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sugamamacustard · 4 years ago

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Come see me

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo X Omega! Reader

Genre: Minor Angst, but other than that, fluffy cuddle piles.

Request: Hi kinda nervous to request this since I'm very shy but..Is it okay to request a scenario where omega reader is feeling very insecure and jealous after idk like some new person comes in the pack and everyone is paying attention to them and reader feels very neglected but keeps quiet, starts spending more time with their friends and avoids the pack and their alpha. And then the pack plus alpha notices and drags reader back, and reassures them, and the entire pack cuddles and hug reader. Kinda like angst to fluff. Could be any team and any alpha. Though I prefer kuroo and nekoma. Sorry if it's too long I've always wanted an imagine like this. You don't have to do it if you don't wanna tho! I was just asking :)Have a good day💜

Summary: Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them...may not be best for you or your omega.

Warnings: Jealous omega! reader, reader almost goes into an omega depression, small angst,

Author’s Note: No need to be shy, darling! This is my first request for this blog so I’m super excited to write this and to fulfill my first request.!

Requests: Open!

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵ Originally, the idea of another manager for the Nekoma team excited you.

➵ You were really pumped to have an extra set of hands on board to help keep scores, or pick up balls, or put up and take down nets.

➵ To have someone else to joke and laugh with on the sidelines while Yaku was yelling at Lev, or to assist you in prying Kenma’s switch from his hands so he can eat.

➵ Having another manager seemed like such a good idea. A new friend for the pack.

➵ Until it wasn’t.

➵ Ichika was a kind and sweet girl in class 2-B (You were in 2-D), and originally you and her got along well.

➵ Your omega didn’t outright hate her, more of an indifference, and your personalities melded well together.

➵ And from what you’ve heard from her friends, she talked about the boys on the volleyball team a lot.

➵ So you figured she would be a good fit.

➵ However, you weren’t certain on it anymore.

➵ Maybe she was too good of a fit.

➵ ‘You’re being silly’ You told yourself.

➵ ‘She’s getting to know the team, that’s all’ You practically chanted in your head like a mantra.

➵ ‘She’s honing in on our pack. Our alpha.’ Your omega sneered, padding in a circle before flopping down, growling lowly. You tried reminding her that Kuroo was nothing more than a captain.

➵ An attractive captain who who you found yourself finding every opportunity in the book to talk too. But that was fine print.

➵ He was not your alpha. He was the commanding alpha of the volleyball team, but not yours.

➵ And maybe that was what hurt most. Knowing you had Zero claim on anyone in the pack, therefore you had no right to demand the attention.

➵ They gave their attention to who they wanted.

➵ Even if nowadays, it seemed to be Ichika more and more often then not.

➵ It hurt, when you both would be sitting on the sidelines and Inuoka would brush right past you to chat with Ichika.

➵ Or when you both would be passing out towels and water bottles and they only thanked her.

➵ It began hurting to the point you had to bite down whines or whimpers. Your omega was upset, therefore you were even more upset. But they seemed happy,

➵ Who were you to ruin that?

➵ Just because you saw them as pack, doesn’t mean they saw you in the same light.

➵ You tried pushing away that god awful thought, but it was planted and nothing was moving it.

➵ And whether you noticed it or not, you were acting on that thought.

➵ You didn’t stay after practice for anyone, instead cleaning up quickly and efficiently while the boys were in the change room.

➵ Leaving behind your notes for that day’s practice along with the gym keys right in front of the door.

➵ You didn’t wait for anyone and took a different way home so no-one would try to walk with you.

➵ You needed to separate from them, even if it hurt. Even if you cried on the way home. Even if you stayed in your nest from the minute you got home to the minute you had to leave for school the next day.

➵ Even if your meals got smaller and smaller.

➵ You never sat with the team anymore, Ichika taking your spot like she belonged there.

➵ Instead you sat with a group of friends from your class. They never asked any questions, which you were thankful for.

➵ You began wearing scent blocking patches to hide your scent, hide the sour note that almost always accompanied it.

➵ You just...tried to disappear. You still fulfilled your manager duties as you always did, but never more.

➵ Never gave words of encouragement. No pointers on how to improve. No jokes on Lev’s behalf. No nothing.

➵ And holy shit, that Irked Kuroo.

➵ He was always so excited for practices at the end of the day because that was when he would get to show off in front of you.

➵ Prove he was a strong alpha.

➵ He would admit, he liked you...A lot. He was even working on a future courting gift (It was a bracelet with intricate beading that looked almost like a cuff) but was having a few difficulties so couldn’t gift it to you yet.

➵ However, you were pulling away.

➵ Away from him. Away from the pack. Just away.

➵ You barely even glanced their way anymore.

➵ During practice, you just sat there, completed homework, then took notes. He never saw you after that.

➵ He tried to pack up as fast as he possibly could at the end of practice but was always late. You were always, without fail, gone. No trace of you ever being there except the notes you left in your wake with the keys.

➵ His alpha kept barking at him to stop you. To come up with any excuse to keep you here long enough for him to walk you home in the very least. But you were always gone.

➵ He tried everything, but you seemed one step ahead of him.

➵ His alpha blamed Ichika. Ever since she showed up you began pulling away.

➵ Were you jealous? Were you angry with them for trying to keep her away?

➵ They only put up with her because it was obvious you didn’t like her. So they tried keeping her away.

➵ Was that backfiring on them?

➵ Kuroo didn’t even know why there was another manager. You were perfect for them. Like a puzzle piece. Their personal cheerleader.

➵ Maybe school was piling on you?

➵ No. You always went to him for help.

➵ Maybe the duties were too much?

➵ No because you were still doing them all.

➵ Come to think of it, what was Ichika even doing?

➵ She did nothing except fawn over them and purr over their skills, which was nice for the ego boost at first, but soon just got annoying when she tried scenting them.

➵ It seemed she was fixated on him especially, trying to rub her neck all over him only for him to push her off with a growl. He had only scented two people in his life.

➵ Kenma, because he needed the practice, and you, which was why he practiced.

➵ And he planned to keep it that way.

➵ But you were still staying away. So he scented no one.

➵ The final straw was a Friday practice.

➵ You were sitting a ways a way in the corner, doing your work with your jacket wrapped in front of you like a boundary.

➵ His heart hurt at the thought of you feeling the need to recluse yourself like this.

➵ He made a motion to Kenma, his co-commanding alpha, who nodded before making his way to you.

➵ As he should’ve predicted, Ichika intercepted him. She tried to hug him, but he dodged, side stepping and trying to get to you, but she persisted.

➵ “Why don’t you give me the same attention you give her, huh? Rumor has it she’s been bordering on dropping for days, nothing but attention seeking in my humble opinion.”

➵ He paused in his efforts, looking down to her once more.

➵ “I’m sorry?”

➵ Ichika rolled her eyes. “It’s been all over school. Surprised you haven’t heard. She skips lunch more often than not, nowadays. People have even started bets as to when she finally drops. Real shame though. Gonna miss having someone else do all the work.”

➵ You were missing lunches. Lunches were meals he could guarantee you ate, and you suddenly weren’t doing so anymore. He was failing you.

➵ You were dropping right under their noses and as your pack they were watching it happen.

➵ As your head alpha, and hopefully future alpha, he was watching you drift away and ultimately fade from him.

➵ He was watching this happen?!

➵ What part of this was okay?! None of it.

➵ He was loosing you. Hell, if he hadn’t lost you already.

➵ No. You were here, at school, He still had time. He still had a chance. He still had- his jacket and bento.

➵ Turning tail, the alpha made his way to his bag, digging out the bento (Come to think of it, he hadn’t been eating much since this whole debacle started anyway) and grabbing his jacket before making his way to you once more.

➵ He didn’t pay any mind to Ichika, this time fully shoving past her to get to you.

➵ You looked up to him skeptically, watching as the alpha, the head alpha, bent to lay on his knees, slowly putting the bento on his jacket and sliding it in front of you.

➵ Your heart and mind were going a mile a minute as you watched the commanding fucking alpha of the pack, bow to you. Ask for your permission to get close to you.

➵ What-

➵ “Hi?”

➵ Kuroo said nothing in return, only lowering his chin to the ground, looking up to you. Almost waiting for you to allow him closer.

➵ When you said nothing he motioned towards the bento with a nod of his head. He was almost like a pup with how minimal his actions were.

➵ When you slowly took the bento, he raised in time with the box, watching you open it. when you popped a small bit of rice into your mouth. He purred loudly, slowly inching closer. He laid his jacket over yours, adding another layer to your barrier, which you slowly moved to allow him in.

➵ He crawled into your space, slowly moving your books and bag to nuzzle into your neck. You allowed him to, eating more rice-- which seemed to appease him.

➵ One by one, more of the teammates came by, offering their jackets to your now makeshift nest, joining in on the cuddle pile.

➵ All but Ichika, who seemed to angrily stomp about while cleaning up the few stray volleyballs.

➵ But you didn’t really care about her at this point.

➵ Your omega was at peace, especially with the alpha you’ve been pinning after purring into your neck, scenting you and pressing small kisses to your neck.

➵ This was your pack. Your home.

➵ And they wouldn’t let you fall behind.

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roach-works · 5 years ago

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here’s a story about changelings

reposted from my old blog, which got deleted: Mary was a beautiful baby, sweet and affectionate, but by the time she’s three she’s turned difficult and strange, with fey moods and a stubborn mouth that screams and bites but never says mama. But her mother’s well-used to hard work with little thanks, and when the village gossips wag their tongues she just shrugs, and pulls her difficult child away from their precious, perfect blossoms, before the bites draw blood. Mary’s mother doesn’t drown her in a bucket of saltwater, and she doesn’t take up the silver knife the wife of the village priest leaves out for her one Sunday brunch. She gives her daughter yarn, instead, and instead of a rowan stake through her inhuman heart she gives her a child’s first loom, oak and ash. She lets her vicious, uncooperative fairy daughter entertain herself with games of her own devising, in as much peace and comfort as either of them can manage. Mary grows up strangely, as a strange child would, learning everything in all the wrong order, and biting a great deal more than she should. But she also learns to weave, and takes to it with a grand passion. Soon enough she knows more than her mother–which isn’t all that much–and is striking out into unknown territory, turning out odd new knots and weaves, patterns as complex as spiderwebs and spellrings. “Aren’t you clever,” her mother says, of her work, and leaves her to her wool and flax and whatnot. Mary’s not biting anymore, and she smiles more than she frowns, and that’s about as much, her mother figures, as anyone should hope for from their child. Mary still cries sometimes, when the other girls reject her for her strange graces, her odd slow way of talking, her restless reaching fluttering hands that have learned to spin but never to settle. The other girls call her freak, witchblood, hobgoblin. “I don’t remember girls being quite so stupid when I was that age,” her mother says, brushing Mary’s hair smooth and steady like they’ve both learned to enjoy, smooth as a skein of silk. “Time was, you knew not to insult anyone you might need to flatter later. ‘Specially when you don’t know if they’re going to grow wings or horns or whatnot. Serve ‘em all right if you ever figure out curses.” “I want to go back,” Mary says. “I want to go home, to where I came from, where there’s people like me. If I’m a fairy’s child I should be in fairyland, and no one would call me a freak.” “Aye, well, I’d miss you though,” her mother says. “And I expect there’s stupid folk everywhere, even in fairyland. Cruel folk, too. You just have to make the best of things where you are, being my child instead.” Mary learns to read well enough, in between the weaving, especially when her mother tracks down the traveling booktraders and comes home with slim, precious manuals on dyes and stains and mordants, on pigments and patterns, diagrams too arcane for her own eyes but which make her daughter’s eyes shine. “We need an herb garden,” her daughter says, hands busy, flipping from page to page, pulling on her hair, twisting in her skirt, itching for a project. “Yarrow, and madder, and woad and weld…” “Well, start digging,” her mother says. “Won’t do you a harm to get out of the house now’n then.” Mary doesn’t like dirt but she’s learned determination well enough from her mother. She digs and digs, and plants what she’s given, and the first year doesn’t turn out so well but the second’s better, and by the third a cauldron’s always simmering something over the fire, and Mary’s taking in orders from girls five years older or more, turning out vivid bolts and spools and skeins of red and gold and blue, restless fingers dancing like they’ve summoned down the rainbow. Her mother figures she probably has. “Just as well you never got the hang of curses,” she says, admiring her bright new skirts. “I like this sort of trick a lot better.” Mary smiles, rocking back and forth on her heels, fingers already fluttering to find the next project. She finally grows up tall and fair, if a bit stooped and squinty, and time and age seem to calm her unhappy mouth about as well as it does for human children. Word gets around she never lies or breaks a bargain, and if the first seems odd for a fairy’s child then the second one seems fit enough. The undyed stacks of taken orders grow taller, the dyed lots of filled orders grow brighter, the loom in the corner for Mary’s own creations grows stranger and more complex. Mary’s hands callus just like her mother’s, become as strong and tough and smooth as the oak and ash of her needles and frames, though they never fall still. “Do you ever wonder what your real daughter would be like?” the priest’s wife asks, once. Mary’s mother snorts. “She wouldn’t be worth a damn at weaving,” she says. “Lord knows I never was. No, I’ll keep what I’ve been given and thank the givers kindly. It was a fair enough trade for me. Good day, ma’am.” Mary brings her mother sweet chamomile tea, that night, and a warm shawl in all the colors of a garden, and a hairbrush. In the morning, the priest’s son comes round, with payment for his mother’s pretty new dress and a shy smile just for Mary. He thinks her hair is nice, and her hands are even nicer, vibrant in their strength and skill and endless motion. They all live happily ever after. * Here’s another story: Gregor grew fast, even for a boy, grew tall and big and healthy and began shoving his older siblings around early. He was blunt and strange and flew into rages over odd things, over the taste of his porridge or the scratch of his shirt, over the sound of rain hammering on the roof, over being touched when he didn’t expect it and sometimes even when he did. He never wore shoes if he could help it and he could tell you the number of nails in the floorboards without looking, and his favorite thing was to sit in the pantry and run his hands through the bags of dry barley and corn and oat. Considering as how he had fists like a young ox by the time he was five, his family left him to it. “He’s a changeling,” his father said to his wife, expecting an argument, but men are often the last to know anything about their children, and his wife only shrugged and nodded, like the matter was already settled, and that was that. They didn’t bind Gregor in iron and leave him in the woods for his own kind to take back. They didn’t dig him a grave and load him into it early. They worked out what made Gregor angry, in much the same way they figured out the personal constellations of emotion for each of their other sons, and when spring came, Gregor’s father taught him about sprouts, and when autumn came, Gregor’s father taught him about sheaves. Meanwhile his mother didn’t mind his quiet company around the house, the way he always knew where she’d left the kettle, or the mending, because she was forgetful and he never missed a detail. “Pity you’re not a girl, you’d never drop a stitch of knitting,” she tells Gregor, in the winter, watching him shell peas. His brothers wrestle and yell before the hearth fire, but her fairy child just works quietly, turning peas by their threes and fours into the bowl. “You know exactly how many you’ve got there, don’t you?” she says. “Six hundred and thirteen,” he says, in his quiet, precise way. His mother says “Very good,” and never says Pity you’re not human. He smiles just like one, if not for quite the same reasons. The next autumn he’s seven, a lucky number that pleases him immensely, and his father takes him along to the mill with the grain. “What you got there?” The miller asks them. “Sixty measures of Prince barley, thirty two measures of Hare’s Ear corn, and eighteen of Abernathy Blue Slate oats,” Gregor says. “Total weight is three hundred fifty pounds, or near enough. Our horse is named Madam. The wagon doesn’t have a name. I’m Gregor.” “My son,” his father says. “The changeling one.” “Bit sharper’n your others, ain’t he?” the miller says, and his father laughs. Gregor feels proud and excited and shy, and it dries up all his words, sticks them in his throat. The mill is overwhelming, but the miller is kind, and tells him the name of each and every part when he points at it, and the names of all the grain in all the bags waiting for him to get to them. “Didn’t know the fair folk were much for machinery,” the miller says. Gregor shrugs. “I like seeds,” he says, each word shelled out with careful concentration. “And names. And numbers.” “Aye, well. Suppose that’d do it. Want t’help me load up the grist?” They leave the grain with the miller, who tells Gregor’s father to bring him back ‘round when he comes to pick up the cornflour and cracked barley and rolled oats. Gregor falls asleep in the nameless wagon on the way back, and when he wakes up he goes right back to the pantry, where the rest of the seeds are left, and he runs his hands through the shifting, soothing textures and thinks about turning wheels, about windspeed and counterweights. When he’s twelve–another lucky number–he goes to live in the mill with the miller, and he never leaves, and he lives happily ever after. * Here’s another: James is a small boy who likes animals much more than people, which doesn’t bother his parents overmuch, as someone needs to watch the sheep and make the sheepdogs mind. James learns the whistles and calls along with the lambs and puppies, and by the time he’s six he’s out all day, tending to the flock. His dad gives him a knife and his mom gives him a knapsack, and the sheepdogs give him doggy kisses and the sheep don’t give him too much trouble, considering. “It’s not right for a boy to have so few complaints,” his mother says, once, when he’s about eight. “Probably ain’t right for his parents to have so few complaints about their boy, neither,” his dad says. That’s about the end of it. James’ parents aren’t very talkative, either. They live the routines of a farm, up at dawn and down by dusk, clucking softly to the chickens and calling harshly to the goats, and James grows up slow but happy. When James is eleven, he’s sent to school, because he’s going to be a man and a man should know his numbers. He gets in fights for the first time in his life, unused to peers with two legs and loud mouths and quick fists. He doesn’t like the feel of slate and chalk against his fingers, or the harsh bite of a wooden bench against his legs. He doesn’t like the rules: rules for math, rules for meals, rules for sitting down and speaking when you’re spoken to and wearing shoes all day and sitting under a low ceiling in a crowded room with no sheep or sheepdogs. Not even a puppy. But his teacher is a good woman, patient and experienced, and James isn’t the first miserable, rocking, kicking, crying lost lamb ever handed into her care. She herds the other boys away from him, when she can, and lets him sit in the corner by the door, and have a soft rag to hold his slate and chalk with, so they don’t gnaw so dryly at his fingers. James learns his numbers well enough, eventually, but he also learns with the abruptness of any lamb taking their first few steps–tottering straight into a gallop–to read. Familiar with the sort of things a strange boy needs to know, his teacher gives him myths and legends and fairytales, and steps back. James reads about Arthur and Morgana, about Hercules and Odysseus, about djinni and banshee and brownies and bargains and quests and how sometimes, something that looks human is left to try and stumble along in the humans’ world, step by uncertain step, as best they can. James never comes to enjoy writing. He learns to talk, instead, full tilt, a leaping joyous gambol, and after a time no one wants to hit him anymore. The other boys sit next to him, instead, with their mouths closed, and their hands quiet on their knees. “Let’s hear from James,” the men at the alehouse say, years later, when he’s become a man who still spends more time with sheep than anyone else, but who always comes back into town with something grand waiting for his friends on his tongue. “What’ve you got for us tonight, eh?” James finishes his pint, and stands up, and says, “Here’s a story about changelings.”

