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[alienpost]

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[lazysoulwriter]

for pedro, who’s slightly afraid of me now - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: Pedro Pascal x wife!actress!reader, horror film success, awards season fluff, public praise, playful teasing, Pedro being her #1 fan, adorable couple energy.

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“You terrify me,” Pedro whispered, arm slung around your waist as you stepped onto the red carpet.

You turned your head, smiling like butter wouldn’t melt. “Why?”

“You gutted six people with an ice pick in that movie and I believed it.”

You shrugged. “Method acting.”

He stared. “You practiced on melons. I saw you.”

“And you still kissed me goodnight after.”

He groaned. “I was scared to say no.”

You winked. “Smart man.”

The film had been brutal. A slow-burn psychological horror that critics called “a masterclass in feminine rage.” You played a woman wronged, unhinged, and vicious. And somewhere in that madness, you’d earned your second Oscar nomination — but this one felt different. Bigger. Sharper. Earned.

Pedro was in the front row that night, hand over his heart when they called your name.

“And the Oscar goes to… Y/N L/N — Blood Orchid!”

You froze for a second.

Then the whole world stood up.

You were shaking when you took the stage, golden statue in hand, gown glittering under stage lights. Your voice was soft at first. Thanking the director. The crew. Your team. Your mom.

And then—

“Oh,” you smiled, eyes searching until they landed on him. “And to Pedro — my favorite person in the world, who now triple-checks our kitchen knives and locks the bathroom door when he showers.”

Laughter filled the room. Pedro threw his head back, blushing deeply.

“He told me last week that ‘if you ever blink at me wrong, I’m running.’” You giggled. “But thank you, baby. For reading my psycho monologues in the middle of the night. For letting me rehearse covered in fake blood. For never flinching — even when you probably should have.”

The audience melted.

“I love you. Don’t worry. You’re the only person I wouldn’t kill in that script.”

Later that night, in the limo, Pedro held both you and your Oscar like they were precious things he’d borrowed from the universe.

“You really freaked me out in that movie, you know.”

“You’re still gonna sleep beside me, though.”

He nodded solemnly. “Yeah. But I’m installing a panic button. Just in case.”

You leaned in, kissing the side of his mouth. “Shut up.”

“I’m proud of you,” he whispered.

“I know,” you whispered back. “I did it for you.”

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[dufferpuffer]

Can you talk a little about Remus’ intelligence? Recently I’ve felt it’s been severely downplayed in fandom as a response to fanon depicting Sirius as “the dumb one” and Remus as “the smart one” in a wolfstar context. While obviously Sirius is extremely intelligent that doesn’t mean Remus has to be dumb in contrast? I also think they just have different types of intelligence, and I strongly believe that basing their intellect off of their achievements in school is limiting (also people don’t take into account that Remus was sick every month for at least 3 days, even if he was matched perfectly in intelligence with Sirius he’d still be doing worse in school). What’s your take on this my balanced remus lover friend?

I don't think Remus is a 'genius', like James and Sirius might be. But he's a bloody capable wizard - hard-earned, not talent.

The one flashback we get of him as a kid, we see him focusing hard on his OWL's, despite an upcoming Full Moon. He has his own methods for revision - when he asks Sirius if he would help him study, Sirius can't fathom why he should bother. Sirius doesn't need to revise or study - but Remus is good at it.

You're damn right that doesn't mean he is stupid compared to Sirius. There's nothing stupid about forming methods to help himself learn. Sirius and James are natural talents - Remus is a nerd.

By adulthood his work ethic has paid off: He has effortless confidence in his charms and conjuring - doing most of it without incantation. He's kind of a badass: He conjured fire and a non-corporeal Patronus without incantation - while exhausted and in the presence of a dementor. He could duel Lucius Malfoy, battled death eaters in the astronomy tower, dueled while flying and supporting an injured man on his broom - and disarmed multiple people in a row with enough accuracy to catch their wands. (tbf they were children)

Remus is a natural at teaching. First day on the job: he handles a room full of kids like he's been at it for years, even those with difficulties who need extra care and encouragement. He is patient with Harry learning to cast a Patronus, explaining things clearly to him - changing his explanation as Harry's needs change. This shows a deep understanding of both the material he is teaching... and what it is like to learn. Knowing how to struggle, how to adapt, how to learn, the validity of different perspectives - that's good wisdom.

His greatest strength is his Social Intelligence. Witty, astute, cunning, sly, persuasive… Sirius isn't socially inept but he is so honest and blunt he can come across as kicking the door down - rather than Remus' picking the lock and making it seem like a natural innocent behaviour. Does that make sense...? It was the entirety of his role in PoA: A murderer on the loose after Harry's blood - and yet through all the mysterious absences, sketchy evasiveness, superficial closeness with Harry, slightly slap-dash teaching methods and blatant distrust from Snape (who had been proven trustworthy - Harry just thought he was an arse)… Remus Lupin manages to charm his students, getting to know them without any of them knowing anything about him. He has Harry hanging off his every word, despite obvious apprehension to engage with him about his parents or needs. He effortlessly keeps Harry's trust even when he blatantly, skillfully lies in-front of him - and TO him! For his own gain!!! The scene of the Marauders Map is a brazen display of how quickly he can manipulate his way out of a complex situation. Even when he is with a murderer and they all know he will turn into a werewolf soon - he commands emotional focus. Ron is injured, a Murderer is present, they are supposed to be investigating a rat with haste... yet most of the time they are discussing HIM and why HE is 'not so scary, please don't hate me' in a long-winded fashion.

