#they would probably try and protect him though

[pineconepie]

parental yandere guardian angel perhaps?? 👀

TW: Violence, infantilization, mentioned stalking(?), parental yandere, alcohol, attempted mugging

...

You drag out a long sigh, not bothering to look the presence you know is next to you in the eye. For days he's been following you around like some puppy looking for attention, and you're more than tired of it.

"I do not like these bars," Seradiel murmurs. "There's all sorts of harmful people around. Are you trying to make my job harder?"

"A pointless job, might I add," you chuckle humorlessly. "You don't need to watch after me like I'm some baby. And for the record, you don't need to be sitting next to me 24/7, either."

At first, you thought Seradiel was crazy when he claimed to be your guardian angel, but ever since you nearly got ran over from not looking both ways on the street, the dude had been following you everywhere like some sort of shadow.

He said he had been guarding over you ever since you were a newborn, but decided to make his presence known ever since that incident.

He would appear out of nowhere in your house while you were sleeping and making sure you're breathing right, or follow you on walks, protecting you from any potential danger.

Seradiel's frown deepens. "Either way, you won't approve. If I watch you from afar, you claim that's creepy; but if I make myself known, you get annoyed."

You give Seradiel a pointed look. "That's because most people don't have an angel follow them around all the time."

He shakes his head. "That isn't true. Everyone has an angel. Some are just less dedicated than I am."

A groan escapes you. What kind of excuse is that?

You wave him off. "Can you at least, I don't know, sit at another table? The waiters keep looking our way since they can't see you and probably think I'm talking to myself like a crazy person."

"No, they can see me. I just don't have wings in anyone else's vision," he claims. "They're probably giving funny looks because of our conversation."

"Whatever," you mutter under your breath. "Why are you so dedicated, as you claim?"

He ruffles your hair. "Because you're like my baby. Sure, you may have biological parents, but even they don't share the same kind of connection with you as I do. After all, I've been watching over you ever since your first moments of life. I've spent more time with you than anyone else on this Earth has. And you were such a sweet child. Sometimes I wonder if you miss those days as much as I do."

"Not at all," you mutter, even though that isn't true at all. "So you just watched me my whole life?"

"Of course. Therefore, you are essentially like my child. And no good parent would allow their child to wander around such a sketchy establishment like this." He motions towards the dimly lit, rather unimpressive bar.

"Any good parent would let their adult child do what they please, because they're an adult." You take another sip from your cup. The liquid burns your throat going down, and you almost immediately feel drowsier and more light-headed. Seradiel yanks the cup away from you. "Hey! What the hell, I paid for that!" You reach for it back.

"You've had too much already," he scolds. "Now let's leave." He grabs your hand and leads you out. With you stumbling after him, you finally make it onto the street outside and head home.

The walk is silent other than your occasional hiccup. But every few minutes, Seradiel makes sure you're still lucid.

"Just leave me alone," you whine. "Please. I want just a minute of independence, I can't do anything without you hovering over me! Is that too much to ask?"

Seradiel's eyes narrow. "Is that so?" Without warning, he lets go of your hand. "Fine. If you'd like to be a brat, we can play your game."

He disappears in an instant. Despite the fact that you were begging for him to stop being so clingy, you find yourself strangely unsettled at his departure, as if something's missing.

Nonetheless, you decide to ignore it; he'll come back eventually.

You continue your drunken stumble back home.

However, you barely make it another block before you hear the sound of footsteps behind you.

Normally you would've ignored it, but combined with how late it was and how sketchy the bar itself was, you pick up your pace. Whoever was behind you speeds up also.

Now more than nervous, you start running, not caring about how lightheaded you felt and how awful your body ached.

Whoever was following you started running after you now, and in the dead silence of night you can hear their rapid steps thumping against the ground.

Their heavy breathing rings through the air, and your heart drops when you realize they were gaining on you.

Before you knew it, a firm hand wrapped around your arm, yanking you to a stop.

The person has a knife, dressed in all black clothing, looking eerily similar to someone who was ready to commit murder.

"Empty your wallet now," he hisses. "And don't make any noise. If you try to scream, I'll cut off your fucking tongue."

You scramble to empty your wallet. There isn't much money in there, which just pisses him off.

"That's it? That can't be all you have," he snarls. He backhands you in anger, causing you to stumble back. You rub your face where he struck you, crawling backwards as he rummages through your things himself. However, he only finds a couple pieces of gum. He looks even more angered by this outcome, reaching for his knife again.

"Seradiel!" you cry out, shutting your eyes tight. "I'm sorry! Please help me!"

Suddenly, there's a gust of wind. Your eyes fly open, and in front of you is none other than Seradiel. He stands tall, looming over your mugger with his white wings stretching out like a curtain to conceal you. His golden hair shines in the moonlight. Although usually calm, his demeanor has completely changed.

His eyes are now slit into furious daggers glaring straight ahead at your mugger.

"What the hell..." the man mutters.

With no words, Seradiel reaches forward and grabs the assailant by the neck, throwing him across the road and into a wall like the assailant is merely paper trash.

Seradiel begins to stalk towards the mugger, who's coughing violently from the impact. "I usually hold empathy for criminals like yourself; just trying to survive. But then you decided to try and hurt my child," Seradiel growls. You've never seen such fury radiating from his usually calm appearance. He looks more than capable of murdering the mugger then and there.

The assailant scrambles backwards, attempting to stand. Unfortunately for him, before he can rise Seradiel is upon him again. The angel knocks the mugger off their feet and kicks them, sending them flying backwards.

He grabs the knife he dropped, twirling it between his fingers.

"Hmm. Should I kill him?" Seradiel asks, turning towards you. He doesn't even look remorseful. On the contrary, he looks emotionless; he doesn't care if the criminal lives or dies. It was like he was asking you to pass him salt on the dinner table.

"No," you whisper. "Please don't. I just want to go home. Let's just go home, please."

"Alright. As long as he apologizes." He turns back to the assailant. "Well?"

The attacker sobs and nods. "Okay! Okay, I'm sorry! I'll never do it again!"

"And give them back their belongings," Seradiel adds.

The mugger obliges and hands all your belongings back to the angel. Once Seradiel steps aside, he scrambles away until you can't see him anymore.

He turns to face you again, his expression immediately softening. You instinctively take a step back. Seeing him switch demeanors so quickly is shocking.

"My love," Seradiel murmurs softly. "I told you it wasn't safe here. Are you okay?" He approaches you cautiously. He takes out his handkerchief to dab the bleeding scratch on your cheek. Then he inspects you, making sure you haven't sustained any other injuries. "See what happens when you walk alone? This is why I need to watch over you at all times. Does that not make sense to you yet?"

He puts his arms underneath your legs and back, picking you up. You bury your face in his robes.

"I don't like bars," you mumble quietly. "I promise I won't go to another one."

"Not just bars. Everywhere is dangerous. It's a good thing I'm your guardian angel; the world would eat you alive otherwise," he mumbles. "Oh, little lamb. What will Papa do with you?" He kisses the top of your head while carrying you.

It's not the first time he's referred to himself as that word. Papa.

In some ways, it makes sense; he does act very fatherly and treats you like his baby.

Still, you have mixed feelings about him. You still can't wipe the vision from your mind of him brutally beating up your mugger just minutes ago.

"Aren't angels against violence?" you rasp.

He shakes his head. "Not in cases such as those. Angels protect others. Most just happen to use violence as the last resort. And I will always protect my children."

"How many children do you have?"

"You're the only one," Seradiel coos. "And trust me, I love you very much. I hope this was a valuable lesson for you."

You fall into silence once again, clutching his robes.

When you finally arrive home, he opens the door for you. "Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"...thank you, for protecting me," you mutter under your breath.

He gives you a smile, but it's far from gentle. No, it looks almost... proud, victorious. "Of course. Just remember that I'll always be here to keep you safe."

[not-that-dillinger]

Ed paused for a moment, thinking what he had that Tron would like.

"A lot of that's going to be baked goods, cookies, muffins, that sort of thing. I unfortunately can't have the normal kind, and the gluten free stuff is unfortunately usually disappointing," he apologized. "What I do have... Yoghurt or rice pudding is probably a bit messy for what you're looking for, else I have granola with chocolate and dried fruit, or kettle corn... Unless you just want an fruit or something? You're also welcome to the licorice, though it's a bit of a hit or miss thing. Some people like it, others hate it."

Ed glanced at Tron, catching his curious look at the auto injector. It wasn't something he usually talked about, or liked to talk about. He didn't usually talk about it because allergies were a vulnerability, and one that had been used against him before. Except he's talked about it with Eve and Yori. Ed wasn't sure if he ever directly explained it to Sam, but his younger brother certainly caught on to Ed's condition by now, Jet seemed to have realized something was up, and if Ed had to guess, Alan's seen enough of his eating habits, if he hadn't noticed that Ed refused to eat the free lunches when they were offered at a company event or the anything at Mackey's ridiculous mandatory parties.

If Tron was going to spend any time with Ed, then the number of questions would only multiply, and Ed would rather be the one to explain it.

Tron was also there to protect him. If there ever was an emergency where it became relevant, it would be better if Tron knew about it. Trust was tenuous at best, but...

"It's called an auto injector," Ed explained quietly. The words came out easily. Maybe it was because Yori and Eve trusted him, and Ed trusted them more than anyone else. Maybe it was that the genuine curiosity reminded him more of his interns, or that Tron didn't ask. Ed wasn't sure.

"Medicine, for my allergies, in case of an emergency. My body for whatever reason mistakes the protein structure of certain foods for viruses or something, and overreacts to it. The gluten thing is similar, but a different reaction. Less dangerous in the short term, but can lead to complications if not managed. The preventative measures are similar enough that I just treat them as the same thing."

The mental image of Peter in his stupid fancy suit covered in slime makes Ed crack a smile. The only thing better would be if Beck had been there to greet his father with the slime cannon, though Ed was still just relieved that the man was finally behind bars, and he hoped Peter wouldn't be far behind.

"Yeah," he agreed. "As funny as that would be, it would be best not to have to try to come up with another explanation to give the authorities."

Ed huffed, stifled a laugh. It wasn't... bitter laughter, though it wasn't quite amusement, either. "Idiot beta, sounds about right," he said.

"As far as Peter... it's likely that may have been one of his programs? As I understand it, he was one of Encom's programmers, before he became Dillinger's assistant."

He stiffened at the contact, but it did manage to pull him back to the present. He turned from the cooler, back to the fridge. "I--I know. And... thank you. I know.... you're still recovering, and had probably hoped the peace would last a bit longer, but. I do appreciate you being here."

At least, Ed had hoped the peace would last longer. At least a few more months. If anyone deserved the time to recover in peace, if not to live out the rest of their runtime without any further disturbance, it was Tron. He hated that he was the one to disrupt it.

Ed retrieved his epinephrine auto injector. Thanks to Yori, he hadn't needed it in years, but he wasn't fool enough to leave home without it. He of course had another one in the small fridge under his desk, but he wouldn't have access to his office, but that was meant to be a backup, and it was better to stay in the habit of carrying one with him everywhere, anyway.

He retrieved the holster from the drawer next to the refrigerator, slipped the auto injector into it, and then clipped it to his belt.

"Anyway... anything you want, snacks for later?"

[gliphyartfan]

Diversity among hylians seems to be very low, so I ask you to please headcanons of the chain with a human reader who has vitiligo and maybee heterochromia. Please, please, that's all I need!

Ah, that’s true! Hylians, for all their magic and divine connections, lack a lot of the diversity that humans have. (Even if they have the funkiest hairstyles at times)

I guess at first, they don’t get it.

They’ve certainly never seen anything like it before.

The patches of lighter skin standing out against their natural tone? The two different colored eyes? It’s so far outside of normal Hylian traits that they’re just staring the first time they meet Reader.

Not in a bad way! They’re just so confused but the differences. (They adjust as they always do.)

Wind is the first to ask. (Zero filter after all)

Blunt as always he goes “Did you get cursed?”

(Cue Warriors smacking him upside the head.)

And Reader would laugh, though and reapond. “Nope. It’s just how I was born.”

Sky would be tilting his heads and say “Wait, it’s natural?”

Hyrule is quietly intrigued. (Half fae boy is kinda obsessed.)

He’d be like “So you were just… blessed with two different eye colors? And patterns on your skin?”

And Reader would be like “Blessed?” They’d snort. “I wouldn’t call it that.”

But Hyrule would.

(He probably ends up fully convinced that Readwr is some sort of celestial being that’s just pretending to be human.)

Twilight (when everyone is way more comfortable with each other) actually reaches out to touch your skin. (With permission, of course.)

The difference in texture is interesting to him. It’s not really different from the rest of Reader’s skin, but the contrast is so mesmerizing.

“Does it… change?”

“Sometimes,” They’d shrug. “Spreads a little, but nothing crazy.”

Twilight wouod be so fascinated. His own markings only appeared when he used the Shadow Crystal, so seeing someone with permanent ones they were born with is something else.

Sky thinks they’re literally kissed by the heavens.

No, really.

He genuinely believes that their skin is like clouds drifting across the sky.

He gets so poetic about it, too. “It’s like the sky at dawn… patches of light breaking through the darkness.”

Legend: “You’re making it weird.”

Sky: “I’m appreciating the beauty of nature, shut up.” (Which I personally wouod find funny)

As for heterochromia I thiiiink, Warriors and Legend notice it first.

Warriors, because he’s trained to pick up details.

Legend, because he’s just perceptive as hell. (Not that the others arent but I think everyone is heavily distracted by the vitiligo.)

Legend would go “Wait, were your eyes always different colors?”

“Uh. Yeah?”

Cue them both narrowing their eyes like they’re trying to figure out if Reader’s messing with them.

Wind and Wild immediately love it.

“Whoa! That’s so cool!”

“Can you see differently out of each eye?”

“Do things look different?”

(Reader has to physically stop them from shining a lantern in your face to ‘check.’)

Time kinda thinks it’s an omen.

…Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in the way that his gut tells him you’re important.

Like… by that point Reader was already significant to them, but this just adds to it.

He’s seen plenty of strange things in his time, but a mortal with two different eyes? That’s has to mean something ya know?

Four is intrigued from a more analytical standpoint.

Four: “So, you were born with this?”

Reader: “Yep.”

Four: “It doesn’t affect your vision?”

Reader: “Nope.”

Four: “Fascinating.”

(He will absolutely study their eyes in different lighting, making notes to compare them.)

All in all, they adore it. (And it is inevitable that creeps and weirdos will try to nab such a unique beauty when they go era hopping so it ends up with them being a biiit over protective with Reader. But hey! Stories to tell friends over drinks eh?)

[livmightlive]

LU Detroit Become Human/Android AU

I should start this by saying that I’ve never played the game myself but I really love the concept! I do apologize if things are messy though, this really just spilled out of me 😭 for anyone who doesn’t really know Detroit Become Human, it’s basically a future America where a huge company makes hyper realistic androids who have different jobs. They all have the ability to deviate which is basically just them breaking past their coding and developing a conscience/sentience (and I would say a soul). The company obviously doesn’t like this and tries to stop this. If anything, this is just my take on an Android AU.

Anyways, here’s it in context of LU

Sky: Bodyguard Android

starts to deviate when he starts forming an attachment to Sun

She gets kidnapped in a political scheme. His handlers try to bench him but he fully deviates and goes out by himself to find her. 

He’s probably a newer model or gets upgraded regularly. Sun is sentimental so she tries to make sure to keep him because he’s familiar in her busy life. (She’s the daughter to the president or whoever the head of state is)

He manages to find and rescue Sun but not without suffering a lot of damage. Especially electrical damage.

Sun is touched. She doesn’t care that her savior is an android at all and she especially doesn’t care that Sky is deviated. She loves him too. She tells him that she could always tell that he was different…

It pains her, breaks her heart, but she sends Sky away for his own good.

Four: Different androids downloaded into a child model 

Four is the combination of 4 different deviated androids uploaded into a child model. 

Red, Blue, Green, and Vio (these are like perfect names for robots) all “worked” in the same company. It’s like a big sales department or something like that. 

Red is a nanny bot for the building’s daycare, Blue is a security bot, Green is a secretary bot, and Vio is basically a filing bot

They all deviate separately. When it’s found that they’re deviating they’re all destroyed on company grounds and dumped in the landfill. (It’s cheaper to do this rather than send them back)

Green managed to wake up. He’s broken beyond repair but he manages to spot an empty child android near their dumping spot. He takes pity on the others and somehow manages to upload them all into one body.

