#mostly because it's probably going to be lighter in tone

[lover-of-mine]

Hello and welcome to Anna thinks they just kickstarted Eddie's queer arc and *coldplay starts to play* it was all yellow (and blue). (metas on the blue and yellow here and here if you feel like reading)

I feel like at this point I have made the point that I think Eddie's queer arc is gonna be yellow where Buck's was blue very clear (post on that here, more on the theory applied to buddie here), so I'm watching for any amount of blue or yellow around Eddie. The whole thing comes back to the way 704 is very blue and yellow and the climax of Buck's bi arc, the coming out scene since it's the one scene Buck chooses to come out, is also blue and yellow, but Buck himself is blue.

This actually starts in the locker room in 701 tho, but we have established that Buck is blue, so they are in the wrong colors. They're also in the wrong colors during the will reveal, which is interesting if they follow through it this particular symbolism the way I'm expecting them to.

The will reveal is interesting because they don't match their backgrounds the way Buck does in the coming out scene, but the backgrounds have the right colors, but I digress.

The thing is, the thing that I keep waiting to happen, happened. The sandy yellow shirt. Something about Buck's journey to blue, is that he is in darker shades of blue while Eddie is in neutral tones, mostly black, until he reaches a shade of blue that's basically the color of Oliver's eyes, so it's a brighter color.

So my working theory is that Eddie is gonna mirror that, and we will have Buck in neutral tones while Eddie finds his golden yellow, that right now I'm 90% positive will be the shade behind him in the coming out scene, but Eddie's arc will be lighter shades working up to the darker ones. And this is a promising start.

But I wanna talk about Eddie's arc on the episode. Because his arc is blue and yellow, but he's drowning in blue. Which is the wrong color. And not just because the uniforms are blue.

Something in particular that's intriguing me is the fact that they changed the waiting room of the hospital, so it is yellowish now, where it used to be a more neutral blue color.

Something else is the fact that this is the school from 504, an episode called home and away, that has "you're the guy who likes to fix things" conversation, where we actually discuss the way blood family knows you differently than a significant other. So we have a few s5 callbacks going on, and I feel like this will be a pattern, even though I don't think Eddie is in route for another full breakdown, I think deconstructing parts of who he is will have a lot of callbacks to his s5 arc.

The dialogue of the ambulance scene is very interesting too, because Eddie is talking about fixing someone's heart in less-than-ideal circumstances, and he actually manages to pull it off after some struggle. I'm probably reading too much into it, but the fifty/fifty on 2 attempts is making me 👀 because if we take this to the more metaphorical possible Eddie and his own heart, unless we are talking Buck, he failed all times, but it interesting to think Shannon vs Buck since Ana and Marisol where superficial relationships. Considering what we know, how young he was and the way his relationship with Shannon got to serious to fast vs the way Buck squeezed his way into his life and Eddie did take some leaps of faith in less than ideal conditions, I can see a symbolism hidden there.

The talk with Bobby is also interesting because of the whole yellowish setting and the implication that the issue can be traced to the mustache, and since we know the mustache is gonna be important for Eddie's character in the following episodes.

But the thing that had me screaming was actually the shop scene. I wrote a meta on this (you can read it here) but 911 uses blue and red for parenting issues. And the shop, the car the dad is working on, and the equipment are blue and red. And that makes sense, they are talking about parenting. Eddie is there as a father, at least at first.

And all of this is happening while Eddie is in white.

After they go outside, while Eddie is talking about being a father in a more detached manner, he is surrounded by the blue and red, even though the chair is yellow.

But while the dad is talking about his struggle understanding his kid, he is blue and yellow. This is interesting even though I don't want to sit here and say that Weston is queer just based on the fact that he's a cheerleader, because yes, the blue and yellow is used for Buck, but is also used for henren, and if we expand on the 911verse, it is also used for tarlos, so the metaphor there.

And attached to all the struggles Eddie has expectations that were placed on him, and specifically 517 where Eddie talks about his father not wanting to seem weak, and how that obviously affected the way Eddie grew up and how he moves on to defending Weston by saying he survived something he knows soldiers who wouldn't, we have something here. Because we don't have the focus on the red anymore once Eddie starts talking.

The green elements of the scene are interesting in the same way I said the orange is interesting about the birthday party (read that one here). Eddie is a green character, I feel like a lot of us associate him with army green, but if I'm right about the color theory we have going, Eddie can't live his life as a secondary color. That's where getting to his yellow comes in.

Eddie needs to move on from that. We talked a lot about the green army armor, with that jacket he wears when Shannon dies and when he leaves the 118 (first 2 pictures up here) so he needs to stop hiding behind the green. And the green is there, but it is out of focus, it's not supposed to be the main thing even tho it does take a lot of space in Eddie's frame. Mostly because you can see the yellow very clearly behind the dad, but not the green car behind Eddie, the edges are blending, which is good. He is moving in the right direction.

He also ends the episode drowning in blue again, which, yk, wrong color.

He's also in the same color he was in 506 after the whole kidnapping and yet another moment Eddie risks everything because there's a kid involved. But this time he can't go home to his kid. Someone give him Chris back right now (set on this parallel here).

So, since Buck's queer arc was blue and yellow, and Eddie just started an arc with those, I am choosing to believe they just kickstarted Eddie's queer arc.

That's all for today, if you read this I love you 💜

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the unveiling

buttercup, chapter five

a/n: I mean, I just had to make him wear the black suit.... (said in a foreshadowing way)

summary: you only mustered two steps down the stairs before you spotted a surprising, yet familiar masked man sprawled out on the living room floor, unconscious and bleeding.

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, the black daredevil suit, injuries, kissing, dirty talk, fingering, protected sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms

word count: 3236

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Your eyes fluttered shut a moment as you felt the cool night breeze caress your features. You hadn’t bothered with a coat, so it was simply a woollen blanket you clutched around your pyjamas. 

Jumping slightly, you whirled around as you heard one of the doors up to the rooftop creak open. 

“Oh!” you clutched your chest as you discovered the identity of the intruder, “it’s just you.” 

“Hey,” Matt closed the door that led directly down into his loft. 

“I was just about to call you actually, or knock on your door, but then I figured that you were probably asleep,” you eyed the dark sweatpants he wore as well as the t-shirt that clung to his brawny arms as he stepped closer to where you stood, a vision that caused sinful thoughts to stir within your mind, “how did you know I was up here?”

“Uh, I didn’t,” his touch found your lower back as he reached you, “I just heard a noise.”

“Well, it’s just me,” you turned your gaze back to the night sky. 

Tilting his head, he checked, “you okay?”

“Yeah, just couldn’t sleep,” you nodded, “but I’m okay.”

His eyes twitched slightly as the faintest of smiles threatened at his lips, “so you didn’t wanna call me because something was wrong.”

“No…” you bit down on your smile, “I was just thinking about you…” the smug smirk that then bloomed on his face caused you to instantly chuckle with regret, “oh, that came out sounding a lot more dirty than I intended it to,” the meaning behind your words had been dirty, but he didn’t have to revel in it. Curling his arm around you, his laughter mixed and mingled with your own as you soon exhaled, “man, I should probably head back to bed soon, try and give sleep another chance. I just–, urgh,” you let out an adorable groan and buried your face in his broad shoulder, “I don’t wanna leave now that you’re here.”

“I mean, you don’t have to, if you don’t want,” he suggested, his tone staying on the lighter side as to not build up any pressure, “you’re welcome to come sleep in my bed if you want to.”

“O-oh,” your gaze fluttered up to flicker across his face, “alright, sure.” 

Stepping inside and descending the creaky staircase, the living room was lit up in bright fluorescent shades of lavender by the huge billboard directly outside. Letting the blanket around you drop to the coffee table, you eyed Matt’s dark bedroom before his hand found yours. 

“What side do you prefer to sleep on?” you asked as you neared the dusty grey linens adorning his bed. 

“I’m fine with either,” his fingers gently brushed across your knuckles before you let go of him. 

“Alright,” you slipped in under the silky covers on the side of the bed nearest to you. As he crawled in on the other side, you drew in a sharp breath, “well,” tugging your knees up further towards your chest, you didn’t dare to twist and look at him even though you wished for so much more than a glimpse, “goodnight, Matt.”

His knuckles briefly found your back, caressing it just for a second before he uttered, “night.”

You had never been further from slumber than you were lying there in Matt’s bed. Just the knowledge of him resting right behind you had you hyper-aware of everything. Lying as still as a rock…your ragged breathing… your wild pulse… but mostly the throbbing between your thighs…

Turning slowly to lie on your back, your hand came down to rest on the mattress but landed instead on Matt’s gently closed fist. Instinctively, you yanked it back, recoiled from his warmth just a second before you carefully let your fingers shyly slide across the covers to find him again. The coy dance beneath the duvet was playful till his digits unravelled and welcomed yours. 

“…Matt?” your voice came out no louder than a whisper. 

“Yeah?” 

Glancing over at his visage in the darkness, you asked, “are you very tired?” 

With a gentle smile blooming on his lip, a soft shake tilted his head from side to side against the pillow, “no.”

Curling closer, his arms tangled around you in an instant. When your lips brushed against each other at first, for a while it was just this sweet and slow midnight kiss, nothing more, nothing less. But when you nuzzled in nearer, the simple peck grew into something much more heated. 

Your leg curled up over his hip, gliding it lavishly against him as his tongue slid across your own. His strong arms felt so incredible around you, but you wanted more, you needed more. 

On an exhale, he rolled onto his back, but you weren’t quite sure if he had dragged you with him or if you had clung to him, perhaps a mixture of both. All you knew was that now you were sprawled out on top of him, completely melted against his chest as his lips were still locked with yours.

When you adjusted yourself slightly and shifted down further, your hips instinctively rolled enticingly as you settled atop of his growing hardness, already straining against his sweatpants and desperate to be hugged by your warmth. He let out a low groan as his wide palms slid down the length of your spine and over the curve of your ass. 

Parting briefly, you breathed, “Matt?”

“Hm?” he hummed as his lips nipped at your jaw. 

“You sure you’re not tired?” your eyes threatened to flutter shut. 

“I’m sure,” his hands slid back up to your waist as he let his kisses fade.

Blinking down at him in the darkness, you felt as if your heart could burst out of your chest at any moment, “do you wanna, maybe–, uhm… you know…”

“Do you want to?” his thumb soothingly circled your side and your hips unintentionally rolled once more. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

Your confirmation caused a smile to tug at his lips as he uttered, “okay.”

“Can I–…” your teeth briefly caught your bottom lip, “can I take your shirt off?”

A warm chuckle rumbled within his chest as he nodded lightly. Sitting up, your frame followed along as you didn’t shift to get out of his lap. As your fingers dug into the soft cotton of his t-shirt, he let you pull it off of him yourself. 

You couldn’t make out too many of the fine details that decorated his physic, but perhaps that was a good thing, perhaps that’d make it easier. You could always study every millimetre of him later. Right now, the dim vision of him the night granted you was more than enough to turn you into a puddle. 

Running your hands over his bare skin, they only stayed a moment before straying away from the warmth to yank your own top off. 

One of his hands swiftly soared up and gently caught one of your boobs. A shuttering moan flew from your lips, inadvertently letting Matt know that his intuitive move wasn’t unwelcome, allowing his assurance to grow as he permitted his caresses to move more freely. 

Seizing your lips as he softly squeezed your peak, his kisses then began to migrate and dance down the column of your neck till they reached your tits, his palm cupping one closer to his attentive mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered as his lips enclosed around one of your pebbly nipples, his tongue swirling over it before he nipped, causing your core to clench around nothing. 

You couldn’t help but stuff a hand into your pyjama pants and offer yourself an ounce of relief. 

Gliding his touch down to your bottom, his fingers fleetingly dug into your ass before they slid up to your hips, hooking his digits in the fabric. And with his face still buried in your tits, littering the soft skin with hickeys, Matt slightly tugged at your waistband, “do you want these off?”

Your answer came out sounding breathy, “yes,” before you stopped playing with yourself as he then helped pull both your pants and the soaked underwear beneath them off. 

As you settled back down into his lap, he pulled you in and seized your lips. Fingers finding your glistening folds once more, his soon joined yours, digits briefly weaving before your own touch began to falter and you let him take over entirely. 

Your head tilted back when he eased a finger inside of your creamy cunt, your juices swiftly coated his digit and dripped down his hand as he caressed you at an overwhelmingly slow pace. His touch made you feel as if you were floating on a cloud and you were already so far gone that when he filled you up with another finger, dreamily giving your eager pussy just a little bit more, you tumbled over the edge. 

Eyes only half open as you watched him curve down to plant soft kisses all along your ribs, both of his solid arms wrapped around you and keeping you up as you panted, “do you have a condom?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, “you wanna keep going?”

“Please,” your fingers then tried to push down the remainder of his clothing, “I wanna feel you,” he swiftly aided your efforts and slipped his dark sweatpants off, “I wanna feel all of you.”

