#but give me the super squads jackets

[desperatecheesecubes]

Feel like I haven’t reminded y’all how much I love Conner in a while

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI

fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words

“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss. 

he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live. 

cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.

he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.

“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.

“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.” 

a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.” 

“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."

normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks. 

levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”

you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice. 

levi makes his way towards the door. 

“levi?” 

he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t. 

but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought. 

you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.” 

he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting. 

he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter. 

no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle. 

levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess. 

their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say. 

his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first. 

“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.

armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”

levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red. 

he should've known.

“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.

“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."

levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you. 

“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”

eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice. 

or so he thought, anyway.

historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness. 

“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”

levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.

eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned. 

it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety. 

“how long have you been together?”

“does she actually like you?” 

“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.” 

“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.” 

“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.” 

"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.” 

“five—” 

a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.

levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.

even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.

he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Playing Favourites

Arsenal Women x Child!Reader

Summary: You definitely have favourites in the Arsenal squad

Leah, as a football player, is very cool.

Leah, as a sister, is a bit annoying.

It's clear to everyone that you were the happy little accident of the family, so much younger than your siblings, but Leah especially enjoyed taking you everywhere with her.

It wasn't uncommon for her to kidnap you from Milton Keynes and make the long drive back to the Arsenal training grounds. Honestly, your parents kind of just accepted Leah's loud presence in your life without complaint.

She was quite annoying though, sometimes. Like now, when she woke you up super early to take you to practice with her.

You were grouchy and moody but looked especially cute in your Arsenal puffer jacket and your little hat.

"Come on, bean," She says, hoisting you up onto her hip as you lag behind.

"Leah," You whine," Tired."

"I know," She says," I know but we're gonna have a lot of fun today. I promise."

You groan anyway, going limp in her arms as she wanders into the locker room. She sets you on your feet as she changes and you groan again as you wander around in an exhausted haze.

You bump into Viv and give her the international sign of 'pick me up please' - grabby hands. She holds you a bit like you're a bomb about to go off but you're relieved all the same. Viv's comfortable and you're happy to rest in her arms.

Jen approaches. "Hey, baby Williamson," She says, reaching out to push your hair out of your face.

You make an annoyed noise and turn away, burying further into Viv - who relaxed slightly now that you've gotten comfortable.

"Oh, come on." Jen pops up on your other side. "You can't really be choosing Viv over me? I'm way more fun!"

You turn your head away again and shut your eyes. Your breathing slowly changes into soft puffs against Viv's collarbone and your head lulls.

Viv has to change her hold to make sure you don't go tumbling to the ground.

"Looking good Miedema!" Beth wolf whistles but Viv ignores her, focussed on making sure that your hat is firmly on your head.

You're kind of in a half-sleep state - still kind of awake to know that Viv is moving outside with you but asleep enough that when your eyes finally blink open again, you feel more well rested than when Leah got you bundled into the car this morning.

You rub at your eyes and stubbornly turn away from Leah when she comes over to grab you.

"Bean," She says in disbelief as you slip from her grasp and hide behind the better Lia's legs," Come on! Are you still upset?"

"She woke me up early," You tell Lia, who affectionately rubs a hand through your hair. "Meanie." You stick your tongue out.

Lia laughs. "Yeah, she is a meanie."

"Meanie!" You say again.

"Hey! I'm your sister! You can't call me that!"

"Meanie! Meanie! Meanie!" You stamp your feet and glare.

Lia laughs and hoists you up onto her hip when your sister goes to grab you. "Come on, bean," She says," Let's get away from this meanie!"

You spend a lot of training with Lia and you also branch out to Kyra too. You don't know her at all. She's very new to the team and she's Australian too, like Caitlin and Steph, so she's very exciting.

You kick the ball away from her, one hand wrapped tightly around her shorts so she can't run away from you.

"You're Leah's sister, right? y/n?"

You nod. "Uh-huh. You're Kyra."

"I am."

"You've got a cool accent," You say. You take her hand, swinging it back and forth," Let's be friends."

She sends you a silly smile, kneeling down to your level. "I know another little girl like you. Her name's Harper. You can't be much older."

You nod along. "Does that mean you know how to play?"

"I do know how to play. What do you want to do?"

You think for a moment before slapping her on the leg. "You're it!" You turned to run as fast as your little legs will carry you.

Kyra laughs as she runs after you, catching up to you a few times but dramatically tripping on her own feet when she's about to tag you.

You weave through the groups of girls training, ducking and dashing through their open legs so Kyra can't grab at you.

"Whoa, bean!" Steph says, grabbing you by your waist when you clamber through the gap between her legs," Be careful. I could have crushed you."

From the angle she's holding you at, you can't quite see Kyra yet. You don't know where she's going to pop out of so you try to push Steph's hands off of you, not at all in the mood to play her games.

"Whoa! You got somewhere to be, bean? You can't hang out with me?"

"Let go!" You say firmly, trying to push her hands off," Kyra's gonna get me. Let go, Steph!"

Steph sets you down at your insistence, glancing around, but doesn't quite relinquish her grip on you. "Sorry to break it to you, bean, but I think Jonas needs Kyra for something."

"Steph!" You groan as though it's her fault that Kyra could no longer find you.

"Sorry," She says," How about I play with you instead? That'll be fun, huh, bean?"

You roll your eyes, turning away. "No, Steph. You never play right."

With your game with Kyra suitably ruined by adult jobs and all of your running finally catching up to you, you end up near Lotte.

She's always nice and calm and lets you nap against when you're sleepy.

You're yawning when you finally make it over to her and the new girl. You recognise the new girl vaguely but you're very sleepy and Lotte looks nice and warm so you clamber onto her lap without thinking.

"Oh!" The new girl says, almost gasping at your sudden appearance.

"Leah's little sister," Lotte explains. She jostles you slightly. "Hey, bean, say hi to Alessia."

"Hi, Alessia," You parrot but your attention is waning and that's all the words they get out of you as you sag against Lotte's chest.

"I think I recognise her," Alessia says," Leah gave away her Euro's medal to her, after we won."

"I have all of Leah's medals," You slur, somehow still awake.

Your shirt's ridden up a bit so Alessia moves to pull it down, only to get her hands clumsily swatted away. "No," You say," No play. Sleep."

"Don't mind bean," Lotte explains," She needs a nap and Katie's favourite thing is pulling her shirt up and blowing raspberries on her stomach."

Alessia laughs and that rubs you the wrong way and you uselessly swat in her general direction. "Sleep," You insist," Night-Night."

You conk out pretty quickly on Lotte's chest when new-girl-Alessia finally quietens. You're not quite sure how long you were sleeping because you come back into awareness inside so there's no moving sun to see if you were sleeping a long time.

You recognise these arms though and you really don't want to be in them, given your rather sour start to the day. With your uncoordinated limbs, you try to push yourself away but the person holding you keeps readjusting their grip, keeping you trapped.

"No," You whine," No, wrong. Wrong."

"Wrong?" You sister laughs," What's wrong, bean?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Want the other Leah," You insist," Lia! Lia!"

"Give her here." You're transferred into the Lia you wants' arms and relax instantly into them, yawning and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Oh, I see," Your actual Leah scoffed," I see, bean. Playing favourites? Really? You don't even have good taste. We all know I'm the superior LW."

"No!" You say stubbornly," Lia's the best!"

Lia laughs, hoisting you up further on her hip. "Well," She says," The bean has spoken."

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally In Love (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2200-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 1

Five miles at a time. Everything in the early morning hours was measured five miles at a time for Echo Nerys and her trusty mountain bike. From 6:30 to 8AM give or take, she was a glittery purple streak on a circuit through Central Park from end to end that she’d measured precisely both for distance and scenic value. The moment she left her job at NYPD Central Dispatch at 6AM, she was changed and on the bike, ready to go. She even had an appropriately timed playlist on Spotify. 

She’d started as early in the spring as the weather allowed for, in her long compression pants and jacket, getting her face chapped as she and her body remembered what it felt like to be on two wheels and free. A figure in all black in the early hours of the morning fast enough to pedal past the majority of the criminal element and yet still taking hits off her asthma bong when she paused to get drinks from her backpack. 

Now, though, with the summer slowly stretching out down the coast, she’d tied up her puff pigtails and ditched her all black for the wildly purple tie-dyed bike shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all matching, because why not and her favorite pair of sunglasses that made her look like a trained killer. Even her earbuds were purple. There were some who said she didn’t really have the body for the tightly clinging gear, but fuck those people, she was going to be comfortable and safe while she worked out and they didn’t have to look if it offended them. Her body, not-toned stomach, thick thighs and semi-floppy arms, was her own and had been through many of its own wars, and she could wear what made her happy. 

She’d picked up riding the previous summer and had taken it inside for the duration of the winter, riding in the basement gym of 1PP, but she didn’t have a whole lot to show for it physically other than shaplier calves and slightly thinner thighs. She wasn’t in it for the way she looked, but how good it felt to finally move after being sick and stuck with her joint pain for so long. Now that her meds were mostly managed, she was hell on two wheels, six days a week if she could manage, five if she wanted to go easy on it, and it felt amazing.  

On her pace, she saw herself coming up on a group of joggers just cresting the hill, the tallest among them, a hottie from the Homicide Squad, Donnie Flack. All black-haired, blue-eyed Irish, he was every dispatcher’s crush and untouchable as a museum piece because of his wife in the Coroner’s Office. No one wanted to test a forensic scientist’s ability to exact revenge. It was just poor planning. And he was such a sweetheart, it was impossible not to be his friend. 

“On ya left!” she hollered out as she approached the group, powering up the hill despite the way her knees screamed and her thighs burned. It was the principle of the thing, really, as she stood on her pedals and waved as she sailed past them with a jaunty grin. Now that she’d caught up to them, she saw it was a couple other guys from Homicide and one of the guys from down in Trace Evidence. 

