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Summary: After not seeing Yoongi for almost threee weeks, last night he showed up drunk at your doorstep and begged you to listen to him one last time.

this is part five of so it goes: series masterlist

< part four final part >

—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of? they're in love) to lovers, angst, fluff, smut aaaa

—warnings/tags: cursing, mentions of alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism, emotional constipation, short smut scene, unprotected sex, dirty talk etcetc

—words: 8.5k

a/note: HIIII friends!!! its been so long since a posted a full part of this series, this chapter was going to be much much longer but I decided to cut it in half and let this part sink in. I wanna thank all of the love songs that helped me write this chapter and all of you for waiting for me!!! As always, feedback is very appreciated :)

Change didn’t have to be drastic.

You remembered Yoongi’s words from a few months ago while you tried to keep your eyes open in the darkness of Nayeon’s room.

There was something you had to remind yourself during these last three weeks, the same thing you were trying to recall at that moment: you didn’t need Yoongi. It was true, you didn’t physically need him, you weren’t an extension of him, you were your own person. But on the other hand, you were in love with him, and you wanted him oh, so badly. The last displeasure that your heart could bear was feeling a certain burning in your chest when you realized that you had gotten used to him.

You grew used to the warmth of his chest when he fell asleep next to you, his humming when he was cooking, the cold of his pale hands and the way he sneaked them under your shirt to keep them warm. The number of mornings you'd spent talking in bed without wanting to get up had been too many not to miss the strands of his hair in your hands. The amount of his expressions that you had memorized were enough to get you used to him, so one day when you woke up and he wasn’t pressed to your back and his arms weren’t wrapped around your body, you realized that change, this time, was drastic.

Well, this was bad, but mostly awkward. Were those the consequences of your actions? You had always seen Yoongi as a collected person, he never overreacted, he always thought twice before acting, so when Jungkook posted that picture with Taehyung you never imagined that he was going to come and look for you, too drunk to even stand on his feet. Yes, you hoped for a text, maybe another call, but in the first place, the plan was bound to go wrong; If he had called or texted you, what would you have done? And if you had answered, what would you have said?

Yoongi didn’t call or text, instead, he came here and vomited all his words on the floor of your living room, you didn’t know what was worse. You felt so stupid when you realized that you weren’t ready to see him, you were planning to avoid Yoongi for the rest of your life if that meant that you didn’t have to talk to him ever again about this, but now he was right across the hallway, sleeping on your bed just like every other day, and if you held your breath long enough, you swore you could hear him breathing. It was like he fell asleep the instant his head touched the pillow, meanwhile you couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking of him on his knees, saying that he missed you.

You turned your head to the left and stared at the closed blinds. You saw a little bit of light coming through them, indicating to you that it was time to get up and take a shower long enough to put your thoughts in line and decide what you were going to do.

On the other side of the hallway, Yoongi stirred in bed and fought to come back to sleep, but the headache that hit him when he opened his eyes prevented him from it immediately. He hugged the pillow close to his chest as he let out a muffled curse. He had washed the sheets twice since you left, yet they still smell like your shampoo.

It was a matter of time until Yoongi realized that those weren’t his sheets, that was not his bed and that was not his bedroom. The memory of last night fell like a bucket of cold water over his head, reminding him of what he did and what he said. He tried to open his eyes again and saw that he was under your lilac covers, hugging one of your pillows thinking it was you. But you weren’t in his arms, he could hear the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom.

What. Had. He. Done?

It was not difficult to figure out, he had fucked up, again.

As drunk as he was, it was easy to remember everything he said and the fact that you didn't like it one bit. The image of your face the night before was presented in his memory as if it were a sentence, he could tell you were angry and he could tell this was bad.

The reason why it had taken so long to come looking for you had been simple, he didn't know how to do it. Many times he had thought of talking to Jungkook and asking him how he should make the first move since he was your best friend, but he remembered what Namjoon said, Jungkook took your side, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized he was on his own.

Being on his own didn't always mean a bad thing, in this situation it might have meant that he had to take responsibility for his own actions, to be a man and face his mistakes. But in case it wasn't already obvious, things had gone wrong, he hurt you (again).

After a few minutes he noticed you were taking too long in the shower, he knew you were trying to avoid him as much as possible.

He tried not to startle when he heard the door of the bathroom being opened, followed by the sound of your dragged feet and low murmuring. Scared for his life, he decided to do what any brave man would do, pretend to be asleep until you come looking for him.

You wrapped a towel around your head and put on the same pink pajamas you were wearing last night, slowly gathering enough courage to look him in the eye. It was okay, you reminded yourself, it was just Yoongi, the same Yoongi who fell on his knees and made a fool of himself last night.

When you finally decided to confront him, you found him lying on your bed shirtless. You looked down to your feet and found the black shirt he was wearing last night, you grabbed it and threw it over his head, making him jump in his place. “I know you’re not sleeping.” You said. He quickly sat straight, wasting no time in dressing up again.

“I was.” He argued with a raspy voice.

You hummed in response. “Yeah, sure.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you observed him rub his face with his palms, clearly hungover. His eyes were red and tired from the lack of sleep, even from the point you were standing you could tell he still smelled horribly like beer. He raised his head and looked at you like a lost puppy, but you didn’t have time to pity him, he was the one who decided to get drunk and come here.

For a moment he thought how funny you looked with the towel on your head, but the expression on your face said nothing of the sort. “Don’t look at me like that.” You warned him.

Yoongi had a feeling you weren’t going to be nice to him today.

“You are angry at me.” He confirmed.

“Should I not be?” You scoffed, “You are an adult, Yoongi, and yet you behaved like a child last night.”

Strong start, he thought.

You weren’t angry like, I’m mad because you ruined my notes angry. You were angry like, you made me cry and then you showed up drunk at my doorstep angry.

“I know I did, but-” He tried to explain, but you were quick to interrupt him.

“No, I don’t think you know.” You paused. He shutted his mouth, not daring to say another word. He was beginning to understand how this conversation would go. “Have you, for just a second, stopped and asked yourself how I would feel when I saw that you came looking for me?”

You waited for him to answer, but Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat.

“I was drunk.” Was the only thing he could manage to say.

“So that’s a no.” You said, feeling your words stacking up your throat, ready to vomit them. “Well, it wasn’t nice, that much I can say.”

Yoongi kept silent, scrambling on his head to find the right words to say, he didn’t want to say something wrong and have you get angrier at him, but you seemed to know exactly what you wanted to say, you even practiced in the shower.

“I couldn’t sleep last night.” You continued to say “I keep doubting if I should just tell you to leave, I didn’t know if this is the right thing anymore”

“Do you want to do that?” He asked, his voice was barely heard. Yoongi knew he couldn’t blame you if you suddenly decided that you didn’t want to speak to him anymore, he knew it was fair, he could only hope you wouldn’t do it. That was the thing about you, you had certain kindness in your heart that would never allow you to do that, Yoongi thought it was too much kindness sometimes, and he deserved none of it.

You took a seat next to him on the bed, turning your back at him. “I was not sure.” You answered, clasping your hands on your lap “I keep thinking about everything you said. It was not fair, Yoongi. It’s not like we don’t know each other, you didn’t just hurt me, you broke my heart.”

Yoongi suddenly felt his blood pressure drop, his soul leaving his body within an instant. That was not what he expected to hear. That was the only thing you needed to say for him to finally feel like a complete asshole, but he had it coming; a stake through his heart for breaking yours.

Then, he started stumbling with his own words “That was not-It wasn’t… I didn’t mean to do that-”

“Then what was it?” You asked, turning your head to look him in the eye. “I just want you to be honest with me.” He felt uncomfortable under your piercing gaze, feeling hostage of your eyes and his own mistakes, feeling hostage of the fact that he had broken your heart.

At that point, he was already a ball of nerves, his hands were sweating and his throat was dry —maybe that was just the hangover—. He tried to run away from you for three weeks, now he knew he couldn’t escape anymore. He was the one who decided to do this anyway, when he was very drunk and completely consumed by his feelings in the darkness of his bedroom. There was no plan B, plan A was just to tell the truth.

And how fucking hard was to tell the truth.

Yoongi sighed, “I made a mistake.” He admitted “Countless mistakes, actually. Starting from the top, I lied to you, I said a bunch of bullshit just because I was scared… I’m sorry, this whole thing terrifies me.”

You cocked your head to the side, looking for another kind of explanation in his eyes, but his gaze was fixed on his hands, unable to even steal a glance towards you. “Why?” You asked “I mean, why were you scared? I’m not… I would never hurt you.” Your voice came out as a whisper, low enough to make Yoongi’s heart clench in torment, he couldn’t help but hate himself for making you feel like you were the one to blame.

He filled his lungs with air and exhaled, thinking of a proper way of articulating his next words. Any kind of confidence the beer had helped him build the night before was gone the moment you decided to look him in the eye. Your eyes were two pools of sadness and he couldn’t do anything about it, it was wrong to even consider touching you, so he stayed in his place, holding his beating heart in his fist.

“That never crossed my mind.” He said “But I didn't know if I was willing to take the risk of you being with me and then finding out I'm not… worth it.”

You shook your head, as if you were trying to ward off any kind of empathy for the situation. Yes, he was hurt, but you couldn't ignore what he did to you. “What made you think that?” You murmured.

“Well, I’ve been told.” He tried to joke, chuckling nervously.

Silence followed his words. There was no need for Yoongi to explain that, you already knew. You had millions of questions regarding the ex girlfriend topic, but it was a line that you didn’t know if it was okay to cross.

Yoongi had told you that Dasom was the cousin of Jin’s girlfriend, Jin was a long time friend of his and at some point in his early twenties, his friend introduced her to him. Yoongi had told you she was not easy to deal with, she was rude and unapologetic, but Yoongi never talked about her like she was a bitch, he always talked like he just forgot the good things about her.

“I’m not her, Yoongi.” You dared to say, making him shift his eyes to yours.

He sighed “That I’ve been told as well, but it seems that my mind doesn’t understand that.”

You could feel offended by that, but you needed to understand him first. “So… What does your mind think about me?” You asked, your voice came almost timid, making Yoongi’s skin crawl. The question seemed silly, but you were serious.

Yoongi is reminded that you wanted him to be honest with you, but the question was a bit tricky. The answer sounded selfish in his head, he was sure it sounded the same way out loud.

“It says… that you didn’t like waiting for me.” He confessed. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, just a second ago Yoongi sensed that you were starting to become less angry, but now he was afraid that you would slap him in the face.

You turned your body to his, crossing your arms over your chest. You still looked funny with your pink pajamas and the towel over your head, but your face looked angry and upset. Yoongi would have laughed if he hadn't screwed it up so much. “It was a lot more complex than that.” You said, raising your voice like you were about to scold him, just like the night before “I told you I waited for you many times, but when I saw that nothing was changing I started to get tired. You told me you wanted me, then you said a bunch of bullshit and then you came looking for me. You can’t throw me away and come pick me up again three weeks later.” Yoongi sat quiet on his place, swallowing all of his words “I waited for you, but at the end of the day I feel fucking stupid for doing it.”

He couldn’t help but feel that no matter what he said, he was wrong and you were right, and the worst part is that it wasn’t too far from that.

“I’m sorry-” He choked out.

“You already said that.” You cut him. Yoongi couldn’t help but scoff.

“I’m trying to apologize.”

“Then do it.” You spat, pointing one finger to his chest. Yoongi felt like you just made a hole on his shirt.

He took a moment to organize his speech, you could see in his face how much he was struggling not to fuck up again, his hands hugged each other, his thumb strongly pressing over his knuckles “Fine, alright. This is not me… excusing myself, okay? I just want to explain everything.”

He looked at you and he suddenly realized both of your knees were touching, but you didn't move away. He looked for confirmation in your eyes, but you just nodded, signing him to keep talking. “The other day I told you I can’t make any promises, some part of me still feels that way, but the other part of me knows that I’m just scared. That doesn’t make it okay, I know… And you’re right, I acted like a child and not just yesterday, that night too. I said horrible things to you but I need you to know that they weren’t true and that I was completely wrong. This, whatever it is, it wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, it just happened. I’m sorry for making you feel like it was a bad thing.”

You felt a bit guilty when you watched him fighting to find the right words. You knew how difficult it was for Yoongi to express himself, if he was there trying to explain himself it had to mean something, right? You wanted to believe that, but you didn’t know when to let your guard down.

“The other night you said that you know that Dasom broke my heart but it wasn’t broken just for her, it was broken for my family, my mom, my brother and the friends that walked away because I put her first. I’m sorry for waiting so long to tell you this,” He continued to say “I wasn’t sure how to do it. I know it’s pathetic, I had to get drunk to be numb enough in case you didn’t want me anymore. I had to lie to you to protect myself and that was the last thing I ended up doing. I know you, I know you preferred to avoid me but I couldn’t bear it anymore. I’m sorry, I really am sorry for all of this, I’m sorry for pushing you away and I’m sorry for breaking your heart just because I was scared, and selfish, and fucking dumb. I was terrified of coming here and have to admit that I’m a coward.”

“Yoongi…” You spoke, rushing to stop him.

He just ignored you. “No, I mean, you were right that night. I treated you like you were crazy or something and then I wanted to fix everything, but I needed to think. I needed all this time, I don’t know if it’s too late, but I just couldn’t help but wonder, what if you decide to stay with me and then two months later you realize that it fucking sucks?”

Now it’s your turn to be left completely speechless. You thought there was going to be no place to feel bad for him, but you did anyway. That was naturally you, showing empathy in situations where other people would have just turned their backs. And this was Yoongi you were talking to, you understood his heart was broken too, you would have been an alien if your heart didn’t break just a little from seeing him so nervous.

His question was about an impossible scenario, you wondered how his mind came up with that.

“What would it suck?” You questioned, because it was the only thing you could do.

“Wouldn’t it?” He laughed, rubbing the palms of his hands on his face “You think about it all the time, I know you do, we’re different. I don’t like waking up early like you, I don’t know how to take care of plants. I’m an aries venus and you’re a taurus venus.” You blinked, his last comment making you scoff. He stopped abruptly to look at you to verify if you were really laughing at him. “I’m not joking.” He said, shaking his head “I’m going on tour in a few months and you still have to graduate. You said it yourself, we’re not compatible. What if you wake up one day and you realize it was just… sex?”

You snapped a glare at him “Is that the impression you have of me?”

“God, no. That’s not what I mean.” He rushed to say “This is the thing, I see the kind of girl you are and my mind tricks me into thinking you would never want me.”