Reaching a long arm over into the nightstand’s drawer, Matt fished out a little foil packet. Your foreheads joined and pressed up against one another as he rolled the latex on. 

His fingers grasped onto the base of his girth, silkily stroking himself as you supported your wobbly balance on his broad shoulders, steadying yourself as you raised your hips further up. Reaching a hand down, your touch met his as he teased his tip against your puff, nudging at your swollen clit before parting your petals in a lush motion. Your palm briefly floated up to your mouth and collected a dollop of saliva before you lowered it back down, only taking a second to glisten his throbbing cock up with it before you dragged him down towards your entrance. 

“Oh my god…” you moaned shakily as you slowly began to sink down upon him, shallowly at first as his arm tightened around your waist to support you, “fuck…” 

Trailing his other palm up your quivering thigh, he groaned, “that’s it, take your time,” before his fingers settled where you united, “fuck, you’re doing so good,” he rolled your clit slowly under his calluses, your nectar dripping down his length as you gradually slid further down.

When his dick eventually settled so deep within you that you thought the night sky would appear on the ceiling of his bedroom, you pressed a breathless kiss to his lips. 

As you gave his shoulders a slight push, his frame rested back down against the mattress and you followed suit. Tits smooshed down against his chest, his fingers had disappeared from your puffy pearl as you just stayed there a moment, frozen as you took in the staggering sensation of what he felt like buried so deep inside of you that it made you lightheaded.

“This,” you uttered thickly, “this is what I thought about earlier,” your laboured breaths fanned across his face, “and you wanna know what?”

“What?” his answer flowed from him swiftly.

A smile bloomed on your lips as your hips began to roll, “my imagination couldn’t even come close to how amazing you feel.”

As you found a gentle pace, a low moan escaped Matt’s lips as the details of his cock dragged against your silky walls, “christ, sweetheart,” he couldn’t help but buck up into you, an instinct that earned him a lewd whimper of approval.

Keeping up his own efforts, you briefly stole a sloppy peck from him before your spine straightened back up and you established a new and intoxicating rhythm. 

“Fuck, that’s it, there you go,” he grunted as you rode him, the majority of his length never strayed from the warmth of your pussy as you electrically rolled and rocked atop of him, “atta girl,” his fingers dug into your hips, “god, you feel so good, fucking perfect.”

As your fingers lowered to find your clit, the bouncing pace you’d found slowly began to waver as you felt yourself begin to near the end once more. Your form then collapsed back down against his as your hips tried and failed to keep up the same euphoric pattern you’d found before. 

But as soon as Matt’s hips thrust beneath you, effortlessly hitting a molten spot deep within you that you’d barely managed before on your own, all of your brief worries melted away. 

“Matt-,” your face smooshed against his chest as you panted, “h-holy shit!”

Holding your hips steady, he ravenously bucked up into you, “please keep making those noises for me, sweetheart,” his low growl harmonised with the lewd melody of his desperate efforts, “you sound so fucking good.”

As you felt your pussy clamper around him so hard it nearly halted his movements completely, your fingers sought out your nipples in a harsh pinch, trembling above him and crying out as you came undone. 

With how tight your cunt clenched down around his throbbing girth, even if Matt didn’t wish for the marvellous moment to end just yet, perhaps fantasise about dragging it out till the sun rose, he couldn't help it as your pussy milked him so perfectly of all of his worth and he joined you in the boneless tangle of satisfaction. 

Sluggishly, you clung to him, utterly melted atop of his frame even as he carefully pulled out and nimbly snaked an arm between your limp forms to peel off the spent condom and toss it. 

His chest rose and fell with every deep breath beneath your head as he eventually asked, “how do you feel?” 

Letting yourself ponder a second and uncover the answer through your haze, you only found yourself thawing further down against him as you let your eyes flutter shut and uttered, “safe.”

Rain hammered against the windows as you rushed out of the door. The sun was nowhere to be seen yet, but your day had already begun. 

As you locked your front door with a dull click, a worrying thud halted your feet from scurrying along. 

Whirling your head around, you glanced to the source of the concerning crash, at your neighbour’s door, before slowly walking up and letting your fist softly collide with it. There never came an answer, not even when you tried again, that time more forcefully.

Unable to shake that unsettling concern off of you, your feet carried you up to the roof and the apartment’s emergency exit. As your fingers enclosed around the cold knob, you momentarily snapped yourself out of your unease.  

Maybe something wasn’t wrong. Maybe Matt hadn’t hurt himself and desperately needed help. Maybe, even though your ears had interpreted the sound as something troublesome, it could have just been that he wasn’t alone, that perhaps you weren’t the only girl he let into his bed, perhaps one more prone to making a ruckus. 

Either way, it wasn’t under any circumstances appropriate for you to not only invade his privacy, but literally break into his home, yet you still found your fingers slowly twisting the door handle. 

Just one peek. If he didn’t need someone to call for an ambulance, then you’d slip right back out, even if whatever the true cause was broke your heart. 

You only mustered two steps down the stairs before you spotted a surprising, yet familiar masked man sprawled out on the living room floor, unconscious and bleeding.

You scarcely breathed as you slowly neared him. Even in the low pre-dawn light, you were able to make out the slashes that tore up parts of his black suit. Carefully, you kneeled down beside him as your eyes scanned over his wounded frame. 

You had to do something. The vigilante had saved your life, so the very least you could do was repay him the favour. 

Spotting a trickle of crimson drip down from beneath his black mask, streaking down across his gruff jaw, with a trembling hand you pulled the mask further up to get a better look at how grave the injury was, only for you to discover who was hiding behind the disguise.

“…Matt?”

Settled on the couch and with a dark blanket draped over him, only covering some of the scars the darkness hadn’t let you spot previously, Matt stirred awake. 

From one of the armchairs, you hugged your knees closer to your chest as you uttered, “hi,” your voice came out sounding small and fragile.

Freezing up, Matt’s head tilted toward you, “Y/n?” he cautiously spoke, “what–… when did you get here?”

“A few minutes before Foggy did,” his friend had shown up, concerned out of his mind when Matt hadn’t answered his phone after recklessly throwing himself into a stupidly dangerous plan. He’d stayed a while, for as long as he could till he eventually had to leave, “I heard a noise, thought something was wrong and you needed help…”

“You–… you know…” he stated, and you just let your crushing silence confirm it, “…did you patch me up?” 

“No, that was a friend of yours that Foggy called–, Claire I think, but that was a while ago. You were out cold for a really long time,” you averted your gaze and stared down at your hands, letting the silence momentarily consume the space before you hesitantly opened your mouth once more, “…how do you–… Foggy tried to explain to some extent, but how do you–, how do you do it?” 

“It’s complicated,” he said slowly, letting out a hushed groan as he carefully pushed himself up to a seated position. 

“Complicated, how?” 

A low exhale flowed from his lips before he uttered, “…I know that yesterday you worked with strawberries. You didn’t eat any, but I can still smell them beneath your fingernails from when you cut them up… I know you’re hungry right now and the only thing you’ve eaten since breakfast was an apple a bit ago. I can still taste it off your lips… and I know that me telling you all of that is making you uncomfortable… because I can hear your heartbeat… but I’m not scaring you.”

Blinking back at him, you saw your chest rise and fall rapidly in your periphery, “wow… I mean, Foggy did say that your senses were sharp, but that–… I can’t fucking believe it…”

Bowing his head lightly, his jaw clenched, “you have every right to be angry–”

“Angry?” you repeated, your eyes growing wide, “Matt… it’s you. It was you…” tears began to blur up your vision, “did you–… did you know who I was when I moved in here or was that first when I told you about that night?”

Staying quiet a moment, he eventually nodded, “yeah. I knew… I am so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? Matt,” rising from the chair, at an instant, you’d crossed to his side and sat down on the couch beside him, “you helped me, you saved me. That was you. You’re–…” hands drifting up to carefully cup his scruffy cheeks, you uttered, “you’re him.”

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[artharakka]

Every time I see your art I remember how much I love your colours - its just...aaaah I can't even explain it, but it's so perfect? Its..muted but not washed out? And it gives such a natural feel to the works that I adore! Do you have any proccess for determining colours?

Thank you!🧡🧡 Colours are often what I think makes or fails my drawings so either way means a lot! Sorry it took approximately a thousand years to answer but this inspired me to do an illustration to experiment and explain with. (Though as said, I don’t think I always nail the colours and I have only little formal art education etc so take with a grain of salt)

With line art, I usually fill in different sections (like character, environment in front, background) with base colours first. Most often with some orange or sienna.

And to mimic the effect that underpaint has in traditional art, I’m usually choosing the final colours by picking a colour I think would be close to the “actual” colour (like skintone), and, probably not very professionally, “mixing” that colour with the base colour by using a brush that is not 100% opaque. I’m also testing and fiddling here & usually doing some kind of colour sketch before cleaning them up.

This way the colours become a bit muted & more harmonious (though I also prefer using more muted colour schemes to begin with).

Orange “underpainting” is usually my go-to, especially when doing “neutral” light like in character sheets. If I want the piece to have a certain atmosphere or environment, I might use other base colours. Sometimes I use actual photos as inspiration or guidelines:

Note that I don’t have strict colour reference sheet where I pick my starting colours from. I’m adjusting those as well even before the sketching brushstrokes:

The skintone’s starting colour (1st one) is redder here, because green underpaint eats some of the redness away as red and green are complementary colours. The blue of the lightest shirt is also darker as the character is more shadowed in the latter version.

Here I used red as a base colour. If I had used skintone’s base colour from the green version, it would’ve been too red. Instead lighter and a bit more orange/yellow tone ends up looking more natural (even though still very red, but it doesn’t stand out that much with everything else also having a red undertone). Hair’s starting colour is also more yellow so it still looks like a blond instead of red hair.

Shadows & other details I do with the same method, just using the picked flat colour as the base colour (so for skin, picking slightly darker & usually bluer colour and painting with low opacity brush over the skintone instead of over only the orange/yellow/etc underpaint)

Here I also did highlights with the soft light layer:

I hope some of that was useful as I’m not native English nor art jargon speaker! This was also mostly my line art process, with paintings (esp. ones that aim for realism-ish look) I look more references from photos and how light & colour acts in them.

And as said, sometimes I miss and the work comes out too washed out. For example these Patreon collection icons came out too dark & colours too similar to each other. Against my dark mode drawing program it looked more vibrant, woops. I edited them a little from here, but should probably re-do them at some point.

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 69)

It seemed like the moment Tera got her fangs she became obsessed with using them.

It had been multiple weeks of wrangling her to let things go, to not utterly destroy every blanket, pillow, toy, or random chunks of metal she found. She was like a puppy, using her fangs as an extra hand to feel out the world with her mouth.

Both Uzi's and N's hands were covered in tiny bite marks, Tera would never truly try to bite either of them, but that didn't mean she didn't nibble and knaw at their hands whenever she got the chance, like love bites, only slightly more painful.

It didn't help that Uzi's mood was already on an extremely short emotional fuse. She was constantly tired, her back ached and she was utterly sick of getting sick. More was coming out of her then she was putting in, and yet she was still gaining weight.

Month two of her pregnancy was looking to be a worse rehash of month one, where she was decidedly less worried and emotionally vulnerable and much more pissed beyond measure.

V was also sticking around more.

It was weird.

They lived side by side, so they'd always seen quite a bit of her, even if it was only passing conversation as they went to and from wherever they were going. But now V was inviting herself over. Offering to help with Tera, or asking if she needed oil, or something to eat, or just… being considerate.

Uzi wasn't sure what exactly was going on with her. But V also refused to take no for an answer. So… she was just hanging around, mostly dozing off on the couch or lazily playing with Tera, who's favorite game was now ‘tug of war’.

“Are you gonna tell me why you suddenly want to be here? Or are you just going to keep me guessing?” Uzi finally asked after the third day that week V had miraculously gotten into the apartment without her knowledge.

“Nope.” V hummed back, the ‘p’ popping as she went back to playing with the newly energized solver kit, tugging on a rope toy made for dogs.

Despite V's normal antagonistic behavior, her presence was actually incredibly… welcome.

Taking care of Tera, doing the household chores. And trying to decipher what the hell was up with Doll, before had been no problem. Was starting to get a little difficult, in part because of Tera's new penchant for destruction, but her core felt heavy and sluggish, stuttering as it used quite a bit of power to combine her and N's code together. Her core was even lighter now, becoming a light shade of lavender instead of a deep violet.

And having someone around to help, even if Uzi couldn't decipher the reason why, was not something she was going to complain about.

At this very moment though, she was washing bottles in preparation to refill them, while also replacing the rubber caps, as now they were full of bite marks and rips.

“Sooo where do you get the oil?” V asked, for the first time genuine curiosity in her voice. And Uzi didn't even turn around to answer as she scrubbed the inside of another bottle.

“Uh… the nursery?”

“No. Not the oil you drink, the oil she drinks. N was saying something about her oil needing to be filtered or, whatever.”

“Me?”

“… Do you like… prick yourself?”

