#okay admittedly they barely interact in-game

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Imagine coming home from a long day of running errands to see ¡yandere! Sam Trapani beating one of your admirers to a bloody pulp on your front door step.

Warnings: Gore, violence, mentions of stalking, obsession, forced relationship

A/N: I drew this at the depths of night when I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t seen really any yandere mafia stuff soooo…… here you go!! Art + headcannon…you may now feast.

Requests: open 24/7

Bonus pt.2

(I mention that the admirer is young, I mean like Sam is 40 so the other guys is late 20’s to early thirties. Sam is just getting insecure about his age)

Sam had been stalking and slowly trying to court you for about a year and he’s getting closer to his goal of finally making you his; but this new guy that just moved in next door is just fucking it alll up.

It first started with the guy going over to your house to introduce himself and harmlessly wanting to be a friendly neighbor. Then quickly become bolder and bolder with his flirtations, much to Sam’s dismay! Could you believe that THE Sam Trapani is extremely jealous of this guy?? Probably 10 years younger and quite handsome, That boy is a serious threat.

You laugh louder at his jokes than you do at sam’s, your clothes are getting much more revealing and the way you prance your little ass over to him anytime he calls your name was seriously eating at him and he’s at his wits end of it. Sam knows he’s getting older but is his charm really that stale now?

Even when Sam is having a full conversation with with you this little shit will come around and inject himself into the whole interaction. Sam even started going grocery shopping on your schedule just to be able to have some alone time with you and yet again this man appears out of the wood works. Every. Single. Time.

(Okay that’s a little dramatic but the point still stands…Sammy cannot keep up with him. He’s finally met his match and he’s so whiny about ittt)

The other guys noticed this and found it extremely hilarious, Trapani wasn’t the hot shit of the town anymore and there was someone younger and more good looking ready to take his place and his girl. They poked fun and joked how Sam was now officially an old geezer and that a young damsel like yourself wouldn’t want anything to do with him. They fed into his insecurities and made everything just ten times worse. Of course they meant no harm, Sam usually wouldn’t be hung up on a girl for too long and plus he still had pretty much every other woman of Lost Haven in his hands so what what the big deal? Why were you so damn special anyways?

“Look Sam,” paulie breathed in between laughs. “Y/N is admittedly very gorgeous but just leave it alone at this point. She’s very obviously more into him than you. What about that broad down at the Corleone…what was her name??”

“Michelle..” Sam gritted in a low venomous tone

“Right, Michelle! Maaaaybeee…you can get her out of that hell hole and I’m sure once she cleans up nicely she’ll be…something of a wife” Paulie erupted into laughter once again after finishing that sentence, barely able to hold back the tears that accompanied it.

Sam already decided enough was enough and there was no point in trying to play this whole love game thing fairly. Going down to your house and giving it to you straight was the only way he could think of doing this. He wanted your love story to feel organic and for your admiration for him to slowly bloom but you’re obviously not getting it. You don’t understand that Sam is the only possible match for you.

So much time stalking, analyzing and carefully articulating every move he made with you isn’t about be washed down the drain just because some bright eyed sucker wants to fuck you. No…it’s okay though. You’re just slightly misguided by all the butterflies and fluff but soon he’ll lead you right back to where you need to be.

As his car approached your door, he noticed a fellow holding a huge bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift in his hand ready to knock on your door. Obviously Sam’s time was running out far sooner than he had previously expected at that moment something inside of him snapped.

Without thinking any further he got out of his sleek black car and opened the trunk, out of it he grabbed a bat and started towards the young man.

”Oh hey Sam! I’ve been knocking on y/n’s door for quite some time now. Do you know where sh-“ before the young man could even finish his next sentence the bat connected with his head and continued to do so as Sam kept striking him over and over..

Nothing was said out of Sam’s mouth as he beat him to a pulp…actually nothing could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood outside of the thwacking of the bat and the cries that escaped the admirer’s lips, pleading for him to stop. Everyone in the neighborhood silently watch from a distance, they all knew of Sam’s affiliation and no one wanted to be next on Salierie’s list. Even the birds decided to stop chirping in fear they too would meet the same fate as the fellow

This continued on for another couple minutes before a blood curdling scream broke Sam’s attack.

“Sam?!? What the hell are you doing to him????”

Hearing your familiar voice, Sam swiftly stood up to face you, hurriedly trying to explain what happened.

“Look…y/n calm down, this is just a simple miss understanding…”

He flashed a brisk smile and steadily started walking towards you

“Just come with me and we can speak about this over dinner, huh? You’d like that?”

Shaking your head and carefully backing away from the deranged man, you cried out

“No…n-no…no Sam….” A breath passed “Y-you gangsters are all the same…you hurt people without cause, just look at what you did to him! He was a good man!”

Sam for a moment, stopped walking and looked back at the bloody scene he had just created before looking back at you.

“Oh sweetheart…”

He began walking towards you again, this time faster so he could catch your arm.

“…trust me when I say, this isn’t the worst i could’ve done to em’. ”

Pulling you in close to his chest, he moved slightly to the side of your face and lowered his lips to your ear before speaking again,

“I’ve got something to make it up to you, doll face.” Looking down at his bloody and bruised hands, he held a perfectly intact rose…

[whitelionspirit]

Takes place during vol 13 of LL with medic! reader

———

The very cramped space ship is starting to make everyone steer crazy and it’s made you feel claustrophobic more then usual. On the lost light you had space to move around, here you all are just sitting ducks. You tried to keep yourself occupied mostly by switching between sitting in your lovers laps.

Currently you were sitting with Ratchet and Drift snuggled between the speedster’s thighs. He had smuggled you a pillow how you didn’t know but to put between your back and his armor. You were trying to play a game on your data pad as reading and trying to just sleep with so much noise going on around you had been pointless.

You barely heard their conversation as the two spoke softly to one another. Drift shifted slightly making you glance up at him before going back to your game. A soft touch to your head made you look up again this time meeting his blue optics. He smiled softly at you as he rubbed his digit along your cheek affectionately. You smiled back at him and kissed his digit, before going back to your game again. You heard Ratchet chuckle as you stifled a yawn.

“You should really try recharging star shine,” Drift voiced

You hummed adjusting your body to try and stop your body from falling asleep yet again. “I’ll sleep later…just hard to with so much noise.” You pouted as yet another yawn escaped you.

Ratchet and Drift shared a look before you were carefully scooped up into Drift’s servo and carried out of the mess hall. You looked at both bots questioningly but neither said anything as they walked towards the front of the ship….

You groaned. “Guys! Seriously, I’m fine!”

Ratchet scoffed and eyed you with a raised optical ridge that made you sigh and just pick up your game again. There really was no use in arguing with your partner, especially when it came to your own health.

It was only a few minutes later that Drift stopped walking and you realized where you were. You tensed as Drift knocked on the door and it admittedly slid open to reveal Rodimus sitting in his desk chair. He tiled his helm in question as the three of you entered the captain’s quarters which functioned also as the cockpit.

It was much smaller than his one on the lost light and much more cluttered with data pads and his belongings scattered about.

“Hey guys what’s up?” Rodimus asked.

You felt awkward just being here things had gotten better since Drift’s return but things between you and Rodimus were still a patch work of interactions. He still seemed to carry his guilt as even him and Drift hadn’t fully returned to their old selves yet.

“Our little star shine here hasn’t had a good recharge in a mega-cycle as they say it’s too noisy out their with the others.”

Rodimus’s optical ridges pinched together in thought as a frown pulled at his derma. He looked so cute when he did that and this whole awkwardness was killing you.

“So you brought them here because…?” He asked confusion in his words.

Ratchet ex-vented as he rolled his optics before gesturing to you. “They need somewhere to sleep peacefully and it’s quiet here so that’s why we are here.”

Rodimus’ face lit up as his optics finally took in your form fully since you entered the room. You knew you looked like shit but having his full attention made you feel; subconscious as your grip tightened on the data pad in your hands.

“Oh.”

“I hope that’s okay.” Drift smiled sheepishly.

“Ah, yeah, yeah leave them with me for a while that’s fine.” His vocalizer sputtered as he reset it.

You looked to the conjunx pairing giving them your best pleading look but they both ignored it as Drift lowered his servo to Rodimus who was already reaching for you. You flipped both mechs off as you hopped down into Rodimus’ servo you glanced back at them once more as both gave you reassuring looks before waving the captain off as they left the room.

You looked up at him and he gave you a timid smile and you sighed. “I’ll just try and get some sleep you won’t even know I’m here.”

“No worries I don’t mind I just have some paper work to do.”

You nodded before trying to find a comfortable place to sleep and try not to think about how much you liked this new paint job of his.

[imabillyami]

If you're still taking writing prompts; Roman/Seth and 'Gift'?

Hi anon! I’ve never written these two before, but I had a lot of fun trying! Hope this came out okay!

One day I’ll actually learn to stick to the word/sentence limit, but today is not the day. I got a little carried away again, but well, don't think you'll complain.

I watched a bunch of Christmas movies yesterday (don’t ask 😭), so I was in that headspace already. I imagine this would be set during the Holiday Tour, with them just coming back from a show probably.

Once again: No peeking if you're underage!

With Christmas only a few days away the festive spirit was running high, people in and out of the locker room eager to get home and have a few well-deserved days off.

Roman admittedly was very much in the same boat. He loved his job, he really did, but he couldn’t wait to spend more than a couple of hours at a time with his mom and sisters, even if it meant being away from Seth for the holidays. 

It just meant they’d both been enjoying their time on the Holiday Tour to the fullest. Well, not the tour itself. But definitely the nights that followed the long and exhausting days of travel, shows and fan interaction. And tonight was going to be no different. 

Their second to last night on the road - and they’d make the most out of every single second. 

“I got you something, Ro.” Seth’s voice hitched for only the fragment of a second when Roman walked up behind him and wrapped an arm over his chest to hold him close in the small entryway of their hotel room. 

For some reason Seth had insisted on wearing that stupid bulky floor-length monstrosity of a coat that others apparently called fashionable.

He’d been sporting it the second their show ended and it had proven to be a major pain in Roman’s ass all night whenever he tried to initiate any physical contact between them. He honestly couldn’t wait to get it off, especially with how ridiculous it looked now that they were barefoot (he also couldn’t wait to get Seth off, but that was beside the point - for now).

“Mhh, you shouldn’t have. T’only gift I wanna unwrap is you anyway.” he hummed in a low tone, planting open-mouthed kisses along the column of Seth’s neck, internally cussing whenever he got bits of that stupid fake fur caught in his mouth.

Seth leaned back into him, trusting Roman’s arms to hold him steady, the stupid coat still like a brick wall between their bodies. He couldn’t fucking wait to break it down.

When Seth spoke Roman could practically hear the eye roll in his voice. “Cheesy. Who told you you got game again? Cause it couldn’t have been me.”

“You love it.” his voice was muffled against his lover’s neck, but Seth understood anyway.

“We, uh, really need to work on that ego of yours. S-so you want your gift or not?” He turned his body enough to lean away from Roman, looking at him with a gleam in his eyes.

He was almost a pro at keeping his composure, Roman had to give him that. He looked barely bothered, but the small hitch in his breath and stutter in his voice betrayed him.

Roman unhooked his arm and stepped back impatiently, already missing Seth’s warmth as he put a little distance between them. 

Not knowing what to do with his arms, he brought his hands to his own waist, fully aware that this particular pose of his was a bit of a meme these days. He couldn’t help it. And what the fans couldn’t see… well. 

Seth had made fun of him endlessly when the fans online had coined it his ‘impatient dad pose’, showing him all kinds of ridiculous montages and posts whenever he braved the cesspit that was Twitter.

Roman liked to think of it more as the ‘I’m dealing with fucking brats everywhere pose’ with the biggest brat of them all stood right in front of him, but he'd lost that discussion ages ago.

“Well? Where is it then?” He huffed out the question, eager to get back to their previous activity. His impatience was answered with a saucy grin and a mischievous twinkle in Seth’s eye. And he damn well knew that twinkle like the back of his hand.

That little minx. 

He let out another huff. This time exasperated. “It is you, isn’t it?” 

Never taking his eyes off of him, Seth reached down to undo his coat, revealing nothing but naked skin and smatterings of hair underneath.

Jesus Christ.

“Now who has an ego problem again?” He barely got the words out, his head spinning and his mouth already watering at the prospect of getting his hands and mouth all over the planes of bare skin flushed with arousal.

