#ok im done with that train of thought i need to go and work on that au i accidentally stayed up till 2am last night thinking of ideas for

[mntcoronet]

*pause moment* hey why the fuck did I just realise that during high school, I felt like a fair number of my peers (from outside my friends group) treated me somewhat more "softly" or like a child than they would've done with other people. and why was that

[moonlit-imagines]

No One’s Sidekick

Jason Todd x teen!reader

warnings: needles and guns and death mentions ya know

a/n: ok i was gonna do headcanons for this but honestly it sparked a lot of inspiration so im actually writing a oneshot for it this is a ONE IN A MILLION CHANCE bc im very picky about when to write oneshots ily. might do hcs also just cuz arkham knight is my passion. (honestly i should have just done hcs idk if i like where i went with this LMAO)

prompt: anonymous: “hi idk if you write Arkham Jason Todd but if if you do is it possible if you can do a Arkham Jason Todd x fem teen reader and reader is his sidekick”

Imagine a life where you had nothing, you were the lowest anyone could go, and you were just a kid. Now imagine that there was someone standing in front of you, telling that same story, and offering you a chance to turn it all around because they knew how it felt to be you.

That someone was Jason Todd. You found each other by chance, somewhere in the Gotham slums. He walked past you down a dimly lit alley full of used needles and rotting trash, noticing a kid just a few years younger hiding from the world. You noticed a guy in a hoodie hiding a nasty scar on his cheek.

He reached out a hand, hoping you’d take it. He saw a look in your eyes that you’d been like this a while. And you might have noticed the same in his. Which is why after trusting nobody for years, you took this stranger’s hand. “I remember when I was a kid waiting in shitty places woth the hope someday it’d change. And it did one day. Someone found me and changed my life.” He explained after buying you a burger and fries.

“Was it for the better?” You asked him with a mouthful of food.

“I don’t know anymore.” He looked shaken himself, and you could tell by the bags under his eyes this may have been a subject that kept him up at night, maybe took up his waking moments, too. “How long have you been alone?”

“Practically forever. Every once in a while I felt like I was on steady ground and then…something always happens.” You sighed, taking a sip of your soda. “But I learned how to get by on my own. I had to. And I have to protect myself.” Jason raised a brow.

“You protect yourself yet you’re willing to go off with a stranger?” He asked, giving you a warm smile.

“Jason, right?” He nodded at the question. “Jason Todd?” His expression dropped. Before he could stammer out a response, you leaned back on your side of the booth and said, “everyone around here knows you one way or another, but everyone thought you were dead after you disappeared.”

“Did you know who I was when you came here with me?” Jason spoke lowly.

“Nope.” You flatly responded. “But I figured it out along the way. You used to live in my building when I was a kid, I knew I recognized you from somewhere.”

“3B?” He asked.

“That’s the one. You remember?” You smiled.

“I remember a scared little kid with dirt all over their face no matter what time of day.” You both chuckled. “Wow, it’s been a long time. I guess I’m glad we ran into each other.”

“It’s nice. I just don’t know where to go from here.” You took the last few bites from your meal, averting your eyes from his gaze, nervous for what was to come, but also hopeful. At this point, you didn’t care what you did or where you went, as long as you had some kind of purpose. Spending your youth in sleeping in wet boxes or crashing on a sunken-in, stained couch was no longer something you could stand doing.

“I had an idea. A while ago. But I just didn’t know how to go about it.” He revealed with a long pause, mustering up better details to share. “I dont know. It sounds crazy, but maybe not anymore.”

“Can you get to the point?” You tilted your head, eager for a bit more.

“Yeah, yeah…” He gulped. “I talked to this guy, it was after some really bad shit went down,” he brushed his scarred cheek, “this high-profile assassin wanted to train me—work with me. There are some demons I have to face, but I need some help to get ready.” You stared blankly for a minute, fingernail scratching the tabletop as you thought about his words. “It’s out of the country, somewhere in South America.”

“You’re crazy.” You stated. “I’m in.” Jason’s eyes widened. “Anything to get me out of Gotham. And you’re Jason Todd, I’d trust you with my life, even after all this time.” His expression softened and he kind of chuckled, in disbelief of you and himself.

“I—I guess I gotta go make a call.” Jason knocked his hand on the table. “Go ahead and order dessert, I’ll be back in a few.” He stepped out the front door and opened his phone, scrolling down to a contact labeled “S. Wilson.” It rang twice. “I’m in, and one more will be joining us.”

“I’ll make the arrangements for your travels, stay on the line.” Said Slade, there were faint keyboard clicks. “I have a private jet that awaits you at eight a.m. tomorrow. I will send you the address, don’t be late.” The phonecall ended abruptly and Jason went back to your table, finding you eating a slice of pie.

“Tomorrow morning we get to fly in a private jet.” Jason saw your face light up. “Never been?”

—————

Venezuela was incredible to you, even if it was a bit more humid than you were used to. On the plane ride, Jason told you everything. He didn’t spare one detail, he didn’t care. You were another Gotham City orphan with a dark past and a bright future. You two were ready for anything.

It was grueling. It was incredible. It was nothing you’d experienced before. Which was terrifying. But invigorating. You could tell Jason felt right back in his element, but you were desperately trying to catch up. He’d had much training before this, relevant to the current situation. You’re training went as far as standard Gotham Slums scuffling. Your skills included switchblade maneuvers, aiming for the crotch, running from trouble and climbing from trouble. Nothing like this ever seemed possible for you. But Jason knew what it felt like to be brought from your level to his. And as Deathstroke brought Jason to his level, he’d make sure you’d catch up.

—————

“I think you two are ready.” Slade announced as both of you stood before him. Straight backs, eyes forward, and arms behind your backs. “The plan is to be enacted soon, and you,” he turned his attention to Jason, “it’s up to you what we do from here. Gotham City finally meets its match?” He suggested. Jason nodded his head once and you followed. And so it began, the planning phase.

—————

You looked at Gotham from down below. Smaller than you remembered. The whirring of the helicopter blades lulled you away from reality for a few moments before Jason tapped you, motioning for you to come up front with him. You slid your headset on and heard him begin barking orders at the militia before setting your comms to private. “How’s it feel?” Jason asked you.

“I don’t know, actually.” You replied, doing a final check to make sure your guns were loaded and secured. “What about you?”

“It feels like I’m finally getting my revenge.” His voice modulator sent a chill down your spine and you soon landed in Gotham. The plan went off without a hitch. Gotham evacuated, scum running loose, Batman distracted, and his allies scattered. It was exciting, but something was off. Scarecrow’s plan didn’t sit well with you. It was gruesome, even to you. You never really cared about anyone but yourself, but as Jason lost his humanity, you gained it. “I’ve got your back, y/n. You got mine?”

“Always, Knight.” He chuckled as the chopper began to descend. “Let’s kill the Batman.”

taglist: @ravenmoore14 // @summersimmerus // @xoxobabydolls // @evilcr0ne // @thedarkqueenofavalon // @elenavampire21 // @deanzboyfriend //

[loving-n0t-heyting]

Gggggrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh

I keep eating like shit. I keep dining out eating a fucking stroke/heartattack diet and ik fucking why, i can tell you why: i need to fucking concentrate. I need to eat a meal thats not inedible and reliably be able to think about things besides how hungry i am for the next eight hours. And the lentil soup i make at home cant fucking tide me over. My roommate keeps suggesting i make at home the burritos i keep ordering out, which is kind and thoughtful and well intentioned but misses the point: that is more energy and time spent on food in the form of prep. I need less. I need to have time to think about things at any length besides fucking food. If i were programmer rich i could just buy soylent but if i had the psychic wherewithal to become programmer rich i would not be in this situation

I cannot fathom what life is like for 98% of humans. I live a life of virtually untrammelled idleness. Not in education, employment, training, or even hobbying. And yet i can just barely bring myself, each day, to perform the basic tasks of daily living. Every day is a struggle against hunger and exhaustion and not necessarily a successful one. And this is with the benefit of infinite luxury and loving friends, parents partner, roommate... how do ppl live at all? Let alone without all this to help them?

Time moves so quickly now. The last 4yrs feel like they span less than the 8mo prior. Theres less time per year for me nowadays

It didnt have to be like this, im pretty sure. There are tweaks that could have been made when i was younger, i think. And it could have been... ok. Well, not ok. Nobody in the entire world is ever actually ok. But it could have been a lot better. I could be doing work i care about for a successful living and not ordering burritos for breakfast and dinner bc the thought of cooking soup is too psychologically draining and dedicating time to topics besides food, joyless grinding on video game, sleep, and ??????. And without the herculean task of pulling myself out of this pit

Or idfk. Maybe im dumber than i like to think and than i was told by bright older men who took a shining to me and that life was never in the cards. Cannot tell if thats better or worse

I should contact school about returning for final year of phd but this would ideally be done after having finalised plans with significant others and i cant tell whether it makes sense to push for that like an asshole or if i should just go ahead and fucking do it

[seancekitsch]

ok im resending cause i either forgot to send or tumblr ate it! so i know versions of this concept have been done before im eternally weak for jealous/possessive/dom adrian chase fics.

i wanted to request something where adrian and the reader are bffs they're very touchy feely and flirty but it never goes anywhere. reader gets frustrated waiting for adrian to make a move and sets out to make him jealous...it works a little too well, he snaps, smut ensues.

hehehe sorry this is late my entire house and life fell apart but here it is!!!

This doesn’t really feel the way you thought it would. It was a bad idea really. You know Adrian better than this and you’re fucking stupid for thinking this would work. 

Adrian Chase, your best friend of the past five years, the man you share a bed with more often than not because you get sleepy after long hours hanging out, your partner on any missions, your defacto person to make up ridiculous and convoluted bits with on your very limited down time. 

But the flirting banter and the touching have gotten more intense, and you find yourself almost miserable when he gets up in the morning and leaves your little cuddle pile of blankets and limbs. Every time you think he’s going to make a move, to do something, he just… doesn’t. 

Now that you think of it, you could have made a move at any time. You could have been the one to pull him in for a kiss at any time between your constant bantering and snuggling on his couch. You absolutely did not need to be trying to make him jealous right now and having the worst conversation of your life.

Adrian’s eyes are set with pure anger at the back of the head of the guy youre talking to right now, and you keep trying to avoid looking at him. This guy… Angelo? Papa John? Something Italian, you think, is a bro in all senses of the word. He offered to buy you a drink and brought you a vodka cran, something you never drink but if it means you can talk to him without gagging in disgust, so be it.  He’s talking about his old frat days and you’re nodding and giving your best “wow, that’s crazy!” where it feels appropriate. But now he’s trying to put his arm around you and lazily waving at the bartender to get you another drink. 

“She doesn’t need another drink,” A voice cuts in, this one somehow both a needed comfort and a spike of unease. 