“Lookin’ good, E!” Danny Messer, Flack’s whip-thin, mouthy bestie from Crime Scene Investigations, hollered back with a huge grin and a wave as Donnie stuck his fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled. Messer was good people, and his wife was a doll. Echo lived in their building a couple floors down and had babysat their kids more than a couple times. 

Once she was out of sight, she concentrated on her speed according to the handlebar speedometer and focused on her Beastie Boys as she took the path around the edge of the Jackie O Reservoir. It was so beautiful, with duck families out in force, moms with their collections of babies trailing behind. The water made the air feel a bit cooler as the wind rushed over her skin as she progressed toward the Butterfly Garden. 

Next up on her list of gorgeous sights was the two guys in front of her that she’d dubbed Hotness 1 and Hotness 2. She passed them a few times on her rides, most mornings. Hotness 1 was tall like Donnie, but broader, with muscles upon muscles. He looked like an escapee from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, if Galatea had been 6’3” and blonde with cornflower blue eyes and an ass that would have reduced Michaelangelo to abject weeping. 

Hotness 2 wasn’t any easier on the libido, with his blue-grey peepers and long dark hair he kept in a bun at his neck to go with his panty-melting smile and muscles. His bangs broke free of their confinement framing his face as they drifted over his model-perfect cheekbones and brushed against his sharp jawline. Not that she’d been ogling. Much. 

Alone, they were the kind of flawless that caused traffic jams. Both of them together was an obscenity charge waiting to happen in their running shorts and sinfully well-fitting t-shirts, and more than one jogger—both male and female—had pulled up lame, run into a tree, or tripped over their own feet watching them go by.  

“On ya left!” she called as she approached them, smiling as they waved when she flew by. If she happened to be standing on the pedals and sticking her ass out a bit more than was strictly necessary, well, could anyone blame her? Really? Besides, their smiles and waves of acknowledgement were totally worth it.  

Just past The Loch was the Glen Span Arch, which always felt like a fairy garden to Echo. A stone bridge over the asphalt path with the stream running next to it and abundant trees, it was easy to imagine falling into a rabbit hole like Alice diving into Wonderland and never coming back. With the sun dappling through the leaves, it was here she felt like she was the only person in the world and life was perfect. 

At least it was, until a grizzly bear in a blue shirt and black shorts descended into her path from down the hill. Echo hit the brakes so hard the back tire came up off the path and ditched out on the bike to keep from hitting him. She went one way and flung the bike the other, doing her best to guard her face and head from what would likely be a hard hit.

“Fuckshit!” 

It was over in a second, she was in the creek, soaked to the bone on some very hard and unforgiving rocks that were currently poking into her ribs and hip, with no idea where her bike was. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. Taking inventory from toes upward, she was happy to report that for the most part, she’d likely sustained bruises but otherwise, she’d live. At least, until she tried to push herself up and her hand slipped on the wet rocks, sending her face first into the flowing water. 

“Ah Christ! Hold on!” a deep, unfamiliar male voice hissed as he hooked his hands under her arms and bodily lifted her from the stream. Literally picked her up like a discarded toy, and like she weighed just as little, cradling her to his surprisingly firm and muscular chest. “I got you, sweetheart.” If she wasn’t so busy reeling from the hit and sputtering from the water coming out of her sinuses, his warm, rumbling voice as he brushed his lips over her temple would have definitely done the job. “I gotchu, darlin’. Are you okay?”

“I think so?” Echo took a second to compose herself after he set her on her feet with his arm protectively around her waist, scrubbing a hand down her face to deal with the water and unfortunately blood coming from sore spots on the bridge of her nose and her chin. When she looked up from her bloody hand, she wondered exactly how hard she’d been hit in the head, because in front of her was the concerned face of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, looking her over like she was the most delicate bone china and he’d just yeeted it off the dining room table. He cupped her jaw in his hand, thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone, it was familiar and more than a little terrifying. Who the hell was this guy and why the hell was he touching her? 

At her tiny, horrified squeak, his blue eyes widened, looking over his shoulder at his friend, Hotness 2, who had a cell phone pressed to his ear. “This is your fault, ya jerk. You plannin’ on helpin’ or what?” 

The grey-eyed Adonis with the long dark hair held up a strangely metal-looking finger and spoke tersely into the phone before hanging up and coming over to them with a disgruntled look on his face for his friend. “Medics inbound. Settle down, Stevie.” The moment those steel-blue eyes turned on her, though, it could have been the sole cause of global warming because damn, if she didn’t melt a little on the spot from their tenderness. “I am so sorry, dollface. I didn’t see you. Are you okay?” 

When he reached for her face to examine her bloody chin, she recoiled out of reflex, not fear, but unfortunately that was the moment that everything went to shit for the second time in ten minutes. 

“NYPD! Step away from her!” Flack had his gun out and his badge around his neck, with Danny doing the same as he cautiously approached her with the rest of the heavily armed, sweaty contingent. Apparently Tall, Dark, and Yummy wasn’t moving fast enough because then Donnie barked, “Now, asshole! Move away from her or I’ll shoot.” 

Both hands up and out to the side, 2 stepped back, eyes never leaving the gun trained on him. “You don’t wanna do this, pal.” He seemed amusingly calm, which made about as much sense to her as any of the rest of this, which was none at all. Blondie slowly straightened up further but kept an arm around her waist to hold her up.

The very fact that the man spoke seemed to incense her friend further. “You think I give a fuck about your opinion?” 

“Hey, that’s not necessary…” The man standing with her gave her a reassuring squeeze before stepping over to stand with his friend. 

With them occupied, Danny crept up next to her and moved her off to the side, surrounded by the rest of the guys from Homicide and Evidence. “She’s secure, Flack.” 

“Good.” The detective nodded before turning his attention back to his quarry. “Now what the fuck were you doing feeling up an injured woman? You get off on that?”

Hotness 1 was all calmly defiant righteousness, standing shoulder to shoulder with his buddy. “We called a medic for her, they should be here in a couple minutes. We weren’t looking and didn’t see her on the path until it was too late.” 

“This true, Echo?” Danny asked softly as he gently seated her on a nearby boulder and seemed to be checking her over for more injuries than just her face and her pride.

She went to nod but that rattled her head too much. “Yeah, Messer. I guess. It was just a regular crash. My fault as much as theirs, really. No real harm done.” 

Frowning ferociously, Flack clearly was not content with her answer. “IDs, I want ‘em. Now.” 

Blondie nodded slowly, alarmingly unperturbed about having a .40 caliber pistol pointed at his face. “Front right pocket. You wanna get it or should I?”

“Don’t get us shot, Stevie,” the longhaired man admonished his friend. From his long-suffering expression, this was apparently not the first time this type of thing had happened to either of them. 

Rolling his eyes, Flack held out his hand. “Alright, smartass, wallets now.”

While the Homicide Hottie (as they called him in Dispatch) held court with her two new acquaintances, the ambulance rolled up and the medics  began cleaning her wounds and checking her over as her worried neighbor stood guard over her. The last thing she wanted or needed was stitches and additional facial scars, but it looked like she might not get a choice in the matter. 

“Messer! Get over here!” The note of concern in the detective’s voice had her looking over immediately, only to find all the guns put away and all their postures seemed substantially less aggressive, though no less agitated. 

“Ma’am, could you hold still please?” The female medic with the gentle hands turned her face so she could clean the wounds better. 

She didn’t know if it was the movement or what, but all of a sudden, she was going down, hard. The last thing she remembered was the ground rushing up to meet her. Again.

[hutaoscoffinn]

Head in hands

Rika SFW imagine/hc/whatever youre vibing with right now; a GN! Reader. Reader gets cold, how does Rika keep them warm? Holding hands? Lap cuddles? MOTHER BEGS FOR FLUFF

This made me squeal bc this is SO FUCKING CUTE HELLO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m so in love with Rika that piece of shit (affectionate)

Warnings: none, its super fluffy, tooth rottenly fluffy even, Rika is a massive simp because as she should be, gn! Reader, this is so fluffy and cute ohmyGOD

Character: Rika of the Elite 4

Requests: OPEN

Well it’s starting to get colder so its no shock that you get cold sometimes

Rika usually doesn’t mind the cold, sticking to her usual button up with the sleeves rolled up and dress pants no matter what the weather is

Cmon she wore that at the 8th gym which was in the literal mountains like woman hoW

But when you and Rika start dating she immediately notices how you’ll start shivering in the cold, teeth chattering as the cold air seeps into your bones

So, Rika starts wearing a blazer to pass off to you whenever you get cold during the cooler seasons

Its a thick blazer, good quality that smells like her and as soon as she notices you shiver she’s wrapping it around you

This usually takes place in public settings when she has to keep up professional appearances and can’t get too affectionate with you

In private however?

