#this is so intrusive I’m a lil scared

[kariighost]

God I’ve been thinking all day about-

Levi biting roughly into your shoulder to try to suppress the downright animalistic growl he’s emitting as he violently cums deep inside of you, both of his hands have an absolute death grip on your ass, squeezing so hard to just keep you in place on top of him, you know they will leave bruising handprints.

[shellxrls]

hannah … u said u would probably physically fight w jj if u were in obx which same but now i’m thinking …. thinkin abt “play fighting” w bsf!jj …. and there’s loads of charged energy there …. lot of ass to crotch and giggling and teasing from jj mhm yup

HELLO ??!;);6 okay i confess i was thinking about play-fighting with bsf!jj turned to him pounding me while im headlocked in between those hot ass fucking arms of his 😓😓. and you’re idea is like.. spot on celeste omg.

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being pushed around the thin mattress by his body weight, evidently stronger than you due to acquired muscle from years working in physical labour. his hips brush against the back of your ass, the seam of your crotch — gentle touches that seem to dissipate in fervor but grow in length as the pretence of ‘play-fighting’ soon begins to fall to deaf ears and heaving chests.

the stiffness in his shorts was difficult to let go by unnoticed, and as much as you attempted you couldn’t restrain the muffled noises of grated pleasure that would leave your pursed lips every time his body weight banged into yours, a heavy muscle catching your side or a stray hand wrapping around you.

“jayj,” you huff out, laboured pants puffing onto his face as you attempted to call a truce, “can we just— just pause for a minute, take a lil’ break?”

he thinks this means he’s won, the adrenaline getting him into a ditzy as he gets up all in your face, spittle visible as he starts intimidating you with a superficially pridefully interrogation, “oh you wanna take a break huh? j’s so strong you had to tap out little girl? that ‘t? no deal. i won this round fair and square sweetheart.”

and you’re laying beneath him in such utter shock, pouty bottom lip quivering due to a combination of adrenaline and fear induced arousal that for a minute he’s scared you might start crying.

that is until you align your face right with his, knocking knees and letting out a whispered, “please?”

and he knows, knows by the way your chest is rising in paced slopes, and by the way he can see your nipples hardening under the sheer fabric of your top. hell, he’s been your best friend for years, he’s known since you broke up with your most recent ex and came running into his arms for support. but he still asks “please what?”

and then you were done, blubbering out a string of indecipherable sex-fuelled pleads about how turned on you were, how you needed him.

and before jj could continue letting his best friend fall under so much duress, he bends you over the arm of the couch and strips you of your clothing, stuffing himself into your cunt so unexpectedly that you let out a wail, walls contracting around him at the initial sting of the intrusion.

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[berrieluv]

ʚ 𖦹₊˚. remus lupin x fem!reader c.w. — andrew garfield/hunter doohan remus lupin. it's just fluff, remus is so in love i need him so bad. lowercase intended. sorry if something doesn't make sense, english is not my first language.

summary: remus did well in hiding his werewolfiness from you for years, now in your new situationship as girlfriend-boyfriend he can't stand lying and hiding things from his girl. of course you already knew, because you're curious and you tend to sneak into places you shouldn't.

ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.ʚ 𖦹₊˚.

remus.

remus lupin was right. and it wasn’t like a surprising, astonishing moment. he was always right, you were just maybe hoping for him to not be when he told you, sometimes, staying away from some things would be better.

so you were there. running, tears in your eyes and your heart beating dangerously fast.

remus. remus. remus.

it was still remus, but your mind couldn’t be far from the image you just saw.

it’s not his fault. it’s not him. he told you to stay away.

but you’ve known him for years, and it never seemed as such big thing for you to indulge further but the first month into your relationship you thought it was going to change. he had no reason anymore to sneak around, why would you be with someone you don’t fully trust. why would you be with someone if you would still try to sneak with someone else.

you held your body as soon as you reached your bed, hiding under your covers and rolling uncomfortable, suddenly everything felt too much, the once soft sheets felt hard and rough.

you didn’t mean to see, you didn’t mean to know that.

when remus didn’t reach for you the whole weekend you weren’t wondering, for the first time after a full moon, where was remus lupin, and you didn’t try to reach for him either.

remus, on the other hand, reached for your soft skin next to his bed, he held sirius hand as if it was yours, thinking, hoping, for you to care enough to ignore his pleads of staying away and reaching for him.

“lils says she haven’t left the dorm… her dorm” james corrected. they all could see remus eyes’ being to fill up with sadness and disappointment. “wonders if she feels sick. haven’t talk to her or marl either”

remus prayed and hoped for his body to be well enough to chase you soon. to ask you what was wrong, to care for you like the good boyfriend he wanted to be. it wasn’t long into your relationship and he was already failing.

he wondered if you were asking yourself if he cared about you, because where was him.

and you knew you had to get out of there. to shower, to eat, to assist to classes but your bed was the safest place you could think of right now. having people around felt wrong and forcing you to talk to them hurt.

you woke up early that monday. lily followed you into the girls shared bathroom and watched you as you both slowly started your routines.

“if you want to talk…” she started, trying to find the right words. not pretending to sound intrusive “i’m here. we’re here”

you nod and said nothing, you looked at her through the mirror and smile and she does it back.

but what exactly did you wanted to talk about. it wasn’t for you to tell, and you didn’t exactly know were you were standing. were you mad at remus for not telling you or were you scared of him.

near breakfast hour you walked there alone. a bit late, the time consumed by the thoughts if you should actually go. remus ran to you the moment he saw you and you froze in your place.

what if he wanted to touch you, what if he wanted to kiss you, what if he wanted to hug you.

you couldn’t even bring yourself to talk. social confrontation seeming hard.

“morning, luv” he smiled at you and you tried to do so but it seemed broken “are you alright?” are we alright?

“yes…” you managed, sounding exhausted, your voice came out like all the air was being taken away from your body. “long time no see?”

he chuckles with a sad smile. three days. that’s the most he has spent without his girl. not without you, but now, as his girlfriend, it felt different.

“missed you” he said. sad, not because it was a lie, or because he thought you didn’t miss him. but because he wanted to be honest with you in every aspect of his life. “so, so, much. haven’t spent this much time far from you”

“yes, you have” you quickly point out. referring to the days you weren't a couple, when he would take longer to come back to you. ashamed of his new scars, scared of the fact that he saw himself as a monster and terrified you could start to see it. "this is not near the longest we have been apart at the end of a month"

remus smiles sadly at you, and when he tries to step forward and kiss you, you really, really, don't mean to take a step back but you do it anyways and he frowns, looking at you with open arms.

"wha-what's wrong?"

"nothing" you look around, everyone's eyes felt focused in the two of you, but an honest look would tell you that... no one cared.

you felt so trapped inside this problem, it felt like the biggest thing in the world but you were the only one feeling the same.

"sorry, sorry, rem. i'm just. i feel... it's too much" he frowns "i don't, please don't touch me. not now."

"sure, darling"

that's the saddest you've ever hear him. even in his first years, when he was just getting used to that. he would never sound that devastated while he was with you.

"you want to have some, some breakfast or is it too much too?"

you knew he was hurt, and maybe he didn't mean to sound so harsh or sarcastic or mean, and you had no right to feel hurt when you were the one hurting him.

