#even though 99% of the time it's fine or neutral

[not-poignant]

Do you know an artist I Am Luna Sol? Her antis went wild and it is really scary... check her twitter com /iamlunasol/status/1531760416967245826

Hi anon,

Unfortunately while the situation with that artist is terrible (no, I don't know them, I'm not in their main fandom), this is something I've seen happen again and again to many artists for the content they create. This is not the first time I've seen something this bad happen, but...I've seen worse. (Which isn't to minimise the trauma that this artist has repeatedly gone through simply for drawing ship art, it's horrendous.).

Antis are just like this. They have done it to many artists and writers. Some are proud when they make someone need to go to a hospital because of their mental health from constant bullying and abuse. They have actually tried to kill artists and writers in the past.

I would also add that in this day and age, mass-reporting someone you don't like on Tiktok and Instagram happens all the time, even if you're not in fandom. I follow a lot of immunologists and doctors on Tiktok who educate about Covid being real and a threat, and they get mass harrassment all the time with real consequences of being banned or having many posts removed. Likewise, an autistic person I follow on Tiktok, has had their account banned several times because they get reported for being, well, autistic. They've had to create back up accounts. I think it's happened 3-4 times already this year alone. It's not just an anti phenomenon, but it doesn't surprise me that antis use the same tricks as the fascists, the most far-right of the anti-vaxxers, and the ableist, bigoted puritans.

But yeah, honestly, the extreme antis are vile (personally I think most are, but some antis do grow out of it eventually and actually realise they're believing stuff that's just straight up factually untrue and using it to viciously and cruelly and maliciously harm people, it might be a tiny percentage, but still). Antis are, imho, one of the biggest scourges all fandom has ever seen. And they are going to get worse until creators are given more tools to deal with them.

[cupids-chamber]

♡. WHEN CROWLEY DECIDES that the boy's need a dosage of learning to prepare for the 'future' and sets everyone up in pairs to take care of a fake baby that mimics a real one. @ ; Gender neutral reader / Crack (In some parts) / Fluff ## heartslabyul + pomefiore + octavinelle / scarabia + savanaclaw + diasomnia

. ACE TRAPPOLA ; “Why does this gremlin look like us?” he asks nonchalantly, waving his hands towards the baby. The child looked way too real to be fake, though Crowley had informed everyone beforehand that the child was in fact fake, and was made to take after its caretakers.. They seemed real.. And you wouldn’t put it past Crowley to kidnap a couple thousand kids, I mean he technically did the same to you.. So it can’t be that uncommon.. Plus it would save him some cash if he actually did that. 

The baby was asleep when it first came into your possession. You swear you saw Ace lose his sanity a tad bit when it first cried, that should have been a red flag.. Alongside his literal meltdown when he was confused as to what he should do, you watched and humored his worries, by putting needless concern and teasing him. You swear you saw him take a breath of pure relief when the child stopped crying and began drinking its milk. 

The child indefinitely had insomnia because it just wouldn’t fucking let you two sleep.. At all.. Ace wanted to commit a crime, he thought it would be peaceful having a month off classes.. And since the child was fake it would all end well, Right? Wrong. The baby was artificially designed to look exactly like the two of you, which was bad because you couldn’t help but grow attached to it.. And that wasn’t the worst part, It acted like a real child.. and functioned like one too. You were now 99% sure Crowley kidnapped a bunch of orphaned newborns and put a sort of disguise spell on it.

The two of you even named the kid.. Well Ace just continued to call it a little gremlin, and you ended up joining him. It was much easier, and well.. The child was a gremlin.. The child was growing fast, and it was torture. It would pull your hair, tamper with Ace’s make-up. Fuck with your supplies and tools, and was genuine hell to work with. But that’s not to say the child was all bad, it was cute. And the three of you grew quite close together. 

When it was time for your Little gremlin to go, the two of you were completely heartbroken. Over the past month, the two of you grew closer together as a pair, hell Ace even confessed. It was sweet, and now you little gremlin had to leave you both. “WE’LL MISS YOU” you yelled as Crowley took the kid away from you both, sure Crowley was an excellent matchmaker for the two of you but what the fuck?!?

. DEUCE SPADE ; Deuce grew up with care and was surprisingly well trained in the art of taking care of a child, the moment the baby was given to you, it started crying. Yet Deice was fully prepared for this event in advance, it was actually a rather adorable sight. However, you didn't get to view the full scene, as Deuce ushered you away to get your supplies for the baby. 

You heard that the Child was supposedly supposed to take after the two of you, yet a part of you doubted the fact but when Deuce pointed out the similarities you began taking notice of it as well.

Was Deuce an expert child specialist, you weren’t quite sure… But he was exceptionally good at taking care of the little demon that was now in both of your possession. The first few hours went by pretty fine, since Deuce was quite skilled in taking care of children.. You were actually quite shocked when he asked you for help, but the scene was worth it. 

The three of you would play together, go on picnics, and do a bunch more fun stuff; which led to the three of you quickly growing attached together, he even gave the little demon with legs a name. Everything about this experience was fun and enjoyable, and you couldn’t help but grow used to it. Though it was quite odd, the little demon seemed to have quite a lot of patience for a child, you don’t think that was normal. You even asked Deuce about it; he then explained to you how throughout his earlier years, he had been a remarkably calm child to deal with..

When it came time for the two of you to give up your precious child, you swore you could see Deuce shed a tear. And you were quite sure that Crowley purposefully, meticulously planned this event; since he handled taking your demon away from you and turning the device off, much slowly, then the others. 

. RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ; Riddle was not ready for this— One normal school day with peace dear heavens.. Mercy on his soul. (Something yuu should be saying but ok Riddle be dramatic mr mommy issues 🙄) Immediately hands the kid over to you, he does not trust himself. And that’s a lot coming out from Riddle the housewarden of Heartslabyul—Himself..

He’s trying.. He truly is.. He’s putting in his best effort.. But his mother didn’t raise him right and he sure as hell is worried that he’ll make a slight mistake in parenting.. Even if the ordeal is fake.. He is 100% inclined to pretend this is in fact real? Why because that monstrosity of a child looks like the both of you and takes after him mostly and that is creepily burdening, almost like Crowley planned this thoughtfully like a well planned, carefully coordinated villain but that cant be it because he slacks in every other fucking field there is. (And Riddle also wants an A) 

Ever had a nagging housewife of your own? No.. well be prepared to have one, because Riddle expects you to get off that high couch and get your fine ass down on the carpet, you both shall dedicate all your time to the baby that obviously took a lot out of him, like imagine waking up and getting handed your child first thing in the morning? Truly the gift of life is so unbearable. WHY ARE YOU STILL ON THE COUCH.

‘Y/n L/n if you do not come out of the goddamn bathroom and join us for this fucking playdate, I will destroy your fucking phone — sincerely Riddle’

Most definitely sends you paragraphs and paragraphs worth of texts and etc, starts acting like a nagging husband. You can’t even tell what's real or not anymore, bro you have to leave your friends with a “I gotta check on my wife” type of goodbye. (He’s not as controlling as he sounds I swear, you both are having fun but he can be.. extra.)

. TREY CLOVER ; Trey and you had actually recently started acting on both your feelings, not necessarily confessed but the two of you were definitely having this flirting session. Like edging into dating but you both haven’t really decided to make things official yet. And as of current times, Trey was giving you some freshly baked cookies catered to your tastes. He loves expressing his feelings through baked goods, giving you sweets, etc as a means to express himself.. And it was at this moment did Crowley end up announcing his stupid bogus plan and idea.. That he most definitely was serious about.

Trey had always given a responsible vibe to you, he just had this aura that radiated.. well.. you couldn't explain it. But you were quite sure that he'd be good with kids... and you were right. Though he did look kind of nervous and worried, he pulled through quite quickly though. He carried the child with shaky arms, and you could swear he was glaring daggers into Crowley. 

The entire class was filled with baby noises and a bunch load of struggling teenage men's voices. It was a funny sight to any normal civilian, and it would be to you too.. If you weren’t suffering the same fate as all the boys in the class. Trey thankfully got a clean pacifier and shut the thing up..

. CATER DIAMOND ; Cater was well.. Um shocked? Taken aback.. Conflicted.. It was hard to tell.. He seemed to have been going through what appears to be the five stages of literal grief in front of you as if it was normal. You were grateful Crowley handed the ‘thing’ to you and not Cater because you doubt in his state, he’d be able to carry the child let alone take care of it.

The three of you were in Cater’s room, and the child sucked on its pacifier as you sat on the edge of the bed; with the kid on your lap, witnessing Cater’s emotional breakdown live. 

“I’m not ready for kids.. I can’t even take care of myself.. nOw KiDs?!/1!/1/!?1//1//1/??!” he babbled on and on, with light curses, and more. 

You raised your hand and explained “Cater you do know.. That this is a project right?” 

“WHEN DID YOU TWO GET HERE?”

. EPEL FELMIER ; Surprisingly skilled in taking care of the little girl you both were given to by the demon that is Crowley, having mainly female figures in his life has presented Epel with outstanding qualities in taking care of children. It was a shocker really, how he was so considerate and able to tell what the child needed. Contrary to his act and front of being manly and his need to prove himself at any given moment, Epel could be so utterly soft and adorable when it came to children. It also didn’t help that the kid looked exactly like a mixture of you both. 

Epel actually shared multiple stories about his time back home, how some of his grandmother's friends would come over and let him babysit their nephews, children, or even grandchildren. They claimed that he had excellent skills when it came to taking care of children, they also teased him alot, claiming that he’d make a great husband in the future. (But he’ll leave that part out in the stories) 

The stories truly explained why he seemed to be so great at taking care of kids. He even taught you some tricks and tricks on how to calm down a kid, some things that maybe you didn’t even know— which made everything all the more interesting. 

“I say we name her Applejack”

“We changed her diaper—gave her food, hell we even read stories and played with her.. Why isn’t she sleeping!” you exclaimed, exceptionally tired as your 5am alarm to check on the baby went off. You sighed, leaning into the armchair on your third cup of coffee that night, this experience is making you dread the idea of kids as a whole.. Why were they so difficult? “Did you give her her pacifier? Also stop drinking coffee dear, have water instead” Epel hands you a cup of water, as you let out a dramatic sigh and then you went on to explain how she keeps on spitting out her pacifier. 

“Let me try; you go and get some rest… you could use it.. !”