“What? No. I have a side pannel that opens… did you not know?” Now Uzi turned to look at her, finding her holding Tera up in the air with one hand, away from the rope toy.

“No. Why should I know? I didn't pay too much attention to who I was killing.” V always had the tone like she didn't care or wasn't interested, but it really wasn't fooling Uzi anymore, if V truly wasn't interested, she wouldn't have asked.

“Yup. Every worker drone has a side panel, has a oil port, a charge port, everything we need to take care of kids. N doesn't have one, we checked. So you probably don't either.” She explained, thankful that it's the last time she'd have to explain this.

“Huh.”

Then there was silence again, Uzi trying to get a particularly stubborn stain off a bottle and going to town at it, growling slightly as if that would help scare it away.

When her head suddenly felt like lead.

She leaned over the sink as the feeling of extreme dizziness washed over her, her core skipping beats as her vison went blurry and her hearing faded into muffled sounds.

She dropped the bottle and it clattered against the floor, bouncing away on the tile. And gripped the side of the sink, feeling herself becoming unsteady as her legs wobbled and her stomach turned exactly once.

Then she began to fall to the side, unable to keep her balance, vison blinking out, bracing to hit the hard floor with what little withering control she had over her body.

Only she never did, something had caught her halfway down, cradling her gently and purring softly, she almost thought it was N, with how gentle they were, but he wouldn't be home for a couple more hours.

When her head stopped spinning and her core went back to its normal tempo, the first thing she felt was the plush texture of the couch, not the cold tile of the floor. And the feeling of a warm hand on her forehead.

And when her eyelights opened, she realized it was V. Holding her head to check her temperature.

What. The Fuck.

“V?”

“Oh good, you're fine.” She immediately removed her hand, but still hovering over her as V looked down at her, looking as blasé as ever.

“Why are you being so nice?”

“Why are you complaining?” V quipped back, putting a hand in her hip as Uzi sat up, and shook the lead from her head.

Uzi sighed, grumbling as she truly, honestly, did not have the energy to argue with V over her weirdness, but she guessed she shouldn't complain, as he had just been saved from hitting the floor.

“Oh whatever, thanks for catching me… I guess.” Uzi went to get back up, but V pushed her back into the couch with a decent amount of force, dropping Tera into Uzi's lap before walking over to the sink herself.

“Mmmhm.” Was all V said, before beginning to finish cleaning out the bottles herself.

With another long-suffering, confused sigh, Uzi took V's previous position of playing tug of war with Tera, letting V do whatever the hell she wanted.

Next->

[dragonnarrative-writes]

GhostGaz Week - sweet talk // missed connection

I'm so so so excited to have participated in @ghostgazweek this year! It's the first time I've done an event like this and it's brought me so much joy. To everyone who has read and commented on my work this week, thank you! I'm so excited to play with some of these concepts some more.

CW: Relationships between coworkers, mutual pining, front of house/back of house relations, Phillip Graves (derogatory), kissing, a taste of dirty talk

“Takin’ my ten,” Kyle tells his manager, pulling his phone from his pocket. Price nods, waving him off and assigning Kyle’s tables to Alex and Nova. He swings into the kitchen with an absent wave as he checks his messages and steps out back.

“’M no’ sayin’ ye have’ t’ declare yer love in front o’ the whole bloody team.”

Kyle perks up at the sound of Soap’s voice, but back-of-house gossip is going to have to wait while he tries to figure out what his off-again situationship is complaining about now. Or not - the meltdown in his messages is not worth dealing with. Just as he’s about the round the corner though, the growl of Simon’s voice freezes him.

“That’ll do, Soap.”

Kyle has to bite his lip to keep from gasping. Simon isn’t the head chef - that’s Farah - but he might as well be her right hand. He’s the glue of the weekend dinner rush. Level headed no matter what, rarely raises his voice above a raspy muttering, huge hands that Kyle has seen split an apple in half without a hint of visible effort. Whoever he dates is going to be envied by the entire front of house. Partially because he’s bloody gorgeous. But partly because he’s just the perfect man.

“Nae, yer gonna listen t’me,” Soap insists. “I promise, ‘e’s interested.”

“’E’s not,” Simon says. “Already tried flirtin’ wit’ ‘im. No dice.”

“Leavin’ a note wit’ yer phone number - in a pile of other notes with phone numbers - is no’ flirtin,” Soap says, and Kyle can imagine the despair on his face just from the tone of his voice. “Do you ken ‘ow many o’ those damn notes ‘e gets in a night?”

“Exactly. And he’s got a bird.”

“They broke up last week,” Soap hisses. “She’s shacking up with her ex.”

Kyle would snicker at how close he sounds to pulling his hair out but…

Kyle’s situationship ended last week. Because she moved in with her ex and Kyle doesn’t want to go through that roller coaster, again. And Kyle’s the flirt on shift, so he gets the most notes and phone numbers on receipts…

“’E’s got better prospects,” Simon says. Kyle hears the flick of a lighter. “Gorgeous, competent, charismatic? Kyle could have anyone.”

“And ‘e wants you, ye daft fucker,” Soap groans. “Steamin’ Jesus the two of ye. Just fuckin’ tell ‘im.”

“Tell you what,” Simon grumbles, muffled by his cigarette. “If he comes out here before my break’s done, I’ll tell ‘im.”

“Then ah’ll go in an- Oh you mother fucker! 30 seconds?”

Simon sounds amused when he says, “Tick tock.”

Kyle probably couldn’t ask for a better dramatic entrance, so he rounds the corner with a, “What’d I miss?”

Soap yelps and clutches at his chest like an old woman. Leaning against the wall, Simon looks about as surprised as he ever does, which means there’s a hunted look around his eyes, but he mostly looks tired and resigned. He settles into his thousand yard stare and takes a long drag.

“Gaz-bear!” Soap exclaims. He circles behind Kyle and shoves him forward. “Simon has something to tell you that is of a very personal nature. Do not let him distract you with talk about the kitchen! I love both of ye and ah’m tellin’ Price to fire both of ye if ye don’t talk!”

And then he’s slamming back into the kitchen, leaving Simon and Kyle alone in the alley.

He could play coy, but Kyle’s a bit giddy. “You like me, Simon?”

Simon grunts, contemplates his cigarette as he says, “Wondered ‘ow much of that you ‘eard. But don’t worry, I’ll keep professional.”

“God no.” Kyle can’t imagine anything wants less. “Tell me when you wrote me that note.”

“Dunno," Simon shrugs. "6 weeks after that shit with Graves?”

Two years ago, before Price took over, Phillip Graves had been the manager. He’d been a nightmare, harassing hostesses and firing anyone who dared to point out he was bad at his job. After the tenth straight day of a front of house person running into the kitchen to cry, pursued by Graves himself, Simon had had enough.

“I c’n make this a much more hostile working environment if tha’s what we’re aimin’ for.” The big beautiful bastard had shoved his knife a good quarter inch through a cutting board. The reverberation of the blade had rung through the painfully silent kitchen. All of the back of house looked to Farah for direction. She'd looked at Simon. Kyle, Nova, Alex, and the girl they’d been consoling by the fridges had all held their breath.

“I could fire you,” Phil spat.

“You won’t. You fuck with this kitchen, you’re losing your job,” Simon had answered. The fact that he had looked and sounded bored had scared and aroused Kyle in equal measure. “So ‘ere’s what’s going to happen - Keller and Garick are supervisors now. Pay them like it. You got a problem with front o’ house, you talk to them. Another girl comes runnin’ in here, then I‘m coming out there an’ you and I are ‘avin’ words.”

Graves had sputtered, looked around at everyone gathered, then spun on his heel and left.

Three months later, he’d gone missing. Two weeks after that, Price had arrived, greeting Farah and Simon like old friends and preparing to make the restaurant the best Kyle had ever worked at.

What did it say about Kyle that rumors that Simon had gotten rid of Graves for good only made him more attractive?

“That was more than a year ago,” Kyle says, sidling his way under Simon’s arm and leaning into him. Kyle’s not a short man, but Simon is tall and broad and warm under his work tee. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Simon takes another drag, and looks down at Kyle out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not exactly dating material. And you had a bird.”

“I would have dumped her in a heartbeat,” Kyle admits, startled when Simon barks a surprised laugh. “I would have! Fuck, I could have been sneaking out here with you for seven months? I’ll break up with her again right now.”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Simon laughs, smashing his cigarette into the wall and dropping the butt into flower pot turned butt bin. He doesn’t move his arm from around Kyle’s shoulders.

“We’re dating now,” Kyle declares. “We’re boyfriends.”

“Movin’ kinda fast,” Simon points out.

“I’ve been in love with you for more than a year. Catch up,” Kyle dismisses. “My lease is up in four months, and I’m movin’ in with you. Now kiss me.”

Simon doesn’t hesitate. His lips are just the slightest bit rough. He smells like cigarettes and spices, and he turns to bracket Kyle against the wall. One large hand finds it’s way to the small of Kyle’s back to pull him in and press their hips together.

“Fuck,” Simon growls when Kyle moans against his mouth. “Pretty, pushy thing. Gonna be this demanding all the time, Gorgeous?”

“I have a lot of time to make up for,” Kyle groans, nibbling kisses along his jaw. “You should let me blow you.”

“Oh, should I?” Simon’s rumbling laugh sends shivers down his spine. “Should let Farah and Price catch you choking on my cock?”

Well, if Kyle was half-hard before, he’s rock hard now. “God, yeah, let me.”

“Not yet,” Simon growls, and that yet sends sparks flying through Kyle’s veins. His next kisses are just this side of too rough, tongue and teeth making Kyle’s lips so sensitive. Finally, he pulls himself away to pant into Kyle’s ear, “Let me take you on a date, huh, Gorgeous? Let me take you out, wine and dine you. Wanna know all about you, wanna talk about something other than work for more than five minutes. Then I’ll take you home and lay you out. Kiss you all over, suck that gorgeous cock of yours, yeah?"

“Jesus,” Kyle hisses. He tries to rock his hips into Simon’s, but strong hands hold him back. “Yeah, okay, yeah. Kiss me again.”

Simon laughs, dips down to give Kyle another closed-mouthed kiss. “Gotta head back in.”

“No,” Kyle pants. “Kiss me again.”

Simon growls into the next kiss and shifts to press his whole front into Kyle. When he pulls back, he presses a thumb against Kyle’s lips. “Be patient, Gorgeous. Gotta get through work tonight.”

He knows he’s pushing it, but, “…kiss me again.”

Simon’s lips are achingly gentle for a moment and then they’re gone as he takes a step back. “’M goin’ inside, now.”

“Thai food after work?” Kyle pants.

Simon chuckles and adjusts himself. “Yeah.” He swoops in for another brief peck. “It’s a date.”

[gremoria411]

How to get into Gundam

Because fuck it, I was gonna do one of these sooner or later anyway.

So you want to know what this Gundam thing’s about, maybe you like the mecha design, maybe you caught part of an episode one time and want to catch up, or maybe you saw a nice piece of Chamuro fanart and want to go to the source.

But there’s so many shows and timelines that it can be quite daunting on first look, so this guide is intended to give a rough overview.

I would however like to stress two four things beforehand however:

This guide is not intended as “The One True Way” or anything. There’s no harm it coming into it a different way, and these are only my own opinions.

There’s nothing stopping you from just watching one show and leaving it there. You don’t have to watch every single show going, even I’ve only seen most of these, not all. Gundam typically has variations on similar themes - it’s very nice watching multiple shows because they complement one another, but it’s not necessarily required.

I am very much an insider looking out here, so let me know if there’s any details I’ve missed.

I’m not gonna recommend these on a “if you like X, then watch Y basis”, mostly because I don’t personally find genre recommendations helpful, so I’d recommend picking based on promotional material (vibes, if you will).

I’ll be using this chart, supplied by the excellent@l-crimson-l, to illustrate everything.

Gundam as a whole can principally be divided into three sections: Universal Century (or UC), the Alternate Universes (AU’s) and the Build Series.

The AU’s are below the light blue line, near the bottom of the Chart, the Build Series is within the bright green line at the top-right corner of the chart and UC is the big line in the middle. We’ll talk about each of them individually.

The AU’s

The Alternate Universes were conceived as a way to get away from the continuity-heavy nature of Universal Century and provide an easy jumping-on point for new fans. The AU’s are standalone and require no prior knowledge, and are thus an excellent place to start. Honestly, I’d recommend quickly searching some promotional materials (like posters) and just going with the one you find most appealing based on that. They are (in production order):

Mobile Fighter G Gundam (1994)

New Mobile Report Gundam Wing (1995)

After War Gundam X (1996)

Turn A Gundam (1999)

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED (2002)

Mobile Suit Gundam 00 (2007)

Mobile Suit Gundam AGE (2011)

Gundam: Reconguista in G (2014)

Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron Blooded Orphans (2015)

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury (2022)

There’s side series and movies and other things besides, but these are the mainline shows, if you will. I have specific notes on a few of them:

Witch From Mercury - It’s of a shorter length than is usual for mainline shows, so consequently it’s a much smaller time investment than the others.