#long post #writing #fic #autism #changelings #fairies

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bokunosimpfiction · 4 years ago

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Jin x Reader

Request: Anything fluff/smut without plot from Jin would be awesome!!! thank u in advance <3

So in the google form the color for samurai champloo and demon slayer in the pie chart are almost the same and I was sooooo confused on who jin was for a hot second. But I hope you enjoy this!

(also I collect requests in the google forms so I can collect analytics on what people like to see on my blog. I don’t have to sit and look at notes and wonder if it’s the same people or not lol)

1.5k words about???

Synopsis: You and Jin end up in an abounded shed waiting out a storm. You both decide to not be strangers on the same road anymore

It was quiet in the abandoned shed you had found shelter in with him. Two travelers, alone on a single road, driven to the same place to share a roof over your head. It was dark and the rain only dripped through one part of the roof. There was enough space for two people to sleep if the pressed close to one another. Which is what would probably happen later tonight. In the meantime, you and this mysterious samurai were sharing your onigiri by lantern light.

“Thank you for sharing,” he says. It’s purely customary. You doubt he means it. Unless he’s normally this serious and quiet. He’s almost solemn, like he’s grown used to carrying an enormous weight.

“I should be thanking you for your company,” you respond, “I’ve been travelling alone for along time, and it’s nice to be near someone, even if they are a stranger.” You don’t really find the energy to continue talking, and rather, you find your head resting against the wall of the shack you’ve taken refuge in against the storm.

He looks at you, surprised by your confession, and his glasses slide down towards the tip of his nose. He clears his throat and composes himself. “Well, we’ll be staying here together for a little bit, so I see no reason why we should stay strangers for the moment. I am Jin.”

You introduce yourself, and explain where you’re heading too, only to find he’s heading there too. He has nothing but the clothes on his back, the sword on his hilt, and the skills to use it. While you have some coins and an instrument you’ve been playing to get a little bit of pocket change for food and lodging.

“We should travel together to Kyoto,” you end up saying, “you can keep me safe, and I’ll provide the food.”

He wants to disagree, but he doesn’t. Something about you and how you carry yourself is entrancing to him, and he finds himself being drawn into your eyes. You stare right back, with an energy he can’t quite put his finger on, and the distance closes itself before either of you can really process it.

His mouth tastes like umeboshi and kelp, and so does yours, having not even finished your food quite yet. You part for a moment, foreheads resting together, and you find yourself saying, “I don’t want to be strangers, Jin.”

“Neither do I…” It’s a strange feeling, telling this half-truth. He does want to get to know you, but does he want to stay with you after this journey ends, or will he want to part ways and think of you as a nostalgic memory? He decides to leave his thoughts aside and enjoy your soft lips on his.

You find yourself leaning towards him, and he leans towards you, lowering you onto the dirt floor you’ve both been sitting on. Your hair splays out like a halo, a part of your face illuminated by the warm yellow light of the candle.

“Would you like me to put out the lantern?” He asks.

“No thank you, I’d like to see your face.” Perhaps it’s to intimate, or perhaps having sex in the moonlight is too romantic for two people who’ve only known each other for five hours. Whatever the answer to that is, it doesn’t matter, because the lantern stays on and he finds himself kissing your neck, undoing the ties on your obi so your kimono falls apart.

Your chest rises and falls slowly, but your heart beats in your ears as he pushes the fabric apart even further, and helps you take your arms out of your sleeves before lowering you back onto your now discarded clothing. His hands run up and down your skin as you work on ridding him of his as well but only managing to open his yukata before he dives into kissing you again. His skin is so pale it looks almost like paper in the light of the lantern.

You run your hands down his shoulders to his biceps and squeeze lightly. He’s braced above you on his forearms, placing chaste kisses from your neck to your chest. You can’t help the way you gasp his name when he presses his tongue flat against your right nipple.

He closes his mouth around the bud and finds himself looking up through his lashes at the relaxed look on your face. The steady pants that escape you as you thread your fingers through his hair. He’s intoxicated by the taste of your skin, and he continues downwards towards the apex of your thighs.

When he reaches your pubic bone you pull his head up lightly by his ponytail. “You don’t have too.”

“I want to.” And he presses forward, breathing in the musk of your cunt before he likes a stripe up your slit, already wet with the minimal foreplay thus far. He finds his tongue delving into your slit, barely pressing against your entrance and you whimper. It’s such a delicate and arousing sound, and knowing he has you vulnerable like this, legs splayed around his head, fills himself with a sense of pride.

The tip of his tongue grazes your clit, and he finds himself nudging it out of its hood, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses to your entrance while letting his tongue barely enter you. Your legs squeezing around his head grounds him as his tongue thrusts lazily inside you, feeling your breathing quicken.

His hand snakes itself between your thighs and he eases one finger in and watches your body stiffen as you gasp. The stretch doesn’t burn but it isn’t comfortable either, but as he moves his fingers the sensation becomes solely pleasurable and when he adds a second finger you feel your eyes water. It feels different than what your used to when you touch yourself. You’d always to afraid to go inside, and opted to just rub your clit, but his fingers feel so good inside you, the tips brushing against a spot inside you that had you keening, begging for more.

His mouth moves to your clit and he prods the nub with his tongue and begins to suck, gently, and feels your clit throb in his mouth in time with the way he thrusts his fingers. Your thighs tense around his head, and the muscles tense. You feel liquid fire through your veins, and it’s so hard to hold onto reality as you feel intense pleasure travel throughout your body. Your toes curl and your fingernails dig into Jin’s scalp as the most intense orgasm of your entire life crashes through you, like waves of the ocean against a ship during a summer storm.

He let’s you ride out your orgasm, and when your shaking slows down and your legs go limp does, he finally pulls away fully, your wetness glistening on his mouth. You lean up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as he leans you back so your again.

When his lips leave yours, you pant onto his face trying to catch up with the events that just occurred.

“I’d like to make you feel good,” you find yourself saying. And going to sit up again, trying to reach for his erection.

“You need to rest,” Jin says, “I can wait a little bit while you catch your breath.”

“But-“

“No buts, this is clearly the first time you’ve done something like this.” His observation is true, even if you hate to admit it. “I don’t think you’ve even properly touched yourself, have you?”

You shake your head. No, no you haven’t.

“Then going all the way can wait. I’ve taken enough of your firsts for tonight.” It’s a definitive answer, one you know you can’t argue with as he helps you back into your clothing, gently.

“You did so well,” he mutters the praise into your ear as he slips your kimono back on, not bothering to wrap it around you as he hold his bare chest to yours. You can feel his breaths rise and fall as he holds you and rolls you onto your side in his arms.

It’s still raining, but the lantern has burnt out and only fractures of moonlight shine through the cracks of the wooden walls. The moment is soft and quiet, only steady breathing and the putter of rain being heard, almost like white noise to drift off to.

And you do. You drift off to sleep with Jin, on the dirt floor of an abounded shed in the woods. You weren’t strangers like you were just hours ago and being close to him like this was a kind of serene you couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. And you hope you’d be able to keep this to yourself.

#samurai champloo #samurai champloo x reader #jin x reader #jin samurai champloo #samurai champloo imagine #samurai champloo smut #fluff #smut #i had fun writing this

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hereformcdonaldshonestly · 4 years ago

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i love your writing alot so im requesting again lol- HCs for deku, tsuyu, shoto, denki and hanta with a S/O who moves around a lot while they're sleeping and accidently kicks them out of bed? tysm love. and again, make sure you take care of yourself!! <33

Awww! Of course! :D

So this originally was supposed to be posted a few days ago, but noooooooo my phone messed the crap up so now I have to start over again 😤 so these will be short but I promise to put out some good stuff!

S/O Kicks Them Out of the Bed

Fluff 💖

Izuku Midoriya-

Anytime you and Izuku slept in the same bed, it would be all nice and cuddly. Then you would get hot and he would try to still cuddle you since he’s a sweet green-haired baby. Whenever it did get hot, you were known to throw the covers off you and sleep almost nude. One of the first times this ever happened, you and him were both soundly asleep. You started to toss and turn from the sweat and eventually threw off the cover. He immediately cuddled you and got closer. BIG MISTAKE! You managed to kick him off the bed with one swift kick and woke up to him groaning, laying on the ground.

“Izuku!” You said, standing up and going over to him. He was curled up, rubbing his head from where he hit it. “Ah! What happened!?” He asked after a few moments of sitting up, taking a second. “I was hot!” You exclaimed, feeling horrible. That next morning people were asking about what happened, all you said was one word and it was “hot” then Deku would add on with “natured, very hot natured.” Poor kid!

Tsuyu Asui-

Whenever you started dating Tsu, you knew it would be like dating a frog. But it never really bothered you until you both were going to sleep, she would spread out on the bed and you would constantly move around, trying to get comfortable. So there was barely any space in the bed when it came to you two. She was sprawled out and you were tossing and turning. You could hear her grumble and mumble a bit when she kept feeling the sheets move but it wasn’t much of a bother. Then something just made you want to stretch your legs out, and when you did you somehow managed to kick her off the bed and into the floor. You were in such a deep sleep, you didn’t even realize until that next morning.

“Hey babe! How did you sleep?” You ask, kissing her cheek. “Pretty bad, I fell off the bed, ribbit.” Your eyes went kind of wide, so what was a bad guy in your dream that you kicked was actually Tsu! “I’m so sorry!” You say, while hugging her. She laughed it off and honestly it was just a fun story to tell to your friends, she still didn’t mind sharing the bed with you.

Shoto Todoroki-

Shoto was usually hot and cold, yes not just his personality or the Katy Perry song, but his body was hot and cold on different sides! Whenever you slept with him, you would lay on his chiller side, that night you were asleep with your face on his shoulder. His chest slowly raising up and down, with quiet snores. You were known to move around a decent bit, but it never really affected him. You started to move around, moving your arms and legs. You went to go stretch, that’s when you feel your hand hit something. Your eyes opened quickly and you heard a thud. There was Shoto holding his face, laying on the ground. “I’m so sorry Todoroki!” You say, instantly feeling terrible. “No no, it’s fine.” He says, finally looking at you.