. VIL SCHOENHEIT ; Vil Schoenheit was the partner that Crowley had chosen for you, for what reason.. you do not want to know. All you know is that Crewel was yelling at him afterwards, and you only presume he was against the idea just as much as you.. Vil was smart.. But god forbid you work in a group project with the housewarden of Pomefiore.. And unlike before.. This time it was only the two of you.. With an unknown third party who is a literal child. 

I mean— you predicted this much.. Vil had flawless skills in almost everything you’ve so far seen him doing.. Well except that tiny winy (penis) small little conflict with Neige. Thankfully, no problems have so far appeared (in deez nuts) while the two of you were parenting.. And raising.. This.. ‘thing’... you both didn’t name it, and Vil kept calling it little potato. 

You swear Vil was being ultra sus with his lowkey perfect parenting but then he truly came undone (do you get it.. But like… do you get it?) and you for realzies found him tot’s bragging and flexing to a very tired Epel and Rook about his kid. Which is lowkey for realzies not his kid, but you know.

. ROOK HUNT ; It was your first time witnessing Rook actually grow nervous, and at Crowley's announcement no less… Were you expecting anything out of the ordinary today? Not really.. But where Crowley exists there can never be peace. But it was slightly worth it though, watching Rook have an internal meltdown as he held the ‘fake’ child with care. 

It was hilarious, he was stunned, his month hung open and his face was basically a reenactment of: ‘0’, except he was sweating a shit ton as well.. “Rook, do you need me to take the child for now?” Rook immediately snapped out of his trance on queue as he turned away from you. 

Rook, despite being beyond confused and struggling a shit ton to present himself as a normal parent, refused to let you take any of the major workload. It was sweet, but on the first day you vividly remember wearing a suit and greeting the literal baby as if it was a job interview, like “Yes I’ve come to addition for the role of your father little fake ‘child’”

To be honest you weren't quite sure if you could trust him to be in charge of the child..

. AZUL ASHENGROTTO ; Crowley handed the little infant to Azul… Azul. He’s panicking, he’s nervous; his hands get sweaty and shaky, he’s not used to carrying children.. or more so babies.. even if they’re fake.. ‘It’ still behaves and acts like a child, and not to mention how it looks like the carbon copy of you two, is Crowley trying to traumatize the whole of NRC? ‘Well ‘it's’ quite adorable’. 

You quickly and carefully remove the child from Azuls arms, refusing to give it back to him till he’s completely calmed down, he seems rather… taken aback by the entire thing.. Which rightfully so, imagine your headmaster just randomly handing you a child which he claims is fake, that looks and behaves like your partner? It would’ve traumatized anyone really, you’ve just grown rather immune to Crowley’s bullshit. 

Azul was surprisingly good at taking care of the child when needed, he was well coordinated and thoughtful.. He was very responsible and quickly memorized the necessary rules and actions he must do as a child caretaker, you were quite weirded out by the sheer dedication he had.. But Azul is quite the overachiever so it came as no surprise to you. 

The three of you would huddle together and play games with the child in the evening and then read story books together at night, it was fun.. And you even enjoyed your time with the housewarden, his effort was well appreciated as he handled all your little sea shell’s temper tantrums and meltdowns well. You didn’t have to put much of an effort, really. But you did regardless, since.. Well, the child looked so like you it would be weird not too.. It just felt wrong. 

Before you knew it, you two started acting like a divorce couple (Who obviously are still in love) trying to impress their kids and gain more attention from the other. (Floyd wins this game, he keeps stealing you kid.)

. JADE LEECH ; Jade was amused by Crowley's assignment. Questions as to how Crowley had gotten his hands on so many con children that could perfectly impersonate two different students filled his head; while you remained purely horrified by the fact of partnering up with Jade… ‘Does he even know how to manage a child?.. probably…? I mean Floyd most definitely didn’t live on his own.. He would have probably been in jail if he was living alone’

Contrary to your worries Jade had presented himself as a great help to you, he offered to bring the materials you required and more. He even helped set up his dorm room to be more baby proof, and though Floyd’s visits did often bother you and kid… he worked out solutions and helped everything stay in order. 

Hell he even tried recommending a lot of family games and etc, though you had to most graciously decline his offer for a family hiking trip… for mushrooms… (You also had to decline his offer for mushroom flavored baby food)

. FLOYD LEECH ; Floyd surprisingly was very calm.. I mean the two of you were paired not because Crowley chose so, he just grabbed you and your poor fate was decided.. And then the process of manufacturing the realistic dolls went on for a week, you were 100% sure it wasn’t dolls but in fact real babies with dyed hair or a spell on them of sorts, and Crowley just spent the week planning a heist to kidnap the babies. 

Floyd was a surprisingly good parent, not perfect by any means but only Crowley would imagine that a fancy Schmancy college filled with (mostly) privileged wealthy boys would be able to take care of a bunch of kids (Newborn/infants at that).. Hell you heard some rumors that some people got twins and even quadruplets.. (Which added to your baby heist theory)  

Floyd held the bottle to the little eel’s mouth and watched the ‘thing’ drink (you two haven’t gotten a name for it, so you both just call it little eel or eely), while carefully listening to your baby heist theory; providing nods and a bunch of “uh huhs” and “mhms” in response, as you went in tremendous detail with your little white board. 

Also Floyd most definitely flexes his little demon to Jade and disturbs his time with his kid, “Look at my kid, it’s so incredible” energy.(Soccer mom but dad version vibes)

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[jadedrrose]

( Im 18) imagine Law being a virgin and cuming untouched after a make out session him resting his head in the crook of your neck trying to catch his breath and being flushed and embarrassed

I LIKE THIS IDEA….. this is so nasty, but with Law I just… find it so hot when fics have him cum untouched 😳 I don’t even know why lol. Also I’m 99% sure this is gender neutral reader, like I don’t think I even described body parts for the reader. Anyway, here you go:

Despite having been with your boyfriend for months, almost a full year now, the two of you had never gone further than innocent kisses. Law was shy when it came to intimacy, and you respected that about him. If he wanted to take things super slow, you would do it for him. You were already devoted to him as he was your captain, anyway.

Tonight though, things ended up getting heavier.

He was in his desk chair, working on random medical papers when you’d made the bold move of sitting in his lap. “I’m bored,” you huffed, kissing his cheek.

“And I’m busy,” Law responded.

“Just kiss me? Please? I’ll only take up five minutes of your time, okay?” You pleased with a cute pout.

Law rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

You placed one hand on his head, your fingers sliding under his hat to play with his messy raven hair. Law’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug. Closing your eyes, your faces inched closer to each other’s, Law’s heart rate picking up from the close proximity. Even now, he wasn’t used to it. Especially when you were sitting in his lap, like this.

Feeling your warm breath on his lips, he swiped his tongue over his own before closing the space between the two of you. Your lips locked onto his, creating a sensual environment in the room.

Something about this kiss was different, though. You seemed to want something more, by the way your hand tangled further into his hair, the other one holding the side of his face lovingly.

Law gasped as you deepened the kiss, swiping your tongue over his lips. When he’d gasped, his lips had parted just enough for you to slide your tongue inside. Law didn’t know what it was, but feeling your tongue against his own felt so… hot, heavy.

There was a fire within his body, and it burned more and more as you kept kissing him, eventually turning what started as an innocent, playful kiss into a full blown heavy make out.

You moaned into his mouth, suddenly, and Law felt a twitching within his jeans, which had began feeling very restraining out of seemingly nowhere. They were too tight, constricting his hardening length as he began to realize; Law was very turned on by the way you kissed him tonight.

He panicked as he felt your hips roll forward, creating friction as you unknowingly rubbed his clothed cock. You were too lost in kissing Law, too hooked on the feeling of his tongue in your mouth to even notice the bulge forming beneath you.

Not wanting to break the kiss, Law kept his mouth on yours, even if he was starting to feel light-headed. It was too good of a feeling, and he didn’t want to lose it. Though through that, he didn’t know what to do with the tent in his jeans. He was still a virgin, and definitely didn’t expect his first time to happen like this. If anything, he wanted to be in his bed, relaxed instead of tense in his chair. So, he decided to not act on the aching in his cock.

But your kiss felt too good, your warm mouth practically melting into his. If you continued on with this, he’d end up… embarrassing himself.

You moaned again, barely breaking the kiss to whisper, “Law… you’re okay with this, right?”

Feeling your lips brush against his as you spoke, he ended up whimpering. “Y-yeah, please… don’t stop, y/n.”

Smirking, you dove back in for another kiss, practically shoving your tongue down his throat. His tongue ran along your teeth, before finding your tongue as he began sucking on it. He couldn’t control himself anymore, he was acting on pure instinct now.

Wet, smacking noises echoed throughout the office as your open mouthed kisses continued on, both of you whining and moaning into each other’s mouths, Law swallowing each one with immense pleasure. Just a little more, and he’d…

“Ah-agh, fuck,” he moaned, pulling away hastily before burying his face into your neck. Law’s hips bucked upward, his body shaking as he started cumming, staining his jeans with his hot seed.

You could feel the wet spot on your thigh, and your eyes widened in surprise. Was he that turned on? From a simple kiss?

“Law, baby- did you just… cum?”

His face wouldn’t leave your neck, his arms squeezing you tightly as he poorly hid himself out of embarrassment. He nodded against you, unable to respond from how shy he suddenly felt. “I’m s-sorry,” he mumbled into your skin.

You began to stroke his back, realizing how tense he was. “It’s okay… Law, I’m not mad. If anything… I- I’m turned on,” the last part of your sentence coming out as a whine.

Law panted into your neck, trying to recompose himself before facing you again. But how could he? There was literal cum pooled into his pants. And now you were turned on by it? How was he suppose to go about this situation?

“Wh-what am I supposed to do?” He choked out, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” you suggested in a sweet, intoxicating tone.

It made Law hard all over again.

[ryuv1i]

Hi Ryuvii! Just wondering if i can request for Kid x timid s/o? For example reader would wake Kid up in the middle of the night just to ask him to accompany them to the bathroom etc 😭 Thank you in advance!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM GONNA KISS YOU TO BED TONIGHT!!!!

(editor Ryuvii here…checking the fic for mistakes after writing it…I’m so very sorry for this….😨 don’t think badly of me I was just excited cuz I love the confident x timid troupe)

HERE WE GO PEOPLE!!!

Eustass Kid x Timid Reader!!

(the reader is gonna be gender neutral because the person who requested this didn’t specify the gender, please do from now on, if you want fem or gn. But if you ask for a masc reader that would be extremely difficult for my ass cuz despite the fact that I read a lot of mlm I CANT write mlm fics…)

Normal AU.