Only Snape seems immune. So he bullies him to shut him up. Without SEEMING like a bully. The kids think he is great, the way he can control the uncontrollable - Snape and Peeves.

Remus slips in and everyone is so taken with him they never notice the lock being picked. Their perception of him is on a tight leash. A magician’s sleight of hand and a silver tongue. Lockheart WISHES he could do this.

Remus is practical and practiced. He has the grit of someone who has fought for his life with both his wand and his tongue. He has lived a life of misdirection, gaslighting and manipulation - always subtle, always present. He reads others better than himself and moves through society with quiet ease, slipping in unnoticed and slipping out just as easily. No wonder he works as a spy.

He’s a top-class wizard - held back only by circumstance. Balancing his core needs, his interests and his health with no support network and poverty…? yeesh. In another life he may have been able to focus his efforts on a passion, rather than on topics that aid his survival in a harsh world.

As he is, though: he’s a formidable duelist and skilled charmer (magically and socially) - a survivalist, both in the wild and within society. An outcast who never seems like one. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

That's my take, as 'balanced remus lover friend' :^) Thanks - I needed to sit down and yap about Remus for a bit, had a shitty month

[verstappentime]

p.s. this is no shade but mclaren didn't do the one stop because they COULDN'T, not because they weren't smart enough strategically to think of it. both drivers ate their front left tire and could not keep going. they tried to ask oscar to do a one stop and he said no. the reason charles won is because he is talented, and because his team had faith he could keep the car on track with 38-lap-old tires because he has been so incredible managing his tires this year. he won because he didn't incur that degradation, because he chose very specific methodical paths to balance the car equally on both front wheels and to get the rear straight in the turns, bc bryan was brilliant and coached him through all of it. mclaren did not "hand him" the win with a mistake. he won because he is an incredible driver. i think we forget because mclaren has the best car that charles has always been far and above the pack in terms of talent, barring a couple drivers. he's not just some guy in an inferior car. he's il predestinato and he earned it

[skyguytoast]

OMG, I love your writing!! 😭💖 I was thinking about this idea and knew you were gonna kill it—so hear me out: You’re a Sith, and Anakin is sent to capture you… but what if, instead of a fight, you seduced him instead? 👀 Like, imagine all the tension, the power struggle, the way he knows he should resist but just can’t. Ugh, I need this in my life, please!!

REQUEST: GENERAL!ANAKIN X SITH!READER

WARNING: fighting and flirting

WORDS: 1.7k

A/N: hii, love, i hope i made justice to your request, i love how creative you’re, hope hearing more amazing ideas 😉😘as always i love requests, they literally give me goosebumps and save me from my writer block. anyway, comments, reblogs are appreciated. kisses and good reading 🥰🤩

One of Anakin’s favorite things about being a general was the freedom to carry out missions however he saw fit. The Jedi Council dictated the assignments—the what and where—but the how? That was his decision. No matter how reckless or unconventional his methods were, the 501st followed him without question. He had earned that trust.

This mission, however, was a little… different.

A Sith hiding in the Outer Rim wasn’t unheard of, but the location certainly raised some eyebrows. A brothel. The last place anyone expected to find a dark side wielder. It wasn’t a battlefield or a Separatist stronghold. There were no enemy starfighters to chase down, no tactical sieges to command. And yet, if this Sith was dangerous enough to warrant his attention, then maybe—just maybe—it wouldn’t be a complete waste of his time.

He had left Ahsoka in Obi-Wan’s care, deeming this mission too complicated for her. Not because she couldn’t handle herself, but because—stars above—he couldn’t drag his Padawan into this. The war had already taken so much from her, forced her to grow up too quickly. But a brothel? That was a level of exposure even he had to draw the line at. Not that the Jedi were strangers to hypocrisy.

Disguised—or as much as someone like him could be—he stepped inside the establishment, his black robes swallowing him whole, his lightsaber hidden beneath layers of fabric. It wasn’t his typical battlefield attire, but he had learned early on that walking into enemy territory without announcing himself as a Jedi had its advantages. He’d let the Sith reveal themselves first.

The air was thick—smoke, perfume, the low hum of conversation, the occasional flirtatious laugh curling through the dimly lit space. Bodies moved languidly across the room, draped in silks and shadow, the sound of music threading through the walls like a heartbeat. A den of sin, the Jedi Council would say. But Anakin?

Anakin had never been one for their rigid philosophy. Still, he reminded himself why he was here. Find the Sith. Capture them. Bring them in.

Simple.

