head, rubbing your eyes to fight how tired you feel, not even knowing yet if it's day or not, you look at Hantengu, who is also looking at you with tears in his eyes, shin and palms against your stomach as his body is on top of you, his legs to each side, sheet covering all of him. With his eyes glowing and his position, he almost looks like a cat, making you laugh tiredly.

"Good morning, Hantengu." You have no idea if it's actually morning or not, but instead of correcting you Hantengu just looks away, ears and face blushing, before digging his face in your stomach, the horns made that sting, but nothing you can't tolerate. He probably was watching you sleep, not having anything better to do, since he himself doesn't sleep. The weight makes you not want to move, specially since that would mean disturbing him, so you just keep the activity you where doing before falling asleep, patting Hantengu, until he feels annoyed and gets up on his own.

After a while he moves away "Goo-good morning...." he says quietly, you still feel a bit lazy but sit anyway, yawning loudly, making him flinch. "I um... I have brought you tea." Just now that he is pointing it you see the keetle besides your beddings. You smile to Hantengu as you start serving yourself, barely mouthing the "thank you". He hugs you from behind while you do, giving you silence as he burries his face in your back, letting you remember the routine of today.

Once you remember everything you have to do and make a mental list... you decide to stay for a little longer. "5 more minutes..."

[kenobers]

Gangs of Coruscant | mobster!Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!Reader

Chapter Two: The Godfather Espresso Blend

← Chapter One

After her run in with Coruscant's most notorious crime lords, reader finds herself working in one of his diners. Obi-Wan makes her feel anything but easy. However, sometimes he's a little less frightening when he's sweaty. tw: Mafia!AU, sweaty Obi-Wan a/n: I actually meant for this and the next part to be the same chapter, but this was so warm and gooey that I figured I'd separate it from when shit starts to get real. Disclaimer: Yes, this is a romanization of the concept of the mafia, but it is also a fictionalization based on the structure of the Jedi Order. No character in this story is based on any real life mobster and no plot point is based on an actual organized crime story. I am aware that most crime lords do not look like Obi-Wan Kenobi nor am I encouraging anyone to actually try and get with a made man (or woman). Please direct all complaints to Marty Scorsese. God Bless.

Obi-Wan paid well.

Technically it was the Jedi Order that paid well. Legally, it was Dex. But your checks always came hand delivered and signed by Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

It turned out you liked the waitressing job much more than you thought you would. If the diner was a front for mob activity, as you'd originally thought, that was none of your business.

Dex was a good boss. He was a big, burly man with a booming voice, and his bushy mustache covered much of his lower face, but you could always tell he was grinning. You were certain the man had lived every lifetime possible. He had a never ending slew of stories and postcards from every system lined the walls of the diner.

For the most part, the folks who frequented the diner seemed to be alright. The regulars had begun to learn your name - well, except for one elderly gentleman, who had thin hair tied in gold colored plates that reached his shoulders and had managed to call you by every variation and sound-a-like except for your actual name. You didn't hold it against the chap. You just appreciated the effort and the hefty tips. It was nice to have some semblance of community.

At first, being in the diner had felt suffocating. You would be lying if you said Obi-Wan didn’t make you nervous. The man had a kind smile and his eyes made you a little weak in the knees. He was beautiful, he was considerate and, once again, he paid well. 

Still, you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was keeping you here to surveil you. Or that he carried a gun with him. Or that he was an infamous crime lord. Maker knew you were paranoid about doing something to make him suspicious. You knew that’s why he dropped by so often; he was waiting for you to slip up. 

There were some days, however, where you could almost pretend this wasn’t the case. Like when he came in during lunch one afternoon. Instead of the usual tan and white suits, he wore a gray tank top with a Mandolorian band printed across it and a faded pair of green basketball shorts. His auburn hair still looked strategically placed, even when sweat had plastered it across his gleaming forehead. 

“Obi-Wan!” Dex greeted, shuffling out of the kitchen with a plate of food in each hand. “I take it you’re here for some protein?”

Obi-Wan laughed, “unfortunately not, although I wish I had the time. I’m just here to pick up coffee for Anakin and Ahsoka.” 

“Ah, (yn) will be right on that,” Dex nodded your way and realized you’d been starring. You dropped your head, then glanced up as if it was the first time you’d noticed him. However, you could tell from the amusement on his face that the silly little ruse hadn’t worked. 

Who could blame you for looking? It wasn't like a mobster in Adidas was an every day sight.

He slid down the counter to where you were stationed by the coffee pot and handed you a slip of paper with two orders on it. The first neatly written request for a white mocha with almond milk, complete with a smiley face and a thank you. The second was for a large coffee with a lethal amount of extra espresso shots and a particular amount of vanilla flavoring written in undeniably male handwriting. 

“I figured it might be easier just to have them write it down,” he said. Over the corner of the sticky note, you caught sight of his forearms, each adorned with a brown leather bracelet, and prayed that he couldn’t see your eyes popping out of your head. 

“Thank you,” you managed to whisper, getting to work on the order.

Your hands followed the instructions with ease, but the focus didn’t meet your eyes. They resisted the urge to turn back to the sweaty crime lord, acutely aware that he was studying you.

“I never asked what brought you to Coruscant.” 

You peered up at him like a deer in the headlights. As if you were unsure whether or not he was speaking to you, you glanced behind you - only to realize you were the only one behind the counter. 

“Well,” you started, pausing to add just the right amount of syrup to the first order. “I actually came here to work at the hospital.” 

There was an awkward moment of silence, before Obi-Wan sheepishly went, “Ah.” 

You gave him a small smile. It wasn’t his fault you’d lost the job you’d uprooted yourself for. Still, he looked a little guilty. 

“But,” you continued, moving to the second order. “It hasn’t been bad working here. A fresh start is a fresh start in any package.” 

He hummed thoughtfully and your heart stuttered a little at the musicality. 

“That’s an excellent philosophy. I don’t think I could’ve mustered up the same amount of patience when I was your age.”

Heat rose to your face. You managed to squeak out a little “thanks!” as you whirled around to grab the vanilla syrup, pretending to fumble for it before turning back to him. Maker knows why this conversation was giving you heart palpitations. 

Because his arms are, like, really strong, one voice in your head giggled. Another protested, or it’s just because he’s showing some interest in you. A third one shut them up, it’s because he’s hot, scary and he’s showing interest in you. 

“And what about sign language? How did you end up interpreting of all things?”

You looked up at him, a tad surprised. He wore a soft smile and seemed unnervingly laid back. There was a curious glint in his blue eyes, but it wasn’t prying, like it had been that night in the warehouse. He was genuinely conversing with you. 

“I was a bit of a hypochondriac and thought I was going deaf when I had an ear infection in high school, so I started learning some basic phrases. Then I just found a passion for it. It’s a fascinating language and culture, really.” 

You blinked, realizing you’d said all that while making direct eye contact with him - the longest you’d probably looked him in the eye since meeting him.

He chuckled, capping the lid on Anakin’s espresso death. 

“That’s admirable, my dear,” he said easily, placing both drinks in a carrier and tucking a generous tip into the metal jar. “And very cute.” 

You could’ve melted into a puddle of coffee right then and there.

However, it wasn’t enough to win you over. You couldn’t let your guard down around him.  

“He knows you aren’t trouble, doll,” Dex had assured you after Obi-Wan had dropped off your third paycheck a few days later. “He just has to be vigilant, he’ll do you no harm.” 

You hadn’t realized how tense you had become until Dex spoke. You sighed, “I know, he just….he makes me a little nervous.” 

Dex let out a hard laugh. “You wouldn’t be the first pretty girl to say that about him.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully as you opened the envelope. Two checks fluttered to the freshly cleaned counter. A yellow sticky note was attached to the bottom one. You frowned - what if this was a test. 

Your fingers shook slightly as you picked up the sticky note, turning it over in your hand to read it. 

Meant to drop this off last week, forgive me. 

You’re doing very well. :) 

O.K

You traced the smiley face, feeling heat rush to your own face. Then you picked up the second check. 

$1,000 made out to (yn) (ln)

For an excellent first month. 

     X    Obi-Wan Kenobi

Shock didn’t begin to cover how you were feeling. You pressed the sticky note to your racing heart. It was probably just to ensure your silence and cooperation. However, you knew he had no reason to do that. It was more likely...

Well, frankly, it was more likely that this was just an act of appreciation and kindness from a man who had the means to do so.

Those little voices in your head collectively sighed.

Maybe it's okay to fawn over a crime lord sometimes.

[runwayrunway]

I was recently surprised to see this livery while boarding, and snapped a pic. Apparently enough people asked the crew questions to the effect of "Why is the plane yellow?" as we were boarding that the captain explained it during his take off announcements. Turns out we were on 'New Mexico One' (N8655D).

Maybe they were worried they accidentally got on a Spirit flight. Happens to the best of us. (Also, knowing pilots I think there's a legitimate chance he was excited about it himself and would have brought it up no matter what.)

This is your girl! This is actually New Mexico 1.2.0 - the New Mexico One livery is the fifth Southwest state livery, and one of the first special liveries they had full stop.