You frowned “Like I’m too blinded by… your dick and that it doesn’t allow me to see that you’re actually a bad guy?”

Well, Namjoon was right when he told Yoongi that you were going to understand him just fine.

“No? I don’t know, maybe a certain part of it. Maybe you’re too good to see that I’m not going to make you happy.”

You looked around, wanting to burst into laughter for some reason. Yoongi noticed that the expression on your face finally softened, but you can’t utter a word yet.

“I…” You sighed, “First of all, it was never just about the sex, are you kidding me?” You murmured “We shared things together, even if we’re different, I don’t care how different we are, I actually like the things that set us apart.”

Yoongi felt his heart softening.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh… You know, if it wasn’t for you I would still be too caught up in the routine, you make it different. Last month we were planning a trip to the beach and we had to wait for summer, I was waiting for that. I waited for a lot of things, sometimes I thought I was being too obvious.”

“Like when?” He asked curiously.

“Like when I told you I missed you after not seeing you for two weeks.” You answered. “Or when I said that you didn’t have to be jealous because I wanted you, that kind of stuff. I was saving your seat the whole time, didn’t you realize?”

Yoongi blinked, feeling once again like a dick. He was aware of the amount of times that you hinted how much you wanted him, but his mind worked in a strange way, you were kind to every single person you knew, why would Yoongi be different? He was so inconspicuous among the people you loved that he thought he would never be able to have a stable place in your heart. He saw you gave a piece of it to every single person you met, but he wanted it whole. He wanted you whole, not just pieces.

“I baked you cupcakes for your birthday.” You said, bringing him out the loophole of his mind.

“You didn’t.” He reminded you.

“I bought you cupcakes for your birthday.” You corrected yourself “Chocolate cupcakes, with frosting on top, and they were the most expensive. I paid good money for them and I wouldn’t have done that for everyone.”

“What about Nayeon? Or Jungkook?” He asked, suddenly feeling more confident to get closer to you.

“I would have done that for them too, because they are special to me.” You said “I even thought of not doing that for you because I was afraid that you would realize…” Your voice became small at the end of your sentence, Yoongi’s heart shook in his chest like it was defrosting after all these weeks.

“That I would realize what?” He dared to ask, a smirk tugging from the corner of his lips.

“I’m still angry at you, don’t make me say it.” You warned.

The tension in the room eased, but he believed you. You were still angry at him, he didn’t know how long you were going to be angry, but he knew he could wait for that time to come. He moved closer to you, testing if it was okay to approach you. You stayed in your place, observing his every move, waiting for his next step.

“I wasn’t lying on Nayeon’s birthday.” He breathed out.

“Weren’t you?” You whispered. His proximity made your stomach flip like it was the first time he was this close to you, it made you incredibly anxious. A sudden spark appeared in your eyes, it felt like a punch in Yoongi’s guts.

“I wasn’t.” He confirmed. “You’re the only one I want.”

You hissed, taking a moment to think about it a little bit longer. “You want me” You said. “But… Do you trust me?”

“Trust you?” He repeated, a confused expression marked his face.

“Yes…” You affirmed “Is it okay to ask if it would be possible to not think of your past when you see me and just… trust me?” You paused for a second, letting him take your words one by one.

He seemed taken aback, he surely didn’t expect that question, it didn’t even cross his mind.

“Trust you in… what?” He questioned, feeling smaller under your gaze.

“In everything.” You explained, “I understand what you’re feeling and I don’t want to sound like I’m pressuring you to do something, but if you want me I need you to trust me that I want you too, that I think that you’re a good guy and that I’m not going to leave, even if we’re different, even if your mind tells you that.”

Yoongi was not sure of anything lately, these past few weeks seemed like a blur to him, gaps filled with music and work, the sound of his phone notifying him of a hundred missed calls, sadness and anger and Namjoon coming to visit him and putting him to sleep by the end of the night. They were filled with you and the sound of your voice that echoed in every corner of his apartment, and the image of your body under his and that damn video he recorded before flying to Japan, the smell of your shampoo on his sheets and the unbearable memory of you crying because he had hurt you. He was not sure of almost anything, just that he fucked up, but he knew he wanted to trust you with all his might.

Yoongi didn’t know what to say, or maybe he did but he didn’t know how to. There were certain feelings or words that he would never allow himself to say out loud, like when you think of something hurtful but you don’t say it out loud because you know it’s bad, it was the same with love. When he thought about how in love he was with you, he never planned on telling you because he thought that sooner or later the love he had for you would hurt you.

You seemed to have changed his mind, but how should he say it?

He thought this was not the time for burying his words or saving them for another day, so he just told you.

“I made you a song the other day.” He confessed, taking you by surprise. You looked at him wide-eyed, observing him leaning his back against the wall and his shoulders drop “I started writing it one night but I couldn’t finish doing it, so I just did the music and it was done in three days, but when I had to continue with the lyrics I realized I didn’t want to finish it.”

“A song?” You asked, he nodded in confirmation “About what?”

“A goodbye song.” He murmured “I was very drunk, very sad, but it made me think, I really didn’t want to write you a goodbye song, I wanted to write you a love song, I never made one of those. So I had a plan, I needed to make things right before making you a love song.”

You couldn't ignore your heart fluttering, no part of your body seemed to be under your control anymore. “This was your plan?” You managed to ask, scared that he might hear how loud your heart was beating against your chest.

“Of course this wasn’t my plan.” He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “This was… plan b.”

“Very effective.” You laughed “I’m guessing plan a was a bit difficult, then. What was it?”

“To tell you that I love you.” He breathed out “A lot, too much. So much that everyone noticed it before me, so much that it made me act like an idiot.” You felt your heart skip a beat, the tip of your fingers and your whole body tickling. It was almost embarrassing how weak you became when you were with Yoongi, you tried hard to put on a bad face and call him on his shit, but the second you saw his eyes full of regret the tiny you begged you to forgive him, to ease his pain with a kiss on the forehead, and now this? If this had been more like a fight, he would have already won twice.

The look on his eyes tore apart your soul, but he continued to talk regardless.

“Being in love with you terrifies me because everytime I see you I see a nice person, and yes, you make me want to be a better person too, but what if I can’t?”

“You are a good person already…” You murmured.

“Well, I do want to trust you and I do want to believe you, but I’m not easy, baby. I have never been easy.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and turning your whole body to him, grabbing his face between your two hands and bringing him closer to you. You startled him, leaving him speechless.

“You’re too…” You said between gritted teeth.

“Too?” He whispered.

“Stubborn.” You spat. “I’ve been seeing you for almost nine months, I think I learned a thing or two about you. I know you, Yoongi, there’s no need for you to make a powerpoint introduction of all your insecurities and why I should not be with you because of them.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, you managed to steal a smirk from him. “I was about to take out my laptop.”

“I’m not kidding!” You exclaimed, squeezing his cheeks even more. “I’ve been saving you a seat for too long, it’s time for you to realize that I’m in love with you, and love doesn’t come with warnings. I’m a big girl, I know what I’m doing.”

Yoongi shut his eyes close “You’re so corny…” He whined.

“Shut up!” You said, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer to kiss his lips. You kissed him roughly, fast and almost desperate. He caught your waist with both hands and pressed you against his chest, not willing to let you go. Yoongi knew you weren’t wearing any lip gloss that morning, but he swore he could taste the strawberry on your lips.

Somehow, your heart sighed in relief, and his did too. Even if you didn’t know if everything was completely alright, you felt like it was fine for now.

You pulled back, trying to catch a breath, but with the aim of asking only one thing “But since when?” You uttered.

A bright and big smile was plastered on his face, he didn’t want to answer that, but to keep such a detail away from you felt almost like a crime, he knew you would insist.

“There’s this one time,” He said, “when we went to that party with Jungkook and I wanted to go home. I didn’t tell you because you were having fun but you just knew, you brought me here and we drank tea. In the kitchen bin I saw a pregnancy test and you told me that Nayeon had to take it that morning but it came negative.” He said, listing the events of that night.

You laughed about the accuracy of his description, clearly remembering the gossip session. “I remember that.”

“Yeah, that was it. I think I felt it before I knew about it, and then I tried to deny it.” He said, there was a certain regret that filtered in his voice.

You squished his face between your palms. “It’s okay now, you don’t have to deny it.”

“I know.” He nodded, pressing his lips together like it was yet hard for him to believe such a thing. Old habits die hard after all.

“And I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m not anyone else, I’m just me, and I love you.”

Yoongi almost saw hearts forming in the color of your eyes, looking at him with the love of the whole word encapsulated in just a glance. For the first time in weeks, he felt relieved. “You’re just you.” He said. “Thank God, then.”

When he tried to approach you to kiss you again, you grabbed him by his shoulders and stopped him. “Stop, you smell horrible. You can’t kiss me again until you take a shower and brush your teeth.”

“Why are you ruining this moment? You are mean.” He complained but obeyed anyway, getting up from the bed. He shook his head in disapproval and began to wander your room in search of a set of clean clothes, finding some old shirts that you never returned to him and a pair of boxers. Just like that, Yoongi was back in your room like it was part of it from the start.

He left to take a shower, leaving you on the bed waiting for him.

After a few minutes you heard the shower stop and the sound of the curtain being opened, followed by Yoongi’s voice calling your name, which immediately caught your attention; Yoongi almost never called you by your name, for some reason he was used to call you by pet names or just the word baby, so when you heard every syllable of your name being yelled from the bathroom, you headed towards it.

Behind the door was Yoongi already wearing his clean clothes, his wet hair falling like a curtain over his confused face. “I can’t find my toothbrush.” He explained. You blinked, remembering that there was no such a thing as Yoongi’s toothbrush in your home anymore, but didn’t say anything, letting him draw his own conclusions. Yoongi understood within an instant, squinting his eyes at you and pointing at you with his finger. “You threw it away!” He accused you.

“Of course I threw it away.” You said with no shame whatsoever “And you should be grateful that I did because Nayeon wanted to keep it to use it on a spell to curse you.”

Yoongi frowned “Curse me?” He asked. You nodded without hesitation. “To kill me?”

You snorted. “No? So your dick wouldn’t get hard for a year.” You corrected as you looked for another toothbrush on one of the drawers. You found a pink one that you haven’t used yet and handed it to him. He grabbed it, but looked at you with horror in his eyes.

It sounded like a joke, but Nayeon was very serious about it. She said that her aunt tried it with her husband when he cheated on her but didn’t know if it worked. She insisted and said that you didn’t lose anything by trying, but you said no ultimately, not because you had mercy on Yoongi, but because it terrified you to do such a thing alone and then doing it wrong, afraid of summoning an entity and having it chase you forever.

Nayeon offered to pay a witch to do it instead, but there was no way you were going to spend money on cursing Yoongi’s dick.

“I guess she doesn’t like me very much right now.” Yoongi said, putting toothpaste on the toothbrush and beginning his task.

“She is not your biggest fan.” You pouted, patting him on the back and turning around to leave him alone in the bathroom now that your mission was over.

As you were laying in bed waiting for him, you felt the lack of sleep slowly catching you, making you struggle to keep your eyes open, but he didn’t delay too much, coming back to bed to hug your waist and rest his head on your shoulder, burying his nose on your neck. Now he smelled nice, like soap, shampoo and toothpaste.

“I have a question.” He murmured against your skin “About last night.”

“What?” You said, turning your head to him.

Yoongi took a second to formulate the sentence. “Mmm… Were you on a double date?”

You wanted to laugh, but you couldn’t. For no reason at all you would allow Jungkook’s plan to be revealed, it was a secret that you must take to your grave. If Yoongi ever found out about it, he would laugh about you and never, under no circumstance, let you forget it. So no, you won’t ever admit it.

“That wasn’t a double date.” You said, trying to play it cool.

“That looked like a double date to me.”

“How so?”

“Jungkook was with Bora, they are a couple, and you were with…” He tried to explain, but Taehyung’s name got stuck on his throat.

“Taehyung?” You said, finishing the sentence for him.

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever his name is.”

“Taehyung.” You repeated. Yoongi scrunched his nose like the sound of your new friend’s name was making his teeth hurt. “He's a friend of Bora, and it wasn’t a double date, that was just me hanging out with friends.”

There was not a happy look on Yoongi’s face “So he’s your friend now?”

“Maybe? I met him yesterday and he’s a really nice guy.”

“Okay, I don’t want to hear more of that.” He shook his head, coming back to rest his head on your shoulder as you laughed.

“More of what?” You questioned “I don’t think I owe you any kind of explanation.”

Yoongi didn’t know if he wanted an explanation, in fact he would have preferred to be hit by a train rather than imagine you laughing with another guy the way you did with him. But you were right, you didn’t owe him an explanation, which made Yoongi insides twist. Yes, you forgave him; yes, you said you loved him, but you needed him to be clear, maybe just for the sake of torturing him, but he didn’t care as long as it was you doing it.

“You can stop being mean with me.” He said, making you laugh harder. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you from now on if you keep being like this.”

“I don’t know.” You snuggled closer to him, if that was even possible “What are you going to do with me?” You teased him, there was a flirty tone in your voice but Yoongi didn’t hear it quite clearly, he was feeling absolutely defeated. He knew this wasn’t it, this wasn’t the end of his sleepless nights overtaken by nightmares and the sound of Dasom’s voice asking him to leave, but he preferred to think this was more like a beginning, and you were right there, looking at him with eyes full of love. You didn’t seem like you were about to leave.

“That depends on if you’re still mad at me.” He wanted to know, just in case.

You pretended to think about it. “Mmm… No, I don’t think so. I’m happy right now.” You confessed. “But don’t make me angry again.”

“Fine, I won’t, but I want to make sure, you know? Before someone gets ahead of me and asks you first.” He said, trying to sound unbothered. “Would you be my… Girlfriend?” He asked, the question coming out of his mouth uncomfortably, making one of your brows crease.

“Why do you say it like that?” You questioned. Yoongi groaned, annoyed. He was dumb if he thought you were going to go easy on him.

“Like what?”

“Like it’s a weird word.” You kept going.

“Because it’s a silly question!” He admitted.

“You’re digging your own grave, Yoongi. May I remind you there’s a long line of hot guys wanting to make me their girlfriend?” You tried to push him away, but he grabbed your waist tightly, keeping you pressed against him. “And yet you’re here saying it’s a silly question? I expected a declaration of love.”