Rika will be all over you

She’s a teasing shit so she will turn down the air to make you cold so you’ll cuddle up to her

And as soon as you start inching your way over to her, she swoops you up in her arms and settles you against her chest or in her lap

She’ll start kissing your cheeks and forehead as she hugs you tight, wrapping a blanket around you both or carrying you to bed so she can hold you nice and close

If you like hot chocolate or prefer hot coffee, tea, or even just warm milk she will make it for you as you two settle down to cuddle

Rika definitely enjoys this little strategy of turning down the temperature in your apartment at night too

That way, throughout the night she can hold you close and enjoy the affection you give her as you continue to cuddle up against her, seeking her warmth

If you ever do catch Rika’s little scheme of keeping your apartment cold and say something to her, she will brush it off as keeping the heat bill down

Despite the fact that the apartment feels like a goddamn tundra in the summer but Rika is more than happy to pay extra for the AC bill if it keeps you snuggled against her

Another one of Rika’s ways to keep you warm is to let you wear her shirts, sweaters, jackets, hoodies, ect

You name it she lets you wear it

She will probably even buy larger clothes to wear not only because she likes oversized clothes cmon have you SEEN how her button up hangs off her? But because she wants you to look adorable in her clothes as well

It doesn’t matter how tall, short, or what weight you are, Rika will get clothes that fit you comfortably and then wear them so that they smell like her before she passes them off to you to keep you warm and enjoy

This tactic especially helps when Rika has to do business for the Pokémon league which may keep her out of the house for days at a time

When she does have to leave, she will make sure you have plenty of her clothes and blankets to snuggle up to while she’s gone so that she can keep you warm even when she’s away~

Paldea was getting colder again as the fall and winter months settled across the vast land. It felt as though the frosty, winter mountain cursed the land to be covered in a hellish cold and you were sick of it. You had already gotten more than enough of the cold when you traveled that god forsaken mountain during your gym circuit when you traveled all over the damn thing to take on two gyms and fight Team Star’s fairy squad.

Which led to now, you gripping a fluffy blanket around yourself as your teeth chattered together thanks to what felt like frost covering your body. You hear a low chuckle behind you and you don’t even have to turn around to know who would dare take humor in your torture.

“Its not funny Rika. Stop laughing,” you huff, annoyed with your partner’s amusement at your devastating situation. You’re ready to curse at her when she laughs louder before you find yourself being pulled into a pair of warm arms.

Rika settles you in her lap, tugging your form tight against her body. She adjusts the blanket around you both and a small smile forms on her lips as you nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck, cuddling closer to her warmth.

“Better?” She asks with a small hum, amusement present in her voice that you choose to ignore in favor of soaking in your girlfriend’s warmth.

“Mmm much better.”

Rika’s chuckles softly before she presses a sweet kiss to your temple as she begins to rub your back lovingly.

“That’s it, just let me keep you warm, my angel.”

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

[girlblogger666]

Billy and Chrissy being besties

An: i can see it happening tbh!! Hope u guys enjoy these headcanons! ✨🫶🏻

Okay so the second Billy started his semester at Hawkins High, he’d fit right in with the populars

Chrissy being one of them cuz she’s been a cheerleader since freshman year

She’d also be extremely intrigued by Billy but that’s also bc she finds him just a teeny bit attractive

That’s a lie tho, hes literally her type

Curly hair, leather jacket, bad boy personality, but she’s with Jason…..and hes different

So it’s no surprise that Billy could sense her nervousness around him whenever he’d hang around her squad and that leads to him saying

“Let me drive you home, you live near me, no?”

So she lets him and on their little drive home she learns he actually has a great taste in music and hes funny

They’d start to hangout more and learn more about each other, especially their trauma and stuff :(((

“We’re just two messed up souls, aren’t we?” Billy would say to lighten the sad mood

I think Jason would start to suspect something bc he’s such a jealous dude and Chrissys like “nope, just friends”

Which is true because Billy has his eye on someone ;) and Chrissy can’t rlly picture him with her and she has Jason

That quickly changes though during one lunch period when Billy and Chrissy are sitting outside together

Sometimes Billy can only handle so much of all the jocks, so he always invites Chrissy to sit out with him

So when Chrissy picks at her barely eaten food because she’s so distracted by the group of “freaks” sitting across them more specifically the long haired one, Billy senses what’s up

“I knew it,” he’d bring her back to their little reality

“Knew what??” Her face would grow as red as a tomato, trying her hardest to remain stern

“Munson,” his face grows wide along with his devilish grin, “you have the hots for Eddie fuckin’ Munson”

Chrissy would deny deny deny as best as she can but if Billy knows then it’s super obvious

Billy finds it hilarious that the head cheerleader would be crushing on someone like Eddie

Chrissys his pal tho and if that’s who she chooses to like, then why should he care

He’d tease her by saying “instead of buying drugs from him, I’m just gonna tell him that you’ve been hopelessly in love with him since middle school”

“Do that and I’ll slash the tires on your precious Camaro”

Chrissy didn’t have the best grades (her student file!!) and I can imagine Billy didn’t either, so the two of them would start studying together bc they rlly wanna graduate

Billy would sometimes bring her over to study at his place and there Max would see the two of them

Chrissy waving at Max who shyly waves back bc she doesn’t know if that’s Billy’s friend or girlfriend

Chrissy giving Billy relationship advice

In return, Billy gives Chrissy his mixtape bc he listens to the same stuff as Eddie

Billy and Chrissy secretly heading to the hideout to watch Eddie’s band and running out as soon as he notices them

During the summer, Billy would get her a job as a lifeguard and she’d befriend Heather as well

The three of them staying out late after the pool is closed and when Heather leaves, Billy and Chrissy just talk

She asks him about what to do with Jason and he gives her the most honest advice he can

I think he’d be tender with her and that would start motivating him to be kinder to his sister because he treats Chrissy more like a sister than he’d like to admit

I’m all for Billy and Chrissy bettering themselves

Tysm for reading babies <3333

[dbfandom]

Alright, characters and emojis.

As you know, the Japanese fandom really likes to use symbols to talk about characters, it's a way to code the language without showing up in search functions. These are usually used for shipping, but not always.

Some characters are more obvious than others, but for those who may seem a little far reached, I will write a small explanation.

Some are established fanon-accepted, but they're not really strongly claimed, so some artists will use the same emoji for different characters. (And as always if you like what I’m trying to do, consider buying me a drink or a doujin with ko-fi) (twitter version btw)

So here's my list for Dragon Ball (🐉) :p

Saiyans and half-saiyans:

Goku: 🥕 (Kakarot -> carrot) or 5️⃣9️⃣

Vegeta: 🥗

Broly: 🥦

Raditz: 🦔 (the hedgehog hair lol)

Turles: 🥬(Tullece -> lettuce) or 🍎 (because of the fruit obviously)

King Vegeta: 👑 or 🔱 (they aren’t super common)

Bardock and his squad: no established emoji that I've noticed, but 🍅 should be for Toma (Tora in English). 🌿 should be for Fasha (Selipa in Japanese, which are the syllables for parsley (pa-se-ri). I’ve seen someone use 🦀 or 🩸 (the headband) for Bardock.

Gine: 🧅 I’ve seen this one once!

Cumber: 🥒

Caulifla: I haven’t seen an established one that, but 🔥 works for her hair.

Kale: 🥬

Cabba: 🥬 yes Cabba (cabbage) and Kale (.. kale lol) share the same emoji. Context!

Gohan: 🍚 ("fried rice" as lunch; the term rice is used as a way to talk about the entire meal, even if it does not contain rice); for Future Gohan, you'll find it with the kanji 未 mi, from mirai (future). 5️⃣8️⃣ sometimes too. Add in 🐺 for the beast version!

Goten: 🍤(TENpura) sometimes 5️⃣🔟. Tenpura (tempura) is a type of fried food, and it's used for Goten because (go)ten(pura) (he's nicknamed "ten" by Trunks).

Trunks: 🐯(tora(nkusu); Tora means tiger); for Future Trunks, you'll find it with the kanji 未 mi, from mirai (future).

Bra: 👙 usually. Sometimes 👸

Pan: 🍞 (bread, obviously)

Earthlings:

Chichi: 🥛🍼(her name means milk; both are used)

Ox King: 🐂 (only seen it once, but that’s because I don’t see many drawings of him lol)

Bulma: 🩲(bloomers) but she sometimes gets 💙

Yamcha: 🐺 (wolf techniques)

Krillin: 🌰 (kuririn -> chestnut). Marron sometimes gets the same emoji

Videl: 😈 (Videl -> Devil)

Mr Satan: 🥇or 🏆. He’s the world champion!

Tenshinhan: 👁️

Chaozu: 👲(not super common but I did see it twice)

Launch: 🔫 but I’ve also seen 🎭

Roshi: 🐢

Farmer with a power level of 5: 🌽

Uub: I did see 🌴 used ONE TIME..

Maron: 🩱 I’ve seen it once.

Androids/Artificial humans:

Android 16: 1️⃣6️⃣ or 🤖

Android 17: 1️⃣7️⃣ or 🤖

Android 18: 1️⃣8️⃣ or 🤖

Cell: 🦗 grasshopper or cicada due to his first form. 🆑 and 🧬 have also been used.

Android 21: 🧁

Gammas: 1️⃣ / 2️⃣ or 🍓 (ichigo which is also number 1) and occasionally Γ or γ sometimes (not emojis but still lol)

Aliens:

Piccolo: 🅿️ or 🍏 (he gives apples to Gohan early on). ピ is also super common (it’s the first katakana of his name), but it’s not an emoji. 🍊 for orange piccolo obviously.

Nail: 🐌

Dende: 🫑 or 🌱 (seen it once..)

Frieza: ❄️ I’ve seen this one a couple of times. 🧊 and 🥶 are sometimes used too, for him, King Cold or Cooler.

Tapion: 🗡️

Gods and Kais:

Zamasu:🍵 (the tea he drinks)

Goku Black: 🌹 (a rose by any other name..)

Chronoa: 🕛 or any alternative like⌛️

Shin: 😏 I’ve seen this one used twice, but nothing definitive.

Fusions:

Gotenks: 👻 has happened a couple of times; (Ry has told me 🍩 is also used)

Gogeta: 🥐 (because of the jacket)

Vegito: 🍬 (because he's the strongest candy in the world in the Buu Saga).

Merged Zamasu: 🌀or ❇️

Kefla: 💥 (seen it a few times but not definite either)

Others:

Buu: 🍫

Janemba: 👺 (not super common)

Beerus: 🍺

Whis: 🥃 (😇 has also been used it seems)

Champa: 🍾 or 🥂

Special thanks to Whirly for nudging me to compile further and to Popo and the twitter folks for using those emojis religiously haha

[some-complete-idiot]

You know while I’m thinking about Hotline Miami I’m gonna rant about something.