Southwest Airlines has had a lot of special liveries. The documentation is incomplete, but they have a timeline for them up to 2013 publicly available. It turns out there were at least three Shamu jets (unfortunately I cannot find the purported pictures of Herb Kelleher in a penguin suit), and that my guess was right - their first state-themed livery was a Texas one to commemorate their origin as an intrastate carrier.

Since then, they've released quite a few more in honor of some of their more-served or milestone states. The states with special liveries are Arizona; California; Colorado; Florida; Hawai'i; Illinois; Louisiana; Maryland; Missouri; Nevada; New Mexico; Tennessee; and of course Texas. These really vary in level of detail and inspiration, and I definitely have no desire or plans to do a massive joint post on them all. That is thirteen liveries. But there's one or two that have been hanging out on the distant fringes of my interest and one (Colorado One) has already been requested, so if anyone particularly wants to see any of them covered just know I am treating them as full, separate, self-contained liveries even though they're technically sort of a set. It just doesn't make any sense to do it any other way.

(I never want to see a Massachusetts One. The concept is actively repellant to me.)

Most of Southwest's special liveries have 'one' at the end, like Air Force One, you know, it's the famous plane, Air Force One, they made a film about it with Harrison Ford in. I do think hypothetically the implication of 'New Mexico One' would be a plane transporting the governor of New Mexico, but, well, that's their name scheme.

image: Southwest Airlines

This is the original New Mexico One, N781WN. Thanks to the information Southwest provides on its website for once I know the exact date a livery was debuted - 18th September, 2000. I'm not sure how to feel about the fact that this picture is younger than me, because it looks incredibly crunchy and vintage, like it couldn't have been taken later than 1985. I have a Polaroid SX-70 that was kept in working condition by a relative and it takes cleaner-looking pictures. It must have been taken very early on in the livery's lifetime because when Canyon Blue was introduced the tailfin was updated to match. As with all Southwest's special liveries - the tailfins remain untouched from the default.

image: Eddie Maloney

The initial iteration with the mustard-yellow and red tail looks very nice, seamless with the main body. Although the placement of the name on the fin is quite subdued and against the ethos of the low-cost carrier it is in the case of special liveries useful, making the interaction of the wordmark with the main design a non-issue. Part of me really wishes that they'd kept the old colors for longer or maybe even done custom schemes for the stripes on each of their special liveries, because the blue looks pretty out-of-place on the New Mexico livery. I'll be completely honest, I also think the older, more angular shape of the stripes suits the similarly geometric bulk of the design while the modern incarnation - the haphazardly placed little wordmark with no natural home on the tail, the fin which looks like it was removed from a wholly different plane - is just sort of generally worse than the original state. The use of a minimally-altered tailfin with a crammed-on wordmark does seem to be something about which Southwest is unwilling to negotiate, though, and I guess that's what I'm going to have to live with.

(...generally, I do have to live with all the liveries I discuss here, until the magical day that someone at a massive company decides that the opinions of a blog with under 1,000 followers are something they want to capitulate to.)

The basis of the livery is extremely straightforward. It's...the flag of New Mexico. This is a fantastic starting point. The New Mexico flag is my favorite of the US states' - though, to be fair, that's damning by faint praise in the extreme. Just based on the sorts of people I've met I feel like at least a few followers of this blog will have particularly vivid opinions about vexillology, but it doesn't take someone with the level of investment I have in liveries to know that most US state flags are just absurdly poorly designed. New Mexico's flag is not just acceptable but good.

Yellow and red aren't uncommon colors in flags, but the complete absence of very popular choices like blue and white definitely is striking. Unlike many US state flags, which are morasses of complex and jumbled iconography, it contains only one image - the sun symbol of the indigenous Zia (Tsi’ya) Pueblo group. Unfortunately, not only was the design not suggested by Zia individuals but it was used without the group's knowledge or consent, and there has been an ongoing discussion about this being properly acknowledged by the state - a good summary, albeit from 2012, is this El Palacio article written by the Zia Pueblo administrator.

I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Southwest actually did consult the Zia, including administrator and author of the above article Peter Pino. A contemporary news release from Southwest even discusses Zia children performing a Crow Dance as part of the ceremony. I was able to find a photograph of this in a blog post by a Southwest employee.

So safe to say people were pretty excited about this livery! Southwest's state liveries tend to be pretty beloved by the people from said state, as far as I can tell.

N781WN was retired earlier this year and sometime in the late summer the livery was repainted onto N8655D. The livery is largely unchanged except for the fact that it's on a longer plane now.

Anyway, I like New Mexico One. Not terribly much happens here in the way of detail so there's not much to say about it but I like the way it's placed at a sort of angle instead of just smacked in the middle of the plane directly above the wings or something. The fact that there's some yellow and red in the tail prevents it from looking as bad as it could (and definitely does on other state liveries) even though I kind of really genuinely dislike the wordmark placement like a lot. I'm not sure how they could have done it better. I just think if you're making it that small and out-of-the-way you could honestly just go without. Not like there's even one other plane flying around with this livery.

Why is the inside of the winglets totally bare? I can't be the only one that thinks that's strange, can I?

I'll give her a C+. I think there's a pretty low ceiling on how good a livery that's just the flag of New Mexico can be, and Southwest did a job I would call 'correct' - they didn't really mess anything up and they didn't have some sort of brain explosion that let them create a design more captivating than putting a good flag onto an airplane but leaving the tail Southwest colors. This is a good special livery and it seems like a nice little tribute to New Mexico, and it's always nice to see a beloved old livery be preserved on a new airframe. Congratulations to the people of New Mexico, particularly the Zia, on a pretty neat commemorative livery.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hello! I have a question for you about requests/Patreon. I have seen a couple of accounts have commissions via Patreon, but I thought making money off of copyrighted material was illegal. Even if it is the author's writing, the characters and world (Show, book, movie) are copywritten. Just curious because I remember back in the days when authors like Anne Rice went after people who wrote fanfiction about her characters.

Hi there!

If I can answer them I certainly will.

So technically the act of writing fanfiction itself is copyright infringement so none of us should be doing it. For me personally if artists can make fanart and get paid for it, why can’t writers? That’s where there has always seemed to be a bit of elitism. People have and have had no problem with fanartists building Patreons but there’s upheaval when writers do. It’s an interesting double standard.

That’s how I reconciled it in my head. I did not and do not make a lot of money from my fanfiction work, I think the most I’ve made in a month is £30, I think it’s down to around £20 now. Sometimes people donate to my kofi and I think that’s pretty damn nice of them.

For a long time I was on the fence about starting a Patreon, here’s a little bit about my decision to start a Patreon:

After I had my mental health breakdown I was really struggling financially as my work were stingy with sick pay. I was in the position of if I quit my job, I wasn’t entitled to any benefits from the government because I didn’t class as being ill enough to be supported by them. (This was bullshit because my PTSD/anxiety/depression was insane, I became agoraphobic for a while – I lost 2 & half stone, I isolated myself I couldn’t sleep – there was no way I could look for a job/attend interviews and all the jazz that came with that)

What I was doing was creating content because it was the only thing that kept me sane – this is why my queue is always booked up a month in advance because I was generating so much back then I was scheduling 4 months in advance and beyond. Literally it was the only thing I was doing.

I did and do a hell of a lot of content for free (asks, my own storylines for characters) it seemed fair at the time when I was really struggling to ask for a financial contribution where people could help me out if they could afford it. And people did and I honestly am forever grateful to those people because they will never know how much they helped me.

I did quit my job as that was a huge factor into my illness and started my own business as an editor, book coach and marketer which has been fairly successful but I still earn a hell of a lot less than I previously did hence why the Patreon is still helpful.

I think if you aren’t earning fuckloads from it you’re able to fly under the radar, if you’re drawing in thousands like I know some people are in very popular fandoms then you’re more likely to get spanked as it’s seen as a depreciation of income to the original concept (book/show/movie)

I also think the way I sort of run my Patreon is kind of holistic in a way as everyone will still get access to those fics, you’re just paying for early access. They are not exclusive to Patreon or tucked behind a paywall forever where you can’t read the next part of your fav series (which is what a lot of Patreons do).

On the topic of fanfic and making money, there’s authors out there that who actively market their own work as based on stuff like Criminal Minds (Dr Rebecca Sharp) – how she hasn’t been hung, drawn and quartered by Disney I’ll never know. She has literally stolen actual eps and written them into her books.

I think a lot of older fandom writers remember the Anne Rice drama and are terrified because of it but I don’t think that’s as prevalent as it once was. 50 Shades of Grey started as a Twilight fanfiction, no one has sued E.L James for it.

I know for a fact that some tv show writers do check in on fanfic to take the temperature of their audience. It’s not publicly acknowledged but it can be good market research.

I hope some of that helps and if you have any further questions please feel don’t hesitate to give me a shout.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hello! For the mini event: Mairimashita! Iruma-kun & AU number 17

Of course, anon dear! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy the headcanons, as late as they are getting to you!

Okay, so I will admit that, other than House and a couple episodes of both The Resident and The Good Doctor, I haven't really watched many medical dramas and aren't really familiar with the various tropes and such normally used in them…am I familiar with the actual medical field? Yes, yes, I am. Did that actually help any with this AU? Nope, not really. But I did finally settle on an idea? Yes! Does the idea require you to suspend a large amount of disbelief and require you to ignore how much of this would actually be very, very illegal? Also yes!