How did you even end up with such a man? Nobody knows…you, Y/N are a significantly timid person, always stumbling over your words, speaking in a quiet tone almost 99% of the time, a scaredy-cat but how Kid calls you…a pussy…some people would call you Fluttershy…but worse. Jeez you can’t order or buy stuff by yourself. Yet you’re dating one of the most confident, loud and violent man to ever walk the planet.

One night you were sleeping next to your lover, snuggled up in his arm(s?) the soft blanket covering the both of you, when you suddenly awakened, you had to go to the bathroom, no problem! Just shuffle out of Kid’s arms and go to the bathroom that was connected to your shared room…problem…the plumbing system to this bathroom got damaged during one of your last encounters with marines so you had to use…the common bathroom…which was in the women’s and men’s common area..which meant you had to go down a long dark hallway….exit onto the dark deck and make your way there alone. in the dark.

They slowly sat up and looked down at Kid sleeping peacefully next to them with his hair slightly covering his (FUCKING MASSIVE) forehead and eyes. They raised their eyes towards the door to the hallway and a chill ran down their spine…”I-I’ll j-just hold it till morning…y-yeah…I’ll be fine…” They thought to themselves and laid back down…

5 minutes later…

“I-I can do this…N-nothing’s gonna happen…I-I’m safe…” They thought to themselves again as they stared at the dark long hallway leading into eternal darkness..they took a deep breath…and took a step out of the room… CREEK and they ran back to bed next to Kid…a floor board creaked…Kid surprisingly remained asleep during all this… They looked down at Kid again…and thought if they should wake him or not.. “He’ll laugh at me, he’ll get mad at me!! He’ll make fun of me forever…” Their minds were flooding with though but they pushed them aside…and slowly shook Kid’s shoulder… “Kid..? Wake up…p-please…?” They spoke in their usual quiet and shushed voice..but that was enough for Kid to wake up…he opened one eye half way and looked up at them. “The fucks’ goin’ on? What ye’ want?” He said in a raspy deep voice as he groggily sat up and yawned. He stared at them for a few seconds before speaking a tad bit louder. “Now ye’ woke me up! Spit it out!” He said with a irritated look on his face. Y/N slightly blushed and lowered their gaze a bit..they looked down at their lap. “c-c-can y-you…c-can you…a-accompany m-me to…t-the-the bathroom…?” They said quietly…Kid sighed then raised his voice a bit more “Oh come on! I ain’t gon’ hear ya’ if your goin’ to squeak like a mouse!!” He grabbed their chin with his flesh hand and raised it up a bit so they can look at him while they speak. “………..C-Can you a-accompany m-me to the-the…b-bathroom…?”

Silence~ He pulled his hand away from their chin and rubbed his eyes. “God fucking damnit…fine get your ass up.” he pulled the blanket off his lap and got up followed by Y/N…they grabbed onto his arm and walked right by him as they went down the hallway and walked out onto the deck and entered the quarters for the rest of the crew…they made it to the bathroom… “Want me to hold ya’ hand while your pissin’ too?” he stared down at them blankly “N-No! I-I’ll be fine…t-thank you…” They went inside the bathroom and closed the door…Kid sat on the floor against the wall by the door and waited…while waiting a cabin boy walked out of the men’s sleeping quarters and stared at Kid confused… “Captain what are you do——?“ The boy tried to talk before being cut off by Kid. “Shut the fuck up and get back in that room.” He barked at the boy “Bu——“ “GET.” Kid cut off the boy again and that was enough to make the cabin boy rush back into the room.

a few minutes later Y/N walked out of the room and Kid got up. “Let’s fuckin’ go. Make sure the floor boards don’t eat ya’..” he teased…after they made it back to the cabin he collapsed onto the bed…they got in next to him and got comfortable under the covers. “I gotta fix those fuckin’ pipes.”

Hello! Editor Ryuvii here. Sorry if it’s full of mistakes and short I’m writing this at 11 pm at night after I’ve had the worst math exam ever that I’m 99% sure I 100% failed. Thank you all for the likes on my last post! And my requests are always open tho updates may come slow. Yesterday and today I’ve had some extremely hard exams so I’m sorry. Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy this little shit my collapsed brain could come up with…

[artistsfuneral]

part 18

"What really happened to me?" Geralt asks, his voice so deliberately neutral it makes Jaskier sick. Black dots dance across his field of vision. It's getting harder to breathe.

"You asked me to do it. And I didn't want to, of course I didn't want to,” he gasps, “but you told me you'd be fine- You promised- Geralt, you promi-” Jaskier's head falls to the side and hits the ground.

You see, the bard muses, the funny thing about time traveling is that it is very similar to passing out. Jumping through time is as easy as falling unconscious – you don't really have to think about it to do so and the more often it happens the better you get at not hitting your head. The catch though – because even if you're not literally caught there's always a catch, isn't it – is that no matter how many times it happens to you, waking up is always incredibly disorienting. So Jaskier can't really be blamed when he wakes up with his head in Geralt's lap and for a moment thinks that everything is alright again, that they're on the Path, camping somewhere out in the woods waiting for Ciri to join them.

Reality has never been that forgiving, so when the familiar wooziness leaves him it takes Jaskier's wishes and dreams with it. He gratefully accepts the waterskin that Geralt hands him after helping him sit up again and drains it in one go, before solemnly apologizing for passing out on the witcher mid conversation. Geralt doesn't say much at first, but Jaskier can see that there's a lot on the witcher's mind.

The silence between them is uncomfortably heavy and Jaskier can't stand it. Just as he's about to open his mouth Geralt finds his voice again. “It was blood magic.”

Their eyes meet. Geralt's golden orbs dark, almost angry and Jaskier's blue full of surprise. He remembered more. “It was a trap,” Jaskier fills the space in Geralt's thoughts. “The sorcerer was already dead, but Ciri wanted us to look for an artifact she needed. We- We thought it was safe. Good riddance, the place was already dusted over!”

“It made us careless,” Geralt adds, looking lost in his thoughts.

“It was my fault,” Jaskier says, full of anger. “I activated the curse, because I wasn't paying attention, but you-” His eyes met Geralt's again and he shook of anger and despair. “You told me not to worry! You told me you knew what you were doing, that I just had to trust you! And I did, I bloody fucking did because the walls were caving in around us and I was so fucking scared we wouldn't make it this time and I thought I would be fine with it, I thought if I died by your side it would be alright, but I just couldn't stop thinking about Ciri, about Yennefer, about your brothers, our family waiting for us to come home just to be frightened more and more every day we didn't show and I-” He gasps, ringing for breath as his body continues to shake uncontrollably.

“I stabbed you, Geralt. I put a knife through your chest, because you promised me it'd be fine. And I believed you, because you are the love of my life and I trust you to keep us safe.”

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Preliminary Poll

Damian Wayne

Submission reason:

pretty much all the bats get screwed over but I think damian deserves it the most since he constantly gets character development before canon sets him back to Feral Murder Child with no Empathy and no Friends despite the fact that his most popular runs are where he learns empathy and redemption (son of batman) and where he gets to be a child (super sons) theres also the potential racism that comes from it sinces hes half asian but were not getting into that rn bonus is that all his friends get screwed over as they either get Erased from canon (Collin Wilkes, Maya Ducard) stuck in limbo (maps mizoguchi, tho a lot of us think she'll be the next robin so this may not be true for long) or they decide to break off the relationship because writers think that's ✨️interesting✨️(Jon Kent, the teen titans) tldr: writers write him as feral and evil even though he's shown plenty of times he's not and it even screws his friends over too

so the first thing you have to understand about damian is that he was raised by assassins. the second thing is that hes vegan. hes a very kind and caring and half-arab boy! and yet the only thing 99% of dc authors do for him is write him being mean to tim. and they wont let damian be "the" robin because tim has to be "the" robin despite damian being better at being robin. also they keep drawing damian as white despite him being. yknow. half-arab. they keep blaming him being evil on his Evil Arab Mom despite him 1 not being evil and 2 his mom being the one who for like 40-50 years kept telling her assassin dad to stop doing assassinations.

Propaganda:

homeboy has the dc editorial curse

[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

what are your hopes for the final episode?

Gonna go by character I guess

Kendall- Kendall has always been a favourite of mine, I have liked him less this season, that’s not me saying he’s been OC or anything, I just think it’s his natural progression now he hasn’t got the moral of high ground over his father. He is becoming his father, he is the epitome of “the cycle” some people think Shiv is most like Logan, some even think Roman is, but to me it’s Kendall, and always has been, and it’s even more evident this season. When Ewan said that he and Logan had a meagreness about them, but the the difference between them is that Ewan tries to be moral, whereas at some point Logan stopped trying. Meaning that once upon a time Logan was a better man, which I think can be somewhat backed up by Connor the eldest being somewhat softer then the rest, perhaps Logan was not as brutal with him, if somewhat absent because of his obsession with his career (remind you of anyone) and then 15-25 odd years later his youngest son is physically beaten by him. I think when Ewan made that “he stopped trying” statement about Logan, the audience was supposed to think about Kendall. Despite his faults Kendall has shown genuine empathy multiple times throughout first 3 seasons and yet in season 4 he grows more and more cold as he literally tries to become his father. So the natural conclusion to this is that he becomes CEO but he is deeply unhappy and his soul is basically ruined and his whole family inevitably hating him. That would be a sad ending for Kendall fans, but it’s honestly hard to imagine another one for him, other then perhaps suicide, which I think is a possibility. So out of those to options I’d guess I’ll say CEO? I don’t know, the other potential CEO that I think could happen is maybe Tom, which would not great for him in the long run either but ultimately not as thematically tragic.

Roman- I honestly have no idea what Roman’s end game could be, I’m not even sure what I would want for him, that probably has something to do with the fact that he has never been one of my favourites, yet I do feel empathy for his character, Logan abused all his children, yet Roman was the only one he physically abused, to be singled out like that must be traumatising. I think he is slightly more likely to get a somewhat happier ending then Kendall (idk why I just feel it in my waters) and yeah he’s not my favourite but I don’t hate him, so I’ll be fine with him getting a neutral ending, perhaps working at Waystar (not CEO) and befriending Gerri once again?