His lover only rolled his eyes in response. “God’s greatest creation and all. Now shut up and get on with it already! Or do I have to do all the unwrapping by myself? I’m getting impatient over here.”

And just like that he was touching himself, heavy fur coat slipping inch by inch down his firm shoulders, revealing his bulging biceps as one hand wrapped around his leaking cock, with the other busy pinching his nipple. 

Roman’s mouth flooded with saliva. “Well we can’t have that, can we?” 

All he got was another impatient sigh.

“Fucking diva.” He muttered darkly under his breath, quickly closing the distance between them and locking Seth’s wrists in a tight grip that had the smaller man bristle in protest. 

“I heard that!”

“Well good, you were supposed t- mpf” he was cut off by the demanding familiar mouth pressing against his own, the coat falling to the floor with a whoosh.

Looks like he got his gift after all. And he didn’t even have to do any unwrapping.

[quinloki]

Pre-Event Sneak Peeks!

If you want to see some of what's coming, check below the cut!

I don't have sneak peeks of *everything*, I didn't start writing early enough to manage that. But these should certainly whet your appetite.

Treats with Ace:

“I’m just going to take your pants off.” He says it almost flatly, despite the smirk on his face, and it takes you a second to process what he’s saying. “Yeah, uh – huh?” You look down as he grips your hips and leans in, mouth open as he hooks his teeth into your jeans, tugging them free. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you scoot back into the couch a little, but the dense pack of pillows behind you doesn’t let you get far. “Ace!”

Onesome

The room had a candle, somewhere outside of your field of vision, but it was just barely enough light to catch the soft shimmer of sweat on his arms and chest. He was shirtless, pants open, one hand braced on the side of the chair, the other stroking his cock. You froze. Part of you wanted to step inside and offer to help him. The longer you looked the more you realized he’d cum at least once already, but was still too wound up, or pent up, to fall asleep. The other part of you won out, however, and you watched him.

Naughty Mouse

The evening carried on smoothly enough. There were drinks and snacks and card games, and music loud enough to be appreciated and quiet enough to avoid pissing off the neighbors. You kept things stocked, playing the good host. You knew Eustass’ eyes were on you almost the entire night. You didn’t avoid looking at him, or interacting with him, but when you stepped away to refill a bowl or switch out a beer you knew he was watching you more than whatever game was being played. And you used that to your advantage.

Demon Summoning (unlike other sneak peeks, these aren't consecutive sentences):

You can’t beg him, you can’t get your mouth to form anything but shivering whines and needy moans. Need slips between your lips and tumbles down your chest as he lowers you slowly. Your cries of pleasure shatter the air around you, bouncing off the hard walls of the warehouse and spurring the demon beneath you.

Altitude Adjustment

You could feel your own deviousness bubbling up in you, as you shifted your hips, thrusting him in deeply without warning and causing his body to tense. He looks at you in a mix of surprise and pleasure, having the good sense to at least look a little nervous. “Pretty bird.” You say in a sultry tone and watch his face turn a darker red for a minute.

ABO (Admittedly I don't like how this turned out, but I'm going to post it anyway, because it's really my first shot at omegaverse stuff, so if it's awkward that's okay).

“If you’re not ready yet, I won’t let it happen.” He says, golden eyes almost on fire. You can feel them moving over your body as he does finally take a step inside. “With my devil fruit it’s an easy matter.” “… The crew.” “They’re already bringing us up.” He assures you, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. You can see the tension in his body, muscles taut and his usually smooth movements are a little rough. He pulls off his boots, one, then the other, setting them down by the door as he closes it slowly. “Say it.” The command is for you to speak, but what you say is your own choice.

Caught Masturbating

You were his best girl in your fantasy, moaning quietly, and whimpering his name as he teased you, bringing his good girl to climax for all her hard work. Pleasure was building up in you, your eyes rolling back a little as you relished the idea having him bring you over the edge one day. You wanted to cry for him, whine for him – tell him how wet he made you. Anything, everything. He was so sweet, but you hoped he could be every bit as stern and forceful as the captain.

[umbracirrus]

what made you settle on balgruuf of any character? just curious

OOOH

Okay okay okay, so like, bare with me on this because this is a very good question!!!! It is in part my own judgement of his character but alskfhsajdfhasdj I'm not normal about him

He is one of the first characters that become a 'constant' in the Dragonborn's main quest. You meet him early on, you go back to him time and time again, and he is always willing to listen to you even if what you are telling/asking him is downright madness (i.e. asking him to trap a dragon).

And that is even bearing in mind that you can downright tell him that you were being executed in Helgen, he sees the bigger picture than the fact that there is a soot-ridden possible criminal on his literal doorstep, because this one person has brought him news which set into action things which in the end likely saved the lives of many of his people in Whiterun hold.

He doesn't panic when the news of the dragons reaches him, he instead takes time to think and chooses to be practical by planning and preparing and remaining vigilant until the time comes that they can be pushed back and/or killed.

Whilst Proventus and Hrongar bicker about the importance of the Dragonborn and whether you are or not, he keeps a level head and advises you on what to do (go and see the greybeards because it was them who summoned you as that was what the thunderous noise when you reentered the city was) as opposed to showering you with admiration (or being highly suspicious of you)

The Dragonborn, as part of the main quest, becomes a Thane of Whiterun. That means that you have contributed significantly to the hold of Whiterun and that he trusts you.

And speaking of trust, he gives you his axe when you become thane and giving axes is a huge sign of trust in Skyrim (and I have written a mini essay on this before, so I won't go into that all again. that post is my pride and joy lol)

And speaking of Balgruuf trusting you, his voice if you join the Stormcloaks and says that he thought better of you breaks my heard ashjkasdablkjsdhjkh- (again, see linked post about axes above because you can only do battle for whiterun after you become thane of whiterun)

Even if you ask him the most nonsensical things, he thinks rationally about it. Yes, ending the dragon menace is a good thing even if the insane has to happen to do so (aka trapping Odahviing), but if the cost of stopping it is his hold and his people, it is out of the question. His priority is keeping his people and hold safe, and by the looks of things if things were to go to shit, when weighing up the options, it being the result of dragons is preferrable over it being a result of brother against brother, friend against friend. It is also likely preferrable because of my earlier point that he is trying to be practical about the dragons and come up with plans to handle them. He does not wish to partake in the war whilst he has the option to keep clear of it.

You don't often see him interact with them, but he has his family around him! His brother and children! And even though there is a lack of interaction, there are a few little ways in which he can be seen as looking out for them. For example, Frothar likes to go around saying 'Father says I'm too young to train with a sword' and that he wants to fight in the civil war. He's trying to keep his child as far away from the danger as he can.

Admittedly, Dagny is a bit of a selfish and spoiled child... and Balgruuf contributes to that. She argues with Frothar about how Balgruuf promised her a new dress and doesn't like it when her brother calls her out on the selfishness. It's almost like he can't say no to her when his little girl wants something (and adds an extra layer to his character that you don't really see otherwise in-game!)

And Nelkir, he does worry about the boy. He knows that he is typically a quiet child, but is incredibly worried about him once he starts falling under the influence of Mephala (though obviously doesn't know that), and is worried that he is the cause of him no longer talking to him and ending up all brooding, which unwittingly he kind of is, because of the secrets he holds... such as Nelkir having a different mother to his siblings (leading to a whole other thing about their identities because you have no idea who their mothers are, were they a string of tragic romances? a result of affairs and such? there are so many unexplored opportunities there, of which I quite like the concept of two consecutive tragedies explaining why he doesn't appear to have a significant other at the time of Skyrim because of what if it happened again, no, he needs to put what he has of a family and Whiterun first), that he doesn't want to be forced out of Whiterun, that he doesn't like the Thalmor, and...

He still worships Talos! In theory against rules, something which could potentially get him into trouble or killed, but he still does it, he still gets away with it, and may be a contributing factor to the fact that there is still numerous statues of Talos in his hold, including the city of Whiterun itself, and that Heimskr is still about preaching and not in jail.

Just quickly going back to Mephala, he knows (presumably first-hand if the book found during that quest is anything to go by) about the dangers of the Ebony Blade. He and Farengar did what they could to destroy it to protect everyone in the long run, but couldn't - so they did the next best thing and tried to lock it away in a hidden/difficult to get to room and limit access to it by being the only ones to have keys. I don't think he ever anticipated one of his own children finding said door though and getting the Dragonborn involved...

Going back to the worship of Talos, that is one of (but not the only) justifications for the civil war. In the end, he sides with the Imperials which is quite interesting, given that he seems to have a rapport with Ulfric Stormcloak. Though he does mention at times that he sees good reasons for both sides. His reasoning is not completely clear(from what I can recall without loading up the game) but based on the fact that he seems to look out for his people and hold over other things (and would have preferred to remain out of the war completely), he must have deemed that siding with the Empire was less bad of an option than siding with the Stormcloaks. Perhaps he felt that would lead to more stability in the long run.

Basically, he's a loyal man who looks out for those nearest and dearest to him (even if his way of doing so is unhealthy *cough* Dagny *cough*), holds his position with pride and does what he can for his people, and there are many little nuances of his character which I really just like and makes him much more of a multi-dimensional character than quite a few others in the game. Probably could've just said that from the start hehe.

As I have said though, this is my own interpretation of his character.

Sorry if this list is very ramble-y - I've been awake for like an hour or so at this point and still haven't sufficiently caffeinated myself lol...

[onceuponalegendbg]

Top Ten Ace Attorney Games

So this seems appropriate given recent announcements. Note: I’ve never played the Professor Layton crossover so it will not be on this list. Can’t really rank something you never interacted with, you know? Also, goes without saying but all opinions expressed in this are fully subjective and should be taken with a grain of salt. Like, seriously, guys. I’ve warned you.

10) Apollo Justice - Okay, so I just want to say that AA4 is not a bad game, but good lord is it the one I have the most problems with. Good things first, however. I love the dynamic between Apollo and Trucy. Their banter is so fun. I like this version of Phoenix. Really seems like he’s grown a lot in the time between games due to circumstances. I feel his relationship with Trucy could have been explored more but what we do get is good. Ema’s back, and I’ll never say no to that. Klavier is a good rival for Apollo. All that said, man do I remember barely anything about any of the cases of this game. Outside the main cast I remember Lamoire, Kristoph, and that a couple of Gramaryes are in this one. That last case also just... gives me a headache if I think about it too long.

9) Justice For All - Oh boy. So outside of introducing my favorite Prosecutor of the OG trilogy, JFA is a bit meh overall. Don’t get me wrong, Case 2 with all the Fey Drama is very solid and the final case... Come on, do I really need to say how good the Engarde Case is? I don’t even hate the Berry Big Circus case as much as most people (except for the very uncomfortable love triangle, that I detest) but even I can’t deny it’s one of the weaker cases in the series and the first case is... the whole amnesia device is more annoying than clever. Again, I’m sure I’m not saying anything new here.

8) Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright - Man, I wonder if this is some form of sacrilegious putting the first game this low on the list. Honestly, there’s not much to truly criticize with this one. It’s a very solid first entry into what would grow into such a beloved franchise. But I also just don’t have a ton of things to say about it in general? At least not many that haven’t already been said by more articulate people than I. It’s a good game. Solid starting point. Weakest case is the first one but... It’s the first case. So. To be expected.

7) Ace Attorney Investigations: Miles Edgeworth - Admittedly, this is only so low because I love the other games more and the last case is.... unbearably long. It was brilliant of Capcom to take what is likely AA’s most popular character and give him his own games, and even better to give us characters like Kay and Lang while also giving us Tiny Franziska. We did not deserve Tiny Franziska but they gave her to us anyway. A very enjoyable foray with a new game-play style.

6) Trials and Tribulations - Oh man, I am going to get so much crap for this one. Before anyone comes at me! Yes! T&T is a near flawless entry. Genuinely, the writing for this one is insane and Dahlia is such a well used antagonist. The through line for this game is masterful. Even the third case, which is indeed the weakest case, I find some charm in. So don’t get me wrong, I’m well aware that objectively this probably should have at least been in the top three. But this isn’t an objective list. This is my list. And while I do love T&T, I just adore the games in the top five more.

5) Ace Attorney Investigations 2: Prosecutor’s Path - An improvement from the first Investigations in almost every way. While I do think that the last case is still a bit too long, I think it’s overall more interesting than the first’s. More of Kay, Miles, and Gumshoe having the best dynamic. The addition of Ray, Sebastian, and Justine only making the cast all the better. Again, I’m a sucker for Justine being the best mom ever and her dynamic with John (and even Sebastian) is something I wish we’d had more of.