He squinted his eyes at you, remembering what Namjoon said the night he came to his house to visit him, “You managed to make a girl like that stay with you and you let her go?”. You were the prettiest and smartest girl he knew, and even if you were joking he knew there were probably plenty of guys like Kevin who hoped you forgot about him just to give them a chance.

“I did declare you my love.” He justified himself “I even tried to kneel for you last night.”

“That was not a declaration of love, that was embarrassing.” You said.

He frowned “You’re so rude, honestly. There’s a line of girls waiting to be my girlfriends too, you know?” He tried to joke, but you just turned around, turning your back to him.

“Fine.” You said bitterly “Go ask them, see if they can stand you.”

Yoongi started to laugh then, wrapping his arms around your torso and squeezing you. “I’m joking.” He said, but you just groaned. You felt one of his hands coming to your cheek and turning your face to his, kissing your lips softly. “C’mon, baby, let me make you my girlfriend once for all.” He whispered “I didn’t care about the line of girls, anyway. I just want you, I always wanted just you.”

His words made your cheeks turn red pathetically, you felt your face getting hotter and your heart fluttering inside your chest.

“You’re so cute.” You said, turning around again and grabbing his cheeks just to kiss him again “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, what took you so long?”

Yoongi sighed. “Don’t remind me.”

There was a beat of silence in the room where you pulled him closer to your body and curled your legs to make space for him so he wouldn't fall of the bed, Yoongi took the opportunity to fall asleep in your arms and you followed him shortly after, feeling like you were sleeping on a cloud.

It would be hard for Yoongi not to remind himself what he did or what he said, maybe he would still have to deal with some confusing thoughts in the next months, maybe he would still wake up in the middle of the night after replaying some ugly memory from the past, but he wanted to make sure that you were going to be there sleeping next to him just like that morning, he wanted to trust that your smile would be enough for him to forget about it just for a minute, he could handle the rest of his demons himself.

The following morning Yoongi kissed you goodbye because he had to check up on Holly, but he promised to come back the next day. Only when you were alone you texted Jungkook, who called you immediately when he read that his plan had worked, he had put you on speaker so Bora could hear that he was right, Yoongi had indeed come to your apartment to look for you because he thought you were on a date. You had explained to him that Yoongi was drunk and if it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have come, but Jungkook refused to listen to you take all the credit away from him, he was a mastermind (he was not).

You remembered that you owed Taehyung a text as well with an update of the situation, but you were disappointed when you found out that his luck wasn’t the same as yours. Taehyung insisted that it was okay and that he expected it anyway, but you still wished his heart could have a relief.

On the other hand, you did not say a word to Nayeon and asked Jungkook not to mention it to her either. Yoongi was lucky that she wasn’t here last night because she would have punched him on the face and then sent him home walking, so considering that you knew you had to think a way of telling her that from one day to another Yoongi was suddenly your boyfriend, that he had come and apologized and told you he loved you, and worse, you had to tell her that you forgave him and that you told him that you loved him too.

You didn’t seem too worried though, two days later you began to forget that Nayeon was supposed to come back that night. It started with the afternoon rain and then, Yoongi’s classic plan to watch a movie on the couch, except for the fact that you weren’t going to watch that movie, you figured that out before him.

In your defense, you were in a haze. You were feeling like a teenager from the moment he came back, he walked through the door and greeted you like he just came back from the war, lifting you in the air and kissing you against the wall. You had an undeniable attraction for each other’s bodies, even though he had missed more than that, he missed you in every way. He missed the way you buried your nose on the skin of his neck, he had missed your soft kisses, your bad jokes and the way you bickered with him, but that afternoon it was impossible to ignore the elephant in the room, and you had missed him as much as he missed you.

When you wanted to look back, you already had taken his shirt off, your pajama shorts were already gone and it was already too late to stop when he decided to rid up your shirt, telling you to keep it there up your chest to kiss your breast as he pushed your panties aside to bury himself between your legs.

In the past weeks there had been no time to even think about sex, only then, under a fuzzy blanket and under Yoongi’s body, you realized how much you missed him in that way.

He thrusted in and out of you, burying his face on the crook of your neck and whispering non stop how much he missed you.

There was no point in hiding that you missed him too. You had missed the way he kissed your neck and whispered bold words in your ear, you had missed his hands on every part of your body, you had missed the way he commanded you and the look of satisfaction on his face when you obeyed him.

Maybe the worst (or best) part of Yoongi was that he knew exactly how to take advantage of you, he knew exactly what to say to make you crumble apart under him. He used sweet words and showered you in praises, he kissed, bit and sucked your neck until he left a mark, he pulled your hair and made you look him straight in the eye as he drilled in and out your pussy.

“Didn’t you miss this, baby?” He asked, starting to thrust particularly hard this time. “Missed having my cock this deep inside you?” He continued to ask, voice airy and almost crazed. He felt like he was fucking you for the first time, hearing your sweet moans and seeing your tits bounce in front of his face like the first time. You moaned in response and nodded repeatedly, shutting your eyes close when you felt one of his hands traveling up your chest to roll one of your nipples between his fingers. “You’re so good, baby, being a good girl and taking me so well. You deserve to cum all over my cock, do you want that, baby?”

You clenched your walls around his cock, making it obvious how much it turned you on the way he was talking. “Y-yes, please.” You begged, too over the edge not to “Please, please, don’t stop.”

He scoffed, leaning forward to kiss your open mouth, moaning in your mouth as he slipped his tongue past your lips without further warning. “Mmm, I’m not stopping until I fill you up.” He said, making you let out a loud whine when he gripped your thigh to try to fuck you deeper. He quickly noticed that he had found that sweet spot of yours that made you cry and whine, milking his cock like the good girl you were. Just the thought of his cum dripping down your cunt was making him go crazy, but neither of you realized that time was ticking.

To start, Yoongi didn’t really like quickies, he was planning to fuck you all night until all you could remember was his name and the feeling between your legs as he pounded inside you, it was the only thing he could think of as the room began to be filled with the sound of your high pitched moans and your hips crashing with each other. That, and the fact that both of you were completely gone were the reason why neither of you heard the sound of the keys or the door opening. You could only get out of the trance when you heard a loud scream in the middle of the living room and the sound of Nayeon cursing as he ran to his bedroom.

Fuck.

Nayeon had come back.

Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks the second he heard your friend, but she already saw and heard enough. Removing himself from inside you abruptly, he looked at you with the most horrified look on his face, asking for an explanation.

It was certainly not the first time that Nayeon had heard some suspicious activity, but she had never seen anything of the sort, and Yoongi was never the kind to be careful of not being caught, but this time was different. Nayeon hated Yoongi for what he did to you, so he was trying to avoid being seen by her, he knew that now she probably wanted to eat him alive.

You helped yourself sit straight by grabbing his shoulders, a shiver ran down your spine “I forgot.” You said in the tiniest whisper he could ever have heard. Any trace of your climax was gone in just a second, your big eyes shined with worry in the darkness of the living room as your face quickly became as red as a tomato, Yoongi thought you were about to start crying of embarrassment.

“You’re kidding.” He wanted to laugh, but he knew better than making you angry at that moment. Instead, he helped you to put back on your shorts.

“This is your fault!” You whined, pulling up his boxers and pushing him out of your way.

“How is this my fault?” He complained “You were the one screaming for my-”

Did Nayeon hear that?

You wanted to cry.

“Shut up!” You cut him, getting up and shaking your head in denial. “I’m gonna… Talk to her.”

“Yup, you should do that.” He agreed, picking up his shirt from the floor.

“You should hide in my room.” You ordered him.

“Hide?” He questioned, already dressed. “I’m gonna need to take a cold shower after that.”

You rolled your eyes.

“If you get out of my room before I finish talking to her I’m never touching your dick again.” You warned.

Then, Yoongi’s smile was whipped out of his face. He nodded, following you towards the hallway to hide in your room like you asked.

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creepling · 1 year

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hi! happy 1k <3 may i request a piece with johnny x single mom reader + the prompt “will you stay?” “of course, i’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”? i thought it’d be interesting if reader was formerly captured by the sawyer family, while she was on vacation with friends, but johnny relented and decided to let her go because of how badly she begged for her life & at the time her baby was only 2 months old, which she told him. so johnny being johnny as well, he was able to track her down a month later — at first just to check up on her, but he decided he wanted to help her raise her kid & kind of switch up his life since the baby’s father is (willingly) out of the picture. also reader is a young mom (early 20s), around the same age that johnny is, he’s just a lil older. they’re still warming up to each other/developing their relationship but to the reader’s surprise, johnny’s really good with kids & has done a lot to help reader out to give her a break? AAAA THIS IS A LOT OF INFO IM SORRY but i hope it makes sense & that you have fun with making something out of this <333

AAAA ok no but i love this, idk it makes sense for the sawyers to spare a victim if they have a kid?? the whole "family" motto would get to them lol. i love all your info but i apologise if i've missed out on anything. i've made this drabble more like a time passing sort of thing so i could include everything.

tags: angst. single-mum!reader. reformed!johnny. kid is gn (use of they/it). descriptions of trauma. johnny feels a lot of guilt. mild blood ment.

“Drop the god-damn knife, Johnny. She’s got a kid for crying out loud!” Drayton barked.

Johnny’s adrenaline shot through his body, tensing his muscles and trembling his hands. “Is that true?” He growled, eyes shot out at your petrified stare.

You pulled a Polaroid picture out of your pocket, your bloody hands staining the corners. You beheld it to Johnny, trying to steady your shakes. Johnny gazed at the picture, the newborn clouded in white, its eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.

“My baby . . . My baby. I need to go home to my baby,” You sob, begging on your knees, hysterics maddening all parts of your manner.

Johnny’s knife dropped to the floor, and he thought about every bad thing he had done. There was no coming back from this.

It had been a month of silence. A month of sleepless nights and looking over your shoulder. Breastfeeding became agonising. Your baby’s cries sent you into uncontrollable alertness. Your hair was brittle and your skin shallow, the stress shivering through your body like a ghost entering your soul.

The letters came around that time. Off-white envelopes with a few dollars in cash. All that was left was a note,

For the Baby, I’m sorry.

Meeting him again after the kidnapping was an anxiety-driven step, bouncing your baby on your lap as you waited in the diner booth. You convinced yourself you lost your mind, wanting to rekindle with your kidnapper. But you hadn’t heard from anyone since the birth; the baby daddy became non-existent. Your family refuse to return your calls. The only person willing to help you was Johnny.

He was silent across from you for a while. The only words he uttered were to order from the menu. He shovelled down an apple pie while you bottle-fed your child, lulling them to their afternoon nap.

“Why are you helping me?” You remember asking. Visioning Johnny’s deep gaze, his subtle glances at your first-born, a tinge of sadness glazing his eyes.

He said he owed you too much. Your baby deserved to grow up with a male figure in its life, and you deserved someone to protect you. The sight of your youthful features withering away from stress, the permanent damage he inflicted on you, ached your eyes and down-turned your smile. It kept him up at night thinking about you, struggling with the fussing cries and flashes of his brute force. He wanted to step up. He was ready for redemption.

He drove you back home, watching over his new companions with careful eyes. His arm outstretched as he turned the wheel, hoping not to disturb the baby’s slumber. The rascal woke up eventually, full of energy the minute you invited him inside. “Would you like to hold them?” You asked, unable to ignore his loving stares.

He felt like crying, holding something so precious. Knowing he nearly orphaned this child, ridding it of a beautiful mother. He swore to protect the kid, holding its gentle head and leaning it into his chest. His gentleness surprised you, the warmth filling your smile for the first time in months.

Johnny never left the house. He hadn’t seen his family in months and had no plans on returning. Your little one was proliferating, and Johnny got used to using his strength to pry the ankle biter from dangerous objects. He ditched the knives and retired into swinging the kid until they were out of breath from laughter. He stepped up, got a job, and brought money in to keep you secure.

He was a different man, and he changed you as a mother. He repented for his sins. He begged for forgiveness with every stare your way, with every gentle touch. You finally forgave him, praying that his presence is destined to be everlasting.

“Will you stay?” He held you in his arms as you choked up, clinging to his body.

“I’m not plannin’ on leavin’ anytime soon.” Johnny kissed the top of your head, his arms around you. Your loving touch soothing the aching heart he’s adorned for decades.

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mooonjin · 2 years

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Hi hi!echo anon here i just realized that instead of putting echo x reader i put hunter/// can you feel my love for that man coming though yet-??? Anyways..the echo fic was so cute!! I hope you dont mind me requesting again;;but since i cant seem to get hunter off my mind... Hunter x reader where hunter is being a dad figure to omega AND navigating being in a relationship with the reader? I feel like alot of fics skip the part where The bad batch were soldiers and loving someone doesnt really come as easy to them;; oh my lord i wrote alot- anyways ill end this!! Do you have a masterlist?? And rules for your writings?

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Notes: AAAA so sorry echo anon that took so long to come you!! but its hereeee~~ to answerr your questions, i will have a masterlist soon once i get rest of the bad batch fics out and rules? not so really,, just nothing so super violent or extreemly dark smut ykk? okok enjoyyyyyyyyyy :DD

Pairing: Hunter x gn!reader

Summary: Dealing with a role as an older brother (dad) was something he'd never have thought of but also getting into a relationship? Yeah, that's another.

Warnings/Tags: mentions of Zygerrians, mild kissing, fluff — tell me if I've missed anything!

Hunter whimpered into the kiss.

You don't remember how many rotations it's been since you were able to have a makeout session with him. Let alone have him make noise. The shiver that travelled throughout your body caused you to push desperately against him.

Hunter's breathing shifted, he was almost panting like a dog in need of water. His kissing was sloppy, though you didn't complain. He's a soldier, obviously not the type to go around and practice kissing.

As Hunter's firm hands slid under your blacks, goosebumps appeared across your skin. His mere touch can send you into a frenzy; it was electrifying and soft. His hands came down to the hem of your shirt with the intention of removing it. He grinned teasingly against your neck, you could feel it.

As inexperienced as he seemed, he could still be the biggest tease ever. Just as he was about to take your top off, his thoughts wandered too far into a territory he'd been avoiding.

For him, he felt oddly free of worry and thought. He wasn't about to let that mindset take over him.

Hunter's paranoia kicked in, his hands abandoning your shirt and you completely.

You pouted once his touch left your skin, "Wait, where's Omega?" Hunter's iris dilated at a concerning speed, his eyes staring you down, his squint as menacing as ever. The initial atmosphere of arousal dissipating at lightspeed.