Let me first show you a completely wrong (in my opinion) image

Jacket is no villain.

RANT BEGIN!!!

Also! There will be spoilers for both Hotline Miami 1 and 2! If you’re at all interested in playing some ball busting games that are so fucking good, go get them now!

Now I can understand why you could call Jacket a villain, but I feel that completely undermines his whole character and story arc!

The quick and simple way to explain why Jacket isn’t a villain is by this comparison,

Calling Jacket a villain is like calling The Punisher a villain.

You’re not completely wrong, they both do things that are barely redeemable, but the difference is that The Punisher keeps trying to find new scapegoats for his family’s death. While Jacket only goes after the people he considers to be the cause of his problems.

That’s why at the end of Hotline Miami 2 (from now on will be referred to as Wrong Number) you see Jacket just sitting in a jail cell. He’s content with his fate, for he finally got back at the people who hurt him, and his friends.

Jacket’s Reasoning

Here I’ll give you an outline of what Jacket’s reasoning for his rampage of Russian Mobsters was for.

You see, Jacket is a veteran! And he was on this super special team with 3 other people, including the character known as Beard.

Now in Wrong Number we get to see what Jacket did in his service years, he was stationed in Hawaii and was tasked with pushing out the Vietcong that had invaded. (I think? lol) Him and Beard were already good friends, hell they got a war reporter take their picture together! Very wholesome buddies* in my opinion. Every person on Jacket’s team all had their own things they wanted to do after the war, but only two, including Jacket, ever got to leave Hawaii in one piece.

You see, Jacket’s team was tasked with taking out some enemies that were hulled up in a power plant, Jacket was heavily injured, but Beard saved him and got his ass out of there. But there was still one more squad member left behind, so another one of Jacket’s squad that got out went back in to save the MIA member.

But sadly, the only survivors of the mission would be Jacket and Beard.

Skip ahead to after the war, Beard got to do what he wanted to do after the war, open up a small shop in San Francisco…

But in war, it’s winners are the one who get to write the history books, so Russia decided to nuke San Francisco to win the Cold War.

Now Jacket is the last of his squad.

How Jacket Grieves

I consider Jacket’s actions in Hotline Miami, for the most part, be him grieving in a strange, twisted way.

I mean, if you were given a mask by a random organization, told to go to an address, and found a bunch of Russian Mobsters who you in part believe are the ones who caused your pain, you’d be bashing in skulls as well.

But I do believe that Jacket does have a sense of who and who not he will kill, an example is that after you complete the first level, you go to throw away a briefcase you got from the scene of the Russian Mobsters. But when you throw away the briefcase when, RANDOM HOMELESS MAN ENCOUNTER!

Jacket is forced to kill the man, and while you begin to walk back to your car Jacket stops himself and takes off his mask and pukes. He clearly doesn’t like to kill people who are not involved with his pain.

Jacket and Girlfriend

Now this is what I constantly point to when people just call Jacket a villain, in Hotline Miami, after one level Jacket finds a poor girl who was being tortured by the mobsters that were in the building you had just cleared out.

The woman fully expects Jacket to kill her, but instead he takes her in and nurses her back to health. And he doesn’t force anything out of her, he gives her all the space she wants and she ends up becoming someone that seems to help Jacket.

That’s what makes the death of Girlfriend even worse when it happens.

Jacket is no Hero

I would like to also say that Jacket is no hero either, I believe his worst action was raiding the police headquarters and killing the cops in there just so he could learn why the person who killed Girlfriend (another person who was getting calls) did so.

But the ending of Hotline Miami is what I feel like shows off his character, Jacket kills the head of the Russian Mob in Miami and walks out to a balcony. He lights a cigarette and pulls out a Polaroid picture, he looks at it one last time before he lets go of the picture.

Because he’s avenged the person who saved him back on Hawaii; Beard.

Conclusion

In conclusion, calling Jacket a villain in my opinion is somewhat misguided.

While some of Jacket’s actions don’t feel justifiable I do feel completely condemning him is completely misunderstanding his character and motives.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk :)

[amchara]

i love the specific situation when i see you reblogging things and i immediately think it's tsc without looking at the context and then immediately spiral into a tornado of confusion and/or horror before the moment of clarity washes over me and i realize it's fate the winx saga

you have no idea how many times i've seen fairy-esque discussions on your blog or drama-adjacent things and I'm like "WHAT HAPPENED TO MARK AND KIERAN WHAT DID I MISS oh wait-"

Hahaha, I do feel a slight pang of guilt sometimes for TSC fans who followed and are still here. I mean- I am still into Shadowhunters! But I mix it up a lot more these days.

But more importantly- you made me spiral with your question of WHAT HAPPENED TO MARK AND KIERAN... that I had to think, what does happen to Mark, Kieran and the Blackthorns and Emma in a Fate universe context?

SO- buckle up, we're going fusion with Fate and The Shadowhunter Chronicles.

I'm going to stick mainly with The Dark Artifices characters for this but I do have to do a shout out to the fact that we do have some direct parallels but mainly TMI related.

Sky = Herondale with Jace's weaponry skill and daddy issues, James' gentlemanly behavior hiding a dark side, and Kit's jacket + sarcasm. That boy suffers beautifully, as all Herondales must.

And Bloom = Clary Fairchild, independent red-head discovers hidden world of magic and finds a close knit group of friends who help her save the world. Though the narrative punishes Bloom a lot more than Cassie ever did to Clary.

Therefore Bloom/Sky roughly equals Clary/Jace

Fate: The Winx Saga actually fits the mold of original flavour TSC quite well even if the other character archetypes don't exactly align with the Fate characters.

But... if we get to The Dark Artifices and the more morally grey Blackthorns and add in the Unseelie Court, this is where I had to stretch the imagination. Not because it can't be done but I had to shift a couple things to fit into the Fate context.

So, first of all- Emma is clearly a Specialist in this 'verse. Trains all day, weapons fan and a drive for revenge? Absolutely she'd be an awesome Specialist. Her background in Fate is that her parents were killed by Burned Ones - and they were also part of Rosalind's elite squad and so as a consequence she's brought up at Alfea by Silva, alongside Sky. She's Julian's Specialist partner.

Julian is a Mind Fairy. I considered all the other elements and nope, we've got to acknowledge he'd be a fucking powerful mind fairy, and he'd be a protege of Headmistress Farah Dowling. When Rosalind inevitably returns... she'd sense his power and there would definitely be attempst to push him to give in to the more manipulative side of his powers.

The Blackthorn's 'dark secret' in this 'verse is that Mark and Helen's mother was a Blood Witch, in a time when there wasn't as much division between fairies and Blood Witch.

We keep Julian's dark past in that he had to kill his own father when he was younger, who was possessed by a Blood Witch trying to get revenge for the Aster Dell massacre. In this battle, Julian protects his younger siblings but Mark is taken by some of his mother's relatives and goes off to live with the Blood Witches. Helen is a Specialist and has been banished by Queen Luna to the wilds of Eraklyon to check the Barrier (and her fairy partner Aline goes with her).

Anyway, when our story starts, Mark's just been returned to Solaria, through some backroom negotiations by General Bavani, and he's causing a stir at Alfea, as most people don't trust him due to his background. Oh, and he's an Air Fairy nominally but learnt it through Blood Witch practice, which makes his magic super erratic. He and Julian are trying to get back to their old bond but it's hard and there's the whole point of Julian trying not to admit he's in love with Emma because... okay, there's no parabatai issue but let's go with the idea that Mind Fairies can't be in relationships with their Specialist partners because if they get hurt/their partner gets hurt, it makes the magic go Kaboom or something, so it's Highly Frowned upon). But obviously Mark has no issues with this so we can keep the Emma-Mark-Julian triangle from the first book.

Kieran, as some kind of son of an important Blood Witch clan- maybe even still a Prince, shows up undercover (ala Beatrix's background), but in this 'verse, clearly Mark knows. So he's trying to out why Kieran is there without getting Kieran in trouble. So he and this other Specialist he's been getting close to- Cristina Rosales - are investigating and trying to figure out Kieran's ulterior motives. And of course, the OT3 still develops. 😌

Whew... going to stop here before I write a full-blown AU but thank you for spurring on this ridiculous fusion post. Hope you enjoyed and once you've watched the pilot, maybe even know some of the names I've been throwing around. 😀

[brainrotgobrr]

my opinions on the project sekai redesigns

our kids are growing up and entering a new year in high school, which means that they now have completely new designs because thats how idol gacha rhythm games work!!! woo!! and i have Thoughts

im gonna talk about my opinions on all the redesigns from least to most favorite. note that these are not my rankings of the groups themselves lol, thatd be

vbs -> n25 -> mmj & l/n (they’re tied for second) -> wxs

(from least to most favorite)

#5 - MORE MORE JUMP!

ohhh my sweet girls, my precious girls, what did they Do to you.

the blue looks So bad on them. it clashes with minori and airi and feels too samey with shizu and haru. i like their shoes, tho, and i like how airi keeps her trend of her outfit straying just a little bit from the norm.

these outfits just feel so boring and lifeless, compared to their og ones that had a lot more personality and a lot more charm. i dont think the dresses themselves are ugly, in fact i find them quite pretty, but i dont think they suit the girls very well.

also what the fuck is miku wearing lmao (i like her hairstyle tho)

i like all the girls hair accessories tho they’re cute

i hate ranking them last because i love mmj so much but yeah im very disappointed and i honestly prefer their canon outfits that they wear while performing not in the sekai (the ones that their fans helped design in the metamo re:born event that i forgot the name of)