Anyway, so this AU I imagined up does very much take place in a hospital. It's not only the largest hospital in the area but the one with the most prestige and a sterling reputation. It's also a teaching hospital, an important thing to know, but also houses a lot of the specialists and such that people are literally on wait lists for over a year to get into. This hospital is actually owned by Sullivan, who also does have a hand in the running of it and is Head of the Board of Directors, with the most say as to how the hospital itself actively operates, much to the displeasure of some of its staff, as Sullivan is something of an eccentric…no, that's going to be putting it too lightly. Sullivan is most definitely eccentric.

His eccentricities are most definitely on display when almost fourteen year old Iruma Suzuki is brought into the hospital after a vicious beating at the hands of his latest employer. The boy is held at the hospital to be treated but because there's just so much evidence of repeated injuries and neglect, social services is called in. Social Services investigation into Iruma's parents discover a staggering amount of neglect for their son and that they have been forcing him to work at various jobs to support their own gambling habits and pay the bills. The boy has never even been to school.

Anyway, in the end, they don't really care if their parental rights might get lost. Iruma's parents willingly relinquish their parental rights to him and it looks like Iruma is going to be held, after he has healed and been released from the hospital, in a group home until a suitable foster family can be found for him. But Sullivan had taken an interest in Iruma, no doubt helped along by the fact that Iruma's initial doctor and the one in charge of his treatment plan was Dr. Opera, Sullivan's adopted son. And Sullivan's interest in the boy led to Iruma Suzuki becoming the second son Sullivan would adopt and spoil, despite being in his sixties at this point…something about Opera never settling down and giving him grandchildren so Sullivan would have to adopt his own.

While Iruma is technically his adopted son, Sullivan very much treats him as his precious grandchild and Iruma finds a fatherly figure in Sullivan, who spoils Iruma rotten. Opera, meanwhile, also takes an interest and welcomes Iruma into the family, becoming someone Iruma both looks up to and aspires to be like.

Sullivan decides and, after discussing the matter with Opera himself, that Iruma shall join the family business and when Sullivan passes will be the one to not only inherit the business (and make no mistake, a hospital is very much a business) and Sullivan's spot on the Board of Directors. He'll not only be expected to learn academically, and learn quickly, but Iruma becomes a volunteer candy-striper at the hospital as soon as he's healed and shadows Opera and Sullivan throughout the years.

Which leads to present day, when Iruma has gone through enough schooling and grueling training and studying to become a resident. The story really becomes his daily life as a resident doctor at this teaching hospital, him meeting the other residents and interacting with the doctors, nurses, and other staff members at the hospital, along with the weird, zany, sometimes sad patients he interacts with and treats, along with exploring some of the pressure he feels, knowing he's expected to run this hospital someday, along with cute family moments between Iruma and his adopted 'grand'father and adopted brother.

Now, to get into some of the wide and crazy cast of characters that Iruma does have to learn how to deal with and manage, because like, isn't that half the fun, having all these secondary characters to add to the overall plot, all while having fun little plotlines of their own?

So, first off, when Iruma arrives for his residency, Sullivan really entrusts Iruma to an actual doctor who really is supposed to mentor and help teach Iruma. Iruma had been hoping to do his residency in the pediatric ward under Opera, but for some reason Sullivan refused to allow it. Instead, Iruma is doing his residency under the watchful (and spiteful, because this doctor most certainly does not want to have to put up with being a mentor to anyone, and considers the time he has to waste teaching Iruma as time he could be spending elsewhere) eye of Dr. Kalego Naberius, Head of the ER Department. The ER at this particular hospital is always insanely busy, with the doctors, residents, and nurses getting to see a little bit of everything, honestly, so Kalego does get Sullivan's insistence that Iruma do his residency solely there. Every resident has to do at least a shift a week in the ER, since there is never enough staff there, but Iruma's residency is done solely in the ER Department and solely under the eye of Dr. Kalego. The two don't always get along, honestly, but I do see them growing to at least strongly respect each other.

The various teachers are, of course, doctors in various wings and departments throughout the hospital, except for Balam, who I do see as Head of the Pharmacy Department, since a hospital that size does, of course, need it's own pharmacy. A pharmacist himself, Balam has an encyclopedic knowledge of all pharmaceuticals, both medicinal and holistic. Now Balam looks really scary, especially because a childhood accident left him with some noticeable facial scarring, but the man is a gentle giant and after Iruma stopped being so frightened of him, I could see him and Balam getting along fantastic, even back before Iruma became a resident. Throughout his schooling years, before going to university, I think Balam took Iruma under his wing and the boy spent a lot of time in the pharmacy, learning a lot from Balam. Iruma still makes it a point to stop by to see Balam as often as he possibly can, and honestly, Balam shows up to the ER quite often anyway, because he and Dr. Kalego are childhood best friends who take lunch breaks together so he's another important 'teacher and mentor' figure to Iruma overall.

The surprising twist here, but one I really liked and just made sense to me. A child prodigy, Ameri Azazel graduated high school ridiculously early and I see her being the same age, at most a year older, than all the residents. However, she's actually Dr. Azazel, though still a fairly new doctor, only a year out of her own residency. She most often works in the pediatric wing with Opera, but does do shifts in the ER as needed.

I'm sure you're wondering…are the other residents Iruma's classmates in canon? Mostly, yes! How could I not? But there's still a few surprise twists, haha.

One of those surprise twists is that I really don't see Clara as an actual resident. Nope, I see her as being a fairly significant member of the hospital's kitchen staff. Though she doesn't do all the planning and overseeing of the hospital's meal plans and such, because the Head of Food Services does that, I see her being at least a sous chef in the kitchen itself, but she often shirks her duties here and there to actually go and deliver the meals to patients, which really should be left to a lower ranking member of the kitchen staff. She just finds it really fun to get to go and explore the hospital and see all the different staff members (and patients, though giving the patients their meals is actually supposed to be left to the nurses) and despite the many write-up's she's had over it, Sullivan and even Clara's own superior refuse to fire her or make her stop it. After all, she clearly means no harm and really just is a kind of nuisance at worst.

Another person I don't see as being a resident is Elizabetta. I actually see her as being a new nurse in the hospital. She works in different departments as needed, and honestly, though she's good enough at her job and does have a really good heart, with a lot of compassion for the patients, it's obvious she's really not that interested in making a huge career out of nursing. She actually just really wants to marry a handsome doctor who's wealthy enough so that she can become a stay at home wife and then mother and live a picture perfect, happily married life.

The last person I don't see as being a resident doctor is Kamui Caim. Instead he's an intern pharmacist under Balam. An odd, weird-looking little duck, the boy's honestly a little bit of an incel and definitely a huge pervert, who becomes known for being a little inappropriate with both the female nurses, doctors, and patients. However, when it comes to his actual area of expertise, Kamui is actually a brilliant pharmacist and really helps not only fill the astounding amount of prescriptions that come through each day, but is able to help prescribe and treat the various small ailments of people sent to the pharmacy for help instead of an actual doctor needing to waste their time treating them.

So, that leaves us with the other residents. The most important two are Alice Asmodeus and Sabro Sabnock. Both men have relatives who sit on the Board of Directors for the hospital. Sabro's uncle, in particular, raised the boy to believe that, when Sullivan was gone, Sabro's uncle would run the hospital and then pass it on to Sabro, so the boy was pushed to prepare for that from a young age. Brash and arrogant but actually really good-hearted, Sabro would like to specialize in sports medicine but was pushed by his family to follow in his uncle's footsteps and become a surgeon and his residency is done in that department.

Alice, meanwhile, is prim and proper and determined to make the most of every second of his residency. He also has quite the ego, but deservedly so, as he is brilliant and everyone has very high hopes for him as a practicing doctor. Due to an accident during childhood that had left his sister badly burnt, and witnessing her recovery and various surgeries and skin grafts afterwards, Alice does his residency primarily in the hospital's Burn Wing and hopes to specialize in that field of reconstructive surgery.

Another resident hoping to become a surgeon is Goemon Garp. Goemon was born with a rather extreme form of facial deformity and because of that, he was badly bullied growing up. It wasn't until after many medically necessary surgeries and then some extensive plastic surgery, finished by mid-high school, that Goemon grew to look relatively normal, though he's still not the most handsome man out there. However, he's finally happy with the way he looks and he wants everyone to have that opportunity, so he would, after his residency, like to specialize in cosmetic surgery.

Picero Agares, however, was well known to those in the hospital even before he becomes a hospital. Picero has suffered from narcolepsy from the time he was a child and was treated at the hospital. He hopes to become a doctor working in the hospital, specializing in sleep disorders…though everyone is a little shocked, as Picero has always been anything but friendly, even as a child, and probably has the worst bedside manner out of any of the residents.

The last of those residents who know what they want to specialize in, Soi Purson was born severely hearing impaired. He received cochlear implants in both ears by the time he entered middle school, which opened up a whole new world for him, really. Because of that experience, he really decided that he wanted to become an audiologist and is doing his residency primarily in the hospital's Audiology Department.