Shadow is a virus in the bot they all share. He got so big that somehow he developed a consciousness of his own. (Probably the reason the model was discarded in the first place. Imagine you’re grieving so you get a child android and it starts going ‘evil mode’)

Somehow they all make this work, Shadow included.

Time: Repurposed as a farm Android

Time started out as a child android but was recycled to be used in a small military project. 

This project is the predecessor to the one Wars is in so it’s mostly just an experiment.

Time starts to deviate because whoever was supposed to wipe all of his previous hardware, THE CHILD HARDWARE, messed up and left a good portion of it behind along with his memory bank. 

So now Time is basically child coding in an adult model being forced to learn how to commit acts of violence. It doesn’t mesh well with his former programs and he deviates. 

He escapes and immediately gets swiped up and sold to a pawn shop.

Eventually Talon buys him for extra hands on his ranch.

Time starts to really enjoy this. He takes to the farm lifestyle really well. Malon also is really great. He loves having a friend. 

As she grows, he finally gets to grow, mentally at least. It’s a weird experience for him because a good amount of his programming was never meant to grow past a child state. 

Malon and Talon realize that he’s a deviant and probably has been for a long time. They don’t care and vow to protect him. He’s family. 

Malon and Time fall in love and take over the ranch. Slowly it becomes a safe space for other deviants.

Twilight: Officer Android (Turned wolf)

Twilight is an officer android at a women’s prison. 

A lot of the people there actually like Twilight a lot because he is not cruel or condescending like a lot of the human officers and he’s kind of easy to get stuff out of.

They can mess with Twilight’s programming enough to get extra stuff from the commissary or help with their jobs. Twilight is very helpful. He’s also programmed to know their rights and local social programs so he’s very useful to have around before court dates.

Midna is an android activist who had gotten incarcerated. She slowly gets Twilight to trust her and eventually convinces him to help her break out. He doesn’t realize it, but she’s been slowly getting him to deviate as well. 

When the break out happens, Midna gets away and Twilight gets captured. She feels awful knowing that he’s likely going to be destroyed.

Instead he’s used in some experiments where they try to plant human focused hardware into android (can androids be animals???) animals. They put him into a wolf dog that would usually be meant to assist police. 

This is a miserable experience for Twilight, especially now that he’s deviated.

Midna, who’s poked around to see if she can save Twilight from being pulverized, stages a rescue mission and gets him out. She sends him somewhere she things will be safe.

Wind: Child Model in a retirement home

Wind is a child android that’s used in a retirement home to bring joy and to lift the spirits of the residents there. 

At first he doesn’t even realize that he’s deviated until Granny, his secret favorite resident, mentions it to him. Turns out a lot of the old folks knew but they didn’t care bc Wind is so charming and they really do love him.

For a while he continues as normal, just with the knowledge that he’s loved. If anything he performs better. 

One day Ayrll, the granddaughter of Granny, is visiting. Another resident gets really confused and tries to grab her, hurting and scaring her. Wind uses physical force to separate them, something not in his coding at all.

The retirement home doesn’t want to do extra paperwork so they get rid of Wind by tying him up and dropping him off a boat. (The retirement home is on the ocean)

Tetra later fishes him up and brings him back online. 

Tetra is very happy to have a “maid bot” which pisses Wind off a lot. She lives in a multigenerational home so she’s excited to do less chores. 

They all figure out that Wind is deviated but they don’t care. They all take him under their wing and fully still expect him to do chores

Legend: Standard Household Android 

Legend is an earlier model of a household Android. He’s been bought and sold 6 DIFFERENT times.

The first time was from his uncle who didn’t actually want him for his programming. He was a lonely old man and Legend was on sale. He treats Legend like a person and when he passes away Legend starts to deviate. 

Legend is auctioned off in an estate sale and some people from outside the country buy him. He travels around with a group that does environmental work and performs aid programs for a while. Everyone there also treats him pretty friendly. On a boat ride back to the mainland a storm hits and Legend goes overboard trying to protect people on the deck.

He washes up on a small island where a girl Marin finds him and repairs him. She, and nobody on the island, treats him like an android at all. He fully deviates and enjoys living like a person. The storm comes back and decimates the island. Marin is gone.

The people who come to offer aid recognize Legend as a deviated android and ship him back to be tested on. 

There he meets Ravio, who is the same exact model as him. Ravio is meant to be compared to Legend so they can study differences in deviant and non deviant androids. 

Legend manages to escape wherever they’re keeping him one day and bumps into Ravio during his attempt to escape. Ravio has never left the series of offices he first woke up in. He’s not fully deviated but he wants to know freedom. He and Legend escape together. 

Hyrule: Medical Android (hospital setting)

Hyrule is one of the first medical androids. Unlike the more modern medical androids, he has a lot of built in programs and functions that newer models don’t have.

He has a built in defibrillator, inhaler, but most uniquely he can make drugs and medicine on the spot. These would be things that paramedics tend to carry like morphine,epinephrine, ketamine. Also more simple things like cold medicines.

His kind was discontinued due to a lot of legal actions taken by companies under big pharma. It’s too convenient, and cheap, to have robots who are programmed to help anybody in need distributing drugs for free. Also some issues with drug dealers stealing his model to have them continuously producing drugs to sell.

He gets discarded, thankfully through illegal means so instead of being sent to a processing facility he’s dumped behind the hospital in a dumpster. 

He spends years wandering the streets in shadier parts of the city aiding people who need it. He doesn’t know when he deviated but it happened slowly. 

He’s hunted by both gangs who want to use him to make drugs. He’s also hunted by the corporation that made him believe that older models that have deviated hold vital information to how it happens in the first place and he’s part of the last of his kind so they want to dissect him. 

Warriors: Soldier Android (Secret military project)

Warriors is part of a military project to use androids as soldiers. This is probably breaking a lot of international treaties so it’s kept as a secret. 

He was meant to be a “captain” Android, one that can over power other android’s programming to control them.

One of the people working on the project becomes infatuated with him. Cia 😭. She steals him and takes him home. 

This is nowhere near as fun as she thought it would be because he doesn’t have a lot of social programming. He just walks around her house and barks orders at the microwave and tells her what strategies they can use if her apartment is attacked.

She buys pleasure bot hardware that has a “boyfriend” program on it because this is becoming unbearable.

Uploading the hardware causes Wars to IMMEDIATELY deviate because this is not at all what he was built to do. It actually corrupts some of his programming.

He’s confused and scared while Cia is exuberant. Finally she has a proper boyfriend. She can ignore the glitching and bugs because at least Wars isn’t yelling at her computer anymore. 

Unfortunately for her, Wars was developed to be a strategic war machine, boyfriend hardware or not, so he identifies her as a threat because she hurt him. His new hardware, however, makes him not want to hurt her. So, he runs away.

Wild: Lab Assistant Android

Wild was an assistant to some brilliant scientists in a lab and engineering facility.

He worked primarily with Flora who treated him like a robot in every way. She’s kind of creeped out by the idea of androids so she’s not really fond of having one around her all the time. He is useful though. 

Her coworkers treat the android a lot more humanly than she does for a while. Eventually she gets used to him and starts getting kinder and kinder. 

Wild starts to deviate but he desperately tries to hide it. He really enjoys the time he gets to spend with his friends.

One day something goes wrong and the lab starts to explode. Wild fully deviates to rescue Flora. He’s able to get her out just in the nick of time. He gets stuck inside though after a wall collapses and traps half of his body under rubble. He yells at her to run and so she does.

Wild comes back online with his memory files damaged or gone and half of his body melted and severely damaged. He can’t remember anything but he feels like a person. 

Eventually everyone ends up together on Time’s ranch but I really haven’t thought out a story ;•_•

 I hope this isn’t a confusing or messy read 😭 it really just kind of poured out of me. I’m aware there’s like a crazy amount of plot holes but I had a ton of fun writing this!! I might go back later and rewrite or try and clean this up. If you have any thoughts, questions, suggestions, (how to fill said plot holes 😭) please lmk!! I thrive off of interaction!!! Ty for reading 💕

[spaceorphan18]

Any thoughts on Chris’s latest interview??

I assume you mean this one?

I have not watched it so.... let's live blog, shall we?

I appreciate that he got his hair to stand up on all sides. Looking good Chris ;)

Basics on Chris? I totally guessed his expertise would be related to the paranormal. I completely forgot about the British History love of his, so I'm so not surprised there.

I really was waiting with baited breath to hear if he'd say llamas were his least favorite animal, lol. (Oh god, a lot of you weren't around when he claimed he liked llamas because he said he was a social llama and ended up getting a room full of stuffed llams, lol)

Oh my god, off of Diet Coke? What even?? Also, guys. Don't kill me. Don't revoke my Chris fan card. While I'm glad that he went back into acting - I have no desire to see that film he just made. It sounds like... not my cup of tea. (sorry :( )

The 'who are you' quiz section was super cute. I do love that he gives us little bits into his daily live and world and something that has just not changed is his sharp wit. I have always been a fan of his humor.

Chris's high school experience - I mean he's talked about this a lot over the years. A lot. But the thing that sticks out is this evolution of being okay with it. When he was first on Glee - it was STILL a big trauma. Which makes sense because instead of going to college, Chris went straight from HS to Glee, and omg, what an insane thing to do.

The getting into Glee stuff is... stuff I've heard before. But always glad to hear him speak on it, and again, glad he's in such a better place in life that he can reflect without the being traumatized part. The stuff about his current auditioning is interesting. He admits he doesn't really anymore unless he really wants to... and I'm guessing not really much has come his way that he really wants to do. I have a feeling that he probably won't do a whole ton of acting moving forward, but you never know.

Chris talking about his coming out on Chelsea Handler, lol... I love that he can reflect about being 18, and how differently choices are made when you're that young. But I also love (and get, and my god sometimes still I remember why he's the only celebrity whom I've ever felt was actually a bit like me in thought process) the fact that he was like - I'm gonna try to do this once and never deal with it again. And have it, like, become a bigger ordeal than he could have ever imagined.

I love though, also, that his story is also being contextualized through a queer lens. And, I mean, I felt this way when he was talking with Kevin about their joint experiences -- I'm so, so glad Chris has these queer spaces to have these conversations, because there's a level of knowledge and awareness and perspective you don't get from straight media.

(He took his shoes off, how cute, lol. Also this interview knows, like, nothing about Glee. Fascinating.)

"I would rather be the unicorn in the room than the elephant." -CHRISTOPHER!!! This quote is fantastic.

Getting into the conversation of activism, and how queer culture and community was still very different back in 2009-10 then it is now. And I mean, it's come a long LONG way since I was in high school back in the 90s. We've come a long way in the past fifteen years, even if the asshats in charge are trying to push everyone back to the 50s (or really the 30s :P) Anyway, some great queer history embedded in this.

The conversation about fame being his protection back then is fascinating. Also, how he calls himself ugly (back then). Oh Christopher.

He talked to Shirley MacClaine about aliens. Because of course he did. I love him.

OOhhh, Chris loved every guest star except for one. Any guesses who? (Honestly - I have no idea. so this is a fascinating new tidbit. Perez Hilton? Lol - Chris didn't work him though.)

Also more interesting things to think about - Chris getting a lot of the spotlight early on created resentment. (I wonder if it was Lea... Hmmm.)

Mr - I'm never getting married - actually mentioned that at some point he and Will probably will get married. Don't know if that was kind of a deflection from this dude assuming or if he's changed his mind. But, I mean, c'mon, in any capacity we all know he and Will consider each other done and locked in for life, which Chris basically confirms. (Awww - I love Will.)

Oh god, talking about the tinhatters. Chris, thank fuck for finally talking about this more openly and explicitly. And guys, I told you. I TOLD YOU that this shit happened.

THE HAIR STORY! HE'S TELLING THE HAIR STORY! No, guys, this was almost like urban legend stuff, but yeah, there were rumored instances of people sending hair to Will (and to Mia) and he actually talks about this. Oh my god, I'm laughing (though my god this was not funny at the time)

Oh, god, he thinks there were 100,000 CCers. No. There weren't. That seems too high. The people who were actually crazy were a very, very small number -- who made an unfortunately huge impact.

Oh. God. Also. He is NOT talking about Darren when he talks about people who are still in the closet. He's just not.

Oh for the love of fuckery, this host is just... he had to take a college course to discover fanfiction? C'mon.

Ah, the awkward conversation of celebrities reading fanfic. I wish this conversation would be had with someone who understood it better. Honestly do not like this host's summation of it because -- not just as someone who reads and writes it, but as someone who understands it's influence on published writing and understands its relevance in women's circles, this is a much deeper conversation and this host makes it feel trivialized (because they don't understand it).

Also - I wonder what Chris read, great abs and about cats? lol.

STOP FUCKING CALLING ANY KIND OF QUEER FANFIC SLASH FIC. It's old school term. Now it's just... fanfic. You no longer need to qualify the fic by saying it's slash.

This host is... bugging me a bit. But that's my issue.

They're getting into the writer portion and as a writer myself I'm... honestly a little bored by this. The TLOS convo he's had a million times. He's also talked about his process a lot, which idk, maybe this is more interesting to non-writers but like, yeah, yup, i've been there done that.

Aww, Chris talking about his anxiety issues - I do always love hearing about this, because I feel like mental health issues don't get addressed in the way should.

Um, they end on a section called 'fight me' where Chris debates a position - and his is that only queer actors should play queer roles. I... think that's a nuanced question that deserves more than a 60 second watered down debate and I'm not going to touch it.

And.. yeah, that's what I have to say about that. It's nice to hear from Chris again, so glad he's so much more open about his life and experiences. If I'm being honest, though, I think I do kind of value the conversations more so when he has them with, say, Kevin and Jenna, because there's something more personal going on there.

But that's just me - someone who has followed Chris and his career for, my god, what sixteen years now? Yeah. :)

Hopefully that answers your question, Nonny! lol :)

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Hi! Can I please request a Lloyd x fem!civilian!shy!reader where takes Lloyd takes Six’s younger sister captive alongside Claire (she had been living with Donald Fitzroy and Claire and Fitzroy treated her and protected her as if she were his own daughter, becoming basically family ever since he recruited Six). The reader and Lloyd have clear chemistry and he 100% loves making her all flustered & shy and loves the effect he has on her. (He definitely plans to keep her 🤭) She also has an effect on him, having him basically wrapped around her finger and is the only one who can ground him. She promises that she’ll stay with him forever if and only if he lets Fitzroy, Claire, and her brother Six go (he’d begrudgingly agrees, he can’t say no to his girl🤭). I’m sure Six would be hesitant to leave his sister with Lloyd though (he has nothing to worry about though because Lloyd would spoil the reader absolutely rotten and be so loving and soft and affectionate with her)

Warning- Little angst, fluff, kidnaping situation, etc

You wake up to the rough texture of rope biting into your wrists, the dim light overhead casting eerie shadows on the walls. Panic flutters in your chest, but you force yourself to stay calm. Claire is beside you, still unconscious, her small form curled up on the cold floor. 

And then you heard it.�� 

The sound of footsteps, confident and unhurried, accompanied by an infuriatingly smug whistle. Your stomach twists as the door swings open, revealing the last person you want to see.

Lloyd Hansen.  

“Well, well,” he drawls, stepping into the room with that ever-present smirk. “Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake!”  

Your cheeks heat under his gaze, and you hate how easily his presence flusters you. Lloyd notices, of course he always does and his smirk deepens.  

“Aw, sweetheart, you’re blushing,” he teases, crouching in front of you. His fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his sharp blue eyes. “You like when I talk to you like that?”  

You bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.  

Lloyd chuckles. “Shy little thing. It’s adorable, really.”  

Your heart pounds, a mix of fear and something far more dangerous settling in your chest. You should be terrified, he’s the enemy, yours and Claire’s captor, but there’s something about the way he looks at you, like he enjoys unraveling you, like he could devour you if he wanted to.  

And the scariest part? You think he just might.  

“You gonna keep ignoring me, sweetheart?” Lloyd tilts his head, mock offense playing on his face. “That’s not very nice. I went through all the trouble of bringing you here.”  

You press your lips together, determined not to react, but it’s impossible with the way he’s watching you, like he’s having the time of his life just teasing you. His thumb brushes against your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze again.  