4) Dual Destinies - I don’t care what ya’ll say, AA5 is a fun addition and Athena is an amazing new character. I freakin love Athena. Like, I’m sorry but any character that has been through that much crap and still manages to smile and cheer up the people around her even when she’s feeling the absolute worst is a good character and I will die on this hill. Not to mention Blackquill being an equally fantastic rival for our protagonists. And that reveal in the last case while Aura is forcing them to do a retrial for her brother! “Oh but Phoenix is back to being goofy and it’s like AA4 never happened.” “Oh, but Apollo is angsty for no reason.” Sorry, doesn’t bother me. Like, I’m not even willing to call these things nitpicks because they’re just such non-issues for me. The only thing I’ll say is that the models do look a little off sometimes. This is a good game, ya’ll are just mean.

3) Spirit of Justice - So confession, SOJ was the first AA game that I saw from start to finish. I’d tried before but I’d never found the right let’s play of the AA franchise. Then I did find one, and I watched SOJ through start to finish. And I really enjoyed it. I love the setting of Khura’in, Rayfa, the final boss looking like a Power Rangers’ villain. Also, while we do get a lot of father son stuff, I’m such a freakin sucker for the mother daughter stuff between Rayfa and Gharan and Amara. Also, the Magical Turnabout is just... such a fun case? And of course, Maya can’t be in a game without getting accused of murder. But her growth as a character is great. I just really really enjoy this game, guys.

2) Great Ace Attorney: Adventures - I’m sure this comes as very little shock to anyone who knows me. The first GAA game is astounding. I love this cast of characters so much. Susato, Ryu, Sherlock, Iris, Barok, Gina, Toby, they’re all great! The new mechanics with the jury and multiple witnesses on the stand are great. The story is great. Yeah, the first case goes on for too long, but at least it feels fresh due to the new setting and characters. I feel like I can’t properly articulate how much I love this game. Which, speaking of...

1) Great Ace Attorney: Resolve - Yeah, yeah. Predictable, I’m sure. But what can I say, this took everything I loved about the first game and just made it better and expanded on it. The story takes so many twists and turns and it takes the characters and their bonds from the first game and makes me love them even more. WE LOVE THE FOUND FAMILY TROPE! Kazuma comes back and he becomes such a fascinating character. Rei, Courtney Sithe, Esmeralda Tusspells, Drebber are only some of the memorable new characters for this part 2. The fight against Stronghart (Vortex is still the cooler name) is such a triumphant moment! And playing as Susato in the first case!? That was amazing! And Ryu’s growth throughout all of this!? Like excuse me! I love this boy! 

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hii are your matchups still up? If so then I would like to request a matchup for twst! (If not then please feel free to ignore this!)

My name is Mari and I go by she/her!

I have long straight black hair and I’m also kinda chubby. I’m Hispanic, 19 years old and 5’1 (ik💔) and I also wear glasses because I’m blind😔. I like anime and reading manga and I also love collecting candles, especially the good smelling ones! I like spending my weekends sleeping or playing games on my phone lol. I have social anxiety so I barely go out in public so I won’t have to interact with people but when I have to I just suck it up and deal with it. I really hate loud noises, especially loud banging on doors because of trauma so I really prefer a more quiet and calm place. I love taking pictures! I always thought about becoming a photographer when I was little but criminology has my heart! I’m a big horror move fan so I really like watching and reading anything horror related (if anyone has any horror manga recommendations please tell me!) anyways I’m a very shy and quiet person but once you get to know me and I start getting comfortable around you then be ready to get annoyed with my loudness😭 my love language is quality time and words of affirmation! I love ceramics and anything to do with art. I find it very beautiful and peaceful. I love animals and I hope to get either a dog or a cat in the future:)

Okay first of all, as a fellow horror enthusiast, I have to recommend Borrasca (not a manga, apologies, but a GREAT read that will leave you emotionally devastated) and my favorite horror movies, Skinamarink (seen on my header) and Mad God! If you ever wanna chat about your favorite horror stuff, hit me up!

Also, thanks for the request!

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Silver 

Admittedly, I read “I spend my weekends sleeping” and I instantly thought of Silver, but I also think y’all would be SO cute together. 

Silver won’t know a whole lot about your hobbies admittedly, but I think he’s the kind of guy who never turns away from learning new things. He’ll gladly sit and silently observe you play video games, or he’ll watch a new movie with you, and the both of you will feel more at peace then you have in a long time. 

Really I imagine the two of you would be a safe haven for the other person, and when you’re together, there’s no pressure to put on any fronts or worry. 

Also, Silver is a man of words of affirmation, so he’ll always be tere to reassure you -  not with sugar coated words and honeyed promises, but real, genuine words of support and love. 

Silver finds photography fascinating. One day you lend him your camera and it comes back full of pictures of everything from Malleus and Lillia (of course) to the food he ate for lunch. 

When you take a picture of the two of you, he pins it to the wall above his desk, and stares at it fondly whenever he’s away from you. 

(He also keeps a copy on his person at all times).

[plagueislost]

Hii, for the artist ask game: number 4 and 10 is something I'd love to know :3

i wrote A LOT for this ask, sorry! i wanted to do the questions justice, yknow how it is.

4. piece you wish got more love?

Ive found from experience that original art tends to not do very well on social media, which kind of makes me sad. It's not much of a problem for me (because most of the stuff i post is fanart anyways) but i can't help but think that part of the reason i rarely ever draw original pieces or make OCs is because of the lack of feedback i get on social media. I know tumblr is supposed to be the fandom website, and maybe id have a different experience on another site, but it is disappointing when i post something original that I'm very proud of and it barely manages to get more than 20 notes, whereas something i like less easily surpasses 100 just because of the tags i put on it. i think the most recent example of this is this piece, which admittedly did get quite a few notes for an original piece, but definitely would have gotten more had it been fanart of the same caliber. this is also not to blame anyone or make anyone feel bad about not reblogging original art (god knows im guilty of that too, and art piggybacking off the popularity of other works of art are of course gonna get more notes), its just something ive noticed from my time on social media.

10. how do you deal with artblock?

i dont get art block very often, but when i do, its ANNOYING. it mostly manifests in me having a bunch of motivation for a part of my process that i cant get to without doing the stuff i have no desire to do (does that make any sense?). like, ill have a strong urge to render an artwork, but no ongoing WIPs that are at that stage, meaning i would have to sketch and color and shade a whole new piece before i could satiate that urge, or do the steps out of order which could mess up the flow and end look of a project. when i get like this, i find its best to try and translate those desires into different activities and take a step away from art. for example:

if i want to sketch, but nothing comes out right digitally, ill find a scrap piece of paper and a crappy pen and make thumbnails until i cant think of any other iterations of the ideas in my head. if one of them turns out good, ill take a picture and transfer it into my software, but only go over it a day or so later so i can have fresh eyes.

if i want to color, but i have no sketches currently ready for coloring, ill go into my photo editing program, find some random old photos that i never edited, and post-process them until i get something im happy with.

if i want to shade, but have no colored artworks ready for that, ill usually do a study of a photo ive taken, because most of the time me shading is really me wanting to see how light and shadow interact in certain scenarios. i actually did a whole AP portfolio on that because i liked shading and lighting so much!

if i want to render, but ive got no pieces ready for rendering, i find its easiest just to find a tedious activity where i can be a perfectionist but also feel like im the smartest person in the world. this generally turns into me cooking some big meal because its constantly engaging but also not that difficult. i know its probably weird for it to not have anything to do with art but this is just what works best for me, and i get the bonus of a nice meal at the end of it!

if i get the more classic kind of art block where everything sucks and nothing i make is good, i find its best to go back to the media that inspires me to make art, and not worry too much about having made something by the end of it. generally the media that inspires me ends up, well, inspiring me, and i can remind myself that art is a voluntary practice that i do because its fun, not because i want something out of it. if it doesnt manage to inspire me, thats okay, i can just tell myself im taking a break and live life for a bit.

i hope that was helpful, and i really enjoyed answering these questions! if anyone else wants to ask a question, the artist ask game is here.

[shrimpbytes]

Okay yeah. I admittedly got my hopes up too high during the first half of the dlc, but I still think it's one of the better ones the game has had...tack on several asterisks here

Spoilers for Skyline Valley

So they added lightning ghouls, which just play like normal ghouls except they explode sometimes and mumble weird garbage

That said, I am personally fine with asset reuse, I think the experience is more important than knowing devs are slaving away somewhere

And I do think this ghoul reskin/crazy people faction are better than the scorched and blood eagles respectively

The new area is also all just flipped assets, so nowhere feels special, except the region itself which has a gnarly storm hanging overhead. The point of the main quest is to get rid of the storm which...why? I guess just because it's related to the lightning ghouls.

Obviously it was doomed to fail because the lightning ghouls are in the world map, not just interiors, and if they took away the storm the new region would look like any random city in Appalachia.

The main plot was much more compelling and Fallout-y than the last dlc, which was basically a vaguely mafioso themed sitcom. But in terms of actual gameplay, there's alot less classic Fallout. The only decision in the entire dlc is at the very end and basically you just decide whether or not to -and I'm barely exaggerating here- kill a Nazi Zombie. The outcome changes who is sitting at the front desk when you return to Vault 63. There wasn't any segment where there were a bunch of interactions based on exploration/stat checks. The last dlc had a very stand out version of that where you performed in a circus that I thought was pretty cool

The worst part is they clearly setup some choices that never pay off. You can infiltrate a cult. While doing this you can learn that they're all pretty justified in wanting to kill -and I can not stress this enough- ***a nearly literal nazi zombie***. They're very humanized, they have some silly quirks, you can commiserate with them... but you have to kill them all at the end anyway. This game forces you to kill a Communist Zombie Lesbian for the benefit of a borderline Nazi Zombie

Also if you die because this game has terrible fall damage detection, your cultist disguise breaks and can't be recovered. I actually server hopped a couple times and managed to pick it up again, but reentering the interior deleted it.

It's not like I didn't have tons of other mothman outfits anyways, but none of those worked.

After the german speaking mad scientist ghoul who intentionally subjects innocent people to horrific experiences/super weapons forces you to -and again, not joking- RETAKE THE RHINELAND(station) it turns out he was evil the whole time. *gasp* and you beat him up. Fun fact, if you knock him out and then get zapped by a random bolt of lightning, he heals to full and you have to redo the(very easy) fight

All in all, it's pretty good by 76 standards but don't expect anything other than linear kill 'em ups.

Oh and despite being a 6 year old arpg in active development, dialogue doesn't work consistently, combat doesn't work consistently, and the fucking floor doesn't work consistently

They also made seasons even worse than last seasons which was the worst ons yet. Of course, I'd argue thet like 12/17 were also the "worst ones yet" of their own release

[daekie-gw2]

i was putting this in the tags but it got so long that it was basically an entire post anyway so. okay. listen to me. hear me out:

I know Champions was bad. I know Champions was really, really, agonizingly bad, and because they dripfed it to us over months you never got used to it because UGH. GOD. NEW SUPPLY MISSION. every 3 weeks or whatever and it just was not fun. You were always being freshly reminded of how bad Champions was. The character writing is bad (No asura except Taimi has basically anything to say about Primordus, and she's portrayed as basically just being ridiculously hysterical about it?? They've been smoothing her down over time but it was real bad here.), DRMs were fucking miserable, I think DRM CMs are still bugged, and Dragonstorm is Okay but there's only so many times you can watch Jormag puke in their brother's mouth and hear CHAMPION!! HELP ME!! THIS POWER!! IT'S TOO WILD!! before you're just going BenAffleckWithACigarette.png about the whole shebang. IN THE MEANTIME, FIRE ALAR[sniper rifle shot rings out. i crumple bonelessly to the ground]

Here is the thing. Here is the horrible truth I realized when I did Seasons of the Dragons:

The rest of Icebrood Saga was good. (Cut for length. I, uh, I kinda went on about this & about why I think SotO is so bad. Sorry. I have strong thoughts and feelings. When I said 'length', by the way, I meant it,)

Grothmar is a fuckin killer start to the story. It's fun!! It's a great looking map and it has a good story chapter and the Metal Legion part of the meta kicks ass. This release also introduced Strike Missions, aaand admittedly the first one was Shiverpeaks Pass, which is barely a Strike (it's barely anything, you can get gold time on it with eight healers and nothing else), but yknow what? Strikes are good, I stand by that.