Or at least, it should have been.

But then he saw you.

You weren’t like the others. You weren’t draped across someone’s lap or whispering sweet nothings into a client’s ear. You were watching him, eyes sharp, posture deceptively relaxed, as if you had expected him all along.

Sith.

He knew it instantly, the way the Force pulsed around you, dark and intoxicating. But what unnerved him more was the way you smiled. Slow. Knowing.

Dangerous.

And damn it all—his breath hitched in his throat.

“Jedi.” Your voice was smooth, honeyed darkness. “I was wondering when they’d send someone.”

His muscles coiled instinctively, fingers twitching near his hidden saber. “Then you know why I’m here.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “Oh, I have an idea.” You uncrossed your legs deliberately, the shift in movement drawing his gaze for half a second too long before he snapped his eyes back to your face. You noticed, of course. That damn smirk of yours widened.

Anakin clenched his jaw.

The smart thing—the right thing—would be to demand your surrender. To drag you back to Coruscant in shackles before you had the chance to do whatever it was you were planning to do.

But you just… stood there. Gazing at him with the kind of confidence that made his stomach tighten in something uncomfortably close to anticipation.

“Aren’t you going to arrest me, Jedi?” you teased, voice dipping lower as you leaned in, just enough for him to catch the scent of spice and something wickedly sweet.

Anakin swallowed hard. The Force between you crackled like a live wire, the dark and the light colliding in a storm of heat and tension.

Something told him—warned him—that this mission would be anything but simple. And as your fingers barely ghosted over his arm, a whisper of contact, a silent dare—

Anakin should have known better.

He should have seen the trap the moment you looked at him like that—like you knew him, like you had already won. But he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

His fingers tightened around the hilt of his hidden lightsaber. “I’ll give you one chance to surrender.” His voice was firm, but even he could hear the thread of something else lurking beneath it.

Interest.

Amusement flickered in your eyes. “How generous of you, General Skywalker.”

His name rolled off your tongue like silk, and damn it, why did that make something hot coil in his stomach?

You took a slow step forward, deliberately closing the space between you. He should have stepped back. He should have drawn his weapon and ended this before it even started.

Instead, he let you get just close enough for your breath to ghost over his skin as you murmured: “But I don’t surrender, Jedi.”

Then, faster than a heartbeat, the Force slammed into his chest, sending him skidding back across the polished floor. His robe billowed around him as he caught himself, planting his feet firm. The room had gone eerily silent, the patrons watching with wide eyes as reality dawned on them—this wasn’t a show.

This was a fight. Anakin exhaled sharply. “So that’s how you want to play it?”

With a snap-hiss, his saber ignited, blue light spilling over the darkened room. The hum of energy vibrated in the air as he steadied himself, eyes locking onto you. And Force help him—he had never been so tempted by an enemy before.

You ignited your own saber, crimson light clashing with his blue, casting you in a dangerous glow. “Afraid you’ll lose, Chosen One?”

His smirk was sharp. “Not a chance.”

Then you struck. Your saber clashed against his with a crackling snap, sparks flying between you as you twisted, your movements fluid, dancing. You weren’t just fighting—you were playing with him.

And damn it, you were good. Anakin parried, spinning his blade to block an incoming strike, but you were already slipping behind him, pressing close, your voice a purr against his ear.

“Not bad, Jedi. But I expected more.”

He growled, spinning to elbow you, but you ducked, laughing, your saber swinging up toward his side. He barely deflected in time, the force of it sending a shudder up his arms.

“Distracted?” you taunted.

Anakin grit his teeth. “I don’t get distracted.”

“You sure?” You twirled away, the hem of your dark robes brushing against his legs like a whisper. “Because the way your heart is pounding tells me otherwise.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Maybe I’m just excited to finally shut you up.”

You grinned. “Promises, promises.”

Then you surged forward again, but this time, Anakin was ready. He caught your wrist mid-strike, twisting you around, trapping your arm against your back as he pressed his saber just close enough to your throat to make you pause.

“Yield,” he murmured, his breath hot against your cheek.

Your laugh was breathless, but victorious. “Not yet.”

And then, his lungs seized.

A choked sound tore from his throat as invisible fingers curled around his neck, the crushing weight of the Force squeezing the air from his lungs. His grip on your wrist slackened just enough for you to twist free, stepping back as you held out your hand, your fingers curling like you were holding something.

Something like him.

His knees threatened to buckle, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed. If anything, the struggle—the pain—only made him angrier. Made him want you more.

“Look at you,” you cooed, tilting your head as you watched him fight against your hold. “So strong. So stubborn.”

He gritted his teeth, clawing against the invisible vice squeezing his windpipe. But Force, if your voice wasn’t making it worse. You stepped closer, your other hand ghosting over his chest, fingertips barely brushing over the fabric of his tunic. His breath hitched. You felt it.

“I could kill you right now,” you murmured, tracing a slow, burning path up to his jaw. “But where’s the fun in that?”

His lips parted, a strangled inhale rattling from his throat. His vision blurred at the edges, but he could still see you. The smirk on your lips, the wicked gleam in your eyes.