You ended up sitting in the floor with him, holding a ice pack up to his eye. You kept apologizing over and over again, the last time you did it, he chuckled quietly. “At least I know you can defend yourself, I’m not mad.” He says looking at you. You smile a bit, kissing his forehead. “I really am sorry.” You sigh, he cups your face and kisses you. “Like I said (y/n), I’m not mad. So don’t worry, okay?” He says, you nod. That next morning people asked what happened to his eye and he just says you used your sleep karate skills on him. Everyone laughed, knowing that you move around a lot anyways!

Denki Kaminari-

Whenever it came down to it, you were known for moving around a lot in your sleep. And when anytime would touch Denki that he couldn’t recognize, he immediately goes into defensive mode. This occurred one night while you were asleep in his dorm. You were laying down, faced towards the wall and in a pretty deep sleep. That’s when you stretch out your leg with some force and you send him flying! He falls off and all hell is unleashed. “Ah!” Denki yells, falling and immediately using his quirk. He starts to send electric shocks throughout the room and managed to hit you and hit the outlets so the lights got knocked out and bursted from the amount of electricity that came from him. You woke up yelling because being electrocuted isn’t the best way to start your day. The whole power was out, you hear students yell out if confusion and some out of fright. It was like that the whole night!

That next morning, you and Denki had to explain to Aizawa what happened and honestly he was NOT a fan. You had a mark from the electricity hitting you, Denki had dark eye bags from lack of sleep and bruises from where he accidentally got hit and then knocked off into the floor. You guys still slept together, but after that you were MUCH more cautious and made sure to not freak out like you both did.

Hanta Sero-

You were very cold natured, like you would sleep with 5 blankets and still be cold! Sero could deal with it but it wasn’t exactly his type of sleeping style. So you both would share the blankets without a complaint in the world. Well that was until you started to take the blanket from it. It was like a full out war for this thin blanket! You would pull it from him, curling up. You could hear him groan and try to pull it back from him. It went like this all night. By the time it was late, you grabbed the blanket for the last time. He went to go and pull it back, that’s when you kicked him and he fell straight onto the floor. “Ah!” He yells as he falls into the floor. He hit the floor with a loud thud, that woke you up in an instant. “What happened!?” You say, getting ready to fight whatever there could possibly be.

You look down and your face got immediately red. “I uh-“ you start, then you can hear Sero laughing. “That was awesome babe! I didn’t know you could do that!” He says, the next morning he bragged how his partner had wonderful and outstanding leg strength. You were embarrassed at first but then realized it wasn’t that bad, so you would join along laughing with them. Let’s say he was much more careful when sharing a blanket from now on!

I hope you liked this! Recently my other blog has been blowing up! We do letters and if you want to check it out I highly recommend it!

I hope you have a great day! :)

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venusdeus · 4 years ago

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Court of Kings - Chapter 1

Summary: Sent to a neighboring kingdom to secure an alliance, forced to give up your dreams and ambitions, disregarded as a means to an end. You however have no desire to fulfil their wishes. And neither does Oikawa.

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x female reader

Genre: Fluff, comedy, angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers au (more like enemies to allies to friends to lovers), eventual smut?

Word count: 2700+

Warnings: All the characters are adults unless specified. This chapter is sfw. Minors do not interact.

Notes: Part 1 of a long series I’m planning to write. This is my first fic in this blog so I would greatly appreciate comments, follows and feedback!

Read Prologue first <...> Chapter 2

August 5th

The first messengers arrived when you were having afternoon tea with your literature instructor in the gardens of your summer residence, as your brother was practicing his sword skills not too far. A maid sent by your mother brought you the news of their negotiation a few hours later, accompanied by some of the strawberry macarons you loved so much.

If it were up to you, you would refuse such a ridiculous offer even before it was brought to your attention. Now that they had a male heir to the throne however, there was no use of a girl that had no claim to become the future ruler, other than being sent to create diplomatic relations now that you were over twenty summers.

“Where do you think they are from?” your brother asked as he tried to dust off his clothes, quite tired from following the orders of his practice partner all day long.

“I wouldn’t know, I didn’t see any flags with them.” you continued as he looked disappointed “But they were wearing blue, so at least we know it's not from the south.”

He nodded; his eyes wide with worry “I am glad they are not sending you there.”

“No one is sending me anywhere yet Hiro.” you answered quite annoyed, turning your head sharply to glare at the boy.

It was not his fault per see but him being recognized as the heir has left you in an awkward situation for the past twelve years. You loved your brother dearly, unlike the distant relationship you had with your parents. It was not because you had the ambition to rule the kingdom either. Of course, it was unfair as you were the firstborn, and if not for what was between your legs, you would also have been the one to inherit the crown.

Even if that was so, you simply did not find it in yourself to become a leader. You, however, did wish to be able to shape your own future. One that did not involve fulfilling the selfish wishes of others.

“It would be awfully lonely without you.” he sighed, instantly making you feel guilty for sounding a little bit too harsh.

Hiro looked incredibly small for his age, standing there with his shoulders slouched, fingers flicking, a skinny and sickly kid since the day he was born. He took after your father with his dark hair and almost pitch-black eyes, but with your mother's facial features, a contrast to your own looks that bore no resemblance to any of them, another reason for your alienation from the rest of the family.

“And it would be awfully quiet without you.” you teased “Maybe then I would be able to read in peace.”

Several footsteps coming behind you silenced you both before Hiro could retort, cutting the joyful air and replacing it with a heavy feeling.

Your mother was a beautiful woman that much was true, but in a different way to that of her kids. The Queen had extremely sharp features and her painted lips always supported a displeased frown. She acted as her title suggested, prim and proper, she fit her role perfectly.

Renowned for her charm when she was younger, she did not lose much to the ages if not for the wrinkles next to her keen eyes and the white threads on her hair. Likewise, she was as smart as she was alluring. Coming from a family that lost their wealth a long time ago even though they still supported titles, no one would even dream of her being second to the sole ruler of their beloved country. She was a success-driven woman, which made her a threat in the eyes of many in the court, thus she was not given the right to make a decision when it came to the education of the heirs she produced. Although affectionate towards her kids first, she had no say on the time she had with them, causing their family ties to weaken, and mostly spent her time with foreign ambassadors. A responsibility entrusted upon her by her husband.

“I see you received my message.” she declared not looking at you directly “We will talk more about this after our guests leave. For now, I want both of you to go to your rooms and stay there until dinner.”

You could sense the irritation in her voice. It was not for her kids, however, as you could see the dark circles under her eyes, a sign of her losing sleep for the past few days.

“Won’t we meet our guests?” Hiro questioned before you could.

“It is not needed as they are only messengers.” the Queen answered shortly before continuing her walk towards the main hall, her maids trailing behind. “I will see you two in an hour.”

Leaving your brother behind, you decided to head down towards the observatory. You knew that you would get an earful from your maids later for not changing your garments for the dinner, but your head was filled with too many questions and negative possibilities to care about dresses. It was not as if you did not know that this day would come. It even took longer than expected if all things considered. Most in your position would be engaged before they even stopped using diapers. It was a more political alliance than anything else, decided by the respective kingdoms and the advisors.

You even saw the letters that were exchanged since last year with multiple seals supporting different coat of arms. The council of your father must have declined the offers before this. Not for your sake, at least you didn’t think it was, but for not suiting their taste. It was a big deal for the princess of a country, whether being the heir or not, to marry someone as it reassured the ties you would create.

The only positive thing that happened so far was the fact that you would not be sent to the south. The Southern Kingdom was placed across the sea and was an important trade partner to your own.

It was a wealthy country for sure, but also too grim and the people too wild. Other than the traded goods it wasn’t a traveller-friendly country. They kept to themselves and even though the only thing that separated the two port kingdoms was a narrow sea, they had a vastly different culture. These differences resulted in legends and the rumors about the country becoming more and more outrageous over time.

They called their men barbaric, only interested in hunt and the art of war. Their women proclaimed witches, quite beautiful unlike the stereotype, but worshippers of a different God. All just foolish rumors said your history instructor. He was a wise man that travelled a lot when he was younger and according to him these tales were nonsense. Their folk did not originate there but immigrated over a few centuries ago. He taught you that the people of the Southern Kingdom were that of culture and arts. They just did not like intruders. His words didn’t ease your or Hiro’s heart however as you were fed these tales since you were younger.

If you could find a way to escape from this responsibility you would. Yet, since the first time you sensed what was going on you were looking for an answer, just to be disappointed every time.

The dinner was cold and tasteless even though it was made from the best ingredients one could manage to find. “The lady that makes them must hate her occupation with a passion” claimed your brother when you were dismissed “I can’t understand how mother likes it.”

Once again, the King did not join you at the table. It was always the same excuse, politics, responsibilities. But you knew better. You knew why your parents did not share a bed anymore and you could see the looks women of the court gave to your father. It was not because the King was a good-looking man, quite the opposite in fact, but power attracted people.

You were fully grown now and even when you were younger, you knew what these actions indicated. You even had the most unfortunate memory of seeing one of them, who was not much older than you, leaving your father's chamber looking quite flushed. You would have not cared if only the woman did not give you a curtsy while supporting a smirk.

Lady Winna was her real name, daughter of a lord that was close to the King, nicknamed Lady Whore by you. And most of the time, she was the reason your father would skip the meals altogether only to receive a feast in his room later that night. Which was why you knew that you should never hope for a love match. If lucky you could maybe be friends with your future partner.

“She does not hate her job, she hates her life” you replied “Not that it would matter, she will leave soon. I heard she was pregnant with a lord’s child. A married one on top of that.”

Hiro gasped “What if someone were to hear you talking about these rumors” he exclaimed hitting your arm quite forcefully “you could be punished.”

“Don’t act as if you never say such stuff you little bridge troll. I know how you talk behind your instructors.” you mused rubbing the pain off. “And who will punish a princess I ask you? If not for mother or father?”

“Do I need to know what I should punish you for?”

Both you and Hiro jumped at the unexpected voice of the Queen, a gasp leaving your mouths. She was holding a box in her hand and her face was supporting a rare, serene expression.

“Nothing of importance.” replied Hiro quickly “We were just afraid of falling behind our studies.”

The Queen did not seem convinced as her eyes narrowed, but she had a small genuine smile on. “I see. Why don’t you go on ahead and start your nightly studies then? I need to talk to your sister privately in the meantime.”

Hiro let out a snort that he tried to cover with a cough. You are in trouble he mouthed before bowing to your mother and disappearing through the corridor.

“I would like you to know I was just repeating what the ladies in the court were saying. Not that I believe the rumors of course, it is quite indecent.” you tried to explain quickly but the Queen cut you with a shake of her head.

“That is not why I wanted to talk to you dear. It is however quite incident for a lady to talk that way you are right.” she sighed “Why don’t we talk in my study?”

You knew what was coming now, after all you could not remember the last time you had a conversation with your mother alone, the relaxed expression on her face, however, gave you hope. Maybe, you thought, they decided it was not time yet. Or maybe they did not like the offers that came through.

“Close the door, will you?” she asked walking towards the desk that stood before the bookshelves that covered the walls.

“Where are your attendants?” you questioned as you followed her inside “Is there something wrong?”

“I thought you would be more comfortable if it were just the two of us that’s all. I need to show you something.” She answered motioning towards the box she was holding. “It came this morning. For you of course. Go on, open it.”

The box itself was made from heavy oak, painted black with a family crest carved on top of it. The symbol looked familiar enough, but you could not concentrate enough to remember where you knew it from over the heavy beating of your heart. Opening it cautiously you took a sharp breath between your teeth, observing the contents.

Inside stood a tiara that was made from white gems shaped in intricate designs that you have not encountered before and in the middle stood an icy blue diamond so big that you could have sworn it must have cost the yearly earnings of a whole country.

“Not a ring.” You stated matter of factly “A very bold choice for a gift.”

“Indeed. But you cannot expect less from Seijoh.” Your mother replied with a cautious voice, almost as if she was calculating your reaction.

“Seijoh…” the box cluttered on the table as you let go of it abruptly “You are sending me up north? We waged war against them for years! Even before my grandfather! And now you are sending me there?”

You knew the country itself was wealthy enough and that it had a strong military presence. They had many allies within the countries that bordered yours as well. But they also claimed right on your countries throne by sighting territorial dispute as well as a marriage between the two countries that produced no heir.

Now they were sending you there as a scapegoat. To secure his claim to the throne. And maybe even to theirs. An eye for an eye.

It took another week for your father to send a response and invite the Crown Prince and the King of Seijoh for a short visit before the decision was finalized and another two for them to arrive on the outskirts of your kingdom with their entourage behind.

As you sat in your suite biting your nails and waiting for their arrival, your maids were going in and out with different dresses in their hands looking for your approval. You on the other hand did not have the mental energy to entertain their ideas. It was bad enough that you had to attend a ball given in their honor that very evening, but you also had to be in the throne room soon enough to welcome them into the castle. Not to mention this would be the first time that you were to meet your possible future husband.

You heard of him before of course. How could you not when his reputation preceded him? A very cunning and ambitious young man, yet it was his looks that brought the most gossip. You heard his name whispered among the staff when they did not know you were listening and heard the ladies giggle when they mentioned the time that they spent in their court, with him.

It was enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth. Was it too much to ask that your future partner was a man of intelligence and few words? At least you would know that you could get along with him then. But a sharp and striking Casanova? They had to be jesting. That was the only possible explanation for this mockery.

As if your fathers’ ridiculous behaviors wasn’t enough now you had to entertain another man like him. It was pretty common for monarchs to take on other lovers, but you would not be embarrassed by a man you did not know in your own house, husband or not.

When you finally entered the throne room you could hear the commotion outside caused by non-other than the infamous man that was plaguing your thoughts for the past week. Your mother motioned you to hurry and take your place with a sudden turn of her chin just before the doors opened.

The rumors did not do him justice you thought as he strutted towards you and your family, your breath caught in your throat.

Oikawa Tooru was without a doubt the most beautiful man you ever laid eyes on.

He was beautiful alright.

And with his charming eyes staring straight at your own and his delicate hands placed on his sword, he looked ready to murder.

It might look like a filler episode, but I needed to give background and I love to build anticipation. Sorry not sorry? Reblogs are appreciated! And also this was not edited I posted it right after writing it so if you see any mistake let me know.

Disclaimer: No portion of this story may be reproduced in any form without permission. I do not own the character of Oikawa Tooru. This is a work of fiction.

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 4 years ago

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Richard, man of contradictions..