“Bet your brother’s losing his damn mind right now,” he muses, his tone almost sing-song. “Six is probably running around, trying to find his precious little sister. Must be exhausting.”  

Your stomach clenches. “He’s going to find me and Claire!”  

Lloyd grins like you just said something cute. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m counting on it.”  

Behind you, Claire stirs with a soft groan, and you immediately shift your focus to her. “Claire? Are you okay?”  

She blinks up at you, confused but unharmed. Relief floods through you. At least for now, she’s safe.  

Lloyd sighs, like he’s already bored of the interruption. “As touching as this moment is, I didn’t come down here just to watch you two bond.” He stands, dusting imaginary lint off his perfectly tailored slacks. “Here’s the deal, princess. I need leverage. And you? You’re the perfect little bargaining chip.”  

Your hands curl into fists. “So what, you’re going to use me to lure my brother here?”  

“Ding, ding, ding!” He claps his hands together mockingly. “See? You’re smarter than you look.”  

You glare at him, hating the way his words make your skin prickle. “And then what? You kill him?”  

Lloyd hums, tilting his head in faux consideration. “Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on my mood.”  

Your chest tightens. “You can’t…”  

“Oh, but I can.” He crouches in front of you again, his voice dropping into something softer, almost intimate. “Unless, of course, you give me a reason not to.”  

You swallow hard. “What do you mean?”  

Lloyd smirks, like he’s been waiting for you to ask. “I mean,” he drawls, running a finger along your jaw, “if you agree to stay with me, permanently and I might just reconsider this whole 'killing your family' thing.”  

Your breath catches. “You want me to…”  

“Be mine?” Lloyd answers for you smoothly. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s exactly what I want.”  

Your heart pounds in your chest. He can’t be serious. But when you look into his eyes, there’s something dark and possessive lurking there, something that tells you he’s dead serious.  

You glance at Claire, then think of Fitzroy, of Six. If you stay, if you agree to this insanity, they’ll be safe.  

You take a shaky breath. “If I promise to stay with you forever… you’ll let them go? All of them?”  

Lloyd’s smile softens, just a little. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll let them go.”  

You exhale shakily. He’s dangerous, he’s a monster, but right now, he’s offering you the only way to keep the people you love alive.  

“But...how can I trust you?”  “Trust is earned, Sunshine. Guess you'll have to find out...” 

You force yourself to meet his gaze, because what other choice do you have? this feels the only logical way, “Then I’ll stay.”  

Lloyd’s grin turns predatory, “That’s my girl.” 

The moment Six storms into the compound, it’s chaos. You knew he’d come for you. You knew he wouldn’t leave you behind, but now, as you stand beside Lloyd, watching your brother fight his way through the guards, your chest tightens with dread.  

“Aw, look at him go,” Lloyd muses, arms crossed, watching the carnage like it’s entertainment. “He’s got that 'big brother' fury. Cute.”  

You glare at him. “You promised.”  

Lloyd exhales dramatically. “Relax, sweetheart. I keep my word.” He nods toward his men. “Tell the others to back off. We don’t want to upset my girl, do we?”  

Your heart stutters at the possessiveness in his voice, but there’s no time to dwell on it. The second the guards step back, Six barrels into the room, gun raised.  

“Get away from her!” he growls.  

You take a step forward. “Six, wait…”  

His sharp eyes flick to you, scanning for injuries. “Did he hurt you?”  

You shake your head quickly. “No, I’m fine.”  

Six doesn’t lower his gun. “Then we’re leaving. Now!”  

Lloyd snorts. “Oh, buddy. You really think that’s how this is gonna go?”  

Six aims at his head. “I will put a bullet between your eyes, Hansen.”  

Lloyd smirks, utterly unfazed. “You could try.”  

You step between them before things get worse. “Six. Listen to me.”  

His gaze snaps to yours. “What the hell are you doing?”  

Your hands tremble as you grip his arm. “I made a deal. He lets you, Claire, and Fitzroy go, and in return… I stay.”  

Six’s grip on his gun tightens., he narrows his eyes in disbelief, “What?”  

Your throat feels tight, but you hold his gaze, “It’s the only way to keep you all safe.”  

“No!” His voice is sharp, final. “No fucking way!”  

“Six…”  

“I’m not leaving you with him., do you understand me?”   

Lloyd sighs, clearly bored. “Jesus, it’s like I’m not even here.” He leans down, brushing a hand against your cheek, just to rile your brother up. “Tell him, sweetheart. Tell him how much you want to stay with me.”  

You shiver at the touch, but you refuse to let Lloyd make this worse. “Six, please.” Your voice is barely a whisper. “I need you to trust me.”  

Six’s jaw clenches. He looks at you, really looks at you, and you can see the war raging inside him. He’s your brother, he’s always been the one protecting you. And now, you’re asking him to walk away.  

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he exhales sharply. “You don’t have to do this.”  

“I do.” Your voice is steadier this time.  

Six’s hands shake, his entire body tense, but when he looks at you, there’s a flicker of understanding. He knows you’re stubborn. He knows you wouldn’t do this unless you were sure.  

Lloyd, smug as ever, claps his hands together. “Great talk, boys and girls. Now, time to say your goodbyes.”  

You ignore him and step forward, wrapping your arms tightly around your brother. “Take care of Claire,” you whisper. “Make sure Fitzroy is okay. And… don’t come back for me.”  

Six grips you so tightly it almost hurts. “I swear to God, if he hurts you…”  

“He won’t.” you say, surprising yourself with how certain you sound.  

Six pulls back, his expression unreadable. Then, with one last burning glare at Lloyd, he turns and walks away.  

You exhale shakily, the reality of your decision sinking in.  

Lloyd chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Well, sweetheart, that was emotional. But don’t worry, you’re not gonna miss them too much.” His voice drops into something softer, almost affectionate. “I’ll take real good care of you.”  

Your stomach twists, not with fear, but with something far more dangerous.  

Because somehow, you believe him.  

Lloyd's estate is nothing like you expected.  

You thought it would be cold, sterile, just another high-security compound. Instead, it’s luxurious. Ridiculously so. Expensive leather furniture, grand chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a sprawling property.  

It feels more like a billionaire’s private getaway than the home of a ruthless mercenary.  

“You like it, sweetheart?” Lloyd’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. He’s watching you with that ever-present smirk, hands tucked casually in his pockets. “I know it’s not exactly the prison cell, you were picturing.”  

You fidget under his gaze. “It’s… nice.”  

Lloyd chuckles. “That’s the understatement of the year.” He steps closer, tilting your chin up with his finger. “But if there’s anything you want, anything at all, you just let me know. You’re mine now, and I take very good care of what’s mine.”  

Your cheeks warm, and you hate how easily he gets under your skin.  

Lloyd notices, of course. He always does. “God, you’re adorable,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You get all shy when I talk to you like this. Drives me crazy.”  

You swallow hard, refusing to meet his eyes.  

Lloyd grins. “C’mon, let’s get you settled.”  

He leads you upstairs to a bedroom that looks straight out of a luxury hotel, massive bed, soft lighting, a closet already filled with designer clothes in your size.  

You turn to him, confused. “How did you…”  

Lloyd winks. “I did my homework, sweetheart. A guy’s gotta be prepared for his girl, don’t you think?”  

Your stomach flutters at 'his girl', but you push the feeling down.  

“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this?” you admit.  

Lloyd sighs dramatically, flopping onto the bed like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Sweetheart, have you seen yourself? Of course, I’m keeping you.”  

Your face burns. “That’s not…”  

He laughs, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down beside him. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Well… mostly.” He props himself up on one elbow, his gaze softening. “Truth is, I like you. A lot. And I don’t do liking people, so congratulations, you’re special.”  

You blink at him, thrown off by his honesty.  

Lloyd smirks at your stunned expression. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m obsessed with you, sweetheart. And trust me, you’re gonna love being spoiled.”  

He proves his point almost immediately.  

Over the next few days, Lloyd makes good on his promise to take very good care of you.  

Your closet is stocked with the finest clothes, shoes, and jewelry. Your bathroom is filled with expensive perfumes and skincare products you never would’ve bought for yourself.  

But it’s not just material things.  

Lloyd makes sure you’re always comfortable, adjusting the temperature if you’re cold, making the chef cook your favorite meals, bringing you little gifts just to see you smile.  

And the affection? That’s the most overwhelming part.  

Lloyd is always touching you, making you blush.  

A hand on the small of your back when you walk past him. A teasing brush of his fingers against your cheek when you’re flustered. Pulling you onto his lap just to hold you while he talks about his day.  

And every time he catches you getting shy about it, he just grins. “God, you’re cute when you get all flustered.”  

It should be infuriating, but the worst part?  

You don’t hate it.  

And that realization is the most dangerous thing of all.  

It doesn’t take long for you to realize that Lloyd Hansen, the most arrogant, smug, and insufferable man you’ve ever met is also the softest when it comes to you.

You see it in the way he looks at you, like you hung the damn moon.

In the way he brings you coffee just the way you like it, even though you never asked.

In the way he lets you fuss over his injuries, despite grumbling about it the whole time.

Tonight is no different.

Lloyd returns from handling business, which, in his world, means doing things you don’t want to think too hard about. There’s a fresh bruise along his jaw, and a small cut above his eyebrow.

He expects you to ignore it, like everyone else does. Instead, you’re on your feet immediately, reaching for a cloth and the first-aid kit.

He groans. “Sweetheart, it’s nothing.”

You ignore him, standing between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. Gently, you dab at the cut.

Lloyd watches you, unusually quiet.

“You don’t have to do this...” he murmurs.

You glance at him, “I want to please…”

His expression shifts, something unreadable flickering across his face. For once, there’s no teasing, no smug remarks. Just silence.

You run your fingers lightly over the bruise on his jaw. “Does it hurt?”

Lloyd huffs out a soft laugh. “Not when you’re touching me.”

Your heart stutters, warmth blooming in your chest.

You don’t know what compels you to do it, but you lean in, pressing a featherlight kiss against his jaw, right where the bruise, making Lloyd freeze.

You pull back, embarrassed, “S…Sorry, I just…”

He grabs your wrist, stopping you. His fingers curl around your hand, holding it against his chest.

His heartbeat is fast and it catches your breath.

Lloyd shakes his head, his voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your pulse pounds in your ears. “Lloyd…”

His forehead presses against yours, his grip tightening like he’s terrified you’ll slip away. “You said you’d stay forever,” he murmurs. “Did you mean it?”

You swallow hard.

When you first made the deal, you thought it was a sacrifice. But now… now you’re not so sure.

Because when you look at him, when you see the way he needs you, the way he softens just for you...

You realize you don’t want to leave.

You cup his face gently. “I meant it.”

Lloyd exhales shakily, and for the first time, you see it, his vulnerability. The part of him that no one else ever gets to see.

The part of him that belongs to you.

And when he kisses you slow, deep, devoted, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

One Year Later-

You never expected to find happiness in the arms of a man like Lloyd Hansen.

But here you are, wrapped in silk sheets, his arms around you, his face buried against your neck.

He’s insufferable, constantly teasing, always smug, never shutting up about how perfect you are.

And yet, he treats you like you’re his entire world.

“You know,” he murmurs sleepily, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder, “this is the best deal I’ve ever made.”

You smile, threading your fingers through his hair. “I thought I made the deal?”

Lloyd grins against your skin. “Oh, sweetheart.” He pulls you closer, voice dripping with satisfaction. “I had no intention of ever letting you go.”

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Few days later, you never expected to see your brother again.  

It’s been a year since you made the deal with Lloyd, since Six walked away, trusting you to make your own choices, even if he hated them.  

But today, as you sit in the private lounge of an upscale restaurant, sipping a ridiculously expensive cocktail, you feel him before you even see him.  

That familiar, tense energy, the weight of his stare.  

Lloyd notices first. “Well, well,” he drawls, swirling his drink lazily. “Look what the cat dragged in.”  

You turn slowly, your breath catching as your eyes meet Six’s.  

He stands just a few feet away, arms crossed, his sharp gaze scanning you like he’s searching for something, some sign that you’re not okay, that he should grab you and run.  

But he doesn’t find it.  

Because you are okay. More than okay.  

You stand, smoothing down the silk of your dress. “Six.”  

His jaw clenches. “You look… good.”  

You smile softly. “So do you.”  

Lloyd leans back, utterly unbothered. “Aw, a little family reunion. I love this for us.”  

Six ignores him, eyes locked on you. “Are you really happy?”  

You don’t hesitate and proudly tell him, “Yes.”  

Something shifts in his expression, after all he has always been protective about you, “And you’re safe?”  

Lloyd chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart’s more than safe.” He tilts his head, smirking. “She’s spoiled rotten.”  

You roll your eyes, but… he’s not wrong. Six studies you for a long moment, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re lying. Finally, he sighs. “I still don’t like this.”  

“I know,” you say softly. “But it’s my choice.”  

Lloyd grins. “And let’s be real, she’s not going anywhere.” He winks at you, “She loves me.”  

You glare at him. “Do you have to be insufferable right now?”  

“Always, sweetheart.” He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “It’s part of my charm.”  

Six groans, running a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ.”  

You laugh, and it’s genuine. Because despite everything, this is your life now.  

And you wouldn’t change a thing.  

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[maiyz]

a pearl

yuji x reader | masterlist

01: nice binder goob

wc 0.8k

you arrived at jujutsu tech in early february, it gives you about 4 months to plan an assassination of sukunas vessel, a first year student named yuuji itadori.

your tactical boots specialized in traction and protection crunch the winter leaves below you. its just about 6am, you woke up early today.

you plan out the killing in your head. come to think about it 4 months is a lot isnt it? you typically like making it quick and simple, although you have little experience in actual killing people.

perhaps bidding your time would be the best option. jujutsu tech is filled with many powerful individuals who would most likely kill her if they knew her intentions. your biggest fear is the 10 shadows user, he appears to have the closest relationship to sukunas vessel.

at around 7am she arrived outside the classroom, where gojo sensei would be waiting to introduce her to the measly 3 first year students inside.

“everybody!” gojo shouts at a volume way too loud for 7 in the morning. “we have a new student! give her a round of applause!”

sukunas vessel and kugisaki clap lamely while fushiguro makes no attempt to indulge in gojos acts.

you enter the classroom and bow slightly before walking to the single empty desk. “thats yn zenin! which puts the first year class at 4 students! hooray!” gojo shouts.

you have no intention on talking to the other students, or anyone for that matter. while gojo talks about paired missions all you can do is fight the urge to fall asleep, maybe waking up early was a bad idea.

“ok! we have an even number of students sooo…! were gonna do paired missions! nobara and megumiii in one pair and ill supervise yuji and yn!”

is gojo ever quiet.

oh, me and sukunas vessel?

thats good. i could probably kill him easily. what about the veil though? i surely wouldnt be let out if gojo is supervising.

well its still good to figure out some information about sukunas vessel.

you enter the car driven by gojo, the mission you were assigned to is a grade 2 curse in an abandoned hospital about 45 minutes away. you stare out the window on to the dense forest near the road.

the car stops before gojo tells you and sukunas vessel to get out of the car. you stretch slightly when getting out due to sitting for too long before starting to walk to the mission site.

gojo lowers his veil trapping you and sukunas vessel, hopefully he doesnt like. kill you or smth.

you walk around looking for a 2nd grade curse, checking the patients rooms, waiting room, the roof. although you just cant put your finger on where it is.

while youre looking, sukunas vessel keeps blabbering on and on, to the point where youre starting to tune him out.

he taps your shoulder which throws you off guard, causing you to step back away from him quickly.

“just trying to ask a question” sukunas vessel says.

i thought he was gonna kill me. he couldve just now.

“what.”

“why did you become of a sorcerer?”

theres a brief silence before you say. “its none of your business”

“thats fine, you remind me of fushiguro in a way! youre both very grumpy you know?”

after about a couple minutes of fighting with the curse you end up surviving the mission relatively unharmed, sukunas vessel took most of your heavy hits for you.

you and sukunas vessel end up both going to ms leiri for her expertise in reverse cursed technique. not that you needed it, you just tagged along.

you tagged along because you had to. not because you wanted to.

you, the other 2 firsts years, and sukunas vessel get treated to. revolver sushi. or something similar to that. you expected this is be a gun shop or maybe the name of a brand, not a type of restaurant.