You sighed, shaking your head. He still wasn't used to balancing such a dad-like life with a relationship at the same time, "I sent her off with Wrecker," you reassured him, but he didn't appear too convinced. He always had to make sure Omega was somewhere in his sight, "Your brother's a big guy 'n Omega can handle herself now." you added on.

Whilst cupping his jaw, you examined his face. You gently took your thumb and caressed the tatted skull upon his cheek. He seemed nervous and wasn't easily reassured that Omega was okay. Not that he doesn't trust you or his brothers, oh gosh no.

"Woah-ho, 'm I interrupting?" a booming voice suddenly filled the Marauder, frightening Hunter and yourself.

It was only Wrecker, who seemed to be searching for Gonky as he frantically whipped his head around the nooks and cranny of the shuttle. The brute loves doing sets with the poor droid and is also the master of barging in without warning.

Although you had a grin on your face, Hunter wasn't the same. You could feel his gloved hands grip the lower part of your waist and you didn't know why.

His lips pursed inwards and his eyes squinted more than you've seen before. As his eyes darted around the space in thought, you spoke with a soft voice, "Hey, you okay?—"

"—Wrecker, where's Omega?"

This time, your eyes darted around the space, trying to regain Hunter's eye contact. You could hear happy noises erupt from further up the ship, assuming Wrecker found gonky laying around.

With a quick kiss on your forehead from Hunter, he hastily bolted up towards Wrecker, who was fortunately not paying attention to the lovebirds in the ship.

"Where's Omega?" as you walked slowly towards the two, you could hear how stern Hunter's voice became. You placed both of your hands on his shoulders to calm him down.

He looked over his shoulder to face you, oddly getting distracted by your beauty. The sight of his eyes relaxing a little bit was relieving.

"Left 'er with Cid, said she wanted to show her something she'd like—" faster than the speed of hyperspace, Hunter was out the Marauder in milliseconds and dashing his way deep into town, accidentally bumping you to the ground.

He didn't look back to apologise or even think twice about the harsh contact, by the time Wrecker helped you onto your feet, he was no longer visible.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your thigh from where you fell.

"Y'know... I have another weapon similar to that energy bow of yours," Cid mumbled. She walked over to her desk, the surface area filled with artifacts Omega had never seen before.

She wanted to inspect them all, pry, use, poke, do whatever she was able to do with the mysterious item. They didn't appear clean or regularly dusted but that was expected. 'Clean' wasn't usually the word for Cid's parlor.

Cid whipped out an old crate labelled 'FRAGILE' in bright red paint as well as being covered in crispy, aged blaster shots. Assuming the box was valuable and was definitely shot at, Omega's attention was directed from the target she was focusing on to the crate.

"Was that box stolen?" Omega piped up. She titled her head, curiously, making her way around the hologram table and towards Cid's desk.

As the crate made contact with the desk, multiple metal thumps could be heard from inside, a small wave of dust bouncing off the surface.

Cid scoffed, waving her hand about before opening the box, "Mmm, maybe, but no one's comin' after this, I'll tell you that," it was dusty. Really dusty. It must've been hidden away in the office for some time.

Unfortunately, Omega was too small to see what was in the box so she urged Cid to bring whatever the contents were inside, out. She received an eye roll from Cid, who complied anyway.

Having the embodiment of curiosity run about on two legs has its cons. It wasn't the most ideal around a snappy, sassy lizard.

Omega's eyes widened at the sight of a golden... stick?

"What's that supposed to be?"

"An electro-whip." Cid dusted off the thin layer of dust on the handle before presenting it. Omega let her fingers slide along the strange prongs on one end of the whip.

She was particularly interested in the design of the handle, her fingers descending from the prongs and onto the swirly, yellow designs.

As Cid lent Omega full control of the whip, she was already trying to find an on button, "How does it work?" she titled the handle on every angle, checking if there was anything to touch, press, hold, anything. She even dangerously stuck her eye through the prongs, looking down into a small contraption where the whole show of the whip emerged from.

"You might not wanna stick your eye there, Tiny," Omega immediately backing away as Cid chuckled. Cid gently took a hold of the handle and turning it around before giving it back to Omega, "Hold this handle and push this button, you'll hear a buzzing sound. And make yourself some room." she shooed Omega back.

She did as instructed, backing away from Cid's desk to give herself some room to charge up the whip. Looking around the handle, she found the button to hold down. Her thumb pressed against it, a tingly feeling and a buzzing noise slowly climbing up in decibels.

A golden stream of electricity emerged from the tip of the handle which startled Omega. She looked at the activated weapon in awe, fascinated at how it worked. Before she could wind up her arm to test the whip, Hunter came bursting through office door.

Startled again, Omega took her thumb off the button, the whip retracting, "Well, look who decided to show up." Cid chimed in, crossing her arms as Hunter stepped into the room.

His eyes immediately landing on whatever Omega was clutching in her hand. He noticed it right away, that same whip that he managed to overpower from the Zygerrian when they did their first rescue mission for Cid.

Hastily, he snatched it out of Omega's hand, careful not to hurt her in the process, "You shouldn't be toying with this," he walked over to the open crate on Cid's desk, placing the whip inside and closing the crate back up with a loud slam, buckling the crate tight.

He shot a brooding glare at Cid who defensively put her hands up.

Hunter placed a hand on Omega's shoulder, ushering her out the door. Omega waved to Cid before the sliding doors closed. The two exited the parlor entirely and was greeted with the sound of Ord Mantell.

The Marauder wasn't far from the parlor and neither was the Pantoran man that sold Mantell Mix. Omega giggled at the sight of Wrecker attempting to bargain the price.

As they passed Wrecker, Hunter gestured to him to just pay what the original price is considering they were going on a mission soon that pays well, "Maybe'll get cheaper next'ime..." he grumbled.

Omega gently shook her head, dismissing and forgiving Wrecker even though she didn't expect him to get anything when she came back from Cid's.

Wrecker happily ran ahead at the sight of a fixed Gonky and a disappointed Tech. You emerged from inside the Marauder, glad to see Omega well and Hunter calmed down.

After Wrecker had accidentally sat on Gonky's charging port, he'd ran off the buy something to compensate Tech for having to fix it.

You observed as Omega went along to hang out with Wrecker and Gonky. Tech, on the other hand, was glued to his holopad once again, "Echo and Crosshair are in need of my presence in town, excuse me." His put on his helmet and walked off, nodding dismissively to Hunter to let him know as well.

You stood upon the open door of the shuttle, waiting for Hunter to acknowledge you. Once he had taken his eyes of Omega, his eyes swept straight to you.

He expected a grin or an arms open hug but was met with a cold expression. Deep down he knew he did something wrong running off like that and ignoring you instantly. You exited the shuttle, walking towards him. He froze, terrified he might've made you angry.

He didn't know what to do in situations like this, having only seen scenarios similar when he would watch holofilms. Hunter was nervous, expecting it to end how it would've in the films: yell, shout, quiet down, angry break up.

"Look I really—"

"—You okay?"

What?

He didn't expect that question from you. Hunter was taken aback, almost forgetting to answer your question, "Wha— oh, yes, I'm okay? I guess," you chuckled at his step up, bringing a grin to his face. He hoped this wasn't a cover up of you being twitchy with him.

You pecked his lips, pulling away to address the recent situation, "Omega can be curious—" you began.

"—And reckless." Hunter finished, sighing, but you quickly shushed him with your index finger.

"And that's what makes her, her. I know you want to prevent her from getting hurt or lost but she's still a kid." Hunter's eyes panned over to Wrecker and Omega playing catch — Gonky basically being piggy in the middle — proudly witnessing the first time on Saluecami with Shaeeah and Jek. They both were happy and giggly, occasionally missing the ball and accidentally throwing towards one another's face, "Remember what Suu told you?"

"Children will always find ways of getting into trouble," he quoted, taking his eyes off the duo and back to yours. They always seemed to glimmer every time he stared.

You pulled him into a hug, if wasn't as comfortable with his armour on but the embrace is what matters.

Hunter pulled away, his hands returning to your waist, "I really like you a lot..." he sighed.

"Only?"

He became flustered at the intense eye contact, "Well—maybe more, I uh, don't know...?"

"I love you too," you pecked him again, watching as he scratched the back of his neck, "You're allowed to say it, are you not ready?" you prepared to apologise.

"No, it's not that it's just... I'm not the type someone falls in love with." he nervously confessed. You enveloped him in a passionate kiss, offering comfort. A small smooch of a plop was heard as the both of you pulled away.

"Would you care to finish what we started?" you grinned, feeling how tense his hands became that rested behind your waist.

"Gladly," he growled.

This time, you were gonna get more than whimpers out of him.

Post-Notes: didya like it? i enjoyed the prompt s bunch!! tysm anonn ^^

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riewritten · 1 year

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what do you think Erwin considers himself that he sucks at but at the same time he enjoys doing it? suddenly i thought of tiktoks that are like "having a hobby you're bad at is okay". do you have any hobbies you consider yourself not good at too?

tbh i think the "bad" and "good" stuffs are all social constructs, but i'm still struggling with crocheting just bc i think i suck but at the same time i know that's something i do for relax. still sometimes i can't afford to think that way??? do you have the same problem and have you overcome it? i have no idea if this is a prompt or just me asking you stuffs.

do you often project what you're thinking into your writing and visual arts and any other form of art?

oh my god this is getting nowhere 🥲🥲 thank you for reading Rie. have a good day!!!

THE BEST BIRTHDAY

ERWIN SMITH X GEN NEUTRAL!READER

TAGS: fluff, slice of life, kissing, comfort, office romance AU, idiots in love, insecurities, and AAAA HAPPEE BIRTHDAY ERWIN (this also goes with my most recent ask)

WORDS: 2.9k

hi @frenchdyer ❤ i know i took this long bc i've been thinking about this. like the otherworldly self-reflectio i only tend to have once in a year or whenever i'm PMS-ing lol. how's your crocheting? were you able to improve somehow months after you had sent me this msg? my sister gifted me a crochet kit, so i've been planning to learn, too!

on a personal note, the hobby i suck at but enjoy doing nonetheless is drawing! perhaps it's a self-esteem issue, but i've been drawing since i was 5. the passion came to me even before i learned how to write! due to the amount of years i've been trying to master it only to have minimal progress, i can say drawing is smth i can never admit i'm good at. but i came to terms to it now (when i was in highschool i was so insecure about it lol) and bc i did, i draw things to enjoy, not bc i'm utterly pressured to improve!

On the surface, even his closest friends would have a different time answering this question. It's Erwin we're talking about, after all! The literal embodiment of academic perfection and charisma!

Erwin also wants to think of something other than an answer. Although he admits his flaws well when someone points them out, he wants to be good at everything as much as possible. For a perfectionist like him, self-admittance would mean giving up!

It is until you said something that made him recnsider. "Sometimes, I don't see you as a human."

In hindsight, the context of your question was, "What do you want to have for your birthday?" but Erwin seems to be the type to already have the things he'd want and need in life, perhaps if one were to speak materially. Every gift he'd receive would only impact him a little, and you want to change that.

He chuckles at the remark, amused as your features remain serious, "Do I feel like an alien?"

"Dunno," you shrug without turning up at him—only at the papers, hiding a frustrated blush. "And if you're actually a slimy organism underneath? It scares me."

You hear the office chair sliding towards you, and as swift as ever, Erwin's hand is on top of yours. He squeezes it gently, and you try to hold your fluster by glaring at him. Luckily. Only the two of you are in the office; what would the others say if they saw this? You and Erwin made it clear to keep your relationship hidden by acting 'decent' in public places.

He lets you feel its warmth first, although unsure of the reason why, then he guides your hand towards his cheeks. He presses your palm on it.

"W-what?"

Erwin casually leans his cheek to your palms, albeit with a tranquil expression contrary to you, perhaps amusingly watching your reaction. "Mind repeating what you said earlier?"

"I said underneath. Hypothetically. And I don't mean it literally as well."

"Underneath? Well, that's quite a unique way of asking me to—"

You swatted your hand away and lightly hit his chest as you couldn't hold the fluster. "Stop playing with me. I'm not done yet."

"Well, I'm done."

"Please don't make it my problem."

"I'm actually offering to help."

You perk up in glee. If Erwin's to help, then you might as well consider yourself done. You pulled your chair away from your desk so Erwin could look at it.

However, Erwin asks something completely unrelated amidst the heap of your paperwork. "Why do you not see me as a human?"

"You feel like some sort of god."

"Silly, that's a metaphor that would fit you more."

"Oh, you. Stop flustering me." you huff in sarcasm. "You know about the crocheted scarf I was planning to give you before winter ends?"

"Yeah, and it's summer already. I'm still waiting for it, though."

"I threw it away."

"Huh?" Erwin looks at you in surprise, eyebrows twitched in confusion, perhaps in a whine. He knows you've been trying so hard for it. "Why would you?"

"I'm not good at it."

"But you were enjoying it. You told me so."

"Not because I enjoy it means I'm good at it," you then smile in defeat. "Let's just say I'm not as fast at learning as you are, no matter how much the task interests me. Maybe that's why I sometimes can't deem you human, too. Too good for me, I think."

Erwin could only observe you afterward. You don't try to make it a big issue, none but admittance that unpretentiously comes out of your mouth. As much as it is, perhaps, concerning self-esteem, Erwin is the one hit by it. The way you could admit your flaws a bit too easily and go home without pondering on it is something he couldn't easily do even if he tried. It takes one to help overcome an insecurity and another to admit his own.

"That's not true."

"It is. You really excel at everything, Erwin. That's something I also yearn to have for myself. You don't have flaws. Or, well, let's say you have one, but no normal being can see it so easily."

Well, you were able to lay down his flaws then and there. After all, he's having difficulty coming to terms with his flaws—or perhaps, on saying such admittances out loud. You are right. As much as Erwin demands you to open yourself up to him, some facets stay unsaid because he opts to and wants to remain an ideal image, perhaps one who can only admit his inadequacy if someone points it out. You're the complete opposite, though. You could admit your flaws and still end the day happily. The 'incompatibility', or so you might call it, could be giving him a hard time consoling you.

Oh, and when he recently enjoys consoling you the most. He really appreciates having you open up to him, enjoys the privilege of being able to take care of you as you let him, enjoys listening to your blabbers, and offers resolutions just like the strategic man he is. After all, he's one of the few people who sees that.

Only if he doesn't suck doing it.

"Oh no, did I say something that upset you?" you ask worriedly, sensing his silence.