“And you are?” The guy asks, and it gives you the distraction you need to sneak out from under his arm. 

“That’s my girlfriend, actually. Yeah, I know I look like a late bloomer but some chicks actually go for that,” Adrian retorts, looking proud of himself as he definitely flexes his muscles. You don’t even have time to think about the fact that Adrian upgraded you to girlfriend because the guy’s voice cuts through your train of thought.

“You with him?” he asks you, pointing at Adrian in disbelief before turning to him, “Well she let me buy her two drinks and get cozy, so maybe next time keep your bitch on a tighter leash.”

Oh fuck no. 

Adrian looks angrier than you’ve ever seen him. Anger isn’t really an emotion he holds, and if he does it’s very brief. You’ve seen him kill a room full of people while smiling before. 

“I hope you didnt actually say that, bro,” Adrians voice drips with venom, “because that was really sexist of you. And while thats not against the law, it’s fucking gross and you don’t talk to her especially like that.”

And with that, Adrian doesn’t wait for his response, he just shoves him against the bar and stalks off. Adrian is certain to get your group banned from the bar sooner rather than later, but at least he didn't hit him. You don’t spare a glance at the guy to chase after your friend. 

“Adrian!” you shout, trying to catch up to him as he marches into the parking lot. He doesn't slow his pace for you.  

“Adrian, slow the fuck down,” you pant, jogging the rest of the way to where he’s fumbling with his keys at the door of the Vigilante-Mobile. 

His jaw is still clenched when he turns around, the anger still rippling under the muscles of his handsome face, distorting and changing him. 

“Why? So I can keep watching you let men that don’t respect you and smell like salami touch you? Then what? By the end of the night you’re going to go home with them and I don’t get a sleepover buddy and you’re going to fuck them and smell like salami too.” he’s ranting, and there’s hurt laced into his voice there. You ignore the slight offense you feel at him thinking you’d let that guy fuck you. 

“No,” you scoff, “I was going to thank you. You know, for standing up for me.”

“Oh,” he seems genuinely surprised by that, “You’re welcome.”

His face doesn’t soften though, your goofy friend doesn’t ease up. 

Fuck, this is weird. 

“Do you wanna… go back inside?” you offer, and your voice does nothing to hide how unsure you are. 

“You can,” he answers, finally finding the right key on his keyring. 

“Adrian, cmon, I’m sure we aren’t—“ kicked out. Kicked about is what you were about today. 

“If you’re just going to let someone else put their arm around you or buy you drinks then I want to go home and watch Kill Bill,” Adrian is serious. Fuck.

And what feels like a missing puzzle piece falls into place. 

“Adrian… are you jealous?”

“What?” his voice jumps half an octave, and you’ve got him. 

“No.”

“Seemed like it.”

“No!” he gets a bit more indignant. It’s cute.

“So if I went back in there…” you trail off, finding it hard to hide your smile as you continue to poke the bear.

“Do whatever you want!” 

He yanks the drivers side door open and you realize just how much you fucked this up. 

“Oh shit Adrian wait don’t leave!”

He stops mid sit, freezing in a goofy squat. 

“I was trying to make you jealous,” you admit. 

“Well that’s stupid, you can’t make me jealous.”

Fuck it, you have to explain it. You were hoping he’d just get so mad he’d bend you over the hood of the Sebring, but now you have to explain your sexually frustrated thought process. 

“Shit, well. I thought if I made you jealous you would…” you shrug, and he stands back up, “I don’t know, make a move or something?” 

You have literally never wanted to curl up and die more than you do in this moment. 

“I thought you were the smart one out of the two of us,” Adrian says, crossing the distance between the two of you. 

You furrow your brows at him, worried that if you speak you might end up saying something even worse… or crying. 

“If you wanted me to kiss you or something you should have just asked! You know I don’t understand social cues.”

Okay, he’s right. Thats on you. 

You nod, and Adrian reaches out to grab your arm. 

“So, I guess this is me asking,” you weak confirm, focusing your eyes on the glare from the streetlight on Adrian’s glasses. 

“Thank god,” Adrian breathes a sigh of relief, “It was so hard to hide all those boners!”

An unintended bark of laughter leaves your lips, all of your anxiety and nerves immediately melting away as he pulls you in for a kiss, not giving a shit that you’re laughing against his lips. He kisses you hungrily, sloppy and wild and his hands are all over you. You’re on autopilot with your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, balling your fists in the material of his sweater. His hands reach lower, and you break the kiss with a gasp when he squeezes your ass hard. 

“Let’s go,” you pant, and he nods, only letting go of you to slap your ass while you practically run to the passenger side of the car.

You don’t even remember the drive from the bar to his house. No, you only remember his hand firm at the top of your thigh, his middle finger dipping between your thighs every so often to tease you. He has you whining and hot all over by the time he’s parked at his apartment complex and leading you up the stairs. 

He moves the same way he does through a mission, his front door slamming against his entryway table and shaking it, practically knocking over the key bowl. 

“Get on the bed,” he commands, not at all hiding his desperation as he kicks off his sneakers, “get on the fucking bed.”

You waste no time yourself throwing your jacket and purse and shoes into a corner and then throwing yourself onto the bed face first. 

By the time you’re rolled over onto your back Adrian stands in the doorway, flicking the lights on. 

“Ready?” he asks, and you nod. Immediately, he climbs himself onto the bed on top of you, pressing his hips into yours.

“Been ready,” you confirm, and he pulls at his sweater, shrugging it down his shoulders as he captures your lips in a kiss again. This kiss is no less desperate than the first, as if Adrian is trying to consume everything that is you. 

He wrestles with your clothes, gripping and pulling until youre bare beneath him, your bare legs parted around his jean clad thighs.

“Thought you could make me jealous,” he laughs, his glasses sliding low on his nose as he smirks. 

“I’m sorry,” you whine, his hands leaving trails of fire in their wake down your ribcage. He gropes at your chest, tracing every swell and expanse. 

“Are you?” he asks, and you nod profusely. His hands dip further down, tickling at your navel before teasing at your core.

“Are you?” He repeats. 

“Yes,” you gasp, his hand dipping down further and just barely touching where you want him.

“Making me jealous isn’t very nice, is it, baby?” he asks, and there’s something predatory in his eyes. You fucking love it. 

“No,” you answer him as he ducks his head down and starts pressing sloppy kisses into the underside of your jaw and the pulse point of your neck. Fuck, you feel white-hot on fire, everything too much and not enough. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” he asks, his breath hot against your neck. You can only nod. 

“Better be,” he demands, his hands leaving where they tease you to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and boxers down in a fluid motion. You curl into yourself a little to look at him, not at all feeling ashamed at wanting to catch a glimpse of Adrian’s dick. 

"M' Gonna be so good for you," you sigh, desperate as he presses his now bare thighs back against yours, his rock hard length brushing against you.

"Shut up," he grunts, and then back tracks, "Not in a sexist way, but god I can't concentrate when you sound so hot."

You listen, and obey, nodding again before kissing his neck now, smooth from a fresh shave and reveling in the happy hum from his lips when your lips and tongue get to work.

“That was so mean,” he gasps, struggling to talk as you give him the same treatment he gave you, “Earlier tonight. Didn’t have to flirt with a ninja turtle. I woulda kissed you so many times if I knew you wanted me to.” 

You moan against his skin at his words, and let his hands drift low again. Your hands graze against his nipples, his abs, his hips. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper, daring your fingers to go lower, but wanting him to go lower first. 

“You want me? Not him?” 

You nod. 

“Gonna make you forget his name.”

You don’t bother telling him you don’t remember the guys name anyway, not when he pushes in ever so slowly and letting you feel every centimeter of him a he sinks himself into you. You sigh in delight, a dazed smile overtaking your lips as he bottoms out. 

“That’s a good girl,” he breathes, not at all hiding how you’re effecting him either, “So right for me.”

And he's right, you're so right for him, he's so right for you. Everything about this feels so correct and perfect.

“Move, please move, please,” you beg, breathless and almost delirious in pleasure. You’ve never felt so full in such a lovely way, in a way that fits you and feels so good that you could scream from this alone. 

He obeys, finally pushing his glasses up as he can focus in on your face and watch what he does to you.  Adrian leans up, opting to grab your hips as he gets on his knees to tilt your hips and snap into you. He holds you in place, his thumbs digging into your hips in a way that’s sure to bruise but you’ll wear those bruises with pride, happy to carry him with you even after this. 

“Adrian!” you shout, your breath trapping in your throat. 

“That’s right, this is for me,” He grits his teeth as he answers you, forcing all of his strength into the snapping of his hips, the force of him fucking you. 

“All—All for… you,” you struggle to get out, the angle leaving you short for breath but god, you could never imagine your first time fucking Adrian better than this. 

“Fuckin right you are,” his lips curl up into an almost sneer, but his eyes are full of love. It’s so hard for him to hide himself from you, even if he says he doesn’t understand emotions, he shows them. 

You pull him down to kiss him, even if this puts him at an awkward angle, he kisses you happily; like a man drinking from a fountain after walking through a desert. He kisses full of love and passion and his hips never slow their pace, always hitting the spot that makes you gasp, always pushing you closer to the edge. 

“I—,” your breath hitches, and with a particular harsh thrust from Adrian you can finish the thought.

“I love—,” he starts to respond, and then stops everything. His speaking, his thrusting, everything. 

“Shit, sorry, forget I said that!” he urges.

But you’re stuck, frozen. You heard the end of that sentence even if he didn’t want you to. 

“I’m sorry; fuck. Sorry.” He moves, as if he’s going to pull out, and then you snap into action.

“No!” you shout, startling yourself and him. You anchor your ankles around his back and hold him in place. 

“I love you!” you blurt out. Adrian relaxes, only slightly. 

“Adrian I love you so much I tried to make you jealous to get you to kiss me please please don’t leave,” you beg, ready to do anything in your power to keep him where he is. 

“You… do?” he asks, and again tonight, you nod profusely. 

“Fuck yeah,” he whispers, and resumes his position. 

You think you hear him say “I knew it” but you can’t be sure over the rush of blood you hear in your ears as he resumes his pace and sets every nerve in your body on fire. If you were ready to come before, you’re on overdrive now. Adrian spares no inch between your bodies and kisses everything he can reach, ever practically folding you in half to do so. 

“Fuck I’m—“ 

“Do it,” he answers, giving you permission for everything to want. It only takes a few more thrusts, the drag of his hips against you, the friction between you, to drive you to oblivion. You come in staccato, your body seizing and shaking quickly in succession, your breath and moans stifled and punctuated as if by impossible beats; Adrian guides you through all of it. For a supposed late bloomer, he knows what he’s doing to take care of someone. 

He slows, but never stops his pace, until you come back to him. Adrian kisses your face all over, holding you tight to bring you back to your senses. 