#4 - Leo/need

firstly i wanna say im so happy that honami gets to be pictured with her instrument like the others, and i really like how they positioned saki’s keyboard

i dont hate these designs!! i quite like them actually. they seem more unified and professional, which fits because leo/need is SIGNED with an AGENCY now oh yeah im so proud of them

im sad that ichikas wearing her tie now rip ichikas tie around her wrist you will be missed by me and me only

i really like their new outfits!! the girls look and feel older. im not really vibing with the shade of gray used tho, i wish their uniforms were black or white or a different shade of gray. i also love the pins and buttons on mikus jacket (i actually prefer the shade of gray on the jacket why couldnt the leoneeders be dressed in that shade)

#3 - Wonderlands x Showtime

#ruiturnaround #FREETSUKASAFROMTHEFLAG

mizuki POPPED OFF with these designs (assuming they made them again)

i really love wondershos new look, i just like the other two groups better. nene’s in particular is my favorite (but im biased). i love how professional they look, these new outfits really display this new step that the kids are taking into the world of theatre

so proud for rui for comjng out as nb can he turn around now my artist friends are crying

i adore all of these designs they’re so cute and fun and i really love the new vibe for wondersho as of recently. it seems like colorpale and the fandom are taking them so much more seriously

#2 - Nightcord at 25:00

KANADE HAS BEEN FREED FROM THE CHAIR (but now miku has it. lol.)

guys. guys the - the symbolism. their dresses progress from pure black to gray showing how they’re slowly healing and bettering themselves and miku’s hair is begining to regain its green and the kids have different flowers that have symbolism that other people know way bettee then mine but MAFUYU’S IVY MOTIF AND ENAS NARCISSUS MOTIF ARE BACK BABY real missed chance to give kanade carnations tho. i dont have much to say but WOW i love the new look for the nightcords and i think they’re stunning. will accept zero hate for these guys they look great

also miku has shoes!!!! yes!!!!

#1 - Vivid BAD SQUAD

yeah, i was surprised too at how much i like the vbs designs

i like vbs, sure, but they’ve always been the group that has piqued my interest the least. and ive never been super keen on the designs of the characters

but these designs??? i really like them. a lot. it feels like the kids are really coming into their own, with kohane and toya finding their personal styles, akito refining his, and an paying homage to nagi in hers. they’re becoming the young adult creators and musicians that they’re striving to be. i can really see vbs’s growth in their new designs, and i hope that i can grow to really love them and their story : D

(also mikus design is kind of. all over the place. lmao but i kinda love it)

[storiesofsvu]

Happy Thursday! It’s a very big day pascal!!!

(hint… that has nothing to do with l&o… im sorry for what im about to become…)

Okay, mothership. Let’s see how this starts out.

Okay… so… hear me out… our vic is recently out of jail, sure they were exonerated, BUT I guarantee you the parents/family of that little girl don’t fully believe it and they just became your prime suspects. (and if they don’t even question them in this ep I will be disappointed in them…)

Yeah I really like this new DA.

“ONLY TWO TRIALS IVE EVER LOST” ???!! JESUS FUCK he’s *good*

Ooooo and now there’s $10 million dollars involved. The plot thickens…

I think I say it every week, but I LOVE KATE

I know this bald guy from somewhere but I can’t remember where. OH!! IS IT NURSE JACKIE?! I think it’s from there.

That blue suit shaw’s got on is FIIINE.

You know… I think what I disliked the most about the OG l&o was cosgrove, mccoy and Nolan. Now two of those are gone and I’m actually enjoying the show more LOL.

Why is the courtroom backwards?

Very likely unpopular opinion: I think carisi would fit in really well on this show. We should replace Nolan with him, actually get him some screen time and court room scenes considering svu never lets him be a lawyer anymore (I know we’re getting some tonight but still. I’m salty with how few court scenes we’ve gotten since covid)

SAM IN THE GREEN PANT SUIT!!!! YES!! GIRL!!

Ooooo what a plot twist!! Yaass!

Okay… I might skip TO, we’ll see if it hooks me in the intro or not

It did not suck me in. the end.

SVU here we go!

Ooooooooo a JURY deliberating?!?! We’ve never gotten to see this before!! I think this would be a super neat thing to see more often!

Ohhhh fuuuuuccckkk me. Velasco in the leather jacket and on his bike. FUCK. I literally let out an audible groan and dropped the apple slice I was eating. FUCK. I am down bad for him rn.

Who’s kid is that with fin?

TERRY NAKED IN BED WITH A LADY!!! TERRY NAKED IN BED!!

Listen this like, 10 seconds of personal life is all I need on a regular basis.

Okay he’s found guilt but im assuming that the girl they “peer pressured” into it is gonna come back to bite them in the ass

There’s gotta be some weird ass connection here, OR it’s a Bronwyn 2.0 situation. The way she looked at him? Ugh.

Im over the two new girls on the squad. Over it. I don’t like either of them.

Ah.. yes.. here we go. fuck this shit.

“you’re the one who wrote the bau profile” ….they’re literally trying to be criminal minds now. They DO realize that criminal minds is currently airing right? And that they’re not directly competing with each other, right? Like…cm is on streaming, they’re on cable, and they’re on different days/time slots. Stop with all this profiling shit and stick to just the nypd detective shit. That’s WHY we watch the show and what we come for…

Welp. Adding new charges is certainly a way to go rn. BUT now the defence can come back and say that they’re making shit up just to bring a new case to convict.

I know (assume lol) that it’s the same actress but the three “versions” of Maddie look nothing alike to me. Like, that is not the same girl lol.

I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT WHO TERRY WAS IN BED WITH. One night stand? Gf? Casual dating? Fwb? WHOOOMST

“why didn’t you tell anyone this before?” coming from CURRY is EXACTLY why it should’ve been another SVU detective in that room, they know how to act, how to encourage victims to open up. (I get that maybe the thought behind it was that she’s a woman vs the rest of the men, but still).

HAHAH not carisi calling out the other boys for being divorced when they’re giving him shit about marriage troubles. I love him.

Ohhhh gooodddddddd no. not repping himself… fuck.

Okay…either this guy is dumb AF, or he’s playing dumb. Like the comment in chambers all “where do I sit? I’m Canada, I don’t know how the law works down here” and now he’s getting cocky and repping himself? Like yeah, I lowkey get it, Im Canadian and know more about laws in nyc than up here but I’m sure this man wasn’t out writing fanfic while kidnapping girls lol. Like, does he ACTUALLY know enough to accurately rep himself? Probs not. Like that’s fucking dumb. Carisi should be able to get him on so many technicalities and make him look like an idiot/rile him up enough to explode.

Also highkey worried about benson on the stand. She’s already so wound up it might not take long for her to burst. AND considering the jump scare that was William lewis last week, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s still on her mind and a perp grilling her on the stand is gonna give her flashbacks of that trial and we all know how that went….

How tf  did he get a MILLION dollars?!

“carisi’s right, that monster needs eyes on him” YEAH DUH. THAT’S YOUR FUCKING JOB OLIVIA! Get yourself/your team on it!

What do you mean you’ve NEVER BEEN ON A STAKEOUT BEFORE?!? Curr’s an iab captain, I’m SURE she had to start as a beat cop… cmon.. that’s lazy writing.

Okay, but madi’s mom isn’t texting the perp to actually sleep with him, she’s doing it to get under his skin, right? Or like, to seduce him and she’s going haywire to kill him, right?

This guy is SO gross.

How is he SO good in a courtroom???

I thought amanda was in this episode?

Yup. Called it.

Velasco could shoot me any day. Sir. Please. I am begging.

“and now fin I want you to leave” girl. What. You’re going so fucking rogue and im so here for it LOL.

Okay, im just now remembering the description of the ep that amanda’s in, I was confused lol

Okay, that ep was good. Lets see how OC does next

Wait… I wasn’t paying attention, was that the MIA cop? Sam? Cause if so… fuck…

Ok, judging by these flashbacks, yes.. god his poor wife.

Elliot.. youre talking like a cop. How long have you been doing this? You know better.

The pacing of these episodes is too slow, it’s getting boring. It’s too much of stabler UC and not enough of actual police work/in the office. Its losing my attention FAST.

Like.. I watch this show for the cast as a whole and when we get arcs like this it turns into the Elliot stabler show and im not here for that. Throwing Ayanna UC for the meeting was a great addition but now we’re back to the stabler show and I’m scrolling my phone not paying attention.

Also… OC always fucks up and doesn’t have subtitles on it and that makes me lose interest cause I just simply cant watch shit without subtitles lol

Man I really fucking feel for sam’s(?) wife. This is heartbreaking. Ayanna & jet both with the single fucking tear? PLEASE. I’m literally crying.

Okay, stabler’s older(?) brother? Was he once a cop too? Or is he just playing cop rn? Is he gonna get himself killed??

This man needs therapy. Period.

“im no cop…”

“relax. I’m atf.” YAS lol.

“youd be surprised” “maybe I wouldn’t” yeah…none of us would. Stabler’s always in trouble.

Well THAT’S SUSPICIOUS

Man, we all knew this was coming, like the foreshadowing (for us as viewers) was SO obvious, but this still suuuuper complicates everything, ESP with joe being MIA.

Okay. That’s all. law and order day is officially over and the rest of the weekend is all about taylor swift. I’m not sorry. T-minus one hour!!!

[aclosetfan]

If you don’t mind, do you mind sharing any more headcannons for the fake dating story? I love your work by the way and I hope you’re feeling better!

Aw haha nah I wouldn’t mind!! Sorry Ik I haven’t updated anything but writing is taking everything out of me rn 😂 I think with everything that’s going on my brain imploded, but I’ve been adding sentences here and there to everything!