Schneider Allocer is an absolute genius, even rivalling Ameri. While he is a resident doctor, he's actually not sure what he would like to specialize in. There's too many opportunities, too many possibilities, too many areas to learn and grow his expertise in with hands on experience. He bounces around the various departments, along with the other three residents who have not figured out what they would like to specialize in.

Keroli Crocell is one of those three. Her family has always put a lot of pressure on her to go into medicine, to become a doctor so that she could have 'the best life', be financially secure, and bring honor to the family name. So she's gone to school, always done well, always brought honor to her family, and is doing her residency. But honestly, she'd rather be doing anything else, but especially she'd rather be playing with her band, like she does in secret on weekends, doing gigs at clubs around the city.

That leaves the other two undecided residents as Lied Shax and Jazz M. Andro. To be honest, though neither of them has decided on a specialty, Lied actually becomes a hit in the pediatric wing, while Jazz is noted to have the best bedside manner out of all the residents.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello there :) May I have a matchup for Ninjago and Genshin?

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: I have no idea, but I'm content with that. I like the mystery of not knowing, and the freedom from labels😝. Potentially ace, if that helps.

Horoscope: I'm a Genini-Cancer cusp, (technically Gemini) Libra rising.

Myers Briggs: INFP (although, the second time I took a test I got INFJ so idk lol).

Personality, likes, dislikes:

At first, I come across as aloof, calm, and socially awkward. I'm very to-the-point, and can sense BS very quickly. I never get involved in drama, but I might make a witty joke while I sit in my little corner and watch with popcorn. I've been told I'm very observant and I've been called an old soul. But when you get to know me, I can be a bit of a gremlin😆.

I have a huge imagination and I'm always daydreaming. I'm creative and I love storytelling. Especially theatre and writing. Once I start writing, I find it hard to stop (as you can see here😂). I'm a film geek who likes psychological horror movies (Hitchcock films, The Shining, Carrie, etc). But I also love Scooby Doo. Another thing I like is archery and being outdoors.

I'm also a complete basketcase and 24/7 stressed. I try to look on the bright side of things when I can, though, and consider my life to be an adventure. I know my problems will be a fun story to tell at parties someday.

One thing I despise is people being condescending, and talking down to me. I'm neurodiverse and I look younger than I am, so I've had my fair share of that. I also hate when conversations get needlessly intellectual and philosophical. Like, if I ask: "What's 1+1?" And someone tells me: "Well...what IS the number one, really? Numbers are just symbols on paper. "

I'm like: "...right, but what's 1+1?" Me wanna know HOW math. Me not wanna know WHY math. Oh, and speaking of math, I hate math.

Fun facts:

I was born with weirdly shaped pinky fingers. They're both bent sideways. Apparently it's called "clinodactyli" or something, so that's cool. Also I have OCD, sensory issues and trichotillomania. My favorite movie is Gremlins. One time, I accidentally printed, like, 87 pictures of a cat because I was a dumb 7-year-old, and the entire computer room was flooding with cats. My mom was so mad😂. Also, I'm terrible at videogames. I tried to play World of Warcraft once, and spent over an hour trying to get out of the canyon I accidentally jumped into.

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Ninjago, I match you with...

Nya loves sitting on the sidelines of drama with you and just watching things go down. She’s been tangled in her fair share of drama far too many times. Now, she’s more than happy to stay out of the conflict.

Would love taking walks through nature with you. She likes the peace that comes with being outdoors.

Would absolutely be a fan of Gremlins. Nya would love to watch it with you as many times as you’d like.

Admires your dedication to trying to see the good in things and treating life as an adventure. She knows how hard that can be sometimes.

Scooby Doo enthusiast. I can see her as a Daphne and Velma fan. She’s particularly fond of the Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated variation.

Nya will never talk down on you. She’s very good at treating everyone with respect, as long as they deserve it. And in her eyes, unless you’re actively attacking the city or her friends, everyone deserves respect.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Xingqiu loves how your personality can flip so quickly from quiet and socially awkward to a complete gremlin. He loves the energy you bring.

Will try to drag you into pranking Chongyun. He won’t push you though, he respects that pranks are not everyone’s thing.

Loves that you like storytelling. You two would have great dates where you take turns telling stories. Xingqiu writes them all down later so he can remember every little detail you tell him.

Would absolutely take you to the theatre. He’s a pretty dramatic person himself so if you ever want to act out your favourite parts of plays or musicals, he’s ready and willing.

I see Xingqiu as a fan of horror, especially psychological horror. He can’t really explain why he likes it, he just does so expect to be watching and reading a lot of horror stuff with him.

Xingqiu does tend to cause drama sometimes, just for entertainment. He loves hearing your commentary on what’s unfolding and will make his own witty comments as well.

[quietmarie]

What is Async Anyway?

Explaining async/await and general concurrency concepts in programming languages.

A lot of modern languages have async/await syntax built directly into them, and the construct can be extremely useful. Examples of languages that include these concepts are JavaScript, C#, Python, and Swift, and even modern relatively low-level languages like Rust have this syntax. Even though it's usually thought of as a more advanced feature, I think it is really not that hard to use once you get the hang of it, and it is super useful and rewarding when you really understand it.

This is going to be a bit of a long and pretty technical post, but I hope it can give you some confidence to know what async/await really does when you use it, and maybe it can help you use it more effectively. Keep in mind that I will not be able to go over everything in super deep detail, and that I am going to simplify stuff, but it should give you an idea how these systems work.

I am a little curious about eventually following this up with a post looking at how these systems compare under the hood in different programming languages, so let me know if you'd be interested in that.

Big post under the cut.

Parallelism and Concurrency

Computers today can do many things at the same time. And I mean that literally: in one instant, a modern CPU can be working on multiple instructions. That's because a single CPU has multiple cores that can all execute code (mostly) independent from each other. This is called parallelism, and the way we as programmers interact with that is through threads. Most programming languages, especially "lower level" ones, have a way for programmers to create a thread that will run some part of your code. Creating a thread is telling the computer that it can, and should, run the code in your threads in parallel (although various systems such as the OS still have discretion over when and if that actually happens).

Parallelism is not quite concurrency tho. Where parallelism is about your computer literally doing multiple things at once, concurrency is about your computer doing multiple things, but not at once. With concurrency, you kind of pretend you're doing a parallelism. But in reality, stuff doesn't happen at the same time. Instead, your system (runtime) does some work on task A a bit, then on task B, then maybe again on task A, etc., but doesn't work on the two at the same time. So, in a concurrent system it might look like task A and B are progressing simultaneously from the outside, but work actually only happens in sequence.

Let's Talk About I/O

I/O stands for input/output and describes data in your program that comes from elsewhere, or that gets sent elsewhere. So for example, user input is I/O. And similarly, a web request can be I/O, whether you send it or receive it. So let's use that as an example: you send a web request to some API to fetch you the cutest bunny images and facts:

But the service is taking its sweet time to respond.

Fact: Loading bunny fact…

With how we did it here, we halt execution of the entire thread until the response comes in (at least in most languages, more on that later). In this case, we call get a blocking method because it, well, blocks the thread without actively doing useful work.

What if we could instead use the thread for other tasks instead of just sitting there, twiddling our thumbs and waiting on the server? This smells of concurrency…

Callbacks

Callbacks are a way for programmers to avoid that period of thumb twiddling. The new getWithCallback function now returns immediately, but it doesn't return a value. Instead, we have to register the code we want to run once the server responds with the function:

The function we pass to getWithCallback is called the callback, and it gets called by the client* only once the response arrives. Oh look, here it is:

Fact: A rabbit's life span is about 8 years, though sterilized rabbits (those who are spayed/neutered) can live as long as 10-12 years.

*"The client calls it" is a big simplification, there might be a lot more stuff happening here. But the important bit is that the client magically does not need to block to wait for the response.

Promises and Futures

What JavaScript calls Promises and what a lot of the other languages call Futures is essentially sugar sprinkled on callbacks - it makes our callback code a little nicer. Callbacks can commonly create a concept called "callback hell", where you have to call a function that takes a callback inside the function that takes a callback inside the function that takes a callback…

(Code modified from https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/JavaScript/Guide/Using_promises)

To avoid this, functions now can return a Promise instead of taking a callback. Promises represent the promise that, while a concrete value might not exist right now, it will in the future. Once the value exists, we say the Promise resolves. The code above with Promises would then look like this:

It still doesn't look perfect, and there are things you can do to make it look a little nicer, but it's so much less nested. The callback in the then function will be called once the value is ready, and the callback itself can also return a Promise. The then function then returns a Promise which will get resolved once the future from the callback is resolved. Many other languages have a concept similar to JavaScript's Promise, and it's often called something like Future or Task (because it would be too easy to have consistent naming across languages).

Now keep in mind neither of those solutions above are really "concurrency" in the definition we used above. This is because the thread we call, for example, getWithCallback on still completely belongs to us. We could keep using it, and we would not get interrupted to execute the callback. Depending on the language and runtime, the callback might get executed on a different thread, or the runtime might have to wait until we are completely done with what we were doing to then use our thread to call it. The same thing goes for the callbacks in the then method of promises.