And he's not the one to be given comfort right now, or so he thinks. It's as if you hit a nail, albeit unaware of how and where it hit him.

Just as if closing the distance is the needed nudge, Erwin pulls your figure towards him, holds both cheeks and surrenders to sweet kisses. Erwin's lips are warm, and the pace is languid. Yet, it's overwhelming enough to deprive you of your senses, let alone the urgent question of why he is suddenly acting the way he is. This might be the first time he got intimate with you inside the workplace. You know this type of kiss from him, too—he does it whenever he's dreary or after working on a significant research paper that got him weary.

The worry reverberates, and thus, you withdraw from the kiss, "Is this because of the scarf? I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have thrown it away. Don't worry, I'll make another one and—hmph!"

He cuts you off for another kiss, harsher this time, perhaps classified as a silent sulk for cutting off the lovely exchange, but no—you're wrong. It's not on you at all. Erwin is frustrated with himself. He holds onto your waist until you're seated on his lap and wraps his hand around your neck to press you further to his chest—hoping it would compensate for the distance you two have due to his inadequacies. To be great in giving you solace is to be vulnerable and imperfect; how could he do that?

He withdraws when both of you need air, albeit begrudgingly, "I'm sorry, Erwin. I know you waited for that scarf."

"No, it's not about that."

"Then what?"

He pretended to ponder for a few seconds, eyes roaming the room to gather his words. He pursed his lips before pointing out, "Don't you think the way you perceive me as a human far beyond you is a flaw I might have? Partners are not supposed to see each other that way."

"I'm merely exaggerating."

"Yes, but still."

"Are you saying you must apologize to me because you're such a perfect being?"

"No, because I'm failing to show you that I'm not."

Oh.

You finally see where he's coming from. "Are you failing by choice?"

He averts his gaze away, "Yes."

"Then it can really be a flaw," you flash him a sympathetic smile, moving his face so he'd see you in the eyes again, "can you tell me why?"

“I'm not brave enough to show it the way other people do."

"You just did, honey."

"Not because I want to, but because I'm insecure about my inability to console you like a normal partner would. The way you perceive me right now says a lot about our distance. And mind you, doing this isn't even supposed to be this hard."

Both of you stopped. That is by far the most vulnerable thing he had said about himself since you started dating months ago—and it wouldn't even sound vulnerable unless it came out of Erwin's mouth. That's how hard he's been all this time.

He expects you to be annoyed. After all, that might be one of the shallowest reasons he had ever given, too.

But then you smile as if you appreciate him for saying that much—just as if you know it takes a lot for the Erwin Smith to admit something like that, "It's not something you can unlearn overnight. Do not fret."

He lets out a defeated chuckle, "That I know well."

"What's strange is that I'm not your first partner. How come this didn't become a problem with your previous ones?"

"Because people are content to perceive me that way. At some point, I preferred that, too. Honestly—" he leans his head on your shoulder, hands on your waist to keep your balance on his lap, "had it not affected the way I console you, I would prefer things to stay that way."

You pepper him with kisses all over his face, something he accepts as a reward, "Honestly, I would prefer you this way, too. A relationship with a god can be a bit of a struggle, after all."

"Indeed it is. What a struggle I have right now."

You glare at him, "What do you mean by that?"

He shakes his head nothing, hands lurking inside your shirt to feel you more, to shower you with reverence, "Let me finish this now. I miss our bed."

Today is his birthday, and you still need to think of a gift that could be deemed special.

As a last-minute reflection before giving up the gift that has been frustrating you for days, you try to ponder on the previous days since he opened up.

Erwin has become more talkative since then. He's always been chatty towards you since you started the relationship, especially when info dumping. However, this has a stark difference. He's trying too much as if matching an expectation no one but him had set up. Wording it as "forced" would perhaps hurt, but it's not something you could deny, either. Only when afternoon came did you realize how to fix it, with Erwin on a couch and crochet yarns on his lap. He has his phone at the coffee table and the familiar tutor video playing in the background. Eventually he sighs, unties the yarn, and repeats—this time with much precision, and you couldn't help but smile. When Erwin is about to learn something new, he locks himself in his office and spends the whole day studying it alone. Only now did you finally unravel why, and it's apparently part of his mentioned flaw that night.

He might be forcing himself lately, but it's the adjustment that counts.

Erwin perks up in surprise when you sit beside him and hold his hand. You guide his fingers into the correct way of tying the knot. You didn't say anything, and maybe you even tried to act like it's an everyday routine. Erwin pretends to listen and pick up the techniques you're blabbering, but in reality, he's just looking at your face. His lips are flat but twitching as he's trying to hold the urge to steal a kiss. He tries to inhale longer to indulge in the scent of your hair but not too much to call your attention. And as the moment passes, thirty minutes, perhaps because the video's finally done playing in the background, Erwin realizes something.

Just… just what held him back from being like this towards you? This is, in fact, a short step. The bare minimum, even. And even so, it felt genuinely liberating. Indeed, he's been forcing himself to be vulnerable recently, but this is the first time it exuded a positive feeling.

Your hands gently stop, the instruction's done, and Erwin only realizes when you turn to look him in the eye, "You get it?"

"The what?"

"Huh?"

"Oh," Erwin tries to recall what his blank, sappy head might have digested so far, only to no avail. The only thing coming up in his mind right now is the smell of your shampoo. Perhaps his nerdy brain is trying to guess the unfamiliar flavor mix and earn your praise once his guess is correct. "I—uh—"

"You didn't listen at all."

He smiles, guilty.

You sigh, "I'm quite persistent, you see. We're not eating dinner until we both master this knot."

"Wouldn't this wait? I'm not in the mood anymore."

You shake your head and untie the yarn. But just as you're about to quip at his newfound impatience (and how cute he is trying to get the hang of it like a little kid learning origami), Erwin grasps the tool away from your hands and cups your cheeks.

He first lands a chaste peck on your forehead, then the bridge of your nose, then the tip of it, then the two cheeks, and finally, it deepens when he reaches for your mouth.

And because you are indeed a persistent being, you have no idea how shamelessly grateful Erwin was when you did more than just pull him in. He tried to stop himself, after all, for seconds in case it'd do anything better. Maybe you're not in the mood; perhaps you want to see the side of him not knowing better and learning things together. But when his palm glided on your cheek and your eyes widened in response, the tremor in his nerves overpowered the need to ask.

Perhaps the tremor was gratitude because here he is, not getting any younger, and yet, this is only his first genuine step to face his vulnerability.

You kiss him back and wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in, albeit quite sure why he's suddenly kissing you like this.

Unlike the previous one, his kisses are full of gentleness, and not a tinge of frustration can be seen. His hands, although huge and hard, slide inside your shirt so softly to feel your bare skin. You withdraw a bit to ask what might be the matter, but quickly forget the question when you see his face. He's blushing as though it's the first time he has kissed like this. His eyes are pretty lidded, lips a bit open, and you realize that although you had seen this expression before, it was for a very brief moment—not immediately after a chaste kissing session.

He looks at you, quite disappointed for cutting the kiss short again. He grabs you by the ankle until you're sitting on his lap.

"Did something happen?"

He shakes his head, "Saying it out loud would be sappy."

"If you think I'd forgive you for spacing out while I'm—kyah!"

He starts sucking on your neck, "Shut up and don't ruin the moment."

"The what? Hey, don't mark on it. I'm warning you."

Erwin really wants to explain his thoughts. He's sure you'd be glad if you were to know all of this. Even though he could never perceive this as a significant step beyond, he bet you'd be giggling and jumping once you know.

He looks up and tries to explain but realizes how tired he is holding everything in—it took him decades. Erwin addressed it only after loving someone so ardently that he was willing to give up years-long prideful habits—all to love you more. He is exhausted, and your lips are so soft and so near, offering the sheer comfort he needs. It's parted slightly; if his tongue were to slip inside, it would send him into great bliss. Erwin is exhausted right now; perhaps he’d share his thoughts after this overwhelming, trembling warmth subsides.

For now, he at least tries to give a small context, "This is the best birthday I've ever had."

"Y-you think so?!" What have you done? You've been thinking about it for months! How could it happen without you knowing? "We spent the day indoors. We haven't even done anything special yet."

"You'd get quite full of yourself if you knew."

"You're trying to escape for not listening to my crochet blabbers."

"I don't want to get sappy today. Can't we just continue?"

"Well, uh… I really want to know what I did," you avert your gaze away. "I've been at the edge lately, thinking of ways to make you say you got the best birthday today—with me. Now that you finally say it, however…"

Again, it's as if you hit a nail, albeit unsure where and how you did.

"And there you have it. Your answer."

"Huh?" It took you a while to process that. "Because you're with me?"

He nods, albeit in a teasing manner.

"Eek. The sap shudders me."

"That's why I asked if we could just continue where we left off."

"The crocheting, indeed." you tease, but as you're about to reach the tool again, Erwin carries you up in his arms. He doesn't even need to tell you where he'd bring you. The impatient man would straight up lead you to bed to show what he wants.

Instead of scolding him for cutting the lecture off, you sigh and muffle your head in his neck, "You have to thank god it's your birthday today."

"Oh, yes of course," he kisses the crown of your head. "Thank you, dear."

TAGLIST: sorry for causing inconvenience with your notifs, my dears in taglist TT i wasn't planning to publish this tonight but the birthday request activated my brain neurons and said "what if u unload your WIPS and just publish this thing" so yea. sorry. @frenchdyer @watyousayin @collinnmckinley @aeanya @xiaotopia @cadenza-damour @grimistheangerinmystares @rinamars | STORY SUBSCRIPTION FORM

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skullinacowboyhat · 5 months

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Can I ask you about your mage slayer turned sorceress oc? She’s pretty and I love magic as queer allegory tropes.

I wanna hear more about her backstory, from your tags it seems very compelling

Aaaa thank you so much! I was obsessed with BBC Merlin for a little while (still am ngl) so any story that explores magic as a queer allegory makes me happy!

I've put the long-ass backstory I sent to my DM under the cut for your reading pleasure <3

Born in Montagne (our homebrew country) to two gnome parents, Kithri was raised in the Frosthaven village for the first 8 years of her life. Her parents were relatively present - loving, if a bit young and inexperienced. Also, Kithri was born Xalin Nimblefoot, but changed her name when she went on the run.

When Kithri was 8, her village was attacked by bandits who demanded a large portion of their crops and goods. In desperation, the villagers reached out to a nearby mage, who promised them they would stop the bandits. When the bandits came again, the mage scared them off, then turned around and demanded the same goods and more from the villagers, claiming that since they were their hero, they should get their reward. Some of the villagers refused, including Kithri’s parents. The mage made an example of Kithri’s father, attacking him with fire magic, then leaving the village with the goods and promising to return later for more. Kithri’s father died of his injuries a few days later.

Desperate and riddled by grief, Kithri’s mother reached out to the Magehunter Guild (of which she had heard rumors of before). When the mage returned, the guild was waiting. Won’t go into detail, but it’s fair to say that the mage’s death was brutal and very public. Invigorated by revenge, a bunch of the villagers joined the guild, including Kithri’s mother.

For the years following, Kithri and her mother were taught mage-hunting skills - Kithri’s mother was gifted with poisons and covert assassinations, while Kithri was trained in infiltration and ranged combat (lots of sniping with the crossbow from afar). Kithri’s mother rose quickly through the ranks and became a respected member. She rarely ever spoke of Kithri’s father and as the years passed, she and Kithri grew more and more distant. Instead of facing their grief or their tense relationship, they both threw themselves into their work. Anti-magic rhetoric was obviously the standard in the guild, but with Kithri’s mother, it was so intense that Kithri couldn’t even mention good magic users without being shouted down. Nevertheless, they both built a life within the guild and worked well together on missions.

When Kithri was 23, she was sent on a solo mission - hunting down a divination mage. She worked for weeks, strategizing and studying the mage. She learned the best way to defeat the mage was to attack up close. She ambushed the mage in her study and was close to killing her, when the mage cast a shield spell and made to run. However, something about Kithri intrigued the mage and with the shield still up, the mage cast a ‘Reveal Magic’ spell (not exactly that spell, but basically one that would unlock Kithri’s powers, which had been lying dormant for years). Kithri’s magic now activated, she felt herself change suddenly. She could feel the magic in her skin, just on the edge of bursting. Enraged, confused and convinced that the mage had cursed her, Kithri got past her defenses and grappled her, demanding answers. The mage told her the truth - Kithri was a sorcerer of moderate power, but her magic needed to be unlocked first. Kithri refused to accept this and in a rage, killed the mage.

Kithri returned to the guild and attempted to hide her new powers, but she hadn’t learned control yet and within a few days, she was discovered (she cast an ice spell on instinct when she was attacked). The guild immediately turned on her, throwing her into a cell and demanding to know how long she had been hiding this. Kithri had known how radical the group was, but she was shocked by how quickly they turned on her despite knowing her for years (and practically raising her). Her mother disowned her and did nothing when the guild’s leader said she needed to be executed.

The night before her proposed execution, Kithri escaped using her new-found powers and fled to the Cline. Since then, she’s been on the run, trying to keep a low profile while she discovers more about her powers. She has since accepted that this is a natural part of her and not a curse from the mage; she uses her powers without hesitation and has shed the radical views she was trained to believe. However, she still is wary of most magic-users and gives them a wide berth.

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cookii-moon · 1 year

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FULL Dragons Rising thoughts and opinions!

PLEASE BE AWARE SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 1-10 OF DRAGONS RISING LIES AHEAD!!! If you have not watched it PLEASE be aware that the following contains both massive and minor spoilers for the entire plot of part 1, if you haven’t seen the full thing and wish to go in without spoilers I HEAVILY recommend you save this for later. I put this message here for those who do not have the spoiler tags filtered.

so… new ninjago show! So far? Absolutely love it. It’s shaping up to be interesting and… …well written??! I really enjoyed It, especially the characterization. Sooo good. No concrete opinions on the overarching plot yet, since.. it isn’t out… BUT I do think it’s shaping up to be pretty great.

Now without further ado-

1: Characters

1.1: Arin

I’d say I enjoy him! I do like how he’s portrayed as giddy and all ready to learn, his dream basically just came true and it’s great. Man hyper fixated so much that he taught himself an ancient art style and like yeah that tracks.

I like his design - you can tell he’s had a rough life by the dirt on his shirt and the scratch marks on his face, but he tries not to give up hope or let it get to him too much. I also like how he has a haircut commonly associated with black people and they kept the theme by also having that one line about a haircut he tried to get reference Zane’s, since Zane also has a haircut commonly used by black people. Nice lil way of alluding to a potentially POC character while still using the Lego skin tones.