After Grothmar we move onto Bjora Marches, which I will freely admit kind of sucks to play. Masteries are bad. The events are repetitive. Storms of Winter also sucks to play if people on the map are incompetent. Light puzzles hate you personally. But even with all of that taken into account, East Bjora is still my favorite map in the game from an atmospheric & story level. The Pact soldiers who wander out into the cold and never come back? The ones who just mutter to themselves near the horrifyingly mauled bodies of their friends? Jormag actively gaslighting everyone involved in the whole situation? The fact it's the only map in the game where events being the exact same every time is actively called out because you are canonically trapped in a loop and you keep forgetting?? Bright Shore's entire little sidequest? The boneskinner jumpscares where you go THAT'S AN NPC I CAN INTERACT WITH TO START AN EVENT -- Check your minimap. There's no emblem there. No it's not :) The scare chords when it just shows up to look at you spookily!! The fraenir cutscene where Jormag talks through his broken body!! I'm not going to say that west Bjora is like, good either, but it's still Fine. These releases also brought us the other 2/3rds of the EZ3 IBS Strikes, Boneskinner (man. how was this in the same release as those two.), and Whisper of Jormag.

I actually don't really have a lot to say about Visions of the Past: Steel and Fire, it's very much a weird stopgap HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW WE BROUGHT BACK LWS1 FIGHTS AS INSTANCES GO CHECK THEM OUT thing, but my toxic trait is that I am deeply endeared by Forging Steel. Everyone in that warband is so fucking weird and it's fundamentally charming. Ranoah has like two braincells to rub together but she's having a GREAT time. (This release also brought the legendary ring Conflux and the legendary amulet Transcendence to the game!) Oh, yeah, and this was also the episode that had Eye of the North release as a hub, that was good, can't forget that.

AAAND THEN WE GET TO DRIZZLEWOOD. Drizzlewood Coast my fucking beloved I could play this thing for loops on end. I really, really like the gameplay of South Drizzlewood, it's all the stuff I like about WvW. This gave us Waystations! We like waystations. They're good. The 'unlocking missions via documents' is clearly padding but honestly it's fun padding so who give a shit, not me. South Drizzlewood released without voice acting because it was mid-first surge of COVID and it was still incredible. All the Charr ambient dialogue is wonderful! I'm haunted by the fact Ryland is canonically really sexy by Charr standards. "Look around! You're killing your own! You don't want this, I know you don't!" vs Vishen at Wolf's Crossing made me so insane I wrote a fic about it and even now I want to gnaw it like a dog with a chewtoy, as someone with an older Charrmander it fuckin hits. AND THE FACT A BUNCH OF THE CACHE KEEPERS ARE FROM CHARR PERSONAL STORY. ARWARAWRAWRA. Also Cold War was in here but that strike is so fundamentally Whatever honestly. I like it but did you know ONE BY ONE, I'LL RAZE YOUR RANKS (why didn't they give her more generic voice lines.)

North Drizzlewood's story is Fine. Gameplay is a downgrade but still honestly pretty fun, I like the Claw coming back for a last hurrah. This is where they really had to start figuring out 'oh fuck how do we 1. introduce Primordus as active in this plot, 2. kill Primordus, and 3. start working towards the Cantha expansion narratively by the end of next episode' and you can kind of tell: Memories of Otter are Not Good and this also brought Charged Stormcaller weapons which are Not Good.

And Then We Had Champions.

And Champions sucked so bad and was so frustratingly bad that it retroactively made everyone remember the entirety of Icebrood Saga as REALLY TERRIBLE. Which it was not! I'm sorry! It was solid! But we got like three story steps every two months, a few boring-as-hell Dragon Response Missions, the dragonslayer weapons [hissing in disgust] -- the writing was not good (Canach what did they fucking do to you. They flanderized that man. Where is John DiMaggio.) and the entire gameplay loop was just 'farm DRMs. That's it. That's all your new content. They're not even new maps.' At least these added a bunch of basically-free Mastery Points but... cmon, man. (I think Champions also added the Central Tyria exploration mastery points? That was good.)

And then... SotO. Which had so much potential and has completely failed to meet any of it.

tl;dr here are my Takes on SotO because it got so much longer than it should have been, so if you don't want to read a really sloppy essay (some of these I don't even go into in said "essay" for length reasons):

I'm almost completely sure that the writers do not have any sort of world or lore bible, aren't even bothering to check the wiki, and it shows.

Zojja got character assassinated (as did the asura in general) & her narrative role would be much better filled by Caithe or even potentially Logan. There's nothing about her here that means she specifically needs to be Zojja, & in fact there are several points where her being Zojja is detrimental. She's probably 1. here because they wanted a familiar face for players going coregame > SotO for Skyscale and 2. amnesiac because that way she can't reference past expansions, but she really doesn't need to be here.

The Astral Ward are written in a kind of creepy way, which the narrative had some interest with engaging in at release and then decided Nope They're Good Guys And Joining Them Is Good And Has No Downsides.

All the postlaunch content drops feel like they went directly from draft > game with no revisions done in between. There's a lot of roughness that could be a lot smoother if they'd gone through actual drafting.

Why are the Kryptis monsters? They're written completely like normal people. You could have just made them humanoids in Oneiros armor and said 'the ones attacking Tyria have specifically chosen to look that way' but no. Almost complete lack of unique models & even humanoid models, Peitha is pulling a Fantasy Race Sexy Woman (I love her but like. C'mon.)

Why are we Peitha's bff?? Why don't we have a single ounce of doubt in her?? Why is her cause being portrayed as completely good and cool and heroic?? You're better than this, GW2.

The Commander is not a player insert or a mute protagonist. Up until now the GW2 story has given them consistent characterization and writing -- they have a lot to say about things! In SotO, especially postlaunch, they're halfway to being a mute protagonist and they're really, really passive. They're just acting on whatever the Good Heroic NPC tells them to do.

Half the material we're being fed narratively has no actual basis in the map itself or anywhere else. It feels awkward and clunky.

Even mechanically it struggles. Difficulty in SotO isn't based on mechanics or timing, it's just giving monsters more HP and making them do more damage.

As opposed to prior 'bad writing' GW2 content where there was at least enough to work with, if you want to make a coherent story out of this for your Commander you really have to rewrite half the expansion.

Where's the Commander's gaggle of twentysomething-fortysomething disaffected adults!! They need those!!

Skyscale/Griffon flying buffs were good, though, I love the updraft usage & Skyscale being siege now is nice.

I want SotO to be good so, so bad, and I'm deeply frustrated that it isn't. It doesn't feel like GW2 narratively after the core release, and I'm saying this as someone who adores Skywatch and spent hours exploring it launch week and who was really optimistic after finishing the launch content. It just feels bad.

FIRST OFF. Zojja. The current writers' room ever since EoD has fucking hated asura and cannot stop dunking on how backwards they are compared to Cantha technologically (THEY HAVE SATELLITES!! THEY'VE HAD SATELLITES!!). They've also done character assassination on Gorrik and Taimi (Gorrik moreso. That man was Inquest. He got arrested for bioterrorism and he'd do it again. He incubated a beetle under his skin!) and they've, uh -- I wrote an entire section on this and deleted it because it's not SotO relevant but trust me I have Strong Feelings on this front.

Asura society is a meritocracy. They might be a little ableist but Zojja would absolutely not be a pariah post-HoT, everyone'd be banging on her door. Which would be one thing if her journals portrayed it like that and that she was 100% isolating herself, but that's... not really what's in there! There's also the implication that the Commander and none of her friends really bothered checking up on her at all after a bit, which. That sucks. That really really sucks. Especially for Taimi, because Taimi would not have coped well with Zojja disappearing after HoT, that's her parental-slash-mentor figure.

Her character writing in SotO, especially after becoming a Wizard, is... I dunno who that is, man. That's not Zojja. Even if you were an Asura commander, she was not your bestie, she was a bitch! And I loved her for that but the point remains! If you weren't an Asura commander you really did not hang out with her basically ever. Why are you her missing BFF now? They could've excused this if it was written well enough, you can really excuse anything, but It's Not. Her also willingly going through wizardification is rough. You telling me she didn't think about Snaff at all? Again: who is this Asura? Because based on everything we know about Zojja's personality and feelings and behavior, this ain't her. And then they basically just wrote all the wizards out of the story when we went to Nayos anyway so like... why was she here?? Prerelease promotional content was like SHE'S GONE THROUGH SO MUCH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT OFFSCREEN AND SHE'S SO INTEGRAL TO YOUR STORY HERE. Is she. Did she. What expansion were you playing, it was not the one that came out. (My reigning theory is that they didn't bother actually reading up on her personality/history beyond a two-sentence briefing, because giving her amnesia means that for any players who go basegame>SotO she's 1. a familiar face, since Destiny's Edge is your basegame companion party and 2. can't reference your past adventures, because she's forgotten.) Do we go 'hey, Zojja, I think erasing all your memories both good and bad to become a wizard is probably kind of a rash decision'? No we go 'Zojja I'll support you whatever option you take :)' and treat her doing this like an unambiguously good thing.

You know who would've made for a deeply compelling wizard in that character slot? Caithe. Caithe is isolated from the Sylvari and from just about everyone. She hangs out with the Crystal Bloom, but with Aurene going into hibernation for who knows how long... her job's done. Her daughter's asleep and may not wake up within Caithe's lifetime. The world doesn't need her anymore. She's already established to be prone to making rash decisions that make her look really, really bad to us because we don't get to hear the context -- having her just ghost everyone and become a wizard would work. And if she ascends? She'll still be alive when Aurene wakes up. She's basically been completely irrelevant since LWS4 even with her occasional cameos, the Commander's doing 95% of the 'Champion of Aurene' work. She and Rytlock are the GW2 characters. Logan could also work! Logan went through the same shit as Zojja in HoT and he struggles with his identity and his dedication to the Queen! He's a Guardian, he already uses magic! Logan Thackeray who, apparently.

Smarter people than me have written on the Astral Ward but they're... deeply kind of culty and the game is just not interested in examining this at all after the base content drop. The Astral Ward is Good. Isgarren might be a jerk sometimes but even he is Good. They're The Good Guys. When you join the Ward you can't go home again, except you literally can, we see a bunch of existing NPCs who are apparently leading double lives. They put real people into the fractals as test subjects! There's some interesting writing on that in Skywatch! But after the base drop that's just. Gone.

Mabon dies unceremoniously without even a cutscene after you've known the guy for like three hours. I don't have anything else to say on that but man. He deserved better. I'd say something about his husband friend Lyhr but Lyhr basically just disappears after the first two maps so WHO KNOWS. (Literally what is Lyhr's deal, I don't think they even actually really go into it, he can just. Do that? Split into two? The game feels like it expects you to understand What He's Doing and that it's a Thing He Can Do. Is it??? What is he doing. It's deeply fascinating! Please tell me! I genuinely want to know!)

And then we hit all the post-first release story/content drops, and this is where things get substantially worse, because up to this point SotO has had promise. There's space for it to tell a really fascinating story. It's struggling with character writing & trying to nostalgiabait & feels a little mechanically rushed (I wish the Kryptis had different animations from the rigs they reuse :( ) but, like, it's got potential.

And Then It Doesn't. Suddenly, immediately, we are Fully On Board With Peitha, who's been a voice in our head who told us not to tell people about her. She's our bestie, we would trust her to the end of the world, she is Definitely Good. We go to Nayos! Nayos looks great! The environment artists did so good I'm so proud of them!! And after all the info we've gotten about how kryptis are monstrous and inhuman and how we have been killing them en masse like dogs we go there and it's -- you could swap out all these NPC models with normal humanoids and nothing would change. There's no point to them being weird monsters. It's frustrating!! They're inhuman mist beings who eat emotions!! Oh, right, the writers forgot the 'eat emotions' part already. A couple of Kryptis NPCs talk about how you're so weird and freaky looking but it's kind of played as a joke.)

Ignaxious doesn't even have a unique model. We get introduced to a couple of also no unique model Kryptis, some of who are then sacrificed onscreen and we're... supposed to feel sorry for them? We don't know these people. It's nothing. This is all so fundamentally nothing. Eparch's wife (I literally had to wiki her name. Labris.) has a unique model! Sure, she's wearing mostly Oneiros armor, but it's something! And she shows up for two and a half instances and kills herself and it's supposed to be a Big Dramatic Moment and it's just Nothing.