“You’re enjoying this,” you whispered, your thumb grazing over his bottom lip. “Aren’t you, Jedi?”

His heart slammed against his ribs.

And damn him to the depths of the Force—

He was. But Anakin Skywalker was nothing if not unpredictable.

His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around your wrist as the dark vice around his throat shattered. He sucked in a sharp breath, twisting your arm just enough to throw you off balance before slamming you back against the nearest wall, your saber clattered to the floor.

His hand was around your throat now, not squeezing—not yet—but enough to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His blue eyes burned, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

The only sound was the hum of his still-lit saber, casting your faces in flickering shades of blue. Then—slowly, deliberately—he leaned in, his lips hovering just over yours, his breath fanning over your parted mouth.

“I think,” he murmured, voice dangerously low, “you like this just as much as I do.”

Your pulse thundered beneath his fingers. Your lips parted, but whether you meant to speak or close the last inch between you, but he didn’t give you the chance.

Because then, Anakin Skywalker did something he shouldn’t.

He kissed you.

You were so lost in the kiss—so utterly consumed by the heat of his mouth, the way he devoured you—that you didn’t even notice the cold metal snapping around your wrists until it was too late.

The click of the binders echoed between you, the unmistakable hum of energy-nullifying cuffs sending a sharp realization down your spine. Your fingers twitched, instinctively reaching for the Force—only to find nothing.

Dank farrik.

You barely had time to process before Anakin pulled back, his breath ragged, his lips still ghosting over yours. His grip on the cuffs tightened, tilting your bound hands upward, forcing you to meet his gaze. Blue eyes dark with something almost feral.

“You were saying?” he murmured, his voice dripping with wicked amusement.

Oh, you gonna be so fucked. And not just in one way.

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[fear-is-truth]

Hi! I really enjoy reading you writing, thank you for taking the time to write so much🩵 I was wondering if you could write namgyu fiancé/wife headcannons(I got inspired to ask after reading your Patrick Bateman hc’s lol.) Anyways sorry if this was worded weird in any way it’s my first time sending a request😭 love you writing🩵!

I NEED A GANGSTA TO LOVE ME BETTER THAN ALL THE OTHERS DO . . . husband! + fiancé! NAMGYU

warnings — toxic behaviour but we still love him jackie’s note — thx for the req ! i did my best trying to keep him in character

makes sure to charm your parents, but it’s not over-the-top. he’s not the type to be overly polite or sickeningly sweet—that would seem fake. instead, he plays it smart. respectful, well-mannered, but with that natural confidence that makes people believe in him. calls your father abeonim (아버님) and your mother eomeonim (어머님), bowing properly when he greets them.

tl;dr — maybe because his actor (roh jae-won) wears glasses irl, i imagine nam-gyu wearing glasses to look “well-read” and “sophisticated”. also he’ll cover up his tattoos with long sleeves.

if your parents are traditional, he knows exactly how to navigate that. he’s sharp—he understands the nuances of korean etiquette and leans into them when necessary. he makes sure to pour drinks properly, holds his glass with both hands when your father pours for him, eats with careful manners. if your parents are strict, he presents himself as someone stable, capable, a good match. if they’re more laid-back, he relaxes slightly, adjusting his tone to match the atmosphere.

subtly reminds you that he’s on his best behavior for you. if you tease him about how polite he’s being, he just smiles, leaning in to murmur, what, you think i’d go through all this trouble if i didn’t love you? a little smirk, a slight squeeze of your thigh under the table. a reminder that you are the reason he’s being a good boy—because normally, he wouldn’t even bother.

if your mother fusses over him, he plays along. when she offers him more food, he doesn’t refuse, thanking her with a polite smile. if she comments on how skinny he is, how he should eat more, he chuckles, glancing at you. your daughter already takes good care of me, eomeonim.

if your father is hard to impress, he takes it as a challenge. he’s patient, methodical—never too eager. he doesn’t try to prove himself all at once. instead, he subtly weaves his way into your father’s good graces. agreeing at the right moments, asking the right questions, offering carefully-worded insights that make him seem thoughtful, intelligent. and if he finally earns even a hint of approval? he glances at you, his smirk barely concealed. told you i’d win him over.

carefully watches how your parents treat you. if they’re critical, make offhand comments about you, if they push certain expectations—he picks up on it fast. and later, he uses it. you always do what they want, don’t you? a soft, almost mocking chuckle, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your wrist. no wonder you’re always so easy to push around.

he’s prepared for any potential criticism. if your parents are skeptical of him, nam-gyu doesn’t get defensive. instead, he meets them with calm responses—turning doubts into opportunities to prove himself. i understand why you’d be concerned, abeonim. i’d feel the same if i were in your position. but i love your daughter. i wouldn’t be here otherwise.

if your family likes him too much, he gets really smug about it.