Mobile Fighter G Gundam - While undeniably rad as hell, I would recommend watching another AU first. G Gundam differs from its stablemates in a few key areas, and I find it helps to have a contrast to fully appreciate those differences.

Gundam AGE - is probably the only one I wouldn’t recommend. I didn’t like the art style and the technical explanations just got on my nerves, so I stopped watching.

Turn A and G-Reconguista are technically part of UC as well, but it’s not really crucial information so don’t feel like you have to watch UC first (I’m only including this detail for completionism).

I’ve found all the AU’s I’ve seen to be pretty good, so I’d say that which one you start with really just comes down to personal taste.

The Build Series

Is just kind of doing its own thing. The Build series is basically Buy Our Toys: the series. It’s got a far lighter tone, and I’ve had cause to compare it to pokemon prior. It’s also chock full of references and in-jokes to the other series.

Build Fighters and Build Fighters Try are the ones I’d recommend - they’ve got actual stakes and the fight scenes are really good.

Build Divers and Build Divers Re:rise I can’t recommend - I just find Build Divers aggressively boring. Build Divers Re:Rise is just okay - neither standout good or particularly bad. Its main flaw is that it’s a sequel to Build Divers.

The OVA’s are pretty much bad across the board - I’d particularly recommend avoiding Gundam Build Metaverse.

Universal Century

Universal Century is the big main timeline of Gundam, and is the timeline the original Mobile Suit Gundam from 1979 takes place in. There’s a tendency among certain fans to place UC as the one-above-all of Gundam, but I wouldn’t really go that far. It’s all pretty good, but I wouldnt really say one timeline is better than another (save personal preference, anyway).

Because UC is so big, it can be subdivided a couple times. The primary division is “Mainline” UC versus everything else. Basically there’s four-five shows in Universal Century from which everything else flows. As long as you know roughly what happens in these shows, then you can watch basically anything else in UC and have a good idea of what’s going on. These are (in order):

Mobile Suit Gundam (1979) - sometimes called Mobile Suit Gundam 0079.

Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam (1985)

Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ (1986)

Mobile Suit Gundam: Char’s Counterattack (1988)

With Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn (2010) as a nominal fifth (honestly I feel like you could argue either way).

The rest of the shows are:

Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket (1989 Three-Episode OVA)

Mobile Suit Gundam F91 (1991 Movie)

Mobile Suit Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory (1991 Thirteen-episode OVA)

Mobile Suit Victory Gundam (1993)

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 08th MS Team (1999 Twelve-episode OVA)

G-Saviour (2000 Live Action Movie) - nobody ever talks about or acknowledges this one, it’s just here for completionism.

Mobile Suit Gundam MS Igloo (2004-2009 Three OVA’s with three Episodes each)

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin (2015 Six-Episode OVA, adapted from the Manga of the same name)

Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt (2015 Eight-Episode Series, adapted from the Manga of the same name)

Mobile Suit Gundam: Twilight Axis (2017 episode, adapted from a light novel of the same name. Later rereleased as Gundam Twilight Axis Red Trace, with additional footage)

Mobile Suit Gundam Narrative (2018 sequel movie to Gundam Unicorn)

Mobile Suit Gundam Hathaway (2021 ongoing movie series, very much adapted from the novel Hathaway’s Flash)

Most of the other series relate to events in the aforementioned “mainline” shows in some way, but a lot of the sidestories set during the One Year War require very little introduction (Thunderbolt, 0080 and 08th MS Team). Similarly, works set in “Late UC” (F91 and Victory Gundam) carry on from the other series thematically but don’t have any plot connections, so they can all be watched without any background knowledge of the rest of the Universal Century.

Compilation Movies

Just a quick note here - many of the Gundam series have compilation movies, where either a whole series or part of one are compressed down into a movie. While each movie compares differently, they usually boil down to this: Compilation Movies usually have worse pacing, but really nice animation.

One of the great things about Gundam is that different shows offer variations on themes, so seeing how different characters react to similar situations, or how different settings change their approaches can make it incredibly rewarding.

I haven’t seen enough of SD Gundam to make any sort of recommendations there, and Manga is something I might touch on another day.

EDIT: Oh hey also: You can watch a good chunk of these on YouTube, for free, officially. The Official Gundam.Info YouTube channel rotates the series shown on its channel periodically. I think it’s got F91 and SEED on there currently? But it’s had Wing, 00 and Witch From Mercury before. Also all of the Build Fighters series are there.

So yeah, that’s a thing.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

[Old]Kung Lao x Shy Reader(Smut)

----------------------------- You were watching Kung Lao and Liu Kang training together. You were sitting on a nearby bench in your phone while watching them. You adored them both.

Sure, they may act stupid most of the time, but that's what you like about them. You mostly had an interest in Kung Lao than Liu Kang. Not because he's with Kitana, but every time Kung seems to "flirt" with you, it may come out as a cringe, or a sad fail. You'd want to flirt back, but you're scared of messing it up.

You were watching as Liu was stomping Kung on the ground. You just awkwardly stared. No interruptions or laughter, you were just waiting until Raiden got back from the temple. Soon enough, they both called it a fight- or Liu was just tired of beating his friend up. You saw as they both started heading towards you, you shyly pretended you were scrolling through your phone, not wanting to make eye contact with them.

"Y/n, can we get a drink from your water bottle?" Kung asked, still panting from his ass whooping. "Sure." You quietly mumbled, and handed to him. Kung took a few sips, eventually handing Liu the bottle. After they were quenched enough, each male took a seat by your side, leaving you squashed, since you were short. It was a nice evening, you three spent time talking, of course some sexual jokes were slipped in between you three, mostly from Liu, since he shipped you two. I'm yours and Kung's heart, you both probably knew you had something for each other.

Later on, it was dark. Raiden came by and took Liu somewhere, Kung and you went to your place because, well, you both were having a great conversation, even after Liu left. "Kung, do you want anything to eat? I have ramen that I made yesterday." You asked from the kitchen.

"I'm good Y/n." Kung shouted a reply, from the living room. You shrugged it off, and then took a box of Pocky's, and went to the living room. We all know where this is going.

You sat next to him on the sofa, looking at the tv to see what he was watching. He was just watching some random anime, but by his expression, he seemed bored.

You didn't know how to start a conversation yourself, now that Liu wasn't here, but you watched tv, eating a few pocky's. Eventually, well it's an anime so why wouldn't there be, there was a fight scene. But at least you were interested in seeing it. You stick half a pocky in your mouth as someone made the first move. You didn't chew on the picky or anything, it was just there in your mouth.

Somehow, it felt lighter as a loud *crunch* noise was heard. You looked to your side to see Kung's face an inch away from yours. He gave you a seductive smile before chewing up the delicious chocolate covered stick. You didn't say anything, yet you wouldn't know what to say, but you were blushing into a million. "How come you're so shy?" Finally something was said. "I don't know." You muttered. A hand reached for your chin and lifted it. You saw his half lid eyes and a smirk no one ever made to you before. You didn't know what to do. With his other hand, he put his hat somewhere else for safety purposes.

"Y/n, have you ever considered being with Liu Kang?" Kung questioned. "Isn't he with Kitana?" "Exactly. Now have you ever considered to be with me?" You blushed with a smirk on your face. That was a yes. Kung climbed on top of you, pressing his lips towards your soft ones. Of course, you kissed back. You felt a little tickle on your bottom lip, indicating that he's asking for permission, and you allowed him. Even if you didn't want to, you would've. You couldn't say no to him.

"Are you okay with this? I don't want you to feel rushed." He instantly broke up the kiss to ask this question. "I'm okay with it." You responded. He went back to kissing you, tugging at your shirt. You helped him take it off, leaving you in your f/c bra. You already felt nervous. Kung took off his shirt, revealing his hard tone abs. It was sexy.

"Second question, Y/n. Is this your first time?" You nodded shyly. "It's okay, I'll be gentle. Just let me know when to slow down. Please." You nodded, signaling him you understand.

*Me getting back to work on this a month and a half later*

He slowly reached for your bra, tugging it for permission to take it off. You reached behind your back and unclipped it for him. The bra slowly slid off, revealing your sexy boobs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

Kung didn't waste any time to start groping them, which you blushed and softly squealed at the sudden action. "You're so cute." Kung chuckled. After a tender moment of touching your chest, he kissed his way down to your f/c panties. Being a virgin, you were a little bit wet. But that'll change...

Kung licked the wetness through the soak fabric, and with his teeth, he pulled it down. You laid back, slightly shaking in discomfort since you were naked in front of your crush.

He placed each of his hands on your inner thighs, arousing you even more. You can tell he was drawing near your core from the distance of his breathing. You got ready for the next glorious sensation. Kung's tongue pressed against your core, you jumped on how warm it actually was.

He was slowly licking around while continuously rubbing your thighs. You were letting out soft, quiet moans to the feeling. Those moans turned into loud moans when he inserted his tongue into you. The shocking feeling was weird, but it felt way comfortable. He was getting to work straight away, as you were moaning your ass off. You felt every movement, how he pull and push his tongue, and how he lick around your tight walls.

2 minutes of being eaten out, you felt something in your lower portion of your stomach, the more huge it got, the louder you were, but Kung continued his work to get his payment, which was a sweet taste of juice literally made by you.

You were panting in exhaustion. "Don't get tired yet." Kung murmured, getting up to take off his boxers. You shyly looked away and shut your eyes. Fact is you were still too innocent even if you're grown enough. "Y/n, you sure you want to do this?" Kung sounded nervous. Maybe he thought about it too. Scared to reject him you turned to look at him in his eyes. "No, go ahead I'm ready!" He stared at you in hesitation but then climbed back on top of you.

You manage to catch a small look at his member. He was pretty average, but you were small so you were of course scared. "Last chance, you sure you want to do this? I don't mean to hurt you on pur-"

"Yes, I give you my consent." You smiled at him, hiding your fright. You felt him line himself up along your entrance. You felt him slowly entering but stop as soon as you were in pain. You dig your nails in his shoulders as you felt your hymen getting demolished.

Inch by inch, he slowly kept going in to make it easier for both of you. You both were ignoring the blood that was staining the furniture, but it oddly helped his member slide in easier. He pulled back and entered again, making the pain feel worse than it did.

Kung just kept slowly thrusting until you felt comfortable of him being inside you. "You can go fast now." You signaled him. He nodded then repositioned himself so he could go deeper and faster.

Now that is where you felt every pleasure.

The feeling of your womb being touched was a great shocking feeling for you, especially when he was going hard. You were louder than ever. He placed his hands on your breasts and began groping them again.

This at least continued for over 10 minutes. Before the familiar knot came back to your stomach, this time more intense than last. "Kung, I-I'm g-g-going to-" "Go ahead." He interrupted.

As he pulled out, you came. You both were pretty tired, but it was worth it. There was a huge silence after both of you took a breathe.

You thought he was asleep, but it didn't stop you from whispering a quick "I love you."

"I love you too Y/n."

[assjuice4ever]

Listen to my rant:

Young Gojo after the vessel saga, knowing you for the first time. A new student.

And you are a bastard. The type of person that should be called a curse and probably wouldn't care about human or soccer alike. He doesn't like you. Not because you don't care about people, he is a bit like this too even if he is changing now, but because you are the worst little shit around. You don't care about Yaga, nor about him being the best, about school or fighting curse. You just care about yourself and doing whatever you want.

You're strong, not as strong as him, nobody his, but strong enough to survive. Whenever he sees you fight, he can't help but think that you could cover his back, not because he can't, but because you can, that when things will go down one day you will be there with him and Geto.

He still doesn't like you even when you start to prank him and he pranks you back. And you two are like idiots who nobody can stand but it's funny for him. Instead of thinking about work and killing curses he is trying to think how to get you back for glittering his shampoo and making his hair look like unicorn vomit. His head get a bit lighter whenever something similar happens.

Then he starts to talk you. Talking for real, not just saying thing like "How did you like your coffee?" after putting the salt were the sugar was. Most of the time you two don't say anything really important. Fighting about what to watch on the common television, or discussing about how Yaga was going to lose all his hair, in his opinion Yaga would start to go bald from the forehead first, with the hairline retreating, for you, Yaga would start to go around with a carryover. It was always light-hearted and relaxing.

With time something shifted and the two of you started to talk about dates. How the girl he gave his number to tried to call him "her boyfriend" after two minutes and how fast he ran away, about how the guy who hit on you looked like the type of man who used the deodorant Ajax instead of showering.

Not you nor him were shy about talking of sex when it was just the two of you. Gojo wasn't stupid, he noticed how you were the only one student who didn't care about "love" or "romantic things". He was a bit like that too. He liked romantic things, singing out of somebody bedroom to ask them back after a fight, buying roses and holding hands. But he didn't have the time and mostly, he didn't like anybody enough to put that much effort. And the two of you were the only two who were actively fucking around.