“what you and kugisaki never been to a revolving sushi place? you have to go its so cool! its for the experience!” (ita)

“they dont have those where i grew up. revolving sushi is cheap isnt it? lets go somewhere expensive since gojo sensei is paying” (kugi)

“but i want it! its not about how expensive it is, its about the experience!” (ita)

“you say that until you get food poisoning.” (kugi)

“you agree with me, right zenin!??” (ita)

you shake your head in disagreement.

“see i told you! zenin agreed, were gonna get steak!” (kugi)

“when did zenin agree to get steak” (fushi)

“shut your mouth.” (kugi)

extra!

lol im so stupid instead of ln i just use zenin frigg

can u tell dialogue is my least fav thing ever. ngl everything non smau is.mmmlol

my friend said i was the type to read ao3 and bl. i ask her hiw did she know what that meant and she was like. i have my sources. ok freak

i played volleyball and i hit it and it bounce onto my face or smth ow

my chromebook got power washed wuess by who. me. i did on accident my bad 💔✌️

took soso long for this I SPENT LJKE 2 weeks. next chapter in 6 weeks stay stuned

ok gn.

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yeah yeah very nice and all the legend stuff and sky's upcoming stuff, but imagine riding warriors so hard and so well that he ends up whinning like the pillow princess we all know he is, like, i look at him and I just want to please him until I ruin his pretty boy face with tears of pleasure<3

Not gonna lie I wrote this like 6 different times cause something just kept feeling off. Turns out you just gotta get out of the forest every once in a while <3

Take a Seat

(Wars x Reader)

Warnings: Self-explanatory smut with Wars having a boner basically the whole time. <3 Also a small tidbit of non-con touching.

“Watch out!!”

Wars quickly rolled out of the way, a large boulder crashing into the ground where he just was. The whole room shaking violently as he raises his shield, covering himself as more fiery stones rain down on him, threatening to crush him where he stands. He planted his feet, digging his heels into the rocky soil and using both hands to firmly keep the shield up as he tried to look for the others.

A sharp cry rang out and his feet started moving before he even knew who it was that had yelled. Through the flames he could see you crouched low on the ground, struggling to keep your shield over you as one of the larger rocks slammed down on you. Knees shaking as you fought to stay upright against the heavy weight before it hit the ground beside you. With a clear destination, he reached you in record time, sliding in next to you as he yanked you into his chest, shoving his shield up next to yours to create a larger barrier of protection over your heads. 

“Are you hurt”

You shake your head, trying to make yourself as small as possible next to him as you both wait out the pseudo-storm that ends as quickly as it started. 

Wars lowers his shield cautiously, helping you back up to your feet as a fire keese makes a dive for him. You quickly notch an arrow, shooting it down before Wars can get his sword back in his hands.

“Gods I can't wait to be done with this place!” Wars groans out, wiping sweat off of his forehead. “And if I have to see another one of those blasted bats I'm throwing myself in the lava!”

You snort at his dramatics, “You mean to say our mighty Captain can't take a bit of heat?”

Wars gives you his best smile, holding up his left hand that you knew had the large scar underneath. “Oh don't worry doll face, I'm hot enough for this whole mountain.”

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful shove as Wind calls you from across the room. “Come on guys! We found the exit!”

Everyone is quick to follow the young sailor along with Hyrule who lead you to the large exit in the other room. The midday sun stinging your eyes as you all crawl your way out from the depths of Death Mountain. Soot and dirt filled the air still far too warm for comfort. The only true reprieve being that there is no longer any active threat of being caught on fire or tripping into lava.

Layers of clothing were immediately pulled off the moment the opportunity presented itself. Cloaks and armour being the first things to go, followed by tunics, metal jewelry, shirts and any other fire protective clothing that was no longer needed

Bottoms stayed on. A hard and fast rule Time had set after a rather embarrassing incident a few weeks back that only some members of the chain were ever able to laugh about. Pants were exchanged for shorts though for anyone able to do so while most of the group settled for just settling with what they had.

Wars plopped onto a large boulder jutting out from the ground, rolling up the legs of his pants a bit before somewhat neatly storing his stuff inside of his bag. The smell of smoke was a pain to get out of clothes and Warriors groaned at the thought of smelling like a walking campfire for who knows how long. He just hoped that they would be able to do some laundry before the smell spread to his whole bag. Though he supposed if given the opportunity this very moment he probably wouldn't take it. 

He was exhausted, and so was everyone else given the ways half of them were strewn about in various stages of napping which Wars was strongly considering joining in on. So he settled onto the ground, using the rock he had just been perched on as a backrest with arms loosely folded over his chest. He ignored the small rocks that dug into his legs, or how the rock was still a bit too hot against the bare skin of his back. He was just so damn tired that for once none of it seemed to matter. All that mattered was that his eyes were heavy, and his brothers were safe. 

He did a quick scan of the group, mentally reassuring that they were indeed all safe as his eyes really only fell to you. You were a little off on your own and looked just as exhausted as he felt as you peeled off the last layer of your top to expose your bare midsection and a nasty red mark on your shoulder blade.

Oh you little liar. 

With a new wave of energy, Wars shoves his hand into his bag. Rummaging through it till he finds the small canister of ointment and a large bandage before he moves to sit beside you. His fingers brushing your hair over your shoulder to take a better look at the blistering burn.

“Thought you said you were fine.” 

“I am…or at least I was..” you murmur, pouting as you avoided eye contact with him.

Wars couldn’t help but chuckle. It was the same thing Mask used to do when hiding an injury from him during the war. The young hero, now grown ass adult a few feet from him, hated admitting that he needed help which had taught Wars to simply give it rather than trying to convince the kid he needed to simply ask for assistance. 

Wars however, remembered a few seconds too late, that you were not Mask and was now stuck in a rather odd predicament. 

Without thinking, he had reached over, scooped you right off the ground and straight onto his lap. Hands still poised around your hips as his mind began screaming at him the moment he physically felt your bottom press against the now growing strain in his trousers.

Oh no. Ohhhhh shit shit shit don't think about it. DON'T think about it!

Warriors took a deep breath, trying to remain calm while his heart rate skyrocketing. Hands quickly letting go of your hips like the contact had burned him worse than any of the fire monsters they had dealt with today. 

You had gone impossibly rigid, hands placed down on his knees that kept some of your weight off of him. Spine so straight, one poke and it could snap in half.

Oh but you'd love to break her back under the right circumstan-

NO.

No. It would be fine. He was clearly just overthinking it. He was just trying to help you with your injury, nothing more than that. If he could just stay cool then there would be no need to panic.

You awkwardly turned your head to the side so you could see him. “Y-you don't have to-”

“It's fine,” He said with practiced ease. If there was one thing he was good at, it was hiding panic. And as you were already sat on top of him, it was too far to turn back now. “I don't mind.”

You nodded, still looking a bit skeptical but made no attempts to dissuade him. Taking that as a sign that you were indeed okay with him helping, he brushed away the lingering strands of hair and uncapped the bottle of ointment.

You winced at the initial contact, shoulders raised to your ears to try and flee from the coldness of the medicine. He tried again only to get a lessened version of the same reaction. It didn't deter him though, giving you a split moment before he gently rubbed it into your skin. His other hand, having found the curve of your waist, rubbing small circles to try and distract you from the stinging pain.

It didn't take long before your shoulders slowly dropped, the muscles along your spine relaxing enough till even your hands stopped supporting your weight. Letting you rest entirely against him as he applied more of the cream.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep at bay the shiver that raced through him. Thinking of anything else besides the way your hips fit against his or how the goddess blessed curve of your ass pressed into him. And he definitely wasn't thinking about how much he wished he could just grab your hips and-

Oh Hylia he was so incredibly fucked. 

He snatched up the bandage, having enough self control to apply it gently over the injury before practically shoving you off of him. Knees coming straight up to his chest as he prayed to Hylia that you wouldn’t see the large bulge you had just been sitting on. 

“Uhm, thanks. That actually feels a lot better.”

“No problem.”

Neither of you looked at the other as Time called for everyone to start getting up. He watched as you walked off towards Four as he tried to come up with a quick solution to hide the rather obvious bulge. All he could think of was his shirt, so he begrudgingly threw it back on, wearing it loosely instead of tucked in so that it would hopefully cover it. And if anyone asked? It was simply to protect his skin.

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Wars sat on one of the tall bar stools in the Inns dining room, picking at the food he had been given though he hadn't taken a bite in probably 10 minutes. His mind too preoccupied with thoughts of you to concentrate on anything else.

He had avoided you like a pack of cuckoos the entire trek back down Death Mountain. Putting as much distance between the two of you as he possibly could until he could 1) calm himself down and 2) stop getting worked up every time he thought about it.

He was still working on that second one.

Adjusting his tunic for what felt like the 20th time that hour he sloshed back his drink, idling tapping on the now empty glass. The cool condensation sliding down to drip onto his fingers. Just like the way he could see the small beads of sweat roll down the length of your back. Wetting the plush soft skin underneath his fingertips despite the harsh environments. The way you fit so perfectly against him and Hylia the way your hips had moved. He wondered what sort of excuses he could come up with to get you on his lap again. Slowly building his way up till he could get you underneath him.

Wars hit his forehead, playing it off as simply trying to keep himself awake. He was still clearly exhausted, but after 2 hours of sleep evading him to replay the events of today in his mind on repeat, he decided to try and see if a snack and warm drink would help clear his head. Unfortunately it only seemed to have the opposite effect. Not only giving him space to freely think about you without the others around, but apparently encouraging it further into what could be happening if he ever decided to stop chickening out and admit his feelings for you. 

Because he did. Not at first, though he has always found you attractive, but over time it was staring him in the face. To the way his stomach would do flips whenever you walked next to him, or how his heart fluttered at the sound of your laugh. And if you dared to smile at him? It was a miracle his heart hasn't stopped working. 

He had fallen and fallen hard and it was infuriating.

He was the Captain, the strategist of the group that were all counting on him to keep it together. He couldn't afford to get distracted. No matter how badly he wanted to feel you against him. Grinding down on him so hard it-

He adjusted his tunic…again.

Its only gonna go away if you STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!

He crossed his arms on the counter in front of him, resting his forehead down with a frustrated groan. Might as well make himself comfortable here right? At the rate he was going it wasn’t like he was going to be getting any actual sleep soon anyway. A tap on his shoulder was followed by a thin hand resting on his bicep. He looked up to see 2 women standing on either side of him. Both had long brown hair though the one on his right with her hand on his arm had a much darker shade that looked almost black in this lighting. And both of them were currently looking him up and down like starving wolfos. 

“Oh honey you are much too cute to look so upset.” 

“Yeah, why so down handsome?”

Even with the odd tingling under his skin from where the woman’s hand was, Wars threw on his best smile for them, leaning back so that his arm slipped out from under her palm.

“No need to worry about me ladies.” He assured them with as much charm as he could muster. It was a poor attempt, one even they could probably see straight through yet it didn't seem to deter them as they both stepped a bit closer. One lightly grabbing his arm while the other dragged a finger down his shoulder.

“Awww, poor guy. We can always help cheer you up.”

“Mhmm I like that idea”

Gulping down the lump forming in his throat that felt too dry, he gently tried to push off their hands. Only for them to latch on to him again.

“T-that won't be necessary I can assure you.” He stammered out, stirring on his seat.

“Oh come on. What better way to get over someone than getting over someone else?” She whispered, tugging in his shirt a bit.

“Or between” The other purred in his ear and War's tried not to cringe at the proximity. He tried to laugh, playing it cool until he could slip away and go hide back in his own room with some of the others.

“Oh hey Ca- uhhh sorry didn't mean to uhh…interrupt?”

Maybe the Vet was right and Hylia did just hate them.

His neck spun so hard it cracked. Eyes wide as he saw you standing only a foot away in your night clothes. The ends of your hair still damp that left small wet patches on your shirt. Your eyes awkwardly shifted between him and the two women he was sandwiched between.

“(Y/n)! Hey, what are you doing down here?”

The two women finally let go of him, allowing him room to quickly beckoning you over. You come do so without hesitation, brushing right past the women who were now glaring at you with disgust.

“Couldnt sleep.” You stated, grabbing the hand that was still on his shoulder and flinging it off of him. “Figured I'd get a glass of milk or some. Why are you up?”

“Great minds think alike it seems.”

You hummed but your attention was still in the 2 women who seemed to need a more direct approach at being told to leave.

“Sorry, but can I help you?” You asked with a bite to your voice.

“Who us? We were just keeping your friend company.” Her tone eerily sweet as she tried to brush his arm again. You latched onto her wrist, shoving it away from him.

“How sweet of you. But it looks to me like you've overstayed your ‘welcome’ a bit. Have a good night.” You waved goodbye at them with a fake smile. Thankfully, they took the hint. Walking away with their eyes rolling and a short scoff.

“You have impeccable timing.”

“And you apparently really are too pretty for your own good.”

You both chuckle, the atmosphere around you lightening

“Can I buy you that drink for saving my ass?”

“*gasp* language Captain!” You tease, “but sure, why not.” You glance around, realizing that the only empty seats were on the other side of the room. 

Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the drink he had earlier but for the second time that day, Wars brain didn't quite think through his actions. He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer till you were between his legs and sat against one of his thighs. Unlike earlier though he made sure to keep enough space between you and him. Just in case.

You had other plans though. You leaned into him, wrapping an arm over his shoulders as you put whispered into his ear.

“Ya know Pretty Boy, if you want me to sit on your lap, all you gotta do is ask.”

Heat spread down to the tips of his shoulders and he gaped like a Hylian trout out of water. “I..I didn't…”

“I don't mind ya know,” the heat of your breath tickling against his skin. “There's a lot of things I'd do if you ask nicely enough.”

He swallowed dry air, that all too familiar stiffness returning beneath his clothes. “Yeah?” He whispered back, trying not to shiver when your hand lightly drummed on his shoulder. “Like what?”

He was playing with fire. Fire he should have dowsed hours ago. Weeks ago the moment he knew he had started catching feelings for you. But if you were the one to burn him he would run straight into the flames. So when you got to your feet, offering your hand to him he took it without question. Letting you lead him straight through the small room and up the stairs that creaked every few steps.

It was a blessing that Time has let you have your own room for the night. And a larger blessing that it only took a minute before you were opening the door and ushering him inside.

He could hear the door shut behind him as he strolled into the room. It was…a room. Bed, dresser, nightstand, everything a typical inn would have and nothing more. Feet planted into the wood floor it almost felt like he was back in training, standing at attention as higher-ups patrolled around to find any sort of flaw. He could feel your eyes on him as the distinct sound of the latch clicked into place.

“Well?” You asked. Fingers ghosting over his elbow as you came around to stand in front of him. “What do you wanna ask me?”

He cleared his throat, a bit nervous. “What can I ask?”

Your fingers left goosebumps on his arms as you ghosted over his forearms. “That all depends on what you want.” You explain, stepping forward till you were only an inch away from him. Wars lifts his hands, tapping his fingers against you as if to rest if he would be burned or not. But you were cool to the touch. A relief to the hot fire inside of him.

“Can I kiss you?”

You breathe out a yes, coming up on the tips of your toes to bring his face closer to yours. He grabs your face with both hands, lips ghosting over yours before kissing you softly.

It was soft, timid really. Not the kind of kiss you would expect from the group's so-called ‘ladies man'. But then again this was Wars and sure he could be flirty but deep down you couldn't recall a time he had ever tried to push for more than was given.

You deepened the kiss, swiping your tongue across his lower lip till he grants you access. He tastes like peppermint with the lingering hue of the alcohol you know he had earlier.  You pull away, kissing a line from his mouth down to his neck.

“You could ask to touch me…or ask me to touch you if you prefer.” 

“Surprise me” You chuckle at the slight trembling in his voice as your hands dipped beneath the edge of his shirt before lifting it up. He takes it off, tossing it aside before he reconnects your lips, hands beginner to roam up and down the curve of your sides. You sigh into his mouth, letting him snag your lip to give it a soft suck that makes you moan softly.

Pulling him towards the bed, you give his chest a soft push so he sits down, eyes looking up at you with a hazed curiousity.

“How about I take care of that little ���problem’ you've had today hmm?”

His face is a bright red now which is cute as you grab his knees, pushing them open to slot yourself between them. Kneeling down on the floor as your hands rubb up and down his thighs. His breath hitching as he watches you unbuckle his belt, finger poised around the waist.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He shakes his head as you pull down, releasing his cock into the open air. Cheeks flushing as you lick your lips, dipping your head lower and lower till your mouth brushed against the sensitive skin. Wars titled his head back, gripping onto the sheets as your tongue licked him from base to head, swirling around the top before repeating the motions.