if your parents don’t approve of him, he doesn’t panic—he improvises/adapts/overcomes. he knows that pushing too hard will backfire, so he plays the long game. lets them see the good parts of him, lets them warm up to him over time. and in the meantime? he makes sure you’re still firmly in his grasp. it doesn’t matter what they think, he tells you. as long as you want me, that’s all that matters.

he’s the kind of fiancé who treats the engagement ring like a collar. it’s not just a symbol—it’s proof that you’re his. he likes seeing it on your finger, will get noticeably irritated if you take it off, even for something as innocent as washing dishes.

nam-gyu loves calling you his fiancée / wife. he says it all the time, almost tauntingly, because he knows it flusters you. where’s my wife? when he walks into a room. c’mere, dear fiancée when he wants something. it’s possessive in a way that makes it clear—you’re his. and when he really wants to make a point? my wife wouldn’t do that to me, right? an almost-smirk, a tilt of his head, watching you.

marrying him doesn’t make him any easier to deal with. if anything, it makes him worse, because now you’re his in a legal sense. you signed the papers, you made the vows—he sees it as something unbreakable and permanent. and the idea of you leaving? no. that’s not happening

has a hard time differentiating between love and control. nam-gyu doesn’t always realise when he’s being unreasonable, because to him, at least, getting engaged isn’t about keeping you under his thumb—it’s about making sure you don’t leave. you agreed to this. you’re his now. and that means something.

gets unreasonably affectionate when he knows you’re mad at him. you try to ignore him, but he keeps pressing into your space—an arm looping around your waist, his face buried in your neck, lips brushing your skin as he mumbles, you’re really gonna stay mad at your husband? it’s unfair how easily he wears you down.

thrives on the ‘newlywed’ effect. the first few months after your wedding, he plays into it hard. always using it as an excuse. i have to get home—i’m a married man now. or can you blame me? i just got married, of course i want to spend all my time with my wife. but even after the honeymoon phase passes, he still pulls that card when it suits him. especially when you try to push back against something he wants. so much for that ‘for better or worse’ vow, huh?

manipulates arguments into ‘tests of loyalty.’ you bring up a real issue? suddenly, it’s why are you turning against me? you’re upset with something he did? so much for ‘in sickness and in health.’ he doesn’t really believe in marriage vows, but he sure as hell knows how to use them.

finds ways to make sure you need him. maybe it’s handling the finances, maybe it’s subtly discouraging you from relying on anyone else. but little by little, he makes sure you don’t feel comfortable making decisions without him. why are you asking them? your husband’s right here. always with that slight edge to his voice, like it bothers him that you’d go to someone else first.

he likes things done his way but knows when to pick his battles. he lets you win the small ones—the paint colour of the walls, what takeout place you order from—but when it comes to bigger things, things that matter, he has a way of steering things back in his favour.

gets into the habit of taking things that belong to you. nothing major, just little things. a hair tie, a chapstick etc.

gets unreasonably possessive in public. his arm around your shoulders, his hand on your thigh, fingers laced with yours even when it’s inconvenient. he doesn’t like when people look at you too long, and if he catches someone staring, he won’t hesitate to make it known that you’re taken. a glare, a hand tightening around your waist. and later, when you’re alone? do you like it? when people look at you like that? a smirk, a tilt of his head, his fingers trailing up your spine. do you like making me jealous?

doesn’t really want kids, but if you do, he’ll act like he’s doing you a favour. if it’ll make you happy, fine. but he never fully steps into the role of a father. he sees them as extensions of you, not his. he’ll help when he feels like it, but the responsibility? that’s on your. and if they ever come before him? he makes sure you know it.

nam-gyu never lets you forget that you chose him. you said yes, remember? whenever you question things, whenever you feel trapped, he always reminds you—you agreed to this. you wanted this. and sometimes, when he’s kissing down your neck, when he’s got you needy and pliant under him, his voice drops to a soft murmur—no one else will love you like i do, baby. and the terrifying part is, you know he’s right.

[merakiui]

this thought has been plaguing me ever since i saw his birthday sleepwear,,, but thinking about professor azul. >:D

professor azul (mid-forties or maybe early-fifties) with student darling (21/22/23). you're such a good student,, his favorite student (you don't know that...yet) and maybe he's your mentor or just a professor you have a good rapport with, having taken one or two of his classes. maybe you poke your head into his office from time to time to say hello or chat about the coursework/curriculum, ask his advice on the job market and career tips, ask him to review your résumé.

azul is just so obsessed. you're his exact type. he loves getting to talk and laugh with you. he loves hearing about your day and how your classes are going. and you actually seem to think he's funny and charming even though he's never beating the old man allegations (he literally is an old man LOL).

he doesn't love the fact that you graduate next semester. not so much. ^^;;; and you don't plan on coming back, which means he'll likely never see you again. never have his mood uplifted when you enter his office and sit down in the seat across from his desk to ramble about academics or tease his brain on interesting questions. he'll never get to see you sit in his class, never hear your sweet voice say "professor ashengrotto," etc etc. you'll move on into a career. maybe you'll get married. start a family.

he can't have that.

he really is sorry for such a crass method. he'll be the first to tell you he would never get in the way of a student's future, but your future is so obviously meant to be shared with him. you'll understand in time. struggle all you want, you're never getting out of those restraints or his basement. if you're good, you can come up and sleep in bed with him. how does that sound? :)

what would you have preferred he do? fail you so you're forced to repeat a semester with him? or keep your grades as they are, allow you to graduate and earn the degree you worked so hard to achieve, and then sweep you away? you're a smart student. surely you know which is better.