Async/Await

And async/await is just some sugar and magic fairy dust on top of Promises (or Futures or whatever). It makes our code look like it should be blocking, but in reality it isn't. Here's what our bunny image code looks like with async/await:

So here, a couple things happen. First, the Promise is created and the web request is initiated. Then, the Promise is awaited. For that, (if the Promise is not resolved at this point already,) the task first yields, meaning it tells the runtime that it is not doing any useful work at the moment, and that the thread it ran on can be used for other tasks. The runtime then makes a note of where to continue execution when that Promise resolves, and looks around for other tasks that currently need executing to put them on that thread. After a while passes, the Promise resolves, and once the runtime has some resources available for us (maybe because another task just yielded), execution on our original task is continued with the API response.

Fact: A rabbit's teeth never stop growing! Many people believe they need to chew to keep their teeth short. While they do enjoy chewing, it's the normal wear from where their top and bottom teeth meet that keeps a rabbit's teeth short.

This is more in line with the concurrency we sought out above. We can interleave other computations while our task is still running, but during times where it is not doing any useful work. (Still, because you may have multiple threads your tasks can run on and move between, it might not always be 100% technically accurate to call this system concurrent.) This is also why it is important to not block for long in async contexts: if you're hogging the thread for too long, you're stopping other tasks from progressing and throwing a lot of the benefits you gained from doing it concurrently in the bin. Most async runtimes will give you some option to run expensive or blocking code elsewhere, so that you can keep the benefits you gain from async.

So that's the explanation what async/await does, and the broad strokes of how it works. If you have any more questions regarding the topic, feel free to ask! I think it'll be fun to occasionally write a longer post on interesting things I've learned, so if you have topic suggestions, don't be afraid to tell me!

Further links and sources

Don't Block The Event Loop! - Why you should avoid blocking in Node.js, and what pitfalls to look out for.

I got the bnuuy images and facts from the animality API. The licenses on the images are not super clear, but I'll assume it's okay for me to use them here with credit because it's an open API.

I lifted the definitions and some of the explanation for parallelism and concurrency from Steve Klabnik's talk on Rust's Journey to Async/Await. The talk is more technical and very focused on Rust, but it's a great talk.

I referenced the mdn web docs at various points, they're a great resource.

I created the code screenshots using the carbon app.

[reallyromealone]

Hi Hi! How is my favorite author? Well know that I was very happy that you responded to my request, I really liked what you wrote! Well, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to place another order from Tokyo Revengers, but this time from Bonten's men! Something like Mikey's adopted son who is part of a volleyball team (and is friends with the Haikyuu boys) or basketball team (and is a friend of the Generation of Miracles). I really like sports anime, and your Son Bonten one-shots are really good and make me come up with a million ideas. Hope you are well, so eat well and drink plenty of water! ;)

I-Im your favorite 🥺👉👈

Damn y'all gonna give me a big ass head god damn

Also as a sports anime fan myself i love this but how dare you make me choose between GOM or our volleybros

I am going volleyball though because I actually know a lot about volleyball because I used to play believe it or not.

(name) was excited as hell.

(Name)s first official match against another team was coming up! And against another team!

(Name) was so excited to tell his dad's about the match, he hoped at least one of them could come to see it, he understood if they couldn't.

They were really busy after all.

(Name) was technically Mikey's adopted son, but was mutually seen as Bontens collective son since infancy as they all mutually took care of the boy--now teenager, it was just easier to say (name) Sano instead of (name) haitani/kakucho/Kokonoi/Akashi/mochizuki/Sano.

Anyways.

Walking into the mansion, a purchase they made when they realized how much energy the child had (also it was easier to just install what the kid wanted instead of taking him to where he wanted to go) and made a beeline to his dad's office area, where their collective home offices sat.

His dad's sat in the lounge area, talking about something business related and turned when they saw their son return from club activities "ah, it's six already?" Ran said absentmindedly while checking his watch and the men noticed the kid practically vibrating "what's up half pint?" Mochi asked slightly amused at his kids excited nature. "It's my first official match! Like with another school!" (Name) said showing the permission slip so he could go to the other school for the match "can I please go?" He knew his dad's were fiercely protective of his whereabouts, they had to be because after all he was the only child of Bonten.

This wasn't (name)s first official match but it was his first high school match and the fact that he made it into a powerhouse school as Libero was nothing to scoff at and the bonten men were quite proud of their kid, even if his goals weren't what they expected.

"It's at (high school).." Mikey mumbled while looking at the permission slip, the man mulling it over before signing it "I was also wondering if you guys could come? You don't have to if you're busy" (name) said awkwardly and his dad's felt their heart hurt a bit at his words " 'course we will come bud" Kaku said with a soft smile and the shift in mood was astounding as (name) practically radiated with joy "yeah?!"

"Now to take a shower you stink!"

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this is a repost bc my dumbass deleted the original post I'm obsessed with her too dw 😭, also fun fact I didn't see the lighting bolt and initially wrote the reader with ice powers, but I changed it when I noticed I got it wrong 🧍‍♀️. I hope I did this prompt justice !! I just kinda wrote this really quickly bc I liked the prompt but I think I liked the way it turned out <3

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Stupid Cupid (if you know this song ilysm *princess diaries flashbacks*)

#kate bishop x fem!reader, ft. yelena, clint, and natasha (my besties) (requests are open!!) WARNINGS: a swear word, reader is really clumsy with her lightning powers lmao 😭, bad jokes (you're welcome) A/N: italics are flashbacks! I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER KATE FIC as i should tbh #girlboss. I actually wanted to have 5 fics of her by now bc hawkeye- 5 eps- yk? ANYWAY. Idk what I wrote and I hope you like it <3. my dickinson reference 😋 (I keep referencing things I need to stop). also i'm gonna go watch nwh soon 😈 ! word count: 2.5K (so unlike me I know idk what's going on either) --- “Y/N!!” You ungracefully fall off your chair at the sudden shout from what sounded like your mentor. “Nat, it’s a Sunday!” you complain, yelling so she could hear you, “It’s technically an off day!” “And technically, as your mentor, I can kick your ass if you don’t come outside right now, so help me.” You sigh loudly, closing your book, leaving your phone on the bed, and you open the door. Natasha, with a very unamused glare was standing next to Yelena, your best friend, who was failing to hide her amused expression. “You’re such a mom,” you whine playfully, making Natasha glare even harder (if that was remotely possible). “Why are you disturbing me?” and when you see steam coming out of Natasha’s ears, you immediately correct yourself, “Is there something you need me to do?” “We’re meeting someone new,” Natasha said simply, and Yelena nodded, taking a random grape out of her vest and eating it, “I think you’d really like her.”

It’s like your puppy mode was activated, your ears twitching, eyes sparkling, and adrenaline pumping, “A GIRL?”

Natasha looks like she regretted saying so, “A girl. Now come on, you’re delaying everyone.”

You burst out of the room and jog to the avengers’ compound entrance, Yelena and Natasha following you from behind.

“She’s like a puppy,” Natasha mumbles, taking a packet of m&ms out of Yelena’s vest, and Yelena nods, “She IS a puppy.”

You see the new girl already surrounded by the boys, no doubt interrogating her, or just being excited to see her.

Sam notices you trying to catch a glimpse of the girl, “Hey, guys move away, y/n wants to greet her.”

The sea of men parts for you and you got a bunch of ruffling of hair, pats on the back, and hellos, before finally being face-to-face with the girl.

She was facing her back towards you, talking to Clint.

Clint sees you and tells Kate to turn around.

Both of you lock gazes and your smile widens. She’s really pretty.

Kate’s smile mirrors your own when Clint introduces you.

“Kate, this is y/n, Natasha’s mentee, and y/n, this is Kate, my-“

“Partner slash best friend,” Kate intervenes, not looking away from you.

“Mentee,” Clint corrects, shaking his head, “She’s around your age too.”

“Hi!” you hold out your hand, and Kate shakes it vigorously, “I like your bow.”

“Oh my god, thank you,” Kate responds enthusiastically, “What’s with the burnt patch on your clothes? It looks new. Did you burn yourself?”

She was referring to your shirt, now partly burnt to a crisp, and you shake your head, “Well yes, but no, I mean- I’m an electrokinetic meaning I have electrical-based powers, so.”

Kate nods, “So you’re kinda like Zeus.”

You laugh vociferously, “Exactly! Except I don’t sleep around as much as he does,” you joke, making her laugh.

The avengers watch your interaction with a smile, already knowing that the both of you put together would be instant chaos.

And they were right.

Within a day, you and Kate were practically best friends (which Yelena complained about, but you constantly reassured her that she was like a sister to you).

Clint and Natasha had a blast, since both of you liked each other, they decided to train the both of you together, which saved a lot of time (and more time for the two to go drinking together).

Days, weeks, months, passed, and Yelena, Kate, and you were like the chaotic trio NO one asked for.

A million stupid activities, like acting you were married to try wedding cake samples for free, playing laser tag with actual lasers, balancing apples on people’s heads for Kate to shoot them off with arrows (there were many complaints for that one), accidentally adopting 5 cats (don’t ask).