His little moments where he lets his struggles get the best of him and showcases how his life these past few years have also impacted him for not just the better but also worse - they’re great. Nice way of balancing his character and personality with his experiences while not losing the charm. Things like him being all self deprecating sometimes, or how he felt seen when people looked up to him - they’re great. Not as much as I’d like, but i get the feeling that while this part was more focused on Sora and her backstory, the next might be more centered around Arin.

On a more personal note - while I think he’s great and has potential, I dunno if he’s really my thing. I don’t hate him, I actually like him, just not as much as some other characters right now. I think he needs some time to grow on me, or it’s just not my thing. Either way, he’s cool. Also I love how he just slaps his medallion on his face when he gets second place… it’s so dramatic-

1.2: Sora

aaaa trans kitty cat girl my beloveddd she’s just ugghhhh I love her so much. Probably one of my favorite new characters. I liked her but was scared they’d go too far with the generic big sister trope and she’d never get any deeper than that but boy I’m glad I was wrong.

I love her design. The whites and blues a pinks? Really glad they didn’t just go for a full color again, it makes her more distinct! I also love the prosthetic arm SO MUCH. Rare to see any sort of disability rep in media. Even rarer to see prosthetics. (Also yes ik it’s possible it’s just like armor or smthn but given the way it moves I’m like 99% sure it’s a prosthetic, plus I could be wrong but It looks a lot like she has it off during the scene where Lloyd wakes them up, since you can’t see her gold/prosthetic arm where it would usually be. Only going based off of pictures and memory here tho so.) < — haaaahaaaa yeah so uh future Cookie here, wrote that part before the statement came out..yeah that aged poorly. Look maybe they said it’s armor but I REFUSE to accept it that is a prosthetic to me. My mind has engrained it as a prosthetic meaning I couldn't change my mind even if I tried. Leaving that part in tho for histories sake. - Also, the Japanese cat girl is such a vibe. I love how I was right with the blue scrunchie in my art of her.,The power of character design.

I loved her story so much. She was just a kid with a love for technology and making the world a better place, she got offered what she thought was her dream job only to realize the cruel truth she’d likely been ignoring, in such a traumatizing way by the person she looked up to. She got shunned not only socially but by her own parents, being told she was a horrible person for prioritizing the dragons life over her cities energy and questioning the dictatorship. She grew to hate her home and fled and made a life for herself. I love her lil deadname tease, I love how she feels towards her powers and how she feels like she isn’t all that Lloyd thinks she is, how she clearly has issues and also her personality. Her siblings energy with Arin is so good. I love when Lloyd and Arin doubt who’s side they’re on too. I like how she doesn’t learn to control her powers like some ex machina when it’s needed on her own. She tries her hardest but fails and instead of constantly letting that get her down she still tries to fight without them, even if it doesn’t always go well. Dhdhfjdjs I could rant all day.

So uhh yeah i love her. Kitty cat girl. I really like the duality between her and Arin but also the stuff they have in common like sndhdhsben. I mean it should be obvious I like her. She’s in my title thingymajig and I made art for her. But still. Hdjdjdhdh I LOVB HER.

Also this isn’t part of my analysis but when she gets fake IDs if you translate the ninjagan on her card it reads “Sora Surname” as a placeholder and I think it’d be hilarious if we just started using that as her last name tag since this community is obsessed with them. Sora Surname. It’d be so funny. Please tag your posts Sora Surname.

1.3: Euphrasia

So like when dragons rising first released I saw quite a few peoples hating on this girl and imo I actually really like her. I feel like the hate is sort of unfounded but I’ll get into that later.

I like her!! I like the idea of her being a cloud kingdom monk, i like the new cloud kingdom designs, I like that FINALLY girls seem to exist there, and her wanting to ignore and hide her powers because she’s happy where she is and she doesn’t want to lose it. Side note, I do prefer this cloud kingdom, I feel like it leaves more room. Like if someone doesn’t like the idea that they write destiny at all they can just.. chose to see them as a sort of religious group who doesn’t actually write fate, and then if you like the idea that they can control some amount of destiny you can say that they do have control over some parts of it, but that they simply can’t control everything and in the end it’s not only up to them but also the people of the world if the prophecies come true or not (personally I like to think that’s how it is/is implied) or that they COULD control destiny but can’t anymore after the merge. Idk you can stretch it more and I like that. So much better than the old cloud kingdom imo.

Back to Euphrasia, I do like her story and the little we see of her. I’m not actually bothered by the fact that she only appears in one episode. I’ve seen people complaining about it but come on guys, we literally only have ten episodes, would you have preferred that she randomly pops into imperium when she has no logical way of getting there and that’s where like every single other episode takes place?? There physically wasn’t anywhere else she would have appeared after episode 5 unless you made her join Sora and Arin, which not only would you need to lengthen the plot to develop her as a character with interactions since they JUST met, but also it’s refreshing to have a new EM who isn’t one of the new MCs.

the OTHER reason I see people hate her is because of Morro. Obviously, she’s the new master of wind, meaning Morro is dead, and his element went back to the cycle and found a new host. So people are upset.

guys. Guys we literally knew this. We’ve known he was dead since like 2015. We’ve known he moved on to the departed realm since 2016. We’ve known that the wind element has gone back to the cycle and found a new host for YEARS. That doesn’t mean Morro suddenly doesn’t exist. He just doesn’t have his element anymore. He could still appear in the new series, and even if he doesn’t I’m honestly ok with that. His arc is done and i get the feeling he’d go out of his way to avoid the ninja after the merge anyway. It isn’t Euphrasia fault, stop hating on her D:

I don’t have much else to say about her yet. I loved her story and moments and design and vibe and everything but there isn’t much else to talk about bc of the smol screen time amount, so yeah.

1.4: Wyldfyre

Silly wolf-raised-girl-trope-with-a-dragon-twist. I love her so much. Not sure I’d call her one of my favs yet (uuugh they’re all my favs… sobs..) only bc we didn’t see much of her character interactions n stuff.

Her design is so pretty. The colors make her look like a Qilin to me which I love so much.

I do like how she’s knowledgeable enough with humans to be able to interact with the rest of the cast while still keeping her draconic behaviors or knowledge that she gained by being raised around them. I think it’s a nice little limbo and I feel like we’re gonna see at least one identity crisis from her now that she’s in the group.

I’m usually not much of a fan of these types of characters but I actually really like her and I’m excited to see where they go with her. Plus, her powers and the lighting they give off are so pretty.

1.5: Lobbo

I had to include him. Look at him. I CALLED IT. I TOLD YOU ALL, ALL THE WAY BACK IN THE TRAILER DAYS I POINTED OUT LOBBOS MECH. I SAID I LOVED HIM ALREADY AND I WAS RIGHT. TAKE THAT INTERNET!! I unironically love him he’s so funny nobody understands him he’s just THERE with parental and relationship struggles and it’s just so funny to me. Little silly orb man. Now onto the villains!

1.6: Empress Beatrix

So I like… love her design, it’s so menacing and I think she’s so awesome looking. Super gender too. I find her weird rules funny but also sometimes I want to punch her in the face. Like.. why did she get so mad about Rapton being incompetent, but then.. fire Ras… who didn’t really do anything wrong except for fail that ONE time.. instead of Rapton.. who physically isn’t competent whatsoever?? Like I don’t get it?? It felt so random. Maybe it’s some form of her wanting to feel superior and in control so she got rid of Ras as a statement. But then… why not also fire Rapton, who thinks highly of himself bc of the position you gave him?.. I dunno I don’t get it maybe they’ll tell us in part 2.

1.7: Lord Ras

Ah yes, the guy people seem to really like. I’ll be honest, I don’t get the appeal?? Like his design feels out of place, which I guess is intentional but I just.. don’t really like the look of the awkward head mold. It’s a personal thing ig. His personality is just kind of boring to me and we don’t know anything else about him because he’s that scary bad guy general except oh wait he screwed up once and got thrown in prison!! Like I don’t get it?? Look guys he’s not even that attractive. I might be aroace but even I can tell that much. It’s the voice isn’t it. Y’all are simping for the voice smh /lh

I guess his whole “plan” thing is a bit interesting but even that isn’t something I’m too interested. I kinda just found him pretty boring and I felt disinterested whenever he showed up.

like in the last few episodes it felt like they were trying to make us feel bad for him with the way the empress treated him but like, they don’t give us anything to feel bad for?? I dunno the whole thing felt awkward and clunky.

Maybe my opinions will change in part 2 where we’re probably gonna find out more about him, but until then, meh.

also I want to punch him in the face sometimes. I dunno he’s just being all th e r e and boring and so I want to punch him and get him off of the screen because it’s like an annoying type of boring. Yk like an annoying torturous silence. But boring. Yeah that. No offense I don’t hate him I just want to punch him off of my screen.

1.8: Rapton

Silly goofy guy. I’ll be honest I found his incompetence a bit.. annoying? Like I get he’s supposed to be comic relief but like it doesn’t feel right sometimes?? It’s just a personal thing ig. I feel like having some comic relief villains is ok but imperium just has too much comic relief in their villain roster?? Like Ras and Beatrix are pretty much the only capable ones in a fight. Ras got chucked in prison and barely shows up or does much, and Beatrix still has comic relief elements in her ridiculous laws and such. LaRow could count but shes not really a competent fighter since she cowers and nopes out the second Arin tries to fight her. I feel like it just.doesn’t work with imperiums vibe having rapton as a general, and honestly i didn’t find his jokes funny (but ofc humor is subjective). I don’t dislike him, I just don’t really care about him. I want to punch him in the face whenever he shows up but out of annoyance.

1.9: Dr. LaRow

She shows up and I want to punch her but this time out of malice and hatred. She’s a good villain and I like how they handled her but I physically can not feel anything but spite for this woman and I love that. Great villain. Hate her with every fiber of my being which is how it should be.

1.10: Dorama

I don’t have much to say about him asides from that the magician vibes are fun and that I want to punch him in the face for his attitude towards living beings.

… apparently I really feel like punching all of them. Huh. I swear I’m not like this usually I dunno something about all these villains is just punchable.

2: Interactions

Honestly? I’d say the interactions in this show were great. Sora and Arin are great foils to each other and best buds. My only thing is I hope the show doesn’t try to push a ship (I’ve seen people complain about shipping them and while I see their dynamic in a platonic familial sense I have nothing against people shipping them romantically atm since we don’t know of anything that’d make it problematic, I just don’t think it should be forced in canon) but I choose to be hopeful and say it probably won’t. Lloyds interactions with his new students are amazing and so funny srfvjrtfjer Lloyds really gone from the guy who didn’t know what a VCR was to the guy who probably still doesn’t know what a VCR is (somehow) but has now adopted two strays and needs to pretend to know what a VCR is. It’s so funny. The sibling bicker between Lloyd, Kai and Nya was ok, I guess? Never cared much for the RGB sibling idea… Iknowww shame on me but uh was it just me or did the interactions feel a bit… forced? I dunno, something about it just felt off. Was it just me or did anyone else feel like that?? Also Soras interactions with Dr. LaRow and Rapton… so good… Overall I like the interactions even if the ones between the ninja felt a bit forced.

3: Writing & plot

So I enjoyed the writing.. specifically the characters dialogue and such. I think this season has some really good balance between dialogue and characters. I liked the pacing a lot up until the imperium episodes. I don’t have a problem with them on their own - I liked the conflict it sparked and the stakes and seeing Sora’s backstory, but I also felt like it dragged on too much?? Like Sora kept escaping and then getting captured and then escaping and then going back like it felt really backtracky and it kind of messed with the consistency and the pacing, yk?? Also the battle with the protacs definitely felt like the writers were trying to stall or smthn. Idk.

Also, did Zane popping up feel.. unnecessary and rushed to anybody else?? Like the IDEA was awesome and cool, things were great up until they opened the pod.. then Zane pops up and he doesn't really do anything except for immediately become a generic background exposition tool, he barely even interacts with Kai and Nya. Having him there felt so… unnecessary? He doesn’t DO anything. You could get rid of him and just give them another way of activating the monastery and it’d change nothing. Plus it’s NOT explained and he’s just so… unemotional and “whatever” about it that it just… feels so unnatural?? Idk I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s just me not liking how they seem to be reverting to making Zane more of a robotic exposition tool like after s4. I don’t like it. You could’ve just left him to part 2 though.

I’ve seen ppl complain about the “retcons” with Lloyd saying he trained under Master Wu for years and being shown as a child, but like, they’re not really retcons…? From what I remember they never give us any sort of specifics towards the timeframe in which S1-S2 takes place outside of S2 taking place only a few weeks after the S1 finale, but that doesn’t really apply to the ENTIRE season. It’s not Impossible that the events we see all take place over the course of a few years, since most of the episodes aren’t connected to each other beyond the overarching plot. And nothing ever said that Wu didn’t train Lloyd. What we see isn’t the only training that took place. Maybe I forgot something important that says otherwise, but the idea that S1-2 took place in only a few weeks/months is completely fan made, meaning it wasn’t a retcon. Sure, maybe it seems weird, but it’s never been stated otherwise. Now, if it IS a retcon, I’m not complaining for one. Why, you might ask? Because them using child Lloyd and saying he trained under Master Wu for years might mean we can FINALLY be rid of the Tomorrows tea confusion!! We could have him grow up naturally, or age him up and clarify and elaborate on how it works, we could FIX the entire stupid argument that has been going on for YEARS. I for one am ecstatic at that possibility. Also, it means we might get additional context and stuff for S1-S2, which sounds fun ,so honestly I have no problem with it. There have been worse plot holes/retcons *glares at Nyad from across the room*

I can’t say much about the overarching plot yet, since obviously it isn’t out, but it’s shaping up to be pretty exciting!

4: Worldbuilding

I feel like I can’t judge this TOO much considering the nature of part 1. I absolutely loved the crossroads and the mix of different cultures, real splatsville vibes, but I do feel like we should get to see more of how the other realms are doing. Imperium felt a bit.. strange? Like it’s just a massive city of humans right?? I don’t really get why it had to be an entire separate realm, I think it should’ve been more unique on like a larger scale. I dunno though. Honestly there wasn’t much worldbuilding in this part, so I hope we get more soon.