The talk weren't totally shameless, it wasn't like he described the size of somebody boobs or the ass, or anything else. More like how his last girl was crazy and told him to make her a "baby mama" or how one time he left some money there because he felt sorry about leaving the girl alone in the morning before realising that he acted as if she was a whore. You told him instead about the weird shit. The guy who asked about a blow job while driving in the exact moment you sat in his car, the girl who didn't know how to kiss and the slap she gave you after you said that she kissed like a dog ate. He knew that one time you fucked a guy dad and mother because he insulted you.

Most of the times the guys and girls you went out with were shitty in his opinion. You could do a whole lot better but it was like you didn't care and whenever he told you that you just shrugged.

Then Geto went away. It crushed him. It was like his heart was ripped from his chest. He put his heads on the work without doing anything else other than that, eating, bathing or sleeping too. At least for the first week, then he started to tone down the work because of you.

He still didn't like you but you literally went out of your way to destroy the papers which had written down where his missions were. You did it in front of him with a smile. Before starting a fight on how fucking bad he smelled and how he needed to wash himself. He did that just to shut you up. And then you took him out for dinner just to get your food payed in one of the most expensive restaurants.

You start to do that so often that he had to tone down the work to not lose the documents considering that you found them wherever he hided it, even the one Yaga and the other superiors had, and destroyed it every time. He had to wash himself because you didn't shut up until he was clean and ready to go out, he had to eat a lot because you started a voice on how he was able to eat a pussy in the same way he was eating in that moment and that he fucked just because he was cute not because he was able to. It was a stupid thing but you were able to get on his nerves and he wanted just to prove you wrong. You took him out, for dinner so he paid it for you, to shopping to make him pay for you, to clubs, to buy cars before getting kicked out because you two were too young, and in any other place that you wanted to go.

It was so annoying that he started to let the sadness go to have annoyance for you take its place.

One of those days he met the people that grew you. Not your family, just the guys who were paid by your family to grew you up. And he got why you were so fucking annoying, rude, vulgar and devoid of empathy for nearly everybody. They were like that too.

It stuck with him.

He couldn't imagine growing up Megumi in the same way. He wasn't always there for him, like those people weren't always there for you. But he wasn't so devoid of care for him. Sometimes he checked himself to not act in any way that those two people could.

He didn't get how you still were affectionate to them.

He asked you about it. It was the first time that you two weren't talking about trivial thing. You had a pensive look before saying that if your clan died, or your parents, you would probably be depressed for one day but if that two people died you would be sad for way longer so for you they were your parents and probably they would be sad too if you died because you, as a person, died, not because you, as a sorcerer, died.

Gojo still didn't like you after that talk. He still didn't like you after all the time you two hanged out together. He still didn't like you when one day you two were in an arcade and a man hit on you, seven or eight years older than you, with a bit of a beard and a not so horrible face. He still didn't like you when the old geezer asked you if you wanted to play with him. But, maybe because he was a bit irritated that he tried to hit on you with him there, as if he didn't look so beautiful to make every single man retreat when he was near you, or maybe because it was the first time that somebody tried to hit on you in front of him since the day Geto run away, or maybe because he really thought that you could do only better, because you were too pretty for somebody that pathetic, he interrupted the man while he was asking your name.

"Do you wanna go back and fuck?" Gojo blurted out. If you were anybody else you would have slapped him and he would have been okay with it because he really sounded like a douchbag.

Instead you said "Okay", took his hands and went out of the arcade.

You two didn't go back to the dormitory to fuck instead you two went to a combini to buy ice-creams.

You didn't ask him why he acted that way and it was better like that because there weren't any excuses. It wasn't like you needed to be saved, it wasn't like you didn't know how to tell a man off. One day he saw you literally telling a guy that he had "small dick energy" and you weren't into that shit.

It was when he saw you again the next week that he asked you "What if we started to have sex?". He still didn't like you. You were annoying, rude, vulgar, cheap and messy, if he didn't consider the fact that you were the prettiest woman alive and you had a way to make him feel better by being so shitty there wouldn't be anything really good about you as a person. But the idea of having sex with you didn't left his mind for a week and he needed to take you out of his system.

That evening you two slept together and you got him addicted.

Since that day your routine was pretty much the same just with the best sex in his whole life in the middle.

Gojo could fuck you every single day of his life, every single moment and he was sure he wouldn't get tired of it. Not when being inside of you and with you felt like paradise. It was liberating, his head was always without a single thought inside other than you.

And it was horrible. Because he smelled your perfume constantly on him, the taste of your skin in his mouth, the sound of your moans on his head, the imagine of your perfect body convulsing for the orgasm printed on his eyelids every time he closed his eyes. He couldn't go a straight week without having you. You cursed him and he was totally okay with it.

gojo didn't know how but everything in his life started to be perfect during that time. Then Shoko one day asked him what he was going to do for his "girlfriend" birthday. As if you were his girlfriend. And then Shoko called him an ass because he was doing nothing before telling him that if two peopld fucked constantly and everybody knew it and none of them went out with anybody else, and if this two people had a date every single week then they were a couple even if they didn't call themselves that.

It opened his eyes.

He broke things off with you the day of your birthday and went to fuck with somebody else because he didn't like you.

It was horrible. He had to think of you to get hard and he didn't even come, he just got angry because you said okay without a tear, without screaming or cussing him out. He had to dress himself and got out of the room leaving the girl there, before breaking something for the anger.

Everything changed after that. No more tour to restaurant, no more movie nights, no more breaking into private swimming pool, no more anything. You didn't even fight with him to watch your shows on tv.

To be fair Gojo didn't really saw you around the school at all and everything was so boring because of it. He didn't had anything funny to do nor anybody interesting to talk. And it was so annoying not having you squeezing his cheek before kissing him, or having you play with his hands, or you pulling lightly at his hiar whenever you felt like it, or not to hear you complaining because his hands were too cold and you didn't want his dead cold hands on you. And it was too calm without fights because you flooded his bathroom every time you bathed, or because he had to eat sweets in front of you without offering you anything because they were his.

He hated how he had to stop every time when he was thinking something stupid while outside and you weren't there to hear it and how he couldn't make inside joke when they were hella funny. And he couldn't message you about anything because that was what couples did.

Everything sucked.

[hangesbestgirl]

18+ ish (no minors pls)

i wanted an opinion on this since i mostly do angst, i’ve never done a scene like this :,)

(there are probably typos because its a draft)

"Are you going out for a smoke?" You asked while pointing at how their jacket was on to imply they were going somewhere. You reached down to pat your skirt which did have pockets to find the silhouette of your pack of cigarettes so that you could offer one if they didn't have one.

Hange didn't say anything, you had to look up at them to get the response you were waiting for. They were doing the exact same thing as you, patting down their jacket along with their pants to make sure they had their own pack and by their annoyed expression it didn't seem like they had it.

You started to get up from your chair, taking a couple steps towards Hange to show them that you had a pack. A sigh of relief came out from their lips and their smile just increased when you finally had a chance to look at them fully without getting flustered. You couldn't help but return the smile back when you took in just how beautiful they were up close.

"I have a lighter since you were so nice enough to provide for me." They said in their husky tone they always seemed to have with you. You rolled your eyes at their tone but you would be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy it. You didn't waste any time when it came to walking past them and towards the front door.

You wanted to get out of this constant smoking habit but what made it so hard for you was that you found someone, you found someone who had the same habit as you and made it enjoyable. Smoking by yourself was a chore and it made actually think about what you were doing and why which was a terrible feeling.

You reached for the front door, pulling it open to reveal a cold gust of wind which just made your goosebumps grow on every inch of you skin. Checking the weather wasn't really on your radar because of how much of a rush you were in. You didn't want to make it obvious that you were cold but you could feel your legs shake a couple times whole you took the liberty to step outside.

One grab, one pull, a feeling of warmth caught your arm.

You were so shocked at the sudden grab that you didn't quite process it. The sudden turn around of your body and the tug towards them was shocking enough. You were forced to look up at them with the confusion plastered on your face but it quickly wiped away when you saw their just as confused expression on their face.

The feeling of a sudden weight on your shoulders and warmth caused you to look down at where you felt the weight. The smell of cigarettes and what you assumed was Hange's cologne started to fill your nose and when you realized it was their jacket that was causing this weight and smell, you couldn't help but single out the smell.

Vanilla and Sandalwood.

"Keep it on, it's too cold for you not to." You watched as their eyes trailed around your whole figure to see how the jacket looked and by the way their lips curved slightly you could tell that they liked it. You couldn't help but do the same with them since the fitted turtleneck that was hiding under the jacket suddenly appearing right in front of you was breathtaking.

You didn't know what to say in response. You wanted to thank them but their small smile along with their whole outfit was occupying your whole mind. The way that they looked at you with their jacket on was making you speechless. The only thing you were able to do was bring the cigarette box up in between the two of you, flipping it open to reveal the last two cigarettes you had left which just felt perfect.

You held the box towards Hange, you wanted them to take it for themselves. They reached one of their hands up to gently hold onto the same wrist that was holding the box, holding it still as they started to lean down and grasps the cigarette end in between their lips. You didn't want to make it obvious that all you were staring at was their lips so you leaned forward to grab the last cigarette the same way they did.

They didn't waste any time.

They took one step forward to allow both of your cigarettes to touch ends and before you could even react to what they were doing. The color orange and yellows filled the room between you two, the sound of Hange's cigarette burning. You took a small enough drag to get the cigarette going but all you could see on Hange's side was some of the smoke escaping their lips.

They took ahold of the cigarette the same way you did, between the two of their fingers to pull it away from their lips. One turn of their head and their whole side profile blowing out smoke was cemented in your mind yet again. You were so dazed on the whole view that you didn't even take the cigarette out of your mouth to let the smoke out.

"God, Y/N. You are really supporting my terrible habit you know." Just the way they said your name, they always had some sort of softness to it like it really meant something to them. Every time they spoke, a small amount of smoke came out of their mouth whether it was from the cigarette or from their breath because of the cold, it looked good either way.

"And you are supporting mine." You responded.

You wondered why people smoked, you wanted to hear everyone's reasoning and you knew that yours was just as simple as you liked the feeling of it. Cigarettes is like a dirty pleasure to you that looks hot from the outside but when you are actually smoking with non-smokers is when you realize how nasty it is. Smoking with Hange makes it feel right.

"Why do you smoke, Hange?" You finally pulled the cigarette out of your mouth while you spoke, using your pointer finger to tap the excess ash that was growing on the end on the sidewalk. Even with the smoke of your own being surrounded by you, the smell of Hange was just overpowering it.

You were afraid that your question was too personal by the way their eyebrows furrowed. They didn't look at you but their attention was on the cigarette burning between their fingers before they let our a small sigh of defeat before responding.

"Would you believe me if I said I used to be in the military?" Just hearing the words military caused your face to drop slightly, the feeling of the warmth between your finger becoming hotter by the minute but you were too in awe to care. "It was one of those things that people used to do to have some sort of feeling that they were still free to do what they wanted. To cope."

You didn't know what to say, all you could think about was tying their scar to what could've happened to them in the military. You couldn't even imagine what kind of pain they could've endured from just that one comment of them attempting to coping with smoking. But you snapped out of your thoughts when you saw their relieved expression. But a question clouded your mind.

What was your reason to smoke?

"And now? What reason is there to smoke when you are out?" You were genuinely asking because you wanted them to feel comfortable with you enough to open up about this sort of topic. You were trying to give them eye contact to show that you were listening and willing to listen to anything else but the sudden burning feeling on your fingers caused you to jolt back a bit.

They snapped their head towards you when you jolted. You looked down at both of your fingers, bringing your own cigarette up to hold in between your lips as you looked at the slight burn from you not paying attention. They brought their cigarette up to their lips to hold while they brought their hands over to hold your one hand into theirs.

They gently ran their thumb around the burned skin, it was soothing. Their fingertips were cold, freezing from their hands not being covered in his cold weather but it also helped with soothing the feeling that you burned your whole hand. Just having them touch you again was something you didn't know you longed for.

"And if I said that I've been doing it more because of you?" They pulled one of their hands away from yours, taking the time to take the cigarette out of their mouth to let the smoke pour out of their mouth. Their words were sweet but you had a really hard time believing them. You knew they just wanted to get what they wanted, you didn't want to make it easy.

"I wouldn't believe you." You didn't want to look at them, to give them a way out of this. You slowly pulled your hand away from their grasp, taking the cigarette that burned you before in between your lips to take the drag you needed for this.

Once you looked up expecting some sort of cocky expression, their face was just filled with confusion until it wasn't. You didn't mind what they did with other people, but to have a chance to see them apologies or beg for your forgiveness was something you knew you wouldn't get a chance to see again.

"You are upset with me." You could hear them flicking the excess ash on the cigarette. You were prepping yourself, you knew that there would be some compliments in their apology or explanation but you didn't know if you would allow yourself to fall for it or not. "I didn't know she was coming. It was rude, I know. I promise it won't happen again."