In the past i did some rammblings on

Olli the balanced

My take on Till

Paul - the chameleon - Landers

(and for some reason i think i did Flake as well, but i can't seem to find it) (i blame tumblr.. 😁)..and i always wanted to do one on Richard, but for some reason that appeared a lot more difficult.. i think it's because he seems to be a man of contradictions..

'the only rockstar in the band' 《》 not nearly as much in the public eye as other musicians (or some bandmates)

needs 'drama' (even sometimes creates it) 《》 would like it best if the others just went along with him

very much into sex and drugs and rock&roll 《》 seemingly quite happy to just hang out at home and work

very fickle in relationships (work, but i think also privatly) 《》 absolutely devoted to his family and (very close) friends

very much aware of appearance&looks 《》 happy to go out (and publish photos of himself on IG) in the same casual outfit he has been wearing for ages (and even a reasonbly priced one at that)

confident in defending his work against the others' criticism 《》 a worrier, always thinking it isn't good enough, wanting to do more..to do better..

wanting his privacy 《》 oversharing in many an interview about what he thinks and how he feels at that moment (and having several indiscreet girlfriends and relatives sharing bits of his private bubble on social media)

not being a teamplayer 《》 wanting to work in a team (otherwise he'd have quit Rammstein a long time ago)

..and i think these contradictions also echo in his relationships with his bandmates..

Till

imo Richard simultanously looks out for and looks up to Till, getting him with the band as a singer, seeing his potential, and also very much wanting Till's input and opinion on his work, playing it for him before he shares it with the other 4. There have been many years where in every random Richard interview you can find, he gushes about Till in some way or other.

But also: Till imo is not a fan of the drama and Richard not necessarily understands and/or agrees with Till's work (imo Till's 'love of pain' is not Richard's cup of tea) and while he very much likes for Till to pursue his own music too (like Richard does), he would also like to just hang out with him more, just the two of them..

Flake

In a way seemingly two polar opposites; two people you'd never expect in one band together (not even in one musical genre), imagewise: Richard the 'slick diva/rockstar', Flake the 'mock-grumpy local pubdweller/storyteller', you can't get more down to earth than Flake (or you'd be underground), while 'down to earth' is probably the one thing you'd never associate with Richard.

In reality though, and certainly in more recent years, they do appreciate eachother, Flake saying nice things about Richard in his podcast (that he's such a prolific creator, touching on one of the things that are actually important to Richard), Richard (and his family) actually listening to Flake's podcast (no not just that one 😊) and imo liking the fact that with Flake you always know what you can expect.

Olli

I have a feeling that Olli's quiet confidence works very well with Richard, it balances things out, steadies him a bit, and though Olli likes his privacy a lot as well (but different from Richard actually manages to achieve that) and we know very little about their actual relationship, when they interact it always seems 'real' and never forced or played-for-the-fans.

But Olli is not a pushover, and will speak his mind if he doesn't agree with Richard, and if Richard gets too muddled in his own importance, imo he'd just ignore him until Richard tones things down again.

Schneider

Schneider filled in many roles in the band-to-Richard dealings: joining in wanting to do new stuff, putting Richard in his place when he takes it too far, mediator between the others (and sometimes plain 'parenting' if needed), being one of the most adamant in putting the blame in the Mutter-era-drama, goofing around as one of the boys...

But also.. they do see eachother privately on occassion (maybe Richard sees the others too, but from Richard/Schneider there's actually evidence of it 😉). They do yoga together before a show (and have for some years), and on stage they clearly have the drummer-guitarist relationship that you have in a rockband and which (imo) with the rest of the strings-section keeps Rammstein to still be a rockband (aside from the show, the theater, the performance).

Paul

(as you might already have guessed from some other posts on this blog, for me the most inspiring of the inter-Rammstein-relationships 🍀)

Often a difficult relationship, explosive, aggravating, in a way it wasn't always obvious they would manage to remain bandmates for over 25 years, I'm sure both have on occassion wondered if it was still worth it. Paul's skill in spotting a weak spot in another person probably often triggered Richard's fighting spirit and the feeling to defend his work. And just like in his wrestlingmatches, Richard was never one to sit back and let a fight develop, calculating his next move, but quickly chose the attack; often resulting in leaving his defense open for his opponent to counterattack... thus creating a weak spot, for Paul to dig in to, and so it continued..

At the very beginning though Richard mentioned Paul as (paraphrasing) 'he completes me', their work in the early days (before and at the start of Rammstein) was very much an addition to the other's, and they have the same hunger for new stuff, creating something and performing.. and after many years of quarrelling learned (with some therapy i think) to listen to eachother again and even have new found appreciation. And while on stage i'm sure Paul often thinks Richard is too serious, and Richard is annoyed when Paul misses cues when he goofs around too much, imo Richard loosening up a bit is actually under the influence of Paul's interactions.

That, and that they are both the more natural huggers of the band, which the others i'm sure don't mind, they take out on eachother rather than on them 🤗

#rammblings #long post sorry #richard man of contradictions #richard kruspe #rammstein

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sondepoch · 4 years ago

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🥺anon!

i’m glad you finally started the inazuma archon quest! i’m respectfully looking at all your thoma reblogs and i approve of the thoma-fication of your blog. sometimes i just wanna choke childe but i know thoma would treat me well (but i wouldn’t be opposed to a childe x reader x thoma fic)

and i’m so scared of the prospect of a ruin guard x reader fic bc i do NOT want to simp for a ruin guard akdkgkhm but i trust you sonde :’) my heart is in your hands when it comes to fics

yess thoma is <3333 i actually starting a little drabble for him yesterday (AU where reader is part of the kamisato clan, middle child between ayato and ayaka) and he has to ~serve~ bc i can't resist he's just too cute!!!!

but okokokok ruin guard x reader au. (below the cut bc it got long hehe)

it's an au where the First Field Tiller (FFT) is the main character and it turns out that the reason the FFT is more powerful than all the other ruin guards was bc it was SO powerful that it had acquired consciousness. or at least something that bordered on sentience. (khaenri'ah was intimidated by the fact that they'd created a machine that could think for itself, and that's the reason why none of the other field tillers that followed were so weak in comparison.) but yada yada this field tiller manages to escape khaenri'ah and it goes to mond in search of some kind of meaning for its miserable, dreadful life where it can only serve as a weapon of war.

FFT goes as far from khaenri'ah as it can and ends up in Old Mondstadt where it finds peace in the emptiness of the location. FFT doesn't want to hurt people, but it can't help the way it was programmed to attack anyone who draws near, so for years, FFT shoots warning missiles at anyone who wanders close to keep itself as closed off from the rest of the world as possible bc a war machine so powerful as itself doesnt deserve happiness, doesnt deserve to be in a place where its instincts might one day bomb everyone it loves, doesnt deserve to have a life like the humans that share its level of conscious thought.

cue the entrance of Reader: a confident and battle-hungry adrenaline junkie (lmao probably an ancestor of childe's) who takes the stories of The Tyrant's Final Fury as a challenge: and so Reader ventures into the domain of Old Mondstadt in an attempt to discover the Tyrant and defeat it. only, there's...a ruin guard? and it keeps backing away whenever Reader gets close? and when reader draws their sword, the ruin guard lets out the most agonized wail as its eye glows brighter—almost as if...as if it's resisting it's programmed fight responses?

Reader is too confused to fight, and through much trial and error, Reader discovers that this FFT has consciousness. enough to be able to interact almost like a human. soon, Reader finds that FFT can communicate by writing on the ground—and that FFT can actually hear and understand what Reader is saying.

it's a difficult affair, given that FFT's eye glows brighter and it's auto-programmed offenses threaten to trigger whenever Reader gets too close, but Reader gradually learns of the ruin guard's story, and the two grow close. it can't truly be considered love because love is such a human construct and this machine is anything but, yet...Reader finds solace in FFT's presence. it's hard when Reader has to constantly stay away to avoid triggering FFT's fight responses, but Reader feels calm in FFT's presence. the constant desire to kiil, the constant search for adrenaline, the eternal quest for something to hold Reader's attention...all of that goes away in FFT's presence.

as time wears on, Reader begins to trust FFT more and more.

unfortunately, FFT doesn't trust itself.

Reader wants FFT to begin weaning itself into public life, wants to slowly train the programmed fight-or-self-destruct response out of FFT. but FFT says no. FFT doesn't think that it's possible to overcome its base programming, doesn't think that it's possible for it to ever have a life where it can live among humans.

Reader disagrees.

trying to prove that FFT is stronger than it thinks it is, Reader steps closer to FFT, trying to show that look! you're not attacking me! you're strong enough to control your instincts! only...it doesn't go as planned.

the moment Reader steps too close to FFT, the ruin guard's eye glows a bright orange as it turns to life. in that instant, all the decades of humanity that had slowly begun to set in—the decades where FFT experienced loneliness, isolation, fear, and ultimately, love, at Reader's hand—is undone. only programming remains, and FFT was programmed to kill.

Reader is strong, however.

FFT's first blow is surprising, but Reader is a soldier of hundreds of battles, someone who seeks out bloodshed because they know they have the ability to effortlessly spill it. with strength, power, and skill that only Reader can possess, they effortlessly disarm the ruin guard, destroying its so that it can't move forward anymore.

with FFT's feet crushed, it has no way of stepping closer to attack. Reader takes that as an opportunity to try reasoning with the machine, praying that the sound of their voice will wake FFT up from this programmed nightmare, praying that the time they've already spent together won't have been wasted.

what Reader doesn't anticipate is the depth of detail with which khaenri'ah created FFT.

Reader's eyes are closed when the missiles hit, half-way through an earnest soliloquy about how they've finally gotten the chance to experience love because of FFT, how they know that FFT's own love will be strong enough to overpower its programming.

never in their wildest dreams could Reader have anticipated how FFT's back opened up, sprouting eight flaming missiles that all aimed for Reader's head.

the one mercy of Reader's death is that they have no time to anticipate it: one second, they're pouring their heart out to their lover, and the next, their skull is crushed to bits, bleeding out on the cement floor.

only with the threat vanquished does FFT's programmed defenses slowly begin to wane. a single glance at Reader's limp body is enough to understand what has happened.

the wail that leaves FFT's body is devastating. it can be heard across teyvat, and it's the sound that ultimately rouses stormterror, something that shakes the very world to its core.

all FFT wants is to crawl over to Reader and cradle their dead body in its arms as a final tribute to the love they once shared, but FFT's legs have been destroyed. it can only sit on the ground numbly, craning its head in the direction of its dead lover, forced to watch for the rest of eternity as Reader's body is picked apart by ravens and cranes, insects and lizards, worms and plants.

vaguely, FFT thinks that it deserves this punishment: khaenri'ah may have been its creator, but it was the one that chose to keep on living. it chose to survive in a world of the living when it could only ever bring death. programmed or not, it chose to do this to you.

it's the reason why when, centuries later, a traveler with strange clothes and a blonde man that FFT vaguely recognizes attempt to remove FFT's eye, its core, its central processing unit, the only thing keeping it alive—it lets them.

and when the quiet machine whirr that's followed FFT its entire life finally begins to fade, all it can think about is how, maybe, it'll get to see your face one more time after this.

#KHAENRI'AH SPOILERS #DAINSLEIF QUEST SPOILERS #GENSHIN SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT #TW: DEATH (under the cut)#TW: BLOOD (not graphic also under the cut)#🥺anon #spoilers for field tiller quest #spoilers for dainslief #tbh its not spoilery since most of its fanon but idk #this was so fucking difficult to write since reader is they/them in this (gender neutral) and FFT is it/its #uhhh angst #<3 #saved you for last bb so that this will be the final ask of the night bc i want people to read this tmrw <3

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viltrumitesuperboy · 5 years ago

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To Be the Best (Draco Malfoy x Male Reader)

Happy Pride Month. Draco Malfoy is gay. Reader’s house can be any because on this blog we support all academically well-performing students regardless of their most prominent traits.

Requested by: anon can i please request draco with a male ravenclaw classmate who always one ups him in all his classes, And draco gets annoyed by him all the time and they eventually start dating or smth?

Word count: 1288

Draco Malfoy was, without doubt, one of the best-performing students in the school. Second only to Hermione Granger, but only a close second. Ever since first year, he and Hermione had been competing for first place, which allowed another student to climb the ranks without their knowledge. Hermione decided she didn't need to be at the top to anyone else's standards and stopped telling people her grades (except her closest friends). She managed to pull out of grades being publicly posted as she requested. She had encouraged you to beat Malfoy, then turned to him and bid him a sarcastic "good luck."

Having little knowledge of the Wizarding world before entering the school, Draco was infuriated knowing that you and a muggleborn witch could beat him in anything magic-related. You were good at flying and played Chaser for your Quidditch house team. Your spellwork was something that Flitwick praised and had you demonstrate. Your duelling skill made you a worthy opponent. Magical creatures warmed up to you easily. Snape even showed the smallest bit of emotion on his face when you perfected potions. Draco suspected you were either that good or you had an unlimited supply of Felix Felicis.

Draco hated that he worked so hard only for his efforts to end in him coming second because you were just better than he was. He learned that you worked just as hard as he did to get better in your studies, and you worked with Hermione sometimes. It angered him to know that he couldn't get help from someone like you did, especially when it was someone born to two Muggle parents. (But he's a prejudiced bastard right now, what can you do?)

You were always a little better than him at what seemed to be everything. He was adept at Occlumency, but that meant he was also kind of shit at emotions. Negative ones came out the most, and he used that to lash out at others. He pushed others away and had no real friends. Naturally, he pushed you away as well even when you tried to be friends with him the first two years of school. He made snide remarks that made you upset.

While he saw Harry Potter as his nemesis (who he was just extremely jealous of because Harry had friends to get into trouble with), he saw you as his academic rival. You were rarely affected by his comments, and you would respond easily depending on how you were feeling that day. He hated it.

"What's your grade for the potions test?" Draco sneered. "Doubt you did better than I did."

"Didn't you get top of the class?" you asked.

"I did, sweetheart," he responded sarcastically.

His head was slightly turned up in an arrogant display, one he learned for many years. He nearly dropped it when he saw that your reaction was averting your eyes and an embarrassed look as you grabbed your stuff and left. You had been holding a hand to your cheek as if you were blushing. Your reaction was almost adorable. He hated that as well.

Later that day, he sat alone in a corridor with his books as the sun began to sink into the horizon. Quiet footsteps became a little less quiet as you neared him.

"Oh, it's you," you chuckled, sounding relieved. "Wasn't sure if it was Peeves again. He's always distracting me from my work."

"Why are you talking to me?" Draco harshly responded, watching you take a seat by a bench across from him.