It was all fun and games, but it usually ended with you and Kate getting “grounded,” and Yelena getting away because she ALWAYS has a way out.

You didn’t mind though, it just meant spending more time with Kate, who never failed to make your day better.

“I’M SORRY!”

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THE BLUE HAIR DYE IN MY SHAMPOO BOTTLE AND NOT NATASHA’S?”

You were chasing Kate across the compound, the brunette screaming bloody murder, and you trying to avoid using your powers.

“YOU KNOW WHAT?”

You raised your hand, summoning your powers, and a minor bolt of lightning struck one of Kate’s feet, making her fall flat on the ground.

“Fuck,” Kate groans, and you stalk over to her patting her on the head and smugly smirking, “Thanks for playing.”

“What are you guys doing now,” Yelena complains, her room door opening as she yawns, “You dimwits woke me up from my nap.”

Then Yelena takes one look at your hair, and bursts out laughing, so loud, that Natasha and Clint came running.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha looks around hastily before spotting the two of you on the ground, “Oh.”

Clint just tries not to laugh, and Yelena gestures between you and Natasha, “She looks just like you when you were a kid, sestra!”

Natasha smiles crookedly, ruffling your hair and sighing, “Clean up guys, training in 10.”

Kate and you prepare to complain before Clint shot you pointed looks, “Yes, Natasha.”

They leave and so does Yelena, claiming she needed more “beauty sleep” and you pick up the strands of your hair, frowning.

“I’m sorry.”

Kate looked genuinely afraid that you were upset with her, “It’s nothing.”

“You seemed angry though.”

“But I’m not. I could never stay angry with you for long.”

“Really?” Her eyes shot up to look into yours, and it felt like déjà vu was slapping you in the face.

“Yeah,” your voice is weak, straining.

“You look pretty, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

You hear her mission went wrong.

You don’t even pay attention to anyone else, as you ignored the calls from the rest of the team, rushing to your friend’s room.

You knocked frantically.

“Katie?”

A few seconds later, the door opens, and you meet her sad expression.

“My poor baby,” you joke lightheartedly, wrapping your arms around her body, pulling her close, and using your foot to push the door closed.

Kate buries her face in your shoulder, breathing heavily, and you rub her back in calming circles.

“I messed up.”

You hate hearing her sound this vulnerable. So different from the bubbly girl she always was.

One thing some people failed to see, was that Kate Bishop, was not always the joker, the one who can take everyone and everything on with a confident smile.

She was just like everyone else, with feelings, worries, insecurities.

You pull her closer.

“Everyone messes up. You’re not alone.”

Kate shuts her eyes tightly.

You feel like you’re the only one who gets to see her this way.

“What if I always mess up?”

You contemplate your next words, knowing that there’s no right way to comfort someone.

Especially when it’s someone you love.

“Then I’ll be there to help you clean up. Every single time.”

Kate’s ragged breaths slowly stabilise, and she detaches herself from your, her arms still around your neck.

“You really are my favourite person in the world.”

Maybe it’s the way she looks at you.

The way her touch makes more goosebumps appear on your skin more than any lightning bolt.

The way she words things.

“I love you more than words can say.”

“They SO like each other.”

“Clint, there’s no way,” Natasha replies exasperatedly.

“Look, can you just accept that I’m right and you’re wrong for once?”

“No.”

“Fine,” Clint pulls his best friend’s arm and leads her to the kitchen, “I’ll prove it to you.”

He looks around like he’s in a mission, and Natasha rolls her eyes.

He gestures for her to follow his movements, peeking in the kitchen.

Natasha places her head below his, peeking as well.

It seems normal at first, just you and Kate in the kitchen, in your usual morning routine.

But then it’s like you were unconsciously making each other’s light breakfast before training, like you knew exactly what the other wanted, and silently at that.

You grabbed the bowl and slid it towards Kate, who took a cup out and slid it towards you. You grabbed two spoons and she grabbed the sugar and cereal. You placed a spoon in her bowl and a spoon in your teacup, while Kate dropped tea bags into it. You poured cereal into her bowl as Kate fills your cup with hot water.

Natasha watches the whole exchange with a surprised expression, while Clint just smugly smiles from above her.

“See? I’m right,” he whispers, near to Natasha’s ear.

“Stop breathing down my neck,” Natasha grits her teeth, slapping the man’s leg.

“No, you stop breathing down my neck.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“No, you don’t make sense.”

Soon, they start bickering, and when Clint starts getting a little too loud, Natasha grabs him away from the entrance.

You sip your cup of tea, and look around, thinking you heard something.

“Did you hear that?” you ask Kate, who smiles at you and shakes her head, “Nope.”

“I thought I heard like, really loud whispering,” you murmur, and Kate snorts, “You’re just tripping.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“You’re annoying -er.”

“That isn’t even a word.”

Kate sticks her tongue out at you, and you reciprocate childishly.

Natasha hears everything and sighs in relief, “They didn’t hear us.”

Clint nods seriously, “No, they didn’t.”

Then, he jumps in front of Natasha and starts doing a ridiculous victory dance, “I was right, you were wrong. I was right, you were wrong.”

Natasha curses him in Russian, “So what now?”

Clint’s brows furrow, “What?”

“We can’t just leave them like that,” Natasha places a hand on her chin, thinking, “We have to do something.”

“Oh, so now we’re matchmakers.”

“Shut up and help me think.”

Clint agrees to work on Kate, and Natasha agrees to work on you.

They both have different approaches, determined to make this work.

“You know, you and y/n are meant to be together.”

Kate freezes in the mario kart game, looking to Clint in awe, as he continues racing.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You and y/n would be great together.”

Kate chokes on air, and Clint glances at her knowingly.

“N-No, I’m pretty sure you got it wrong,” Kate chuckles awkwardly, “We’re just friends.”

“So, friends just sleepover at each other’s room every day, makes each other breakfast and knows exactly what the person wants without asking, excessively touches the other person and exchanges hugs and kisses randomly, gets a little grumpy whenever the other person gets a date-“

Kate pauses the game, “FINE. Fine, you’re right,” she confirms miserably.

Clint puts his controller down, “Then why do you sound so sad about it?”

“I just don’t think she likes me that way,” Kate fiddles with the joystick, “She’s always so good to me, and I can’t help but feel like whatever this is, is all in my head.”

Clint nods in understanding, “I think you’re wrong though.”

“About what?”

“She does like you that way.”

Natasha opens your door without a knock, and you were on your bed, reading a book, and not bothering to look up, “Natasha.”

Natasha smirks, “You’re getting more alert, that’s good.”

“No, it’s just that you’re the only one who opens my room door without knocking,” you correct her, closing your book, “Well, you and Yelena, but she makes sure to pounce on my bed the second she comes in and is always asleep during this time of day.”

Natasha narrows her eyes, “Touche.”

“I learned from the best.”

She holds out two tickets to the movies.

“You want to watch a movie with me?” you seem confused, “Look, I’m all for milfs, and you are really pretty, but-“

“God, you really are an idiot,” Natasha pinches her nose bridge, “Clint and I wanted to go, but we both happened to be busy so.”

She places the tickets in your hands, and you stare at them blankly.

“You can bring whoever you want,” Natasha emphasizes each word without sounding too suspicious.

“Right,” you mutter, already knowing who you wanted to bring.

Natasha crosses her fingers, hoping you wouldn’t be a dumbass and just make a move, “Enjoy.”

You make your way to Kate’s room, rehearsing in your mind how you wanted to ask her out. This was so much harder than you imagined it to be. Kate was just this perfect girl.

You didn’t notice Kate heading in your direction, also focused on something else.

Before you knew it, you bumped into her, and managed to grab her arms before she fell.

“Sorry,” you wince, and she just brushes herself off, her cheeks flushing for no apparent reason, “It’s no problem.”

Then the awkward silence. Something was definitely wrong. Silence was never awkward between you two.

“Was there anything you wanted to tell me?” you spoke up, hiding the tickets behind your back, “You looked pretty determined and you seemed to be heading to my room.”

Kate blinks, “Yeah! Yeah, I just wanted to, uh-“

You gather up enough courage to suddenly hold the tickets in front of you, right in her face.

Kate stares at it.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” you ask quickly, “Like on a date. God, I’m embarrassing myself aren’t I?”

At first glance, you might not have appeared that nervous, but Kate notices the electric sparks on your fingers, the air smelling slightly of ozone.

“Y-You’re asking me?” Kate stutters characteristically.

“Yes,” you weakly respond, “We don’t have to talk about this right now but, I just really like you and I want to take you out on a date.”

Kate’s knees felt like they were about to give out, and a grin slowly appears on her face, “I would love to.”

“Great! Great, yeah, um, I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“If you mean you’ll meet me at my door at 7, then yes.”

The movie date goes well, and you come back with matching smiles, holding each other’s hands.

Clint and Natasha were already waiting at the entrance, and she whispers to him, “Do you think it worked?”

“I mean, they’re holding hands.”

“They’re always holding hands.”

“Good point.”

The happy couple approaches them, and the mentors hold their breath.

“They played cupid didn’t they?” Kate asks you once you reached them.

“I mean, I probably wouldn’t have had the guts to ask you out if it weren’t for Natasha.”