They could've made Nayos 1 a Drizzlewood type thing, where you're taking back Kryptis settlements from Eparch's enforcers and slowly winning the trust of the people and made it implied to take weeks. They didn't. It's sooooo nothing. It's just nothing.

(Also this frankly is not even a really SotO-specific crime, but what are they DOING with fractal lore. Cmon. You could at least do more with Fractals and the Mists! WvW is canon!! It's the Mist War!! Where is Arkk I know he's fucking out there -- what am I saying, nobody on the writing team RN knows who he is.)

And like I've said this a lot but I emphasize: I want SotO to be good. I was deeply optimistic after it initially released and I played through the first ten chapters and I was still deeply optimistic, and that optimism has just... been shattered. I don't think the devs are getting nearly enough time as they need to make the releases even passable, and I think there's probably been so much turnover in the writing team that nobody in it really plays the game, or at least it feels like that. I think they need time to find their footing, because the base SotO writing is. Fine. Not great but workable. But besides that, everything since Gyala 2 has been deeply rough.

I see a SotO story drop update and I don't run to my game and update it and get excited, I just feel like the game's going COMMANDER, IT'S CONTENT DROP TIME, TIME FOR YOUR DICK FLATTENING and I'm just standing there going yes honey :( in a dead voice. Prev said it doesn't feel like ANet is even trying anymore and... yeah! It doesn't! This is slop! They're not even trying to dress it up as fancy slop it's just Slop.

GW2! Love that game! Wish it was good

Alright, I’ve personally been wondering what other people’s opinions on this would be, so

*I know IBS isn’t a true expansion but it’s got its own mastery line so I’m counting it

[reddpenn]

This man was born with the soul of a wet paper bag and sometimes he just needs some reassurance!

[jungkxook]

—out of the blue. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: youtuber/gamer!jungkook + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 5,204

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

⟶ warnings: established relationship, some attempt at humour, .2 seconds of sort of sub jungkook (you just like seeing him on his knees), you call jungkook a good boy, shower sex, hair pulling, oral sex, face riding, standing sex, breast play, cum eating, doggy style, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: because blue haired jungkook has me feeling all sorts of things. also dedicating this to the lovely ryen @kithtaehyung​ because blue haired jungkook is getting her too and i hope this helps!! and thank you to the wonderful @gamerkooks​ and @stanrandomthings​ for always giving me inspiration for gamer jungkook <3

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook has less than a second to react when he hears you bursting through the door of his bedroom, a guilty expression plastered on his face as if you’ve caught him in the midst of a much worse act than what he’s already currently doing ━ but the flustered scowl deepening your countenance is enough for him to certainly feel that way, because how else is he supposed to casually explain why he’s currently sitting shirtless in front of a camera?

Admittedly, the sight is odd enough, and there’s a split moment where your incredulous look is enough to make him feel as if he’s wronged you, and your six month long relationship with him, entirely before he remembers that he didn’t actually do anything wrong like cheat on you, but is actually just trying to dye his hair.

He’s sat in his gaming chair, camera and lights set up around him, and the monitor of his desktop all recording his face to the hundreds of thousands of viewers currently watching his livestream. He had told you well in advance about his aim to do a twenty-four hour live broadcast for his subscribers to both raise money for a donation and to countdown to his next subscriber milestone with the help of his friends ━ and had even asked you to help him plan the event, discussing it animatedly with you for the past month on various occasions ━ but mainly just because Jungkook is crazy enough to sit through a twenty-four hour stream and call it fun.

You had known most of how the entirety of the day would go. Starting from noon the previous day to now, almost an hour before the stream ends, thus far he’s done various gameplays from Minecraft to Overwatch to Among Us simultaneously with his friends who had offered to marathon with him the twenty-four hour event; had a period of time in which Jimin and Taehyung were over and cramped in his room to answer questions and talk to viewers but mostly just to create absolute chaos. You had been there for most of it, though you’re still trying to figure out if it’s a blessing or a curse that you were suckered into paying rent for your three bedroom apartment by Taehyung more than a year ago, and subsequently falling madly in love with Jungkook and forcing you to aid in his antics. You’ve been in a handful of his videos before, appearing in Twitch and YouTube streams, and in the background of vlogs in his channel and the channels belonging to the other boys; and, on that day for Jungkook’s twenty-four hour event, you had joined him at the start before being dragged away for work and then tried to pull an all-nighter with him until you crashed on the couch in the living room, and checking in on him occasionally to give him food and water and to just generally make sure your boyfriend isn’t dead.

Now, with the remaining final hour dwindling down, you had been in your room trying to finish last minute essay writing for school, with your phone propped up on your desk and Jungkook’s livestream playing as background noise to your studying. One minute, he had been playing a round of Among Us, and the next, when you had glanced up, he had the bottle in hand and the detrimental blue dye coating his hair in slick globs. It wouldn’t have been so shocking, had you not seen Jungkook an hour ago when he had his natural dark hair still, and now he had somehow managed to sneak in bleaching his hair in the time you had left him. Maybe it was your fault for not catching it sooner, if only because you had sheepishly taken a small nap amidst your studying only to wake up to a nightmare.

Which is where that leaves you currently, dishevelled demeanour standing at the threshold of his door after chasing over to his room, watching as Taehyung helps Jungkook sufficiently ruin his beautiful hair which you love so much.

“Uh… Dyeing my hair?” Jungkook finally answers, dumbfounded. He’s fortunate he had pulled off his shirt to avoid getting hair dye on it, an old towel now draped around his shoulders to catch any excess mess. He adds brightly, “We asked for suggestions on how to end the stream and someone said I should dye my hair, so Tae got the stuff.”

“You bleached your own hair?” You retort, exasperated. “When the hell did all this happen? I’ve been next door to you the whole time! What if your hair falls out? You should’ve gotten a professional to do it, not Tae━”

Taehyung looks inexplicably offended by your slandering remarks on his (lack of) hair styling skills, retorting with, “Yo, what the━?”

Jungkook blinks, as if just being made aware of what he’s actually doing.

“My hair’s gonna fall out?” he gaps. “Guys, what the hell? Why’d no one tell me?”

He looks from you to Taehyung then over at the comments on his livestream which are currently flooding with the sole topic of you. His eyes snag the first few that appear to him in the frenzied influx of words:

uh oh jungkook’s sleeping on the floor tonight

oh shit run bro

f in the chat for jk’s hair

get him y/n!!!!

“Dude, she’s just being dramatic,” Taehyung waves you off. He ducks out of the way when you reach out to Jungkook’s bed for a pillow and chuck it at the older boy’s head.

“And when he’s bald, then what━”

“No!” A helpless Jungkook exclaims suddenly. He gestures wildly to the stream, “Don’t give them ideas. The edits are gonna start pouring in.”

“Jeon, look, it’s too late to go back now,” Taehyung says. “You’ve got half your head covered in dye and three minutes to go with the stream. How bad can it be?”

A groveling sigh eclipses your lips as you push yourself forward. “Then at least let me help before you ruin it completely.”

Jungkook’s fortunate, to say the least, though he’s left wondering if you’re truly upset with him.

He finishes the countdown to the end of his twenty-four hour stream with you and Taehyung putting the last remaining globs of dye on his hair, a heartfelt goodbye to his viewers who marathoned the stream with him, and a promise to update them on the status of his hair when he washes the dye out.

And, just as soon as he’s shut his camera off, the mundane world returns to him.

It’s no longer millions of anonymous and faceless viewers watching him from the other side of their screens in the tiny bubble that is his room, but just you and Taehyung and the older boy’s frisky little Pomeranian dog and the threat of a wallowing regret as Jungkook thinks to himself, what the hell did he truly just do to his hair?

At some point, Taehyung retreats to his girlfriend’s house taking Yeontan with him, leaving you alone with Jungkook and he basks in the sudden cozy quiet after twenty-four hours of madness as the adrenaline rush begins to fade and mellow out. Back aching, joints cracking and popping as he stretches and moves, and eyes burning in the similar way they do from having stared at a screen for too long, but tenfold, he craves nothing more than to find your sweet and comforting touch to end such a long day.

He finds you in the living room already scrolling through your phone and your Twitter feed to read and marvel at all the comments and memes made by his viewers during his stream and his heart threatens to burst through his chest because you’ve always been so supportive of him and his fans, and they’ve always adored you and your endless interactions with them. So, surely, you can’t be mad at him for bleaching and dyeing his hair. Right?

As his arms come to wrap around you from behind, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, he hears you bemoan, “You look like a Smurf came on your head.”

Wrong.

Well, not entirely, he guesses. You do lean into his chest, practically melting against him. A sluggish grin tugs at his lips and, instead, he chooses to ask, “Shower with me?”

“Aren’t you tired, Koo?”

“Baby,” he deadpans, and your heart flutters just a little bit, “by this point, I’m running solely on Red Bull and coffee that I’m positive I could fight the gods with my bare hands and win. In fact, I’ve had so much caffeine that I’m fairly certain I’ve ascended to the astral plane. Besides, I need to wash this dye out, and I could use some help. Sleep can wait.”

“Help,” You snort. “You’re such a liar. I already know what you want.”

“To spend time with my beautiful girlfriend? You’re right.”

“I’m not sucking your dick.”

He pulls his head back to look at you. Though he tries to look offended, there’s the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Wasn’t gonna ask you!”

You turn to properly face him in his arms and shoot him a dubious glance. He leans down to press a chilling kiss to your jaw, then nudges his nose against you in the same spot so that you’ll move your head. You do so, despite your prior scolding, and let him kiss the underside of your jaw down to your neck.

“Okay, fine,” You huff finally.

You relent, miraculously, but Jungkook had already guessed you would the moment he had found you in the living room and he couldn’t be happier.

He cherishes the moments alone with you, has come to know them well as he falls into a comfortable routine with you away from prying eyes over the last few months. Because sometimes, as he comes to learn, it’s hard to establish a relationship when his job requires him to be in the spotlight often. What is authentic and what is simply fabricated for views is difficult to discern, and yet you’re patient with him. Not everything to him is money and views and numbers, or what his next big plan is, or how you could potentially help him in some way (despite knowing that any video featuring you seems to skyrocket his views and land his videos on the trending page of YouTube more often than not because he knows everyone loves you more than him). You know when he’s his online persona and when he’s simply just Jungkook, and while there’s hardly any difference between the two, his online personality surely has to maintain a level of privacy and happiness that may not always be true.

At least with you, he can just be himself. He can finally be at ease.

Showering together is just one of the many acts of normalcy he cherishes with you. So, he turns on the shower and lets the bathroom get all warm and balmy as you undress. He’s the first one inside, hissing in delight as he lets the water run over his sore muscles, washing out the dye in his hair firstly so as not to get it on you and fortunately not making too much of a mess of blue dye in the tub. You’ve joined him in an instant when he’s nearly done, squeezing into the space in front of him as you shut the glass door behind you, the pane already beginning to fog and slick with droplets of condensation. He pulls you into him once more, nestling his chin on your shoulder as his hands come to wrap around you. They slide across your front, all wet and soapy, briefly gliding across your breasts, palms brushing against your nipples before traveling down to your navel.

“Congrats, baby,” You coo gently. “Twenty-four hours.”

He murmurs into your hair, “Missed you loads though.”

You turn to look at him finally, and it’s hard not to stare. Your eyes land firstly on his abdomen and the toned muscles there, trailing up to his arm and the pretty tattoos that decorate every inch of his skin, to his soft pink lips and his big eyes. Then, there’s the matter of his hair. The water has done most of the work in washing out the dye from his hair, now falling across his forehead and into his eyes and cheekbones, and it’s only then that you fully register the dye has worked as you struggle to find any remnants of his once-ebony-then-blonde locks. The blue hair is an obvious stark contrast to his natural hair and, you think, it is pretty, accentuating his radiant skin and making his eyes pop.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious all those times you said you wanted to change your hair.” Your lips are pursed as you survey him now, your fingers twirling a strand of his tresses around and around as you inspect it.

He smiles, catching your hand and pressing a quick peck to your knuckles. “Neither did I,” he admits sheepishly. “It sort of just happened.”

You pout. “I’m gonna miss your natural hair.”

“Do you really hate it blue?”

“I don’t hate it. Was more scared you’d ruin your pretty hair and make it all fall out.”

At this, Jungkook flashes you a cheeky smile. He holds his head a little higher. “So you still think my hair is pretty?”