“Hah- shit.” He moans when your lips wrap around his head, slowly taking as much of him in your mouth as you can, using your hand the rest of the way till you reach the base. 

Panting up at the ceiling, he leans back on his elbow as a hand comes atop your head that was now bobbing up and down. He stares up at the ceiling, knowing if he looks down at you, sees your beautiful eyes while his cock is in your mouth he'll be finished and goddesses he'd do anything to keep feeling your warmth mouth on him. But as you hollow your cheeks, sucking down harder he couldn't help himself. Fumbled curses leave his mouth as he looks down at you, his hips bucking up on accident that makes him hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck- s-sorry!”

Your eyes drag up to his, humming some sort of response that Wars has no clue the meaning behind. All he knows is he has to let go of your head, hand clenched so hard into the mattress his knuckles are white to keep himself from grabbing your hair and fucking your mouth. 

He breathed out your name. “K-keep doing that and I-i wont last long sweetheart... ”

Hands gently grabbed your face, trying to guide you off but you swatted them away, pinning down his hips with a defiant stare that had him shaking. And when he felt the back of your throat again he came undone. Gasping your name as he came, watching as you happily drank it all down before finally popping off of him with a sly smile, wiping at the corner of your mouth.

Holy Hylia you were going to ruin him.

You opened your mouth for another snarky comment but yelped when Wars yanks you up to him, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you. He kicks his bottoms off the rest of the way, lifting your tunic off till it joins his clothes on the floor. His lips leaving yours to suck along your neck that made your knees go weak. Wars bends down, picks you up off the floor to lay you on the bed. Hovering over you as his mouth finds your chest, kissing the space between your breasts that were being massaged by deft fingers. Back arching when he pinches you nipple as they slid down to the top of your leggings.

“May I?”

“Please”

He pulls them down slowly, shimming himself down till he could kiss your navel. Hands spreading your thighs and without any warning his mouth is on your already wet cunt.

“Link~!” 

Gone was the timidness from the first kiss. This man knew exactly what he was doing as he dived in, lips clasped around your clit to suck firmly. Your hand clutched onto his hair, tugging on it with the same force as his sucking as you panted.

“Should of done this hours ago” he murmured against you. The vibration of his voice only increasing the growing heat that seeped out of you that he was quick to lick away. “Goddesses you taste good.”

“Fuuuck! Link please I need you!”

“Eager much?” He teased. “What happened to asking nicely?”

“Fuck you- ha!”

Delivering a harsh suck he pulls himself up, kissing you gently. “Gladly.” You can feel him against your inner thigh, but a thought has you pushing against him, forcing him back till his ass hit the mattress. You crawled onto his lap, hovering just above the head of his dick that still leaked with cum and saliva. You teasingly slid down, letting it slide through your folds as Wars groaned. 

You let your head fall to his shoulder, kissing along till you reached his throat. His arms wrapped around you, tracing up and down your spine as you slowly rocked your hips along his length. 

“Seem a bit tense Cap, why don't you just relax and let me take care of you”

No

“Cant if you're gonna just keep teasing me like this sweetheart.” He said through gritted teeth as you lightly rocked back and forth.

“And you said I was eager~”

You pressed a kiss to the front of his throat, letting your tongue slide all the way up to his jaw. Wars shivered, grabbing onto your waist to try and lift you up. You let him, but stubbornly refused to lower yourself back down.

“Ah ah ah” You tutted into his ear. “Remember what I said? Ask nicely.”

You could feel his eyes roll, fingers digging into your sides as he tried to coax your hips back down. “Fiiiine,” He whined, letting his hands drop to your thighs, rubbing them apologetically.  “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Can I feel you?”

Lips collided with his, capturing his bottom lip as you slowly lowered yourself on to him. The head of his cock prodded at your entrance before you let it slowly slip inside. You both moaned, hiding your face in his shoulder as your walls stretched to his size. You slid further down, going till he was completely buried inside of you.

“Holy Hylia. Youre so fucking tight” He groaned, pressing a few kisses to your temple. You stayed still for a few seconds, nipping at his neck before lifting yourself up and sliding back down, easily slipping into a slow rhythm

It only took a minute before the hero of warriors was a blubber mess beneath you. Moans and whines pouring from his lips as you kept up your pace. His hair a messily tossed around from when you had grabbed it earlier that completed the picture of the perfect hero being reduced down to a puddle by your touch.

You lifted your hips, letting him slide almost all the way out of you before slamming back down on him. Wars threw his head back as a loud moan was ripped from his throat. You smirked against his neck, doing it again and again, picking up your pace with each one.

“Fuck, please don't stop!” He whined, roughly grabbing your hips to help guide you up and down his shaft. You let him, focusing on your pace while sucking on the spot just below his ear. Hands dragging through his hair as you added a slight roll to your hips and you for a moment, you thought you had broken him.

Small tears rolled down his cheeks. His mouth hanging open as he heavily pants for air. 

“Look at you, asking so nicely,” You cooed, watching the way he twitched at another rolled motion of your hips. “Keep making those sounds for me okay?”

He nods, whimpering as you praise him. His hips jerking upwards into you, slamming his cock further inside of you that hits just right.  Your nails digging into his shoulders till the coil inside of you snaps. Liquid covering him and sliding down your thighs that burned as they continued to support your work. 

“Shit Im..I’m…fuck (y/n) please~” He whined, hips jerking upwards again to meet yours. 

“So polite” You teased, slowing down just enough for him to notice. “It's alright, tell me what you want.”

“Can I…? Please~, please I..Im so close”

“Since you asked so nicely” You picked up your pace, going faster than your original speed. Your walls clenched around him perfectly till tears ran down his face, mixing with the sweat that clung to his skin and now very messy hair. He brought his knees up behind you as he squirmed underneath you. You leaned down just enough to give another open mouth kiss to the front of his throat. “Cum for me? I wanna make you feel good.”

That was all he needed to tip over the edge. His body went rigid as you felt his cum squirt inside of you. You slowed your movement, working him through his orgasm until the exhaustion hit and you slumped against him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as you both collapsed down into the bed. Keeping each other close as you're lulled into a blissful oblivion.

[raenosu]

Didn’t You Love Me?

Dazai x Y/n You think dazais cheating on you genre: angst TW: angst, not rlly nsfw (it talks abt moaning),

Dazai keeps checking on his phone. Every time you talk, his eyes are locked in on his phone.

In fact, that wasnt the only suspicious thing.

He stopped hanging out with you as much. You two used hang out every second. As if you two were chained together, but now, that chain broke, and he’s been more distant than ever.

His glaze was always on his phone now, and Everytime there was a “bzzt” he would instantly grab his phone and start typing away.

You were skeptical. Very skeptical, it’s like your the third wheel now, in your own relationship too, and you were done with this.

Weeks pass since your initial thought of cheating, and in this particular day, you got off early. As you walk back to your apartment, you couldn’t wait to see Dazai again, he was the only thing keeping you alive after all.

As you unlock the door, you see two pairs of shoes in the doorway. Weird. You think. As you step into your shared apartment, you see the light turned on in your bedroom along with… moans? Yeah. Moans.

Your heart shattered. It broke in a million pieces that no one could pick up. After 3 years of dating, this really happens? You knew for a fact Dazai was a red flag, but he never cheated. Never. This was new.

As your hands grab the door handle, you swing the door open as years stride down your eyes.

As you look, you see Dazai, with a women. Worst part is, they were doing It. The women’s moans stopped as both Dazai and the unnamed beauty turned to look at you. One face is shocked, and the other is even more shocked.

The tears in your eyes didn’t stop. You tried to stop them. They couldn’t. You walk up to the two of them. “I need to talk to you samu… now.” You mutter, you didn’t have any strength left, not even in your voice.

As you two walk out of the bedroom and to the Kitchen, you see the women scurry out of your apartment. You were too heartbroken to care though, as tears kept on shedding through your eyes.

“Why…? Didn’t you love me?” You say. Your voice breaking apart. Dazai looked at you, his eyes as cold as ice, but you see the tiniest bit of light in those eyes. “People just gotta move on.” He says sternly. That broke your heart even more. You were about to crash out. You couldn’t do this anymore.

You broke down, your breath heavy, as you sank down to your knees, Dazais heart shattering a little bit. “I just don’t love you anymore.” He coldly says. The harshness of his voice piercing through your skull and your ears.

All those moments, gone, disappeared. Just like that. You hated this, you hated this so much. You were too tired to speak up though, and for a few moments, you two just stood like that.

“Leave then.” You say. His eyes don’t change at all, they’re cold now, he doesn’t love you anymore. “Okay.” He says, and he starts packing his stuff.

When he’s done, he grabs his suitcase and flings the door open. “Goodbye then.” He says. You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t, your breath was shaky, your heart was cold. You couldn’t do anything anymore.

“good… bye.” You say, as you watch him leave through the door.

If only you knew though, if only you knew that as he said all those words, tears were trying so hard not to escape. If only it was that simple.

Dazai had to protect you though. This was for a good cause. If only though, if only you knew the true story.

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Should I make a part two? (I probably will though)

also two posts in a day is a new record 🎉

[makeila04]

Black Ops Boys and how I realistically have a relationship with:

Ok, ok, I saw this idea from @quizzyisdone and @softcallofdutyimagines, so, even though no one asked me, I also want to do my version of Black Ops Boys and how I realistically have a relationship with them.

Alex Mason: Well, honestly, I don’t think I could be his girlfriend or anything. Sorry, I’d be scared. I’ve been with people with mental health issues before, and I have a strong limit and fear around that. I completely understand it wasn’t his fault, but I’m sorry. HOWEVER, I could definitely be his friend. I love helping, and he strikes me as one of the kindest and gentlest of the group. He’s already a father, but that doesn’t bother me. I couldn’t be David’s stepmom, but I could be like the cool aunt. I love him; the Masons give me such warm feelings.

4/10 (Couldn’t have a relationship, but we’d have a nice friendship.)

Frank Woods: Honestly, he wouldn’t be my first choice, but I wouldn’t rule out falling for him. Maybe at first, we’d clash a lot, but with some common ground, we could gradually connect. I’m not a fan of burgers, but I’d definitely go out to eat with him or have burgers sitting on the car in some deserted spot at night. If he likes cleaning guns or something, I’d help him, ask questions, and if he lets me, I’d even assist. I love how direct and honest he is because I’m the same way. The good thing is that I could trust him from minute one because of this. I love his rugged style, so despite initial differences, we could definitely click. He probably smells like strong deodorant, strong cologne, or maybe even sweat sometimes—love that. You’d probably find him lifting weights or something, but I could sit nearby while he works out or does anything. A recurring plan would definitely be going to a bar at night, which I love, by the way. Sometimes I feel like he’s too rude or childish, but I think I have enough tolerance for that. Also, your sex life with him would be super active, but maybe exhausting—maybe too rough or passionate, but he knows what he’s doing. He’d treat you well for sure, a god in bed, though maybe rough or very much his own way. I’d love to hug him and cuddle with him anywhere. I love his beard, by the way, and his humor.

8.5/10 (I don’t have many complaints, but I feel like the beginning might be tough.)

Russell Adler: On the contrary, maybe unlike many, I feel like he’s the one I’d get along with best. Maybe because he and my dad are both ENTJs… and seriously, I played BO6 often predicting his dialogue or actions just because it’s the same thing my dad would do. I feel like I could handle him well and without issues. I’m quite introverted, and the fact that he’s extroverted makes me fall for him even more. I understand that he probably isn’t 100% the same guy we see in the games (since we see him working and in high-risk situations), but he’d probably be calmer in real life. I do think he’d be a VERY possessive boyfriend, but honestly, I wouldn’t have a problem with that. Mind you, I don’t think he’d get jealous because you have friends—Adler is too self-assured at 54 to worry about that. But he’d definitely be VERY protective, maybe because of you, maybe because of his work and everything he’s been through. Again, I don’t have a problem with that. I don’t think it would be an easy relationship, precisely because of everything he’s been through (divorce, MK-Ultra, betrayal multiple times, etc.), but I’ve got my own baggage too, so I’d try to remind him that we’re a team and support each other. I also think that, at least because of my age, the relationship would be more like a sugar daddy situation. If you see something you like, you get it—no doubt. He’d also give you gifts for any reason or just because something reminded him of you. Also, like with Woods, I feel like the sex life would be super active, especially because I’m young (and inexperienced). I feel like if I told him that, it would only make him more possessive and maybe even more into me because of the age difference. A god in bed, no doubt. Seriously, I feel like if you win this man over, he’d find the age difference more attractive than anyone else.

10/10 (Honestly, I love him. And me being an INTJ, ENTJs are my weakness.)

Jason Hudson: Honestly, I think he’s a know-it-all, which generally isn’t my type… but I’m very curious, so even though I feel like he’s calmer than ALL the others, that also has its own charm for me, in his own way. I imagine if I were his girlfriend, I’d be sitting on his lap while he’s in his home office or something, hugging him. I don’t think he’d be the most passionate; I feel like he’s more focused on his work. But like with Adler, I prefer that and men who are focused on their work, as long as they don’t smother me. So for Adler and Hudson, that’s a plus for me. I don’t think he’d be the most passionate, but he definitely wouldn’t say no some nights… if he doesn’t overwork himself. I also think he tries to take care of his sleep. He’d probably treat you super well, and he’s definitely a walking encyclopedia who knows practically everything and has an answer for everything. I don’t think he’d lose his cool over any problem you have—he’s used to MUCH more stressful things. I do think he has a lot of patience, but he’s way too serious.

7/10 (If you like more serious men and dating someone who’s probably the boss both at work and at home, then he’s great. But maybe he’s too serious for me. I’d give him extra points if we were friends, but as a boyfriend, I think it’d be more complicated sometimes.)

Grigori Weaver: Honestly, I love him. I share a lot of traumas and fears with Weaver (I don’t want to go too deep into personal stuff, but let’s say I relate way too much). I think if he fell in love with me and stopped being a womanizer, it’d be the best. The issue is that at first, it’d be hard for me to trust him in a relationship because, well, he’s a womanizer. Keep in mind I also don’t have much experience. My fear would be being just another name on his list, but honestly, Weaver hasn’t been a womanizer by choice. In his case, I think even if he wanted a stable relationship, his life just didn’t allow it.

Still, if I were his girlfriend, I’d probably spend all day sitting on his lap while he works or does something. I heard he’s a good mechanic, so I’d be by his side if he’s fixing a car or something, asking him what he’s doing and how it works. I’d love to hug him all day, whether in bed, on the couch, in a chair—whatever. I don’t care; I love hugs, and I know Weaver loves them too, even if he’d never ask for one. I’m very much into physical touch, and I love his beard (I’m obsessed with Weaver in Black Ops 6, what can I say?), so I’d spend all day touching it—his beard, his hair, everything about him. I love cooking, and I’d love to cook some traditional Soviet dish for him.

It’d be a challenge, but I’d do it, though it’d be better if I had direct help—I’d make him help me, haha. I notice Weaver has a lot of trauma, and sometimes it’s hard for him to express it, especially if no one listens. But as someone who’s had the same issue for years, I’d try to help him and encourage him to move forward, even though losses hurt and we can’t make the pain go away, we can make it bearable together. Seriously, this guy is extremely loyal and kind—he even set Woods up on a date. Do you think this guy wouldn’t do anything for me if I were his girlfriend? He’s desperate for a genuine, real human connection. Imagine how he’d be if he got it.

He’s been saving Maxis since 1979 until 1991—this guy is loyal and perseverant. I also think because of all this, he’s very protective, and you already know I love that.I don’t think he’d be as intense sexually in terms of frequency, maybe compared to Adler or Woods, but this guy definitely has a master’s degree in sex. He’d do anything to me; the question would be whether I could handle it or not, and honestly, I’m scared to answer that myself. If you enjoy sex with him, that’s for sure, but I don’t think he’d brag about it. I also don’t think the age difference would bother him—in fact, I don’t think he’d even think about it. He wouldn’t care

10/10 (I feel like we’d fit really well and be super sweet together.) (Hopefully, we’d work through our traumas together.)