Shiv: I am 99% sure that Shiv will not be CEO “American” or otherwise, I think pretty much all the other mains (aside from Connor) have more of a chance becoming CEO. This is not because I’m secretly a internal misogynist, neither do I think she will not become CEO because of her “Lack of experience” No the reason I think she has no chance is because of how the last episode ended Lucas telling her he can make the “American CEO work” was basically a neon sign saying “Matsson may be able to get an American CEO to work but it sure as fuck won’t be Shiv” that’s just how narrative convention works. Matsson is shady as fuck and it’s been kind of obvious that he’s been playing Shiv the whole time, she is aware of this and she has been playing him too, but she is only aware to an extent because when her mind is so close to the prize, I think she gets a little carried away. It fluctuates but at the moment Shiv is my second favourite character, and what I want for her professionally is what I’ve wanted for her since I watched season 2 and that’s to go back into politics. Connor has always been a bit of a scrounger (I love him though) and Ken and Roman of course have always been in the family business. Shiv was the only one to make a career for herself (yes she had a huge amount of privilege to help her build that career) but still she had a career that was hers not her fathers, not only that but she was a democrat, while her father has a hugely intimidating and influential presence in the conservative landscape, I never see anyone talk about how brave that was (even if it was somewhat to spite him lol) and yet after years of apparent resistance Logan managed to reel her back in, and we saw she was as desperate for his approval as her brothers were. The scene where Logan persuaded her to take her picture with Menken is one of the most devastating in the show imo, she was so reluctant but she did so for a promise of Waystar and Logan’s approval. She clearly had some passion for working in politics and she appeared to enjoy her job. This hope for her is fruitless though because it is the last episode of the last season so in terms of profession, my hope for Shiv would be that she ends up at Pierce, or perhaps goes into business with Roman (could they maybe work better together without Kendall, maybe it would be a disaster idk) I think there is more of a chance that Shiv gets out then there is for her brothers (she actually knows there is life outside of Waystar from 10+ years of a different career) also as she is my favourite of the siblings she is the one I want to escape the most, as I think working at Waystar (living in the haunted house) will end in misery for any of the siblings and I do want Shiv to be somewhat happy. In terms of personal I want Tom and Shiv to officially end it (although I think that’s unlikely this point) I’m not even talking from a Tomgreg perspective, Tom and Shiv clearly make each other miserable (I do believe they do love each other though) and I know them being miserable together is part of the appeal for a lot of people (hand in unloveable hand and all) but I would personally like them to put themselves out of their misery for good (honestly it would be better for their child as well) Speaking of the baby, I do not want to speak of it much because it is basically pointless as a plotline as we’ll never actually get to see the thing (unless they flash forward Harry Potter style “Logan Roman Nate Wambsgans you were named after the biggest sicko I’ve ever known”) I am not someone who was dead set against Shiv getting pregnant (in fact I thought it was a real possibility with some of the hints we got in season 3) but upon finding out that Jesse added it in last minute, it only makes me think the whole plotline is rushed and pointless and if the whole point of it is to bring Tom and Shiv back together, then dear god 🙄

Connor and Willa- These two’s married life seems to be going well (Yay I love Conwilla) and I think it is highly unlikely that they will randomly implode in the last episode, if they do, Jesse, I will Annie Wilkes your ass (For legal reasons this is a joke) but as the last episode is going to be very Waystar centric, Conwilla will probably be minimal, my main hope for them in the final is they get more screen time then I expect and that I am presently surprised, and that they are happy. Career wise it would be nice to hear how Willa’s playwriting is going, and I honestly don’t have a preference whether Connor is going to remain in politics or go back to “ranching” whatever tickles his pickle. What I would like for Connor though is a little, just smidge of affection from the sibs. GIVE US A SIBLING HUG WITH ALL 4 SIBLINGS YOU COWARDS! I know that the sibs care for Connor in their own way, but he doesn’t (he literally said no one loves him and none of them bothered correct him) Not to bring up the Tomshiv babby again but I can’t believe Matsson heard about it before brodad 🤮 the injustice. Please let at least one of the sibs have sweet moment with him. Please 🙏

Tom and Greg- Saving the best till last baby! I do genuinely want the gay art gallery date (real ones know) it is possible if somewhat unlikely. Other then that I do not expect Tomgreg to go canon but I would like them to have a decent amount of screen time (like proportionally the same as episode 8 which would be more screen time then episode 8 because episode 10 is 1/3 longer then episode 8, if I’m making sense) dream would be to have proportionally the same amount of screen time as episode 1 but that is unrealistic (episode 1 felt about 40% lmao). I would obviously like them to end on good terms, and I want them to be working together! I think Tom is a genuine possibility for “American CEO” he has experience, and Lukas may just do it to fuck with the Roy siblings. Matsson seems to genuinely like Greg but even he wouldn’t make someone like Greg CEO, under qualified is an understatement, the markets would freak, but maybe he would settle for Tom instead, maybe Greg persuades Matsson to name Tom (that would be the dream) I do think being CEO of Waystar inevitably leads to misery for anyone who becomes it (to quote Gerri “the job that makes your brain explode”) but like I said it’s not as tragic with Tom, because he won’t have the corpse of his abusive dead father breathing down his neck. Ultimately I would like Tom and Greg to be somewhat ok and working together and remain besties, wouldn’t mind Tom becoming CEO but idrc. If I’m being realistic I think Tom could end things in a really bad place unemployed? Publicly shamed? Getting arrested for cruises?? Lmao the last one is unlikely but not impossible, but I don’t want any of those things to happen, because he’s my favourite character and I don’t want him to be completely miserable, but I can deal with somewhat miserable, he kind of deserves it. With Greg I think he is the most likely out of the main characters to end up in a good place career wise (although again not CEO lmao) but it means nothing to me if he is in a good place career wise but estranged from Tom, so yeah Tomgreg to remain besties is really what I want for them the most (cheesy I know) a little bit of homoeroticism wouldn’t hurt either but I refuse to get my hopes up.

It just occurred to me while writing this that I said I wouldn’t mind if Tom became CEO but that I also said if Kendall doesn’t become CEO he’ll die! That is perhaps a bit extreme. But what I’m saying is that I think that out of all the characters Kendall is the most doomed by the narrative and will have a tragic ending no matter what, and hoping that he doesn’t his somewhat pointless, the only good thing that I can bring myself to hope for Kendall, is that his relationship with his siblings isn’t completely destroyed by the end of the series and that they are still on speaking terms.

[legacyshenanigans]

Hi, would you be able to write more male or gender neutral bits in the future for your non female fans?

I want to start this by saying that I appreciate you and anyone else who follows me who identifies as he/him - They/them for being here, even though in most of my work I use she/her for MC 💖 and you wish to unfollow me after reading this, that's fine too.

(I also apologise for how much I'm probably about to drone on with what I'm about to say I just want to be clear and speak my mind on this, I mean no disrespect, and my aim is not upset anyone)

I'll be totally honest, if I was personally sent an ask (that I liked the sound of and fancied doing) and the person specifically asked for a maleMC or a GN one, I probs would yeah, however, when I just do my drabbles for myself and post them, I mainly use she/her, just because I find it easier for myself (being female) to use those pronouns in my writing, it's not against anyone else, it's just my personal preference, especially, as I said, when it's just written by me and not asked for.

As an add on, just to make a point (not aiming this at you OP just using your ask to get this out) I also often find it difficult with certain plot aspects within asks when people are not totally clear when it comes to GN, for example, I have had a smut ask before where they asked me to use GN pronouns, without telling me what kind of body I'm working with, I can't write a full blown smut fic without knowing what anatomy im suppose to be writing about😅

But yeah, what I will be clear about is that when I'm sharing my silly little drabbles with people, in my own space, and it's not asked for, 99% of time, I will be using she/her pronouns.

I truly am sorry if that upset anyone. But this is my personal space, and I just wanted to be honest.

💚

[deer-knight]

hi! this is the same anon from a couple days ago asking about advice for coming out as nonbinary. Thank you so much for your thoughtful response. I was wondering if I could elaborate and get your opinion (though no worries if not!)

My biggest worry is that I’ll change my mind. I’ve been trying to figure out the gender thing for two and a half years and I’d like people to call me different pronouns now, but 90% of people where I live would need to be coached through “there are more than two genders,” let alone “identity is weird and confusing and labels change all the time” and “lesbians and Gender is a whole complicated thing.” I know changing your mind is fine in the queer community but most people I know irl aren’t anywhere near there yet, and dealing with them (even if they’re well-intentioned) in that scenario sounds exhausting.

Again, thank you for your time (and your fantastic blog!) and I hope you have a wonderful day <3

hello dear anon!

i am glad that you know that changing your mind is fine. and you know, you can preface that in your coming out if you think it'd help. a simple explanation of "i'm trying something out. it may not stay but i'd appreciate if you could help me out by referring to me this way."

i was in the same boat when i lived with my parents, regarding the kind of people there were in the community i grew up in. as nobody even talked about queer folks there, i didn't get any exposure to such concepts til i was at uni, where i discovered a lot about my own queerness and met folks like myself.

trying to educate folks who don't talk about, don't know about, or don't "agree" with gender queerness is exhausting. there is unfortunately no way around that. i still have to do that whenever i meet a new group of people. but what makes a big difference for me is having friends who are willing to do some of that explanation for me. even if you have just one person who commits to correcting people on pronouns, it removes a huge amount of pressure to always be on guard about that stuff. at SCA events (where a lot of the folks there are older and still pretty new to the idea of gender queerness and neutral pronouns) i have some friends i go with who i know will correct and explain to people whether i'm there to hear them or not, and that makes all the difference for me.

so, yes, it's exhausting. 99% of the time i don't bother correcting people i don't expect to have to talk to much. i might decide at a certain point that we talk enough that i want to correct them, and then i'll do that. it's a personal call at what level (or if at all) you want to start explaining and correcting because yeah. i'm tired.

but for the people who really care about and respect you - they will put in the effort. they will take the time to practice and correct themselves and whenever i see that it warms me so much. people do care.

for some folks it's an easy switch because they're familiar and with it, but for the folks where it's difficult but they try so hard anyway because they love and respect you - you've changed that person's life. you're the one to shift their perspective. you've broadened their understanding of people and the world, all through a lens of showing love and care and respect. and that's beautiful, y'know?

i wish you all good things, dear anon. experiment in whatever way feels good and safe for you. you are so important to the nonbinary community and i love all the soul searching you've done to get here. <3 all love to you!

&

[crystalelemental]

Alright, first run of the League is completed in the Platinum run. First try clear, too, so that's fun.

Despite my excitement for it, Wormadam is kinda shit. The main problem is its quad weaknesses to Flying and Fire, which just eviscerate the poor creature. It occasionally gets some good hits in, but more often than not it's just...incapable of seriously threatening. Even neutral hits from Lucian's Psychic attacks tended to deal a lot more damage than you'd want to take on it. It's just a really rough time for the poor creature.