"breakfast sounds good" you say and start walking, knowing he was behind you. and knowing exactly that, you choose to sit between marlene and some griffindor next to her, leaving no sit for remus, who watched you hurt.

lily looked at him and shrugged, you avoided her gaze and felt marlene arm in your shoulders.

"i guess i deserve it" remus said, sitting back in his place next to sirius, in front of peter. "i ghosted for three days. my girlfriend, my girl, and i just ignored her. for three whole days. a whole weekend. and lily said she was in bed. she was feeling unwell and i was just feeling pity for myself"

"no, moony" peter started. "don't do that to yourself. s'not your fault"

"yes, no, but. even if it wasn't, she has no way of knowing. she has no, she doesn't know"

"doesn't make it your fault" james interferes.

"i should've come up with an excuse at least" he still tries "not leave her like that, guys i'm..." remus hides his face in his hands and starts to murmur "i'm in a relationship now. a serious relationship. with the girl of my dreams. the girl i've been in love since i was fourteen years old, guys" he takes his hands off his face and emphasizes "fourteen years old. i have her now, i have her now and i love her. i love us"

"moony..." sirius is stopped by remus.

"it is my fault, right?" remus looks at his friends "it is my fault for thinking i deserved better. for thinking i deserved to be happy"

"you do deserve happiness, remus" peter says again "because you are a really wonderful person. you just have to learn to deal better with some things. and maybe be more honest with your girl" remus chuckles at how that sounds. it was the first time someone said it out loud. someone who wasn't him. "you will do good. you both. you're meant to be"

"thanks, petey" remus says, standing from the table when everyone else did, breakfast time over. "i have to talk to my girl" he smiled and as soon as he did, the rest of the marauders did too.

remus really thought this would be easier. but here he was, in front of you. marlene and lily were kind enough to wait in the common room so the both of you could talk.

usually, everything happens in his room. it's a safer place for him, he saw your things around, the mess in marlene's side, the tidiness on lily's and the mix of both in yours. he thought he would feel like an intruder but he felt calm. he could smell your essence and the things you liked make him feel somehow home.

"remus..." you start again. "what is it?"

remus opened his mouth and closed it again. not knowing how to start.

"i love you"

"what?"

"i love you" he repeated again "i love you so much and i know you're mad at me. i know you want me far right now but i love you, so, so much, and it's killing me to know i made you feel unhappy"

"what?"

"darling, i love you. you want me to repeat it again? i will. i swear. i'll tell you i love you every second of the day but please, please, don't be mad at me. don't, don't flinch when i try to get close to you. don't be scared of me"

"i'm not" you finally say "i'm not scared of you. i'm not mad at you, remus, i just need... time"

"time?" he asks, not wanting to believe you, because you wanted to be far from him and he wanted nothing more than to be with you as much as he could before the next full moon. "you want to be away from me?"

"remus..."

"no. no, i get it. i get it, i'm too much. i'm too much and yet i'm not good enough"

"i do love you too, remus" you say but he shook his head. because how could you say that when you wanted time away from him. "no?"

"don't be mean, darling. don't do that to me. don't say you love me if you don't want me near you"

"i just, i just don't know how to deal with the fact that you're lying to me!" he frowns "i just don't know how to treat you now knowing you're a, knowing you obviously don't want me to know that you're a werewolf".

"you know?" he's in shook. "darling, i..."

"i'm sorry, remmy" you start, tears meeting your eyes but you feel like you're not allowed to cry "i know you don't want me to know but i couldn't help it"

"what do you mean you don't know how to treat me?"

"i mean i, i could just, i could act as i always do around you but, now that i know, around the full moons, would you, is it alright if i take care of you? do you want me to?"

remus feels himself start to breathe again. because he truly thought the worst, and you just wanted to be near him, not in his best times but in his worst ways too.

"i... i thought you wanted to break up with me. i thought you saw me as a monster"

you start to shake your head "no, no remmy, not a monster. never. you're my remmy. i do, i did got scared thought"

"of me?"

"of you... being a werewolf. when i saw you, back then, and you were full wolf and you... i'm sorry, rem, but you looked hideous"

he chuckled "you want me for my looks, darling?"

"kind of..." you joke, walking closer to him, hugging his torso and hiding your face in his chest.

"meanie"

"sorry, remmy. but i have a reputation to keep on, you know"

"i know. you are the prettiest girl at hogwarts. you deserve nothing but the prettiest boy"

"lucky me i have him, right? well, except once a month but if you want the beauty you'll have to deal with the beast, right?"

"you have the best of both worlds" he says, kissing your hair "you're the best of my world. you're my life"

he thought it was something lame to say in just a month into the relationship. but he spent so much time in love with you, he waited for years to have this, he would not waste any more seconds without saying this.

"wouldn't it be cool if i turn into an animagus and i'm like, a wolf too?"

"the coolest, darling"

[elsweetheart]

♡ abby anderson headcanons ♡

bc dom!abby has my heart

• abby loves when you ride her thigh. it’s a huge ego trip for her, as you get to appreciate her thick legs which she works so hard on during her lengthy workout sessions - but she also adores seeing you get so needy for her, sometimes she’ll just be sat cleaning her weapons or something whilst you writhe on her lap, grabbing at her strong arms as you work yourself over. she’ll pretend to ignore you at first, occasionally chastising you and chuckling mockingly, or just telling you how good you’re being - but she’ll usually end up breaking and just fucking you.

• she gets cuteness aggression towards you, bad. like you know the feeling when you see a lil puppy or kitten and it’s so adorable that you just wanna squeeze it? that’s how she feels towards you when she rocks up late from patrol and sees you fast asleep bundled up in your blanket all warm and docile. she’ll slide in right up next to you and effortlessly lift you to practically be on top of her, kissing your warm cheeks muttering “how are you so fucking cute? you are so adorable. what the fuck.” which only intensifies when you whine a little because she woke you up. if you couldn’t hear what she was saying, you might think she was actually mad at you but she’s genuinely frustrated that you’re so cute.

• she’s not the most affectionate in front of other people, and she might joke around with others but ultimately she worked hard to appear intimidating in a world now dominated by men and she likes to keep up an image that leans more towards stoic. however, she will let you clamber all over her and cling to her jacket wherever you go. her one exception to not initiating PDA will always be when you’re looking for somewhere to sit, as she will always pull you to sit on her thigh - and it’s the best seat in the house.

• her preference is to fuck you with her strap, and honestly she can get off just from getting you off like that, however - once in a blue moon, often in the middle of the night when abby can’t sleep and is craving that skin on skin contact she’ll push your thighs up and grind her own cunt against yours- holding you down and bumping it against yours until you cum.

• much like her aversion to copious amounts of PDA, abby reserves the lovey dovey nicknames for your private time with the exception of the occasional “babe��� which still makes you blush. however, if you’re being particularly difficult that day - she will forget your name completely and refer to you only as “brat”. it’ll make you pout and roll your eyes, but she’ll completely dismiss your complaint, leading you ahead of her with a “c’mon, this way brat.”

• she hates it when her pretty girl is stressed or anxious or scared, and if she notices the telltale signs of you displaying these emotions she’ll be sure to pull you aside or into another room to talk you down. she’ll squat infront of you, holding your hands as you weep, and gently swatting them away when you go to swipe your tears away, wiping them softly with her own fingers. “talk to me, pretty.” she’ll quietly demand and you’ll shake your head drawing in a stuttered breath. “s’not your problem abs.” you whine and she’s quick to shake her head in disagreement. “then make it my problem. i’m not letting you leave this room until you tell me how i can make it better.”