Tbh I don’t have many h/c for the fake dating au that don’t give away the plot, but here’s some sweet things I’d like to incorporate:

1) I think I’ve already discussed that BC is on a roller derpy team for super powered people! She’s the youngest on the team, but their big point star. A lot of the people she plays with are older women with families and when she lets it slip that she’s “dating” someone they demand he’s brought in to perform the hazing ritual. Without revealing too much, Buttercup asks if he wants to go to a game despite this breaking “NO WEEKENDS” rule and can totally not if doesn’t want to, nbd, truly she doesn’t care, but if you do don’t wear anything nice. He says yes, ends up really liking be a derby-boyfriend, gets a shit ton of Gatorade poured on him, and a very platonic kiss of the cheek. Officially, initiated into the derby fam, he gets a jacket like the rest of the derby-wives.

2) Bubbles also has a derby jacket despite not being officially initiated because she might as well be. She’s basically the teams number one fan and leads the crowds in the chants. The girl has a touch of bloodlust in her and gets amped when things get dangerous. Blossom is also a big fan but she’s quiet and likes to enjoy the atmosphere. No jacket but she’s considered Bubbles ‘assistant Pep Squad director

3) Boomer loves derby and Brick reluctantly likes it! They’re weary hanging out with the girls for the first time eve socially outside of school, but they all end up having fun. And the guys enjoy seeing Butch so happy.

4) speaking of, this isn’t a “first love” story for Butch. He was kind of head over heels for a manic pixie dream girl type at the juvenile hall. She was one of those poetic smokers who say a lot but nothing at all and Butch was suckered into the cool girl vibes. They got into a lot of fun trouble together and when he wanted more out of the relationship she dropped him. It ends up being a relationship he regrets and panics when he starts to feel like he’s getting too close to Buttercup b/c he doesn’t want to go through that again. Obviously, though, Buttercup is too much of a dweeb in this story to be a cool girl like his previous love interest, she just gives off the allusion. Butch is actually the cool one lmao (I know, I know, but he’s not actually cool just between the two he is). To alleviate his fears, he just has to wait until Buttercup drops her phone on her face, or cry over the Air Bud movies, or ask him something just Boomer-level stupid and he feels better.

5) pretty early on Buttercup and Butch realize that their fake relationship ends up being this great “get out of jail free card.” When Buttercup doesn’t want to go to some public function or Butch needs five seconds away from his brothers, they just go “oh sorry! I actually have a date with butters/Butch.” They don’t really have to seek each other out to maintain the lie, but they more often then not hangout during these moments. Mostly the hole-up in Butch’s room or they mess around somewhere in the City or the nature reserve. Hanging out in Butch’s room usually leads to more intimate moments, which they both would prefer to avoid, but Buttercup is sometimes fighting off sleep deprivation from the hero job she maintains, so they take a lot of naps together. Mostly she’s the one napping while Butch fiddles around his room like she isn’t there (she thinks he makes good white noise), but occasionally she falls asleep on his shoulder and it’s not like he’s going to be the one to wake her up.

6) here’s a snippet:

“Name one thing,” Brick jabbed a finger in her face, “one thing you like about my brother!”

Her eyes crossed as looked at the finger in a panic. “H-huh?”

“If you like him enough to date him,” Brick seethed, red in the face as he spoke through gritted teeth, “then you can name one fucking thing you like about him.”

“It’s not an unreasonable request, Buttercup,” Blossom said, crossing her arms. Playing the opposite of Brick, Blossom didn’t look visibly angry, but Buttercup knew in her bones what the cold tone of her voice meant. “Answer the question,” her sister demanded.

Buttercup chewed on the inside of her cheek as she scrambled for anything at all she knew about Butch, but it was like the boy had been erased from her mind. Terrified that she had just been caught in the scam and not even three days in, she babbled soundlessly as she tried to assemble one coherent thought.

“It’s a fucking lie, isn’t it?” Brick hissed, after she didn’t answer, “You don’t like my brother. You’re using hi—“

“His smile!” She squeaked, because maybe, right now, honesty was the best policy. “He has a very—“ she blushed, thinking up an appropriate adjective that revealed enough but not too much, “—it’s, uh, well nice! No wait,” she corrected herself because nice wasn’t good enough, honestly, in her real opinion, “better then nice. Pretty? Um, or handsome? Do guys like when girls say dashing? That’s kind of a fancy thing to say right? Or, no, that’s kind of old-timey, right?”

Buttercup clamped her mouth shut after that, having the good sense to shut the hell up. How did someone fuck up a compliment about a person’s smile? She was an idiot.

She boiled with embarrassment as she looked between the two red-heads. She prayed for Blossom’s sympathy, out of the two people cornering her right now, Blossom was the one who knew how awkward she felt when it came to compliments.

“Aw, babe,” a pair of arms shot out, pulling her away from the two in front of her and wrapping her into a backward hug. Butch smiled down at her, “you think my smile’s dashing?”

If she thought she had been boiling before, this was like punting her directly into the sun. She wanted to hide behind her hands (or tbh punt herself directly into the sun), but that wasn’t what girlfriends did, was it?

“Well, y-yeah,” she shrugged, still brave enough to be honest despite her embarrassment. Butch really did have a nice smile, she was pretty sure everyone knew that.

If Buttercup wasn’t so intensely watching his face, she would have miss the millisecond where the look in his eyes softened. Butch pulled her tighter into him, ripping his gaze away from her to glare at his brother and her sister. Their positioning was reminiscent to the one they stood In at the pep assembly as Butch rested his jaw on the crown of her head. It, combined with the memory of the pep assembly, made her stomach flip-flop.

“Can you two stop interrogating my girlfriend?” He growled, “We’re dating, get over it.”

“She’s my sister,” Blossom snapped, but Butch didn’t bow to her trump card.

“Yeah, and some sister you are, you’re being a dick to her.” Butch huffed, turning back to Buttercup, “We’re going to be late for class. Come on, Buttercup,” He tugged her towards math in the opposite direction of their siblings.

She let him pull her along by the hand almost a little starstruck, watching the broad part of his back. No one, and she meant no one, got away with talking to Blossom like that. And Butch just had.

Her stomach flip-flopped all over again.

[aequitas-if]

oooo, could i get 8, 12, and 39 from the ask game answered?

8. Do they collect anything? If so what and why?

12. Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

39. Would they ever crash a wedding?

You can absolutely get those ask game questions answered! Like I’ve mentioned I love answering asks because it gets me in the mood for writing!

8. Do they collect anything? If so what and why?

Original Aequitas Members

Alex: I can see her collecting classic novels!

Jasper: He has collected trinkets from every major place he has gone to (which is a lot considering he has super speed). He kept them in his room at the base!

Zoe: She collects cookbooks! The way humans have developed so many foods across different cultures has always fascinated her.

Rowan: I can’t see him collecting anything. It’s not really his thing.

Sidekick Squad

Vesper: They always take something from every mission they go on.

(I don’t know if you’ve watched Young Justice but if you have it would be pretty similar to Kid Flash and his souvenirs!)

Leon: Another one that I can’t see collecting anything. Maybe comics/movies but that would be when he’s a bit older.

Juniper: I can see her collecting something small like cute keychains or silly sunglasses.

Nora: She collects snow-globes. Her grandmother would always give her one whenever she visited so she’s been building her collection since she was a kid.

Sebastian: He collects vinyl records. Of course he would deny it if anyone asked. He has a record player and is just making sure it gets used. Obviously.

12.Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

Original Aequitas Members

Alex: She has a good sense of style. A solid 9/10.

If you asked her she would say that she has an average/decent sense of style.

Jasper: Average sense of style 6/10. He’s not creative or anything but it’s not bad.

If you asked him though he would brag about having a great sense of style.

Zoe: Zoe’s another one with a good style! I would give her a 7/10. She reads a lot of magazines so she learned from there.

If you asked her she’s another one that would say that her style is decent/average.

Rowan: 5/10. It’s not bad just boring. Black t-shirt, jeans and sometimes a leather jacket.

He think he has a cool sense of style though

Sidekick Squad

Vesper: Depends on the day. Vesper’s outfits switch between 10/10 (looking perfect) and -1000/10 (Why the hell would you put those colors and patterns together?)

They know they have a good sense of style. They just refuse to use it most of the time.

Leon: He’s…average. A solid 6/10. Leon dresses like you would imagine a teen boy would. His usual outfit is a hoodie, t-shirt and jeans.

He would admit to the fact he has a pretty boring sense of style.

Juniper: She definitely has a trendy sense of style! Juni usually picks whatever she feels best in or whatever is popular at the time. A solid 7/10.

She would very heavily argue that she has a great sense of style.

Nora: Another one that’s just kinda average. 6/10. She knows what colors look decent together but she doesn’t really pay attention to what’s popular.

She would say that she has a bad sense of style though

Sebastian: He has a good sense of style and isn’t afraid to rub it in. 7/10 (it’s actually 9/10 but he loses points bc he’s an asshole about it).

39.Would they ever crash a wedding?

Original Aequitas Members

Alex: No. It’s both incredibly disrespectful to both the couple and the guests. If she needs something from the couple then she’ll wait until after the wedding.

Jasper: No. His grandma raised him better than that.

Zoe: Never! Zoe’s a huge romantic and would hate herself forever if she even accidentally ruined someones wedding.

Rowan: Not unless it was like an emergency or something. Or the couple were assholes.

Sidekick Squad

Vesper: Probably. I can see them doing it because they think it would be funny (they’re kinda an asshole if you haven’t noticed).

Leon: Another one who is apart of the “raised better than that squad”. His mother would literally kill him if he even thought about it.

Juniper: No. I can see her thinking about it if the couple were assholes but she’d never actually do it.

Nora: Never. Would literally have a panic attack if she even accidentally slightly messed something at the wedding up.

Sebastian: No. Another one that would think about it if the couple sucked but politeness has been drilled into him.