[galactickle]

Our Last Summer

Alex Summers x reader

Summary: alex summers fix-it fic where he survives! him and the reader initially dislike each other but when they see each other years later they can't help but bring up old feelings they had pushed down.

Warning: graphic depictions of death/killing and animal death

✬ 1962 ✬

“So what can you do sweetcheeks?” Sean (who had declared his new codename as Banshee) asks with a grin. 

Y/N stutters, a red flush coming up the back of her neck, “I- um.” She’s still not sure why she's here, honestly. She doesn't want to use her powers to hurt people, but the men who had approached her while she was mindlessly wiping tables at a coffee shop ended up being quite convincing. “Here,” she suggests, walking across the room to where larger shards of glass lay after Banshee’s display. 

She bends at the knee, picking up the sharpest shard she could see in the debris. The others hold their breaths. Y/N raises her left hand, taking a deep breath before methodically slicing a long gash down her palm. She watches as the blood trickles down her arm. Stepping forward she displays the wound to the others, before the wound mends itself shut. 

The others nod, mildly impressed, before Alex steps forward, pointing a figure at her with his hand still holding a beer, “So you like, have the same power as Darwin… but worse,” he states.

Raven gasps, hitting him with a pillow. “I think it's cool,” she leans forward, resting her head in her hands, “what do you want to be called?”

Y/N shrugs, embarrassed by Alex’s comment, but decides it's better to brush it off, “I don’t know.”

“I think we should call you…” Angel pauses for effect, “Solace! Because like that’s what you’ll be, if you're like, our medic or whatever!”

Alex snorts, earning a glare from the two girls, but a grin from Sean. “Don't look at me,” he raises his hands in defense, “I think it's perfect.”

They girls ignore him, instead opting to look to Y/N for her thoughts. “I really like it, thanks Angel,” she smiles politely, rejoining them on the couch. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Y/N was screwed. The whole team wanted to know how she could be of use other than as a healer. And now Charles wanted her to practice her power. But she hadn't done this since she was a kid, and even then it was an accident. She had tried everyday since then not to do it again. And now here she stood, somewhere in Charles’ basement, standing in a room with a caged rat. Just her and the rat. 

Charles was smart enough to know she would never do it with him watching, even now, she debated letting the rat go and getting some ketchup from the kitchen and splattering it everywhere. But she knew she had to do it. Shaw was evil. He has to be stopped. Or we're all dead, Y/N thought to herself. You can do this.

She approaches the table where the cage sat, stopping a few inches from it. She lifts the hatch at the top of the cage, places her hand in the opening, wincing as her hand touches the poor animal’s body, her powers searching its anatomy. Y/N can feel its heartbeat, the blood rushing through its veins, all its organs working to keep it alive. She scrunches her face tightly, that dark feeling creeping up, the feeling she usually pushes away. 

Instead, today she takes a deep breath, before letting the darkness overcome her. The rat squeals, she feels its organs constrict, before imploding one by one. It weeps in pain, but Y/N persists, watching as the rat's bones snap at unnatural angles. She looks into the creature's eyes, before her power rushes to its brain and heart, killing it instantly.

There are tears in her eyes, but Y/N feels no sadness. She brushes them aside, stands up straight, and exits the room.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“... and Y/N do what you have to,” Charles makes a pointed look at the girl. 

Alex snorts, “What’s she gonna do? Heal them to death?”

Instead of retorting to Alex, which she had gotten comfortable doing in the past few weeks, Y/N looks Charles in the eyes, to which he nods assuredly. “Now go!” he exclaims.

Her fellow team members were quick to break into fights with the Hellfire Club. Y/N on the other hand, was dodging stray punches and mostly playing as the distraction. But then, out of the corner of her eyes, she spots Riptide sending a massive whirlwind towards Alex, who tries to dodge it but is trapped by the wreckage of the Caspartina. Y/N quickly judges the distance from where she stood, and decides to take the risk. Thankfully her running towards him distracts Riptide enough to miss Alex by inches. Unluckily, he manages to get a smaller whirlwind out and sends it harshly into Y/N’s chest. She flies through the air, landing on her back. Alex is quick to retaliate, sending a blast towards Riptide, which hits him effectively, sending him flying backwards towards where Y/N was climbing to her feet. Riptide had not been knocked to the ground, and once he regained his bearings he began charging up another whirlwind. Do what you have to, Charles’ words rang in her ears as she rushed from behind the enemy, hand outstretched. As soon as she makes contact, the darkness inside of her reaches out and clenches around the man’s heart, before crushing it completely. Riptide’s whirlwind falters, before he collapses to his knees, falling face first into the sand. 