• if abby is the one that’s stressed or anxious, for some reason she just needs you to lay on her to feel better. hear me out, it’s something about the compression and your body weight that makes her feel like a person again- and your presence is just so calming to her. she’ll be laying awake beside you, mind racing before she’ll apologetically lift you and cradle you on top of her, and you’ll whimper at the intrusion of your sleep at first (and she’ll shush you so quietly and lovingly that it lulls you back into your relaxed state immediately) and then you settle and snuggle down because she is really comfy to lay on.

• strength kink. i feel like this is a no brainer, but she’ll do anything to display how strong she is, and how easy it is for her to overpower you at any given moment. she’ll fuck you standing up with you in her arms as she bounces you on her strap, or eat you out against a wall with your legs over her shoulders. abby is strong as hell, and she loves how weak and vulnerable you are to her, completely at her mercy.

• she’s super disciplinary. not even always in a sexual way, but she’ll always be telling you to “watch the attitude.” or asking “wheres your manners?” which always fixes your behaviour asap, fluttering your lashes at how dominant she can be. of course in the bedroom, it’s a whole different ballgame — she’ll spank you for being greedy but will always reward you with rubbing loving circles on your clit with a “see? such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

• if abby is anything, she is a manspreader. she takes up so much space just to remind everyone that she’s in charge, and if you’re not perched on her thigh around others, or squished with your legs pressed together to make room for hers beside her, you’ll be sat on the floor between her wide stance with your cheek to her thigh, with big pretty glazed over eyes asking her for something.

• you’re always on her mind, so if she’s out looking for supplies without you and she sees something cute she thinks you’d like she always stuffs it in her backpack to bring back to you. she likes to gift you to reward good behaviour, abby passing a hand over your head gently as you grin at your new gift. “see, it pays to be a good girl, huh?” she’ll smirk with a slight eye roll.

[warnadudenexttime]

Ok here’s my personal rewrite on “the sides have a nice day” video

DISCLAIMER: if you infact like that video, that’s so real, so valid, good for you, I’m just here to change it a lil into something I think makes more sense/fits the characters better-

I think the premise is fine, but the execution is ehhhh- like look, I’ll keep the original spirit of the video and keep the big 3 inside it cause I know thomas likes them. So I’ll keep logicality then prinxiety then demus. Thumbs up? HWJAJSJ

I think the part of the video that probably needs the smallest tweaking is the first portion with Logan and Patton. It’s fine enough, Patton wanting to do something nice for Logan? Makes perfect sense, dude loves Logan. But the explanation as to why Patton is accidentally ruining Logan’s like- fun day experience? Is like, bro you’re SHJSJSS really running with innocent stupid doe eye’d Patton characterization rn huh?

Consider this instead, so instead of Patton was stupid “oh I didn’t realize the videos were just edited together! That’s why they went super fast!” Just say he was really excited to see Logan enjoying things, he got caught up in his excitement/feelings. Like to just say, oh he’s dumb and didn’t notice at all lol hurts- cause we know Patton is really emotionally intelligent and he would be able to notice at least after a while. So have Logan stop him, and Patton apologize and realize he just let his emotions cloud his goal of giving Logan a nice day. Ok good.

Next one. So, Virgil is giving Roman a good day, I get why- you know. You wanna push that new Roman and Virgil hating Janus friendship. But this whole section makes Virgil look like the biggest a**hole HEJAJSJ- like he’s making Roman uncomfortable or scared throughout it all and he doesn’t notice until the end where Roman basically self projects and is really sad HEJAJSJ I understand you wanted this to be an opportunity for Roman to feel better- or the comedy that is Roman reacting to Virgil sucking at being… a good friend- but consider this!

Roman sees that Patton gave Logan a good day and Roman’s like, he needs something to cheer him up, get his mind off being a downer of a prince. So he’s gonna one up Patton and give virgil a good day! Virgil! The dude who’s like doom and gloom! But if you still wanna have that comedy of something going wrong. Instead of it to where virgil is giving Roman choices he thinks he may likes but then turns out it’s just stuff virgil enjoys- have it be Roman giving stuff he enjoys and thinking “well if I like it, it’s great, so virgil will like it too!” But instead it twists into something virgil likes!

Follow me here, for example. Roman gives Virgil the option of sharing adventure stories, something he enjoys. But Virgil ends up telling Roman a spooky story which freaks Roman out and Roman’s like well that failed! It didn’t go according to my plan! And he keeps offering choices he would like, but virgil twists it into something he would enjoy or it just ends up like that.

And by the end Roman feels awful, he thinks it must have sucked and wants to apologize to Virgil. But Virgil’s like no dude I had an absolutely great day you’re a really good friend, you knew exactly what I like! So that way you get the sweet moment at the end but also the comedy of Roman reacting to things going poorly inbetween. I think it as well just makes more sense for Roman to do that initiative and go for something like this.

Ok so, this last one… it still hurts me so badly to hear Janus say “I’ve convinced Thomas to lean into his intrusive thoughts today” GOD IT HURTS SO BADLYYYY like not only is that such a misrepresentation of what intrusive thoughts are supposed to be, they’re not silly tik tok impulsive thoughts I’m gonna- ok I’m getting off topic.

I’m gonna be real this section is going to be very biased because I don’t like Janus and Remus being close besties, I’m admitting that here so you already know what we are getting into. I just don’t think self preservation, someone trying to keep Thomas at the top and in good health would be like HELL YEAH THOMAS DANGLE YOUR PHONE OFF A BRIDGE GO BANG UP A CAR GO TO JAIL FOR ALL I CARE! But anyways.

The whole joke at the end is, wow Patton and Virgil kinda suck at doing this but I Janus can give that little freak a good day so easily!

Here’s my pitch, have Remus at the end pop up to say, this video has gotten too mushy and feelingy and all that sh-t I’m gonna give Janus a bad day because why not! Seeing him in misery is fun!

And then just have short sections of Janus outsmarting Remus everytime he tries to give him a bad choice, Janus ends up flipping it somehow to something he would enjoy. Kinda like WTIT where Remus is like OH NO YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO OPEN THE DOOR! Then he gets stabbed because he’s stupid. I think this just personally makes more sense to me, then like- yes Janus would probably wanna show up the others but I can’t see him leaning into intrusive thoughts. But as I said, I’m biased.

So yeah there’s my rewrite of that video this was long but yeah :3 if you didn’t like this rewrite and/or prefer the original you’re so valid! Anything here is just my opinion and obviously isn’t the actual best approach.

[alevolpe]

#What these pieces represent to me and what they made me feel while drawing them and what they make me feel even now // sorry if this is a bit too intrusive but I love picking your brain on sailor moon because it's so big and beautiful and takes it places I never even began to imagine. can I know your thoughts on this for the Pluto one? it's so haunting and forlorn and piercing. thank you so so much!!!

This ask is referring to this Pluto art I did a while back and the tags I put under a recent reblog of it.

I’m not exaggerating when I say Pluto does genuinely scare me, she’s the only sm character that has ever made me feel uneasy and tbf to her, it’s not really anything she did or said or even how she looks, but more what she stands and what I picture her representing.