It’s not until you start kissing back that he starts up his pace again. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna… soon,” he works out between thrusts, hoping for your guidance. 

“Do it, do it please,” you beg, wanting everything he can give you. “Where should I…?”

“In… Fuck, inside if you want.”

“What do you want?” he asks, so gentlemanly it makes you want to punch him. 

“Inside!” you almost shout, the word comes pushed out through a moan because he hits that spot inside again that drives you wild. 

“Fuck…” he stalls, and then his hips stutter, and it’s hot. He releases full into you, all over warm like the first sip of soup. You feel safe as he stills again and the lowers himself on top of you, kissing your jaw and neck. 

“Adrian, fuck, Ade,” You whisper, not sure what you’re asking. 

He picks his head up immediately.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“This won’t change sleepover night, right?” you ask, in the lamest way possible.

“Is this sarcasm I should pick up on?” 

You only hug him closer as you laugh.

[dinomite2]

Fem Agent 3 x Female Octarian Reader (platonic)

Again I asked @sodapoppss for a request and here we are again so enjoy 👍

Also fun fact! if you have the physical copy of splatoon 2 and or 3 behind the logo when you open the case is a special box art which you can flip around at any time

This all takes place after the octo expansion when 8 defeated tarter

● It all started right when after 3 defeated DJ Octavio and all of the Octarians were taken out of their mind control along with yourself

● everything felt so ... free to you being released from mind control and all that but beyond all of that you unexpectedly got lost and ended up in deep sea metro

● 3 was going on a expedition in the deep sea metro after the whole fiasco with Agent 8 and commander Tartar and saving the entirety of inkopolis square and all of its people

● 3 was just looking around hallways and entrances and until that she found you and nearly splatting you because she thought that you were a sanitized octoling but she eventually took you up to the surface and took you in and now you live with her!

● she eventually had to show you the square and what it stores it had what weapons and how things work around here

● now she's a agent who saved a whole entire city from a major power problem and fought a giant robot ridden by old Octarian leader so if you want to she'll train you! By making you do chores.....

"ok so you want to be a Rough and tough agent like me do ya?"

You nodded with eagerness

3 smiled softly

"Ok so I all of my dirty laundry washed and folded by 12:30 am do I make myself clear?"

"Wha-"

She threw you a large pileful of nasty laundry on your hands and the smell of was so stinky your eyes were watering and you held your breath

*Mmhmm!"

● now Don't get her wrong she is training you but in the of way that it will strangely help you in the long run kind of training

● please at some point remind her to take a shower she doesn't focus on her own personal hygiene because she an agent and just cause she pretty much forgets about it daily and if she doesn't make her

● and also she keeps a good watch on you because since you are still kinda new to the surface and i would be dumb of her to not watch you do stuff that is EXTREMELY dumb

" Hey Y/n have you seen the TV remote anywhe- ARE YOU EATING METAL" 3 screamed out

"Yeah 4 said I needed to increase my iron " you said still biting on pure metal

...

"Be right back " she said irritated with gritted teeth and walking backwards as she closed the door

she lectured 4 for 3 hours after that

Now overall she will take care of you but must take of her yourself it's a kind of win win for both of ya.

And Done! Im sorry it's not long as my other ones but I hope you all can enjoy again stay cool stay safe and most importantly be on the nice side Dudes 👍

[throughtrialbyfire]

Thank you for answering my ask! Ok but now I have to hear about his family and mommy issues 👀 perhaps

oooo thank u again for another ask bc i have THOUGHTS

i dont have much figured out abt them yet but his family is. well. they do exist!!

his mother is the product of generational abuse that kept going, i think. she got the same silent treatment and need for praise as she passed on to her son. ciceros grandmother is not in the picture bc his mom hates her mother, and uses the "arent you glad im not THAT terrible of a parent" after doing the same shit to her son. lol. lmao even. and his mother treating him this way gave him an INTENSE need for praise. he would do anything for her and she would still find fault. and when she DID praise him, it was like the clouds parted. he'd done something RIGHT and now he just needed to keep doing things the Right Way for her praise. and i dont think his mother was an overwhelmingly cruel person. i think she taunted and teased him like a playground bully sometimes bc thats how she was also raised, and you work with the tools you're given in life. i think she regretted having a child bc of the circumstances he was brought into, like maybe not being able to provide for him the way she wished she could, so she took it out on him. and sometimes she was cruel, but it wasnt ciceros fault for being born.

i dont have much on his father other than hes not often around, but i think this has more to do with just not being Able to be around. no idea why yet.

anyways i dont think cicero exactly ran away, but i think a whirlwind of circumstances lead to him being on his own at 12, fending for himself. maybe he killed someone on accident during these years and didnt regret it, and felt fine with it, actually. and someone from the dark brotherhood found him, maybe out of pity taking him in, or maybe seeing he was capable of being trained into a damn good assassin. either way he wound up with them, wholly dedicated to the cause.

back to his mommy issues, the ordeal with his mother and how she raised him left a permanent mark. perhaps cicero, deep down, always looked to the night mother more than sithis in his own subconscious way, and having her coffin and her corpse being under his protection and having a mother figure who cannot scold him or scorn him or hurt him in any way.... maybe it wormed into his brain. this idea that the night mother has to love him. or that she cant exactly say she doesnt.

[vxnillite]

fluffy ZNoah drabble

Summary: it's just them training with gay tension and pining i cant come up with titles to save my life, sorry

Word count: 2212

[Edit: ok so i forgot to post this on ig, but then thought to edit it while i was here. nothing much changed, it even got 4 words shorter lol]

"I'm clocking out early today."

Kroi looked up from his work with genuine surprise. "But you're usually the last one out," he said.

Noah talked as they packed a small backpack with their water bottle and a change of clothes. They shrugged. "Z's giving me self-defense training or whatever."

"You agreed?"

"Shocked myself, too, actually." Noah slung a single strap over their left shoulder. "But she did have a point. She doesn't always come along for the school visits, and while the Na'vi are really skilled fighters, I guess it wouldn't be a bad thing if I were able to defend myself."

Grace emerged from the adjoined room. She looked oodly smug as she asked, "Is that the only reason?"

Noah raised a brow. "Should there be another?"

Kroi and Grace exchanged looks but said nothing. The latter smiled and patted Noah on the shoulder.

"Well, you've done enough at the lab today," she said, "Great work, as always."

The young scientist couldn't help but blush a bit, a bubble of pride swelling in their chest. They smiled. "Thanks, Grace."

"Alright, go get your strictly necessary training."

Kroi beamed, "See you at dinner, Noah!"

A slightly perplexed Noah waved goodbye as they left through the vacuum doors of the lab. They haven't told a soul, but they'd begun to notice the weird pattern of reaction whenever they mentioned the soldier to their friends, but Noah had never thought much of it, except that it was probably just a bunch of friendly yet fruitless teasing.

When the doors hissed to a close, then the other two scientists burst into lighthearted laughter.

"How are they so clueless," Kroi mused, "Z-Dog could outright tell Noah and they still wouldn't believe her."

"I made a bet with Dr. Patel that Noah might notice in two weeks."

The doctor mentioned chimed in from the other room, "You might as well hand me the money now, Dr. Augustine. That kid's never gonna notice that soldier girl's got a crush on them."

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Noah's phone buzzed incessantly while they were on their way to the SecOps wing, much to their annoyance. They already knew who was blowing their phone up and thought it better to just walk the entire way in relative peace. A few paces later, their phone still wouldn't shut up, so Noah yanked their phone out of their pocket and read the messages.

'u out yet?'

'where r u'

'hurry up im bored'

'stop ignoring my texts'

'damn u slow'

"Puta, ingay," Noah muttered to themselves as they punched in a response.

'omw :P'

'walk faster'

'no'

'oh i forgot'

'short legs ;)'

With a sharp click of the tongue, Noah quickly shoved their phone back in their pocket. The thought of just turning right back around and heading to their sleeping quarters instead seemed rather enticing now. As of late, Z had become bolder with teasing Noah around like that, and it's been driving them insane. The dumb jokes and that stupid laugh she made whenever she got a reaction out of Noah… All of it would be stuck in their head for hours, and Noah didn't know how to deal with it.

They started walking faster as they recognized the corridor leading to the SecOps training rooms. The volume of soldiers passing by was growing by the meter. Noah could feel the confused looks that some were throwing at them, while others, thankfully, seemed like they didn't give a crap about the scientist.

Noah looked closely at the room labels placed above the doors, trying to recall the room number Z had told them to go to—without much success.

Just how many training rooms do a bunch of these grease monkey musclebrains need?

Unfortunately, after racking their brain a bit more in vain, Noah had no choice but to ask Z. They were impatient enough as is, and they genuinely couldn't remember that tiny bit of information to save their life. They groaned as they pulled their phone back out of their pocket.

'room?'

'u forgot? :('

'nvm im going back'

Somewhere beside Noah, a bubblegum popped. "And, here I thought you were excited for training."

Noah jumped back a bit at Z just suddenly materializing in front of them. How did they not notice her?

Quickly composing themselves, Noah cleared their throat and said, "Stop playing games already. You were the one telling me to hurry up, weren't you?"

Z chuckled as she ruffled the scientist's hair. "Just wanted to see you sooner," she said, "Is that so wrong?"

Noah frantically pushed the hand off their head and looked around at the crowd in a panic. "Ugh, can you even hear yourself," they chided in hushed tones, "Just—! Let's just get to training already!"

They stormed off, and Z, knowing better, chased after Noah and pulled them along to the training room they'd be using, which was in the opposite direction that Noah was marching off to. Upon arrival, Noah checked first if it was empty. It was one of their conditions for this series of self-defense training with Z. The latter agreed, actually finding it ideal for her, too.

Satisfied that there was nary a human being in the room aside from them, Noah put their backpack down on a bench and plopped down beside it.

They looked up at Z expectantly. "So, what are we gonna do first," they asked.

Z stood across them, arms crossed under her chest. "First, have you ever had any sort of physical training before?"

Noah recounted their experiences on their fingers. "Failed high school phys-ed, used medical notes throughout college… Oh, and Kevin tried teaching me, but I guess I was a terrible student because I didn't learn shit."

"Oh, wow," Z chuckled, "We better get started then." 

The soldier cocked her head towards the small black bin by the door and spat the gum in her mouth straight in. The small spectacle shouldn't have been of any note to Noah, but it was. The fact lingered in the back of their mind, but they did their best to not let it show.

"Warm-up first," Z said as she motioned Noah over to the mat, "Some basic stretches can't be too hard for you, right?"

Noah snickered, "Don't count on it yet."

"Alright, nerd. Just follow my lead."

Z started doing some basic stretches. Noah seemed to be following along okay, but they kept tumbling over or losing their balance. At some point, it concerned Z, and she stopped stretching. When she spared Noah a little exasperated stare, the scientist stood up and looked back at her, confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Do the stretch we just did."