You couldn't hold it, you kept trying to turn your head away to try to hold the smile you had forming. You tried to hide it by bringing the last drag out of your cigarette before you flicked it on the floor but you couldn't even blow out the smoke without letting out some sort of small giggle. You took one peek at Hange's face and you could see them pushing their tongue against the inside of their cheek.

"You are unbelievable." They said in a cold tone but you could hear a slight chuckle come out of their mouth. Your brought one of yours hands over to grab the cigarette bud they had sitting in between their fingers, bringing it to your lips to take a slight drag. You wanted them to look at you again and when they did, your smile just increased.

"I didn't say you could stop apologizing." Just looking directly at them was getting more dangerous by the minute. You couldn't stop staring at them and it even got to the point where your gaze started trailing down towards their lips which was making you feel even more addicted to their looks.

Hange took a step forward, leaning in for what you assumed was them trying to make some sort of move but instead they brought their hand up to grab the cigarette from your lips gently. You could feel yourself starting to chew the inside of your cheek and your stomach start to twist up on an interaction that you assumed they would play along with.

"Are you still upset with me, now?" It was almost like a whisper. You watched as their gaze went to the same direction you were going with yours earlier. They were staring at your lips while they brought what was left of the cigarette up to finish it off. This sudden tension that was building up was killing you at this point.

"And if I said yes?" Your words started to come off as whispers as well. You could feel yourself melting at being this close with them or even being able to see them this close was a luxury all by itself. You had to break your eye contact with them or you would've gone crazy. You turned your head to look to see if anybody was out near the sidewalk.

It hit you that you both were outside in the open.

"I will ask what I can do to make it up to you." They leaned down to catch your gaze as those words slip out of their mouth. The moment you made yourself give them the eye contact they wanted was when their smile increased and they spoke again. "There is no limit. What can I do to make this up to you?"

You didn't know what to say, you could feel your mind going through options that you normally wouldn't have said. You could lie and say you just wanted them to clean the whole store and deep clean the stations but when your eyes trailed down to their lips was when your mind shifted to other options.

You could feel your gaze bouncing off from their lips and to their eyes but it didn't last long. The feeling and sound of buzzing started to fill Hange's jacket pocket, which is where you put your phone. You immediately looked down, reaching into the pocket to see who the caller was. Seeing the letter 'Y' caught you off guard. Right when you were starting to get a view of who it was when you felt Hange's hand grab your face, the coldness of their rings transfers to your lower cheeks when you got gently turned you towards their direction.

"Don't make me ask you again, Y/N." You could see their impatience and all you could do was smile at it because there was an opening for you to do the same thing they have been doing towards you. Their grip loosened when your smile increased as you purposely made it obvious that your main focus was their lips.

You could see your own breath forming with the cold air and Hange's was doing the same.

You brought one of your hands up to move their hand completely off of your face, they didn't seem to have any objection to it by the way they just let you. You let go of their hand after a couple of seconds, your focus still staying on their lips the entire time. You brought your hand over towards their face, mainly towards one side of their cheek which you gently cupped. Their skin was smooth and you could feel it getting warmer in your hand. You allowed your thumb to reach over and start slowly swiping their bottom lip before you spoke.

"Someone seems impatient, if you want something from me then just say it. Don't make excuses." You moved your gaze up to look at their reaction and when you expected some sort of flustered reaction you got a shocked and proud one instead. To see pieces of their hair pouring over their shoulder when they leaned in a little closer towards you and the way that their whole outfit was hugging them was beyond you.

"And if I said I wanted to kiss you? To please you how you wanted?" You were too focused on the way their lips were moving that you didn't even notice one of their hands moving up to grab ahold of your wrist, keeping it still. They turned their head towards your hand, their gaze never left you but the feeling of their warm lips you were just touching pressing against your palm caused a little shock.

"I would say you are insane for suggesting that here." You didn't want to move away, you were unsure on the place of this sudden desire but it wasn't like you were going to refuse their attempt because of where you were. The feeling of their lips against your skin was also sending you into this whole loop of not caring where you both were.

They gently started to caress the back of your hand with their thumb, you could feel the smile on their face increasing when you called them insane for wanting to do anything here. They turned their head immediately towards both side of the sidewalk to what you assume was to check is anybody was walking by. It seemed like they also became aware of where the two of you were.

"I didn't hear a no." Just hearing their words caused you to let a small laugh of disbelief come out of your lips. You looked over in their direction expecting them to be looking at you while being cocky with their words but their eyes were still glued on the front door but their smile kept increasing the more you looked. "So what do you want me to do?"

You couldn't focus on the question. The way their thumb was caressing your skin, bringing the warmth back. Their hand started to travel down your arm slowly and they still didn't give you any eye contact which just allowed your face to start warming up at the sudden movement. You watched their hand travel down across your arm and immediately running down your back when it came up to your shoulder.

You allowed your thumb to swipe their skin, you wanted to get their attention again. You were trying to focus on them, on their face, but when their hand reached  your lower back and you could feel it hold onto the side of your waist, you felt nervous.

You were nervous but you didn't want to wait anymore.

"I want you to kiss me." Just saying those words out loud was a relief for you, it came out heavy breath. They finally turned to look down at you and it was making the warmness in your chest start to grow. You brought your thumb down again to run your thumb across their bottom lip as you spoke again. "I want you to want to kiss me, Hange."

Hange's face immediately brighten up when you mentioned what you wanted from them and you could see the cockiness coming out of their face the closer they got. You were ecstatic to say those words out loud and to see Hange become just as excited to hear those words caused you to give into their brightness.

"Kissing you is all I've been thinking about." Their hand started to slowly move under the jacket that they gave you, you could feel one of their fingers trailing to the front part of your skirt. They immediately hook their finger into one of your belt hoops to tug you forward, hardly giving space between the two of you.

This sudden movement caused you to move your other hand up to their shoulders to break more of the distance. Your attention was on their lips fully, you would occasionally look up at them but the closer they got the more your breath started to get shallow. And before you knew it you would feel their warm lips against yours.

It was a slight brush, your breaths still showing up in the air before they full committed to a kiss. The feeling of their lips on yours felt smoother compared to when they were doing kisses in your hand, you could feel yourself fully melting into the whole kiss because of how long it's been since you've ever been with someone like this.

It was a relief and you were glad it was with Hange.

You slid both of your hands back up to Hange's cheeks, taking ahold of their face while you started to desperately kiss them. You didn't care where the two of you were all that mattered was that you got the most out of this until it was over. You could feel their lips curving into a smile when you were practically pulling them down into the kiss, a muffled laugh came out right after.

…

thats all!

[princessamericachavez]

911 6x13 CODA

“Are you sure she isn’t mad at me?” Buck asks for the fifth time as Eddie pulls over by his place.

It’s always a little strange, when Eddie drives them. Usually, if it’s the two of them, it’s Buck at the wheel. Eddie isn’t sure why it is —he doesn’t mind driving and does it well enough and often enough when he isn’t going somewhere with Buck— and he doesn’t know when it started. At some point, maybe around the big Earthquake a few years ago, Buck drove him somewhere for the first time and then they never stopped. He’s used to having him on his left, that’s all, and the switch throws him off a little… like when you flip a picture of yourself on your phone and get the angle others see of your face, rather than the one you know from the mirror, or when a married couple exchanges bed sides during a trip.

But Eddie had insisted on driving tonight. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“I told you, Buck, it’s fine. The chief was joking. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

Eddie sighs, dramatically, and rolls his eyes to drive the point home that Buck is worrying over nothing.

“I mean, she’s probably pissed that you outplayed her, but it’s a friendly game. I’m sure she didn’t take it personally.”

Buck’s mouth still twists unhappily and Eddie feels frustration raising in his chest. He’d been so close tonight to erasing that frown that has permanently settled into Buck’s expression. He’d gotten him to relax and smile and have fun like before. Why can’t he make it last?

“Buck,” he calls, with that tone that usually means ‘stop spiraling’ or ‘maybe not now’ or ‘we’ve talked about this’. It works perfectly, like always. He can see his best friend’s eyes snap back into focus as they find him. “Stop worrying, would you? It’s okay. I promise.”

And just like that, like Eddie’s words hold some unavoidable truth, Buck’s shoulders drop with relief.

“Fine, fine. Sorry, I just-“

“I know,” Eddie smiles.

He does. He knows how Buck can’t take people disliking him, or being mad at him, or possibly cutting him off. He’s learned in the past several years that Buck cannot fathom that he might mess up or piss someone off and that they won’t immediately leave him forever. As if Buck was easy to discard at the faintest fault.

“Listen, did you have fun?”

Buck blinks, confused. Eddie swears he could kill him sometimes.

“Buck, did you have fun tonight?”

“Uh, yeah…” a smile breaks across Buck’s face, a hint of that cocky confident smirk he’d had on all night. The sight of it warms Eddie’s chest.

“Good,” he nods. “That’s the point.”

“I thought the point was testing my new abilities,” Buck snorts, giving him a mocking suspicious squint.

“Oh, yeah, that too. But we’re gonna have to finesse your lying if we are taking this to Vegas because you can’t pretend worth shit and if we get caught there I think we’ll be in far more trouble than some nagging from the Chief.”

Buck barks a laugh, loud and cheerful, that finally eases Eddie’s own tensions and reminds him tonight was completely worth it.

“Yeah, I don’t think Bobby is going all the way to Vegas to bail us out.”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. Though he’s pretty sure their Captain would come to their aid, at least for the pleasure of scolding them.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Buck sighs, still smiling. “I had fun tonight.”

“Me too.”

In fact, Eddie’s had more fun the past couple days than in the last two months. He’d nearly forgotten how much better it is at work and at home when Buck is around. He’d missed having his partner’s crazy antics and curious facts and earnest smile around. With Buck, Eddie felt like a version of himself he barely knew growing up. Somehow lighter, giddier, closer to his son’s sunshine disposition than his own.

Unaware of Eddie’s thoughts, Buck has taken their exchange as a goodbye and is gathering his cut (pun intended) of their winnings. They’d split them equally, even if they were technically all Buck’s. It was just something they did. He didn’t question it, neither of them did anymore.

“Hey, you wanna come in for one last beer?” Buck asks, clutching his half of the prize.

Funny enough, this is the question someone asks after a first date to invite people up for more than drinks. Funny enough, Buck has probably made this same offer to dozens of girls before. Funny enough, Eddie is tempted to say yes. It’d be so easy, such a normal thing for them to do, but still…

“I can’t,” he sighs, and tries not to think about the way Buck’s face drops. “I promised to help Pepa with her home renovations tomorrow morning and then we’ve got a long shift and Christopher somehow talked himself into bringing cookies for his entire class on Monday and I don’t even know when we’ll get to that, so I’m probably going to be baking tonight-“

“His whole class?!” Buck arches his eyebrows. “Eddie, that’s forty seven kids!” A fact that he probably knew even before lightning rewired his math skills. “Your oven can fit a sheet with maybe ten cookies at a time, twelve at most. With a cooking time of twelve minutes each, that’s gonna be-“

“Buck! Enough with the math, okay? I know. I know…”

He really does know. He knows it’s going to be a long night. He knows it’s going to suck. He also knows that it’s important for Christopher and that he should’ve gotten to it earlier on the week (but then the cookies wouldn’t be fresh and Chris had been very adamant about making a good impression with them).

Eddie wishes it was easier. He wishes he had enough time to do it all. He wishes he could manage everything, that he could be a single father and work a full time job and go out with his best friend some times and still manage to help his son with his school projects. It’s just too much sometimes. And he-

“I’ll do it.”

Eddie blinks out of his silent spiral to look at Buck, who seems entirely at ease with the statement like he isn’t saving Eddie’s life.

“What?”

“You know Bobby’s still got me working short shifts,” he shrugs. “I’ll be off early after our shift on Sunday. I can pick Chris up from Pepa’s and we’ll make the cookies at my place while you finish yours.”

Not for the first time tonight, Eddie’s chest feels like it’s about to burst with something embarrassingly close to adoration. He didn’t even ask, didn’t even say- but ever since they met, Buck has had a nearly supernatural ability to anticipate to Eddie’s needs, to be there when he didn’t even know how to ask for help.

“What would I ever do without you?” He sighs.

It’s a light statement. Something he’s said before between them when Buck makes life easier and happier just by being there. It’s also the wrong thing to say. There’s a heaviness to it that catches them both off guard. Because Eddie knows now what life might feel like without Buck. Three minutes and seventeen seconds without him. Three days of sleeplessness and terror. The overwhelming possibility that his absence would become permanent and stretch forever… And Buck, something flashes across his face too, something akin to pain and fear.

Fuck. Fuck he shouldn’t have said that. He cannot bare the thought of undoing tonight’s happiness with the wrong words.

“Thanks, Buck,” he adds, putting a hand on his shoulder that somehow manages to ground them both. “I’m sure Chris will love that.”

The smile that breaks through Buck’s face could light the whole night in a flash.

“Really? You think?”

“Are you kidding me? He loves any excuse to spend time with you. And he still claims your cooking is better than mine.”

It works. Buck laughs loudly and the tension dissipates like smoke clearing out after a fire.