[spanishsenpai]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 2

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Here you go Dying Light 2 enjoyers. Have some more Aitor hurt juice. It hasn't come up yet but I've decided Aitor was meant to be shorter than everyone else. Dying Light Jesus told me it had to be this way.

A kick to the gut couldn't kill Aitor so Waltz decides maybe he has further potential.

Read it on AO3 if you'd rather! :D

“Die scum!” Aitor yelled, lunging for Waltz with a knife clenched in each fist. He only managed to get in one swipe before Waltz’s knee collided with his stomach, just under his body armor, with the force of a sledge hammer. The wind was knocked out of him, rendering him limp long enough for Waltz to grab the back of his vest, spinning him around and tossing him. He choked out a grunt as he collided with something, likely Aiden if the yelp he heard was related. 

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. Faintly he processed that he was on something that was squirming underneath him and Waltz was nearby. If his body didn’t feel like it was rebooting, he would’ve had the forethought to roll off the person to give them a fighting chance.

Aiden shouting brought him back. He let out a desperate gasp as his diaphragm suddenly remembered how to work, sucking in the air he’d been starved of the past few minutes. 

As he gasped and coughed, a sickening thwack jolted him from his stupor. Boots appeared in front of his face. A raspy snarl escaped Aitor’s throat as Waltz snatched his hair to pull him up to his face. 

“Stubborn aren’t you? Just won’t die like the rest of these dogs,” Waltz practically growled, kneeling in front of him. 

Aitor’s eyes widened in rage. His shaky legs scrambled under him and around Aiden’s limp form as he aimed a punch at Waltz’s face. “Shut your fucking mou- !”

His fist was grabbed faster than he could process and then squeezed until Aitor was on the verge of screaming. He tried to jerk back as Waltz let go of his hair but the man’s grip strength was unrelenting. He could feel the bones in his hand creaking from the pressure and feared they would shatter if Waltz didn’t let go.

“Too stubborn to die. Too stupid to live. Maybe you weren’t cut out for that promotion after all.” Waltz shoved him back, tossing him backwards on the other side of Aiden’s unconscious body. “Oh well. Mistakes happen. I’ve got what I came for either way.”

His chest ached too fiercely to react quick enough as Waltz stepped over to where he’d fallen and grabbed the shoulder strap of his body armor. “What to do with you now,” he hummed, tapping some strange device against his chin.

Aitor’s muscles tensed as he prepared to try and attack again. Waltz must have had some super human sense as, the moment Aitor jerked to lunge, Waltz gripped his shoulder strap tighter and threw him into the tunnel wall like Aitor weighed nothing more than a baseball. His back collided with the wall, head bouncing against the concrete, leaving him stunned yet again as he fell to the floor, landing on his stomach with a cry. The back of his head throbbed fiercely in time with his ribs, nausea threatening to make him sick.

“Tsk, tsk,” Waltz taunted as he stalked over. He watched the lieutenant weakly try to get back to his hands and knees as he gasped hard. Waltz kicked out, catching him in his already tender ribs. Aitor cried out, limbs collapsing under him. His body armor might as well have been a thin jacket with all the good it did against Waltz’s attacks. 

“Do you really think there’s anything you can do to me?” he asked, placing a heavy boot on the middle of Aitor’s back. “Do you think there’s anything you could do to stop me from doing what I’m doing?” Waltz chuckled darkly, “I’m far more than your feeble human body will ever be.”

Aitor’s heart was pounding. Waltz had disarmed him so quickly and plowed through his squad like they were nothing more than toddlers.

“You Peacekeepers are nothing more than a nuisance.” Waltz paused, stomping down on Aitor’s back to see if he was still awake. He grinned at the weak gasp he got in response. He could feel the laborious breaths Aitor was taking under the weight of his boot. Before all this apocalypse business, Waltz hadn't been the sociopathic type. Maybe it was the desperation of his goal or maybe it was the Volatile instincts running through him, but these days, causing pain with no end goal was much more appealing than it had ever been.

“... You… You’re a fu-...” Aitor ran out of breath before he could finish. He was dizzy even when he was only laying down. His headache was only getting worse.

“Look at you. Still fighting. It's almost endearing... Hmm, maybe I do have a use for you after all.”

Waltz took his foot off Aitor’s back, not missing the deeper breath the lieutenant took. He tucked the GRE key safely in his coat pocket before bending down and grabbing Aitor by the top and bottom of his vest. With a grunt, more from expected exertion rather than actual effort, he tossed the Peacekeeper over his shoulder. 

Aitor wheezed at the sudden shoulder to his aching ribs. He could taste blood in his mouth and dazedly wondered if he was internally bleeding or had just bitten his tongue. It took a second for him to process that Waltz was walking out of the tunnel with him over his shoulder. His eyes widened as he snarled, attempting to thrash even as his ribs screamed at him. His hands grabbed the back of Waltz’s jacket as he tried to climb over the shoulder and roll to the ground. 

Waltz just sighed at his effort and leaned forward slightly to drop the Peacekeeper on the ground. Aitor groaned in pain as his sore body once again made contact with the rough ground. 

“I should have known you might take extra convincing,” Waltz said, though it didn’t sound like he was speaking to Aitor. He walked out of Aitor’s fuzzy view but returned too fast for Aitor to even think of an escape. His world was ragged breathing and pain until Waltz knelt down next to him again and snatched his wrists in that same steel grip. There was a quiet zip of a zip tie before his hands were dropped. Waltz shuffled to his feet and did the same to his ankles, having to use two zip ties to account for Aitor’s thick boots.

“There we go. That should keep you from doing anything idiotic.”

Aitor was back on his shoulder before he could process the words. Damn his aching head. 

He hissed as they left the tunnel and the bright sun seemed to sear his eyes. He clenched them shut and then immediately regretted that as Waltz jumped. His stomach was in his throat as the jump felt more like a roller coaster. The landing was no better as the shoulder was slammed into his diaphragm, making him jolt and croak out a cry. No human should be able to jump like that. 

He managed to open his eyes and felt sick as he saw the gap Waltz must have just cleared. Even with his eyes fighting between being focused and unfocused, he could tell the gap between the two pieces of broken freeway had to be over 10 meters across.

That was all the time he had to think about it as Waltz leaped again. This time, the landing made Aitor blackout for a few minutes. When he came to, Waltz was sliding down a diagonal wall of solar panels. Aitor picked out the broken freeway in the corner of his eye. The many gaps Waltz must have jumped had made the agony in his ribs all the worse. 

Fuck, it hurt.

“I’m at the car factory,” he heard Waltz say though it sounded far away. Aitor made a half hearted attempt to squirm but it felt like even tensing his muscles took his breath away.

Waltz jumped and Aitor returned to unawareness.

The second time he woke up he was in a bare concrete room. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to remember how he’d gotten here. 

“Fuck,” he cursed quietly as the memories came rushing back as well as his headache.

His wrists were still zip tied together. A quick tug of his legs showed the same with them. Carefully pressing his shoulder blades back told him he was on a thin mattress. Probably not new considering the smell of it. His brow furrowed. He was going to have to sit up to learn anything else, such as if that door across from him was unlocked. 

A sharp exhale left his nose that turned to a muffled scream as he grit his teeth. Getting up involved propping himself up on one elbow and turning partially on his side. He had to take a break when he got to that point to just breathe. His ribs hurt and were making it nearly impossible to move. 

Were they broken? Probably. That would be just his luck. 

God, he was out of breath but breathing hurt even worse. Fuck Waltz. He wished he’d killed him when he’d had the chance. His heart picked up its pace as he thought about that little fight. Had he really even had a chance then?

Okay break time over. 

He hissed as he laid his palms flat on the mattress and pushed himself up, shuffling his legs to be under him. Sweat was beading around his forehead by the time he’d gotten to a sitting position, leaning heavily on the concrete wall. He panted which made him feel more lightheaded but it was the only form of breathing he could bear at the moment. God his head hurt. 

He brought shaky arms up and felt around the back of his head. Even pressing lightly he cringed as his fingers found a sore spot. His hair was sticky with half dried blood and he was sure it trailed down to his shirt collar. 

When was the last time he’d been banged up this bad? He couldn’t even remember. It felt like he’d been hunting Lucas’s killer for forever at this point. He wilted slightly; it seems he wasn’t going to get that justice they’d been hunting for after all. No time to dwell on that right now. Not when his current situation was still full of unknowns. If he could get his hands on a walkie, he could radio headquarters and hopefully get a rescue party. At the very least, someone could tell Patricia he wasn’t dead like he was sure they would assume when his squad was found.

He groaned softly. Patricia was going to kill him. This day just kept getting better and better.

It suddenly occurred to him to check his pockets. He’d been prepared to fight going into that tunnel and had brought as many weapons as he could carry. Even more important though, he’d had some combat morphine. It was rare to have but he always liked to have some on him just in case. Unfortunately, even though his body armor had been left on, his pockets were emptied. Even the small knife that had been strapped to his calf under his pants leg was gone.

Damn, guess he was continuing this the hard way.

He sucked in a breath before leaning forward to be on his hands and knees. This would be the worst part of this whole process. Gritting his teeth, he quickly hopped up, getting his feet under him. He forced himself to bite his tongue to curb a scream as his ribs were unbearably squeezed. Quickly he stood up straight, leaning against the wall again as he tried to get his breath back. His legs felt like jelly and his hands were trembling slightly. 

He was up though. He just had to stay that way. Once his legs were locked up enough to keep him up, he tested just how tightly zip tied his ankles were. At the very least, he had just enough room to slowly shuffle to the door. Not a great situation for his ego but at least he could move.

The room wasn’t very big and yet as he got closer to the rusty metal door he could hear more voices and footsteps. He couldn’t make out words but the speech patterns were enough to tell him he was surrounded by Renegades. Had to be. No one else talked in such a screechy way.