Although their brow was still raised, Noah just shrugged, then went back into the stretch. Z walked around them, humming in thought. When she came back to her spot, she had her conclusion.

"Your posture sucks, Noah," she said, trying not to laugh.

Noah immediately straightened up and clutched their braids, their eyes averted from Z in embarrassment in a fruitless attempt to hide their blushing face and ears. "Stop fucking giggling, you pinhead," they retorted, "It's not that bad!"

"Dude," the soldier wheezed, "It's why you keep falling over. It is that bad."

Noah twisted on their heel and began to storm off when Z caught their shoulders, then pulled them back towards the mat. "Don't just give up like that, idiot," she chuckled, "I didn't say I wouldn't help you."

"Still took a fucking sweet time to mock me, though," they huffed as they were dragged.

Z let them settle their feet back on the mat. "Alright, now do the stretch again."

"No."

"Noah."

"Ugh, fine."

A snarl and a string of curses came through as Noah redid the stretch. Z told them to relax as she went behind them and started correcting Noah's stance. But when she went to try and hold onto Noah's side, they jerked back and made a noise between a squeak and a yelp.

Noah, absolutely mortified, looked back at Z. It took the soldier a few seconds to process what she'd just heard.

"Was that… Was that you?"

Noah could feel their ears burning as frustration and humiliation created chaos within them. "You didn't fucking hear that!"

Z absolutely heard it, and she was suddenly in hysterics. "Noah, you're ticklish? Hah!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Oh my god. That's just cute," Z smirked, "Who would've thought?"

Noah thought their ticklishness was something stupid, embarrassing, and totally unbecoming of them — but never 'cute'. That tiny comment echoed in Noah's head, as well as the loud pounding of their heart. It felt extremely weird that, no matter how hard they thought, they couldn't come up with anything to snark back at Z with. So they just stood there, stunned, hair pulled over their reddened ears. The same couldn't be done to hide their face though, as it burned a deep, cherry red.

"You're blushing," the soldier teased.

Noah hissed, "I know that!"

Z's laughter trailed into a softer chuckle, then she asked, "How sensitive are you?"

Silence.

Z put a hand on her waist, looking expectantly at Noah. "I'm not trying to tease. I'm asking so I know how to help you in training."

Noah answered reluctantly, "It's really bad when I'm taken by surprise, like what you did just now. But I think if I see it coming…  it wouldn't bother me as much."

Having absorbed that little bit of information, Z went behind Noah again. As she guided them into the right position, she'd tell Noah beforehand if she was going to touch them and where. Noah still jerked back on reflex, but they tolerated the annoying tingling sensations until they actually eased into a sense of comfort. The feeling of Z's firm, heavy grip lingered on the areas she would touch, and it rendered Noah quite complacent to the soldier's instructions and helplessly flustered from the tiniest bits of praise.

When they got through the warm-up, Noah could barely feel their muscles burning over the heat they felt in their face. As soon as Z stepped away from them, Noah ran to the bench and chugged their water, purposefully turned away from Z as they mentally tried to calm themselves down.

It wasn't working that well.

"If you were that thirsty, you could've told me," Z said, both teasing and concerned. "And, don't drown yourself."

Noah drank almost the entire bottle of water and was panting as if they'd run a marathon when they put the tumbler down. They wiped away any stray water trails with the back of their hand, then turned back around to face Z.

"What's next," they huffed, expression steeled as if they weren't blushing crazily just moments ago.

Cute, Z thought. She stifled her laughter out of consideration for Noah's determination. "Alright, we'll start with the basics: just punching and kicking. Nothing too complicated"

An hour later, Noah was lying spread-eagled on the mat, drenched in sweat and eyes closed as they struggled to catch their breath. Every muscle in their body was screaming and Noah listened to their plea. They stayed still on the mat while Z looked on.

She snickered, "So, want to move on to lesson 2?"

Noah raised a middle finger at her, only for it to drop back down on the mat. They earned a hearty laugh from the soldier.

Z got her tumbler and Noah's towel from their bag, then handed both items to them, whom she had to pull up to a sitting position. They flung the towel on their head and started chugging down the bottle. It was empty in seconds.

"Ah, shit," they muttered, frowning at the empty bottle. Then they looked up at Z, their gaze soft and apologetic. "Sorry about that."

Z sat beside them. "Nah, it's fine," she said, "I've got an extra bottle in my bag."

"I'm real shitty at this physical stuff," Noah sighed. Training was rough, but halfway through it , they actually started having fun. They had to admit—and they really didn't expect it—their teacher was a pretty good one. But they couldn't help but feel bad about being so crap at following her directions at times.

Z laughed, "Yeah, you are." She patted Noah on the back and smiled. "But, you did good today. Tripped a few times, but hey, baby steps, right?"

Noah lightened up at the comment. "Right," they nodded. "Oh, by the way, I've got a pack of bubblegum in my bag. It's your favorite."

"You remember my favorite bubble gum flavor?"

"Uh, yeah, 'cus you're never not chewing on one."

Z suddenly tackled Noah into a headlock, laughing loudly as they tried to squirm out from under her arm to no avail.

"Isn't that sweet of you," she chuckled.

"Gago, bitawan mo nga 'ko!" [T/N: Let go of me!]

They tried pushing her off, but Noah's arms were twigs in strength compared to Z's. Yet as they cursed out the soldier, Noah was grinning and laughing along with her. Eventually, Z loosened her arm around their neck, and rested it over their shoulder. They didn't try to remove it.

"Same time tomorrow," they asked.

"You don't mind?"

Noah shook their head. Z grinned.

"It's a date, then."

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

It meant something

Cw: Angst, Cheating

You’ve taken an interest in horseback riding since you were a child, you’ve had many trainers over the years and more to come. You’ve moved trainers and landed with a unique personality. Your trainers name was Johnathan Joestar but everyone seemed to just call him “Johnny” or “Jojo” for short.. you two grew fond of one another. He’s been training you for almost 3 years and every time you’re with him your heart starts racing and you start to lack conscious thinking. Saying the most random things. He’d laugh them off but you still would feel embarrassed

One day during your lesson he decide you two need to take a quick break before moving on to the next thing.

“Hey y/n. Would you like some lemonade? My wife made a glass.”

You’ve never liked Rina. Not one bit…but you took the lemonade just to be kind

“Oh sure. Thank you Mr. Joestar”

Rina came over to you after she went to Johnny and handed you your lemonade

“Thank you Mrs. Rina”

She nodded and walked away

Im your mind you wanted to throw that glass right at her and ruin the dress her husband bought her.. but of course you didn’t.

“Y/n!” You snapped your head towards Johnnys direction “When you’re done, go over to there and practice your jumping. You’ve been a bit off lately”

“Yes sir.” You finished your drink and handed the glass to your instructor, then making your way to the poles.

This was torture. Watching Johnny love another women. You wanted to quit riding near him all together, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Your anger made you a scary rider. You were riding with your feelings and not your brain or intuition. Who knows what kind of things could happen from that..

Soon you finished your lessons for the day and lead johnnys horse back towards her stall

Johnny noticed this

“Y/n. What’s the hurry? Got somewhere to be?”

You snapped back “yes actually. My home.”

He felt hurt but didn’t let it show. He grabbed you gently by the shoulder

“Well hey! we’re having dinner pretty soon, im sure you have enough time to sit down and eat huh?” He chuckled a bit “my wife’s making an amazing dish that her mother taught her!”

“I’m fine. I’m making dinner at my house when I get back.” You pulled away from his grasp.

“Oh.. well alright y/n. There’s always a place in my home for you.” He began to walk away as did you

That afternoon before you got home you decide it would be a good idea to go shopping for some new riding outfits, maybe that would show Johnny that you were, in fact, better than Rina.

You made your way to the local clothing store and picked out a few pairs of pants and some shirts to match. Then the back of the store caught your eye. Lingerie. You saw it and thought of him. He made your heart flutter and your thighs rub against one another. Johnny was the man you’ve been searching for, he lit a fire in you when you saw him. You picked out a set with a matching robe for some extra spice. Dark blue and white.. with pink accents. It was perfect. You didn’t have a reason to wear it anytime soon but it was still good in case.

You made your way home, watching the stars go by and the moon disappear behind the clouds

“Ma’am, you’ve got a call. Do you want me to answer it?” The man who worked for your family asked

“Who is it?”

“A Mrs. Rina Joestar”

You sighed. “I’ll get it.”

You answered the phone

“Hello?”

“Hey y/n! It’s me Rina! Care to come over for dinner after your lessons tomorrow?”

“I-I guess so.. Is johnny going to be ok with me coming over?”

“He doesn’t mind I promise!” It went quiet,

“I guess I’ll come over. What time should I be there?”

“Don’t worry about getting here, johnny will pick you up. Just be ready by 6”

“Ok then. Goodnight Rina.”

“Goodnight y/n”

Then you hung up

‘That was so weird’ you thought as you headed to the shower to get ready for bed, you took your shower, brushed your teeth and set out your clothes for tomorrows lesson and the night with Johnny and Rina, then an idea stuck, the lingerie.. you were going to wear it under your clothes. If things happened then things happened. You wouldn’t mind.

You couldn’t sleep all night because of the anticipation you were feeling.

‘Does he know?’ ‘Does he like me back?’ Raced through your mind all night.

The next morning was even more nerve racking. You did your morning chores of feeding your own horses and getting dressed to go do your lessons in the clothes you bought the night before.

When you were getting ready you saw the lingerie and not a thought crossed your mind, you stuffed it into your bag with your extra clothes for lessons. You knew it wasn’t right but you couldn’t help it..

You made your way over to johnnys for said lessons

“Good morning y/n” Johnnys other employees greeted you.

“Good morning” you shouted back as you walked away to gather slow dancer. That was Johnnys favorite horse, they’ve been through everything together. She was wise and she was easy to control, that’s why you both liked her.

“Oh hello Y/n!” Johnny greeted you as you walk in the stables

“Hi Johnny. What’s going on?”

“Just getting slow dancer ready for you. Sometimes people just need a hand, I don’t you to stress too much” he laughed

You laughed a little with him.

Johnny took Slow dancer out to the pins where you practiced.

“Thank you, Johnathan.” You smiled and took the reins from him as you got onto the horse

“Not a problem” he smiled back

You cantered around a little to warm up you and the horse, soon developing into a gallop as you began to ride around on her.

The day flew by fast, training was over, time to get ready and go home to get dressed. You were about to get off Slow dancer, but Johnny helped you. He reached his hand out for yours

“Augh thank you johnny. My arms hurt so bad from yesterday” you chuckled

“Of course, I’ve always got you y/n.” He chuckled back

“Well, I’ve got to go home and get ready for tonight.”