“Claims,” Buck snorts dramatically. “It’s just facts, Diaz!”

“Uh-huh, sure, sure,” he teases back. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Is this your way of asking to save you cookies on Sunday?”

“Well, you could do that, or I could deprive some poor little kid of theirs and blame it on your lousy maths.”

Buck’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he gives Eddie’s shoulder a gentle push, breaking the invisible touch barrier between them for the second time tonight.

“I’m good at math now, Eds. You can’t say that!”

“Well, the kids don’t know that,” he chuckles.

Buck laughs. So Eddie laughs too, because it’s nearly impossible not to share on Buck’s joy (part of the reason he’s smiled tonight more than in the entire past two months combined).

“Okay, okay, gotta put these in the freezer before they thaw and Bobby kills me,” Buck sighs, opening the car door. “Rain check on that beer?”

“Rain check,” Eddie agrees, like it’s a promise.

Buck gifts him that golden smile in return and Eddie- well, his chest feels about to burst once more.

“Okay,” Buck says, closing the door with his bicep. “Get some rest, Eddie.”

“You too, human calculator.”

Buck laughs again, loud like thunder and bright like sunshine. Eddie carries that sound with him all the way to his house. He’s going to get quite a bit of ribbing from the Chief and Mehta next week, but tonight was definitely worth it.

[natriae]

chapter 6

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It's been a week and you still haven't messaged Ushijima. What would you say anyway; 'sorry for ditching you. That was your son btw<3'. Deciding not to worry about that you moved on with your day.

Today you were getting ready to go meet Sakusa at a small restaurant that just opened in Tokyo. It had Miya in the name. Not a good sign. But he swore it was good, and it was the man's first branch of the restaurant. What you didn't realize though was that Sakusa lived in Osaka and took a 3 hour bullet train to meet you just for lunch. He definitely thinks this is a date…You weren't looking for a relationship right now. You were content with your life. Just you and Isa… and maybe a cat in the near future. You left the apartment and began walking the busy streets to Onigiri Miya.

Walking into the restaurant you immediately scolded him for not telling you till after he was already on the train about how far he lived. He laughed and said, "did you think Tokyo had two volleyball teams," his smirk seemed a bit condescending, but when you looked away embarrassed he returned to his resting face. "Okay but seriously I'm here to see my cousin. He's here for a bit so I thought I'd visit him," His usual cold demeanor had a lighter tone to it when talking about his cousin. Cute.

Once the two of you sat down you finally took in the restaurant. It was very cozy and it seems that Sakusa took the only Kotatsu (heated table) in the restaurant. There were cute red and black cushions the two of you sat on and it seemed like there were no real chair spots in the restaurant. It was cozy like the countryside you were used to. It reminds you of home. Reminds you of sitting in Waka's lap after practice to get some hayashi rice- stop thinking about him. You gently hit your head again and Sakusa scrunched his eyebrows looking at you. 

"Sorry, habit," you said. Smiling lightly at the man. He was much more handsome when there weren't tears in your eyes. He was pale, and his hair looked quite soft. Much different from Ushijima. Ushijima was always tanned from being outside, either playing volleyball or gardening. He always looked so handsome in the summer when his tan would finally set. He'd really be glowing, but his hair was always cut short so it wasn't that soft. He also washed it everyday because of sweat, ew.

"Do you like Onigiri?" Sakusa asked.

"huh," you said. What's with you daydreaming more about Ushijima, he doesn't mean anything to you anymore. 

"I asked if you liked Onigiri," Sakusa said. He leaned a bit closer to you and he had the cutest pout on his face. Yeah you could get used to this.

Leaning in a bit more you finally responded, "of course I do. It's Isamu's favorite food. I'll have to take him here someday," you said looking around the mostly wooden interior. 

"has he lived in Tokyo his whole life?" Sakusa's eyebrow lifted up at that question pushing his two perfect moles together. 

"Yeah, never gone back to Miyagi, but we like it here," You said, but Sakusa could tell it was like you were trying to convince yourself of the fact. There was something about the way you said it that screamed 'I wish I never had to leave home'. 

He looked your face up and down seeing that you got lost in your thoughts again. He turned over to see Osamu making his way over to their table. Perfect timing. You looked up to see an Atsumu look alike. Oh right, their twins. Osamu looks much different. He probably changed the most out of anyone. His arms looked softer in his fitted black shirt, but it was obvious he still was strong. He had a bit of a belly now, but you're glad to see he was eating well. "Is there anything I can get started for ya?" The now black haired Miya asked you. 

"I'll take the chef's special," you said.

"good choice because i'm the chef!" You couldn't deny that the Miya twins still had their cute charms. He seems to be genuinely enjoying his job. You remember he always looked depressed during games, and now there was a huge smile gracing his face. "What about ya omi?" 

"My usual please," Sakusa said, like he couldn't believe Osamu was even asking him. He must have visited the one in Osaka a lot for him to already know his order. With that Osamu left and returned to the kitchen. You took the time to admire how straightforward Sakusa was, yet he still had manners. Like a better Wakatoshi. You really need to stop comparing everyone to him. Sighing you snuggling into the Kotatsu, and turn towards Sakusa. "What are you thinking about," Sakusa asked. 

"nothing-"

" Ushijima? I saw your son talking to him at the game. Don't worry, I think he's to stupid to realize that's his son," Sakusa said, as if he was reading your mind. Nevermind, you don't like the straightforwardness. He had no reason to be in your business right now. 

"hey don't talk about him like that," you responded genuinely angry, "but yeah I am. How do you know Isamu is his kid anyway," You asked, as much as you don't want Sakusa in your business you were curious. 

"well, i'm not dumb like everyone else," he started but immediately switched up after seeing you agitated face, "after you left Ushijima asked everyone if they knew where you were, i stalked you for a bit, and one of your friend's posted Isa for his 1st birthday and i thought wow that kid's a mini Ushijima, and then I did the math and realized… that was a mini Ushijima. I never told him that I knew where you were," He said finishing his story, but it didn't seem like the whole truth. Trying to comprehend everything just said you couldn't help, but stay stuck on the 'he asked everyone if they knew where you were'. 

Trying to muster up the courage you asked, "he was looking for me," don't cry y/n now isn't the time. 

"Yeah, but I think he gave up pretty fast," at which Sakusa looked away from you for the first time and he shrugged his shoulders. A part of you found it hard to believe that Ushijima gave up so fast. When he had a goal he would see it though, but then the other half of you said that you could never trust him. You weren't his number one priority. Why would he try so hard? 

At this Osamu came out of the kitchen holding two large plates. Definitely more than you ordered. 

"Here ya go! Made some extra fer the little one," He quickly left after placing the plates down. 

Snapping your head quickly to Sakusa you immediately questioned him, " did you tell him I had a son?" You were pissed. Why would he do that? He's really getting on your last nerve, maybe he isn't as nice as you thought he was. 

" I didn't," he responded just as quickly, "maybe you should think about his idiotic brother that talked to your son at the game," You hate that he was right. He scoffed and continued, "not everyone is out to hurt you, y/n,". He was right. Not everyone is, but you have just been so on edge ever since leaving. The more time that passes the worse the consequences will get. You know, but it's too late now. Biting into you Onigiri you couldn't help but let out a sigh of happiness. You could cry over the Onigiri. It was perfect. Osamu must be magic because there is no reason for it to be this good. "It's good, right?" He asked, smiling a bit with his mouth full of food. You couldn't help but nod enthusiastically. Way more than good. You cannot wait to bring Isa here. 

After the two of you enjoyed your meal you began to walk aimlessly down the street. There were so many shops and restaurants on this side of town. You wish you had more spending cash, so you and Isamu could go on more adventures like this. One's where you could get him more things that he wants, not just the necessities. You feel out of place. You can't afford any of this stuff. In your peripherals you could see Sakusa glancing at you every once in a while. He kept walking closer to you and his hand would brush yours. Eventually his right pinky hooked to the front of your left hand, but before he could move any further you heard someone yell your name.  You knew it could be from no other than a fiery redhead. Before you could turn around someone was launching themselves at you back and latched on. A deep voice followed soon after telling the redhead to get off of you.

"y/n!" he shouted again. Completely ignoring Sakusa like he was a fly he just needed to swat away. 

"Satori! omg your hair. Where did it go," He giggled at your reaction. 

Putting a hand to his buzzed hair he said "ita kinda fell off," a small smirk present on his face.

"I thought you said you buzzed it?" Ushijima asked, clearly not understanding the joke.

Sakusa pushed Satori a bit and said, "hey, i'm still here," Satori had made a face at his intrusion, and Sakusa continued when he saw Ushijima standing there. He bowed and said, "ushijima," his voice got deeper when he said his name. 

Ushijima did the same and the two six foot men glared at each other between you and Satori. "oh tennssionnn," Satori said, rolling his eyes and sucking in a breath between his teeth. Pushing Sakusa out of the way much harder than Sakusa did him he walked closer to you and explained how much he missed you. "Miracle boy and I spent years looking for you, why did you leave," Ushijima clearly hadn't told him the full story of your relationship.

"oh, Sakusa told me Ushijima gave up pretty quickly," Oh how wrong you were. You could tell by Ushijima scrunching his nose and the front of his eyebrows pointing down in anger. Satori too side eye'd Sakusa in anger. Grabbing your left shoulder, Satori lightly led you to start walking with him. "You know men, and all their lying, can't ever get a full story from them, huh. That's why I'm here. I knew there was a reason I needed to return from Paris," Satori said, looking off into the sky. Like he was much wiser than he actually was.

"you moved to Pari-" before you could finish, Satori shushed you and looked back up at the sky. 

" Ushijima and I trekked a long way, metaphorically of course, after you left Ushijima spent every waking day morning you. He'd sleep at your parents house, and at one point he got on his knees to beg them to tell him where you were," Satori continued his dramatic story. If you were alone you wouldn't be able to tell if he was serious or if it was for effects, but you can see Ushijima watching the ground embarrassed and Sakusa rolling his eyes waiting for any moment to jump in. "Eventually I forced him to continue practicing to get his mind off things, and if he ran into you. You guys were destined…Now we must go. I've said too much" He grabbed Ushijima's forearm and dragged him away waving aggressively at the two of you. Sakusa's hands were now in his pockets, and he looked ready to cuss out Satori at any moment. Looking back in front of you you pulled out your phone to check the time and see if you had any messages. Not mentally prepared to indulge in all the information you were just given.

"you kno-" Sakusa had started. 

"shit I need to pick up Isamu," You said, eyes widened at how little time you still have until his school ends. "bye Sakusa," you said while running the other direction.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

thoughts? ALSL TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY IM ON A ROLL (i actually wanna get to the fluff so badly)

[bucketspammer4life]

Random Idea. The boxers' SO has taken up boxing, and the boxers have been put in a match against their SO. What would would be going through their head during the match?

hell yes anonnn!!

Glass Joe - mans concerned. Mostly for himself because you'll probably win since hes the human version of a twig, but my god this man CANNOT tolerate hitting you,so he just stands there like "uhh"

Von Kaiser - Really happy that youre getting into matches but scared he'll accidentally hurt you, he has to ask you like "mind if i punch you??"

Disco Kid - finds it nice, will probably chat with you instead of actually participating in the match

King Hippo - Really up for the challenge but will hit lighter unless you ask him to not do that, but will joke around a bit more

Piston Hondo - Literally turns into a human statue. no moving no punches nothing. Unless you tell him its okay to fight hes not throwing a single punch since his heart probably cant take it

Bear Hugger - finds it nice and jokes around, will ask before if you want to just joke around or go for a real match

Great Tiger - happy that you both can train together, will tone down his usual show-offy nature but will still mess around

Don Flamenco - hes just flirting, its not even a fight at this point hes just practicing pick up lines on you

Aran Ryan - over the moon to see you here, will still fight but will toss aside his flail if he has it and take the horseshoes out since he doesnt wanna break your jaw

Soda Popinski - He'll share his drinks and chat with you a lot more during breaks, will hit a bit lighter unless you tell him to not

Bald bull - happy for you but petrified hes going to hurt you so he just freezes up

Super Macho Man - just looking at you like "noo i cant punch you" And will just chat with you unless you want to fight

Mr Sandman - finds it nice, will do the match but will be a bit more kinder

[friends-w-ghosts]

Some Edgar & Sabin headcanons because I love them. If they make a FFVI remake I hope we get more dialogue and have side quests relating to each of the characters, I just think every one of them is so interesting and I’d like to see them each get more time to shine.

Edgar

- He is the furthest thing from a morning person. Unfortunately during the plot of FFVI saving the world generally required getting up before it was even light out. He would much rather get up at 8 and spend until 9 waking up and getting ready. But alas, duty calls.

- Also definitely has the WORST bedhead. I imagine him having fairly thick hair that’s straight but has enough of a wave to it that it makes it time consuming to do in the morning. That and he just cares about looking presentable so he doesn’t cut any corners.