Y/N stands there, hand extended, looking at the dead man on the sand. It isn’t until Alex yelling her name, and rushing to her side that she snapped back to reality. Looking up to see at least a hundred missiles in the sky, aimed right for the beach. He is careful not to touch her but ushers her to where the others are now huddled near Erik and Charles as they yell at one another. None of it registers to her. She can't stop looking back and forth between her hands and the missiles being tossed around in the sky.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Are you okay?” this may be the nicest conversation Y/N and Alex had ever had, and Y/N had only said 3 words. Alex nods, but Y/N knows, she's not that stupid, they were just in a huge fight, there's no way he's unharmed, even someone as powerful as Alex. “You know you can't lie to me,” she tries to lighten the mood with a grin.

Alex winces, “Why didn't you tell us about the,” he waves his hand vaguely in the direction of the beach where Riptides now dead body lays, “not-healing thing?”

Y/N looks down at her hands, “It was something I wanted to forget… Push down, never use… But Charles had other plans,” she shrugs, finally looking up at the boy. He nods, reaching out to take one of her hands in his. “Do you trust me?” she whispers. 

“Yes,” Alex states, squeezing her hand tightly. Y/N relaxes, a small smile forming as the familiar lightness of her power courses through Alex’s body, healing his wounds. He sucks in a deep breath, before stretching his leg, a laugh bubbling up from within him, “Did you heal my old torn ACL?” Y/N grins, shrugging at him before stepping back and heading to heal some of the other team members.

✬ 1983 ✬

“...You know what Jubliee? I'll look into that for you, okay?” Y/N walks alongside the young girl down the main stairs in the manor. 

“Thanks Y/N! You're the best!” she runs off, skipping down the rest of the stairs. Y/N’s eyes follow her before landing on someone she never thought she'd see again. She almost didn’t recognize him in his preppy clothes, but that blonde hair and mole on his neck was unmistakable. 

Alex’s head turns to the side, looking to the staircase, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the mutant stopped halfway down. “Y/N!” he exclaims loud enough to shock his younger brother standing next to him. Hank is unfazed by Alex’s lack of interest in what he’d been saying. Instead Beast grins as he sees Y/N rush down the stairs and wrap her arms tightly around the blonde's neck. She leans back, her hands finding a comfortable spot on his biceps, his still resting on her hips. “I-I, um… It’s so good to see you!” Y/N quickly realizes how awkward she had made the situation. 

“You too,” Alex whispers, staring intently at her, drinking in all of the changes in her face over the years. 

Scott clears his throat uncomfortably, and Hank glares at him despite the boy not being able to see him. Hank’s mad that this kid is ruining what he's been hoping to see all along. He hadn't noticed it at the beginning, no, it had happened sometime around Cuba. But the two had grown quite fond of each other, Hank often caught them being rather intimate, regardless of the fact that they claimed back and forth to only be ‘friends’.

✬ 1962 ✬

Y/N sat on the windowsill in her bedroom, book in hand, the afternoon sun providing the perfect reading light. There’s a soft tap at her door, but before she could even grab her bookmark, Alex has entered her room, taking in the few personal touches and how she had not made her bed this morning.

“Hey,” he steps forward slowly, after spotting her on her perch. 

“Hey,” she replies, quickly searching for the bookmark she swore she placed next to her. She smiles triumphantly when she finds it tucked under her leg, and places it in her book. She goes to stand, but when she looks up, Alex has already crossed the room, standing just a few feet from her. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks, eyes still wandering the room. Was he nervous?

“Not bad, you?” Y/N steps forward, closing the gap between the two almost completely.

“Good, great, actually,” he nods. 

“What are you doing here..?” Y/N asks with a tilt of her head. 

“Do you trust me?” Alex repeats the question from the day on the beach in Cuba, with just as much conviction as Y/N had. She nods in response, over the past couple weeks the two had talked more than ever and Alex wasn't as much of an asshole as she had previously thought. He leans forward, hands brushing her hips as he connects his lips with hers. Y/N sinks deeply into the kiss at first, a giddy feeling rising in her chest. 

Then Alex’s hands snake under her shirt, and a pit forms in her stomach, and not the good kind either. Suddenly she could feel him, or moreso his body, more than she would like, she pulled away, backing into the windowsill, breathless. “Is everything alright?” Alex asks, genuine concern laced in his voice.

“I-,” starts, breath hitching in her throat, she wanted to do this. But she knew she couldn't. Alex steps forward cautiously, hands about to touch her forearms, “I can't,” she gestures towards his outstretched hands, “do this.”

He looks down, towards where she held her hands parallel to his, wanting to interact, but an invisible force stopping her. “Riptide?” he asks, looking up into her eyes. She is quick to look away, ashamed that this kill has taken such a toll on her. “It’s okay,” he assures, hands floating up to rest on her shoulders but stopping just centimeters away. “We'll get through this,” once again, his instinct was to cup her cheek, but instead he opts for brushing a strand of hair out of her face gently, “together.”