By contrast, Gastrodon, who I expected to be kinda dead weight overall, wound up being hugely important against Bertha and Flint. Turns out, Water coverage is all you need, and when you're not weak to Ground and actually resist Fire, you've got them where you want them. Flint's only response tends to be Solarbeam, so Gastrodon can just...switch out. It's incredibly effective, and the best response to Lucario.

Lickilicky didn't get to do quite as much as I'd wanted. It's a bit of a shame, because it didn't exactly do badly, just not as strongly as I'd hoped it would. It at least helped clear out Flint.

Houndoom was an absolute failure in like 99% of situations. It's so bad. But then...Cynthia's fight. Spiritomb can't seriously threaten it at all, so it set up Sunny Day, crit it to death in one Flamethrower, and can 2HKO Milotic with Solarbeam. Which was...incredibly unexpected with how badly life went for it before.

Alakazam was...fine? I didn't feel super impressed with it overall, but it's a good finisher with the speed tier and raw power. Though man, as our last real defense against Cynthia's Togekiss and Roserade, it not being able to 2HKO Togekiss was dire.

Glaceon was really good. Could've been the one to sweep Bertha, I think, and actually did participate in taking down Aaron and Flint. Yes, Flint. Water Pulse. Hidden Power Ground was great against Drapion too. Glaceon's Shadow Ball also got some play on Lucian, before Bronzong came in to wall. And of course, tanked Garchomp's Earthquake and OHKOs in response with Ice Beam, like a champion. Only missed Togekiss KO by like one point, sadly. She was faster, too, it should've been the sweep. So sad...

Going into postgame, likely going to keep the team as-is. Heatran might, MIGHT, take over for Houndoom. But I'm no longer as invested in the idea. Houndoom actually did pretty okay for what I wanted out of it. Might finally give it Dark Pulse. Wormadam, however, is kinda...dead weight at this point. I'm legitimately considering last-second swapping to Beautifly. Wormadam is just...so disappointing, to be frank. I had tremendously high hopes, and for a lot of gyms it did pretty well, but the E4 killed us. I just don't know if I want to put in the kind of investment to catch a Beautifly up.

[demirose-colored-glasses]

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➳ I'm Ro. I'm in my late 20s. Please don't gender me. I'm a queer enigma. They/Them works just fine.

➳ My page looks better on desktop and I can't follow back, this is a side blog. I will interact though.

➳ I'm Demiromantic, for me this means that I can't feel romantic attraction towards people unless I have a close emotional bond with them, for me that's friendship/a platonic bond. Hence the joke in my title. (This doesn't mean I am attracted to all my friends, just that I can't feel romantic attraction to people I'm not close with.)

➳ Current hyperfixations/special interests: (most active in bold) Psych (coming back from childhoood), Glee, Stardew Valley, The Summer I Turned Pretty (I love all these characters and they can be as petty and messy as they'd like.), Arrowverse, Harry Potter (I do not support JKR and I fully acknowledge that the goblins are antisemitic, nagini and cho chang are offensive, and that her treatment of indigenous cultures is unacceptable)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer (I'm late I'm sorry)

➳ Flag in banner/background is the demiromantic flag color picked from The Summer I Turned Pretty cover.

➶ I post Demiromantic and other aspec headcanons. Mostly focus on demiromantic/demisexual though. These may be hot takes, and are strictly through the lens of my own experience and you don't have to agree, in fact I vibe with canon or whatever headcanons you may have.

➶ Feel free to send asks and interact in any way possible.

➶ I'll also make icons or color picked flags at some point if people want them. There aren't very many demiromantic headcanons.

➶ reblogging an edit or a fic doesn't mean I ship the ship, I just support Fandom creators. So if you see me saying I don't ship something, then you see it in my reblogs, I'm just supporting Fandom creators.

➵ Allies, non-queer, and people uneducated on queerness are obviously welcome, this is not, nor will it ever be a queer-only space. Despite this you MUST be able to understand that is a queer amatopunk space. It rejects amatonormativity. This means that despite loving the romance genre and experiencing some romantic attraction I will be critical of amatonormativity and allonormativity.

➵I am neutral on RPF most of the time but have zero interest and will not reblog it.

➵ I am neutral on "bad" fandom content existing. As long as they're not harassing real people I'm not even looking in their direction, they tend to trigger me so I don't engage.

➴ Despite being neutral on rpf existing, "Tinhats" can fuck right off. Especially if you talk to the people involved about it or in any way harass them. I hope you have a bad day every day forever.

➴ I'm typically not interested in large age gaps ships where one person is a teenager but I don't think they're evil or whatever fanpolice are on about. Also proshippers are racist trash 99% of the time so don't lump me in with those assholes either please.

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#demirose glasses off - just a general speculation post about a piece of media.

#my stuff - edits I made

[survey--s]

335.

1. Is there a certain place or store you especially hate going to? Hmm, I’m not a massive fan of those big discount stores as I just find them really noisy and overcrowded. I love the stuff you can get there but I just find them really overwhelming as a rule.

2. When was the last time you made plans with someone? I made plans to go to Kendal with my mum on Thursday, but we might need to re-arrange the day as there’s tons of roadworks going on and I feel the journey is going to be absolutely horrendous, ha.

3. How long do leftovers usually sit in your fridge? Anywhere from a few hours to a few days, depending on the food and how much there is. 4. What is something you do for other people that shows you care for them? I normally just make sure I’m appreciative of their actions, I guess.

5. What was the last animal/pet that you met? Aside from my own animals, we bumped into Dave the pug on our walk this morning. Archie is so freaked out by him it makes me laugh, haha.

6. Is there anyone in your life with whom your opinion changes on frequently? This question makes absolutely no sense, lol. I assume you mean someone who I feel differently about frequently and yes, I suppose so.

7. Do you ever look up set lists for concerts? I didn’t even know that was a thing, LOL. I don’t really go to many concerts as I struggle with loud noises and enclosed spaces.

8. Have you ever woken up thinking that the dream you had was real? Definitely. My dreams can be really vivid sometimes. 9. Have you ever kept a journal? Do you currently keep one? You’re looking at it.

10. Is there a certain song or band who remind you of specific people? Yeah, of course. 11. Would you prefer to take a picture of yourself, or have someone else take it for you? Take it myself, as that means I can edit/delete it if I dislike it, ha.

12. How often do you style your hair differently from how you normally style it? Never, really. I just have my hair up in a messy bun 99% of the time. Very occasionally I’ll straighten it and wear it down, though.

13. What was the last thing to really surprise you? I couldn’t tell you. My life is pretty mundane in that respect, lol.

14. What did you do this past weekend? It’s the weekend now. So far today I’ve done some housework, walked the dog, had a shower, had lunch and now I’m doing this and watching TV. I have to go and feed Monty later and then I’m officially on holiday! I need to do a grocery shop tonight and then tomorrow I plan to do absolutely nothing, hah.

15. Is there something in particular you always seem to forget? I always forget to take my phone charger downstairs with me.

16. Have you ever found out that you have been sleep walking? Nope.

17. What’s the last thing you promised yourself? That I wouldn’t do a huge shop tonight and that I’ll only get the things I actually need to get.

18. Have you ever tried making something from one of those short cooking videos? How did it turn out? Nope. I never really watch things like that.

19. When was the last time you had to wait in line for longer than a few minutes? Uh, about six weeks ago maybe.

20. Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? Sure, I always try and write a review, especially it’s for a small business or an independent place.

21. Would you rather go out somewhere with your friends or stay at home and hang out with them instead? Go out, for sure. Staying home is fine occasionally but for me, my home is like my sanctuary and I prefer to hang out with people on neutral ground.

22. Do you ever interact with any brands/companies online? Yeah, a few.

23. How happy are you with your current job? If you don’t have a job, what’s something you think you think you would dislike about working? I absolutely love my job but I’m so grateful for my holidays as my September looks CRAZY busy already. 24. Is there anything you seem especially sensitive to, such as sounds, smells, etc? Yeah, certain textures really make me gag, and I hate the sound of cutlery on plates or metal on metal.

25. What was the last board game you played? Monopoly. I won, lol.

[happytroopers]

crosshairs fic idea: reader is gossiping with coworkers (maybe medics idk) about who the most attractive clone is and reader mentions crosshair and he somehow finds out and teases her

Teasing // Crosshair x reader

“It’s definitely Captain Rex. ” Tula, a Rodian nurse from the 212th, stated decidedly. You giggled into the shitty GAR rationed caf.

“That’s just cause your into blondes.” You teased, content with the rounds of chuckles at the mess hall table as Tula’s teal cheeks blushed blue.

“I still don’t know why we’re having this conversation, they’re clones, they all look the same! Thats like the whole thing.” Rys groaned uncomfortably, the only man at the table of civilian enlistments. It was rare for some many of your friends to be in the same place at the same time- but medical staff and engineering alike, every six months after your first deployment civilian enlistments were shipped back to Coruscant for a week long training refresher.

“You can’t say that, it’s rude!” Tula slapped his arm, eyebrow ridges furrowing over her galaxy eyes. He held his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah Rys, we won’t assume you’re any less straight if you admit that Wolffe is clearly the most attractive.” Raina grinned, her peach colored lekku twitching at the thought of the commander. You considered the idea but shook your head as other names got thrown around.

Kix, Fives, Bly, Keeli, Cody, and a couple other names you didn’t quite recognize the names of were tossed around the table. Haircuts, scars, tattoos, personality all became deciding factors as you at your dinner, occasionally chiming in to tease your friends.

“Ok then, who do you think the hottest soldier is?” An engineer from some outer moon data post asked after you teased her for her choice- Tup, a younger soldier in the 501st that you hadn’t met since your transfer to Clone Force 99.

You held your hands up, ready to evade the question. But Raina interjected, a challenging look on her face. You’d gone through academy with the peachy colored twi-lek and her sharp tongue was almost faster than her flying. You knew that look, and it didn’t bode well.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll tell every trooper I see all week that you said it was them.” She threatened with a smirk that said she already knew she had won. The smirk grew to a grin when you let out a defeated sigh.

“Well, in my own personal opinion, that Crosshair is the most attractive man we work with.” You admitted quietly. An honest answer on your part, you did think he was attractive even if you’d never say it to his face. Immediately, several pairs of disbelieving eyes landed on you.

“What? He doesn’t even count!” Rys pointed an finger at you to emphasize his point, “he doesn’t even look like the other clones!”