In a way Pluto to me is the uncertainty of existence and its inevitable end. Yes, she technically only asssociated with time but time itself is such an existentially dreadful concept to me. We know nothing about it, and that’s honestly the way I started seeing Pluto, an unknown.

At the time I made this gif I was doing a series of senshi/civilian illustrations and when it came to Pluto, I got so invested in Pluto herself, Setsuna was almost an afterthought.

My interpretation of the character is VERY different, not only from canon, but from most of people’s fanon as well. Sestuna doesn’t really matter to me in my canon, she’s a non factor. That does not mean I dislike her, quite the opposite, but to me a character so much “larger than life” is impossible to “humanize” the way the original story did. Pluto is not Setsuna, Pluto is not human, Pluto is just Pluto.

(Which leads me to a lil fun fact about the original gif that no1 has ever noticed before lol. The original blinking gif spells the message “Just Pluto” in morse code.)

My main idea for Pluto here was “she’s standing quite elegantly, but she looks quite unnerving and eerie. She’s hunching over slightly, given her quite statuesque stature. Is she offering you something, perhaps welcoming you to her gates? Is she hiding something?”

These are all questions that sparked in my mind when thinking about this Pluto illustration. They seem meaningless and just ramblings (which they kind of are), but they all tie to my main concept of Pluto and what she has come to represent to me.

[theshiftingwitch]

hi there :) hope you are doing well✨

so this isn’t idk a typical ask i think? you can answer if you are comfortable

TW - anxiety and intrusive thoughts (this ask has a happy ending I swear)

last night we got our neighbours call that their son is missing and i have ocd (intrusive thoughts) and anxiety and my mind immediately went to worst possible scenarios

I decided to affirm at night that their son will reach home safe and sound.

next morning I asked if he has been found but we got to know he is still missing and idk I felt more anxious but then I decided to affirm even more and in a way I wanted him to return safe and also wanted to prove to myself that I can manifest this as I have been struggling with conscious manifesting for a while.

I searched for a subliminal for missing/lost people and heard this on loop - https://youtu.be/R8W3UB_t9lU?si=MEr9SXrjtSejwmOI

I kept affirming also while listening to this and I’m ngl I wavered a lot but I kept thinking that he has reached home safe and sound and kept repeating this and also wanted to prove myself that he has reached home. he is just 15 and I was scared and cared about this safety a lot. that was the main motive

after a while I just kept assuming that he has reached and then I checked if they had any update on him and still hadn’t found him

I then distracted myself but in my mind I kept that he has reached home safe and sound and after few hours got to know he has been found and the relief I have got. I kinda cried too lol.

im just not sure if I actually manifested this or idk because im ngl i wavered and intrusive thoughts were there too but I also affirmed that he reached home safe and sound and im not gonna lie it was a lil tedious for me to keep that assumption throughout when my intrusive thoughts were being a**holes.

Also I post music reviews/thoughts rather on insta and today I posted about my fave song from my fave singer and tagged him and kinda knew for a fact that his team will see and safe to say he did see it and replied too 😭😭 he read the whole review and asked me to correct a small detail which meant he read the whole thing. I’m sure I manifested him seeing it but reply was something i think in the back of my mind but I’m not sure if I manifested this also?

I guess two successful stories in a day? I’m not sure if I really did it haha if you could provide some insight..

thanks a lot :)

Wavering doesn't cancel out your manifestations.

You did that!!! You manifested both success stories, even with the doubt and the fear you still did it!

I'm glad your neighbor is safe and sound and back in his home! And congratulations on your celebrity success story! Those are my favorite!

You're a master manifestor, don't ever forget that. This is your reality, and you are the creator.

Happy manifesting ❤️

[animentality]

About that Orin Journal entry by Gortash

Not that he i’M iN cOnTroL would ever do it, but maybe…at REALLY desperate times (their plan is failing, everyone is annoying him and he just wants Durge back) that lil voice in his head would remind him that Orin, the one that took everything from him, could also stop this madness of overthinking…bring them back in a way, she’s a Shapeshifter after all “I could see them once more, I need to only one last time” he would whisper to himself… (not sexual, but pretends how fucked up you wanna make the moment I guess)

Orin hates his guts, just wants to see him fragile and pathetic! Hmm could be a way to snatch his engagement– I mean netherstone?

(I personally don’t see a bhaal-devoted “daddy’s girl” share her flesh with a filthy waste-of-air banite, even for a unimaginable power-trip)

Just the thought that all the suppressed yearning for Durge would lead him to such revolting intrusive thoughts about Orin’s abilities? He would hate himself for it … more work! he needs to submerse himself in more work so his mind is occupied at all times! Cue his disheveled appearance! (imagine Orin catches him without his protective leather trench coat– 👀 would explain his desperation and why he NEVER takes it off again after this pathetic confrontation, or why he had it made in the first place?)

Orin’s also a Bhaalspawn just like them, a being that thrives of murder like them, if he squints his tired eyes hard enough he’ll notice how similarly pale to Durge’s scales she is, Durge’s scared weapon (that he so often was playfully threatened with) in her hand, their vermillion netherstone…the counterpart to his own, on the scale to prove the balance of their equality… in her sacrilegious hands… how her blasphemous words & irritating voice changes to Durges *his breath hitches in anger and something else, she’s too busy mocking & laughing at him and doesn’t notice it*

I blame Larian for giving insane “gimme-the-worst-of-the-worst” bisexuals like me access to a game with characters like Gortash and Orin (separate lol) 😂 *starts sobbing into minthara’s neck, while she considers stabbing me for being unfaithful* “beloved, I only looked the Chosen’s way…THEY (larian) CONFINES ME TO DO ANYTHING ELSE!” *stab* xP

Listen, my other cope is that we literally see her trying to stroke his back at one point and he immediately flinches away.

This was before he even knew the dark urge was alive.

That to me doesn't denote ooh I'm into her.

It denotes Do Not Touch Me. I do not like you like that.

that's also in the game.

[fluffallamaful]

I actually really like the image of DREAM being the one to initiate physical contact in the Prison Therapy AU.

See, the thing about Dream being so reserved is that being anything else has been actively punished basically since the beginning of the server. The things he loves have been used against him (his horse was killed and it’s corpse paraded around as a taunt, his boyfriend was almost assassinated, etc.), his authority has been both overemphasized and spat upon as he was propped up as basically a straw man to kick down whenever someone wanted to “stick it to the man”, he’s been attacked, publicly humiliated, killed twice and almost a third time before an audience that refused to save him — showing vulnerability has historically gotten him nothing but trouble. And this is without mentioning the fact that Quackity and Sam tortured him, for months on end: a situation that is at once terrifying, humiliating, and violating.

Quackity knows this. Sam’s kind of (extremely) in denial about just how EVIL all of that was, but Quackity is really not. So when he comes in those first few times, he’s really just trying to give Dream some space. He plays games and throws his turns to give the prisoner prizes at the end, he makes light conversation, he eats meals — very calm, domestic, non-intrusive activities to help form some sense of trust in the idea that Quackity is no longer a threat.

But he didn’t account for the fact that Dream hasn’t had a proper hug in over a year.