Johnny went silent and the spoke “well y/n, you’re already here, why not stay? You can get ready here.. I wouldn’t mind and I’m sure Rina wouldn’t either”

“Well what about my clothes?”

“While I was buying Rina a dress I went ahead and bought you one too, I didn’t know your measurements but you and Rina look pretty similar in size so I bought one a little smaller than that.”

“Oh wow, thanks Johnny. I- I really appreciate it!”

“No problem y/n, now go get ready.”

You walked off to the separate area where his home sat. His house was beautiful, everything was so clean you’d expect no one lived here at all. You met Rina in the hall on your way to the bathroom.

“Oh hello y/n! Weren’t you supposed to be getting ready? What are you doing up here?”

“Johnathan told me I could get ready here, is that ok with you?”

“Oh of course bathrooms that way” she pointed to the bathroom

You thanked her and headed to the bathroom

You were getting undressed to take your shower and did had to admit you were taking a long time since you were trying to figure everything out still.

No sooner than when you took off your panties, Johnny walked in.

“I- oh My god! Y/n I’m sorry! I- I thought you had already left I’m so sorry! I- I’ll leave!”

Your face and his burned hotter than the sun

Your mind was in scrambles, you made an irrational decision based on desire and desire alone.

You pulled him in.

“Johnny..I’ve wanted you for so long. I- I can’t bear this anymore. Please..” you leaned into his neck “please take me~” your breath was hot on his neck. He felt chills go down his spine

“But- y-y/n im married.. you know that.”

“I know jojo.. it will only be one time, im sure you’re the one for me. I need you” You slipped on your knees and Undid his pants. Cock springing out as you did so.

You took him into your hand and pumped him a few times before taking him into your mouth completely. Kissing the head as you did so. His body was on fire but but heart was aching with guilt..

“Y- f-fuck y/n.. what if Rina finds out..”

“She won’t jojo. Just relax..” you continued you suck his cock, he pushed your head down a little feeling you gag around his cock. He moaned your name in response.

He began to fuck your throat and moan lowly. After a few more pumps he came down your throat with a sigh.

“F-fuck..”

you wiped your mouth.

“Ok jojo. I’m going to get in the shower now.” You blew a kiss to him. He zipped his pants back up and left, still shocked from his orgasm.

a few more minutes of you showering, and you decide it was time to get out and get dressed. You did lite makeup and your hair. Then it was time for the lingerie, your heart was racing.. you put it on and put your dress on over it. The dress hugged you wonderfully.. Johnny didn’t mention this but he bought you a pair of heels that went with the dress. When you were ready you went down to the dining room, Johnnys face still tinted with a light blush..

“Oh y/n there you are! You took so long honey!” Rina joked around

You rolled your eyes at it but smiled and laughed.

“That dress looks wonderful on you.” Johnny gushed, Rina praised In agreement.

“Thank you so much, it’s one of my favorites now” you giggled

“My pleasure..” Johnnys eyes wondered your body ”.. Rina helped me pick it out. I wasn’t so sure what kind of color would fit a women like you” he flashed a toothy grin

You smiled in response

“Well I love it more than before.” You smiled at Rina and laughed about it with them for a little bit.

Rina eventually brought the food in and made the plates for you three.

“This is delicious, Mrs. Joestar”

“Oh dear it’s just something I whipped up” she did a giggle.

You started a conversation with Johnny and Rina.

“So Rina,” she looked at you “how long have you and Johnny been married?” You slipped your foot out of your heel and pushed on johnnys cock. His face went red as he tried to finish what food he had out in his mouth

“5 years now! I know this sounds cheesy so forgive me, but I loved him as soon as I met him. I knew he was the one for me as soon as we met on the boat to Europe after the steel ball run race” you pushed on johnnys hardening cock and looked at him “Aww that is so sweet.” punctuating the sentence with a rub of his cock under the table. He trembled as he held back a moan.

“Johnny? You ok~? You look a little red..” You hissed at him

“Y-yea im fine. Just tired..”

“Oh it is kind of late isn’t it..” Rina spoke once more “much to late for you to go home by yourself! Y/n stay the night won’t you.” You agreed. Rina then got up and began to pick if the dishes as take them to the sink.. leaving you and Johnny alone together, foot still on his cock; rubbing it.

“Y/n.. I- I can’t do this here.. please let’s go somewhere else..” he whispered

“Oh johnny. Have you no shame.. your wife loves you and this is how you repay her..” you got up from your chair and pulled him by the collar into the guest bedroom.

Stripping him if his clothing and stripping yours off aswell.

“Wow.. you’re so beautiful, darling..” he spoke

You moved towards him and hovered him.

His hands roamed over your body, feeling your lingerie.

“Just for me?”

“Mhm” you nodded

“Oh jeez.. that’s so sweet y/n..” he kissed you and you kissed him back harder.

His cock poked your panties now and all you wanted to do was take all of him into you and let him use you however he wanted…

You pulled your panties to the side and lined his cock up with your entrance. He moaned at the sudden warmth

“I want you Johnny. Please use me however you want…” your voice was soft . Johnny gulped as he put his rough hands onto your hips and helped guid you down onto his cock. He hissed out a string of slurred curse words, as well as your name

“You feel- mm- good Johnny..” you moaned into your arm as you finished sliding down all of his length

“You do too baby~” Johnny played with one of your exposed nipples.

You tried to move but he wouldn’t let you he held you in place. You walls warming his cock for him

“Be a good girl and warm my cock for me..” he kissed your hand and you shivered..

He twisted and pinched your nipples , occasionally sucking them.

“I want you Johnny.. can you please just fuck me already.. I need it.”

Hes smirked

“Oh you do? How bad then darling?” He bucked his hips into you

“A- s-so bad Jojo p-please!”

He smacked his hand onto your mouth.

“Quiet begging so loud now, y/n. I would hate for us to get caught.” He smirked

“How about i Fuck you full of my seed? Does that sound good to you princess?”

You nodded

“Alright then..” he flipped you over onto your back and began to thrust into you, your juices making wet noises together

“Ah- j-j-Johnny! You fee-feel so good!!”

He held your throat, quieting you down.

“You feel amazing y/n.. I want to cum in you.. I love you”

Your heart began to flutter.. he loved you?

He loved you! He didn’t love Rina, only you! This was the best moment of your life

“Im going to cum soon darling..”

“Please, fill me.. I want to be full with your cum!”

He came inside of you after a few more pumps

He reached down to run your clit and help you finish. You clenched around his cock and moaned into your hands as your orgasm washed over you..

the door clicked open, it was Rina..

“Johnny.. y/n…?” She began to tear up “what going on here..” she dropped the blankets that she was holding. Wiping her tears away

“Rina. Wait!” Johnny put his pants back on and chased after her

“I- Rina baby! Im sorry it- it didn’t mean anything!”

“No johnathan Joestar. It meant something… I can feel it.” She took her ring off and threw it at him

“How could you..” she walked away

He ran to the door and watched her walk away from the house they shared.

Soon walking back in to your comforting embrace.

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[peachyteabuck]

Okay.

*inhales.*

This will be a long one.

*exhales.*

So. For the first few weeks my manager and I were getting along. I had a lil crush on her at the start because she literally looked like a dyke. Sorry. My gay fucking brain can only think everyone is queer. She literally has tattoos all over, rainbow PIXIE hair, slightly shaved, has dogs and cats, like???? Um screams dyke to me but sadly y'all she's straight as ever.

Which makes sense.

Anyways.

Cut to a few weeks ago, I jokingly asked if she could dye my hair one day, because she kept on saying repeatedly I can ask her for anything and everything and come to her for anything I needed. So. My dumb, oblivious naive ass took that. Because shes older.

Anyways.

My crush disposed eventually, I had a long discussion abt it with my mates and my gf (were both poly before anyone freaks) so shes like warming me and I'm to naive to see it. I've been in this mentality to impress her as much as I can, do whatever she asks me to do, obey, do my job right, get my paycheck, go home, cry and sleep.

I was trying to get on everyone's good side, still am, they're all very nice people, who are accepting with letting me be called by my preferred name, and I don't take that for granted in a world like this.

So, cut to the Saturday I get my hair done at her place because she insisted. So. I travel on a train, a short trip, to hers and everything seemed to go okay. I got to dye my hair a cool few colours, I thought we bonded idk, she introduced me to new music and I did the same, we chatted, I met her adorable cats.

All was well.

Until I got a message from my co worker saying we need to have a chat because apparently my manager was getting uncomfortable with how close we are getting. That we should be kept as work relationship thingy. See. This is my first job I've ever had in years. I don't have much experience with what is right and wrong and how things go in the workplace.

I'm still learning.

So, she brings in not only my co worker, but another manager who knew my manager (the one I went to get my hair done) for ten years. And another co worker.

Basically. All of it is fucking stupid. My gf says she can't even properly communicate. Can't even come to me about it. Saying I've done nothing wrong over and over, that in good at my job, today she finally spoke to me, but she told me she didn't like how I say slay, and I was like ok???? Because it annoyed her.

Anyways <3

I haven't gotten any decent sleep in the last month because of this. She scares me. Everyone tells me I am ok and I did nothing wrong.

Btw. She's 34 and im 21.

My gf is also not impressed.

I'm no longer attracted to her (I lie)

I'm so sorry for this being long, but, yk. Tea.

In conclusion: don't become friends with your manager.

why would she invite YOU to HER HOUSE if she was uncomfortable?? my god??

[guavagyu]

bronzer - yoon jeonghan

this is part 4 of the eyeshadow series!!!

request: “request: jeonghan fanfic where new stylist/makeup artist and jeonghan fall in love? slow burn, sexual tension, secret relationship typa thang ;) <3!”

just realized i haven't been writing w slow burn or sexual tension at all, im sorry if ur disappointed anon </33

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ITALIC words represent thoughts!!

wc: 755

content: non-idol!au, model!jeonghan, stylist!reader, makeup-artist!reader, swearing, fluff, sol ig, lmk if there are more!

NOT proofread!

recap:

what the hell was i thinking? zoning out like that while staring at him? jeonghan probably thinks he’s stuck working with a creep. this is great.

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monday! (y/n's pov!)