5: Visual design & animation

Okay so this new series is BEAUTIFUL. The colors and the backgrounds are so much more vibrant, the lighting is so pretty, the environments are amazing, they kept the wild brain clothing textures and just uuuugh I love it so muchychxhazjchcjdiwhthfs the animation felt very expressive and ueuahahehfhdsj I have no words props to wildbrain and the animators/artists. It’s so pretty.

Overall this part was great and I’m really excited to see what comes next!!

also uh on a side note this post took me *checks date* uhh 2… 2 weeks.. y e a h. So uh. Enjoy.

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factual-fantasy · 9 months

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24 asks!! :DD Thank you so much!! :}}

WAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THIS WAS SO SWEET I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!! JUST- THANK YOU! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!! 💖💖😭💖😭😭💖💖

@annathefenecfox

I haven't watched the episodes she's in yet.. but I love her color palette! She looks really sweet :}💚💙💛

@spinelfan11

They would run XD

@supersecretnerd

Woof, she looks like hello kitty! <XD What even is she? A squirrel..? Geez, if I ever add her to my AU, she will definitely be getting a full fur color make over- XDD

(Also thank you!! :DD)

@rubydraft (Comic in question)

YES YES! That was very much intentional! :DD And the answer lies in the fazbands!

The animatronics can scan the Fazbands and get any important information about the child they might need. Such as the child's name, age, and which parent they belong to.

The Fazbands also act as a proof of purchase. If the the animatronic scans a child and no fazband is detected, that child must be brought to an employee. As there is no current proof that the child has had their admission paid. Hence why Gregory has a red outline, he has no fazband!

The blue kids all have standard fazbands. As every kid is given when they enter the pizzaplex.

But if its your kids birthday, they are given a special fazband that has them show up differently in the animatronics scanners. This tells the animatronics that the golden kids are the birthday boys/girls! And they will address the child as such if they ever encounter them. :)

(Also there's an Easter egg in one of those panels that no ones pointed out yet.. 👀)

Oh yeah, there's a lot of em. :( But the animatronics don't have to worry about them. They have handlers to watch over them and keep angry Karen's/crowds away.

I haven't really figured out their whole schtick yet..

I think in the partial swap they haven't changed much. Although Monty is a kindler gentler Monty. With Foxy by his side he's simmered down some. And his theme is a little different than before.

Roxy I think is more of a recluse in the partial swap, like original Monty is.

As for the true swap.? I haven't really figured it all out yet. Thinking that Roxy is a golfer and Monty is a racer..? I haven't thought it all through yet <XD

@wolfie-777

Off the top of my head I have these two Minecraft wolf OCs that I made a while back :00 I cant remember any others if I happen to have them-

@itschrisboys

:D Thanks!

@wdillustration

XD I wont draw that today, but maybe sometime I'll draw him giving someone a big ol bear hug :)

@acedgola

:DD Hiii!! I use FireAlpaca! Its got some problems but at least its free! Its easy to learn but also has enough tools to be used by a professional! You can also animate with it if you have the patience to figure out how to use it XD

Overall, 7.5/10 would recommend FireAlpaca!

(Post in question)

I'm not a hardcore fan, but yes! I do love the little korbo :}} And those are some Kirby slippers I got for Christmas! :D

They're my artist hands! And I'm not sure what you mean.. 11 hands is a perfectly normal number of hands to have!

Right.?

I just imagined Glamrock Freddy having an imaginary friend that looks a lot like a purple/blue bunny.. :( 💔

@softkidlavender

My beautiful eyeballs have been known to lure people to my blog XDD (Also thank you! :DD)

@basementdregon101

:DD I'm glad you like it!! :}}}

@rockbott0m47

A fant. Its often mispronounced as "fart"

@ardent-38 (Comic in question)

WAAAA I REMEMBER THOSE TAGS!!! I SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING IN THE COMMENTS- WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IT WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY AND IT STILL LIVES RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN 💖😭💖

AND THANK YOU AGAIN!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY GOLDEN BOYS AND MY OCTONAUTS STUFF!! WAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭💖💖💖

AAAA THANK YOU!! :DD I'm so glad you like them!! :}}}

@fizzy-stars

XD I'm glad you felt inspired by me to bring those OCs back! And I hope that bite tasted good XDD

<XD It'd be more like;

Classic Bonnie: "Dude, what happened to you?

Swap Bonnies: "😒......"

It's all fun and games until I emerge ominously in the background with a snowball the size of a car XD

Everyone starts looking through the cookies and trying to figure out which one they want. Meanwhile I push everyone aside and snag all the peanut butter ones XD

#my response #sorry to the asks that were late!😅#octonauts #fnaf security breach #factual fam

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 180. brb x oc

a/n: AAAAAAA IS THIS GOOD? I KINDA LIKED IT IDK AAAA(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: guns?? explosions??? idk that type of thing?

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Rooster had a ritual of his ever since he started flying. He rubbed his gloves against his palms for a few seconds, then closed his eyes, inhaled three times and turned on his heel to get ready. Now that he was with Beatrice, he started rubbing on his dog tags, more specifically on her ring still dangling from it, he rubbed against the written metal with enough force for the letters to imprint into his thumb.

He is rubbing it when he meets McAllister close to the fighter, the young pilot saluting him and Rooster nodding back, “Everything good?”

“Everything great sir,” there’s a bit of trepidation on his voice, even more than before, his feet trying to keep up with Bradley’s steps, “I-I,I think we are good to go.”

“Nice,” Rooster smirks, patting his shoulder and then pointing to the fighter jet, “Get your helmet, we leave in five.” McAllister left in a hurry, saluting him one last time before he did so .Rooster has his helmet in hand, something he did tell the younger recruits to do and they always forgot to bring, as he walks up to Maverick.

His uncle is looking away, beyond their vision stood the base and the secret opening, with his hands on his hips and his eyes covered by sunglasses. Rooster stands next to him, pursing his lips, “I don’t see how those are necessary.” he mutters, “Considering the weather is…well,” he points to the clouds covering the sky, “Not really sunny.”

“I like doing this so people don’t know where I’m looking at.”

“Alright, weird but makes sense.” he says, “Where are you looking at?”

“Them.” Maverick then turns his head to the only two pilots who will be part of this mission by themselves. Not because they were the best, even if some of them thought as much, but because Rooster wanted them to stay close in case they needed more back up, ‘Jaws and Raptor.” the two were friends, albeit Jaws seemed to think Raptor was beneath him because she was a woman.

Which didn’t fly good with Nat, hence why she refused to fly with him. Rooster turned his eyes to the two at the same time they stopped joking and laughing to meet his eyes, their smiles dropped and so did their heads as they slowly walked away from his view, “They know the plan.” he says, still keeping them in his vision, “Everyone does.”

“I know.”

“You sure you are okay here?’ Rooster nods to the floor, “On ground?”

“Well, my space was taken by McAllister.” his uncle jokes but then waves his hand, “Ah,I’m fine. Might be good for me, I wouldn’t mind sending you information every now and again.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Rooster looks down at his watch, then breathes out of his mouth, “It’s time.” he slides on his helmet but doesn’t buckle it under his chin yet, “I’ll get ready.” and his uncle follows when he wanders to the F-22 Raptor. A beast, if he could say so himself, but nothing he could handle.

McAllister skiddles onto a halt next to him, “Sir!” then turns to Maverick “C-Cpt. Mitchell! Sir!”

Rooster chuckled at his uncle’s exasperated look followed by the wave of his hand letting McAllister know he doesn’t have to do that every time, “McAllister, hop in.” the younger recruit nodded, vaulting himself into the jet and right behind Rooster’s seat. The lieutenant stays there for a few seconds, then turns to Maverick, “Keep me updated.”

“You know I will.” his nephew leaps inside the plane just like McAllister did, looking back only to see Maverick throwing him a thumbs up and a smile. Rooster closed his eyes briefly, then answered with a thumbs up of his own.

“You ready McAllister?”

“I am,sir!”

“Good.” he mutters, rubbing the ring under his suit then his wedding band under his glove, “Check up before we leave, hit me with it, co-pilot.”

Rooster settles into his seat, adjusting his helmet and securing the buckle under his chin. McAllister quickly goes through the pre-flight checklist- after Rooster heard a gentle surprised gasp once he referred to him as co-pilot -, checking the instruments and systems one by one.

"Fuel levels are good, sir," McAllister reports, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet. "No anomalies detected. Avionics are online, and all systems are green."

Rooster nods, his focus narrowing as he prepares himself mentally for the mission ahead. The weight of responsibility sits on his shoulders, and he rolls them as if trying to ease some of it before take off.

"Alright, McAllister," Rooster says, his voice calm and authoritative. "Let's run through the mission parameters one more time. Our objective is to end the enemy's activity in the designated airspace. We'll maintain a low-profile and avoid engagement unless absolutely necessary. Remember, our primary goal is get back safely."

McAllister nods, his eyes focused on the instrument panel in front of him. "Yes, sir. We'll fly at a designated altitude and speed, using our stealth capabilities to remain undetected. I'll keep a close eye on the radar and communication channels for any signs of trouble."

Rooster smiles, impressed by McAllister's professionalism and determination. "Good, that's what I like to hear. Communication is crucial, so make sure to relay any updates or potential threats immediately. We're a team up here, McAllister, remember to talk to the other pilots as well."

The young pilot straightens his posture, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in his expression. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."

Rooster's smile widens, a sense of pride swelling within him before he turns to check with the others, “Y’all heard that,right?”

“Yeah,yeah, we did.” Hangman says “We aren’t little duckies, Rooster.”

“I mean, considering you Hangman,” Payback adds,”You are a bit of a duck sometimes.”

“Rooster, please tell them to shut up.” Nat begs over the comm “I don’t want to hear Jake’s voice during this.”

“Hey!’

“Alright,kids,settle down.” Rooster watches as the cockpit whirrs into closing, “We are going up, hope y’all are ready.” there’s a few voices that add up and he knew it’s from the pilots…but he doesn’t hear from two, “Jaws and Raptor. I want to hear something.”

“We heard you sir.”

“Good, you know what to do.”

A sigh before Jaws spoke followed and Rooster’s brows furrowed, “Yes…stay behind.”

“No. Stay hidden. You’ll be in the air just like we all are…now get ready.” he does wait until the communication was cut short to roll his jaw with a frown, then shakes his head, “McAllister, before we go,”

“Yes,sir?”

“I want you to pay close attention to them as well.”

“Sir?”

Rooster’s eyes turn to the young recruit,. “They’ll be a bit far from us but you can see them in the radar. Let me know of anything unusual.” his gut was acting up as he speaks, he doesn’t know why he said that but he knows that there had to be a reason why his instinct was telling him to do that, “Anyway, ready?”

‘Yes sir!”

“Alright,” he smirks, adjusting himself on the seat, “Time to fly.”

With their final checks completed and the pre-flight communication exchanged, Rooster and McAllister prepare for takeoff. The F-22 Raptor hums with power beneath them as they taxi onto the runway, waiting for their turn to launch into the sky.

Rooster takes a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, stretching and clenching his fingers. The weight of the mission and the trust placed in his hands i is heavy, but he knows he's prepared for this moment. The familiar ritual of rubbing his gloves against his palms brings him a sense of focus and calm amidst the excitement.

As the aircraft approaches the runway's edge, Rooster glances over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Maverick, who stands there with his hands on his hips, watching them. Maverick's sunglasses shield his eyes, but Rooster knows that his uncle is following each one of them out.

With a nod of reassurance to Maverick, Rooster turns his attention back to the task at hand. He adjusts his grip on the controls, feeling the familiar touch of the aircraft beneath his hands. Behind him, McAllister sits eager with determination, ready to prove himself in the skies.

"Here we go," Rooster says, his voice steady. "Hold on tight, McAllister."

With that, Rooster pushes the throttle forward, and the F-22 Raptor accelerates down the runway. The powerful engines propel them forward, and within moments, the wheels leave the ground, lifting them into the sky.

The world below them rapidly shrinks as they climb higher and higher, breaking through the layer of clouds that obscures the horizon. The blue expanse stretches out before them, a vast canvas where they will navigate the challenges of their mission.

Rooster's focus sharpens as he scans the instrument panel, ensuring everything is in order. “McAllister, talk to me.”

“All green sir!”McAllister's voice comes through the headset, “Nothing out of the ordinary!”

“Thank fuck.” As they ascend, Rooster catches sight of Jaws and Raptor in the distance, their aircraft maintaining a discreet position. They don’t see him looking, which is exactly what he planned, then he turns his gaze away, “Stalker 01, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, Rooster.” Nat replies “We are nearing the position.”

“Good,Stalker 04?”

“Here.” Hangman says “Same as Nat.”

“Stalker 06?”

“Yep, still here.” Payback laughs “We are all ready, Rooster.”

He didn’t want to be nervous, but he couldn’t help it, it was part of this life after all, “Alright, we are going down, separate and meet me at the opening, give us a few minutes before flying in.” they all reply in agreement and Rooster sighs, “Alright, McAllister, radar.”

“Yes sir.”McAllister's eyes scan the radar screen, looking for any blips or signs of activity. The airspace appears clear for now, but they know that could change at any moment. The tension in the cockpit is palpable as they move, each second feeling longer than the last.

"Sir, radar shows no immediate threats," McAllister reports, his voice calm but focused. "There's no sign of enemy aircraft or surface-to-air missiles in the vicinity."

Rooster nods, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Good. Keep monitoring the radar closely, McAllister. We can't afford to let anything slip by us." he closes his eyes in relief. They don’t see them. They are nearing the position and Rooster glances down towards the forest with his brows furrowed, “McAllister,look.”

The young pilot leans to the side a bit, looking out the cockpit, everything looks minuscule at that distance, “It’s a huge place,sir.”

“It is.” Rooster flicks his gaze to the controls then back down, “No weapons aimed though, they don’t see us at all.” and he sounds very proud of that then looks back to his left where he could see Phoenix’ jet flying idly "Prepare for the descent," Rooster says, his voice steady. "We'll be entering the opening shortly. Keep an eye on the instruments and follow my lead."

McAllister's grip tightens on the controls, mirroring Rooster's. The F-22 Raptor smoothly glides downward, descending towards the opening with calculated precision. The adrenaline surges through their veins as they navigate the narrow path “Steady.” Rooster says, firmly when he hears McAllister yelp, “Steady!”

The opening looms closer, and Rooster's heart pounds in his chest. This is the moment they've prepared for, the moment where their skills will be put to the test. He can't afford to make any mistakes, not when the mission's success hangs in the balance.