"We don't have to keep this whole rivalry thing up, you know? Just because we don't agree academically, we can still agree in real life."

"And why would I want to have anything to do with you?"

You were silent, only pulling out your notes as if he hadn't just told you he hated your existence.

"I hoped we could be friends. I know you don't really have many people to talk to. It's not good to keep things in, and I can say that from experience."

Draco let out something between an exhale and a laugh, turning back to the textbook on his lap. After a few moments of silence, he looked up at you.

"Considering you'd probably forget about all this by tomorrow, I want to ask something," he said curtly.

You hummed for him to continue.

"What would you do if you had to choose between your family and everyone else in your life? Your family might be what you know and they're your family, but everyone else in this school has become a part of your life as well. How do you make that choice? I don't want to lose anyone, or what I know of my life here."

You bit your lip in thought, your eyes looking at a torch on the wall.

"I would say consider what's more important to you. Even if one goes to shit, you have to remember that things can change and people do too. Not everyone will forgive you for mistakes you make, but if you can forgive yourself and do better, you can learn to be at peace with yourself."

"Thanks."

"You're not going to listen to me, are you?"

"No."

"Sounds like you."

You both laughed, a comfortable moment.

"Why do you know so much about me?" Draco asked.

"It's hard not to. You make up a lot of my day. I literally cannot get you off my back about school, but I also can't seem to leave you alone either."

He picked up his things and walked across the hall, sitting down next to you on the bench.

"I'm looking at today's transfiguration lesson," he stated clearly.

You pulled out your transfiguration textbook, his demand not going unnoticed. The implication that he would be your friend was as clear as the setting sun.

———

When the grades came out for the next transfiguration test, Professor McGonagall had dismissed you right after distributing the results. Draco was the first out of his seat and he slammed his results on your desk.

"Congratulations," you said. "You finally did better than me in this class."

He mocked you before motioning you to stand up. He helped gather your things as if he were in a rush, but the slight pink hue to his cheeks gave it away. You put everything into your bag and he pulled you along instantly.

"We're going to Hogsmeade," he said.

"We have lunch! We're not allowed to go out until free time! Or the weekend, for that matter."

"It's fine. I spoke to the Headmaster."

"Headmaster Dumbledore? You're sure?"

Draco just rolled his eyes and kept walking with you next to him, his grip on your hand not loosening in the slightest.

"Wait, why?"

"Because Dumbledore said he was tired of us flirting with our stupid rivalry. Frankly, I thought we were competing. But last time I went to the Three Broomsticks, Madam Rosmerta told me that she overheard the Patil twins talking about your crush on me."

"They what?!" you exclaimed, apologising to the first years you spooked.

"Well, if it's true, I managed to get a favour from Dumbledore to let us go on a date. Nothing gets past that old man," he begrudgingly said.

"You owe him something now?"

"He said some weird old man things, but I think he just said that if we stopped dancing around each other, he'd appreciate it."

You hummed in understanding, finally letting him pull you along to the road to Hogsmeade.

"You know you still piss me off, right?" Draco asked.

"Yes, but you piss me off more," you said.

"Look, when I said I wanted a competition, this was not it."

#draco malfoy x male reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x male reader #x male reader #draco malfoy imagine #male reader #draco malfoy #request

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theyakuzaswife · 4 years ago

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Shie Hassaikai

and their overwatch mains

this was partially inspired by my buddy @elaineiswithyou and also the fact that ive been playing ALOT of overwatch lately. they plan to do some various characters as well soon, so if that’s something you would like to see, check into their blog every now and then.

Kai Chisaki - Moira

First of all, someone must have really sweet talked him to go anywhere near a game that wasn’t chess, let alone play long enough to have a main. Kai is the type of player who is a bit of a lore fanatic, and that in my opinion would be the main reason he sticks with the game. He’s invested in the story, and he’s a bit of a dick about it, fact checking people on their mains. “Oh you play Mercy? List all of her voice actors in order of language.” Lowkey a gatekeeper. He’s a support main mostly, but he can also play characters such as Hanzo, Sigma, and Symmetra fairly well. Never try and suggest he play Mercy by the way. Even if he’s a bit toxic however, he’s a great player and has invested time into learning his characters and their abilities very carefully.

Hari Kurono - Hanzo

Hari got into the game when he found out Kai was playing it, and the two began grouping together literally everytime they played after that. He mostly plays the game for fun, and is a lot less competitive than Kai. He’s also typically the voice of reason in a way if Kai begins to get irritated, and he almost never gets angry unless people are purposefully fucking him over. He’s a flex player, but he is incredible with Snipers surprisingly.

Joi Irinaka - Reinhardt

He had heard of the game but didn’t play many video games in general, it wasn’t really his thing. Kai and Hari managed to coax him into a match. They found out, to their surprise, that Joi was a fucking god at tanking without even being aware of it. Joi lost interest within the first couple of matches, until the other two brought the fact up that he was a natural tank player to him, and he decided to keep playing for their sake. He’s amazing at call outs, but can get very short tempered with people if they don’t listen. He mostly plays shield tanks, but really prefers to play Rein or Zarya.

Shin Nemoto - McCree

Another who followed suite after the first three. Shin mains McCree but also somehow is fairly good at Echo and yet dogshit at most other characters. He actually doesn’t like the game as much as you’d think, and just plays to try and impress Kai but dies every 20 seconds. Most of the time he ends up just getting kicked however when Kai finds out he’s only gotten 3 kills within 10 minutes of game time. Sorry babes, maybe next time.

Rikiya Katsukame - Bastion

There’s something off about Rikiya and his character. For some bewildering reason, he is bad at pretty much every character except omnics and other robotic characters. He sucks at most everyone, but somehow when it comes to others like Orisa, Bastion, and Zenyatta he is shockingly good. He doesn’t play the game that much, and also pretty much always stays with his mic muted, -assuming he ever had one- but if the others are loosing a lot and need the characters he plays, he’ll jump online.

Toya Setsuno - Genji

Toya is sort of the memester of the squad. He makes fun of Hari for maining Hanzo, and does stupid shit just to get laughs out of people. He’ll do stuff like emote on the cart, spam the meme voice likes like ‘you need healing’ until Kai yells at him. However, he is not a bad player. It’s not uncommon to see him getting POTG with his ults, or even without them. Kai let’s him stay around because of that no matter how annoying he is, and Toya takes advantage of that.

Yu Hojo - Zarya

Although he mains Zarya, Yu doesn’t especially specialize in anything, and can play most characters decently. He’s sort of a Jack of all trades. He’s very quiet in the vc, and most people think he has his mic muted until they hear a sigh every now and then when he dies or something goes wrong, or a chuckle when Toya is being a dumbass. He also plays Mei very well, and gets confused when the enemy team rips into him for playing ‘the ice demon’. Poor baby.

Soramitsu Tabe - Junkrat

Tabe is an... odd player. He’s a god at Junkrat, but can for some reason never play any other character good. He also is very... loud. Kind of. He, like Hojo, is someone people think is just muted, but if something goes wrong, he’s prone to screaming. He gets muted by a lot of his teammates for it, and when he scares someone from his loudness, it fucking kills Toya and he spends the next 5 minutes bawling about it.

Kendo Rappa - Roadhog

Toxic. Rappa is a shockingly good player, but he has a god awful attitude. He is prone to flaming people over the smallest mistakes, and it ISNT uncommon to see him leave if his team doesn’t win the first fight unless he is with the other members. If he stays though, get ready to get your ass ate out by this man who literally only plays road with 100+ hours, and refuses to switch. If he is with the others, they can sweet talk him into playing Doomfist, but besides that he’s road all the way. He also definitely plays on Xbox.

Hekiji Tengai - Mercy

Smart, overworked blonde plays smart overworked blonde. What more can I say. Despite being a Mercy main though, Tengai is good at just about every support, and ismore of a support main who mostly plays mercy because Kai wants him to. He’s also good at Brigitte especially. He tried to get into playing Winston once because his shield skill was similar to his quirk, but Kai always forces him to play support with him if they group together.

Deidoro Sakaki- Sombra

He only plays the game for one reason; her ‘I need a drink’ voice line.

Pops - Soldier: 76

This man has never touched anything more than a flip phone in his life and not even Kai can convince him to play the game. He did play the tutorial to get Kai to shut up though, so he’s basically a Soldier main.

#bnha #mha #shie hassaikai #chisaki kai #joi irinaka #kai chisaki #mimic mha #overhaul #rappa kendou #rappa mha #overhaul x reader #Hari kurono #Toya setsuno #yu hojo #chronostasis #mha x reader

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novasintheroom · 4 years ago

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Ooooo a fresh blog! Heyo there! So, my first request is some head canons, if you write them anyway, for the each of the turtles having a s/o who is usually the purest of beans. Like— she doesn’t get angry, usually shy when meeting new people, very humble, sweet and caring— but for the first time she does it’s like she realizes she’s frustrated and mad about something that happened during the day and it’s the first time she’s expressing it. the turtles notice her come in knowing something is off about her behavior when she’s usually so cheerful. Almost like “Sometimes it just makes me so— it makes me so... so...! Angry!” But she actually gets super surprised with herself realizing she’s actually venting just to say she’s fine in the end after bottling up for so long. The turtles just looking at her and asking if she’s okay 😂 If that makes any sense.. sorry if it doesn’t.

Oooooo my first ask!! I’m so nervous and excited! I think I got the gist of what you’re getting at. Thanks for sending this in, it means a lot to me! <3

Leo

· Honestly caught off guard when you come in steaming

· Your calm and sweetness is something he loves and looks forward to – it’s hard being the firm leader in his family when everyone pushes back, so you’re a pleasant break from the arguments and sassy remarks

· Not today

· It’s loud in the lair – Raph and Mikey are doing something with a basketball and hula hoop that’s got Raph raging and Mikey screaming, Donnie’s got a power tool going on the truck, and Splinter’s Celine Dion music is blaring to drown it all out while he works on pruning his plants

· Leo’s up in the concrete rafters with a book, glancing down every other minute to make sure Raph doesn’t kill Mikey

· He would have completely missed you coming in if Mikey hadn’t thrown the ball toward the entrance

· You dodge the ball before it hits you, but instead of laughing it off like usual, you throw a dark look at his brothers and beeline toward the dojo.

· Woah, that’s weird

· Avoidance of his family = big red flag

· You didn’t even say hi to him??

· Hops down and follows, waving off Mikey’s calls to you

· Finds you in the corner of the dojo, bag thrown to the side and hands smoothing out the sand of his small zen garden

· Feels a bit awkward honestly

· Listen, he’s getting better at it, but he’s not the best at feelings

· Especially girl feelings

· He knows something’s up though, and he wouldn’t be a good beau if he just let you simmer

· Spooks you when he asks if you’re okay

· Darn those ninja skills, how is someone as big as him so silent?

· You sigh and just say you had a fight with your roommate and that it’s fine, you just needed some quiet before you went to his family

· Okay, coolcoolcool. He can work with this. He and Raph fight all the time! “What was the fight about?”

· Cue explosion

· “She doesn’t pay her part of the bills on time, and she has her boyfriend over constantly and I can hear them through the walls when they’re screwing because the stupid cheap apartment has stupid cheap thin walls, and she leaves her dishes everywhere even when I ask her to not be a slob, and the landlord is getting after me for her rent when– “

· W o w

· He didn’t think you knew any swear words, but the names you’re calling your roommate would make even Raph blush

· Your rant goes on and on

· Anytime he tries to suggest a solution you get angry at him like why can’t he just listen omg

· He shuts up quick

· Somewhere in the process he sat down and your head moved to his lap while you laid all your problems out

· By the time you’re finished your chest is heaving and it’s been an hour

· Leo’s scared to say something in case you go off again lmao

· He just plays with your hair and hums while you calm down

· Finally you look at him with wide eyes, “Wow, geez, I didn’t think I was that mad.”

· He can’t help but laugh, “Me neither.”

· Your smile is back, though, and that’s the best thing he’s seen all day

· “You feeling better now?”

· You say yes, and give him a good hug and kiss as thanks for his patience

· He asks you to come to him if things start building up again

· Seriously, start talking to him – I don’t think the poor guy can handle another explosion like that lol

Raph

· Raph knows anger

· Does he know how to deal with it? Ehhh that’s hit-and-miss

· But he knows it

· So seeing your tense shoulders, clenched fists, grinding teeth when you walk in – he knows you’re angry

· It’s a bit off-putting tbh – you’re the calm to his rage, the quiet touch to wind him down when something gets under his skin

· What happened to make his quiet girl so mad?

· Did someone say something about your family?

· Or something about your outfit?

· Did a skeevy guy try to touch you?

· Did someone try to kiss you?

· Okay, now he’s getting mad

· Decides to take a page from Splinter’s book and pulls you aside to talk

· “What’s the matter?”

· You pull at your sleeves, looking anywhere but him

· You just mumble you’re fine, and that you’re hungry and try to move to the kitchen

· Nuh-uh, that don’t work with him

· Catches you by the arm and gives you a look, “Somethin’s bothering you, and you’re gonna tell me what it is.”

· “And what if I don’t wanna talk about it?”

· “Tough luck.”

· Your glare could curdle milk, but you don’t say anything

· Alright, you wanna play it that way? He’s got three brothers he grew up with; he can get it out of you.

· Hauls you up and tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and takes you to his workout station

· Ignores your screams of outrage and the beating fists on his shell

· They’re like little kitten paw pats; he can’t help but smile at how small you really are

· When he sets you down in front of a world-weary punching bag, he crosses his arms and waits

· You’re red faced and snarling. “What are you doing?”

· He raises a fist, and gives the bag a good punch – “That’s for when Mikey backwashed into my water bottle today.” He throws another punch, “And that’s for Donnie’s stupid snorts waking me up last night,” and another, “and now I’m back on Mikey’s backwash!”

· He stops the bag’s swaying and gestures for you to take a turn

· Realization dawns in your eyes. You look at your fist and throw a pathetic punch at it. “That’s…for my fifth plant…dying this week?”

· He almost laughs, but nods encouragement

· You punch again. “That’s for whoever stole my lunch out of the fridge at work.”

· And again. “And for those kids who spit on that homeless guy!”

· And again. “And for Gina’s face when she made fun of my teeth!”

· Punch after punch, you let out your anger and frustrations that boiled over today

· Raph’s impressed – not just with how much crap happened to you, but how long you held it in

· You’re a lot stronger than he gave you credit for

· He’s also a bit freaked at seeing the rage in your eyes

· Is that what others see when he comes at them?