His vision swam occasionally, forcing him to stay leaning partially on the wall as he shuffled. His little hopping maneuver had done no favors for his head. The single bright light above him was also adding to the pounding pulsing through his temples. He’d kill for some aspirin right now. 

His hand brushed against the peeling red paint of the door. He tried not to get his hopes up but as he turned the handle and was met with resistance, he growled. The chance had been slim at best but testing the door had been his only plan. He was pretty incapable at the moment and with nothing else to occupy his mind, the pain came rushing to replace it. 

Suddenly he desperately needed to sit down. His hands came down to gently press against his stomach. Regret flooded through him instantly as that nearly had him dropping to the floor to throw up. Holy hell. How was he moving right now?

Shit he needed to sit. Falling on the concrete would not help his situation. Just as he’d turned to go back to the mattress in the far corner, the latch on the door jangled and clicked as it was unlocked. Aitor stumbled back, nearly falling anyway as he tripped slightly over the zip ties. 

He grimaced and scowled as he carefully cradled his ribs while Waltz strolled into the room. 

Waltz seemed agitated but as he saw Aitor up and moving, he smirked, “Welcome back. I was worried I’d regret my choice but I’m glad you’re making it worth my while.”

It pissed Aitor off that the man didn’t even feel the need to close the door. “Shut your fu-” he began to croak out, surprising himself a little that his voice was so raspy.

Waltz interrupted him though, striding towards him, “Now, now. Have a seat.” Before Aitor could tell him where to go and how to get there, Waltz was grabbing his shoulder strap and dragging him over to the mattress. A flash of comparing himself to a scruffed cat flew to the forefront of his mind, filling him with rage. The feeling was only maximized by the fact that the toes of his boots were barely brushing the floor.

Aitor’s curse was cut off as he was dropped on the mattress. Not even the comfiest mattress would have made the fall bearable. Aitor coughed, but refused to freeze up this time. A choked snarl escaped him as he kicked out as hard as he could. Waltz didn’t react to the hard kick to the shin other than to tilt his head slightly at him. 

“Yes,” he said after a moment, “I’d say this was a good choice. You will make an excellent test subject. Seeing that you survive the process, I already have your first mission in mind.”

“Wh… What the fuck are you…” he gasped, glaring at Waltz as he turned back on his back. “... talking about?” He hated how his words slurred. With the way his vision was swimming though, it was a miracle he was still awake.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Waltz crowed, kneeling down in front of him. His eyes bore into Aitor’s, looking for something. Aitor glared back.

“You’ll hang for this,” Aitor spat. “When they find my squad and my body is missing-”

“Nothing will happen.” Waltz leaned forward, hand reaching out towards Aitor’s face. Aitor snarled and attempted to slap Waltz’s hand away. A terrible sense of deja vu washed over him though as Waltz snatched his hands, overpowering him easily and pulling them down. Aitor wasn’t cowed though and tried to fight back anyway, raising his leg to kick again, especially spurred on by how close Waltz’s face was. Before he could even draw his legs back to strike, Waltz gripped his fingers and squeezed.

“Fuck!” Aitor snapped, arm jerking back as though he could escape Waltz’s hold.

Waltz seemed uninterested in this, simply using his other hand to grab Aitor’s jaw and hold his head still. The lieutenant’s nostrils flared in barely concealed pain. He swallowed thickly, fighting to keep from actually screaming as Waltz’s grip tightened every few seconds until he could feel his heartbeat pounding through the compressed veins in his fingers. 

Finally, he seemed satisfied and released Aitor’s jaw. “Do you truly think you are irreplaceable? Nobody is coming for you. They don't care about you. You are mine to do with as I see fit.” Waltz grinned, face morphing into something a little terrifying with the dark veins crawling up his cheeks. “How exciting.”

Waltz let go of him and stood, striding to the door. He stopped in the doorframe, not even turning back to his prisoner as he said, “Sit tight. We’ll be moving to a more permanent location soon.” The door slammed close as Aitor was forming an insult in his mind. 

“Fucker,” was all he came up with.

[bigskydreaming]

Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids. 

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint? 

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower. 

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes. 

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer. 

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest. 

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

[watanabes-cum-dump]

Angst is temporary, smut is eternal

I am extremely down horrendous for the PGR boys so here are some general NSFW headcanons of them before I unleash the angst reconing when I finally have the motivation to write

Warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, lots of mentions of children and pregnancy, creampie, stomach inflation, size kink, sex in a semi public place, petpay, some choking, somnophilia, masochism, cockwarming, sadism, some generally unhealthy behaviour, tell me if I missed one

*BY CLICKING READ MORE YOU ARE CHOOSING TO CONSUME MATURE CONTENT* 

Watanabe

- Breeding man 

- Also a daddy kink for obvious reasons

- So what if he can’t get you pregnant? He gets off to the idea of fucking you full of his cum, and he knows you do too

- Calls you “baby” or “baby girl/boy” 

- He usually isn’t that mean, as long as you let him fill you right up he’ll let you cum as many times as you want

- Spoils you with his cock all the time, but especially if you’ve been good

- Break his rules though and he’ll punish you accordingly

- Spanking, orgasm denial, it’s all on the table so you’d better obey daddy’s rules

- Especially if you pull something in front of other people, expect to either be fucked into the bed or edged for hours on end

- “Why don’t you scream a little louder, baby? Make sure everyone knows how good daddy is making you feel” 

Lee

- Now, Lee can be one of two things:

- The sweetest thing ever, making sure you feel good and being careful with you 

- Or, he can be super mean and edge you until your begging and crying for release

- When he’s in the latter mood you’d better be good and do as he says lest he leave you there

- Often times he’ll have you suck him off while he digs his boot into your crotch, he loves your pathetic little whines and how you’ll swallow every little drop

- Calls you his slut/whore 

- Will fuck you in front of a mirror and makes you look at your fucked out face while he stuffs his cock into you 

- Wear his jacket and it’s all over

- You won’t be walking for a while

- There are rare times when he just goes feral and just uses you like a cocksleeve 

- “Ah look at you, taking me in so well like a common whore. Is that what you are, commandant? A cute little cum dump for me?” 

Kamui

- Spoils you silly with his cock

- Of course this cute little retriver will let you do anything you want to him too

- He is a switch after all, though he does lean towards being a bottom 

- Slap him, choke him, be rough with him he doesn’t care

- He can take it, he just wants you to feel good 

- If you’ll let him, he’ll fuck you for hours on end, make you cum as many times as you want

- You want him to speed up? Sure thing. Want another orgasm? How about three?

- But if there’s one thing he loves it’s the risk of getting caught

- He’ll be under your desk in your office, where anyone could walk in, sucking you off/eating out your pussy while you tease him 

- Loves it when you wear his clothes too, especially if it’s just his jacket that’s too big for you while you don’t wear any underwear

- He likes to put his hand on your stomach because his cock makes a cute lil’ bulge

- Loves it if there’s a size difference

- “How am I doing, commandant?” 

Camu

- The muzzle stays on during sex

- Into petplay and a size difference

- Definitely likes leashes 

- Loves it when you ride him while you tug on his leash. You swear you hear him growl through his muzzle as you bounce up and down on him 

- Either grips your thighs or puts a hand where there’s a little bulge from his massive cock

- When he’s in charge though, boy things get rough

- Camu likes to pull the leash so hard that it’s choking you while he plows into you

- He’s like an animal in heat, fucking you until you both pass out

- You won’t be walking for a while 

- You don’t really get to have a say in when you guys do it, he’ll pull you aside at random times and just go at it in some random storage room or even at HQ when anyone could walk in

- Don’t worry, he’ll make quick work of you so that you can both return to work

- “You’ll keep my cum in that cute little hole of yours, right babe?” 

Chrome

- Vanilla bitch :/

- Very romantic and sweet at least

- Unless you do something about it, he’ll just be sort of plain

- Chrome likes it when you’re in charge, if you choose to be mean he’ll like it even more

- Really flustered at first but the more you do it the more he’s acting like a fucking slut for you

- Sometimes he’ll get all needy and bother you until you put him in his place

- Likes oral, giving or receiving but especially giving

- If you ever get impatient, just tug his hair a bit

- Seeing the usually calm and collected captain of Strike Hawk made a little whore for you is such a pretty sight. 

- Gets all whiny when you don’t let him cum

- What a fucking brat

- Why don’t you teach him a lesson?

- “Commandant, I’ve been good... promise”

Banji 

(idk if it’s banji or wanshi but the wiki says banji so...) 

- Somnophilia, consented of course (come on you all saw that coming) 

- Also fucking your thighs

- Service top

- Likes it when you tug his hair a bit 

- Ride him while he’s a bit sleepy, that will wake him right up

- Cock warming while you two fall asleep

- Lots of wet dreams about you, don’t be afraid to wake him up with a blowjob if you hear him moaning your name in his sleep

- “Mmmm... that feels nice commandant. Could you wake me up like that more often?”

Roland (pre fake ascension or whenever he becomes recruitable ig)

- Will fuck you in abandoned places

- Especially if there are corrupted nearby

- Tells you to stay quiet unless you want the corrupted to find you

- Teases you about not being able to keep your hands off him 

- Also one to edge you

- Likes it when you cry, either from too many orgasms or lack thereof 

- Likes to cum all over you face, teases you to make sure to get it all off before you go back to your squad

- Gets off to the idea of someone from Babylonia seeing the proud commandant of Gray Raven getting bent over by an ascendant

- Stalks you and pulls you aside on missions with other constructs for a quick fuck

- Especially if he thinks you’re getting a little too comfortable with someone

- Your his pathetic little cum slut, no one else gets to have you 

- “Yeah, like that commandant? Could that blonde fuck with the guns fuck you like I do? Huh? I can’t hear you baby, was that a yes? Do I not fuck you well enough?”