Lazar: Seeing how he treated Park in Cold War, I feel like he’d overwhelm me a lot at first. It’d be hard for me to fall for him quickly, no matter how charming he is. Yes, I like him; yes, I’m physically attracted to him; yes, I love that because of his size, he’s a GIANT BEAR FULL OF HAIR; and yes, I like his personality. It’s just that being so intense is a downside for someone like me. Maybe he’s just not my type, and that’s it. Also, way too extroverted for my taste—I have limits, sorry.

If I saw him in person, I’d first get lost in his eyes, then become aware of how small I am next to him, and while that would excite me, it’d also intimidate me, haha. Even though I don’t think he’s as much of a womanizer as Weaver, I do feel like he wouldn’t be too committed unless he wanted to be. Nope, you can’t change him. So maybe if you want something more casual and without commitment, you’d like him more. Again, he’s not my type for a formal relationship. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy it, haha. I do think he’d be overly sweet or maybe demand too much of my attention, which would drive me crazy. I feel like he’d be very sweet both in and out of bed, and he’d probably give you gifts or take you out on dates often—very tender.

5.7/10 (If you’re looking for something casual and a guy who’s VERY attentive to you, he’d probably be more your type. Unfortunately, not mine.)

+Bonus

William Peck: I always hated him in Cold War but in Black Ops 6 I honestly like him (I'm still waiting for a backstab but ok). He has a shitty character that I barely tolerate but ironically that makes me laugh. He's too smart and conceited. I usually get irritated by know-it-alls BUT at the same time that about Peck and his humor makes me like him. I wouldn't be his girlfriend for anything, but if he asked me out on a date I would definitely accept. Who knows, it could even be fun. Specially if you're interested in spending 2 hours listening to someone like a fucking living podcast. I would honestly love to challenge him intellectually.

I wouldn't have sex with him even if they paid me.

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Ok ok, le vi esta idea a @quizzyisdone y a @softcallofdutyimagines asi que, aunque nadie me preguntó, yo también quiero hacer mi versión de Black Ops Boys and how I realistically have a relationship with

Alex Mason: bueno, honestamente no creo que pudiera ser su novia o algo. Perdón, me daría miedo, he estado con gente con problemas mentales antes y tengo un límite muy fuerte y miedo. Entiendo completamente que no fue su culpa, pero lo siento. PERO si que sin duda podría ser su amiga. Me encanta ayudar, además se me hace de los más amables y gentiles, ya es padre pero no me molesta. No podría ser madrastra de David pero si como esa tía cool. Lo amo, me dan ternura los Mason. 

4/10 (no podría tener una relación pero sí una linda amistad)

Frank Woods: Honestamente no sería mi primera opción pero no descartaría que pudiera enamorarme de él. Tal vez al inicio choquemos demasiado, pero con cosas en común podríamos ir conectando poco a poco. No soy fan de las hamburguesas pero podría ir a comer con él sin duda o comer hamburguesas sentados sobre el auto en alguna noche y descampado. Si le gusta limpiar armas o algo podría ayudarlo, curiosear y preguntar y si me deja hasta ayudar. Amo que sea tan directo y honesto porque soy igual, lo bueno es que podría confiar en él desde el minuto uno por esto. Amo su estilo rudo así que sin duda, a pesar de diferencias iniciales, podríamos congeniar. Seguramente huele a desodorante fuerte, perfume fuerte o tal vez hasta sudor algunas veces, amo.

Seguro lo encuentras haciendo pesas o algo pero podría sentarme cerca mientras hace ejercicio o cualquier cosa. Seguramente un plan recurrente sea ir a algún bar de noche, plan que amo por cierto. A veces siento que es muy grosero o infantil pero creo que tengo la suficiente tolerancia. Además que tu vida sexual con él sería mega activa, pero tal vez agotadora, tal vez muy rudo o pasional pero sabe lo que hace, te trataría bien sin duda, un dios en la cama aunque tal vez rudo o muy a su manera. Amaría abrazarlo y estar con él acurrucada donde sea, amo su barba por cierto y su humor.

8.5/10 (No tengo muchas quejas, solo siento que podría costar el inicio)

Russell Adler: Al contrario, tal vez, que muchos, yo siento que sería con el que mejor podría congeniar. Tal vez porque él y mi padre sean ENTJ… y en serio, jugué BO6 adelantandome muchas veces a sus diálogos o acciones solamente porque es lo mismo que haría mi papá. Siento que con esto podría sobrellevarlo bien y sin problema. Soy bastante introvertida y que él sea extrovertido hace que me enamore más. Entiendo que seguramente no sea al 100% el mismo tipo que vemos en los juegos (porque ahí lo vemos trabajando y situaciones de riesgo) pero seguramente sería más tranquilo. Si creo que sería un novio MUY posesivo pero honestamente no tendría problema, ojo, no creo que se ponga celoso porque tienes amigos, Adler es muy seguro de sí mismo como para preocuparse por eso a los 54 años. Lo que sí también sería MUY protector, tal vez por ti, tal vez por su trabajo y todo lo que ha vivido, repito, yo no tengo problema con eso. No creo que fuera a ser una relación fácil, justamente por todo lo vivido (divorcio, MK-ultra, traición muchas veces, etc.) pero yo también tengo lo mío así que intentaría que recordara que ambos somos un equipo y apoyo el uno del otro. También creo que, al menos por mi edad, la relación sería más como un sugar daddy. Si ves algo que te gusta, lo tienes, ni lo dudes, te regalaría cosas también por cualquier motivo o simplemente porque algo le recordó a ti. Aunque, como con Woods, siento que la vida sexual sí sería mega activa, sobre todo porque soy joven (y no tengo experiencia) siento que si le digo eso sólo sería para que él sea más posesivo aún y tal vez tenga más ganas por la diferencia de edad. Un dios en la cama sin duda. En serio, siento que si convences a este hombre puede hasta encontrar atractiva la diferencia de edad más que ninguno.

10/10 (Honestamente me encanta. Y yo siendo INTJ pues los ENTJ son mi debilidad.)

Jason Hudson: Honestamente creo que es un sabelotodo, cosa que por lo general, no me gustan estos tipos en general…peeero si soy muy curiosa, así qué aunque siento que es más calmado que TODOS los anteriores eso también tiene un encanto para mí, a su propio modo. Me imagino que si fuera su novia podría estar en su regazo mientras está en su oficina en la casa o algo mientras lo abrazo. No creo que sea el más pasional, siento que está más enfocado en su trabajo, pero como con Adler, yo prefiero eso y a hombres enfocados en su trabajo, con tal de que no me sofoquen a mi. Así que para Adler y Hudson eso a mi les suma puntos. No creo que sea el más pasional pero seguro no te dice que no alguna que otra noche…si no se pasa de tiempo trabajando. Igual creo que intenta cuidar su sueño. Seguramente te trata super bien y todo y también seguro es una enciclopedia andante que sabe prácticamente todo y tiene alguna respuesta para todo. No creo que pierda la calma por cualquier problema que tengas, está acostumbrado a cosas MUCHO más estresantes. Si creo que tiene mucha paciencia, pero es demasiado serio.

7/10 (Si te gustan los hombres más serios y salir con alguien que seguramente sea jefe dentro y fuera del trabajo pues está bien, pero tal vez sea demasiado serio para mí, le daría puntos extras si fuéramos amigos pero como novio creo que sí sería más complicado, a veces)

Grigori Weaver: Honestamente me encanta, comparto muchos traumas y miedos con Weaver (no quiero profundizar mucho por temas personales pero digamos que me identifico demasiado). Creo que si se enamora de mi y deja de ser mujeriego sería lo mejor, el tema es que al inicio me sería difícil confiar en él para una relación por bueno, ser mujeriego, tengan en cuenta que tampoco tengo demasiadas experiencias. Mi miedo sería ser solo una más en su lista pero siendo honestos Weaver no ha sido mujeriego tanto por gusto, en su caso creo que más bien aunque haya querido una relación estable digamos que su vida no se lo permitió. Aún así seguramente si fuera mi novio estaría todo el dia sentada en su regazo mientras trabaja o hace algo. Escuché que es buen mecánico así que estaría a su lado si arregla algún auto o algo y le preguntaría qué hace y cómo funciona lo que sea que esté arreglando. Amaría abrazarlo todo el día sea en la cama, sofá, silla, lo que sea, no me importa, amo los abrazos y sé que Weaver también los ama aunque nunca te pediría uno. Yo soy mucho de contacto físico y amo su barba (me encanta Weaver en Black Ops 6, qué decirte) así que me la pasaría tocandola, su barba, su cabello, todo de él. Me encanta cocinar y amaría cocinar algún plato típico sovietico para él, sería un reto pero lo haría, aunque sería mejor si tengo ayuda directa, lo haría que me ayude jeje. Si noto que Weaver tiene demasiados traumas y a veces le cuesta expresarlo sobre todo si no lo escuchan pero como alguien que tuvo el mismo problema por años intentaría ayudarlo e incentivarlo a ir hacia el futuro en todo momento, aunque las pérdidas duelan y no podamos hacer que el dolor disminuya si podemos hacerlo ameno juntos. En serio, el tipo es sumamente leal y amable, hasta le organizó una cita a Mason,¿Qué acaso crees que este tipo no haría lo que sea por mi si fuera su novia? el tipo está desesperado por una conexión humana, genuina y real, imaginate como se pondría si la obtuviera. Viene salvando a Maxis desde 1979 hasta 1991, este tipo es leal y perseverante. También creo que por todo lo anterior es muy protector y  ya saben que a mí eso me encanta. Creo que no sería tan intenso sexualmente con la frecuencia, tal vez como Adler o Woods, pero definitivamente este tipo tiene un master en sexo. A mi me haría cualquier cosa, ya el tema estaría en si puedo aguantar o no y honestamente me da miedo responderme eso a mí misma. Si disfrutas mucho con él en el sexo, eso es seguro, pero no creo que presuma. Tampoco creo que la diferencia de edad sea algo que le moleste, es más, creo que ni pensaría algo sobre eso, le da igual.

10/10 (Siento que encajamos muy bien y seríamos muy tiernos juntos) (ojalá arreglar nuestros traumas juntos)

Lazar: Viendo como trataba a Park en Cold War siento que me podría abrumar mucho en un inicio. Me sería difícil enamorarme rápido de él por más encantador que fuera. Si, me gusta, si me atrae fisicamente, si, amo que por su tamaño SEA UN OSO GIGANTE LLENO DE PELO y si, me gusta su personalidad, solamente que ser tan denso para alguien como yo le resta puntos. Tal vez solo no es mi tipo y ya. Además, demasiado extrovertido para mi gusto, tengo límites, perdón. Si lo viera en persona primero me perdería en sus ojos, luego sería consciente de lo pequeña que soy a su lado y si bien me excitaría eso a la vez me intimidaría jeje. Aunque no creo que sea tan mujeriego como Weaver si siento que no tendría demasiado compromiso a menos que él quiera, nop, no puedes cambiarlo. Asi que tal vez si quieres algo más casual y sin compromiso te guste más, repito, no sería mi tipo para una relación formal. Eso no significa que no disfrute jeje. Si creo que sería empalagoso o tal vez requiera mi atención demasiado, cosa que me desesperaría. Siento que sería muy dulce dentro y fuera de la cama y te podría hacer regalos o invitarte a planes seguido, muy tierno.

5.7/10 (Si buscas algo casual y un chico MUY atento a ti seguramente sería más tu tipo, por desgracia no el mío)

+Bonus

William Peck: siempre lo odié en Cold War pero en Black Ops 6 honestamente me cae bien (sigo esperando una apuñalada por la espalda pero ok). Tiene un carácter de mierda que apenas tolero pero irónicamente eso me da risa. Es demasiado inteligente y presumido. Por lo general me irritan los sabelotodo PERO a la vez eso en Peck y por su humor hace que me caiga bien. Ni loca podría ser su novia, pero si me invitara a una cita sin duda aceptaría. Quien sabe, hasta podría ser divertido. Sobre todo si te interesa pasar 2 horas seguidas escuchando a alguien como un maldito podcast viviente.Honestamente amaría retarlo intelectualmente.

No tendría sexo con él ni aunque me pagaran.

[pineconepie]

Would any of the yanderes go to extremes (i.e. amputation, lobotomization, or paralyzation) to keep their little one safe/from escaping? You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable

TW: Hardcore (parental) yandere, amputations, violence

Sometimes I forget at the end of the day, they still are indeed yanderes ^^;

Here are the answers below the cut!

Octavian wouldn't, only because his fear is you getting hurt in any way, shape, or form. If it were by his own hand, even he couldn't convince himself he's doing it for your own safety.

He knows hypnosis but avoids it unless absolutely necessary because of its side effects, but he'd use that as a last resort.

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Vincent isn't afraid to go to extremes, but he will need to have essentially all his patience lost, which might take some time. He'd probably go the amputation/paralyzation route, making you completely dependent on him. He wouldn't feel guilty, and that it was simply necessary and for your sake.

But I think that'd take more than a year of testing his patience to get there, because even though he'd justify those actions to himself, he still knows it'd cause you pain and he doesn't want that.

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Indigo would be tempted to if you were very defiant, but his logic would outweigh those thoughts, because (1. you're in an underwater cave with air pockets, not many people would be crazy enough to try escaping, therefore the need to do something so drastic wouldn't be smart, and (2. with his limited resources and medical knowledge, he's afraid he might accidentally do more than harm you.

And, of course, the thought of hurting you in any way makes him want to cry.

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Magnus would, but it'd also be as a last resort. Even though he's not too knowledgeable on medicines and herbs for sickness, with the amount of wounds he has sustained throughout his lifetime, he is very-much capable of physical injuries. He'd either break your legs or full-on amputate them.

He'd be apologetic, but would insist it was what had to be done, and now he can raise you like his actual hatchling. You'll surely be grateful......one day.

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Seradiel would, surprisingly enough. He tries to come across as very anti-violence, but when he does get violent, its always for your sake. This is no exception. If he believes you're going to get yourself killed and his typical interventions aren't effective, he views it as still doing his job: protecting you. Amputation is no exception.

He wants to re-live the good old days, when you were just a little bundle of joy, safe and constantly under his watchful gaze. If he does decide to go to extremes like amputation, he'll build you both a house in a forest, far from those bad influences and dangerous sinners, and make you completely dependent on him.

[rei-ismyname]

Xavier saves his loser husband from death

At the end of Messiah Complex Charles Xavier was shot in the head. Exodus and his Acolytes absconded with the body to try and fix him and a depowered Magneto arrived to help. Exodus put his pulped brain together with telekinesis, but it was the sound of his loser husband's voice that woke him up (DW I'll cover that another time.)

While Exodus was off doing weird shit and monologuing, Frenzy decided that Chuck should die for being a bootlicker and collaborator. Mags shot her in the eye with a laser to protect him and earned himself a death sentence. Uh oh!

Chuck woke up just in time to see his loser husband choking to death and decided to stop it. Keep in mind Exodus had to remove Chuck's memories to save his psyche, so Chuck knows next to nothing about himself and his foe knows everything. It's a psychic duel!

Exodus comes in swinging, hammering Chuck with his many shames and failures. He is like 'oh shit, I was a bit of a bastard wasn't I?' Danger, his two sons - all failed in different ways.

He hits him with a failure that doesn't come up very often - completely fumbling the Bolivar Trask situation. A lot of people paid for this one. He adds some fear of persecution and powerlessness on top. It's probably unfair to blame Chuck for every bad thing that happened to mutants, though he positioned himself as the saviour of his people. He seized the narrative and was completely certain his path was the right one.

Woof. Graphic images of the Genosha genocide hit Chuck pretty hard. It's difficult to assign blame to anyone but Cassandra Nova for that, but Chuck would certainly feel guilty for it. If anyone else's actions contributed to it, it's Charles Xavier. Exodus is giving him these memories for what feels like the first time and accusing him of not using his powers proactively enough. It's a valid point. Failure of inaction is a charge that gains more validity each year. Failure to change.

Of course Exodus makes the point in the most ridiculous way. There were plenty of actions Charles could take that didn't involve murder. A very wide middle path between liberal superheroics and supervillainy. Emma senses their battle from across the planet and clues Scott in while the spectators observe worrying biological happenings in both men. This duel could kill them.

More guilt, more failures. The revelations of Deadly Genesis and the death of Moira's wards on Krakoa. Charles' justifications for doing what he does.