So, Dream eventually works up the courage to…take a little more. He brushes his hand against Quackity’s. He makes excuses to stumble into him. His touches are quick and fleeting, and it takes Quackity a moment to catch on, but eventually he does. And then Dream does something a little too obvious, and Quackity decides to return the favor by play-wrestling him into the floor. (Dream’s scared shitless by this at first, thinking he overstepped — but then he realizes that Quackity is laughing.)

And then Quackity accidentally ends up tickling Dream’s sides.

The next session ends up revolving into another wrestling match, but this time Quackity brought something: a little electric brush. He ends up sitting on Dream’s back and pulling his foot up to run the thing along his soles, a sensation that gets him screeching. A few sessions later he brings in the chair. And finally, Dream ends up in the flustering position of being the target of a Tickle Therapy Program, courtesy of the local prison system.

oh wait this is so much cuter my god i’m going to actuall burst lowjqbajducifjse 😣

that image of dream being pushed into the floor and immediately bracing for the worst, only to find quackity laughing at him in such a friendly and forgiving way is just so… 🤌🏼 it’s so cute. it reminds me of a movie scene im trying desperately to work it out. but that’s so cute that tickle therapy actually starts with quackity and dream play wrestling ☹️

(more below):

🦙🦙🦙…

i love the idea of dream enjoying the play wrestle turned tickle fight so much that he tries to initiate it again for the next couple of times that quackity visits. like he becomes a lil provoker for the next couple sessions,, jabbing at quackity’s side or doing anything that results in quackity saying his usual “Yeah? You wanna go again, smiley?”

and then one time after the first few, quackity decides to play dirty and brings a toothbrush 😭 THATS SO CUYR LIKE IM GOING TO 🌋 i’m going to erupt. but it’s just so adorable because dream would not expect it in the slightest. like he’s pinned down the obsidian, giggly and giddy, and already panicking when he feels quackity sit over his back and pull his leg up by the ankle. but what he doesn’t expect is for a whirring noise to suddenly sound out from behind him, followed by a shocking amount of sparkly energy to race through his nervous system, all from the tiny spot where quackity’s bristles had brushed over his sole. he’s wailing and cackling in seconds, but he’s unable to deny at the end of it that it’s not something he’d be opposed to happening again.

i love this version so much more like i love the idea of them play wrestling togetherrrr 😭 and once again it would be therapeutic for quackity as well because he’s also lost much of the people who he’d be able to receive physical touch from as well:(

🦙🦙🦙…

[dumbfinntales]

Dead Space remake, done and beaten! That was honestly really damn good. I do regret getting it on a console though. Aiming was more of a hassle than I thought and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to clear higher difficulties without proper aim. Medium difficulty was plenty enough, and boy did I die often. Good thing the game showers you with healing items, haha! My thoughts below.

The remake does justice to the original and adds some new things that don’t at all feel intrusive. Like Isaac talking. He’s not quipping constantly and telling what you must do in puzzles (thank god), he feels realistic and reacts accordingly. Some kinesis mechanics from the sequel were here as well and I loved it. Nothing like breaking shelves so you can impale necromorphs with metal rods.

The atmosphere also got a big oomph, as it feels darker and much spookier. I mean really, the game is damn dark. I had to play with the lights off just so I could see. I realize I could have just upped the brightness, but eh, the darkness was good for atmosphere. The game is also creepy enough, but I never got really scared. It did make me really paranoid when I started out, the sound design is superb! It makes you feel like something is gonna jump at you from every corner. Sometimes they do, but more often it’s to instill paranoia. You could be ambushed by enemies even in previously cleared areas which was neat, so you had stuff to fight even when backtracking for side content.

I did forget just how action oriented Dead Space was. There are many big enemy gauntlets you have to get through and they’re fun enough, but not optimal when you’re playing with a controller. I’ve always preferred exploration and then fighting on the way, rather than being locked in a big room and a bunch of enemies spawn in. I get that Dead Space puts a lot of emphasis on action, so it makes sense here. But I’m just a weird lil’ bugger with weird tastes.

I don’t think there was anything that jumped out at me as “bad”. Maybe the game could have used more boss battles? The Hunter was a really cool threat, but beyond him I think there’s just the final boss. I’m not sure if you can count the Brutes as bosses as they seem more like mini bosses, and are really simple to beat. The game has fantastic atmosphere and is damn fun to play, now that’s a combo! I wonder if they’ll remake Dead Space 2. I especially loved that one.

[cantankerouscatfish]

oh I had to calm a lil ol’ lady down over the phone today. she’d tried calling a flower service, but they asked her ‘all sorts of intrusive questions’ and wanted her to put her card info in via pressing the phone keypad. she’s never heard of that before. eventually told them that she didn’t like this, cancel it, goodbye. she kept telling me ‘I’m so scared now.’ ???

I told her to check her banking online, if she does that, to make sure they actually cancelled her order. ‘oh, I don’t computer.’ okay. call the bank or go to it, then. breathe. it’s okay. sort your stuff out.

[sillygoofyboii]

”Yo, Ash?” I paused the video I was watching and looked toward the man perched on his chair, staring into the fridge. “Yeah, John?” “The voices are back…” “Hol’ up…What voices?!” Another friend of mine, Richie, piped up, giving us both a concerned glance. “…I’m pretty sure ‘lil man just means intrusive thoughts.” “Well….Maybe, but this voice is a bit different…”

That would’ve peaked my interest if it weren’t for the fact that his intrusive thoughts were mainly either about adopting the most random animals I’ve ever heard of or committing arson. “The voice is aggressively telling me to cast necromancy….” I chuckled a bit. “I thought we got past your wizard obsession?” “Yeah, J. Remember, you can’t do magic. You haven’t learned any spells AND last time you tried to ‘cast a spell’, you shat your pants.” “Guys, stop, hold up. The…Voice is saying that they’re the ‘Dark Lord’…” “…John, what the fu-” “OH GOD, JONATHAN, DONT NAME THE VOICE!” I winced a bit from Richie raising his voice, immediately having my hand cover one of my ears. He muttered a quiet apology before John spoke again.

“…uh…Dark Lord? My dude?” John began speaking quietly to himself, me and Richie staying quiet as he conversed with the voice in his head. “…Okay, what hell do you mean by letting you take control? Hol’ up…uh…” John stayed quiet for a bit. “I’m just gonna cut you off right there….uh…Ash, Richie, what signs of schizophrenia?” I chuckled a bit at that while Richie just stared at him. “J, neither of us are Google. Look it up.” “No, I do not trust myself with my own phone, Mr. Dark Lord threatened to take control of me by force, I’m scared.” “…Okay, that’s concerning…” I finally said. “…Do you need to go home or…?” John finally closed the fridge and was now clutching onto his chair for dear life. “…Dude, I just got a headache and a half….” That was what made Richie immediately start worrying. I heard John cough out something, so I turned toward him only to see som sort of weird dark ooze come out of him. “…That ain’t blood or throw up, what the fu-“ That’s why I was aggressively thankful that my headphones block out most noise. I didn’t know how to help John, so I just waited until I thought I heard someone speak.

“…Yo…John, you okay…?” I heard a bunch of coughing and some muttering before hearing an oddly accented:

“Yes, no need to worry about my well-being. I am perfectly fine.”

As the Dark Lord is slain, his power escapes his body and finds a new host… in the dumbest person you know.