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5:45 am was when your alarm rang. saturday was draining, and sunday was just spent by you gaining your composure, doing self-care, everything you possibly could to prepare you for the most dreaded day of the week; monday. today, you had even more reason to hate today. today was the day you had to face jeonghan again, which made it even more dreadful after your interesting encounter on saturday afternoon.

after a few more minutes, you groaned as you dragged yourself out of bed. you trudged over to your closet and picked out a simple grey blouse, bell-bottom dress pants, and black heels. obviously, you needed some avocado toast with scrambled eggs and a latte to start your day, hopefully giving it a push in a good direction. after finishing your food and coffee, you brushed your teeth, washed your face, threw on a simple makeup look, and headed out the door.

it was 6:13 when you parked your car and arrived at Reminiscence. you got greeted by a few of your new co-workers on your way in, glad to see that everything you needed had already been provided for you; a beautiful room packed full of amazing clothes and makeup. what more could i ask for? oh. right. haha. ugh, i wish that whole staring incident never happened.

you settled down into your room, exploring and trying to figure out where everything was. okay, thats where more clothes are..holy shit i get a coffee machine??? i love my job! as you explored for a few more minutes, co-workers were knocking and entering in hopes to introduce themselves, and most were great, genuine people. of course there were a couple weird people, but it’s nothing to worry about.

you were by yourself until 6:34 am, when the person you wished would never speak to you again walked in. you wanted to crumble and die right there, the embarrassment overwhelming you,

“hi..” jeonghan started, a bit awkwardly from saturday’s interaction,

“h-hi..uh..one thing! i just wanted to apologize again for..um..saturday. it was inappropriate and super rude a-” you blushed, trying to explain yourself and apologize to the best of your abilities,

“hey, y/n, it’s fine. just like you told me last week, don’t mention it. okay? it’s fine, everybody zones out. please stop worrying about it, alright?" he tried to comfort you, but it didn't accomplish much,

"well, could i at least buy you a coffee or dinner or something?" the urge to redeem yourself even if it wasn't necessary was taking over your entire sense of judgement,

"..maybe," he sighed

"ok, that's a start," you shrugged, “thanks, jeonghan. means a lot,” you smile

“no problem, just please stop worrying about it, mkay?”

“promise,” you giggled, and started your work day. picking out outfits that fit the necessary concepts for this month’s issue, touching up with dabs of eyeshadow; anything that needed to be done.

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6 pm!! the workday is over <3

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holy shit. it was finally 6 pm. MONDAY IS OVER! I'M FREE! now i can finally go home and-

"hey," jeonghan called out, breaking your train of thought,

"hm?"

"you still owe me dinner," he teased,

"huh? oh, okay," you quickly gave up on trying to argue, it was pointless when he used your own words against you, "so where'd you wanna go?"

"how 'bout that one place down the block? it's a 5-minute drive, and the place is really chill,"

"sounds great! do you need me to take you there?" you asked, not trying to be rude and just leave him here all alone,

"actually, yeah that'd be great. sorry, i just decided to walk here today, it was like 8 minutes," he explained, sort of embarrassed to have to rely on you for quick transportation,

"no worries, it'd be no trouble at all. just get done and meet me at the entrance of the building in 5?"

"sounds great," he smiled as you left to let him gather his things and clean up whatever needed to be cleaned,

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jeonghan's pov!

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this is JUST a normal thing. y/n is only taking me out for dinner as a coworker. we are COWORKERS!! nothing can truly happen. ugh why does it have to be like this? ever since i bumped into them 2 weeks ago i can't stop thinking about them. the more i'm around y/n the harder it is to stay calm. am i crazy? am i an absolute creep? i hope i don't do something absolutely stupid during dinner.

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[twoheartshookingup]

Boxes | r.h.

Summary: it’s your last day at swat, but things end up being completely different to what you’d expected. Part three of kitten and claws.

Warning: fingering, mild breath play, thigh riding, bondage, humiliation, degradation, nipple play, spanking, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, rough sex, orgasm denial.

One more shift. One. More. Shift.

Your locker was nearly empty, just a change of clothes and your spare water bottle left in it and you’d take them home that evening. You’d been saying goodbye to people during the week, Rocker giving you a giant hug as he left the day before. It was breaking your heart to say goodbye to so many people.

“You ready?” You spun around, Street there smiling that he’d made you jump. He gave you a grin, holding his hands out to steady you.

“Yeah, sorry. Still doesn’t feel real.”

“It’s not gonna. We’re really gonna miss you.”

You followed him out to the training area, laughing as you watched the rest of your team spar. By mutual agreement you were the judge for each bout, laughing as everyone tried doing more trick shots to make you smile. For the first time in months - since you’d started sleeping with Him - you felt at peace and as yourself. It was laughter and jokes, a rarity in your high stress work environment, but you got to enjoy it.

Until Hicks came out and called for you all.

“Twenty Squad, reports of a hostage situation. You’re needed.”

The mood flipped and you geared up in a moment, running to Black Betty and Luca driving you away. Hondo gave the information that he had as you went, everyone checking their gear and weapons as you made your way there.

“And remember, stay liquid. We’ve got drinks tonight that I don’t want to happen in a hospital room.” He nodded at you and you smiled, helmet on ready to go.

It ended up being easier than anticipated in the end, two scared kids who wanted to rob a bank to pay their mother’s medical debt. Between them giving up quickly and nobody hurt with no property damage they hadn’t completely ruined their lives, and it was left for the rest of the LAPD units to finish up. Until your name was called and a friend ran up to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were staying at swat?” Lopez asked, and you were immediately confused.

“Today’s my last day. This is probably my last call. Why?”

“We got a call from your commander to withdraw the request, you were staying at swat. I was surprised you hadn’t told me!”

Bobby. Fucking Bobby.

“Im not sure…I’ll call you later?” She nodded and you jogged back to Black Betty, rage flowing through you. You’d made the decision. You were leaving. You were done with him and swat and now he’d made this choice for you to keep you there? How could he? How dare he?

Your anger continued to grow on the ride back, half comments responded to by your team. Before you could go find Hicks, however, Deacon stopped you and pulled you aside.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you took a breath, nodding.

“Fine. I just need to check some stuff out with Hicks.”

“Stuff?” He didn’t believe you, and you could feel your control start to shake.

“About my transfer. I need to be sure it went through ok.”

He let you go with a squeeze and a warning look, but you couldn’t get distracted. You needed to know what was happening. You needed Robert Hicks out of your life for good.

When you knocked on his office door his “come in” was slightly muffled, but you walked in standing tall, eyes immediately drawn to the pile of boxes in the middle of it.

“Hi…” he looked up at you and for a moment you thought you saw fear on his face.

“What’s happening here?”

The silence stretched longer than it should have as you realised you’d overstepped your boundaries. It wasn’t a question you should have asked.

“I need my stuff out by this evening.”

“Why?”

You could have heard a pin drop between the two of you, the pain from it being your Bobby standing in front of you too much to bear. You knew him, knew who he was. Could tell that he’d lost weight and wasn’t himself.

“I’m retiring effective today. I cancelled your transfer, I figured if I wasn’t here you could stay. I’ll be gone this evening.”

“You did what?” The weight of his words hit you like a gunshot, staring at him. You didn’t think your whisper could even be heard, but he always knew what you meant.

“They’d been bugging me to retire, it felt like the right time. You deserve to be here. To stay. So stay.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” The anger you’d felt had an outlet and it began to pour from you, the months of sadness and longing and the pain from walking away two weeks before. “I can’t stay here. I don’t want to stay here. Every moment here when you’re not makes me feel like I chased you away. Like I made you leave. And every moment I spend in this stupid building I just think about you. About how I miss you. How I was going to give up swat for you but then you didn’t even have that conversation with me. I can’t keep working here and be haunted. And you can’t even give me that, can you? You claim you loved me, but you can’t even let me do what I want.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted, like you were finally free. Like it was done. You could do a million other things than be a cop if you needed to. Leave LA, get a job in security somewhere. Something easier than this.

“I’m leaving because I love you. Not loved, love.” Your jaw was open, attempting to speak but you couldn’t find your voice before he began speaking. “Because for the first time since I lost Barb, I’m in love. And the one thing I didn’t do in that relationship was put work second, and I’m damned if I’m making that mistake again. I want us. So will you please just let me love you so we can be happy?”

“Yes.”

You weren’t sure you’d said it, couldn’t be sure it was real. It felt like a dream for a moment as you stared at Bobby. Neither of you spoke and for a wonderful, terrifying second you were afraid it was the wrong thing.

“Oh thank God.” His lips were on yours as your arms and his wound around the other, pulling you close. He held you tightly and you got to breathe in the scent of his deodorant and just him again. This was real. It was happening.

“I love you.” You hadn’t gotten to say it before, but he grinned as you spoke, reaching for another kiss. But you had to separate, too aware that the office wasn’t where this reunion should be.

“My place tonight?” You nodded and squeezed his hand in goodbye, going back to work with a spring in your step.

You didn’t have to tell your team you weren’t leaving, Bobby did that for you. Just before everyone left for the day he stopped the group, staring at you all.

“I needed to let you all know that today was my last day at LAPD. It’s time for me to hang it up. Thank you.” It was short and to the point, and undeniably him. The seven of you were about to leave when your name was called.

“By the way. With all of the changes your transfer was denied. Try again in a few months, you’re better off.”

The drinks were abandoned, Luca planning a big party the following week. Instead you said your goodbyes and drove straight to Bobby’s, not willing to spend any extra time away from him. He had the same desire, and less than ten minutes after you pulled up he arrived.

“I thought you’d want to say goodbye there,” you murmured in between kisses, smiling at every one of them.

“I’ve more important things to do, Kitten,” came the fevered response as you slid onto the kitchen table, hands groping at your tits while you pulled his belt.

“Calm, I’m going to give you everything you need.” Bobby’s hand was on your neck, gentle firm pressure making you so aware of what was happening. “But if you don’t have patience I’ll put that belt around your neck just to show you what you are for me.”

The words should have been demeaning in any other context, should have upset you and made you angry. But instead you nodded with wide eyes, pleading wordlessly for him to just touch you.

“So good for me.” Your groan as his fingers slid into your underwear couldn’t be muffled, two long fingers pumping into you as you humped his hand in desperate need. The heel of his hand would hit off your clit every few seconds, desperation filling you as you felt it.

“Please. Please, more. I need more. Please.” You didn’t know what you were begging, just that you were and you needed it so much. You needed him, it was always Bobby. Your North Star, the man who’d made you fall in love without even realising. It was as easy as breathing.

You didn’t know how it happened, but you were both basically naked as he led you to the couch, fingers still deep in you like a leash. Your tits were out of the cups of the bra you’d worn, the soft cotton of your tee holding your arms behind your back. All your partner wore was his underwear, but they wouldn’t last long as he settled on the couch. You went to get into position but he pushed you off, settling you on his thigh and removing his fingers from you. Instead your juices were spread across your chest, each nipple getting a pinch as he brushed over it.

“Show me the work you’ll do, Kitten. I want to see you ride my thigh like my good toy.” The degradation made your cunt clench as you pushed down, desperate for any friction. You ground down, tits bouncing and hair flying as you focused on the sensations flying through your body. Bobby took each of your nipples, pulling them taut and little jolts of pain mixed with your pleasure as you threw your head back, focusing only on going faster. Your moans grew louder, need filling your body as you continued.