“And I probably wouldn’t have acknowledged my feelings for you if it weren’t for Clint.”

“Which means you should be thanking us,” Clint says excitedly, nudging Natasha as if she weren’t standing next to him and seeing exactly what was happening, “We worked very hard you know.”

“I did the thinking,” Natasha cuts in with very important information.

“Thank you, I guess,” you rub the back of your neck, and Kate snorts.

“What’s so funny, Bishop?”

“Want me to tell them about how you summoned lightning and burnt our chairs because you were so nervous when I kis-“

“STOP.”

[hauntingcryptids]

Plus One

Whittaker!Master x Fem!Reader

Summary - The Master breaks into your house to confront you about where you were while you were not travelling with her.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Master being drunk and irrational

Word Count - 1026

A/n - Implied Fem!Reader. Requested by this lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy!

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“Look at you. Sneaking back after a date. That doesn’t seem like you, Y/n.”

The Master aggressively jeered as soon as you opened the door to your flat. She was sitting in your living room armchair, her legs spread wide and domineering in appearance. It was clear to you that she had moved your chair to the corner of the room, probably to look more intimidating to you once you saw her, but something seemed off. Of course, The Master intimidated you, but in a crush type of way, not in a real threat type of way. You were terrified of disappointing her. 

This was different, though. This seemed like a real threat directed at you. The Master was actively trying to scare you. One of her hands was clawed into the stuffing of the armchair and the other was gripping a nearly empty glass of orangy-brown alcohol. It looked like whisky, but you couldn’t be sure. You looked past her briefly to see a fancy alcohol bottle on one of your side tables. It was alien, so that didn’t really help you in discerning what it was, but it informed you of the fact that The Master really wanted to get drunk. If she didn’t, then she would have just drunk your Human alcohol.

“Won’t your date be jealous if they discover you staring at me like that? The Master leered at you and looked you up and down with seething anger.

“Okay, I’m going to be blunt, I have no idea what you're talking about or why you are upset, Master.”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n! You asked me to take you back to Earth urgently and specifically at this time. I planned to stop by because I was bored, as I often am when you are not around, and I see you leave your house in an extravagant outfit with a full face of makeup. You were clearly out with someone, and I want to know who they were so I can destroy them. You are my companion. You’re mine and you always will be!” 

“You really have completely misinterpreted this situation -” You laughed anxiously but The Master cut you off before you could explain.

“You dare accuse me of misunderstanding something when you have gone behind my back to fool around with some peasant!”

“All I did was go to a friend’s wedding! I didn’t go on a date.” The Master halted her aggressive, accusatory hand movements and slumped in confusion. 

“A wedding! Well, why didn’t you tell me? I love weddings! Great places to scope out new victims.”

“It’s a Human wedding.”

“But that’s still a wedding! I would have loved to go! Why not let me join you as your date?”

“Oh! I don’t know maybe because one: you hate Humans. Two: Humans would be the only race present at the wedding. And three: you hate Humans! Why would I invite you somewhere that would cause you to kill someone?”

“I wouldn’t kill anyone if you didn’t want me to. The worst I would do would be to cause a serious injury.”

“That is not any better, Master.”

“Well, technically -”

“Why are you so upset about this?”

“I don’t know. I just want to be seen with you.”

“Even if you want to kill everyone around you out of annoyance?”

“At least everyone will know that you are mine.”

“If someone close to me is getting married, then I will invite you as my plus one, okay, Master?” The Master happily nodded to you and then downed the last bit of her drink. She then tried to stand up but wobbled and fell back into your living room chair. You rushed over and helped the alien stand up. You wondered what she had been drinking and how much she had. 

“Where’s your TARDIS?”

“Down the street.” Since The Master’s TARDIS was too far away, you just decided to let her stay in your bedroom to sleep off her drunkenness.

“Well, how did you get in here?”

“Sonic laser. Very good at opening windows.”

“Okay, you’ll be fixing that once you are sober.” 

Eventually, the two of you struggled and sloshed to your bedroom. You tried to get some information out of The Master about the best way to take care of her in her drunken state, but she wasn’t incredibly coherent. The alcohol seemed to be hitting her all at once and she just seemed overjoyed about the fact you promised to bring her as your date for an upcoming wedding. 

You brought The Master a giant glass of water and made her drink a good portion of it before you forced her to change out of her incredibly fancy outfit. You gave The Master some of your sleep clothes and moved to give her some privacy. But she wanted you to stay with her in case she fell. You saw through her lie, though. She was a bad liar when drunk. The Master obviously wanted you to see her half-naked. You also changed into some sleep clothes, which caused The Master to fumble and ogle you drunkenly for a moment. But after many drunken delays, you and The Master crawled into bed and snuggled up together. You were shocked again; The Master was incredibly cuddly when drunk.

“Master, I don’t want to upset you, but I was offered to bring a plus one to this wedding.”

“Well, why didn’t you invite me if you had the opportunity to bring your own guest?” The Master’s head jolted upward in order to look you in the eye.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you hate Humans, Master?”

“But I like you. No other Humans matter because I like you.” The Master slumped forward and cuddled into your chest. You tried your best to not become flustered by this action or The Master’s confession.

“I like you, too, Master.”

“Promise to invite me in the future?”

“I promise. Now we should get some sleep, especially you.”

“Ugh fine, but only because you are the one telling me to do so. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Master. Sleep well.”

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || KIND HEARTED

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar error, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1339

| published : 14 november

| request : could i request an imagine w/ sukuna where itadori’s best friend is just so welcoming of sukuna and tries to include him when they do things? like they’re just hanging out and she goes “sukuna would you like to try this” and she holds up a piece of food to his cheek so sukuna can try it and it just warms the curse’s cold dead heart bc she’s genuinely trying <3

| barista’s notes : i kinda went a little off track with this imagine ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request) and that you have an amazing day! please come back again soon ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

“You know, I think curses spirits have emotions”

“Mother, what in the world are you talking about? They don’t have feelings, they kill without remorse and try to gain power from their greed”

“Y/N dear, how are curses formed?”

“Negative emotions that results in cursed energy leaking from the bodies of humans”

“See ‘emotions’ is in the sentence dear”

“‘Humans’ mother, you forgot the word ‘humans’ was also in the sentence”

Back then you had no idea what your mother was suggesting or saying at that time. Curses having emotions? What was that all about? You knew from previous missions that some curses were intelligent from being able to take hostages to some being able to talk but other than that you still couldn’t comprehend what she was trying to communicate to you.

“You know the Legend of Sukuna?”

Looking up from your book, you stared at your mother - who was sitting on the opposite end of the room with a cup of tea in her hands - with a somewhat nonchalant but surprised expression on your face wondering why she brought up such a topic that was feared by most jujutsu sorcerers

“You used to tell me about it when I was younger, why are you bringing it up now?” you asked curiously, as you closed your book before gently placing it on your lap.

“We all know that the curse was a human before his fingers became cursed objects, don’t we? How do you think he felt when he was killed?”

You were about to answer her before you shut your mouth completely, not sure on how to even answer that question. How could you? No one knows the whole story to even come to a conclusion for that question, you have to interrupt the story in your own way to make one yourself? Wouldn’t he have been enraged when he was killed, annoyed at the fact that he lost in a way? Or was he unsettled? 

“Personally from my perspective, I think he would have been vexed at the fact that he somewhat lost, you mother?”

“I think the same as you, but I have a small feeling that he was upset for some reason, I’m not sure why though”

                                              ꕥ

You still have that assumption till this day. However, you were a little more open about your mother’s thoughts and took them into account sometimes when you were debating on the subject on your own. However, there was a slight shift in your opinion once Itadori Yuji unexpectedly came into your life.

The first time you meant the boy was when Gojo came back with him carrying him and Fushiguro back to Jujutsu high, confusing you completely on what was going on. For someone who was sent to just retrieve a cursed object, Fushiguro looked completely beat up and that worried you completely on what he had encountered during his time away. However, Gojo just couldn’t read the room.

“Yo Y/N, what is my favourite student doing at a time like this? It’s quite late you know,” he greeted you with a smile, before plopping Fushiguro on the ground.

“Sensei, now’s not the time to play with me, what the hell is going on?” you muttered annoyingly before using reserve curse energy to heal some of Fushiguro’s wounds.

After some time of your playful teacher explaining what was going on, you came to the conclusion that the boy ate the cursed object that Fushiguro was supposed to collect causing him to become Sukuna’s vessel as a consequence.

“So what you’re saying is that Fushiguro failed to get the object in the end,” you commented as you pointed at your close friend, leading to Gojo giving you an ‘okay’ sign telling you that you were technically correct.

“Was that all you got from the whole explanation Y/N?” Fushiguro irritatedly asked, causing you to lightly giggle before apologising to him.

                                              ꕥ

However, after that night, you made the decision to become friends with the teenager as you didn’t want him to feel completely isolated on his situation right now - he did leave everything behind to come to Tokyo - and with everything that was going to happen to him, you wanted him to live a happy life with people surrounding him before his execution after he ate all 20 fingers. What you didn't realise was this friendship would lead to you guys to have a sister and brother type of bond.