[poemsforparker]

tongue tied - tasm!peter × reader (college!au)

marvel masterlist

pairing: peter parker × gn!reader

summary: Peter lets a drunk confession slide during an after party you took care of him. He didn't remember anything so he didn't understand your behaviour the next day.

tropes: best friends to lovers, drunk confessions ‹3

warnings: mentions of alcohol

a.n.: I missed writing for my ultimate boyfriend SO MUCHH. I missed writing in general for this profile, but I’m backk, I have about 6 drafts yet to finish including 2 requests that had been sitting here for ages (rlly sorry ab that whoever asked for  them I really was overwhelmed for the last 5 months lmao), anyways if you’re reading this still I love you already, enjoy this lil drabble <3.

You entered your apartment nearly falling by Peter's weight almost entirely supported on you, he'd crossed the line and the bastard was lucky to have a best friend like you.

"Can you sit by yourself?" you ask worried looking at him, who had the silliest smile since you entered the elevator. "What is it?"

"You look gorgeous."

Trying your hardest to remember this was drunk Peter talking, you shake out the embarrassment and slightly nudging his arm. "Stop. Sit down, I'm grabbing you a blanket for you to sleep here, and a bucket, just in case."

You make your way to the room grabbing a blanket Peter always used on sleepovers at your place. Taking a blue old bucket on your way, you get to the living room, showing up to the view of a drunk Peter mumbling songs on your couch.

"Here," you place the blanket on him, pointing at the bucket on the floor right after. "Please just don't puke on my carpet. I'll leave you some painkillers and water by the couch. Anything you need you know where to find me. G'night, Pete." You kiss his forehead before walking out and have your arm grabbed, forcing you to stop.

"Thank you, you're so sweet. Sometimes I really want to kiss you." He speaks lazily and with a boyish smile never leaving his stupidly handsome face.

You played that phrase on your head over and over again, your heart racing on your chest thinking if Peter would even remember what he said to you.

It killed you to know that meant so much to you mean while Peter could only be mouthing random words lead out by the large amount of alcohol in his blood system.

You're awaken from your thoughts when you hear his loud yawn from the living room, probably a moment before he feels a terrible headache. You get up and go face him as if nothing happened, hoping he'd get back to the subject himself if he remembered it.

He didn't.

Peter spent his day acting fully normal to you, something you're sure he'd never be able to pull up such an act if he had any idea what he said the night earlier. To your surprise, you were really disappointed by that.

You always had feelings towards Peter, never really stopping to think about how it'd really be if you were a couple. Not until yesterday, when it felt so near reality, and you did not feel scared at all, as you thought it would be. In fact, the way you liked that idea just opened your eyes to how badly you had fallen for Peter long earlier, and the thought was eating you alive.

He was so kind, so caregiving, respectful and absolutely breathtaking, who wouldn't fall for him? Silly of you to think you'd scape that.

"What do you think?" Peter says excited about something you had no idea what since you'd been zoning out, taken by intrusive thoughts of kissing him right then and there.

"What?"

"C'mon, it must be like the third time you're not paying attention to what I'm saying today. What's up with you, bug?"

"Have you ever thought of us as a couple?" You let out not really aware of the words, just letting out what was in your head. Damn you for getting used to be fully honest to him.

"I, uh- um... What?"

"No- never mind I just- was thinking too loud... I guess." In embarrassment, you stare at the ceiling, which seemed suddenly more interesting that this conversation right now.

"I know this didn't came out of nowhere." You can hear he's smiling. He puts his hand slightly pulling your chin down to look at him. "What did I do?"

“You did nothing, Pete.”

“Oh, c’mon, I know you and I know my drunk self better than this, I must’ve  done something to lead to this.” He slides his thumb mindlessly on your cheeks while waiting for a response. “C’mon, say it.”

"Last night" you heavily sigh, in disbelief you were actually talking about this with Peter "you said sometimes you felt like kissing me." closing your eyes shut you think how you ended up here having this conversation with your best friend. "It just... Stayed in my head I guess." you shrug as if it wasn't much and see Peter's cheeks gain a heated tone of red, a sudden worried look showing up to his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Did I say that? God, I'm sorry, bug. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable around me." he leans closer, holding your hands and kissing them. "I'm really sorry, that won't happen again." you smile at his reaction, the first thought that came to his mind being nothing but your well being.

"I didn't say I got uncomfortable." you grin taking your hands out of his.

"You're not?"

“No.” you shake your head, still not helping your smile and now feeling your cheeks heat up "I just wanted to know if that's a genuine thought of yours or just drunk Peter spilling random stuff as always.” you chuckle. “I kinda of have an idea myself but I want to hear it from you."

“Oh... I see.” he shrinks his eyes as if studying your expression before saying a word more. “And what are your thoughts on this? Honestly.”

“Honestly?” you pull the last drop of braveness inside of you before the next sentence. “I sort of wanted it to be true.” you try to act like you said nothing much by not looking him in the eye and trying to shrug. Truth was, if he was still holding them, he’d feel your hands dripping sweat.

Peter gasps. “rEallY?” his voice fails like a twelve year old and he clears his throat to ask again, in embarassment “Really?”

You laugh a bit at him while nodding “Yeah.”

“Well, the we can make it happen.” he gives you a one sided smile while his eyebrows went up and down in a rhythm, making  you giggle at his childish acts.

“You’re such a dork.” while saying that, you lean closer to him now being mere inches away.

“A dork that you love.” and without giving you any time for an answer, that Peter could prevent being something along the lined of ‘don’t be so convinced’, he closes the space between you, joining his soft lips on yours. “You have no idea how long I waited for this.”

“Then just shut up and kiss me more.”

tags: @rudy-the-winged-wolf

[yarnprism]

Okay last post for today but it’s only because I’m going to bed. Headache lowkey murdering me rn

Random TK Mandela Catalogue Thoughts/HCS

Just saying, this mfker Mark would be a monster at tk hugs. He looks very huggable and he knows he does. If you hug him there’s a good 70% chance he won’t let you go and start going ham on your upper body.

Okay so you know how Six can go in and out of electronic screens right. I have a feeling that sometimes if you’re sitting near a screen doing something else or not paying attention to him, he’ll reach an arm out and give your sides a squeeze. Then he’ll act like nothing ever happened and just be like “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t do anything” with this dumb ass grin on his face.

Don’t try and tickle Gabriel. He somehow always knows when you’re about to try and tickle him. You can try and be as quiet as you can whilst you sneak up on him but regardless he’ll always catch and stop you before can do anything. Sometimes he will let you tickle him if you’re a close friend, but he’s a lil bit shy about it.

Six loves scaring his victims during the chase and build up of said victim getting wrecked. He enjoys jumping out and scaring them along with pretending to slow down and become tired during the chase, only to slide out from a corner directly in front of the victim.

The 4 Victims (Mark, Cesar, Adam, and Jonah) would most definitely get into the most extensive tickle fights together Im sorry. It all starts with one of them being an asshole (most likely Mark or Adam) and another wrecking said asshole to get them to stop. Then the others start getting in on the action and soon it turns to every man for himself. Bonus points if they have a small chill sesh afterwards.

Six likes loves cats. When he does the whole home intrusion thing he always gets distracted from that task at hand if there’s a cat in the house. Sometimes he’ll take a moment to pet and play with it and get his dumbass caught on accident.