“I think you’re a dork,” You clarify. “And, aside from the fact you almost gave me a heart attack, I’d say the blue is so pretty. Beyond pretty. Kinda hot, if I’m being honest.”

Because you’re not really mad, but it’s fun just to tease Jungkook and see his reactions. At the very least, he can sense this, as it’s apparent with the way his smile stretches even wider on his face.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mhm. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He feigns a look of mock hurt. “Oh no. You must be really mad. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“Well, what do you want from me?”

You take a moment to think it over, but the answer is already obvious enough. It’s one that even he knows, and one that has won you over the moment Jungkook was freed from his stream. You hum aloud, “You, on your knees, head between my legs, like a good boy. Think I can get a better viewpoint of your hair from down there anyway before I judge it.”

“Like a good boy?” A dark smirk tugs at his face. “So now who’s the needy one?”

He lowers his head so that he’s leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your collarbones. As you let yourself get carried away for a moment, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him backwards until you’re pressed up against the glass door. He ducks even lower, kissing just above your left breast and then catching your nipple between his teeth. You swallow thickly, rubbing your thighs together, reminding yourself to respond to him.

“It’s not my fault when you were busy for the past day,” You pout. “And the blue hair really is sexy.”

“Aha!” he straightens up in front of you suddenly, a crooked smug smile on his face. “So I’m not just hot. I’m sexy.”

“You’re literally always sexy. And beautiful too. It’s almost unfair.”

“That’s even better.”

You tug your fingers at his damp locks. When you speak, your voice is a mix between urgency and a whine. “Jungkook. I could’ve already gotten off with my hand at this point.”

“Ouch, feisty!” He pokes his fingers at your sides. Then, nipping a little more firmly on the soft skin of your breast, murmurs huskily, “Alright, alright. But only if you call me a good boy again.”

Part of him is taunting you, but there’s a small sliver of intrigue that makes the thought in his head and the pretty words on your tongue excite him to no end.

Still, you choose to entertain him, maybe a little drowsily and entirely consumed by him, “I will if you let me ride your face.”

A rumble of a chuckle resonates from him. You find him on his knees in the next moment, wedging himself between your thighs. He nudges one of your legs and you follow the wordless command, hitching one thigh over his shoulder as you settle back against the glass door of the shower. He kisses at your hips as he dips his head lower and lower to where you want him, before swiping his tongue at your cunt, tasting all of you at once.

“Mmm, Koo━” A soft whimper sounds from you, making his head swim.

He wastes no time in lapping at your folds, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his neck. The wetness that pools between your legs and on the tip of his tongue is a sticky mess that he basks in just a little longer.

“Fuck,” he groans into your pussy, “you taste so fucking good. Missed this so much.”

His hands are big as they come to hold you close, cradling your ass, your thighs, your hips, anything to pull you into him while simultaneously pushing your thighs further apart.

You manage to find your voice and quip weakly, “Missed me or having your head between my legs?”

“You, definitely,” he murmurs. He busies himself by reaching out with his thumb to press circles against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips rutting into his face. “All of you.”

“Jungkook━ Fuck━”

He burrows further into you, humming in response. His nose brushes against your clit, the muscle of his tongue a pleasant wet that makes you warm all over. You give another experimental swivel of your hips, grinding against his tongue just right. He pinches at your hips as if to probe you onward, and then you do it again, and again, desperately rocking your hips back and forth against him. Your fingers reach out to grab a fistful of his hair, clutching it so tightly he hisses. But you’re right. The blue locks look dazzling between your legs, being pulled by your hands as you push him further into you.

His eyes meet yours from below your waist, hooded and idle, enjoying the view as you squirm and writhe above him, shamelessly riding his face. Grinding against his chin, nose, and tongue, the slick wetness you leave behind glistens on his skin.

“Ah, Koo━” You cry out. “Fuck, I’m gonna━!”

Your orgasm hits you violently, sending you keeling. Your hips continue with reckless abandon, and Jungkook presses his finger against your clit a little harder, a little faster. The abrupt gushing warmth between your thighs sends your mind spinning, as the steam from the shower and your panting breaths begin to fog the bathroom. When your hips begin to slow, Jungkook laps at the rest of your leaking core before pulling away with a grin brandishing his shimmering face. He lets you pull him up eagerly, clumsy hands fumbling to hold either side of his face as you tug at him.

“God, you’re so hot, babe,” he sighs wistfully, smothering your lips with his for an all too chaste kiss, before leaning in once more to nibble at your lower lip.

“Wanna feel you, Koo,” You prompt urgently. “Want you in me.”

Jungkook hastens to comply, his hands falling to your waist. “Go on, then. Turn around for me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You spin so that you’re facing the glass sliding door, your back to him. You watch him over your shoulder, momentarily admiring his well built stature, the tattoos that ink his body, and the water that shimmers on his skin. He has to push his wet hair up and away when it falls across his forehead and then he reaches down to grasp at his length, grip tight around his shaft so that he can pump himself sluggishly a few short times. It’s almost painful to watch him jerk himself off in front of you, the tip a burning red and glistening. He catches you staring and decides to catch you off guard when he grabs a hold of your hips with one hand. He yanks you towards him, your ass pressed firmly against his hips, making you jump from the startle, and grins when you look back at him.

Then, ever so slowly, he runs the length of his cock along your folds. Before you can brace yourself for the overwhelming rush of pleasure, he’s sliding his cock past your folds, burrowing into you deep. He curses behind you, his other hand flying out to steady himself by digging into your hip.

“Fffuck. Shit.” He dips his head so that his cheek is resting against your shoulder and sputters for air. “Jesus, fuck━ Been dying to feel you all day.”

He fits so snugly in you, so perfectly, just like always and you take him so well, coaxed by your own arousal. He ruts his hips forward into yours and you nearly fall forward before catching yourself by pressing your palms to the glass. Then, he’s grinding against you, small and precise thrusts that roll into your hips.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” you choke out. “You feel so━ So good.”

“Ah, shit,” he hisses. “Wanna wreck you so bad.”

He angles his chest a little more, pummels his dick into you in such a way that he’s hitting a different spot in you. His eyes stay fixated on the soft, round flesh of your ass and the way his cock slips so easily into you, brows screwed in concentration, jaw clenched. The slight bounce of your ass each time he rolls his hips firmly against you, the way you ricochet forward each time in tandem with his moves. You bow your head, pressing your temple against the glass door now tinted with condensation, only marked up by the imprints of your fingers grasping at anything. It’s almost sweltering hot in the shower now but you both pay no mind to it. He fucks into you with such languid, steady strides, cock beginning to throb and twitch in anticipation. You feel so wet, such a pitiless mess between your thighs already that it makes him growl.

“H-Harder,” You mewl. “Oh, Koo━”

He almost slips behind you in his eagerness to obey, awakening something animalistic in him, a yearning to just release all the tension in his core. This time, he adapts a measured pace, forceful thrusts that have you crying out in delight each time. One hand reaches up to grip at your shoulder to steady himself while his other slithers around your front to grasp at your breasts, all wet and supple, pinching at your nipples.

“So good,” he moans, pressing sloppy kisses just below your ear. His breath is hot as he pants behind you, sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck━”

His voice is cut off by a whine, hips bucking forward in an unsolicited manner as he feels his high drawing near. You lean your head onto his shoulder, stretching your arm out so that you can tug desperately at his hair. It’s a silent, simple command, but it’s one that he immediately understands even without you speaking.

“Wanna feel you━” You whimper. “Wanna see you.”

Jungkook nearly slips as he fumbles to pull out of you, hissing at the loss of warmth and friction. As soon as you’ve turned to face him, he wastes no time in closing the distance between you. He pushes his leaking cock past your folds once more and continues at the same pace as if he had never even stopped to begin with.

“Fuck,” he whines. “Not gonna last━”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to you, as he presses you against the glass. He hitches one of your thighs around his waist, spreading your legs just wide enough to hit a certain spot that has both of you crying out. You’re clinging so tightly to him, fingers digging harshly into his skin in an attempt to alleviate the building pressure you feel. He knows you’ve almost reached your end when you resort to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing beneath his broad stature.

“Close, baby?” he hums.

You open your mouth to respond but can only muster a whimper. His pace treads over to heedlessly frantic, the sound of skin against skin and the lewd wetness filling the shower. Despite his hips pounding into yours so harshly, his fingers flutter so delicately under your chin, grasping it and moving your head just enough so that you’re facing him.

“Lemme see you,” he grunts. “Wanna watch you when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.”

“I━ I’m━ Fuck, Koo━”

But you can’t finish your thought.

You keep your gaze fixated on Jungkook’s, however exhausted and weary it may be. Your lashes flutter, brows knit together, and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, biting so hard Jungkook’s certain you’ll bruise it. Another few hard thrusts and then you’re reaching your high, overcome by such an intense burning that you can’t help but look away out of instinct. You cry his name, face contorting in pure pleasure, and chest arching to meet his. You’re clenching so tightly around him has him sputtering for air, nearly collapsing entirely against you. You’re near dripping around his cock which only means he almost slips from you with each draw of his hips that he makes. It’s why he sloppily rocks his hips into yours, desperate to reach his own high as well.

When you return to your senses, blinking away your blurry vision, you can make out Jungkook cooing into your ear, “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

You meet his gaze once more, only this time you’re perhaps even more tired. Hooded eyes watch him, silently probing him to his climax. He comes tumbling towards it, a few more short thrusts of his hips and, finally, he’s there. He slams his hips up into yours one final time, crying out, and then he’s releasing into you in an overwhelming abrupt gush. Only he can’t quite enjoy it because, out of genuine accident and driven by impatience to just get off, the last jerk of his hips hits you a little too hard.

It’s what causes you to slip backward and he, so lost in his own reverie, hardly has a proper grip on you or where he’s standing. When you lose your footing beneath you, slipping on the wet porcelain of the tub, and comes crashing down, he’s brought along with you. “Oh, fuck━!”

The both of you yelp from the surprise, your hands flailing out to brace yourself for the fall.

Fortunately, you land on him when you reach the bottom of the tub, courtesy of him grabbing onto you last second so that he can soften the blow upon impact.

Unfortunately, the breath is knocked out of him from the startle and from the sudden added weight of you on top of him with no warning.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans.

“In hindsight,” You wince as you shift your weight above him, “maybe having sex in the shower again wasn’t the greatest idea. Remember last time when we knocked the shower curtain down and I had to get stitches on my elbow? It’s why we got the glass door installed, and then we had to lie to Tae about it.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He tilts his head back, rubbing a hand over his face. Then, he flashes you an all too charming smirk. “Was kinda worth it though.”

You giggle, sounding so sweet and angelic, even despite the way his cum still leaks from you. Somewhere in the fall, his dick had slipped from you and now lays softening on his stomach which, really, is probably the worst part of the accident to him. He already misses the warmth of you wrapped around him, your mingling cum a dirty mess around him. You prop yourself up on his chest with your palms, but before you can even think to respond, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

A small mass of fur in the shape of little Yeontan has just poked his head through the crack in the door, oblivious to you and Jungkook’s compromising position. And then, shortly following behind him, is his equally oblivious owner who must have forgotten something in the apartment to bring him back so suddenly.

“Tannie, get back here━ We gotta go━ Oh, Jesus, what the fuck?” Taehyung appears at the door for a millisecond before noticing the situation he’s just stumbled upon. Thankfully, he acts fast, and clamps a hand over his tainted eyes, clumsily scooping up Yeontan in his other hand. “Can you guys please stop fucking all over this damn apartment? My son’s eyes are too pure for this!”

And then he’s retreating, but not before bumping blindly into the doorframe, grumbling along the way. It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook gawk at one another; then you hear Taehyung leave the apartment once more, and the both of you dissolve into a fit of unabashed laughter.

“Are you okay?” You ask once you’ve calmed down enough as he reaches out to shut the shower off. You plant a kiss in your boyfriend’s hair. “You hit your head coming down.”

Jungkook’s heart swells at your gentle touches and smiles. “I’m fine,” he promises brightly. “You?”

“Well, you did just thoroughly fuck me, so━” You shrug innocently. “I’m kinda still too giddy to even care.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he says. “For almost giving you a heart attack with my hair and for almost putting you in the emergency room again just now.”

The mention of his hair draws your attention to it once more. It’s not as wet as before, damp azure waves falling into his eyes that you brush away gingerly.

“Yeah,” You snort, “but I’ve decided I like your hair. Like, really like it.”

“Yeah?” he grins wide. “What was the deciding factor?”