· Yeesh

· You feel a lot better after the session, if sheepish for letting so much anger show

· But he brushes it off, “Hey, you see how I am. It don’t bother me none, sweetheart.”

· He pinches your butt for good measure as you walk back to the lair and laughs when you punch him in the arm

Donnie

· The one that takes the longest to realize something’s up

· He can’t help it! He’s busy making sure his family is safe and hidden! He’s gotta keep the firewall up-to-date from all the new viruses being put out, check the perimeter lasers so that no one sneaks up on them, change the oil in the Turtle Tank, and why is the computer sparking over here, he needs to ask Raph or Leo to come with him to get new parts at the junkyard, but if he –

· Bumps into you and is like ‘oh. how’d you get in here’

· Delighted to see you though! It’s like all his worries suddenly vanished when he realized ‘oh yeah! I have a girlfriend!’ and that’s you!

· Missed you a lot since it’s been a few days since you could visit

· Starts showing you all of the progress he’s made on certain things, asks you how school’s going, how was that group project you had, did you get that interview for work?

· It’s your clipped and short answers that finally makes him take a step back and really see how you’re doing

· You’ve always been enthusiastic about his inventions, even if you don’t completely understand every technical thing he talks about. He thought you guys were past the awkward conversations too.

· Clipped answers are a big no-no – it makes him shrink inside, like his words and ideas don’t matter

· Takes a few seconds to look you over – awkward seconds, ones where you look down and away and not at him

· “Are you alright? Did…something happen?”

· You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself, but then the words just start pouring out: “I’m sorry, it’s just, I can’t stop thinking about how my supervisors treated me the past few days. They scheduled me to work a triple shift! Without asking me! And I told them I had a date with you, and a million other things to do, but – “

· You lay it out for him, apologizing every other minute for just putting this on him out of the blue, that you tried really hard to be happy coming to the lair but your boss just text you that you have another shift tonight instead of getting to hang out with Donnie, and –

· Donnie sits you both down in a couple of chairs, his hands holding your own as you keep talking and venting

· Rubs circles into your palm, eyes never straying from your own watery and frustrated ones

· A breath out of the nose is the end to your rant, and you lean to put your head on his shoulder. “I just hate when people spring things on me! I just wanna stay with you and hand you tools to work on stuff.”

· His heart warms at this, even if he’s sad at how sucky your job is

· And it gives him an idea

· He manages to hack into your work’s scheduling system and put your supervisors or fellow employees in your place for the night

· Even sends out a text masked as your head boss to whoever he put, letting them know they’re on the job and that you had an emergency

· You’re torn on this – those people had things they had to do too

· But Donnie reassures you: “If they’re as bad as you say, then getting more people mad at them might just make them change. If not, we at least get to have our date night, right?”

· Well, when you put it that way…

· He gets a big, long smooch for pulling it off and for listening to you

Mikey

· Listen, this boy is intuitive when it comes to emotions.

· He kinda has to be with the type of older brothers he has lmao

· Instantly knows something’s up by the sound of your feet coming down the tunnels – heavy, like you want to stomp them but don’t know how

· He’s geared up though – his baby girl’s coming!

· Hops off the couch and has the biggest grin for you when you walk in

· Doesn’t even falter when he sees the glower on your face

· Says something stupid to test the waters – “Woah, babe, I’m gonna have to call the cops – I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to be as fine as you are!”

· Not even a smirk.

· Okay okay. Obvi you’re not in a happy mood.

· Man, he was hoping for a little blush at least!

· Takes that heavy bag off your shoulders you’ve been lugging around all day and corrals you back to the couch

· Grabs some sodas and a few chocolate bars from his hidden stash in the kitchen

· He knows you need it more than him right now

· Sits down and calls out to the lair that “we’re making out on the couch!!” Def keeps his family from coming in and interrupting lol

· Isn’t even phased when you explode about your day – your coworker had it out for you, your professor told the whole class that your paper was what not to do if you wanted a good grade, etc. etc.

· Mikey accents your day with “No!” and “He didn’t!” and “What a jerk!”

· It’s cathartic to hear someone agree with you like that

· He takes you in his arms when the frustrated tears start falling and you start to wind down

· “It just makes me so angry, and I hate feeling embarrassed and…”

· Rubs circles on your back to help calm you, just like his family did to him growing up

· After a minute you’re better, and back to your sweet, happy self, if still a bit stuffy from the tears and snot

· You’re surprised and apologize for your emotions, but he stops you

· “Hey, everyone has their bad days! Sometimes you just gotta let it out, y’know?”

· You give him a big kiss for being so sweet

· Makes the day a lot better after that with the soda and candy and some video games

· He’s a good turt <3

#tmnt #reader x tmnt #reader x leo #reader x mikey #reader x raph #reader x donnie #reader insert #answer #anonymous question #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #sfw #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #michelangelo x reader #donatello x reader #my writing

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imagine-organization-xiii · 4 years ago

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Want to go on vacation so I have to live vicariously through this blog - org xiii going on a cruise?

oh my god let’s get this chaos rolling - I’ve never actually been on a cruise before but I would absolutely love to go on one

if i had drawing skills i would totally draw some of this because it just cracks me up to no end

EDIT: i added some stuff about Xigbar because i forgot about him lmao

Xemnas: “Whoever is humming the Jaws theme song is going to get their ass kicked.“

They’re all sorely in need of a good vacation, something that they can all enjoy where they can do their own things but not be bothered by each other. Someone mentions a cruise in passing and some of the members are doubtful at being stuck on a boat with one another for a long period of time, but... Well. The boat is large and there’s an open bar and a WATER SLIDE so it doesn’t take long to get everyone on board with the plan.

They know that a lot of rooms on cruise ships don’t actually have windows, but Lexaeus, Marluxia, Vexen, and Xemnas all demand rooms with windows. Lexaeus and Marluxia can get a bit seasick if they’re in the bottom of a boat without seeing where they actually are, Vexen is high maintenance, and Xemnas isn’t having anything less than the best.

They don’t plan on paying out the ass for rooms, so they all decide to share. Roxas and Xion get their own room that’s connected to the room shared by Vexen and Lexaeus. Lexaeus, who was originally going to share with Xaldin, was forced to switch when Vexen refused to room with Xigbar. Xemnas refuses to share with anyone other than Luxord (because Luxord spends most of his time out and about and is actually rarely in the room), while Saix shares with Axel. Larxene and Marluxia cling to one another while Demyx and Zexion claim the last room with a window because Demyx wanted to see the ocean.

Vexen: Okay, kids, just remember to stick with your buddy when you’re on the ship and that if you go overboard, none of us are going after you.

Zexion: I have a question.

Vexen: Yes?

Zexion: What happens if you go overboard? Do we just not go after you?

Vexen: If I go overboard then it means I went overboard on purpose to get away from all of you.

There are so many things that you can do on a cruise ship and everyone is ready to stay far enough away from each other while they still enjoy themselves. Even if they’re attending the same event, chances are that they won’t be sitting near each other. They have ONE night where they all sit and have a nice dinner together, but otherwise it’s free roam for each and every one of them.

The younger ones spend most of their time lounging in or around the pool, playing around on the water slides and generally causing a lot of chaos. Roxas and Xion enjoy swimming and playfully splashing each other with water when the life-guard (and Saix) aren’t paying attention, and they all enjoy trying to tip Lexaeus and Xaldin over when they decide to join them at the pool. Axel and Demyx manage to literally carry and drag Zexion out to the pool sometime during the second day, and the young magician actually manages to enjoy himself even though he’ll never admit it.

Demyx: Zexion, stop being a sourpuss and come terrorize people at the pool with us.

Saix is also at the pool, only so he can keep an eye on the others. It’s a good thing he does because chances are that someone is going to get in a fight with someone else - probably Larxene, when she and Marluxia decide to do some sunbathing - because some asshole thought it would be cool to hit on Larxene when she’s relaxing and that’s just going to be hell for everyone.

Some mornings are for GETTING PUMPED. Not wanting to get lazy just because they’re on vacation, Xaldin and Lexaeus do spend a bit of time in the fitness area, lifting weights and waking themselves up before they enjoy themselves with other activities.

Near the gym is the SAUNA/steam room! You can bet your ass that Axel will NOT be working out but he’ll definitely be in the steam room a few times during the trip. Demyx will join him on occasion and they usually get a big kick out of all the old people that end up there. Overall, they just like sitting and chilling like two bros

SPA TIME. You can guarantee that Marluxia and Larxene are spending a lot of the time in the spa with giant mixed drinks - mimosas in the morning with fancy breakfast treats, mai-tais in the evening. Facials, manicures, pedicures, massages, everything they can think of until they’re limp and pliant and lazy. Xemnas joins them one day for a back massage, much to Marluxia’s chagrin, while Demyx joins them when they get facials.

Saturday night brings a casino night in the main area of the ship, a tiny competition that has Luxord all but shaking excitedly with energy. Of course, he sweeps the floor with the competition during a giant poker match, and wins a nice $2500 prize for coming in first place. They’re all shocked and extremely impressed at how good his poker face is. He spends a good amount of time in the casino area during their cruise, but takes frequent breaks to go swimming, to the spa, or to tan on one of the Adults-Only decks with Xemnas.

All of the eating areas are a big hit. The younger group tends to go for the tiny food places by the pool, where they can find burgers, curly fries, hot dogs, tator tots, and giant slushies. The older ones like the sit down restaurants. Expensive wine, lobster with a delicious garlic butter, top rated filet mignon with a specialty seasoning, and live entertainment - usually someone playing piano, occasionally accompanied by a singer. Overall, they both agree that they have wonderful dining experiences.

Holy shit, when I tell you that Vexen somehow ends up entering and WINNING a shuffleboard tournament? It takes the whole organization by surprise. Somehow he just ended up on one of the decks and was observing some of the skilled, veteran players, and one of them asks if he’d like to give it a shot. He does and DAMN, he’s like an expert immediately????

Vexen: *comes back to the room he’s sharing with Lexaeus with a giant trophy in one hand and a margarita in the other*

Lexaeus: Uh... what’s that?

Vexen: Hm? A margarita, what does it look like?

Xemnas is the one who mostly sticks to himself the whole time. He tries a little bit of everything. Swimming, the hot tub, reading on a chair and getting a deep tan, relaxing at the spa, getting a bit of a work out, etc. He’s a fancy bitch who enjoys the fancier things in life, and holy shit they paid a LOT of money for this cruise for 14 people so he’s absolutely going to get his money’s worth.

Movie night is every night on a cruise ship, so everyone will gather together and lounge either in the pool or on one of the deck chairs and relax as a movie is played on a giant screen. It’s a good way for them to do something together without bothering one another. Axel and Saix help pass out sodas, icee’s, and popcorn before moving to lounge in the hot tub before the movie begins.

Xigbar has made himself known to the waitstaff on the ship for two reasons - he has good taste in alcohol and he’s an incorrigible flirt. He doesn’t mean any harm with it and he has no intentions of acting on it any further than a few playful words, so everyone knows not to take him seriously when they spot him flirting with a cabana boy or the staff in the gym.

Xigbar also has a secret night time routine, surprisingly with Saix. One night, Xigbar just couldn’t sleep and he found himself walking around the ship at three in the morning, when it was quiet and most people were asleep and the halls were almost empty. He ended up on the bow of the ship and it was AMAZING to look out on the water and the sky and just enjoy the sea breeze. He did the same thing the next night and found that Saix had beaten him there. After some quiet glaring, they mutually agreed just to enjoy it and not bother one another.

Finally, most of the younger group barely get any sleep. They order room service like crazy for various midnight snacks and have fun in the arcade beating high scores on all of the games they can manage until they all end up dragging themselves back and passing out in a single room together.

#i am also in dire need of a vacation my friend #organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts headcanons #organization xiii

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nyasha-of-germa-66 · 4 years ago

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Hello! I just found your blog and I'm in love with it ❤v❤ Could I maybe ask for hcs for Luffy, Law and Kid (separately) with a 45/55 year old friend who's like their mom figure who also lives on an small island with her grandkids and they accidentally called her "mom" in front of their crews and they're embarrassed and later she talks to them alone about not being embarrassed because there's nothing wrong with that? I'm so sorry if this was too much to ask for!

Hello, hello! Hopefully, my failure to post at a reasonable time hasn’t tainted your view of my blog, but if it did... I completely understand haha.~ I really loved this request, it was so wholesome and creative! I hope you’ll enjoy, and thank you so much for the request and your patience! 😁

Accidentally Calling Motherly Friend “Mom” HCs - (Luffy, Law, Kid)

Luffy

Dadan and Makino were perhaps the closest people that Luffy could consider as mother figures, but now he's very close friends with one woman who's motherly inside and out. He sees the way she treats her grandchildren, and he feels as though she treats him in a very similar way.

On top of that, Luffy's crew is always teasing him about how his friend is almost like his mom, the way she frets over him and constantly feeds him along with her grandchildren and the way she hugs and comforts him as if he was actually her son.

With all of his crew's teasing and his friend's motherly personality, it's no wonder that one day Luffy slips up and calls her "mom." He doesn't even realize he's said it until Usopp or Nami points it out to him.

Now, Luffy rarely, if ever, gets embarrassed, so to see his cheeks begin to grow a rosy tint before he pulls his straw hat down to hide his face is truly a strange sight to witness.

Things are a little awkward afterwards with Luffy staying relatively quiet, only speaking when spoken to but with a mopey tone in his voice. He wants to run back to the Thousand Sunny, but he reckons Zoro or Franky will stop him, maybe even Robin, too.

Luffy eventually finds a chance to leave when his friend's grandkids ask him to go outside to play, to which he happily accepts and flees the scene. How could he say something so weird?

Once the children are done playing, they go inside to wash up and grab some snacks while Luffy chooses to stay outside. He's so caught up in his thoughts that he hardly hears his friend walking up to him until she takes a seat next to him and puts a hand on his shoulder, startling him quite a bit.

She laughs and asks him why he's outside by himself, and when he tells her its about the embarrassing mishap, she laughs and brings him into a tight hug. Seeing her lighthearted reaction, he'll laugh, too, saying that he doesn't even know why he called her "mom" in the first place since he's never called anyone that before.

As she reassures him that she doesn't mind being called "mom," Luffy's wearing a huge grin on his face and joking about how he's finally found himself a mom.

It's not obvious since Luffy is almost always grinning and laughing, but after this encounter, he's just gleaming with joy. Blood-related or not, anyone who treats him like family would get nothing but the best from him.

Law

From time to time, Law will mourn the loss of his family even after all the years that have passed, especially when it's their birthdays or the anniversary of their death. The death of his family weighs heavily in the back of his mind, but he never once thought he'd become so close to another motherly figure.