[mizunetzu]

can I request bakugou x male reader where femboyreader is smol, pretty quite and nice, and suprisingly are really ruthless on the battlefield and bakugou is just wondering where he got it from. Until next week bakugou meets his father's and brothers and all of them are tall and very manly men. But civil and nice. Hope you have a nice day,😊

LMAO THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE

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Bakugou x reader - My Cute Boyfriend and His Tough-Ass Family

⚠️warnings - femboy reader, if that’s a trigger?

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Bakugou didn’t know where it came from.

One minute he was small and weak, wearing a new, girly hair pin everyday and complimenting one of the girls on their newly painted nails. The next thing he knew, he was just as batshit crazy as him during hero practice.

“Eat shit and die!” Bakugou flung across the air, sending a big blast over to (Y/n’s) location. (Y/n) sped away, dodging it with his quirk. He growled.

“Go to fucking hell!”

“Like hell I would, shit-for-brains! Suck my dick!” Bakugou landed on the ground, softening the impact with a blast pointed towards the floor. He stood there, a few good feet away from (Y/n). They were both breathing heavily, glaring down each other like they wanted to absolutely murder the other.

(Y/n) let out a piercing battle cry, before charging head first towards Bakugou and bringing his arms out to tackle him. Bakugou followed suite, charging towards him like a bull with his arm outstretched to deck him in the face.

They got closer and closer, Bakugou’s flashy explosions igniting in the air while (Y/n’s) quirk began to power up. Closer, closer, until-

“Times up!”

All might yelled over the intercom, and both students skidded awkwardly to a stop. Bakugou tumbled over with an angry shout, and (Y/n) sputtered, tripping over Bakugou’s torso making him fall to the ground as well.

“Get offa’ me, crossdresser!”

“I’m not a crossdresser, spiky bitch!”

“Your hero costume is literally a fucking skirt-!”

“Alright alright, young men! The battle is over, no need to keep fighting!” All Might awkwardly chuckled from the intercom. (Y/n) pouted, and swept himself off of Bakugou. Bakugou scoffed aswell, not even looking at (Y/n) as they both walked towards the observation building.

——

“Aaah! Katsuki! I’m sorry for yelling at you during hero training today!”

(Y/n) jogged up to Bakugou, gently clutching his backpack straps and slowing down to a walk. Bakugou huffed. There he went again, that totally insane side of him that came from absolutely nowhere was gone.

“Like I care, shit-for-brains.”

“A-anyways,” (Y/n) cleared his throat. “Do you wanna study at my house today? Or just...y’know, hangout?”

(Y/n) blushed as he ended his question. Bakugou stared down at him. If he told someone this was the same person yelling insults and profanities on the battlefield while fucking shit up, they’d think he was lying.

“(Y/n’s) house?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been there before...”

“Sorry, did you say something? You’re not really the type to mumb-“

“I didn’t say shit, shittyass! Go die!” Bakugou yelled. (Y/n) chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t think you’ve ever been to my house either.” (Y/n) sighed. Bakugou scoffed and shoved his hands further down his pockets. “You better make a good impression on my family, or they probably won’t let me hang out with you anymore.”

His family was probably just as fragile and dainty as him, was what Bakugou thought. He already saw the hugs and kisses and the “Hello, Mrs. and Mr. (L/n)” he’d have to choke out. He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

——

“I’m home!”

A woman’s voice echoed through the house as (Y/n) and Bakugou both took off their shoes.

“Welcome back!”

“I brought my boyfriend over mom! Bakugou Katsuki-the one I was telling you about!”

He heard his mom gasp and timper into the entrance of the house, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon. Bakugou was right. Dainty, fragile mother; dainty, fragile (Y/n).

Bakugou cleared his throat, suppressing the gag that was about to come out.

“P-pardon the intrusion.”

“...Ehhhh? (Y/n), don’t tell me you brought one of your little dress-up friends over.” A different voice came from behind both (Y/n) and Bakugou. A young, male voice. Bakugou whipped his head around.

“Haaah?!”

“Ooooh! Feisty!”

The boy, who couldn’t be older than a middle schooler, cracked his knuckles. There was something so familiar about the way he talked.

“What’d you say to me, you extra?!”

“K-katsuki...” (Y/n) whisper-yelled, wrapping his arms around Bakugou in attempts to hold him back. The boy laughed in his face.

Just as the boy was about to say something, an older boy chopped him in the back of the neck, effectively subduing the smaller one.

“Shut up! (Y/n) said he was bringing his boyfriend over! Don’t scare him away like we do all of his other friends.”

Bakugou looked up at the older one. He looked about his age, but damn was he tall. And muscular too. The boy from before may have been at least athletic-looking, but this guy just...

“W-who the hell-?!”

“Now, now boys. Don’t need to get so physical.” A deeper, throaty voice came from down the hallway, it’s heavy footsteps growing louder and louder as it came closer. A tall, well built man came through the hall, crossing his arms. You could clearly see his muscles bulge through his office shirt. “Did you all come back from school? Welcome back.”

All three boys chorused out a string of hellos. Bakugou looked from who he assumed was the dad, then the two boys, than (Y/n).

There was no way in hell they were related.

“Are-“ Bakugou croaked. “Are you adopted or something?!”

“Katsuki!”

His mother laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. (Y/n’s) mother was the only one who Bakugou would assume was, well, his mother. But these...men?

“You’re probably the only person who didn’t go running once they saw these boys in our house, Katsuki. A lot of (Y/n’s) little friends go running because Natsu teases them too much or Kaito and his father scares them off.”

“This one’s different, mom!” (Y/n) intertwined his hands with Bakugou’s. “Sometimes I yell and get all bwaaah during training-but he doesn’t mind!”

“Oh, well that’s good,” (Y/n’s) father ran a hand through his hair. “That explains why he hasn’t ran off the moment we walked in.”

Bakugou blinked. (Y/n) leaned in close. “Trust me, it happened before.”

(Y/n) timpered off to greet his brothers. Bakugou looked between all 3 boys. Despite how built and tall these testosterone-soaked males were, the way they talked and carried themselves gave off the same energy (Y/n) did during hero training. Was that where he got it? From these...men?

(Y/n) was forced into a headlock, his brother laughing scrubbing at his forehead as (Y/n) groaned. He thrashed around, albeit laughing, and tried to pry off his brothers hands.

“Come on-I thought you were training to be a hero! Where’s your muscles, huh?”

“I could easily throw you into the sun, don’t start. You’re just jealous I look better in skirt than you do.”

“Bullshit! I’m sexy as fuck!” His grip was temporarily loosened, giving (Y/n) the opportunity to slip out. “It’s not my fault none of your skirts fit me!”

“...But you know who it would fit?” (Y/n’s) other brother, the middle schooler, turned mischievously towards Bakugou.

“Hell no.”

——

“I’m going to fucking murder you.”

“Hey, now. That’s not very hero-like.”

“Yeah Katsuki! Not very heroic of you.”

“Murder is no good. You’ll get (Y/n)-nii’s dress dirty.”

Bakugou shook with anger as he stood in (Y/n’s) room. He sported a pink, frilly, strawberry-pink dress, that had small strawberries littered around it and stopped below his knees. His muscles peeked through the soft thin material of the dress, and the way he stood with his legs spread apart angrily was hidden under the layers of pink.