You pause, as if to think for a moment. Exhaustion riddles your body and you know sleeping curled up next to Jungkook is nearing your future, but for now you let yourself entertain the last remnants of whatever lewd thoughts are still on yours and his minds before they fizzle away completely. You can’t help yourself anyway. The blue really is nice.

“Definitely the view of you eating me out,” You say. “And can’t forget how pretty it looks when I’m pulling at your hair.”

“Say no more,” he beams. “Then I’ll make it up to you by making you cum on my tongue again and again and again.”

The last thing he hears before he grabs at your cheek to softly pull you down to him for one last kiss, slow and ardent, is a bubbly giggle from you that delights him to no end.

“That’s a good boy.”

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[quandaryqueen]

Harley Quinn, BTAS, and Young justice riddler

Alr so, These mfs are so down bad to hero!reader that almost all of their fellow villains/heroes ship them 💀 (Their advances are so fucking obvious that's why)

Even hero!reader can see it too but they're just very flustered n all with how the riddler's act to them

Their reaction to realizing that only hero!reader acts like that around them and is actually focused n serious to other villains?? Hero! reader's brain just turns into mush when the riddler's just flirt(or sum like that) to them and only them, they turn into this silent and flustered mess that they honestly have their fellow hero snap them out of it 💀

Also, reader is only (kinda) soft with their treatment to riddler (and vice-versa) unlike their fellow peers

Enchanted

Young Justice + BTAS + Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

Alright omg love this idea, it's like the staple of hero X villain media. I hope I delivered justice for this request 🥰

💚 Young Justice

Hahaaaaa, here we go again. This man cannot flirt for the life of him, but you know what he's good at? Looking good while being an absolute dweeb and since we're going off with an easily flustered by their crush-reader, this man will think that his game flirting game is strong. The aforementioned flirting game is him doing nothing but embarrass himself with half-baked bad boy pick up lines coming out of his lips.

"You are sweeter than 3.14."

So I know some of us are dumbasses and don't know wtf he's saying, so basically he just said hero Y/N that they're sweeter than pi. So if you're a dumbass like me, we're probably just staring at him with furrowed brows but at the same time, god he sounds so fucking cute when he said that. You don't know wtf he just said but damn, he just looks so pathetic and adorable.

His fellow villains just facepalms at him, but admittedly, if it works it works. Well it seems to work, you've always been so soft to him. Like, they'd compared the injuries that the other villains got from you, whilst Eddie here barely had a hair on his hair touched. They don't actively ship you, but god they are so entertained watching your interactions unfold.

Has Eddie realised that you're fucking head-over-heels for him? Well he has hope, but his insecurities got him by the neck and squeezes him ever so often. Maybe you were acting like that because you find his advances uncomfortable?? Then he fucking sees you spare no mercy for his other teammates and got their asses handed to you whilst you barely gave Riddler a bruise.

He has no idea how to confess to you and by god, he really loves this little dance of yours.

Meanwhile some of your fellow heroes would chastise you for being an absolute softie for the Riddler, especially if your hero group is the Justice League.

💚 Batman the animated series

Oh god this man 😳

"Riddle me this, my dear~ what's otherworldly, ethereal, and of beyond words? You."

OKAY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE THE EASIEST PERSON TO FLUSTER, TO BE FLUSTERED WITH EDWARD MOTHERFUCKING NYGMA/NASHTON/WHATEVER THE FUCK. ok allow my to collect my composure and drop the caps lock.

He lives to see your face light up with the colours of embarrassment, see you so hot and bothered by his words— makes the man's heart flutter and ego stroked, ya know? He will stop at nothing to see your face flush with emotions, make you snap at him whilst covering your face to conceal your embarrassment-tinged face.

His fellow crooks either roll their eyes at him, ship it, or be annoyed with it because for GOD'S SAKE, NYGMA CONCENTRATE! Meanwhile Batman doesn approve of this and he'd lecture about such a thing, that letting your guard drop like this might potentially lead Edward to take advantage of it. Although, Barbara and Dick are teasing you for it, they worry about you as well.

💚 Harley Quinn

Gosh, can't wait for season 3 for more Eddie. I'll cry if they don't show him but anyways!

Master of pushing buttons and using it against you, he too enjoys abusing this power of his against you, make you quiet, make you unblinkingly stare off into space, make you shut down.

Several of his fellow rogues (mainly Scarecrow and Bane) are a massive shipper! Joker, not so much, he's too much of a bitter fuck to see his fellow villains flaunt their romance in his face. But gosh, crooks are crooks, the moment they found out that you practically soak up the attention Riddler gives you, they immediately thought about how useful you are going to be for the league of doom, your feelings be damned.

But the Riddler is above that and fuck no, he is not reducing you into a heap flustered mess to use you. He genuinely likes you and by god, he doesn't give someone this much attention... Imagine his absolute delight to know that he's carved a special place in your heart because you're such a softie with him, meanwhile his other rogue's are sporting massive bruises and broken bones.

[askundeadbluelesbians]

The Break Up

By WD2021

Miranda sighed heavily.

She was sitting in the living room of the apartment she and Liam had been renting for a few months. At first, she’d insisted on staying in the royal palace, but Liam had managed to convince her an apartment would be better, at least at first. He wanted to move slowly and thought that living together in a monarchial capital might be… a bit much. Fortunately, with a bit of money on both their ends, they’d caught a very nice loft.

At first, things had been great. Miranda and Liam had been very much in love and were constantly spending time together. They were seeing movies, playing games, having great conversations. Liam seemed to let down his air of smugness around her and enjoyed simply… being. They’d even invited some of their friends from high school over to the apartment from time to time, since they kept in touch with most of them.

But after the first few months, things seemed to… die down, almost. It seemed to have started when Miranda started attending Monstropolis University; Liam enrolled as well, but he had to take night classes, due to scheduling conflicts. Because their classes were at completely different time frames, they barely saw each other between sleeping and being in class. At first, they’d relegated their couple activities to the weekends, but within a few weeks, they’d withdrawn into themselves. Even on weekends, they mostly just ended up avoiding each other.

Now, they only really interacted with each other when they passed each other in the hall. They didn’t fight, didn’t resent each other, they just… didn’t interact at all. They didn’t even eat together anymore, thanks to their complete opposite schedules.

Secretly, Miranda was worried Liam had become bored with her. He was prone to gaining and losing interest in people like his “tastes.” Is that what happened? Did Liam merely think she was a fad that he had no reason to continue indulging in?

Right now, it was a little past 11 o’clock at night, so Liam was in class. She’d decided to stay up and wait for him so they could talk about it. Admittedly, maybe trying to confront Liam about their relationship problems when he was tired from a day of schooling wasn’t the best idea, but she knew there was going to be no better time.

The real challenge was just trying to kill time and keep her anxiety at bay. She’d flipped through the TV channels about a million times, but nothing good seemed to be on. Even when she found something she liked, she could still feel the stress gnawing away at her brain, every possible bad outcome running over and over again in her head until she did anything else just to temporarily distract her.

Finally, just as the clock read a little past one in the morning, she heard the door lock turning.

“Okay… here we go.” She took a deep breath, trying to keep her nerves in check. The last thing she wanted to do was panic and scare Liam off from a potential discussion.

Liam stepped into the foyer and looked surprised to see Miranda sitting on the couch. “Oh… hey, Miri, I didn’t think you’d be up. Why aren’t you asleep?”

A perfect opening. “Well… I wanted to talk about some things, and I thought it would be better to do it now rather than later.”

Liam grimaced. “Oh… uh, I don’t know, Miri, it’s late—well, early, technically, but—well, you know what I mean, and I’m really—”

“Liam.” She looked at him with dead seriousness. Her eyes weren’t wide or begging, but they held a seriousness to them she wasn’t typically known for. “Please. We need to talk. If we don’t now, I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve and we never will.”

He tried prying his eyes away, tried to tell her, “No.” He knew exactly what this conversation would entail, and where it would lead. But no matter how hard he tried…

“Okay, Miranda. We’ll talk.”

It was impossible to tell her no.

As Liam sat down next to her on the couch, she tried to figure out how to start. Truth be told, she’d never actually thought ahead of just getting him to agree to talk. Now that he was sitting here, her heart was pounding hard, afraid of messing up and scaring him off.

“Okay. Um… I’ve been feeling… sad, lately, I guess? I don’t know if that’s the right word, but, I just haven’t been feeling well, and things have been odd at home, and I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t—” Miranda was stumbling over her words, trying to find the right ones, and her breathing began to quicken. Liam’s face betrayed sympathy, and he laid a hand over hers.

“Miri… it’s okay. Just breathe, and… tell me what you think.”

Looking at him for a moment before smiling sadly, she took his advice. She breathed in… held it for a moment… exhaled… and started over.

“Liam, lately I’ve felt we’ve drifted. We never do anything anymore. I know I’m new to this whole thing… but that’s not good, is it?” Liam ran a hand through his hair.

“Well… it’s not terribly uncommon, but… no. It’s not great,” he answered.

The pit in Miranda’s stomach started growing larger and more dread-inducing as she approached the question she was afraid to ask. “Liam… I’m going to ask you something… and I want you to promise me you’ll answer honestly.”

“What? What are you—?”

“Please.” She looked straight into his eyes again. “Promise me.” Liam blinked and nodded.

“Yeah, okay. I promise.”

She felt the question catch in her throat as her eyes threatened to flood her cheeks with tears. Choking down her emotion, she forced her mouth to speak the words. “Are you… bored of me? Is… is that what’s wrong? Was I just… a new fad that’s become popular? Is it not… is it not cool to like me anymore?”

Liam was clearly caught off-guard. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open slightly agape. “I…” He looked down and a light violet tinted his cheeks. “Miranda, I… have I been making you feel that way?”

Looking down, she stayed silent as tears ran down her cheeks. She refused to look up.

She felt his hands on her face, and he slowly lifted her eyes up to him. She could see his own eyes were moist, and his face was twisted with regret.

“Miri, I am so sorry… I had no idea you were blaming yourself, I just thought… well, I didn’t know what I thought.” He looked at her a little more intensely now. “But you listen to me when I say this, this is not your fault. Okay? You have done nothing wrong. We’re drifting apart, and… it hurts. But it is not your fault. And I’m telling the truth.”

Tears began anew as she hugged him tight. For once, he didn’t pretend to be above it or jokingly give her a half-hug. He hugged her back, tightly and comfortingly. As she sobbed into his shoulder, he just held her, and whispered, “It’s alright. It’s alright…”

After a few minutes, she was able to pull away and saw streaks down Liam’s own cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, “I didn’t mean—”

“Miri, don’t apologize. Please.” Liam held her hands. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. And I’m glad you trusted me enough to tell me.”

Miranda looked down a little. “Then… if that’s not what the problem is… what is? Why are we so… weird around each other now? I don’t understand.”

Liam leaned back in his seat. “To be honest, Miri… I don’t fully understand myself. There’s nothing we’re fighting about, it’s not like we’re resentful of each other, we’re just… drifting apart.”

For a minute, the two of them sat there, in an uncomfortable silence, not sure what was to come next. “Then… what do we do? If there’s no problem to fix… how can we?”

Liam sighed. “I don’t know if we… can, Miri.”

“Then… is it over? Are we… finished?” Thinking for a minute, Liam reached over and grabbed her hand.

“Miri, I want to be clear about something. You are a very important person to me, and you always will be. I still want you in my life. But I think maybe we’re just going in different directions. It’s not just our schedules are lining up; you want to help people; you’re working to become a therapist. And that’s amazing, I’m so proud of you for it. But my life… just isn’t that.”

Miranda nodded. “I… understand. So, in the interest of maintaining a friendship, I think perhaps it’s best if we… broke up.” Her voice cracked at the dreaded words. Liam’s eyes filled up again, but he looked down and forced himself to blink them away.

“Yeah. I think… I think maybe that would be best.”

Silence again. Then Miranda asked, “What do we do now?” Liam closed his eyes.

“This weekend, I’ll get some movers to come over. You can have the apartment, and I’ll find a place somewhere else in the city. You still have my phone number, so you can call me anytime you want. For tonight, I think I’ll find a hotel and—”

“No.” She grabbed his hands and looked at him, pleadingly. “Please, Liam. This is our last night as a couple. Please, just… just stay with me. Tonight. For our last night.”

Once again… he tried to convince himself to say no. That it was a bad idea, that they might change their minds and prolong this charade that everything was okay. But…

“Okay, Miri. Let’s go to bed.”