"Steady, McAllister," Rooster says, his voice calm but firm. "We're almost there.”

McAllister nods, his gaze fixed on the opening ahead. The tension in the cockpit is palpable as they pass through the entrance, “Oh,Jesus.” McAllister clenches his eyes briefly as the trees get almost too close for comfort.

Rooster keeps a steady hand on the controls, maneuvering the aircraft with precision as they navigate the narrow path. The branches barely brush against the wings, the wind as they fly by makes the trees bend with how strong it is. McAllister's knuckles turn white as he grips the controls, not moving a muscle, his eyes wide.

Rooster's voice cuts through the noise, grounding them both. "Stay focused, McAllister. We've trained for this."

“Y-Yes s-sir.”

With each passing second, the opening widens, and the trees begin to recede. The sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the cockpit. Rooster's grip on the controls remains firm, his eyes fixed on the path ahead.

Finally, they burst out of the dense forest, breaking free into open airspace. The abrupt transition from the confined space to the vast sky is breathtaking. Rooster takes a moment to steady his breathing, feeling the rush of adrenaline slowly dissipate.

"Take a deep breath, McAllister," Rooster says, his voice steady but filled with an underlying sense of pride. "You did well. We made it." and the enemy didn’t even notice them, he smirks in triumph, “You good back there?”

McAllister lets out a shaky breath, a mixture of relief and excitement evident on his face. "Yes, sir. I-I am…W-We made it."

Rooster scans the area, ensuring they are clear of any immediate threats. The open sky stretches out before them, and he can see the other aircraft in the distance, all converging on their designated rendezvous point.

"Stalker team, this is Stalker 01," Rooster radios the others. "We've successfully entered the airspace. Maintain your positions and be ready to execute the mission."

"Copy that, Stalker 01," Nat's voice comes through the comm. "We're right behind you. Let's get this done."

‘Nice.” Rooster smirks, seeing the enemy base getting clearer, “...this peace won’t last long, so, Nat,if you could.”

“Why, gladly.”

There’s the zooming of the other jet flying below them, the sound of a siren in the distance as soon as Nat appeared into view followed by an explosion. It takes a few long, anxiety ridden minutes for her to reply “Weapon one is down!” she’s laughing “Nice work,Bulldog! That was great!” the younger pilot behind her appeared to say something back but he couldn’t hear “Flying off before they see me,Rooster!”

“Good, get out of there. Keep it up, Stalker team. We're making progress."

As they approach the enemy base, the tension in the cockpit rises once again. Rooster's focus intensifies as he assesses the situation, calculating the best course of action to neutralize the threat. He knows that every decision counts, and the lives of his team and the success of the mission depend on his judgment. They are higher than Nat was which provides a great view from the opposing forces scrambling around.

"McAllister, prepare for engagement," Rooster commands, his voice firm. "We're going in hot. Ready?"

"Yes, sir!" McAllister responds, his voice determined.

Rooster guides the F-22 Raptor towards the target, flying down so fast everything was a blur. The enemy base comes into full view, sprawling with structures and defenses. It's a daunting sight, but Rooster remains focused, focused on finishing this.

"All units, this is Stalker 01," Rooster announces over the comm. "Engage at will, but prioritize taking out enemy air defenses. Clear it up."

The sound of gunfire and explosions fills the air as the Stalker team begins their assault. Rooster maneuvers the F-22 Raptor, evading enemy fire while simultaneously targeting and neutralizing threats. McAllister handles the weapons systems with precision, following Rooster's lead flawlessly.

“Weapon 2 is down!” Hangman announces “There’s only one left,Rooster!”

“Thanks!” he shouts “Remind me to get your kid something nice because of that!”

“My boy needs some nice shoes,Rooster. I appreciate that!”

The Stalker team works in unison, their communication seamless and their coordination impeccable. Rooster's leadership shine through as he guides his team through the chaos, making split-second decisions that tip the scales in their favor.

"Enemy SAMs destroyed!" Payback reports, his voice filled with triumph. “Oh boy they got mad at that!”

"Great job, Stalker 06," Rooster acknowledges. "Keep pushing forward. We're making progress." Explosions erupt around the base, indicating the success of their attacks and cutting Rooster mid speech. "Stalker team, this is Rooster. Stay on target, and remember, we need to keep weapons down," Rooster says through the radio. "Don't let up, but be cautious."

Nat and the rest of the team acknowledge the command, and the coordination between the Stalker jets outstanding. Rooster and McAllister maintain their position and continue to engage any enemy threats that come their way.

The battle unfolds with precision, each pilot fulfilling their role flawlessly. Rooster's heart races with a mix of adrenaline and focus. The enemy base is now fully aware of their presence, and they are throwing everything they have at the Stalker team.

As they continue their maneuvers, Rooster keeps an eye on the radar, scanning for any enemy jets that might be trying to flank them. McAllister remains focused on communication, relaying any pertinent information to Rooster and coordinating with the rest of the team.

"McAllister, keep an eye on our fuel levels and ammunition," Rooster commands. "We don't want to be caught off guard. We might need to disengage and return to base for a refuel and rearm if this drags on." he flicks his eye to something else, something coming from under ground…

Another anti aircraft weapon, ‘...fuck.”

“Sir?”

“That one is ours!” he shouts, immediately changing trajectory towards the slowly rising gun, “We are going to shoot it down before it reaches full capacity!”

Rooster takes immediate action, banking sharply towards the emerging anti-aircraft weapon. He communicates his plan to the rest of the Stalker team, ensuring they are aware of the new threat and ready to provide support if needed.

"Stalker team, this is Rooster. We have an enemy anti-aircraft weapon emerging from the ground. I'm going in to take it out before it becomes operational. Cover me and be ready for any additional threats," Rooster commands through the radio. “Stalker 08!I need your position!” Jaws and Raptor don’t reply and he frowns, “Stalker 08!”

He doesn’t have time to keep talking, that thing was almost out.

“Like a fucking, ugly, iron baby.” he growls.Rooster's jet accelerates towards the weapon, his focus locked on the target. He maneuvers his aircraft with precision, evading enemy fire while closing in on the emerging weapon. It’s much bigger than what he planned but they managed to hit it once, eventually making the left side of it sink back down, but it was still moving, “Damn,McAllister! Status!”

Rooster's heart pounds in his chest as he maneuvers his jet away from the the emerging anti-aircraft weapon, only to turn it back towards it. The size of the weapon present a greater challenge than anticipated, but Rooster remains determined to neutralize it.

"McAllister, status!" Rooster calls out urgently, seeking an update on their situation.

McAllister's voice shakes a bit, "Sir, we hit it once and managed to disable the left side, but it's still moving. The weapon appears to be more resilient than we anticipated."

Rooster grits his teeth, his mind racing to find a solution. He quickly assesses the weapon's current state and identifies its remaining vulnerable areas.

"Stalker team, focus your fire on the weakened left side of the anti-aircraft weapon," Rooster commands. "We need to disable it completely before it reaches full operational capacity. Stay on high alert for any enemy reinforcements. STALKER 08!"

Again nothing.

“McAllister, where are they???”

“O-oh,um,I–” he stops for a second, “Sir…they..”

“What?”

There’s an explosion from the weapon, and Rooster sees the two. They did shoot it, but it barely scratched the surface…and now they were aiming right at the two, “What the fuck are the two doing???”

“I-I,I think they are trying to shoot it themselves sir!”

Rooster's heart sinks as he hears McAllister's response. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut. Jaws and Raptor, Stalker 08, had taken it upon themselves to engage the anti-aircraft weapon without waiting for his orders and completely ignoring what was just shared with the rest of the team. The gravity of the situation becomes clear as he witnesses the weapon targeting Jaws and Raptor, it’s heavy whirring sounding like a monster as it tries to work within it’s broken gears.

"Jaws! Raptor! Abort your attack! Get out of there now!" Rooster's voice fills with urgency

No response.

“I swear to God if you two don’t–” they are just going to try again.

“Rooster! What the fuck are they doing?? They almost hit me!” Payback shouts “Rooster they gotta stop!”

Rooster's frustration boils over as he witnesses the reckless actions of Jaws and Raptor. Their disregard for the team's coordination and their own safety puts everyone at risk. He clenches his fist, trying to maintain his composure as he addresses the situation.

"Jaws! Raptor! This is an order! Disengage immediately and regroup with the rest of the team!" Rooster's voice is almost hoarse with anger. "You're putting the entire mission and the safety of our team in jeopardy. Follow my orders and get out of there now!"

Rooster's words hang in the air, but there is still no response from Jaws and Raptor. The anti-aircraft weapon continues to track them, its movements growing more menacing by the second.

“Sir?” McAllister asks when he flies down to where Raptor and Jaws were, “W-What are you doing?”

“Giving that thing something else to look.” he hates saying it, he hates voicing. He sees Bea, he sees Nikki, he sees the twins…and he clenches his eyes, “We’re going to hit it in the cannon.”

“What??? Sir! That’s impossible!”

“No,” Rooster growls, “It’s the only way.”

Rooster's determination overrides any doubt or hesitation in his mind. He knows the risks involved, but he also understands that taking out the cannon of the anti-aircraft weapon is their best chance to neutralize the threat and protect his team. With a resolute expression on his face, Rooster makes up his mind.

"McAllister, trust me on this. We're going for the cannon," Rooster says, "We'll use our speed and precision to make a direct hit. We have to stop that weapon from targeting our team." he growls, “It was a team effort but now they are focusing on one of us.”

McAllister's voice trembles with concern as he tries to dissuade Rooster from this dangerous plan. "But sir, the risk—"

Rooster cuts him off, his voice raising a bit. "I know the risk, McAllister. Prepare for evasive maneuvers, and be ready to lock onto the cannon once we're in range."

McAllister hesitates for a moment, he understands that there's no changing Rooster's mind at this point. With a nod, he replies, "Understood, sir. I'll trust your judgment. Let's do this."

Rooster maneuvers the F-22 Raptor with precision, swooping down while evading the anti-aircraft weapon's targeting system and the barrage of fire coming their way. He flies by past Jaws and Raptor, being only able to see their helmets looking at him before he’s closer to the weapon. His mind is focused solely on the cannon, calculating the timing and trajectory needed to make a successful hit.

As they approach the cannon, Rooster's heart pounds in his chest. He can feel the intense heat and adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s like fire.He tightens his grip on the controls, his eyes fixed on the target.

"McAllister, now!" Rooster commands.

McAllister activates the targeting system, locking onto the cannon with precision. Rooster adjusts the angle of their approach, aiming directly at the vulnerable spot. The cannon aims right at then and he swears it’s like staring at a black hole that slowly turns red because of the ammunition inside.

In a split-second decision, Rooster releases their payload, a missile aimed directly at the cannon. The missile streaks towards its target, leaving a trail of smoke and fire in its wake and Rooster quickly flies out of there, “Move! Move! it’s going to blow!” he shouts to the others who follow his lead only seconds before it happens.

The impact is explosive. The cannon erupts in a ball of fire and debris, engulfing the surrounding area. The explosion is so strong the trees they used as entrance immediately turn to ash, which makes him breathe in relief once they flew the opposite way. The anti-aircraft weapon's capabilities are instantly neutralized, its explosion soon created a domino effect within the base, destroying and cracking the ground open, it swallows everything as if the earth was angry.

Its threat to the Stalker team was eliminated.

Rooster and McAllister pull away from the explosion, their hearts pounding quickly. They have succeeded, but the cost of their actions weighs heavily on their minds. Their breathing is loud and Rooster has his eyes clenched for a few seconds, only blinking them open when he hears the voices over his comm.

"Stalker team, this is Rooster," he transmits over the comm, inhaling quietly. "The anti-aircraft weapon has been neutralized. Jaws, Raptor, report your status immediately."

There's a brief pause, and then Jaws' voice crackles over the radio,”We’re here,sir.”

“Good.” and he ends the connection before anything else happens, “McAllister, were they on the radar?”

“Yes sir.”

‘Did they only change course when the weapon appeared?”

“Y-Yes sir.”

Rooster takes a deep breath, clenching his teeth as he tries to wrap his mind around the situation. Not only was that unbelievably stupid, it was dangerous. And they just went with their asses bare open to the huge gun pointed at them.

Rooster's frustration resurfaces as he contemplates Jaws and Raptor's reckless behavior. The realization of their disregard for the team's safety and the potential consequences of their actions weighs heavily on him.

"We'll discuss this further once we regroup. For now, let's make sure nothing is back…so…status.”

“Y-yes sir!” McAllister nods, “I-I see nothing in the radar sir,I think everything is gone!” he pauses, “...literally, the ground swallowed it up.”

“It was a volcano once.” Coyote adds up once he hears the information “The ground is soft, it wouldn’t take too long for it to gobble it all up,hah.”

Rooster listens to McAllister's report and Coyote's remark, the information sinking in. The destruction caused by the explosion and the subsequent collapse of the ground serve as a stark reminder of the magnitude of their actions.

"Understood," Rooster acknowledges McAllister's report. "Let's perform a thorough sweep of the area to confirm that the threat is completely eliminated."

The Stalker team meticulously scans the surroundings, ensuring that there are no remaining threats or hidden dangers. The once secure base now lies in ruins and smoke, the aftermath of their intense encounter. Rooster's gaze falls upon the charred remains of the anti-aircraft weapon and the gaping hole in the ground where the base once stood.

“Target is down team. Good job,everyone.” he is proud of them all…with the exception of the two of course, he had to admit they did good. They did wonderful…and that sudden ‘swallowing’ cut the mission time in at least half, ‘Boy I can’t wait to write the report.”

“I think you should say the earth gobbled them up.” Coyote adds.

“No.”

“How about devour,then? It’s fancy.” Nat says and he grumbles.

“No, communications off until we reach the base. Stalker 01 signing off.” he ends the conversation before it starts, then he sighs, feeling his anger only disappearing for a second as they fly back. McAllister, now free of all the adrenaline, clears his throat, “Yes,McAllister?”

“...sir you are angry.”

“I am very angry,McAllister.’ he cuts the young man short, “I truly am.We'll address this issue as soon as we return to the base."

“Okay sir…”

‘But,” he adds,”You did good.” he hears the young pilot lifting his head in surprise,”You were amazing back there, congratulations. Be proud of what you did.”

McAllister's surprise is evident in his voice as he responds, "Thank you, sir. I... I appreciate your words."

“Good…now…let’s get back because I’m kinda tired of seeing all this smoke around.” he mutters, “And I’m too angry to focus.”

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