Law was surprised at all of the advantages of having a motherly friend to dote on him. He likes to think that he's got his life figured out and that he's capable of handling himself, but he learns so much from this friend that he'll often call her up in search of advice.

His crew absolutely adores his friend and her grandchildren, so they've all pretty much integrated themselves into her family. They even go so far as to call her "mom," too. Unfortunately, the crew's habit of calling her "mom" must've grown on Law subconsciously.

Out of the blue during one of their visits to the small island, Law mistakenly call his friend "Mom" and doesn't even pick up on it. The room suddenly grows quiet as his friend and his crew stare at him in bewilderment.

He's confused at first, and when they reveal to him his slip-up, he looks on with astonishment at his embarrassing mistake. Just what was he thinking!?

His face goes red, of course, because his crew is laughing and teasing him about joining them as his friend's "adopted children." And all he can really do is slump back in his seat and pull his hat down over his face.

Luckily, he's not the center of attention for long since the conversation quickly changes to a new subject, but he replays the memory in his head over and over again, wanting to throw himself into the ocean. With everyone else preoccupied, he makes a quick escape to the other room where he grovels at his mistake.

When his motherly friend enters the room to check on him, he apologizes for making things awkward. He's more than surprised at her lighthearted response saying that she doesn't mind being called "Mom."

It's comforting to hear her say that, and her kindness and acceptance is something he cherishes. He sees his own mom in his friend, and it's almost as if he's been reunited with his deceased mother, just through a whole different person.

Despite the horrible first experience of calling his friend "Mom," Law feels relieved at having someone he can consider family, almost like he's filled a hole in his heart that he never knew he had. And with his friend's fondness toward the nickname, Law decides he'll call her "Mom" but only when the two are alone.

Kid

Kid has never really prioritized making friends or building strong relationships with his family, but he does make one exception for a very special lady.

Sure, she tends to scold him for his reckless behavior and his unprecedented cruelty which gets on his nerves, but he can never bring himself to dislike her in any way. He's much too attached, and the pros of having her as a friend far outweigh the cons.

Her constant encouragement and support of his dreams are more than welcoming to Kid. And for that reason, he's sworn to protect her island and her family, often mentioning that she's the only person to ever get this kind of treatment from him and that she should feel lucky.

One day during a particular visit, Kid is spending his time catching up with his motherly friend, while Killer and a few others are playing with the grandchildren in the same room. Meanwhile, the kids keep calling for their mom to watch them do somersaults despite their mother being in the middle of a story.

She apologizes to Kid for the disruption and turns her attention to her grandchildren for a moment, praising them for their impressive skills before returning to Kid to continue her story.

As Kid was waiting for the mother to finish, he noticed a new picture frame hanging on the wall. Curious, he decides to ask her about it. And in the midst of the children chanting for their mom and Kid preparing to ask his question, he accidentally says, "Hey, Ma, what's-?" He barely manages to catch himself, and it's absolute torture for him.

His face is nearly as red as his hair, and he doesn't even know how to react. He can hear muffled chuckles from his crewmates with Killer trying to shush them. When that fails Killer shoos the children and small group of pirates outside, leaving Kid to pout alone with his friend.

Kid tries to tell her it was an accident and that she ought to forget about it if she knows what's good for her. They're nothing but empty threats, and his friend knows that. So instead, she gives his arm a comforting squeeze and tells him that she doesn't mind if he refers to her as "Ma" since she finds it fitting.

He tries to argue with her, but she uses her motherly skills to quiet his fussing and convinces him to calm down. He's still embarrassed, of course, yet he's now able to calmly ask her to never bring it up again since his crew is likely to poke fun at him later. And she agrees, much to his relief.

It's comforting to know that such a close friend is willing to consider herself family to him. In fact, he's delighted to hear her say that, but Kid feels that it's better if they remain friends. After all, it'd be hard on his friend and her grandchildren if someone they considered family never returned from the seas again. But hey, he now knows someone he can call "Ma."

#one piece headcanons #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #eustass kid #one piece luffy #one piece law #one piece kid #nyasha of germa 66 #thank you for the ask!

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hanadolphieron · 4 years ago

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jedi!yves~

warnings; guns, death, injuries, war, space ships, swearing, suggestive content, clones, droids, heights, almost dying, lightsabers

genre; fluff, suggestive

pairing; ha sooyoung x gender neutral reader

word count; 3.8k

summary; after your supply ship receives a distress call from a neighboring planet, you and a fellow padawan, yves, are ordered to take and command a whole squadron of clone troopers to the planet’s surface. there’s a slight problem however- sexual tension

setting/time; middle of the clone wars

a/n; another space au because i’m self indulgent. have fun all you sooyoung stans that lurk on my blog. you know who you are ;) yves is such a star wars name and i used it the whole time so have fun with that <3

“all commanders to the bridge!” your comm blares at you. master luminara apparently has not heeded your warning about speaking loudly into the comm, as they are meant to be used in battle where loud voices are dangerous and could lead to discovery.

sighing, you break into a run (these ships are huge and distance is covered slowly unless you go nyoom) and head to the bridge.

a girl comes up behind you, barely making a noise. you flinch away as she runs past you, not expecting it.

not letting yourself lose this unspoken race, you speed up, moving up towards her.

she quickens her pace as well.

catching sight of the door to the bridge, you both start to sprint at the exact same time.

neither of you speak to each other, just side-eyed glances, and failed attempts at not breathing loud.

finally, you burst through the door (you definitely won) and slow to a calm, collected walk immediately, as to not look like the wild, competitive padawans that you are.

it seems you two are the only commanders on the ship, no one else arrived at the bridge.

master kenobi and master luminara stand around the projected grid together, turning their heads and looking as you trampled each other through the door.

staring at the two of them, you and the girl, who you suppose must be luminara’s padawan, walk forward towards the projection table as well.

“what’s going on?” the girl questions, before you could even catch your breath enough to ask something first.

kenobi responds, “captain rex just contacted us from geonosis. he says the battles there have decimated their numbers, and they are in desperate need of more troops.”

you stare at them. did they think you had a plan or something?

luminara speaks, “we want you and yves to take up the job.” yves must be the girl who raced you.

“wait, aren’t we supposed to be dropping supplies off at ryloth?” you say, remembering the mission you were given yesterday that was the whole reason you were on this big hunking clunk of metal.

“yes, but we have more than enough jedi on this ship to do that. besides, the two of you need some experience in battle. this is the perfect opportunity,” kenobi says, moving to lean his back against the table and cross his arms.

“you’ll have commander cody with you as well, you’ll be fine,” he adds.

“when do we leave?” yves asks, resting all her weight on her hands, which are situated on the edge of table. this position shows off her incredible forearms which you hadn’t noticed before.

and you shouldn’t be noticing, gosh y/n, what are you doing, you think, you’re a jedi, you can’t be having any sort of romantic thoughts (not that anyone follows that rule, but still) and besides, you’ve already set your mind on competing with this girl, not romanticizing about her.

you lapse back to reality right as master luminara says, “now.”

neither of you are particularly caught off guard by this, you’ve gotten used to running all over the galaxy for emergencies, but adrenaline still starts flowing through your body at the thought of going into battle, making your stomach feel light and your blood race.

“well, then, i guess we’ll see you later. should we meet you back here?” you ask, rolling your shoulders back.

“yes, you’ll fly all your remaining gun ships back to the hanger,” kenobi responds, “we’ll send you the coordinates whenever you’re ready. commander cody also received the message, he’ll tell you the plan.”

remaining gunships. he just had to word it that way, didn’t he?

“copy that,” you respond, “we’ll see you back here then.”

you move towards the exit, and yves follows. the doors open automatically, and you pass through them, accidentally hitting her elbow.

“watch it, honey,” she says in response.

“honey?” you exasperate, “what are you, an old woman?”

yves, apparently, was not expecting that response, and opens her mouth, then closes it, then says “i can call you honey if i want to,” in retaliation. “i mean, as long, as you’re, you know, okay with that,” she adds.

you are unsure how to respond to this as well. the two of you seem to have gotten into a pickle.

“i mean, yeah, but like, well, yeah,” you say, using the same sentence format unintentionally.

thankfully, yves doesn’t say anything else, and a tight, uncomfortable tension spreads between you.

you reach the doors of the hanger in silence. yves pushes in front of you and opens them for you, letting you walk through first.

“simp,” you mutter.

“what did you call me?” she inquires, turning to you. the position smushes the two of in the doorway together, and the close proximity makes your knees feel a little weak.

you slip under the arm that she’s using to hold the door and scoot into the room.

she follows you, back straight and head up, now confident in her skills at flustering you.

“you never answered my question,” she states as you walk towards the squad of troopers standing around ahead of you.

“didn’t want to,” you tell her shortly, a teasing smile gracing your face.

you reach the squad before she can say anything else, and the commander, cody, looks at you, calling the platoon to attention.

you always feel awkward when they do this, feeling undeserving of this kind of respect. you motion for them to relax and be “at ease” as they call it in military terms.

yves glances at you to see if you want her to do the talking, but you’re already speaking.

“master kenobi informed yves and i that geonosis is in danger. captain rex and his troops need our help, so we will be taking the gunships to the surface while masters luminara and kenobi will take the supplies to ryloth.”

everyone nods. it’s your turn to look at yves through your peripheral vision to see if she has anything to add. her eyes go to the side, meeting yours for a split second before she nods as well, and says, “let’s get this bread!”

the both of you march towards the ships, trying your best to inspire confidence in their tired hearts.

this war had been going on for long enough, and at this point you’re not even sure of what you’re fighting for. yeah, you know the separatists were taking over planets and enslaving people, but why should the jedi order be involved? aren’t we keepers of the peace? we’re certainly not soldiers, no matter how cool lightsaber fights look.

jumping onto the gunship farthest to the right, you watch as yves makes her way to the one next to you.

kenobi had instructed commander cody to take two ships to another part of geonosis and unload supplies before assisting the other two squads on the battlefield. yves would be taking the two supply squads, and you would be leading the other two into battle.

you don’t know if she’s the lucky one, not having to walk into battle as quickly, or the unlucky one, having to jump in after the first wave of destruction has caused, and seeing all the bodies and injuries with a clear head, rather than one clouded and detached from conflict.

you’re sure yves will be able to handle it. she seems to have a strong mind, one that doesn’t let anything get to it. her confidence is unmatched as well, although you did manage to make it falter with your old woman comment. you feel a little bad now, but it was all in good fun.

besides, teasing and messing with attractive women is your specialty. your men, the soldiers, always make fun of you for it, remarking about how you flirt with every single padawan you’re assigned to a mission with. they always laugh, and scold you for making a commander flustered, saying, “we’re not going to follow a jedi that’s blushing and stuttering over their words. nor one that’s raising their eyebrows and winking either!”

you smile to yourself. despite the horror and sorrow this war has caused, it has brought life-long friendships into your life, and memories you’ll keep forever.

seemingly reading your mind, one of the soldiers, chuck, leans against one of the ship walls and comments, “yves seems a little feisty compared to your normal prey.”

you chuckle at that, “do i seem caught off guard?”

“oh no, not at all commander, just commenting. you might have a little more trouble seducing her into kissing you. and besides,” chuck says, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward, a devious smile on his face, “you’ve been slacking off lately, too scared after padawan tano almost socked you in the jaw for calling her pretty.”

“stop it!” you say, your cheeks heating up and your body suddenly starting to sweat, “you’re making it sound like i’m objectifying them!” your voice raises in pitch, but not in an aggressive way. more like a, “i have no idea what i’m going to say next but i need to defend myself” way.

“i’m just appreciating the amazing goddess-like personalities, souls, and appearances of my fellow jedi,” you tell them.

“right, fellow jedi” tomato, another trooper says.

knowing what he means about “jedi” you retaliate, “hey, we all know no one follows the celibacy rule. that’s just there because the council can’t get any dates and doesn’t want anybody to succeed them in anything.”

“hey, everyone, quiet down and focus, we’re entering the war zone. including you, commander y/n,” cody says gruffly, stepping forward and opening the sliding doors on the sides of the ship.

you feel a bit offended at the interruption, but he was probably just saving you from saying anything controversial, something you’re known for, with your not-so-subtle resentment of the order’s slight corruption.

see, you really don’t mean to be a “rebel” or anything like that. you just find the system to be messed up sometimes, and want to talk about it.

and besides, most of the time your words come out harsher than you intend, or more aggressive than they sounded in your mind. despite your confident persona and flirty, teasing personality, the second the tables are turned on you you have no idea how to handle it. your plan never goes that far, and your mouth just spits out whatever thought came to your brain first. needless to say, it gets you into trouble.

moving towards the edge of the ship absentmindedly, you stare out at the clouds whizzing by. the sound of the wind screaming calms and focuses your mind. jedi mode unlocked.

jumping out of the ship, you plummet over a thirty feet to the ground, landing in a tucked position, and rolling across the dusty ground onto your feet. the gunship lands a few moments after, and your soldiers get out of it, following you through the canyon you were now trapped in.

walking forward fearlessly, you observe the canyon for future hiding spots and places to utilize in the devious plan you were inevitably going to have to make.

the walls are high, tall enough that you can’t see over the edge no matter how far away you get. however, you could possibly climb them in the event of a trap- they are covered in jagged edges and good places to station snipers.

the canyon itself is dry, dusty, and red. small tufts of grass grow here and there. not for long though, they’ll burn during the fighting. it stretches an endless distance behind you, but you catch sight of the dead end up ahead, where captain rex and his troops are supposed to be stationed.

there’s ample fighting room in some parts, where the width is about as big as three houses standing side by side. in others, the breadth is just enough to hold four soldiers.

captain rex and three other troops emerge from the dead end, sporting muddy, ripped armor. they look exhausted.

“hello, commander y/n,” rex says, “we’re glad you’re finally here, we’ve almost reached our breaking point.”

“what happened?” you ask, now a little worried, but you try not to let it show.

“droids surrounded us, trapped us in the dead end and obliterated half of our platoon. the rest of us are either injured or about to drop dead from keeping the camp alive. we couldn’t see them coming, the walls were too high for us to spot them flying in. the sniper droids kept us in tight places, we couldn’t leave from behind the bunches of rocks we were hiding behind for cover without getting shot.”

you nod. “looks like we’ll have to be smarter than average this time, do something different. the droids have been picking up our normal battle plans, and are being programmed to counter them.”

rex’s face looks grim. he turns to walk back to the camp. you follow him.

“well, at least you’re here.”