More X-Men who died as his soldiers and others who just died. Ilyana from the Legacy virus, Piotr from the cure. Banshee, Thunderbird, Cypher. Not sure who the others are meant to represent. A lot of kids died at the school and Emma's held too many as they breathed their last. Chuck is on the ground in tears.

Exodus thinks he's won, but Chuck just gets up and blows him away. He offers no immediate explanation except to make sure Mags is safe. Then the two of them and Karima leave, after Xavier refuses to lead the Acolytes.

Once they're outside he explains that the man who made those mistakes is dead and he has the chance to be something better. A cynical reading would be that he's very good at dodging accountability and justifying his actions. A generous one would be that he's earnestly approaching his fresh start. The truth is somewhere in the middle, I think. The people he's hurt aren't especially inclined to forgiveness or trust and he doesn't really change his modus operandi at all.

I'm of the opinion that this was a really good opportunity for growth that wasn't taken. As I write this he's willingly in Graymalkin prison, though he's going to escape very soon in X-Manhunt. The amount of trust and love he has from mutants not named Rogue is at an all time low and he torched his position in the human world. It's not a fresh start, but the opportunity to grow is there.

[toffee4you]

Honestly I'm surprised at how much actual hate I've seen towards the Dawn Armor announcement (mostly Twitter). Just because he's wearing the armor doesn't mean he has to slay/harm Malleus.

Reasoning and anticipated outcome below cut

The reasons:

Already, Silver and Dawn have shown parallels. While they both wish for the unity of fae, humans, etc., Dawn followed any order despite knowing it was wrong because he didn't want to betray Heinrick (and by extension, his family). Meanwhile, Silver was already shown to go against Malleus's order for the greater good (early book 7 in Sebek's dream, when he refused to fall asleep even after being bashed for his disobedience, and fled from Malleus to save him and everyone else). There's also things like rabbitfest where he was completely warranted to dust those delinquents, especially since everyone else initially wanted to do that too, but he immediately went for a passive approach. That's not as strong of an example because there's no lives on the line, though.

Another thing we're forgetting is that Silver and Dawn likely had vastly different environments growing up. Silver was raised by Lilia, a fae who advocated for peace between all species. He also has peers who don't harbor any particular hate towards fae because the modern world is more tolerant. Meanwhile, Dawn might have had good intentions, but from what we see, at least some of the humans he grew up with had little regard for fae (Heinrick). And, judging by lines about their greed and lack of care for the environment, it's highly probable that most others had the same lack of regard. It's a little hard to follow your beliefs when it'll seem like betraying everyone else who you want to protect, ESPECIALLY your family. This leads to what I believe is one of the key differences.

Heinrick manipulated Dawn by telling him it was for Leah's happiness and her father's health. Maleanor is not someone Dawn has personally known, making it less of a loss to slay her in order to save what's important to him (as terrible as it is, and undoubtedly, it was a hard but wrong decision imo). On the contrary, Malleus is a part of Silver's family + his liege, and that's important to him. He's doing this to save Malleus and everyone else, not just to save one side like Dawn was.

Also, Malleus is doing this with misplaced intentions to make everyone happy, and the others seem somewhat aware of this (most definitely Silver, who saw his reasoning from beginning to end). Meanwhile, humans back then probably tried to dehumanize fae (especially Maleanor) by labeling them as the evil ones. No one is actively advocating for Malleus actually be slayed, giving Silver more room to follow his own will, unlike Dawn. So, not only was he raised to follow his will, but his environment is a lot more forgiving. As a matter of fact, if the others also advocate for not harming Malleus, there's really no reason AT ALL for Silver to hurt him.

Besides, it seems like TWST has been trying to represent a theme that the world is slowly changing, and issues do get resolved after overblots. Think of fairy gala. When Dawn said the line praying for all intelligent beings to live in harmony, he was about to slay Maleanor. When Silver said the line, it was because they actually SUCCEEDED at bringing the species together. History did not repeat itself, and I think it would be counterintuitive/more difficult for book 7 to end if they tried making Silver harm Malleus.

Also, did we forget how shaken Silver was when he realized he was related to Dawn? And how he had a whole character development realizing that even though he shared genetics with Dawn, he was still different and he was loved? Then vowed to save everyone? Super counterintuitive to go back on all of that for the sake of angst.

The conclusion:

In my opinion, I think the Dawn Armor has potential to be the opposite of "traumatizing" for Lilia. Sure, at first, he'll probably get a spook seeing that armor come out, but I think he trusts Silver enough to take the right route. I think it might finally give Lilia some internal peace when he sees Silver wield the same armor to save Malleus instead of slaying him, like a good ending version of what happened years ago. I also think Dawn Knight himself would be proud of Silver for doing what he failed at, assuming he's watching over Sil from the ring. At least, that's what I'm personally hoping for.

Feel free to throw tomatoes at me like a medieval villager if I'm wrong tho 🫡

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Forbidden Fruit (Winchester men x female reader) - Chapter 4

You're over at the Winchester house, meeting Dean and John for the first time. When you and Sam disappear to his room after dinner, Dean and John think about what it would be like to be with the girl the youngest Winchester brought home. And maybe, just maybe, you're thinking of them too...

Read it on AO3

Rated E

Part 2 coming to AO3 this Sunday!

Chapter 4 - You

When you wake up, Sam's peacefully sleeping next to you. You shift from under his arm, try to stretch. The faint light of the alarm clock on the night stand says 1:17.

You blink a little, trying to get oriented in the dark. Right, you're at Sam's place. This is his room. His bed. You smile a little at the thought.

Usually, Sam has to sneak in through your second story bedroom window, thank God for that old apple tree and its thick branches that can even carry someone his size. But tonight, you're at the Winchester house. Which also means you'll have some explaining to do at home tomorrow. That's a problem for future-you, though.

You sit up, watching Sam in the soft LED glow. He's on his front, face turned toward you, moving the tiniest bit with every deep breath he takes. He's just so handsome to look at. His lips slightly parted, that little spot next to his nose... you really want to run your hand through his soft hair, but you wouldn't want to disturb his sleep.

You're not sure what woke you, but you know you're probably not going back to sleep any time soon, now that you're up.

So you just sit there for a while, contemplating. You think back to the events of the day.

How you and Sam had been sitting at the library, going through the new brochures for Yale they had sent. You had joked and pretended to be a TA trying to get him to enroll, and it had turned into this whole sexy thing.

And then Sam had suggested taking you back to his place, because while sex at the library was definitely on your bucket list, maybe the afternoon they had the kids' puppet show on wasn't exactly the best time.

You'd always wondered what the home of Sam Winchester looked like, even though he never called it that. He had told you not to get too excited, but that you'd have the house to yourselves, an entire evening to try at least some of the things you had talked about, teasing each other.

And then his brother showed up. Dean. The one you've heard so many stories about. The one who was an insatiable ladies' man, the one that kept eye-fucking you from the minute he walked in.

Truthfully, you hadn't been his number 1 fan from everything Sam had told you about him. But then he'd made his jokes, which were at least to some extent funny, and the way he'd talked to Sam... it was more than obvious that he cared a lot for his younger brother. Just like you do. And you let your hard shell melt a little, for Sam's sake. You could even say that you enjoyed the playful banter with Dean, although you're still a little on the fence whether it was innocent or not.

It was a light atmosphere, a pleasant evening, up until John came home. You're still a little baffled at the way both brothers tensed up when they saw their father coming in. How Dean went into good little soldier mode, and how Sam retracted into his shell. John hadn't really done or said anything, but you're sure the version of him you witnessed earlier is not the one the brothers are used to. You just know that something had made you uncomfortable, you had suddenly felt the urge to protect Sam.

You'd carefully watched John during dinner, trying to pick up on the slightest behavioral cues, and you do pride yourself in noticing such things easily. But that guy... he just seems impossible to read. You haven't met many people like that. Maybe it's because of his job. You don't actually know what he does, but you do know that Sam has been weirdly vague about it. From your own experience you know better than to keep prodding at someone's... strained relationship with their parents.

You wonder if he's the reason Sam acts like he does. You've never met a man like Sam. So kind, reflected, serious at times, at times sassy. Not to mention the things he does to you in bed, the way he handles you.

You had been dating for a full month before you believed him he was actually younger than you. The way Sam talks about his outlook on life, about emotions, it's just so different from other people his age. Or your age, for that matter. Maybe that's because he had to grow up too fast in this family.

You think about California, he says he's not sold on Stanford, but you know that's what he wants. About how driven he is to get into a good college, maybe even on a scholarship. You know he'd absolutely nail it. And you hope that somewhere in the plans for his future, there's room for you.

You try to shake the gloomy thoughts off. College is still ages away for Sam. And maybe John's just had a real shitty day, maybe, when he's in a good mood, he's all sunshine and rainbow-kittens. You doubt it, but innocent until proven guilty, right?

You quietly hop out of bed to get yourself a glass of water. You hesitate for a second, pondering if you should put on your skirt because Sam's shirt that you're still wearing is barely covering your ass, but you decide against it. After all, it's the middle of the night.

You open the door, careful not to make any sound, and move down the narrow hallway. The TV is on, the volume turned all the way down. You can't really see it from the hallway, but you see the hue on the wall changing colors.

When you reach the kitchen you feel around in the dark for the light switch, finding it to your right. It goes on with a low buzzing sound, and you have to shield your eyes from the sudden change in brightness. As you keep blinking, muttering under your breath, you suddenly hear a voice, not that far away.

"Why hello, there." Your hand shoots down, tugging at your shirt, because you're sure the way you had your arm up against the bright light had your panties out for whoever is there to see. You feel your cheeks turning pink when your eyes finally adjust and look straight at Dean.

He's standing there, next to the sink, a huge glass of water raised to his lips, and he's wearing nothing but his boxers. The man looks like a goddamn Calvin Klein model. And there's a charming little grin on his face.

Your mouth opens, and it takes way longer than it should for you to say something. "I... I just wanted to get a glass of water."

Dean nods, obviously holding back on something he wants to say. He puts his glass down, reaches for another one over the sink and fills it up to you. While he's not looking, you let your gaze wander over his tantalizingly exposed body. The way you can see his muscles contract under the skin with every movement, how his briefs tightly hug that perfect ass, and the outline of...

You force your eyes back up to meet his when he turns to you, offering you a full glass. Not that his face is any less worth looking at. You reach out to take the glass from his hand, and your fingertips brush against his. You're not sure if your movement is uncoordinated because you're slightly distracted by his practically naked form, or if his grip on the glass is a little too firm, but when you try to take it a substantial amount of its content spills over, landing on... Dean.

Without thinking, you pick up the towel on the kitchen counter next to you, and before you know it you're rubbing him down. A couple of seconds later you start realizing what you're doing, and so does he. You can see every muscle in his body tense up, which is a wonderful sight to behold, and also way more sexual than you'd like. You stare at each other for a moment, his remarkably green eyes searching your face.

You clear your throat, mumbling an apology to him and let go of the towel that he immediately catches. "Don't worry," he says, his voice rasp. "Nothing happened, right?" You're not sure if he's talking about the spill or the fact that you were pretty much feeling him up.

You stare at him for a little longer, and then turn away to start gulping your water down like you've been stranded in the desert for 40 days. Dean finishes drying himself off, then excuses himself to go back to bed, taking the towel with him and holding it suspiciously in front of his crotch. 

You stand there for another minute, put your glass in the sink. You shiver a little, not sure whether the air has suddenly gotten a little chillier or if your nipples have suddenly gone hard for a different reason. 

Your mind flashes back to Dean, just standing there in his stupid boxers, with those stupid muscles that make you want to run your tongue all over him while grabbing that stupid perfect ass.

You snap awake, shocked by your own thoughts, and try to take a deep breath.

You wait a little longer before you move, giving Dean time to really go to bed, and then leave the kitchen. You flick the lights off, running your hand along the wall to find the bathroom. You only switch on the small lamp on the mirror over the sink and sit down on the toilet to pee.

When you're done you decide not to flush, not wanting to cause more commotion in the Winchester household. You'll probably be the first to get up in the morning anyway. You wash your hands, take a good look at yourself in the mirror and then pull on the little string next to it, to quickly make your way back to Sam's room in the dark.

You manage an entire three steps out of the bathroom door before you bump into something nose first. Into someone.

You were rushing so fast that you almost lose your balance at the sudden impact, you probably would have landed on the floor if it weren't for the two big arms wrapping around you.

You swallow hard and look up. Your eyes haven't nearly adjusted to the dark again, so you can't see him. But you know it's not Sam. You'd recognize Sam's touch immediately. And no, it isn't Dean either. Dean's... smoother. His skin is softer – you know that now. The whiskey on his breath is not as heavy. No. The man holding you so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body is none other than John Winchester.

You steady yourself, slightly trying to move away from him, but his grasp on you is firm. He's got one hand around your shoulders, the other on your waist, on that exact spot that is a little too high up to be indecent and just low enough to make a current go through your body. And you feel his rough hand on your skin because that damn shirt just had to ride up again.

"Are you okay?", he asks, finally loosening his grip. Still holding you, but gentler. As if he was scared he could crush you. He lets you go after a few seconds but stays impossibly close to you. You immediately feel the ghost of his touch where his fingers were, but you pull yourself together.

You nod. "I was just... I just had to pee. Sorry I ran into you, Mr. Winchester," you say, and the voice in your head adds a raging why does nobody in this family turn on the lights?!

"Don't be sorry. I've had run-ins way worse than this." You think you can hear a smile in his voice, but again, with him, you're just not sure. "And please, call me John."

You clear your throat. "Did you... did you do what you needed to do?" As your eyes keep adapting, you think you can see him raising his eyebrows.  "You said earlier that you needed to go out. Was it a work thing?"

He straightens up. "Yeah", he slowly says, perceivably choosing his words carefully, "I took care of it." You make a mental note about him evading the work part of the question.

"Good. Uhm. I think I should get back to bed before I wake any more Winchesters." John chuckles. It's a low, rumbling sound, and you're not sure he's only chuckling about what you just said.

"We sure are a bunch of light sleepers," he says. He reaches out, putting his heavy hand on your shoulder blade. "Good night then." There's that electric feeling again. He looks you deep in the eyes, an unmistakable look of desire on his face. Now you can even see it in the dark. His hand runs down over your back, pulling you into him the slightest bit, following the curve of your body. You think you feel his fingers fanning out when his hand reaches your ass, and a light squeeze, and then he pushes past you, leaving you standing in the hallway.

You stand there for a moment, rooted to the spot. You feel your heart beating, and you feel... wet.

You close your eyes to steady your breathing, memorizing all the places you've felt John on your body. The smell of the whiskey is still lingering in the air, and it leaves you dizzy. Dizzy in a way that makes you want to touch yourself. Makes you want him to touch you. More. Just a little more. It makes you want his calloused hands ghosting over your plump skin, cupping your breasts, his fingers between your legs while he presses you up against the wall. Claims you.

You shiver. You then remember that you're not actually glued to the spot, shake yourself out of it and make your way back to the bedroom. Sam's bedroom. Your boyfriend Sam's bedroom.

You quietly slip in, close the door behind you. You hurry under the sheets and cuddle up to your human radiator, Sam having at some point shifted, now lying on his side. You press your face into his chest, breathe in his scent and warmth to ground yourself when you feel his hand caressing your head.

"Everything okay?", he asks, voice gravelly from sleep. You nod, kiss him. "Yeah. All good. All peachy."

Sam huffs, his hand now tracing over your arm. You run your hand over his chest, down his abs, still trying to figure out what just happened. With John. And Dean. You land on the elastic band of his briefs, and without thinking, your finger hooks into it. You pull it slightly toward you, and then your hand is inside of Sam's underwear, finding his already half hard cock.

His breathing staggers for a second.

You're not sure what got you so riled up. You love Sam. And you're pretty sure he loves you. You're his place of worship, with you, he can let his guard down, he knows you'll always be there to catch him when he falls. You two belong together, like PB and J, but that right there, what you felt in the kitchen, and in the hallway... that wasn't about love. That was about sex.

You start pumping your fist around him.

There was a moment at dinner, when you had gotten up to clean the saucy mess Sam had made, when you had felt like a gazelle walking into the middle of a lions' den. You had felt three pairs of eyes burning on your skin, three sets of claws itching to grab and devour you. And you'd liked it.

Sam looks down at the motion of your hand.

It made you feel seen. And desirable. And vulnerable. In a good way, because you know Sam's there. He'll always be there to catch you when you fall.