“Stop.” It was a sharp spank to each tit that brought you back from the edge, so close you could taste your orgasm. But you looked at Bobby and knew it wouldn’t be this easy. “On your knees. I haven’t gotten to see you like that in too long. Want to be good and take my cock in that throat of yours?”

You just nodded and moved, settling on your knees in front of him. It was the moment that you knew this wasn’t going to be slow and gentle, that he was going to ruin you in a few motions. Not that you could really care, your libido was running the show. But it was hands on your hair, gripping tightly and sliding you down onto him.

The first few moments let you get used to the sensation, used to having him in your mouth. But once he was happy with what you were doing he started fucking your face. It was slow to begin with, the glug glug sound from deep in your throat spurring him in until you were gagging on each thrust, sucking and licking wherever you could get. Every sensation was more, the way he sounded and tasted, the way your body just knew how to react. How when he finally pulled out of your mouth you knew you were a mess, drool running down your tits and your mascara and lipstick ruined.

“Such a pretty mess. Have you earned getting fucked?” If the words were any less degrading it would sound sweet, but it was taunting from him. Taunting the way you’d been used so far, the mess he’d made of you. The way all you wanted was him.

“Please. I need…” you trailed off, but his finger under your chin forcing you to look at him made you continue. “I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please.”

“Let’s see how much you need it.” He helped you up, ever the gentleman. At least until he plunged two fingers to see just how wet you were. “Perfect for me like this. So good and wet.”

Riding him was a blur of sensation and need, his fingers on your clit as you bounced, tits palmed and played with as you kept going. It was mindless begging as you tried getting him to let you cum, but every time you were close his hand was pulled away.

“Please, Bobby. Please let me cum, I need it. I need you to let me cum. Please!” The words ran together but he understood, rubbing your clit frantically.

“Let me feel you. Cum right here, let me feel how you do it.”

It was one of the best orgasms of your life, collapsing against his chest as it finished when your limbs no longer wanted to support you. His thrusts had become stuttered, the groan you knew so well that meant he’d cum too your guide for when he pulled you to him.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, squeezing you tightly.

“I love you too.”

It didn’t take long for the two of you to shower, Bobby offering you a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt to wear while he cooked dinner. There was still so much to decide - when would your friends be told, how would things work out. But right there, his legs intertwined with yours on the couch as you ate an excellent meal, none of it mattered. Because for the first time since the entire sordid tale had begun, you were happy. And that was worth whatever people said.

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Wee AN, but parts two and three would never have happened without @smaoineamhsalach. Rí, you are wonderful, and I feel very lucky to call you my friend. I hope this won’t get me killed.

[lululemon1111]

those ocean blue eyes

note: this is my first story so pls dont hate on it and this is a aounug x FM reader so if you have any ideas pls tell me i dont mind it

you are apart of the sully and you are only 1 year younger then Neteyam so you kinda take after him you always are by tuk, she loves to play with you and go in to the forest with you one day she was begging to spend time with you but jake said no only because you had training "but dad we were going to make flower crowns" tuk said "im sorry princes she has training she cant miss this" jake explained to tuk but tuk sill wanted to so you steeped in "tuk how about this once i finish my training we can make the flower crowns ok i promise" you tryed to calim down tuk but all she could do is pout then say ok jake called you because its was time to start training you said bye to tuk and ran to your Ikran and flow off with Jake,lo'ak, and nateyam after ariving in the middel of the forest you all got off you ikran and started looking for pray and you found a viperwolf and you called the boys out of no where 3 more came out behind yall so you and Jake attached the 3 behind yall and nateyam and lo'ak attacked the other 2 when you were fighting one, one of them bit your leg but you and the boys were able to kill them all and had lots of food but your leg hurt like hell you tryed to walk but you fell "omg y/n are you ok "lo'ak asked you can hear the worries in his voice and Jake can next to you and looked at your leg "shit its bad we need to get you to Mo'ta now" jake picked you up and you flow with him nateyam took your ikran back so he was a bit behind of yall onec yall got there Jake ran to mo'ta and once she saw your leg she told jake to put you on the bed and leave "oh my put her here fast and call kiri for me fast go go" once kiri got there they worked together to patch you up kiri worked on any other Brussels you had and mo'ta worked on your leg, weeks later your leg healed a bit but it still was bad so that means you couldn't go on missions or hunting so you stayed with tuk Jake and the other warriors came back from a mission and lo'ak and nateyam were hurt bad by a accident later on after jake finished yelling at them neytiri and jake were auguring about leaving the next day they told yall we will be leaving the forest to go live with the metkayina clan

it felt like you been flying for days and you were so tired and then yall finally saw the clan and you all flow done and lo'ak helped you get down nateyam just laughed a bit only because he knows how much lo'ak is protective over you " are you ok does it hurt" lo'ak was asking so many qouestions to make sure you are ok nateyam put his hand on his arm "ok stop asking so many questions before you hurt her head" jake told yall to get behind him out of no where two boys come out the people moved so they can pass you thought they were like special or somthing they were making fun of your brothers and you sended death glares at them then a girl come out of the water and that caught lo'ak's eye and now it was you holding him up instead she came and hit one of the boys "stop ao'unug and rotxo" so thats his name ao'unug then a man came in fought with his mate "jake what is that you need" jake looked at neytiri and then back at him "im here looking for safety for my family" then ronal walkes around you and your siblings she pickes up tuks arm "there aems are small they will be slow in the water" then she goes my you and your brothers she raies lo'ak's hand " THEY HAVE DEMON BLOOD" you snach his hand back she grabes you tail "there tail is small how will they swim" she then looks at your leg and see its all red by the blood she then looks at you and ask what happened " i got attached by a viperwolf when i was hunting" you explained to her then she walks back at her mate the talk what feels like forever then tonowari sayes " jake and his family will stay with us treat the like brother and sisters" jake and neytiri and tuk say thank you first then followed by kiri,lo'ak, you and nateyam and then tonowari sayses "my kids ao'unug and tsireya will show your kids our way" ao'unug digressed but his father shut him down tsireya says "come i will show you your new home" but ronal called you "you girl once you are done come to my pod" you simply noded and and left once you finished tsireya said she will take you to her mother once both of you arived she asked tsireya to bring some stuff to help you she unpacked your rap and cleaned your wound and after she was done she told you " you need to rest so you can go to any training or anything and if you like you can help me so you are not alone and i can keep a eye on you and who knows you can learn a thing or two" you agreed knowing you won win if you try.

[some1stolemytoast]

Simon "ghost" Riley X F!reader Medic

♡︎ 🇦  🇱 🇴 🇹  ♡︎

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Summary: you were a medic in the military base.you were pretty famous among the boys because of your charmings and yea you were pretty And then as you were checking some tests of an sergeant someone knocked on the door it was L.T ghost.

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One day you were checking some important tests of an sergeant and suddenly someone knocked on the door "please come in" i said with a flinch the door flew open. it was a big muscled man and ofcourse it was lieutenant ghost. "Oh its L.T ghost huh so what brings you here?" I asked him with a gorgeous smile " oh i uhhhh...i hurted my arm a little so i was thinking if you can-" i cuted him while he was talking. "Huh where let me see" maybe at first he was feeling hesitated to put his sleeves up so you did it by your self he was kinda shocked by your action. "So you call this getting hurt a little eh? Your whole arm is bleeding what did you fell down or something?" I said after i saw his whole arm bleeding "happened while training..." he said still feeling hesitated. I let him sit on the chair and i go grab my equipments for the arm. Then i take his arm and first put some alcohol. And other stuff and while we were doing that i noticed we were soo close and his dark brown eyes were staring at my soul. And as i was cleaning his hand he suddenly moaned. "If you feel pain then let it out...you dont have to hide it infront of me" he just nodded at me and i continued my work. After couple of minutes i finished my cleaning and putting some medicine and now it was time for bandages. And i still noticed he was looking at me directly. "Ok all done! Does it hurt?" I said with a concerned face "no...but thank you for all of this i really appreciate it" he said while smiling at me "no need to thanks me its my job anyways" it was like he was trying to tell me something but he couldn't "you wanna say something?" He first flinched at my words then said "can i get your number?" It was like he needed to pull the whole world to adk me this "sure here it is" tgen i gave him my number. "Thanks again so I'll leave now.see you soon" he said while smiling and i dont know why i kept hearing some giggles from the outside. "Bye I'll see you around". he was leaving and when he opend the door i saw Gaz and Soap outside and the second i saw themi knew what was going on

(Night time)

I was trying to sleep but ofcourse i couldn't because of the thoughts in my mind like how he was looking at me, how he was staring in my eyes ,asking me my number everything of him and the most special part is i had a crush over him for over 6 months. well no one knew exept me and as i was thinking my phone suddenly rang i jumped from the bed because its 2 in the morning like who would call me at this time i didnt think much and answered the phone and it says unknown number. "Hello?" I said with a curiosity in mind "y/n its me ghost i uhhh needed to talk to you about something..." i was shocked tge second i knew it was ghost "i wasn't expecting to get a call from you now but tell me?" I said because ofcourse my curiosity growed more and more "i really like you y/n since I've seen you but i didnt know how to confess and today i got hurt and soap gave me this idea of coming to you..." it was like soap readed my mind "ohh so thats why i saw soap laughing behind the door..." i said "yeah" he said after a long time "you know what? I like you too and i wanna be with you forever" it was like i was on the clouds "really? Like your not joking are you?" It was like he couldn't believe me "yes i love you a lot ghost" he finally believed me "ok i cant talk when i get too excited well I'll see you tomorrow at the base and im gonna thanks soap thousands of times bye!" I said getting too excited ghost just laughed at me and i hung up the phone and i just cant wait for tomorrow thanks to soap anyways.

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(Thanks for reading this fic and i love you all <3)

[pigeonwit]

for the fic ask game: 7 & 18 (praying i remembered the numbers right)

& since no 19 says to tell you about my favorite one of your fics im gonna take that chance to talk about run boy run again 🤷 i jumped on the rbr train a bit after chap 1 was posted and davey in that fic literally consumes my thoughts 😀 whoops. (i could write essays about this fic) chap 4 is gonna be like a national holiday to me you dont even know

also shoutout to vice vermin virtue bc i held off reading it due to an aversion to wing fics & i was so delighted by it when i finally did?? 10/10 as always

sneep :( im gonna cry. you're genuinely such a sweet person and you're always so kind and i just aaAHHHH cause like. you're just NICE for NO REASON and i love it i love it so much. full disclosure i am having a Time at work and i can feel myself going back down to Cynicism Town which i hate, but seeing you take time out of your day to just leave a comment or some nice tags or anything at all it's just UGH it makes me feel Better. people can just be nice!! for NO reason at all!! and you are one of those people and i appreciate that so much!! ok time for the asks

7. What’s a troupe you love to write?

any variation of dislike to lovers. whether its just a general sort of mistrust of each other at first that then grows into a deep and profound understanding of the other (eg livesies javid), a onesided 'i have responsibilities i need to do and i don't really trust you but you seem to REALLY want to stick around me for some reason and oh dear oh no it's working' thing (eg uksies javid) or a full on hatred of each other that forces the characters to confront their own biases, their own fears, their own personal reasons for wanting SO BADLY not to like the other person, only to realize that person understands them so much (eg arcade au or pianist au)... i giggle and kick my feet over that so much.