You shrugged as Tula slapped the back of his head again, her voice scolding as she hissed, “You can’t say that either!”

Then she looked at you, “Really though? He’s meaner than a burned gundark.”

“He’s scary.” Raina nodded.

“He’s an ass.” Another one of the 212th enlistments echoed from down the table. You’d forgotten that a few of the units they were assigned to probably had worked with Clone Force 99 at some point. Nevertheless, suddenly, you felt a need to defend the sniper who had finally become what you’d consider a friend.

“Ok, so it takes a while to get to know him, but...” you started, thinking of all the amazing qualities no one else saw because they weren’t with him all the time, “he’s loyal to a fault, really funny, always pulls me out of sticky situations and usually manages to keep me out of them to begin with, once you get to know him and how he is, you see how much he cares about his-“

“Ok, sure,” Raina cut you off, clearly not believing the cold eyed sniper could care about anything or anyone. She paused to pitch her voice up, flutter her eyelashes, and clasp her hands beside her face like a cartoon princess, “we don’t know him like you do~”

She interrupted herself with a snicker before she continued in her normal voice, “and all that bantha crap, but this is about attractiveness. What makes him hot? And don’t give me any of this, personality is all I look at shit.”

“And if I tell you, you’ll leave me alone?” You asked, though it was more of a demand. Tula nodded, she had always been a little boy crazy, and was dying to hear the scoop. You sighed again, hoping your cheeks weren’t too flushed, “fine, He’s very unique looking, in all the best ways. He’s very tall and lean, but crazy built. I’m into the silver hair, and believe it or not, under the armor that man has the best ass you’ll ever see.”

Tula was leaning on the table, giggling wildly at the juicier bits of you description. Raina had leaned back in her seat, and rolled her eyes, “To each their own, I suppose.”

Fortunately for you, the conversation switched to complaining about to the soldiers that were in charge of your training. There was a rumor the Fox used “civilian training” as punishment for his men when they earned a reprimand. It made sense, all the Coruscant guardsmen that were tasked with running drills with you weren’t exactly thrilled to be there. As if any of you were either.

“Yeah, I definitely don’t understand that attitude. We get it, you don’t want to be here, neither do we, but we are so let’s just get it over with- with out the..... are you even listening?” You were in the middle of your tangent when it was clear none of your group was listening to you. Instead there were all staring over your head with varying looks of slight fear, curiosity, and overall disdain. Tula was the one who attempted to subtly point behind you. At first you feared it was one of the troopers in charge of your training, so you quickly turned around with a forced apologetic look on your face.

To your surprise, you found Crosshair. Helmet free, as usual he had a toothpick between his teeth as he gave your group an appraising sweep. He had the same look on his face that he did when he was sizing up ‘the regs’- until he got to you. It took a year for him to stop looking at you that way, but his slight sneer eased out to neutral-which when it came to the sniper, it might as well have been an ear to ear grin.

“Crosshair! What are you doing here?” You asked, turning around in your seat. In addition to his sudden appearance, just his president was slightly confusing. Typically, Hunter would come himself, or send Tech- all to avoid a potential fight. Your training mates looked slightly bewildered at the amicable exchange.

“Springing you. We’ve got an assignment.” He shrugged after plucking the toothpick from between his lips. Like a true creature of habit, he started twirling the stick between his fingers. You quirked an eyebrow motioning to the other civilians.

“You can’t ‘spring me’, it’s GAR regulation for me to do this training refresher.” You reminded him, he rolled his eyes- but you weren’t sure if his disdain was for your use of air quotes or just disdain for GAR regulation in general. With any member of the Bad Batch, it was usually general disrespect for the rules. You gave him a look before continuing, “I still have three more days.”

“Is it really training? You could run circles around anyone here, especially them.” He drawled as he nodded his head over his shoulders at the table of red painted troopers who were eyeing him in distrust. Your eyes went a little wide, was that a compliment? And then you ducked your head at the offended glares of your table. In an effort to prevent a fight, you stood quickly before letting him lead you off.

“They’re aren’t gonna let me leave, Crosshair.” You reminded him, looking up to meet his eyes. He smirked a bit, setting his eyes forward.

“How are they gonna stop us?” He challenged, dropping his smile to glare at a passing trooper.

“Well, ion cannons come to mind.” You mused before clearing your throat, “You guys could always go with me, you went on plenty of missions before you got stuck with me. It be like the good ole days.”

He didn’t laugh at your joking tone, but shook his head, “You’re one of us, you stay with us”

You were stunned to silence for a second, despite your friendship he’s never referred you you as ‘one of them’. Heat rose to your cheeks as you exited the corridor into a lift, so Crosshair diffused the tension.

“Mission takes precedence over regulations. When have we been know to follow the rules, anyways.” He mused, swiping his ID card so the lift would let you out in the hangar. He relaxed a bit when you snorted a laugh before he continued on, “Besides, how can pull you out of sticky situation if you’re on a different planet?”

You froze in your spot, stomach dropping and cheeks flaring with red hot embarrassment; you had forgotten the cardinal rule of working with Crosshair.

If you didn’t have eyes on Crosshair, Crosshair definitely had eyes on you. And in this case, apparently ears as well.

“Ok, look-“ you started, hoping to ease your embarrassment, but all of the excuses you could come up with fell flat before they made it out of your mouth. Fortunately, the lift door slid open, allowing you to escape before you could further your embarrassment.

Crosshair actually chuckled out loud, long legs easily traipsing past you as he headed towards the Havoc Marauder. Momentarily, he twisted around to walk backwards, pointing his toothpick towards you, “Don’t worry, your ass is almost as good as mine.”

[olderpeople-supremacy]

romantic patrick jane w gender neutral reader, friends to lovers?? i don't really have a specific plot in mind, i just know im desperate for him 😭😭/nonsexual

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Explosion

Patrick Jane or as many called him Jane, was a mystery to everyone, but you. You knew the man like the back of your hand.

He was clever, charismatic and a flirt. He flirted with many people, be it because he was bored and liked to see people get flustered, because he wanted to read and understand them more or simply because he was interested in them. Even though the last one wasn't very common, it happened once in a while. Especially with CBI Agent Teresa Lisbon.

Now you couldn't blame Teresa, she has been nothing but an angel, but the big little green monster visited you everything he was a bit to friendly with her. For example now.

You were called to a crime scene, as normal, but this time it was a very brutal murderer, a young girl barely 19 years old, was hanging from the wall, bound by the wrists and ankles, a sack over her head and tape placed over the ends of the plastic bag, making sure the girl can't breathe. Her body littered in bruises and marks, as well as a tiny white spot next to her underwear.

It took you as suprise that your best friend and boss were arriving together, especially dressed like this. She in high heels and a rather fine outfit and he in one of his usual suits. It took every ounce of self control to not ask about their appearance, or why they were arriving together and it took everything I you to not grab Jane and pull him into a kiss, just to show Lisbon to whom he belongs, even though he wasn't your boyfriend, no he was just your best friend.

Jane took a look around the room before musing, "Well look at her, doesn't she look breathtaking." Lisbon and Y/n ignored him and continued to search the crime scene for any evidence. That was until Y/n had a light bulb turning on inside their head. They took a couple of steps towards the dead body, before they gasped loudly. Jane and Teresa looked up at them before asking, "What have you got?"

The person in question looked at them before stating, "There once was a killer who had the same method. His name was Dennys Rader, but commonly known as "the BTK-Killer". Everything is similar, but the marks on her can't be compared to Rader's. He had a weaker left hand, which made his marks uneven, but the ones we are looking at were produced from the same amount of pressure. So this means the person who did this does a lot with their hands. Be it exercising or just something casual as regular typing, because nearly nobody can put the same amount of pressure on their hands, without any practice. People who do not do things with their hands often are very likely to have a weaker hand..." as they explained further, diving deep into their mind trying to recall everything they learned about the infamous psychopath, they didn't notice Patrick staring at her in fascination.

He was astounded. How could a human be so clever and pretty at once. He didn't even needed to listen to you to know that you were to 99% right, about whatever you were saying (not that he was anyways, he was to busy ogling them).

After Y/n finished their rant, they began to interview a few of the neighbours, as well as the janitor who found the girl. Now a little while later, Y/n was checking their alibis, they got a call. Abandoning their computer, they turned to the mobile phone on her desk, flipping it over, so that the display was facing them they read the Caller ID. Seeing an unidentified number didn't concern them, as it wasn't the first time a random person thought it would be funny to play a joke on them or that somebody simply typed in the wrong number.

Swiping across the screen they answered, "L/n?", the only thing they heard was a robotic voice, barely understandable saying, "You only have a few minutes time, until the ticking stops and instead of a bell ringing, there will be ringing ears."

Y/n begin to panic, tipping frantically on their computer, trying to trac down from where the call was made, but to no luck. So they began to think.

Ticking, bell ringing, ears, ticking, bell ringing, ears, tic- A BOMB! Oh no, oh no, that is not good. Ok Y/n, think where could it be, where could it be bells ringin, A CHURCH, allright nearest Church, nearest Church, ah California Community Church. Good, wonderful, now you just have to inform the others and get there as soon as possible.

Standing up they frantically searched for their contact list, dialling Lisbon.

"Lisbon." the familiar females voice could be heard over the piece of electronic. "Lisbon, you need to evacuate the California Community Church, ASAP! We don't have much time until the bomb explodes." "BOMB?! What bomb are you talking about Y/n?" "I got a call, from an anonymous number, it gave me some sort of riddle. It was about some ringing and bells and WHATEVER... isn't important now, what is important is to get the people out of the Church!" "Allright I see what I can do." "Thank you."

Finally reaching the car, Y/n opened the drivers seed, before buckling in and driving off.

Having reached the church they immediately noticed the people surrounding the 'house of god' and a mother shouting for her kid, they're instincts kicked in and they ran towards the mother, who quickly turned and rambled, "You need to help me! M-my daughter is still in there. I can't lose her p-please you need to help me." Not even thinking Y/n replied, "Of course, where were you and your daughter before you got separated?" "We w-were in the main room and t-then suddenly there was this person wh-who told us we h-had to get out and so many people a-and my baby oh God wha-" "Ma'am I need you to stay calm. I am going in there and I can't promise anything, but I am going to try my best to bring you your daughter back."

Departing from the mother they made their way inside the evacuated building in hope to find the missing girl. Running around in the spacious room, they searched everywhere with their eyes, until they saw a brown mop of hair cowering behind one of the banks. Having made their to the little girl they scooped up the scared bundle and began to walk back to the entrance as fast as possible. Finally reaching the double doors, Y/n tried to shift the weight of the girl on one of their hips, to open the doors, these turned out rather difficult, as the child clung to them like a koala to his mother. After fumbling a little with the door, they had it open and slipped through it.