“Oh! Oh! Wait!” (Y/n) stepped into his closet with an excited smile. After a few seconds of rustling and shoving away hangers, (Y/n) popped back out with a matching dress on. His dress, however, had a baby blue tint with small blueberries scattered across the fabric.

(Y/n) did a little twirl. “Don’t I look pretty, Katsuki?”

Bakugou, crossed his arms, doing whatever it took to suppress the blush growing on his face. “Sure...whatever.”

(Y/n) happily stood next to Bakugou, smoothing out the crinkles in his blueberry dress and grabbing hold of Bakugou’s hand. “Tada~! We match~”

“You guys look like the strawberry and blueberry milk boxes I buy from vending machines at school.”

“Haah?!” (Y/n) gripped Bakugou’s hand harder. “What’d you say?!”

Bakugou stole a glance at (Y/n’s) angry face. Not gonna lie, he thought it was a bit attractive when he looked like he was gonna beat up his own brother in a frilly blue dress. He pursed his lips.

These guys taught (Y/n) well. If (Y/n) wasn’t as intense as he was during hero work, he didn’t think he’d ever fall in love with him, not the same way he is right now, at least. He felt sorta glad his family wasn’t a soft, fragile family of extras. Bakugou closed his eyes, and smirked.

“Yeah! The fuck’d you say to us, you lil punks?!”

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[perpetuallyaiming]

Imperial Sniper

CHAPTER ONE: Where’s Your Respect?

CHPT 1 | CHPT 2 | AO3 |

Plot: The Separatists had been defeated, and it is the dawn of the new Galactic Empire. Y/N, who abandoned her former Jedi ways now walk among the ranks of the Empire as a Sith as means of survival. Her actions fueled by her pain and anger towards Emperor Palpatine and the devastating Order 66 are what keep her alive, as she struggles to find her way through the broken galaxy.

Her new mission pairs her up with local sharpshooter CT-994, Crosshair, the two of them tasked with eliminating a Senator conspiring with the Rebels and harboring a Jedi.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Author’s note: You know what, now I’m writing fics. Crosshair goddamn you, you make me do things I never imagined I’d do again.

Currently, this is a standalone story where we get to see a snippet of Crosshair's continued allegiance with the Empire after the events of Season 1. I may tie this into a larger picture where Cross reuinites with his brothers and expand this into a Bad Batch x reader, but for now, I hope you enjoy a lil bit of Crosshair tribute!

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The Separatists had been defeated and the rising Galactic Empire was quickly spreading its generosity and order throughout the galaxy. Currently, its top priority is to quietly eliminate the remaining Jedi the clones may have missed, as well as eradicating any remaining individuals in seats of power voicing against the new political power.

Y/N marched down the pristine halls at a rhythmic pace, ready for her newly assigned mission. The once amicable Jedi who enjoyed the company of her garrison now was hate-filled Sith—due to the sudden revolt of her own trusted garrison, and the death of her fellow Jedi. She managed to seek means of survival by channeling her hatred towards the Sith and ironically becoming a Sith to avoid the Empire’s condemnation.

For this mission, she was being accompanied by a renowned trooper, a sniper who never misses, and one of the last few remaining clones in the Imperial army at that.

His name was Crosshair.

She turned a corner, entering the armoring she was notified to meet her soon-to-be partner in. The lights were dim, the room seemingly empty, so she waved her hand to slide the door shut, and waited.

“Didn’t anyone teach you to knock… ?”

The armory was in fact, not empty. The sniper decked out in his sleek dark trooper armor lounged casually in the darkest corner of the room, slowly and meticulously polishing his rifle. Upon the intrusion, Crosshair merely cocked his head to the newcomer, barely acknowledging his assigned partner. He silently stares the girl down, closely observing her attire and demeanor.

Y/N paused, returning the glare. “Didn’t anyone teach you to treat those who exceed you in rank with respect?”

The enhanced clone’s face remained unreadable, but his voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Didn’t have any… higher ups to answer to,” the man drawled, finally standing up. He holds his gaze with a little spark of curiosity. Crosshair was more wary of his new partner than scared, the latter of which seems to be the effect the girl was attempting to instill.

He finds it almost laughable.

Clearly this girl was still new to the horrors of the battlefield of this dark new era, yet she was already trying to assert the authority her status in the Empire had granted her. That aside, a mission was a mission, and he had a job to complete.

“The mission…?” He inquires slowly.

Choosing the wiser path and ignoring the clone’s impudence, Y/N pulls out a holoprojector, summarizing the mission brief.

“This is senator Ca-laan,” she nods at the projected image of a regal figure adorned in fine robes and jewels. “He leads a small outer rim planet. We have eyes on him because of a coded transmission we intercepted carrying the news of their allegiance to the Rebellion. As well as their harboring of an escaped Jedi.” The last part brought a bitter taste to Y/N’s mouth, as this would have been the same fate for her had she not managed to convince Lord Vader of her uses as a Sith.

“We are to cleanly eliminate the senator and neutralize the Jedi. I was told you would be the best for the job,” she notes as she stowed the device back into the folds of her robes and readjusted her mask.

Crosshair shared a curt jerk of his head as a response before he donned his own helmet. The little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips did not did not go unnoticed, however. Clearly this man is confident of his skills, and enjoys the brief acknowledgement like a proud bird displaying its plumage.

“Lead the way, miss.”

Another snarky response, another eye-roll. Y/N spun on her heels and began making her way towards her ship’s docking bay.

“We will be taking my ship, a modified Theta-class T-2c shuttle, my Infinity Atlas,” the sith starts, not turning back to see if the man is caught up. Upon entering the hold of the ship, she fluidly begins powering it up, flicking switches here and pressing some buttons there. She smiled as she took in the familiarity of the hum of her ship, the engines quickly igniting in beat.

“Have you ever been on one of these ships?”

Crosshair steps on board, scanning the interior, “I’ve seen my fair share of ships. Tech—” He hesitated, but quickly recoups his pace, “—Doesn’t shut up about em.” The man follows Y/N onto the bridge, faintly impressed. His gaze swept over the buttons and levers, no doubt breaking down the piloting hardware in his head in case it ever came down to him piloting.

“Your ship cloaked?”

The girl was certainly proud of her handiwork on her ship, as she smiled for the first time since she was assigned this mission. “Of course it’s fully cloaked. Best imperial tech in this bad boy.” Taking a seat, she begins charting their course, quickly disembarking on their journey.

“Tech… he is one of the troopers on the rogue force… ninety-nine, was it?”

Pointedly turning a deft ear to the question, Crosshair turned around to head back into the cabin. “Give a call when we’re there.” He calls, finding a perch on one of the seats, and setting his helmet on his lap.

The sniper doesn’t actually plan on sleeping, he is merely resting his eyes for the upcoming job. Sniping does make one’s eyes dry, so he knew to prepare so that he doesn’t reach his limits. However, he sits still as a stone, unmoving.

The sniper listens. He listens to the humming of the engines. He listens to the occasional clicks and beeps. He listens for the other life form piloting the ship. Shuffles in the seat, tapping of the foot, with his main sensory input tuned off, Crosshair utilizes his others.

Now that he had a moment to himself, he realized he was a bit put off by his own mentionings of his former teammates. It almost felt… normal.

But now is not the time. He reorganized himself and continued listening.

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