You and Itadori did everything together from going on missions together with Nobara and Fushiguro to randomly going out to do some shopping or showing him around Tokyo. As time went on, you decided to fully take in your mother’s opinion. You slowly included Sukuna in some of the activities that both of you would be participating in - usually this would involve you asking for his opinion on something, even if he sometimes gave a rude response.

“Do you think Sukuna is a pork or beef type of guy?” you randomly asked, as you lifted up your chopsticks that held a piece of cooked beef to Itadori’s cheek. “Sukuna, would you like to try this?” you kindly asked, leading to the curse to take a bite of the meat before his mouth disappeared like it didn’t appear in the first place.

“I never really asked, but why are you so kind to Sukuna? I mean he is a curse, after all, ain't sorcerers like you supposed to like, hate them?” Itadori asked in a confused tone, causing you to look up away from the meat that you were cooking to the boy that had asked you that question. 

To be honest, you weren’t so sure how to answer his question, just like the same situation that you were years ago when your mother asked you that question. How could you answer this time around? How could you answer this question now?

“Personally from my perspective, I guess I took in some consideration towards anyone’s emotions,” you casually answered, before going back to the meat that was cooking on the grill, leaving Itadori confused yet somewhat understanding what you were trying to say.

                                             ꕥ

Sukuna on the other hand was confused about what you were trying to interrupt to his annoying vessel as he sat quietly in his Innate Domain. Ever since the beginning of your friendship with Itadori, you had been nothing but kind-hearted toward him making him wonder what your intentions were from the start. However, over time he began to discover that’s what you were naturally. You were naturally just a kind-hearted person that was trying to become acquainted with him. You were generally trying.

It was hard to recall the last time he had someone to confide in - if there was anyone he even confided in at all - you were someone that took his emotions into consideration, you always question his reason for power, greed and destruction, instead of assuming that he was born with his sadistic nature. He still remembers that time you were able to somehow get close to him during his fight with Fushiguro and heal Itadori’s heart with no issues at all - making him intrigued on how powerful your reserve energy was. However, he remembers what you said to him as your hand was placed on top of the wound on his chest.

“Listen, I have no idea what caused you to become the man that you are today, I have no idea what pain you went through before your death 1000 years ago, I have no idea what you are feeling right now and I’ll try my best to understand” you quickly stated just as your curse began to revive his heart, “but right now, there is no way in hell am I going to let you kill Itadori, you got that Sukuna!”

That. That caused his cold empty heart to suddenly become warm.

Your kind-heartedness was the reason he began to reach out to you.

He wanted to cherish that trait of yours.

You were kind-hearted.

[darthzero22]

Hello. I was wondering if you could write Hunter x reader / bad batch x reader. But mostly Hunter. I have an idea where the reader becomes a prisoner of the Empire at the end of episode 14 of season 1 instead of Hunter. Hunter himself feels guilty that he could not protect her and that he had to leave her behind at her own request to leave the planet Daro. But Omega and his brothers tell him that they will come back for her. Because she would have done the same for them.

Oh, that's a beautiful and sad idea 💕😭 @athenaowl585

Hunter x F!Reader 

In order for your squad to get out alive, you sacrificed yourself. You let the Empire's soldiers catch you and take you prisoner, and at all times you disobeyed Hunter's orders.

Warning: Angst 

"We are not going to do that!" Hunter's voice sounded desperate. “We're coming for you, no matter what!”

"You heard Tech! The ship won't hold much longer. Leave me!" you sounded so determined, through the comm.

"Negative! We won't leave you... I won't leave you!"

"Hunter, we have to drop into hyperspace now!" Tech said.

“Turn around! We have to go back for her!” Omega said, also desperate.

"We're not leaving her, Tech! Come back, that's an order!”

"I'm sorry, Hunter, buy you have to do it..." you said.

"No, Y/N! I won't..."

"Please, go! I will find a way to get back to you!"

You were afraid of what would happen to you, but you were determined to stay behind as long as they managed to escape.

“Y/N, no!”

“I promised to protect you, Hunter, and that's what I will do... Go!” 

Hunter never listened to your orders when your life was at risk, but when he heard you so determined to sacrifice yourself so that they would come out alive, it broke his heart and he decided to listen to you this time. He closes his eyes tightly and only gestures to Tech with his hand, giving him permission to activate hyperspace. In less than two seconds, the Marauder was gone from Daro's atmosphere.

The Marauder was on its way to Ord Mantell for repairs. No one was talking, no doubt what had happened affected everyone, especially Hunter. Even Gregor, who once tried to speak, did not dare. He assumed you were very important to them. They were all quiet for at least five minutes, maybe more. Omega was obviously affected, but also worried about Hunter. He had gone to the back of the ship and did not want to talk to anyone.

The ship didn't feel the same without you.

"But he needs..."

"You have to give him space, Omega" Echo sighs. "He needs to be alone”

"Why? We are all affected! We leave Y/N behind!" she had a few tears in her eyes. "And we never leave our people behind... We have to go get her!"

"Technically it is the second time that...”

Echo looks at Tech with a raised eyebrow and a frown.

“Sorry... It's not the right time, I know" Tech said.

"Omega, you need to focus. The ship is in no condition right now to go anywhere else. It needs repairs"

"Echo, the kid is right! We have to go for Y/N!" Wrecker said.

"Wrecker"

"Don't you see it? Y/N sacrificed herself for us!”

“I know!”

“We didn't help her! We abandoned her! We have..."

"And you think I don't care!?" Echo's shout surprised those in the cockpit. "I care and I'm mad at myself for not doing anything to stop Y/N from making that decision! She allowed us to save ourselves and we left her behind... Of course I feel more than terrible, Wrecker!”

That shut Wrecker up. No doubt everyone was affected by the decision you made, but the most affected was Hunter. He was in the back of the ship sitting on a box with his head down, and in his hand was his communicator, which he clenched. To his mind came the countless times he promised you that he would protect you, something he couldn't do a few minutes ago. He abandoned you, he left you behind and it devastated him. In a moment he covers his eyes with one hand.

Without you, he felt lost.

Hunter never needed someone so badly. He needed you and he had lost you because of his plan. He remembered the last thing you told him, that you were going to keep your promise to protect him, but he couldn't protect you. Tears begin to flow from his eyes. 

His chest ached badly, his heart ached badly, and his senses betrayed him. He had never felt so broken.  

“I’m so sorry, Y/N...” 

The truth is that the last thing he needed was to be alone. Omega knew that.

“I have to talk to him" Omega said. 

“I don't recommend you do that. Hunter practically doesn't want to talk to anyone” Tech said. 

“I don't care. Hunter shouldn't be alone. He needs company"

That was more than true. Suffering the loss of a loved one was horrible, that’s why Omega goes with Hunter. He knew she was getting close, but doesn't raise his head. He kept looking at the floor.

“Hunter"

Hunter didn’t respond either. Omega didn't know what to say, she had never seen him like this.

“We will bring her back, Hunter”

Now Hunter wrinkles his nose and closes his eyes tightly for a moment. What if the Empire did something to you? You were a traitor to them and he saw what the Empire did to traitors. Those thoughts were going through his mind. 

“Please, Hunter, talk to me... I am sad too"

Hearing that was enough to make Hunter look at Omega. The poor girl had tears on her cheeks, so he carefully brushes them away. When he finishes wiping away her tears, he sighs and looks back down at the floor. 

“I left her behind, Omega...”

“But it wasn't your fault!"

“Yes it was! I leave one of us behind again...”

“You would never leave Y/N!”

“You don't understand... I have always promised Y/N that I would protect her, that nothing bad would happen to her. I failed her as a sergeant, I failed her as a partner... I failed her!”

“You didn’t fail her" she rests a hand on his shoulder. “We all feel guilty about leaving Y/N behind, but we are willing to go for her”

“How?”

“I don’t know...” 

"Me neither, kid...” he covers his eyes with his hand. 

“But what I do know is that we will look for a way. We always find a way! And Y/N would do the same for us... She would do the same for you" 

Hunter does not respond. To say he felt terrible was really an understatement. Omega could see it, could feel it. 

“Hunter...” she hugs his arm. 

It was more than obvious what Hunter was doing now, the fact that he covered his eyes with one hand indicated it.

“Just let me, kid. I need to... think" his voice was slightly cracked. 

“I will not leave you...”

“Omega...”

“No! Believe me when I tell you that we are going to bring her back”

Hunter removes his hand from his eyes and looks at Omega. He had slightly red eyes.

“Hunter, Y/N will be back with us. She is one of us" 

She was determined, he had never seen her like this. He sigh and brings his hand now to her head. Obviously they were going to come after you, he didn't doubt it at any moment, but he doubted how.

“Omega is right. We are not going to leave Y/N. We will go after her, no matter what " Echo appears with the others.

“Yeah! Let's bring her back with us!” Wrecker said.  

“We just need to repair the ship for it. Ord Mantell is the only place we can go" Tech was always with his datapad. 

“See? We're all ready to go after Y/N, sergeant” Omega said, with a smile. 

Hunter didn’t smile, but nods and stands up. He wasn't going to give up, he was going to bring you back to them no matter what, he was going to bring you back to his side.