- He loves spending time on his appearance not because of vanity but just because he enjoys it as a form of self expression. He canonly enjoys decorating his room so I can see spending time choosing outfits and jewelry for himself as an extension of that.

- Terra was enslaved to work for the Empire, Locke is a thief, and Sabin is a monk…. This leaves Edgar as the person funding everything. Which he doesn’t mind in the least, money and treasure doesn’t mean much to him. His friends being healed up, fed, well-equipped, and well-rested means much more to him.

- He’s also very good at caring for people when they’re sick! Because Sabin was sick so often when they were younger he spent a lot of time learning how to care for him and all sorts of folk medicine. He can be a little over worried and over bearing with it at times but he means well.

- At the beginning of FFVI he’s very pale because he spends so much time inside and doesn’t really have any free time. Sabin for sure teases him about this and by the end of FFVI his skin tone is closer to Sabin’s and his hair is lighter because he’s actually getting some sun. Aka, Gerad looks different than Edgar because he’s just Edgar after being in the sun.

Sabin

- The biggest morning person ever, unlike Edgar. He gets up far before anyone else to get ready and train a little before the day starts.

- He also probably has pretty bad bedhead too considering Edgar and him are twins, but it doesn’t matter as much because his hairstyle is pretty messy to begin with. He just throws it in a ponytail and calls it a day.

- He HATES asking Edgar for things (or anyone, but especially Edgar). Knowing that Edgar already sacrificed so much by becoming the king of Figaro to let Sabin go off and have whatever life he wanted, he feels bad asking Edgar for anything more.

- He still gets sick easily, but not nearly as easily and as badly as when he was younger. He also never admits that he’s sick and tries to hide it. You basically have to beg him to rest when he is.

- He actually enjoys being a little bit dressed up but doesn’t because it’s inconvenient with his fighting style and he strictly limits his material possessions to what is necessary. He does wear different bows that Edgar gives him and occasionally small earrings. (I imagine Edgar loves dressing Sabin up too so the bows were completely his idea and bypass Sabin not wanting to ask him for anything).

- Actually the best parental figure to Gau, he probably models his parenting style mostly after Duncan. He’s very kind and surprisingly patient but also very strict at times, which works well with Gau. He also probably gets advice from Cyan. I could write a whole different post about just Sabin and Gau.

- I imagine the world of final fantasy 6 is actually made up of a few different languages, with one standardized language that is none of the characters first language but is built to make communication easy. Or maybe it would be the first language of people in the Empire, because I can see that being one of their grand pursuits or something. Anyway, this applies to Edgar and Sabin because I can see them talking in whatever Figaro’s language would be called when they want to talk privately but don’t get a lot of space from at least 2+ other people.

I wrote this up quickly so sorry for any grammar mistakes/weird sentences. I just wanted to get this out there for fun. If anyone is interested I might write more!

[likesunsetorange]

Need her to drunkenly over tip by a huge margin again and for Eren to witness 😭

He tries to argue with her in the car but her head hurts and she’s certain she’s better at math than him even if she is drunk!

LOL maybe bc im bored and taking a break from writing and i miss writing them cute bc i love them so much and its depressing writing them hate each other lol so here’s a little mini drabble!! also tried to combine some of the hc’s we’ve made that i happened to remember!!

(this is when they’re on good terms finally btw)

For all intents and purposes, Mikasa, albeit surprisingly, can handle her liquor.

How exactly? Eren’s not really sure, it’s something that still confuses him, especially when he’s certain she doesn’t weigh more than 140 lbs, he can’t quite comprehend where all the alcohol she drinks goes to. He’s sure it has something to do with her previous partying trysts, developing a tolerance over time. But from what Eren’s seen, some way, somehow, unless she’s purposeful in her drinking, she can normally make it out of a night unscathed, ending up mostly coherent at the end of the night.

So it’s because of this, Eren can’t seem to understand why tonight of all nights, she’s drunk beyond her means off two beers and a shot, as if it’s her first time drinking.

It’s Mikasa’s decision in the first place why the end up at the bar. After a day of running around, Mikasa wanting nothing more than to go to some new exhibit and an art gallery in Chelsea, in which she spends the entirety of their time their explaining every little detail of every art piece to Eren (which Eren finds himself enjoying more than he would like to admit), she insists on stopping at a few places he would like, feeling bad she drags him around to do her bidding; and then it’s only customary they get something to eat, knowing the two of them would be too lazy to cook once they got back.

But Mikasa, instead of ordering much to eat, orders a round of shots which they take together, and two beers (to Eren’s great surprise), and somehow ends up drunk. Her face flushed pink and her words beginning to slur, the customary signs of a Drunk Mikasa. She even starts scooting closer to him, whispering little jokes into his ear.

“Eren,” she whispers, trying to hold back giggles. “What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Eren raises a brow, wondering where this could possibly be going. “I don’t know, tell me.”

“A blue berry,” her words almost inaudible between laughs.

He can’t help but laugh a bit, because he can admit, it’s a little funny. He finds he likes this laid back version of her, when she’s seemingly more relaxed, not worrying about the things that he knows plague her mind—the side of her hates to see, plagued by her familial issues that cause more of a strain on her heart than she likes to admit. But on days like today, her steps are a little lighter, her smile a little brighter, and it’s hard to not be infected by her joyous mood.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, shaking his head, but his mouth is upturned, clearly amused and endeared.

“I’m actually berry funny,” she counters in between laughs as she lightly sways side to side, almost causing her to fall out of the barstool before Eren steadies her.

After this, he can see how drunk she is, and flags the bartender over, ordering her something to eat, knowing they should probably get going soon before she gets any drunker.

He watches her as she sits at the bar beside him, picking at the fries he forced in front of her just a few minutes prior. She props her head up on her hand, face visibly flushed crimson, sporting this dopey smile on her face that Eren can’t help but find endearing—she’s so fucking cute.

“Eren,” she says turning to face him, “can we go now?” Her voice is sweet, the tone she uses every so often, the one that always gets him, it lacks the snappy tone she normally uses, even now that they’re on good terms.

“Mikasa, you need to eat something, you’re drunk,” he protests.

“I can be drunk at home; I’m tired,” she whines, her face almost forming into a pout—such a brat.

He almost succumbs to her wishes, much like he always does, knowing she does somewhat have a point. After a day full of running around—much like they always do—even he wants nothing more to go back to the apartment, shower, and go to sleep. But he would rather not deal with her being in a mood in the morning because she’s hungover.

“Just hurry and eat your fries and we can go.”

Though, Eren fails to realize that Mikasa, albeit drunk, is still Mikasa and does as she pleases. He watches as she waves the bartender over, her motions a little wobbly, and motions for the check. They’re one of three groups of people in the whole dive bar, so the bartender is back within a under a minute’s time, check in hand, Mikasa already having taken her card out ready to pay. He takes her card, handing her back her receipt for her to sign for it.

Eren sighs, knowing he isn’t going to win this battle, and watches as she signs, before she hands him the receipt.

“Here, hand this to him so we can go,” she says, her usual snappy tone back.

Eren reads over the receipt eyeing the original price and then the final price with tip, seeing Mikasa tipped him well over 100%.

“Mikasa, why did you tip him so much?”

“What do you mean, I tipped him 20%,” her voice confused. She stands up from her seat not wanting to continue the conversation, before grabbing Eren’s hand almost a bit forcefully, and pulling him from the stool. “C’mom, Hannes is here let’s go.”

Eren leaves the receipt on the counter, knowing there’s not much of anyone in the bar to grab it anyways, before allowing Mikasa to tug him along outside. He sees the usual SUV, and holds the door open so Mikasa can hop inside, and slides in behind her, opting to sit in the back with her.

“So do you usually drunkenly overtip people?” Eren finally asks once the car starts moving, Mikasa leaning her head against the seat with her eyes closed.

“What are you talking about, I tipped him correctly. I know how to do math Eren, I’m a Columbia graduate, thank you very much.”

“Mikasa, you tipped him $100 on a $55 tab.”

Mikasa opens her eyes to look at him, her face shocked. “You’re giving me a headache, stop talking,” she huffs before leaning against him, clearly wanting to end the conversation. Eren doesn’t mind her touch, almost leaning into it, clearly receptive of her (rare) physical affections.

“It’s this damn bow you wear all the time,” he jokes, tugging lightly at today’s pink ribbon.

“Well take it out then,” she says, not bothering to open her eyes.

He does as instructed, pulling on one of the strings, and taking off her hair tie, watching as her hair comes loose. “Thank you,” she mumbles. Her face visibly softens, almost as if his joke was half right, the tension instantly leaving her face once her hair is down.

“You know, there’s worse things you could be doing drunk, you’re just a generous tipper, who would’ve thought,” he jokes.

“Fuck off, I’m a nice person, okay.”

“Yes, Mikasa, you are,” he teases. “Now go to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we’re home.”

[botgutz]

Ok I've got the oc blorg and it's gonna be neat-o!

I'm already thinking about making a masterpost and organizing the information. Because I got lots. Anyways, I will probably share it in a second...

(Random infos under cut)

Let's see... we got the mm ver. of events, where things are still very much integrated into the canon of the mm universe.

But I'm probably gonna focus on the "og" version? Where everything is mostly the same, just took out the mm references so it can stand on its own. This is the version of events everything else is based on.

These other "everything else" aus inclue:

Swapped: where everything has a lighter tone and the main like... 6 swap places ofc. This will probably be scrapped like most others.

Bad End: the most recent. Everything that can go wrong does go wrong (except for maybe an eventual happy ending???? Haha get it a good ending in a bad ending version)

Augionic: basically reworking the story but to further remove itself from mm, and instead focus on other influences.

And smaller scenarios include:

Timeline-fuckery: oh no the future is happening way too fast, now you have Asher and some others thrown into the mix.

Human: what it says on the tin. They be human now (and not happy about it)

And then you got the characters themselves. I'm gonna try to limit myself to only describing up to a certain number (5-6) and keep the rest as "if you want to know about them, you can ask".

Those main ones being: Cicada, Hearth, Network and swap out the other(s) depending on the story version.

If you read all that you get a sticker, yippee!

[stra-tek]

I would like to ask your opinion on the NuTrek set designs! I haven't watched strange new worlds or discovery (those are the nu prequel ones right?) mostly because I'm afraid they won't be good? Like they won't hold the same silly charm as TOS or TNG, and part of that worry is the ship design. I love that TOS bridge LOOKS like it's from the 60s, LOOKS like the ship is kinda held together with spit, sillystring, and human stubbornness, because that's how our real life space program was back then. From the pictures I've seen, I don't like all the fancy lights everywhere on a ship that looks completely different in TOS. I know they probably had to update it for marketing so like I get it but! What do you think and are the new sets distracting? And are the shows good? Thanks!

The sets are definitely very different to the old ones, more in line with the recent movie version of things where there are big windows in front with amazing space vistas and very hi-tech touchscreen panels everywhere. Personally I love them, they kept a few little callbacks to the originals like the Enterprise having some of the old jelly bean buttons on the consoles next to the modern flatscreen panels. I never found the brightness distracting but I've heard others complain about it. I only complained about Picard's third season where for 9 episodes they basically leave the lights off and you can barely see anyone😆 While Discovery has it's own look, the Enterprise has a kind of modern retro vibe where some things are now HUGE and SHINY but you'll spot stuff almost unchanged from the old show, like the Jeffries Tube Scotty was always tinkering in.

As for the shows themselves, they're a mixed bag (as were the originals)

Discovery had tons and tons of BTS drama, the people running the end of the first season weren't the same who started it so storytelling is somewhat uneven. And it's different from classic Treks in that it's one main plotline per season and there is one definite main character rather than an ensemble. Then they had two big shifts in direction: The first season is dark and mysterious, involving war with Klingons (who speak subtitled Klingon and like the sets have been reimagined to look far more alien) and mirror universes. The second tries to be much lighter in tone and more like the recent movies and has a plot that makes less and less sense the closer you examine it (but I still loved it), then they jump to the distant future where they're a relic in a universe that's changed a lot. It's also the queerest Trek ever with gay, nb and trans characters. There's some violence and swearing and a story about a former POW who was sexually abused in the first season but it's not all quite as it seems.

Strange New Worlds spins off from the second season of Discovery (but you don't need to have seen it first), and tells TOS/TNG/VOY style standalone stories which range from saving worlds to battling alien monsters to utter fluff but unlike the originals, what happens has lasting effects on the characters. It's got a mix of young versions of known characters, some have been changed a lot (Nurse Chapel is a total badass in this version, Spock is married to T'Pring and she's a huge part of his life) and others who didn't do enough in TOS to really be called changed, like Dr. M'Benga. They also have Kirk's brother on the crew and he's derpy as hell and we love him. It's the one most like classic Trek, but it's definitely more of a modern reboot of the concept even though officially it's a prequel in the same continuity (even going so far in Discovery as a "previously on" with clips from "The Cage" and then next season there's an episode called "Unification III", follwing on from the TNG two-parter and featuring the characters watching a clip from it). So don't get too hung up on all that stuff and just enjoy!

Hope that helps!🖖