Jogging through the grave yard, they were halfway through it as suddenly a loud explosion sound could be heard. Y/n shielded the kid by wrapping around it, forming a kind of shield, absorbing all the flying debris.

...

Shortly before the explosion Patrick and Teresa arrived the church, immediately beginning to question the civilians and searching unconsciously for Y/n.

As the explosion went of, both were already informed by the mother who asked Y/n earlier if they could rescue her child, that Y/n was apparently in the church. This set panic in Patrick of, he couldn't lose you. You were the only constant thing in his life; always there for him, always willing to help him with his search about Red John and always helping him with everything, not even questioning it you were sure he had good reasons.

You couldn't leave him.

He loved you to much to let you go. But it appeared that fate had something else planned.

Or did it?

Turnst out fate had a different ending in mind for him. An ending with the limping person, which was stumbling on the path from church to street.

Patrick didn't even hesitate as he ran towards you, taking the child from your arms and letting you lean onto him, so you wouldn't fall on the way to the medics.

Giving the young girl to a nearby standing police officer, Patrick dragged you alongside him, towards the ambulance, where you would get checked out.

A little while after getting checked, Jane stood next to you, wringing his hands nervously, before he was snapped out of his state, by the loud nearby shutting of a door. Taking a deep breath Patrick tries to organise his thoughts for a final time, before he began to speak; "Y/n I-realized that I-i f-felt a certain way and i-i haven't felt like this since Angela, when you were i-in there and t-that thing blew up, i-i was s-so scared, that I would lose you t-to. A-and I d-didn't s-so I think that it's a s-sign t-that I can talk to you now and i-i wanted to do this for a long time."

Cradling your face in his hands, Patrick searched your face for any sign of hesitation. After he didn't fine any, he slowly leaned forward, until his lips hovered over yours. You took the final step, tilting your head back and connecting your lips. Even as your lips were barely touching you both could feel it.

It was like an Exlposion.

[salty-rey]

Head Scratcher | The Bad Batch

Pairing: Crosshair x OC (formerly Reader)

Words:  2.7k

Warning: None. Just a mention of a bloodied nose and bruises. 

Series: Come Back | Saving Lives

A/N: I decided to change the Reader to be a female OC. I tried to keep it gender-neutral but I couldn’t help myself. I also apologize if this reading is roughed, I’ve been battling with it for the past two week. And I wanted to get it done before tomorrow’s episode. This also takes place before Echo joins the group. Anyways, I do hope you guys enjoy this chapter! 

“I told you I’m fine---ouch!” The combat medic yelped in pain before glaring at the medical droid. “A warning would have been nice.”

“You were reckless, Freckles. You’re lucky that you didn’t get anything more serious than this,” Hunter scolded her, arms crossed in front of his chest. 

 “Hey, at least it wasn’t as bad as that one time. Crosshair and I had a couple broken bones and ribs, remember?” She tried joking with a light laugh, only to get a deeper glare from the Sergeant. The combat frowned, eyes looking down to her lap. “Sorry, I’ll try to do better.”

It has been over a year since Freckles joined Clone Force 99. It has also been half a year since the last serious incident, which was her and Crosshair sustaining broken bones and a concussion. After that mission, the crew made sure to be more careful, even though neither one would have guessed that the vehicle was planted (Tech may argue that though). 

Hunter nodded his head before lightly patting her shoulder. “We’re homebound until further notice. Until then, get your rest and I don’t want to find you doing anything stupid.” 

“Yes sir,” you grumbled before relaxing against the pillows. 

Hunter turned away, letting the droid do their work to patch Freckles up. Standing outside the medical ward was the rest of the Bad Batch, waiting anxiously for an answer. 

“She’s fine. Just bad burns but it won’t leave any scars,” the Sergeant informed them.

Wrecker sighed in relief, and Tech’s shoulders relaxed, a small smile on his face. Crosshair, however, still appeared tense. Hunter frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. 

“Let’s fill out our reports and get some food. Maybe she’ll join us by then,” Hunter said to the group, although his eyes were staring right at Crosshair.

Wrecker and Tech nodded their heads in agreement, the sniper remaining still before following his brothers away. 

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Being allowed to leave her room and walk around the facility was rewarding, and Freckles had full intention to enjoy this freedom. But before she could do such a thing, her stomach grumbled something fierce. 

It’s lunch time. I hope they’re still serving food at the mess hall, she thought to herself before smiling. I bet the boys are there too! Freckles wasted no time in putting on a robe over her blacks, mimicking the style of a Jedi for fun before heading out.

It didn’t take long to reach the mess hall, having already memorized the entire facility on Kamino. She waved at passing clones and Kaminoans, greeting them, a light limp in her step. Many of them recognized her, being a medic stationed on Kamino before graduating into being a combat medic.

Once reaching the mess hall, Freckles didn’t hesitate to grab a tray and get in line with the other troopers. She could feel eyes on her, soft whispers behind her back but she paid no attention to it. Troops flirting and whistling at her wasn’t something new. Although, it has been some time since she has been traveling with the boys for over a year now. So, Freckles had to admit that it made her feel uncomfortable.

Retrieving her meal, Freckles scanned the area for a brief second before spotting a couple of familiar heads. 

“Hey boys!” Freckles greeted, and all of their heads snapped up.

“Freckles!” Wrecker exclaimed with joy, leaping onto his feet. “You’re okay!” He then hugged her, lifting her off the ground. 

Before the medic could respond, Crosshair snapped at his larger brother, catching both of their attention. “Wrecker! Put her down,” the sniper growled in warning. 

Wrecker was surprised at his brother’s reaction before carefully putting Freckles down. “S-sorry...”

“It’s okay. I’m feeling a lot better. Just a small limp,” she responded before setting her tray down and sitting next to Hunter. “How were the reports? I filled mine in the med-bay.”

Before the boys could answer, a group of shinies walked past their table. They had disgusted expressions towards the Bad Batch, until one of them noticed Freckles. 

A wolf-whistled cut through the dining area, causing heads to turn. “Lookie here, boys.” One of the regs said, gesturing with a smirk. 

“What’s a mesh’la civvie like you doing a place like this?” Another clone asked, looming over Freckles. 

“I’m a combat medic for Clone Force 99,” Freckles answered casually, briefly looking up from her tray. 

The clones glanced at the Bad Batch, their smirks turning into frowns and glares. This didn’t go unnoticed by Freckles, and she began to dread the worse.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be hanging out with these freaks,” the trooper insulted. “Why don’t you hang out with us instead?” He said, placing a firm hand on Freckles’ shoulder.

The medic glared at the hand before shifting it to the trooper. “I’m good with my boys. Thanks,” she responded as she shoved the hand off. 

“Don’t be like that--” 

“Your ears must be defective. She said she’s fine,” Crosshair stood up from his seat. 

The rest of the Bad Batch stood up, squaring off with the quad of regs. 

“We weren’t talking to you.” The reg snarled, his hands gripping tightly on his tray. 

“Indeed. However, you were speaking about us. So we are intervening,” Tech retorted. 

“And you were bothering one of our own,” Hunter

“So back off!” Wrecker cracked his knuckles, grinning. “Or you wanna fight!”

The regs glared back at the Batch until one of them smirked. “You know what I always say; a good defect is a dead one. Just like 99---”

The next thing Freckles knew, the shiny was laying on the ground, flat on his butt with a bloodied nose. The surrounding clones gazed in stunned silence before chaos erupted. 

Bits of food was flying through the air. Fists colliding with armor. Shouts, grunts and groaning filled the air. Freckles managed to keep away from the fighting, watching her boys fighting off the regs. 

Tech and Hunter were teamed up, taking out four to five clones. Wrecker fighting on his own, acting like a bulldozer, knocking down more troopers. Crosshair was fighting by himself, using trays as projectiles but he was running out of ammunition. 

A clone broke through and threw a punch at Crosshair, connecting with his cheek. 

“Stop it!” Freckles shouted, pushing through the crowd of clones that gathered around the fight. Another punch hit the sniper’s face again, this time on his lip. Blood appeared, alarming the medic. “I said STOP IT!!!” 

Freckles managed to throw herself onto the assaulting clone, protecting Crosshair from any further attack. Before Freckles could either attack or further defend, an alarm went off, and Kaminoan clone troopers rushed in. 

Within a matter of seconds, the fight had ceased, the troopers separated the regs from the Bad Batch. “You five, come with me.” The trooper ordered, pointing at Freckles and the boys. 

The combat medic didn’t attempt to argue because this wasn’t the first time that the Bad Batch received the full punishment, even though there were others involved. It wasn’t fair nor right, thus enforcing the distaste between the regs and the mutated clones. 

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Freckles entered the medical ward, looking around the large room until spotting the silver haired clone.

Crosshair was sitting upright on the bed, a droid scanning his face. Freckles spotted the busted up lower lip, and bruises on his cheek and chin. The fight in the mess hall got him good but nothing serious. 

The sniper was sent to the medical ward promptly after being lectured by Jedi Master Shaak Ti, keeping the rest behind to hear the whole story of the fight. She promised that anyone else involved will receive full punishment alongside them. Until then, Freckles had decided to check on grouchy clone.

The droid made an attempt to apply bacta spray on his lip, but Crosshair pulled away snarling. 

“It’s okay. I can take it from here, AZ.” Freckles spoke up, attracting both the clone and droid’s attention. 

“Very well, combat medic Freckles.” AZ nodded his head before hovering away. 

Once the droid was gone, Freckles began to dig for the needed items to patch up Crosshair. “You look worse for wear,” she teased as she found the bacta spray. 

She heard him huff before muttering, “You should see the regs.” Freckles stood back up and approached him, bacta spray in hand. She saw him glared at the spray in her hand, shoulders tensed.

“I know it’s going to sting, but it’s gonna help close that cut up quick.” She told him before grinning. “Pucker up, cheek-bones.” 

“Don’t call me that,” Crosshair glared at the medic, but Freckles continued to smile patiently. This caused the sniper to huff in annoyance. “You’re no fun anymore.”

“I can be fun!” Freckles pouted, lightly glaring at the clone. Before Crosshair could say any witty remarks of her lack of humor, the medic quickly sprayed on his cut up lip. 

“AH!” Crosshair gasped before snarling in anger. The spray was bubbling on the cut, the medicine doing its magic. 