You slide down on the bed, pulling down his boxers and unceremoniously taking his dick in your mouth.

You let out a low, sultry moan at the sensation. Your head bobs up and down a couple of times, your eyes fluttering shut at his taste on your tongue.

Sam gasps. "You're going to wake up Dean and my dad."

"Don't worry. They're up already," you say as you let him slip out of your mouth with a wet plop. You push at his hips so he's lying flat on his back.

Sam raises his eyebrows as he's reaching for a condom while you strip down your panties. "...they are?"

"They're wandering around the house. Saw both of them a minute ago." You snatch the packet from his hand, rip it open and start rolling the rubber down on his length. A second later you're on him, the mattress squeaking, dipping under your weight.

Sam's grinning, aligning himself with you, and then he's inside you. There's next to no resistance because of how wet you already are, and you moan sensually as your body adjusts to his size. "Then we probably should be a little less..."

"No. I don't care who hears us." You start rolling your hips, the feeling of fullness making your head spin. You grind yourself down on him, trying to reach that spot that you know will get you where you want to go.

But Sam's not having it. He grabs your hips firmly, and then, without slipping out of you, turns you on your back. The bed creaks loudly. It makes you squeal. "You know... I don't think that's it. That you don't care. I think you actually want them to hear you."

"Maybe I do." You look up at him, licking your lips, writhing under his touch. Sam's towering over you, a hungry look on his face. He pulls out a few inches, so that only his tip is still inside you, before pushing back into you. A huffed moan escapes your lips.

You arch your back, one of his hands snakes under you, pulling you close while he holds himself up with the other next to your head. You can still see the faint bite mark you left there earlier. "Naughty. You want them to catch us?"

"I do," you blissfully sigh, entangling one of your hands in the soft hair at the back of his neck. His hips start snapping against you harder, faster. It makes you gasp.

His head dips to kiss your jaw. He's found a steady rhythm that you know isn't going to give you much time before you come. You can already feel the orgasm looming over you.

"You want them to come in here? See you like this? All riled up, ready to fall apart?"

You nod needily. Whimper. He continues slamming into you.

"You want them to watch while I tear you apart? Maybe even have a go at you themselves?"

You hear yourself sharply inhaling. It's like an out-of-body experience.

That last sentence, combined with Sam fucking you rough like that, does it for you. You let go, and you're loud. There is no way anyone in this house, awake or asleep, can not hear the moan you produce when the orgasm crashes over you. You feel like there's fire coursing through your veins, it's so intense it almost hurts. Sam's right behind you, he continues to push into you for a couple more thrusts and then comes undone, grunting loudly.

He drops down on you, panting heavily as he slips out of you. The clothes you had no time to shed are damp, sticking to your bodies. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You twitch a little as his hair tickles your nose. You both lie there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. After a while, Sam pushes himself back up on his arms, a cheeky grin on his face.

You put your hands over your eyes. "What... was that?" , you whisper, suddenly very aware of how loud you probably were a couple of minutes ago.

Sam chuckles. "I don't know. I guess we just discovered a new kink of yours. Was kinda hot."

He gently peels your hands away from your face. You blink, biting your lip. Sam's looking at you, his lips slightly parted, smiling at you.

"You look so beautiful," he softly says.

Your heart almost bursts at his words. So simple, but so earnest.

You reach up to cup his cheek, running your thumb over his warm skin. This man... he's just everything for you. Your whole world.

"I love you, Sam."

He doesn't respond immediately, but even in the faint glow of his alarm clock you can see the joy in his eyes before he pulls you in for a kiss.

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Since this is ts year I’ve been wanting to get back into writing hcs for the cast! >:] this was the first idea that came to mind I hope you enjoyyy !!

How The Ts Cast would comfort You After A Nightmare

Warnings: uhhh ?? Probably ooc ?? Mentions of smoking since—Ais- a lil suggestive in vere’s but i think that’s it!!

Notes: Gn mc, fluff, somewhat of established relationships??

Leander:

Leander notices your unease before you’re even fully awake. He doesn’t usually sleep, even with your head on his chest. (Or vice versa) He relaxes in your presence, yes, but he can’t force his eyes to shut.

He feels you shift, sees your brows furrow, and knows something isn’t right.

He loves nothing more than being the first person you see after a nightmare. The first person that gets to comfort you.

He will use the fact he can touch your hands to its full advantage.

Takes them and puts his cheeks in your palms. Leaning slightly over you so you can fiddle with his hair.

Will definitely bring your hand to his chest too, “Listen to my heartbeat. I’m here. You’re here. We’re safe. You’re safe with me.”

Hm hm so sweet

Still don’t trust anything he says

Further into your relationship, you can convince him to sing to you.

His deep voice (which I’m still processing btw he did NOT give me deep voice vibes) lulls you into a peaceful rhythm. You can -feel- every note leave his chest, his hands tracing circles on your spine.

If he can get you to talk about what you dreamt about, he’d tell you that he’ll protect you from whatever is bothering you.

You can trust him to be stronger than what or who you’re frightened of. You just have to trust him.

Ais

Ahhh, comfort is not his thing. Or he doesn’t think it is.

But he understands, at least.

He knows what it’s like struggle with nightmares. I’m imagining having dreams in a hive mind is the absolute WORST

He’ll most likely tell you to get up and walk around. Probably come out and have a smoke with him. Get the night air on your face, get your mind grounded.

He’s the opposite of Leander in the sense he won’t ask what you had a nightmare about. He knows to give you space.

He will listen if you do want to talk about it though.

He’s there for you, a steady presence that is just comforting to be around. And he’ll listen for as long as you need. Or just stand by you until you’re ready for sleep again.

Will make you tea once you’re back inside, to warm you up.

“Calms the brain down.” He says as he hands you a cup.

You know he’s talking from experience.

Princess doesn’t leave your side when she notices you’re upset. She’ll put her head on your lap as you drink your tea, offering—not exactly *fur* therapy (idk what…soulless have?) but comfort nonetheless.

If you stay up the rest of the night, Ais is up with you. By the end of the night you have a blanket over your shoulders, an empty cup of tea and a small sense of ease.

Kuras

Still unsure if he sleeps? But if you’re together he won’t argue against sleeping in bed with you.

Similar in a way to Ais, in how he’ll give you a cup of tea and advise things that helps you ground yourself.

Helps you mediate, or just simply clear your mind.

He’ll hold your bandaged hands, and you can feel the warmth despite the barrier.

Soft voice telling you to find five things you can see if the nightmare sent you into a panic attack.

If you’re restless after you wake up, he’ll propose you take a night-time stroll with him.

Will ask you once what you dreamt about, with the intent of knowing how to help you, but if you don’t want to talk about it he won’t pry.

His presence is an anchor, and after just a short amount of time you’re feeling peaceful.

He will try to help you get back to sleep, as a full rest is important. And it’s surprisingly easy to slip back into unconsciousness when you lay next to him. A protective arm around you, the smell of his hair .

You know the comforting feeling of warm water on your hands when you wake up super early? Thst kinda makes you wanna dose off again? That’s the same vibe his aura gives.

Your dreams are full of light when you manage to shut your eyes again.

Mhin

Don’t have anything for this one because if I was sleeping next to Mhin nightmares aren’t what I’m having okay okay

Just kidding I have quite a few ideas 😇

Like Ais, Mhin doesn’t really know how to comfort. At least not anymore.

In fact, taking in Mhin’s character I’ll say you weren’t at the stage yet where you were sleeping together (😖💔)

My vision is this

You awake from your nightmare, panting, sweat rolling down your skin, and you just need to get out.

You go wherever your feet take you, desperately needing fresh air. The walls are too tight, the presence of strangers in the same building as you is suddenly nauseating. (Real.)

You don’t even really know where you’re going, and don’t get snapped out of your haze till you hear a familiar scolding voice. (Baby ur my angggggellll)

“I thought I told you to stay off the streets at night.”

Now whether you tell them you had a nightmare or not, Mhin still notices something’s up.

And though you aren’t at the ‘sleeping together’ stage, you are still steadily trusting each other.

Mhin takes you to the one place they know is a comfort. The alley with most of Eridia’s stray cats.

Fur therapy babyyyy !

After you spend some time with the cats, possibly opening up to Mhin, they then follow you back just to make sure ur stupid butt gets home safely.

But but hhhh

Okay okay listen, you know how Mhin knows anatomy ??

Well they also know the exact pressure points on your body that can calm down your mind.

Their… THEIR hands showing you where to PrESs hhhhr (sorry the beast is winning, I can’t control it)

A pleasant coldness against your skin, the barest touch on your neck when they show you the point under your collarbone.

Before they leave, they slip your covers over your shoulders. And when they think you’re asleep, they leave you with a gentle kiss on the forehead. ☹️

Vere

Ahhh vere vere vere…my arch nemesis…

Now okay- YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE

Soft vere 🥺

Maybe you’re at the point in your relationship when he only sleeps well when he can smell your scent, feel you near. Hear your heartbeat merging with his.

Sleeping with vere is very secure, perhaps a bit possessive, his most gentle also his most violent.

His grip is tight around you, claws sometimes digging uncomfortably into your back. Like he expects someone to come pry you out of his hands.

But his tail is also a comforting weight, gentle as he wraps it around you.

Like leander, he knows instantly when you’re having the nightmare. He lets out a growl as you shift, but it’s not at you specifically (well- maybe a LITTLE because ur kinda throwing off his beauty sleep) but more at whatever must be scaring you.

When he wakes up, notices it’s a nightmare, he feels annoyed he can’t actually fight anyone.

I’m noticing a pattern in the fact not many of the cast knows how to comfort lmaohshshsh

He may make a few flirty remarks “We could always do something to distract you, my dear.”

And hey if that works that works but I’m scared of that close of intimacy so I have a different thought in mind

Side note do you think vere is the type to use ‘my dear?’ I really can’t tell if he’s the type to use that or ‘darling’ for some reason it doesn’t fit in my eyes

ANYWAY

I do think either way he uses something to distract you. He tells you stories about his day, about his life—you honestly can’t tell if the tales are real or not.

But some of them get you laughing

…you also get to pet his ears <333

Idk if foxes purr but he does get so cozy he makes whatever the fox equivalent is.

Holds you somehow closer when you’re back asleep. And it may be silly but he can’t go back to sleep because of how angry he is that isn’t at full power.

You should have nothing to fear when you’re with him. Well, other than him himself.

If your nightmare was a product of someone who hurt you, they are now on his ‘will eat once free’ list.

Annnd there we have it !!! I hope you enjoyed !! <3 I’m still pretty rusty but hopefully I’ll get back into a small groove ! (Ignore HOW MHIN’S WAS A LIL LONGER THAN THE OTHERS.)

I hope you eat your favorite treat, see a really cool bug, (unless ur scared of them) and spot a heart somewhere in nature!

[amanda-519]

Ugh, I wrote like so many paragraphs but I had to put my phone down and when I opened Tumblr again my post was GONE. Not even in drafts so I have to write this AGAIN.

but, yes, I agree with you I'm also a huge Cecil apologist

I can understand completely why Cecil did what he did. Nolan almost took over the PLANET and Mark has the potential to be as strong as Nolan is. Of course the director of the GDA would try and come up with countermeasures!!!

.... But I'm also a Mark apologist. Like, imagine being Mark. Imagine growing up and having Nolan be gentle with you, be kind, be supportive. Mark grew up believing that his dad would never hurt him.

In season 1 when Nolan punched Mark, Mark was surprised. As he's on the ground he sounds like he can't believe his dad would actually hurt him. And later actually admits that he was surprised (and scared) that his dad hurt him.

Mark believed that his dad would never hurt him. That he would never hurt anyone.

After Nolan kills the Immortal in front of him, Mark immediately thinks that his dad is being mind controlled. His dad would never kill anyone. His dad LOVES him, his dad loves his mom.

And Nolan betrayed and broke that trust by killing all of those people, and almost killing Mark.

I feel like Mark kinda saw Cecil as a father figure, in a way. He was an older man in a position of power. He was wiser, more knowledgeable, and powerful.

Cecil was abrasive, stern, and a bit controlling. But I think Mark needed that. Nolan was shady, he could turn off his emotions. He could be at the guardians funeral and call them friends, and then come home and call them coworkers and not seem sad at their deaths.

Mark needed someone he felt like would tell him how it is. And I think he looked at Cecil for that.

Which is why Mark argued to work for him. To be on call. Why he trained with Cecil (like how he trained with his father).

Mark believed that Cecil wasn't like his father, on some level. Cecil worked for the GDA. He worked to PROTECT people.

I don't think that Mark's reaction to Cecil working with Darkwing or Sinclair was entirely because they were murderers, I think it was also because, in Mark's mind, he betrayed him.

Mark believed that Cecil was good, that he wouldn't hurt anyone, that he wouldn't work with bad guys (like how his father is working for the viltrumite empire), that he wouldn't hurt Mark (like how Nolan hurt Mark).

But then Cecil did.

Like imagine being Mark in that situation. Growing up thinking the world of your father, that he's a hero, that he loves you, that he loves your mom.

Only for Nolan to betray Mark so badly.

And then enters Cecil. An older man in a position in power, who has never been anything but nice (if a bit abrasive). (Remember, Mark didn't know Cecil was willing to let the giant tentacle thing kill him along with his dad)

Nolan helped Mark. He put him back on the field, made him feel important.

And then Cecil turned around and worked with murders and hurt him. Just like his dad hurt him.

But I can also understand why Cecil did what he did. I bet Cecil feels responsibility for what Nolan did, that he didn't stop Nolan before, that he didn't put in place countermeasures.

Cecil knew that Nolan was lying when Nolan showed up. But he hoped for the best. He was optimistic (naive) about Nolan. That he would help. And Nolan did, for 20 years. And then Nolan betrayed them. Betrayed him.

There were no countermeasures in place for Nolan. The giant tentacle thing they brought out was something they discovered recently. Even though Cecil knew that Nolan was lying when he showed up on Earth, he didn't try to think of a way to take Nolan down.

And it's not like it would have been hard to find a way, the screeching sound is a weakness. And I bet in 20 years Nolan came across something akin to that. But Cecil wasn't looking, he probably didn't pay attention to it.

And I bet that thought keeps him up. The fact that Cecil knew Nolan was lying and yet didn't try harder to think of a way to put Nolan down.

Nolan betrayed both Cecil and Mark, and that betrayal hurt both of them deeply.

I think both Cecil and Mark both, on a subconscious level, saw each other as a "do-over" for Nolan.

For Cecil, he saw Mark as a fresh viltrumite (like how Nolan was a fresh viltrumite when he first came to earth). Except this time Cecil is going to keep Mark on a shorter leash. He's going to put in countermeasures from day one (Cecil put the chip in Mark's brain right after Mark finished fighting his dad).

Cecil felt so out of control with Nolan that he wasn't willing to do the same with Mark.

I think Cecil pulled out the switch so fast because Cecil didn't like the idea of losing even the smallest bit of control of Mark. He was scared, sure, but he was also scared that if he didn't act now, that if he didn't get Mark back into control now, that this would be another Nolan situation.

For Mark, he saw Cecil as an older man he could trust. That was like his father in some ways (powerful, more experienced) but different in others (abrasive, says what he wants).

So when Cecil turned out to be working with murders Mark freaked out because he felt like Cecil broke his trust (like how his father broke his trust).

In conclusion, I can understand why both of them did what they did, lol.

ngl I’m a Cecil apologist

S3 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

like I mean come ON he tried so many times to get Mark to chill and talk and at least respect what Cecil was trying to do. Like no a nineteen year old doesn’t get to single-handedly determine moral high ground just because he’s superboy.

Mark needs to be able to have huge unconquerable disagreements without resorting to violence. Or menace and the fact he can’t check how scary being flown after is to Cecil is giving those six right men who don’t realize yelling at women is INSANELY scary to them for systematic reasons.

the fact nobody in marks life except maybe his mom can go “Mark stfu and sit down we need to talk like adults” without having to FRY HIS BRAIN is scary. Cecil’s job is to keep the world safe. Mark just made it very clear he’s willing to exploit his supernatural abilities when he has a conflict of opinion. That’s not good. What if Mark, like naive young adults do, discovers political extremism? Or idfk, Vilrtumite ideology. Who saves earth when its protector disagrees with the people he’s trying to protect? Who keeps the invincible in check?