“yep. the other half of our platoon is dropping of supplies, but they’ll be here at some point. probably to make a dramatic entrance in the middle of battle and save us all.”

rex laughs a little at that, “who’s the commander?”

“padawan yves.”

“sounds like her.”

“you know her?” you ask him, wanting to know more about this slightly mysterious jedi that has piqued your interest.

“from what people have said, yes. never met her, but everyone talks about her intimidating presence. makes droids fall over with just her stare. says she fights well, but has never taken a liking to it. prefers flying apparently.”

“hmm,” is all you say.

piloting. that’s hot. you hope there’ll be an opportunity to go on a sky mission with her- flirting while shooting ships down is such an aesthetic.

walking into the camp, your heart drops. what rex said was practically an understatement.

everyone looked exhausted- slouching, limping, lying down, frowning, all of the above. less than half the platoon was out, gone forever. someone had managed to close off a corner to put the bodies, but the smell of death was overwhelming. the supply of food in one of the tents could hardly be called a supply, more like some organized scraps.

you can see how the ambush must have happened. the dead end was shaped in a circle, and the rolling droids with shields around them must have stationed themselves at the top of the canyon, boxing in the clones and forcing them to hide.

“we’ll have to make a plan right away, commander. the droids could come back any minute now. the only reason they left was because they heard jedi were coming, and their general wanted them to regroup before attacking in order to eliminate the jedi,” rex says grimly.

you don’t like the idea, forcing these poor soldiers to fight again, after losing so much of their brethren, but you have no other choice, “do you have a map of the canyon?” you ask, needing a visual in order to plan the attack.

rex lifts up the flap to one of the tents and walks towards the projection table inside it, clicking a button and pulling up the map.

observing it, you don’t see many options. well, you see a lot, but most involve imminent death and sacrifice.

finally, you catch sight of something. a little niche in the dead end is near a rugged system of rock steps. if you manage to parkour up to the top, you could take out the rolling droids.

“there’s this niche here,” you say, pointing, “i could hide there while the squads station themselves at the entrance to the dead end, and attack the foot droids, keeping them occupied. once the rolling droids come, i could jump up those stairs and catch them from behind.”

rex nods, “that could work.”

the two of you survey the map for any faults, and find a lot, but most of them are nothing you can do anything about, just chance losses that could be detrimental the survival of your entire platoon.

you both sigh, thinking the same thing.

you don’t have enough people.

the troopers will be overrun, considering how the droid army is preparing for a jedi. and if they don’t see one, they’re going to do their absolute best to find one and eliminate them, no matter who or what gets in their way.

“let’s go tell them,” rex says, turning around to leave the tent.

“no,” you stop him, “i’ll tell them, you get some rest.”

rex begrudgingly agrees, and you are satisfied. these soldiers are going to need as much energy as possible if this is going to work.

you tell the soldiers your plan, doing your best to cheer them up with jokes and confidence. they do their best to look less exhausted as well.

since you didn’t know when the droids were going to appear, everyone had to get in their positions right away.

and you all sat there. waiting for bloodshed.

and it came, taking you by surprise.

the familiar, repulsive sound of droid guns fires into your ears, grabbing your fight-or-flight instinct by the neck and jostling it up like a box of cereal.

you spur into action, poising yourself in a crouching stance, getting ready to parkour-parkour up the rocky steps. surveying the cliff for the best place to attack first, you catch sight of a small gap, right where the last step breaks off, right where you planned to jump onto the top of the canyon.

without even thinking where you’re going, your body starts moving, flowing with adrenaline and the force, a feeling you’re used to, and you relax into the movement, powering up the steps, leaping up inhuman heights.

reaching the last edge, you flip onto the surface of geonosis, using the dust to hide your form, and run, head-ducked and body crouched, towards the first droid.

lightsaber glowing green, you slide under the blue shield surrounding the sniper, and stab through the power core, rendering the sniper powerless. somehow, the other droids don’t notice you, and you keep going, making your way across the semi-circle edge of the dead end, not even bothering to look down into the canyon at the battle raging.

the next few snipers are quick work, you slash through them like they’re made of putty, the metal cores sizzling and burning out like broken copper lightbulbs. this is too easy, you think to yourself. something’s bound to happen.

as you reach the fifth one, the other droids finally register you felling their kin, and two of the remaining four focus their fire on you.

deflecting their shots with your blade, you sprint to one still firing at the battle below, and ruin it like all the others. and as you hide behind its flickering shield, you see what you’ve been missing all this time.

the sniper droids you’ve been destroying up here weren’t the only ones on the playing field. there are six more, heading straight for your soldiers down below. and you won’t make it in time.

yet you have to.

legs moving faster than ever before, you hoon down the line of droids, barely glancing at the laser bullets aimed towards you before deflecting them. you try to make them hit the rolling droids down below, but it’s no use. their shields are too strong.

you fight back tears. you don’t cry a lot, but then again, you don’t mess up so bad that 30+ people are about to die because of your bad planning either.

finishing off the last droids, you turn towards the canyon. you’re too far away from the steps you came up on to go back then. and you’re too far away from the ground in the canyon to jump down.

you know the former won’t work. you’ll reach the battle and be met with dead bodies and an infinite surplus of gunshots hitting your in the face, causing to do die.

and the latter will most likely kill you as well.

however, the odds are slightly more in your favor, and with the force of your fall, you could knock the shields enough to give the clones a chance to shoot the droids down. and even though that would mean you would be shot too, you start back-stepping away from the canyon, readying yourself.

it’s okay, you tell yourself. this is what jedis are meant to do, sacrifice themselves for the greater good.

aiming for the middle of the six droids, you start running forward. maybe the shields will stop your fall enough to save you, comes a tiny bulb of hope in your chest. you push it down and don’t listen.

your legs move faster and faster, nearing the edge of cliff before you know it, and you push off, sailing into midair, halting right above the circle of droids and falling, down, down, down into them.

wind whistles around you, and a familiar sound fills your ears. you can’t place it. it blends in with the wind, but it sounds different, more mechanical, and stable.

you don’t have time to think about it. you can barely see the ground you’re about to die on, but it’s close. too close. and getting closer. and closer. the sound gets louder. and louder.

and then something out of the corner of your eye appears next to you, and someone grabs you hand.

the force of it almost dislocates your shoulder. you’re dragged into a ship. head spinning, everything moving fast, you barely register the features around you- but you know what it is.

a gunship.

a face appears in front of yours.

your focus moves completely onto it. as it becomes clearer, and your vision stops blurring, you recognize the person.

it’s yves.

“thought i lost you there for a second,” she says casually, cupping you cheek and lifting your face towards yours, meeting your eyes with hers. in your dazed state of shock you don’t see the terrified, worrisome look rippling across her features.

“they-” you stutter out, “go help rex,” you manage.

“don’t worry, we’re already on it,” she says.

you look outside the ship, your face still expressionless except for the confusion keeping your eyes wide and your mouth open, and see the droids gone, obliterated by the gunships’ firepower,

you can still see droids fighting your soldiers, as the ships can’t fire to close to your men, but the droids, the ones you were about to sacrifice yourself to end, are gone.

you move to let yves know that you can go help them still, your mouth opening like a fish looking for food, but yves turns your face towards hers again, her hand still firmly holding your jaw, keeping you stationed in reality. “you stay here,” she says, “i’ll go help.”

and with that, she leans down, presses a delicate but protective kiss on your open lips, and jumps off the ship.

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About/Rules/Verses

Hello, and welcome to my Bofur RP blog. This post is a HUGE wall of text, if you are on desktop and would like to see it a little tidier, please see the separate pages in the sidebar to the right.

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About the Mun

1. Firstly I am over 30, own a house, have a husband, 1 baby, 2 cats, and a wealth of commitments and responsibilities. I will do my best to reply in a timely manner, but will state up front that sometimes life gets in the way.

2. I am in EST and work M-F from 9-5, plus a half hour commute. Please understand that I can not post from work, and will not be posting during those times.

3. In addition, I am Mom to a very active toddler who is my priority over writing and who’s nap schedule tends to dictate when I can post.

4. My native language is English, though I can understand French, and a little bit of Spanish and Japanese. Don’t bank on me carrying on a decent conversation in any of those languages though.

About the Blog

1. When I first set up this blog I didn’t realize that secondary blogs can’t follow back, ask, or submit. My main blog name is Saffity, so if you see that blog follow you, it’s me. If I send an ask or submit, I will mention this blog name so you don’t get confused.

2. My inbox, ask, etc. is open. Please feel free to write me any starters, questions, or whatever.

3. Please send any critiques or suggestions to me. I’ve been on Tumblr forever, but have never really been a poster. If you see me doing basic noob mistakes with my posts that can be easily fixed, please let me know.

4. I will be tracking #yourehomesickiunderstand so please use that tag with our threads.

Mun’s Playing Style

1. I prefer my Bofur straight. I understand Boffins and other ships and have no qualms with them, I’ve been known to enjoy a good fluff fic once in a while, but this Bofur is straight.

2. Please send me an ask or fan mail if you would like our characters to have an already established relationship, I’m totally cool with it. I respond to all cannon characters as known as it shows in the books or movies, but if you are an OC and want something other than a “Nice to meet you” please let me know first.

3. I’m willing to do some fluffies, but not full on smut, if the thread calls for smut (which will often happen), I’ll fade to black when I’ve gone as far as I feel comfortable with. (Don’t worry, I’ll fade when I’m ready, you’ll never get any angry messages from me about going too far.)

4. Bofur here is multiverse, au, indie, whatever you want to call it. I’m sure he’ll fit into whatever crossover or world you decide to drop him in, he’s very easy going after all.

5. I tend to write in the past tense, third person. If you’d prefer a different style, just let me know and I’ll try to accommodate.

6. I’m bad with my images, so bad! I’m still figuring everything out, so if I’ve royally screwed something up, please let me know and I will delete and repost correctly.

7. I am super okay with editing anything I write if it doesn’t jive with your character or where you want the plot to go, please just let me know.

8. I mainly play on mobile, as such, I’m not able to cut my posts down. Please do so whenever you feel the need/want, I won’t be upset.

Head Cannons that go across all verses

1. Bofur has a Northern Irish accent and his hat, always his hat.

2. Bofur has named his hat Bundushathur, which in Khuzdul means “Cloudyhead” and will sometimes refer to his hat as a sleeping rabbit. If Khuzdul does not exist in the verse (like Modern) then the hat is called Cloudyhead and still referred to as a rabbit.

3. Bofur is the everyman, he isn’t special or high born. He is good natured, friendly, and the world’s best wingman, even if it means connecting someone he pines after with someone else. He would rather see them happy and keep their friendship than try to force his feelings on them or lose their friendship because of his pride.

4. The main characteristic about Bofur is that he is unimportant in the hierarchy of society.

Main Verse - The Hobbit/LOTR

Bofur is 4'6" but fairly thin for a dwarf.

Bofur is a dwarf who’s family line comes from Moria. He is of the mining class. He was born and raised in Ered Luin with his brother. Shortly after Bofur became an adult, his parents died, leaving him to raise his brother. Shortly after that, Bifur was injured in an orc attack. Bofur and Bombur took Bifur in, however there were a number of difficult years as they all got used to Bifur’s new personality.

Once Bifur was stable enough, the brothers decided it would be a good idea to head out and find new customers for their skills. They ended up at Bree, opening up a shop to sell Bifur’s fabulous toys, and offer tinkering services.

During their stay in Bree, Bombur got married to a passing female dwarf and moved his overly large family near the shop. Bifur and Bofur live together in living quarters at the back of the shop, Bombur lived with them until he got married.

Bofur travels around Middle Earth, usually west of the Misty Mountains, and most often between Bree and Ered Luin by way of the Shire. He collects supplies, sells wares, and visits many friends and family that are about the lands.

When Thorin calls for assistance in taking back Erebor, Bofur and his kin lock up their shop and head for the Shire.

After the quest they settle in Erebor, though Bofur heads back to Bree to close up their shop and settle accounts prior to settling in for a long life of enjoying his 14th share of the treasure.

Head Cannons that can totally change if my partner is a Bifur or Bombur

1. Bofur’s father was killed in Moria at the battle of Azanulbizar, his Mother died in an Orc attack when Bofur was in his 40s. He has taken care of his brother ever since.

2. Bofur took Bifur in after Bifur was orphaned as well, the three are like brothers, having shared the experience of loss and growing up together.

3. Bombur stopped speaking after their mother died. Bofur’s tried to get him to speak, and has managed to get him to speak sometimes, but usually just small replies and often with much prodding. Bifur and Bombur use the same sign language to speak to each other and those who don’t speak Khuzdul. Bofur takes care of both of them and is the one who speaks to customers.

Modern Verse

High School

Bofur is not popular, though he’s friendly and basically knows everyone. He enjoys shop class, classical music, and historical literature.

Studious and hard working, Bofur can often be found with his nose in a book, when not sitting on the bleachers playing the tin flute he always has on him.

College Student

Bofur is a TA in college. His major is historical literature, and his goal is to eventually become a professor. His passion is delving into historical fanatasy from cultures other than England and Western Europe.

He enjoys learning languages in order to read what he is researching in its original state.

General Modern Adult

In most modern adult verses Bofur is a general labourer, most often a janitor. If he is a teacher, he teaches music and drama.

Ice Cream Shop

Bofur runs a small home made ice cream shop that is part of a coffee shop run with a companion or family member (his partner can be any member of the company). He makes a variety of flavours, and offers lactose and gluten free varieties.

He prides himself on being able to guess his customers’ favourites on sight (like the movie Chocolat).

Marvel

Bofur is a janitor within shield. He can be found on the helicarrier, within the Avengers training base, or basically anywhere the heroes may be destroying things that need to be cleaned up.

While he is quiet and without powers, he has wisdom and a patient ear to lend to those supers who require a moment to vent.

Star Trek

This is the only verse where Bofur stands out. Bofur is a red shirt, but by some miraculous turn of events, he has gone on a number of away missions and made it back alive. Poor Bofur would love to get off the enterprise with his life, and shirt, in tact, but it appears some of the higher officers like to see him lose his mind and suggest him for more away missions, even if only in jest.

Head cannons that exist in all modern verses

1. Bofur and his family are from Northern Ireland, though Bofur travels around, goes to school abroad, and in general can pop up anywhere in the world.

2. Bofur is short for a male - 5'6", with a stocky build, and fairly strong.

3. Bofur’s younger brother Bombur is still at home (or married with kids depending on their age).

4. Bofur’s parents took Bifur in after he got injured during Armed Forces training, as Bofur’s family lives closer to the rehab resources that Bifur requires.

#out of songs

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