“That’s what you get,” Freckles smirked before quickly sticking her tongue at him.

Crosshair glared with a small pout of his own, while Freckles pulled out some small patches. He continued to watch her work on him, feeling the cool patch on his bruises. The way she tended to him was much different than when she first joined the crew. Even though she has seen the cruelty of war, she kept a positive attitude around the troops. She brought that light when joining Clone Force 99, even if his brothers were rather cold to her at first. After a few months though, one by one, his brothers welcomed her. All but him. 

Whenever she had to tend to any wounds on him, or just a monthly check up, she was hesitant. Borderline scared even. After receiving harsh remarks, insults and glares, Freckles became monotone around him. There was no joy or anger whenever they happened to interact. Her joyful energy was slowly dying. 

Because it was all his fault. 

Don’t act as if you care about us clones! We’re exposable for you perfect nat-borns!

Freckles paused after putting the last bacta patch on the sniper’s face. She noticed how tense he was. His eyes were downcast, avoiding looking at her, and his eyebrows pinching together. It is a look that Freckles recognized. Especially working with other clones. Crosshair was deep in thought, and she had a feeling that it was something serious.

Pulling her hands back, Freckles gazed at the clone for a few seconds. “Do you trust me?” Freckles suddenly asked, a soft smile on her lips. 

Crosshair’s gaze snapped back at her, surprised how the silent was broken. He silently stared at her with a single raised eyebrow before lightly scowling. “What a dumb question to ask,” he huffed while he briefly looked away.

Freckles grinned before gesturing with her hands. “Lean down a bit. You’re too tall.”

The sniper sighed with a small eye roll, but she knew that he was being dramatic. Crosshair leaned down, a curious look in his eyes, watching Freckles closely. The combat medic reached up slowly, making sure not to startle the clone. Although, she doubts anything can catch Crosshair off guard.

Freckles’ fingertips lightly touched the silver locks of Crosshair’s hair, surprised to feel how soft it felt. She also noticed the clone tensing up, causing her to pause for a few seconds before slowly running her fingers through his hair.

“What exactly are you planning?” He questioned, his eyes never leaving hers. 

“Shhh, just relax,” She answered almost in a whisper.

Her fingertips began to lightly massage his scalp, avoiding her nails from accidentally scratching the skin. Freckles continued to massage his head, moving from the top to the sides, watching his facial expression slowly relax. She couldn’t help but smile as Crosshair closed his eyes, feeling him slowly lean into her touches. 

Crosshair was practically pudding in her hands. She has never seen the sniper so calm. So relax. Crosshair was an early bird, awake before the others, especially before Freckles. Seeing him like this, is practically watching him sleep. Crosshair never let anyone see him like this. So vulnerable. And to be like this, in front of her, letting her touch him. It made her heart race and cheeks feel warm. 

What a dumb question to ask. 

Crosshair trusts her with his life. This realization caused her to smile with utter bliss.

Her fingertips moved from rubbing to lightly scratching with her nails. The noise that escaped the sniper shocked them both.

A light moan slipped out from the clone’s lips. Freckles froze and Crosshair’s eyes snapped open, the pair staring at each other in startled silence. 

Well. Apparently you can startle the sniper.

The pair was lost for words, their eyes locked onto each other. Freckles slowly broke into a nervous smile, her hands still lightly cupping the side of his head. 

“Not. A. Word.” Crosshair growled a warning, and Freckles quickly nodded her head. 

A moment, the combat medic thought that Crosshair would pull away and that would be it. Again, Freckles was surprised.

Crosshair leaned forward and pressed his forehead on shoulder, hiding his face from her. Freckles had to suppress a soft laugh. Not only has she finally seen Crosshair relax and heard him moan. Now she has witnessed him being embarrassed. 

What a day this turned out to be, she smiled to herself. Freckles then heard a muffled grunt then a light nudge on her shoulder. Taking the hint, she resumed scratching and massaging his scalp, slowly running her fingers through his short locks. 

There was the occasional content moaning and sighs, muffled thanks to her shoulder. After several minutes, Freckles paused for a moment, recalling everything that happened today. 

Freckles moved her hands from his head, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck, hands laying on his back. She felt Crosshair shift a bit, his head titling a little in order to see her from the corner of his eye. 

“Thank you. For everything,” she smiled lightly. 

Crosshair stared before hiding his face again. Freckles continued to smile, hugging the sniper. 

“You’re welcome,” his breath brushed against her ear. A shiver ran down her back at the sensation, Freckles’ cheeks burning and heart pounding. Then, the sniper said something so quietly, she almost didn’t hear it. “I’m sorry...”

“For what?” Freckles asked, pulling back a little to look at him. “That fight in the food court wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s...not why I’m apologizing for.” The sniper responded, avoiding eye contact. 

The medic was quiet for a few seconds before realizing what Crosshair was referring to. “Oh!” A stupid grin spread across her face. He never apologizes for anything. Not with his harsh comments towards her, or upsetting his brothers. This was a miracle. “Apology accepted, Crossy!”

“I take that back. I’m not sorry.” Crosshair glared, causing Freckles to laugh heartily.

“Seems like you guys are doing well,” Hunter’s voice startled the two of them. 

They both realized how close they were; her arms still resting loosely over his shoulders. And when did he put his hands on her hips?! 

I must have been so focused on massaging his scalp, I didn’t even notice! She thought, as the two separated hastily and clumsily, Crosshair jumping to his feet, and Freckles pushing herself away from the clone. “Y-yes...ah...how things go with Master Shaak Ti?” 

“You were there with us before excusing yourself to check on Crosshair. How could you have forgotten?” Tech recounted with a confused look on his face. “Did you sustain a head injury during the fight that you are keeping quiet about?”

The medic’s cheeks darkened, her heart racing as she realized her mistake. Her attempt to draw their attention away from her and Crosshair, she completely forgot about their talk with the Jedi Master. 

“Freckle’s blushing! Were you two going to make out?” Wrecker laughed before teasing the two of them. A blur of white flew through the air and Wrecker gasped in surprise as a pillow collided with his face. 

“Nutennir laam, di’kut.” Crosshair scowled before pushing past his brothers. 

Hunter smiled, watching his brother walk away with an accelerated heartbeat before looking back at Freckles. She noticed his knowing smile, sighing heavily as she fell backwards onto the bed.

She will never hear the end of this. 

[ssamie]

how they act when you have a crush on them

·˚ ༘⌗ just some of the nekoma boys reacting to you having a crush on them

·˚ ༘⌗ characters include: kuroo tetsuro, kozume kenma, haiba lev

·˚ ༘⌗ gender neutral pronouns were used.

·˚ ༘⌗ warnings: swearing and fluff ig

gen masterlist.                     hq masterlist.

KUROO TETSURO

tries to act all cool but is actually blushing 99% of the time

you didn't actually confess when he found out. he just figured it out himself.

hey, he's smart so he's bound to notice

tries to make you flustered with compliments and pick-up lines but they always end up with him stuttering and getting too nervous for them to work.

when it does work however,, he will give you a smug af smirk, thinking hes the shit

he loves seeing you all hot and bothered, he thinks it's adorable

if you leave him notes or give him a bento for lunch,, he will simply pass away goodbye.

you: "hi, i made you a bento! hope you like it :>"

him: "😩😭‼️❤️💍✨🛐"

he'll probably wait for you to confess, but if you take too long he'll do it himself lmao

if you're the one to make the first move, he'll tease and scare you at first,, acting like he'll reject you

then he'll laugh and kiss u afterwards bc he's secretly smitten as well 🙄

but if he's the one to make the first move, he'll actually be sincere but he's still gonna be a tease about it

if you try to mess with him and act like u don't like him, he'll lowkey get scared

but he'll mask it with a smirk and just kiss u or sumn lol🤠

it's fine though, you love his annoying ass

KOZUME KENMA

would probably ignore you sorry

he's not really interested in highschool relationships, he think there's no point cus they usually never last.

this would lead to you having to chase after him and work your ass off to even get him to talk to you

i want u to be younger than him cus i think its cute so.. 🙄🤞🏼‼️

anyways

you'll usually eat with him at lunch, although he only plays his games instead of paying attention to anything

so if u decide to make him a bento, he'd honestly be shocked and flattered

he'd rather play his game but he also wouldn't want to waste the food that you made him

kuroo's honestly surprised when he saw you two eating under a tree for lunch together

your friends would tease you for liking someone like him, but you'll always defend him and say he's the best bc he is 😭

kenma would overhear that conversation and would honestly feel so touched cus like-

y/n.. thinks he's pretty.. and great.. wow..

he'll get more blushy and fidgety more often afterwards

since you're younger than him, you'd call him 'senpai' or 'kozume-senpai'

he honestly feels his soul ascending whenever you'd refer to him by the honorific

he just thinks it's cute!!

kenma will definitely not make the first move, if ever he comes to like you back

you'll have to confess first, but don't make it too sudden or else he'll get too nervous and probably ghost u or something 💀

if you give him the classic letter telling him to meet you by the cherry blossoms or whatever location, he would just die on the spot

dead. deceased.

he'll be so nervous but also so excited. it's his first time to have someone interested in him, and he's very happy it's you <3

you, very flustered : "kozume-senpai.. i really like you. please go out with me!"

kenma, sweating and blushing profusely : "um.. okay. yeah. i like you too. let's uh- let's go out together.."

i love him </3

HAIBA LEV

baby <33

if you like him, you'll have to be very patient cus he's a bit slow <3

anyways, you'll drop hints that you're interested in him, but most of the time he'd probably mistake it for a friendly gesture or something

so you'd then move on to more obvious hints

you: "lev, you look so handsome today! <3"

lev: "thanks y/n! you look cute too! :)"

you, annoyed but still dying from the compliment: "thanks 😖"

he'll probably only find out when yaku or yamamoto points it out

they'll explain why and point out how u make it so obvious

then he'll get so flustered and happy that you like him,, pls he's so precious <//3

the next time you give him a gift or compliment, he'll be so happy knowing you like him

if you compliment his skills on volleyball, he would turn into this emoji '🥺'

if you confess to him, he'll be so excited and immediately accept

he probably won't even let you finish tbh, he'd just kiss u and be happy that u're his s/o

you: "lev.. i've been meaning to tell you this.. um, i like-"

lev: "i like you too, y/n! can i please be your boyfriend? 😊"

then you'll be together and he'd be the sweetest fucking boyfriend ever ahh!!

my first ever headcannon so it's kinda shitty,,, idk how to feel lol,,, i hope this is good :)