18. Recommend someone else fic! (And tag them if they have a tumblr!)

i dont like tagging people outright in case it bothers them but 'Long I Stood' by @/stillusesapencil on AO3 :) all while i was reading this fic i kept thinking 'oh okay so this isn't going to end with like everything working out. they're definitely gonna break up but like learn from each other and stuff, it's gonna be that kind of bittersweet thing' - which would've been fine! there is absolutely value in endings like that, i have plenty of fics like that that i love. but i was so so happy to see that that wasn't the case at all for this fic because it MAKES SENSE. there are plenty of fics that do the whole 'life just doesn't work out that way but you can still appreciate what you had when you had it!' ending - which again, i still like if it's done in a satisfactory way! - but the whole point of the fic is that 'actually, your life CAN work out that way. you DESERVE to have the life you want. you are ALLOWED to want that life, and you do not need to expect punishment for persuing it'. i don't cry much over fictional things but i did legit cry a little over this ending. it's just so hopeful and so kind. 'life can be good. you do not need to suffer or sacrifice in order to deserve good things. you CAN have what you want, you just need to be willing to make it work.' it makes me feel a lot better whenever im going to Cynical Town - honestly the more i think about it is a VERY sneepcoded fic. i know pretty much everyone's read it - it's pretty popular - but i just love it so very much so i'm recommending it anyways.

the ask game is here if anyone else wants to throw something out there!

[tribblesoup]

"Star Trek: Discovery." I really have a love-hate relationship with this show.

I love the world-building, and most of the characters. The pacing and storylines are my main issue.

My personal grievances about "Discovery" boil down to one thing: the writers seem to be taking advice from fanfiction.

I love fanfiction, but the same thing that's fine for a fanfic doesn't automatically work for a real show.

Cases in point...

Michael is treated like a fanfic OC.

My character is the adopted sister of a famous canon character, and the whole story is told from her POV. But aside from her unique situation, she's yet another Human, with an American name.

It's the story everyone wants to write, but not everyone wants to read. I for one miss ensemble cast storytelling in "Star Trek."

Ash Tyler was just a walking angst fetish.

When we first met him, I thought, "Ooo, me like! 😍" That wore off very quickly when they dove right into having him angst and suffer for every scene, before we even got to know him. His entire arc felt like an AOOO story. Torture, PTSD, insanity, amnesia, turning evil, a surprise baby, Ash had it all. Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark had nothing on Ash Tyler.

Except being interesting characters.

See, the reason fanfics can dive into the angst right away is because we already know the character in question. If "Iron Man" had just opened with Tony getting waterboarded before we got to know him a little bit, I'd have just said "who is this fucker abd why should I care?"

Obviously if it was a real person I'd care. But since it's not, fiction needs to work to get readers or viewers invested in a character. Sorry not sorry.

They at least seemed to learn this lesson with Ash, and did things right with Book. We got to know and like Book for a bit, before his world got turned upside down. (Well, blown up.)

Most of the queer characters are regulated to domestic fluff

For the record no, I'm not a member of the LGBT community. But that doesn't change the fact that the gay and trans characters of "Discovery" are the best damn characters on the show, and they're being done dirty.

Paul and Hugh are both brilliant scientists in their time, now thrust into a century where all of their knowledge and experience is considered ancient. There's an interesting story to be told there.

Adira is the first Human successfully joined to a Trill symbiont; Tal's most recent host was the current host's dead boyfriend; said past host somehow persists as his own separate consciousnes. Said consciousness is uploaded into a synthetic body, and is now training to be a Trill telepathic Guardian. Kahless's balls, I have so many questions! And im intrigued as hell!

...But all of those storylines seem to take a back seat to domestic fluff. Most of the scenes between any of the four characters feel like a "Superfamily" ficlett. It seriously feels like the writers came here, to Tumblr, and looked up Safe-for-Work slash fanfics of the Avengers, to learn how to write LGBT characters.

I'm fine with these characters being a family, but can they be characters first? And I like emotion to compliment a storyline, but not the substitute for it.

Like I said, I'm not in the community myself. But I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that people who are would prefer inclusive representation, that treats these characters to the same quality of stories and development that the other characters get.

In any case, I'm frustrated as a viewer that the most interesting characters are being used in the most boring way.

Outlining? Editing? Bitch this is fanfiction serialized TV!

Ok, this one is probably just a result of modern streaming formats. But even so, its similarities to a fanfiction are noticeable.

The story's premise and main character both abruptly change drastically halfway through the saga. Story arcs are full of padding, because regular updates are demanded. The writers seem to have no more idea where this is going than the audience. Or at least not much more of an idea.

Yes, "the Orville" is an even more blatant "Star Trek" fanfiction.

And it suffers similar issues with pacing, as well as a lack of originality.

The show was marketed as a "parody," but really it was just Seth McFarland living out the typical Trekkie's fantasy. Not in a sleezy incel way, but in the sense that the show basically revolves around what we all used to talk about doing if we were onboard the Enterprise or Voyager.

"I'd play D&D on the holodeck!" "I'd show the aliens 'Seinfeld' and Kermit the frog, instead of just Shakespeare or jazz." "I just wish Picard or Janeway would drop an F-bomb, or have drunk karaoke or something." "I'd drink soda at the helm and use the viewscreen as a TV."

With few exceptions, most of the serious storylines and characters are carbon copies of ones from "Star Trek," with very little added other than the modern styled humor and dialogue.

And like "Discovery," "Orville" seems to lack a cutting floor. Seth McFarland is less interested in angst than "Discovery," but every bit as in love with indulging unnecessary mundane details. If there's a wedding, funeral, or friendly conversation, we see the whole thing.

An entire story outlining your OTP's wedding, from the clichéd ring proposal to trying on bridal dresses to the entire ceremony, is commonplace for a fanfic, but it doesn't make for great TV viewing.

I like both "the Orville" and "Discovery," but I have the same complaint for both: they're both too often written like fanfiction.

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>>I LOVE ANGRY LEO HÖLZER WITH ALL MY HEART<<

and i dont mean to mansplain this post - it just inspired this train of thought, so here is my share 🫠

Leo is the silent angry type. Brooding alone, keeping the pain inside of him, using it too keep going. I belive he supresses all his emotions, trying not to bitch on people, that have nothing to do with it/ to keep the picture of a loving Leo.

In contrast to Adam. Who lets everybody know, that he is angry. Not necessarily with the intension to do so and he sometimes apologies. Still he has difficulty to supress all that anger. Which is totally understandable, im not trying to shame one of them, on how they cope with their anger. this is more an analysation:

so back to my point - angry hölzer. i absolutley love when that fassad breaks trough. When the moment comes where he is just pissed, the whole anger bucket is bubbeling over and he actually says something, adress a problem instead of pushing it away, like that sweet Leo - image would do.

like he is just mad!

Im adding to the point - that Leo is in no way, a non traumatic, healthy, gym going, lettuc eating dude. You can see it, when his shell breaks, when he is so fucking done with adam everything and just

"das ist aber nicht normalerweise"

no it isn´t. but its good, show us your anger

it also makes Hörk so much more *them*

If you think that - because Adam is a traumatic, fucked up, mentally ill, angry, sad man. Leo needs to be the healthy, has his life together, component. In order for their friendship/relationship to work. - is just *puhh* i dont know how to explain this to you, but - there is no one that works better together, than two sad traumatic children - ok once they actually worked out, how to work together, in a way that does´nt benefits a toxic relationship - they went through all that shit "together". And to say that one comes out of that "better" than the other one. is, idk weird? They are both coping with it, in different unhealthy ways, Leo is just better at pretending like he isn´t.

Their relationship definitly needs work! and since the last scene, i ask myself:

is love enough, to forgive the pain you caused me?

all these nights i wakend, drenched in sweat

from this repeating nightmare, it wasn´t the thought of loosing you.

I can´t love you from afar but in your presence i´m hurting

craving more...

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still... it was always them, until it wasnt, then Adam came back.

And im going to eat gartenwerkzeug wenn sie es nicht schaffen!

Nach all der Scheiße, nach all dem stillen Schweigen, in der Leo seinen Ärger, die Wut und den Schmerz über Adam runtergeschluckt hat. In der Hoffnung das er von selbst zu ihm kommt / ihm vertraut.

Er dabei zugesehen hat wie Adam gegangen ist, nichts gesagt als der ohne eine Vorwarnung zurückgekommen ist. Nur um von ihm in einem Krankenhausflur stehen gelassen zu werden -

-mit der Mittteilung das seine Liebe nichts Wert ist. Hat alles so genommen, schweigend dabei zugehört, ohne Wiederrede - is it love or stupidity?

und verdammte scheiße Adam, ich weiß du würdest 1,2 Millionen Euro nicht über Leo stellen?? ABER ER WEIß DAS NICHT!

NACH ALL DEM MUSS ICH LEO ANGRY SEHEN. Auf seine Art und weiße. Egal wie.

Er geht und lässt Adam einfach mit der Tasche Geld auf dem Parkplatz stehen, ohne einen Blick zurück. Sure.

Grinst ohne jegliche Freude in seinen Augen, während er bedrohlich und leise irgendetwas sagt

Er schreit und lässt seiner Wut den ganzen Platz

seine Schulter sacken zusammen und bevor er sich den Tränen hin gibt, nimmt er einen tiefen Atemzug, zeigt Adam den Mittelfinger und verschwindet.

Egal was, just let him be angry. i want to see his eyes burn!

Let this be his therapy. Let it be a way to restore their friendship. An open door, where Adam can place his trust. Because Leo will guard that shit with his life!

He might not be a ruthless, scary, screaming & throwing punches type of guy. He might not place his anger everywhere - but let him place it to Adams.

Trying to keep Leo out of danger, by scaring him away, by pretending you dont love him. Is like, believing he is not dangerous because, he is scared with a gun in his hands!

so yeah... i love angry Hölzer! he knows exactly how to use - people being blinded by his niceness, his sweet smile, broccoli eating, plant loving, imscared image.

don't let it fool you. inside him shit is raging. And you better watch out - yes Adam will fucking punch you, but Leo will silently destroy you, when you least expect it!!!

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ps: no way in hell would Leo punch Adam. like fuck him up, make him feel pain not that he couldnt do it but he just would'nt. bc despite being hurt, he is still a fucking great human being, who would'nt use someones trauma against them!!