It was impossible to tell her no.

[galionne-speeding]

Man okay so I need to write them down and put them in order but I am having some THOUGHTS about the canon representation of the D6, mostly because of a really interesting conversation with @/grimsdeadb0nes yesterday but basically I'm just

Sad

About the huge lack of interactions/teamwork between the members of the D6. Like for real despite all appearing in multiple games and comics some of them have legit never been shown talking to each other? They talk to Zavok a whole lot, sure. Master Zik also but only if Zavok isn't around.

But like, Zazz, Zeena, Zor and Zomom barely ever talk to each other. In Lost World all I can think of is Zor adressing everyone in a general statement and Zomom calling out to Master Zik & Zazz. Other than that they only talk to Zavok & Zik. Hell they've talked to Sonic more than to each other-

And while I love IDW they're an even bigger offender of this ; I'm pretty sure they only talk to Zavok in the comics.

The only game that has some interactions is Sonic Dash (and admittedly, things like Zomom reminding Zazz to eat so he can get stronger were kinda sweet) ; but even then those are the only crumbs of interactions we get. I'm pretty sure Zomom and Zeena have never interacted, neither have Zor and Zomom

[myriadimagines]

Chips and Orange Soda (part ii)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Jake Peralta

Other Characters: Amy Santiago

Warnings: theft, threats of violence

Summary: When a series of bodegas are robbed, Holt assigns Jake and Rosa on the case. You, a cashier, become a suspect, but Jake has a gut feeling that you’re not a suspect at all. In fact, he thinks you’re the key to solving the case.

Part One: Chips and Orange Soda

Word Count: 2,319

A/N: the second part to my submission for @locke-writes​​‘ writing challenge!! admittedly it gets kind of into an ethical dilemma that i didnt mean to go into and that’s unnecessarily deep but you’ll see what i mean ajskdhas but anyway disclaimer again!! not in law enforcement!!! this is not accurate when it comes to crimes!!! i really hope the reveal/ending isn’t too disappointing and that u guys still enjoyed the story!!! it does get a little more serious in this part but i still hope it’s in character/tone with the show!!

reblog/feedback/comments are very much appreciated!!!

Jake is careful to open up the door of the bodega, which is all bordered up with tape as the shattered glass has yet to be replaced. The inside looks better at least, no longer sectioned off with police tape, and business seems to be going on as usual, with customers in between the aisles and some at the counter. Jake resists the urge to grab a snack for himself, and he glances around the room, frowning as he realises there’s no sight of you.

Jake finally approaches a young man manning the cash register. “Hey man, is y/n in?”

He shakes his head. “Sorry dude, they don’t work Tuesdays.”

Jake smacks the side of his head, remembering how you mentioned it to him. He moves to exit the store when he notices the live security footage playing on the screen behind the counter. Pointing it out, Jake says, “Hey, looks like you got your cameras working again.” 

The man looks over his shoulder, before turning back to Jake with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”

Jake frowns slightly, his hand falling to his side. “y/n told me that your cameras were down last week.” 

The man remains confused, staring at Jake as if he’s speaking another language. Slowly, he finally responds, “Nah, they’ve been working fine. I don’t know what y/n’s talking about.” 

Something inside of Jake’s stomach twists, and he frowns. Despite how hard he’s been trying to defend you, he can’t help but admit to himself that you’re not making it easy. He digs through his pockets, pulling out an old receipt, and he grins to himself as he flips it over and finds your number on the other side. Pulling out his phone, he cringes slightly at his 6% battery level, and he hopes he has enough to make a call.

Dialling in your number, he raises the phone to his ear. It rings a few times before someone finally picks up the phone. Taking in a deep breath, Jake says, “y/n? It’s Jake, the detective from last week. We… we need to talk.” 

—

Jake paces around the briefing room, shaking his head as he tries to piece everything together. After coming back to the precinct following his failed attempt to find you at the bodega, Jake had filled up a corkboard with pictures and other small pieces of evidence he and Rosa were able to gather, although it was looking rather sparse. Your lie about the security cameras definitely presents as an obstacle, but he tries not to think the worst of it. He hasn’t told Rosa yet, who had gone out to meet with the forensics team again, fearing what her reaction would be towards you. Maybe you were mistaken, maybe the robbers managed to figure out a way to wipe the footage. But something about the situation doesn’t sit right with Jake, and he lets out a defeated sigh. 

“Hey, Jake,” Amy peeks her head inside, knocking at the door, and Jake looks up. She gestures back to the bullpen as she continues, “You’ve got someone here to see you. Sounds like they’ve got some information on the bodega robberies.” 

Jake perks up, rushing past Amy out of the room. His eyes widen as he sees you linger by his desk, nervously glancing around the room. He nods as a thank you to Amy before making his way over to you, and he greets, “Hey, y/n, thanks for coming in. How have you been doing?”

You meet Jake’s gaze, and you can’t help but soften at his tone. He seems to genuinely care, and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. Nodding, you reassure him, “I’m okay. I’m… I’m glad you reached out, actually. There are some things that I need to tell you about. Can we go for a walk?” 

Jake hesitates. He knows that he should probably bring you to the interrogation room instead, but he finds himself nodding. He grabs his leather jacket hanging on the back of his chair, and he nods towards the elevator as he remarks, “Sure. Let’s go.”

—

You and Jake make your way through the streets of Brooklyn, finding yourself at a nearby local park. You can’t help but smile at the sight of children running around, squealing at one another as they chase each other in some sort of game, but you can’t ignore the pit in your stomach, the gnawing guilt that has plagued you ever since your first interaction with Jake.

You finally happen upon an empty bench in a quiet corner of the park and you silently take a seat. Jake sits beside you, and your breath begins to tremble. Jake patiently waits for you, eyes wide with concern as he finds himself shifting closer to you, subconsciously wanting to comfort you despite not knowing what’s to come. 

“I… I haven’t told you everything that I know about the bodega.” you finally confess, and Jake takes in a deep breath. He nods slowly, silently urging you to continue, and you look up to meet his gaze as you continue, “I know who did it. And the other robberies, too.”

Jake stares at you, and you can tell it’s clearly a lot of information to take in. He presses his lips together, trying to process all this, before he quietly asks, “You’re trying to protect someone, aren’t you?” 

Your expression crumples, and your shoulders slump as you bury your face in your hands. You swore to yourself you wouldn’t cry, but as the overwhelming reality of the situation begins to sink in, you’re suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Jake’s expression falls, and despite knowing that the two of you are practically strangers, he wraps an arm around you, gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm as he tries to soothe you. 

“It feels like I’ve been trying to protect him all my life, but I- I feel like I can’t, anymore.” you manage to say through sobs, and Jake frowns, eyebrows furrowing in concern. Gulping, you finally reveal, “My brother.”

Jake sucks in a sharp breath. He’s all too familiar himself with broken homes, with strained familial relationships. You’re almost afraid to look at him, but Jake’s expression is one of understanding, of sympathy. He gently reassures you, “Take all the time you need, alright?” 

You nod, trying to compose yourself the best you can. You fold your hands into your lap, perhaps a poor attempt at stopping them from shaking, and you manage to hold your tears back long enough for you to begin explaining, “It was always just me and my brother, you know? My single mom had to raise us, but we barely saw her because she was always working. But my brother and I always had each other’s backs, and I thought it would be that way forever.”

You’re distracted as a pair of kids dart past you, and Jake notices the bittersweet smile that appears on your face as you watch them. Quietly, he prompts, “When did you feel like things started to go wrong?” 

“I mean, my brother was always a rowdy kid, always getting into trouble, but it just kept getting worse and worse. I’d try to bail him out, but there was only so much I could do.” you continue. “As we got older, I started seeing him less and less. He’d show up whenever he needed help, but that was it. Until he showed up the night before the bodega robbery.”

“He came to see you?” Jake’s eyes widen in alarm, and you nod. You can feel a pit forming in the bottom of your stomach as you think back to that night, and you uneasily run your hands through your hair. 

“I didn’t know he had robbed those other bodegas. But he came around asking for me to let him and his friend in, basically. Asked me for the key. I told him no, that I could just lend him money, and he… he got angry.” your voice shakes slightly as you stare off at some point in the distance. “We’ve had our fights, obviously, but this was different. I was almost scared of him.”

You screw your eyes shut as you remember seeing the smashed in front door, the fear swallowing you whole as you worried what might happen next. Jake doesn’t try to prompt you further, knowing how difficult this must be for you, and he lets out a soft sigh as he wishes that you didn’t have to go through such a thing.

“I don’t want him to go to jail. I just want him to be okay.” you can feel your words getting caught in your throat as you struggle to continue speaking. “But he doesn’t even feel like my brother anymore. That night was just… I- I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“What about the cameras?” Jake quietly asks.

“That was me.” you sigh, nervously wringing your hands together. “I couldn’t sleep that night, so eventually, I… I just got up and went to see if he had really done it. Part of me still had hope that maybe he didn’t. When I saw the door broken in it just… crushed me. I almost feel like he did it on purpose, to scare me. But I still wanted to protect him, so I… I went in to delete the security footage, and rushed out before anyone could see me.”

Jake leans back onto the bench. This is it, he realises. With your revelations, it seems as though the case is solved. But seeing the heartbreak on your face doesn’t make the solved case as satisfying as it usually is.

“I just feel like I’ve failed him.” your shoulders slump, your voice barely audible. “He’s my family I have, and I just… I just wish it didn’t have to be like this.” 

“Hey, you didn’t fail him, y/n,” Jake gently insists, and to your surprise, he reaches out to take your hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’ve been an awesome sibling, better than he deserves, really. But he chose to do this, and that’s not on you.” 

You nod, trying your best to believe him, and from the earnest expression on Jake’s face, you feel like you could. You manage to muster up a smile, and Jake smiles back at you. Nodding back in the direction of the precinct, Jake tells you, “I do need you to need you to come back to the precinct to make a statement. But you’ve really helped us, y/n, and you did the right thing.” 

A part of you has doubts, but you try your best to take comfort in Jake’s words. Jake gets to his feet, and you stand up with him, and Jake offers you a small smile that reassures you that everything will be okay. 

—

You bump the cash machine closed with your elbow as you count out some change. Sliding it over to the customer alongside their bag of snacks, you politely smile at them before they step aside to leave. You wave the next customer in line forward, only to realise it’s Jake standing before you, and your eyes widen as he offers you a sheepish grin. He steps up to the counter, placing down a bag of chips and a bottle of orange soda, and you exchange a knowing smile as you lean forward, “Hey, Jake. Did… did everything go alright?”

“We got him and his buddy.” Jake confirms, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “They tried to give us the slip, but I chased after them.”

You narrow your eyes slightly, and Jake quickly corrects himself, “Okay, Rosa chased after them, but that doesn’t matter.”  

You laugh, and Jake snorts with you before continuing, “There’ll be a trial, obviously. I’ll give you more updates when I hear them.”

You nod, before sliding Jake’s stuff back to him. You don’t even bother ringing his purchase up as you tell him, “It’s on the house.” 

“What? No.” Jake hurriedly searches through his pockets for some change. “You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s the least I can do.” you insist. Jake offers you some cash, but you shake your head. “Seriously, Jake, thank you, for everything.” 

You reach out, closing Jake’s hand, and your gaze lingers on one another as your hand remains on his. He smiles, and Jake feels like his heart might beat out of his chest as you smile back at him. Before he can stop himself, he blurts, “Do you want to get dinner with me sometime?”

You blink at him in surprise, and Jake winces as he worries he might’ve blown it. Stammering, he continues, “It’s, uh, my way of saying thank you. For helping us solve the case. And for the snacks.” 

Jake watches as a smile spreads across your face, and you chew on your lip as if trying to contain your happiness. “Is this a date?”

Jake grins at you. “It can be.” 

“Just tell me when and where.” you nod excitedly, and Jake beams at you. “I’d love to go out with you, Jake.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jake claps his hands together. He scoops up his snacks, backing away as he continues, “Hey, I’ve got to run back to the precinct, but I’ll text you, okay?”

“Got it.” you nod, grinning from ear to ear. You can’t help but chuckle as you watch Jake clumsily try to open the door, but he stops himself. 

“Oh! By the way,” Jake spins around on his heel. “Do you guys sell batteries?” 

“Um,” you glance over your shoulder at the inventory behind you. “We’ve got some. What kind do you need?”

“It’s for a clock.” Jake sighs, and you raise an eyebrow at his reaction. “It’s… a long story.”

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