✬ 1983 ✬

“So,” Alex clears his throat, as he and Hank walk away from the dorm room they had dropped Scott off in to rest for the evening until supper. “How long has Y/N been back?” 

Hank grins, nodding his head to himself, “Since, oh gosh, it's been like 10 years, hasn't it? After Erik’s last scandal, at least.”

“And you two are like… what?” Alex draws his strides longer so the two could chat without the prying ears around the main hallways.

Hank laughs, “Friends? Like we always have been?” He takes a moment to take in Alex, who seems unsettled and unsure, and Hank has an inkling what it's about, “She's missed you, you know. I think she always hoped you would have come back when you got discharged from the army.”

Alex nods, watching his feet intently, regret written all over his face, “I screwed up, huh?” He looks to his comrade.

“Not yet,” Hank claps him on the back before heading down the hall towards Charles’ office.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Y/N was pissed, mostly at herself. Somehow, due her daydream-filled-head likely, she hadn’t noticed a certain group of kids were missing. “Hank!” she called to the brunette ahead of her in the hall. 

Hank turns, he has a solemn look on his face, “Yes, Y/N?” 

She frowns, “Is everything okay? I was just gonna ask if you’d seen Jubilee, yesterday I told her I’d look into-”

“Y/N!” She hears her name moments before she is tackled in a hug from behind.

“Raven? What are you doing here?” she turns in the woman’s arms, embracing her just as tight as she had been seconds prior. 

“Ah, you know,” she waves off the thought, “Just found a straggler, figured this would be the right place to bring him.” Raven beams down at the woman she considered one of her only friends. 

Y/N grins happily, but Hank lets out a disgruntled huff from beside them. Before Y/N can inquire what’s gotten into him, Charles wheels through the front door, Alex and Moira MacTaggert on his heels. “Raven?” he repeats the phrase in a similarly surprised tone Y/N had had moments before. 

“Moira?” she responds, eyes barely even glancing at Charles. Moira gapes at the woman, unsure if she recognizes her. 

“Will you excuse us for a moment?” Charles asks Moira, “Raven, follow me,” he instructs, and leads her to his office.

Y/N is quick to turn back to the guest in the mansion, “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s great to meet you.”

“Moira, it’s nice to meet you too,” she extends her hand for Y/N to shake, which she does. Then Moira turns to Hank who introduces himself politely and shakes her hand as well. 

“This place is amazing, and strangely familiar…” Moira looks around the foyer, examining the architecture. 

Y/N panics, looking to Alex, then Hank for help. “Hahah, yeah, I’m sure you’ve been to a lot of lovely mansions, working so high up in the government and all,” she manages to come up with. 

“Yeah, yeah…” Moira agrees absentmindedly, running her hand along the table in the center of the room. “Wait, how did you know where I work?” she snaps back to.

“Oh, haha,” the younger girl chuckles nervously, “Charles has been talking about going to see you for a while.”

Moira nods, then resumes examining the building. A minute or so passes and Y/N looks at Alex with pleading eyes, but before he could get something out, Moira is pondering again, “I swear I’ve been here before.”

“Old houses,” Hank replies dejectedly, “They all look the same.” With Moira’s back still turned from the group, Alex makes a displeased face at the man but he ignores it. 

“Would all of you like to come with me?” Charles announces, as he and Raven return from the office. Y/N goes to interject about the missing kids, but the look on Charles’ face makes her silence herself, he was deadly serious.

“Where are we going?” Moira asks as they walk down the hall to the elevator. 

“Downstairs… It’s a little… different from the rest of the school,” Charles replies. 

Xavier leads the group downstairs and towards Cerebro, an uneasiness settles over Y/N’s form. Sensing her tenseness, out of instinct, Alex’s hand reaches over and squeezes her’s tightly, surprising Y/N. Although, she stops herself from pulling away, instead she looks up at Alex, who is already watching her, and squeezes his hand back, before slipping her hand away and following the group. 

Charles uses Cerebro to locate Erik, who has been suffering since the loss of his wife and daughter. But it quickly turns sour, with Hank yelling for him to get out, and when he doesn’t respond, Hank attempts to remove the headpiece, but it shocks him and causes Charles to begin screaming in pain. “Alex!” Charles finally manages to get out, “Destroy it! Destroy everything! Destroy Cerebro!” Alex rushes forward, in front of where everyone is standing and looks back at Xavier for confirmation, “Wreak Havok!” Charles exclaims. Alex lets loose, sending plasma beams from his chest and arms, trying to thoroughly destroy the machine quickly. Finally it catches fire and the hold it has on Charles breaks, Y/N rushes to Alex’s side to help him through the rubble, while Raven helps Moira and Hank guides Charles.

Outside Cerebro, you all attempt to catch your breath, but a buzzing gains your attention down the hall. A force field appears, and within it Erik, alongside a handful of mutants. “Erik-” Raven manages to squeak out before Charles is being yanked down the hall by his metal wheelchair, she screams. Alex is quick to rush down the hall, yelling after them, “Hey! Asshole!” 

“All will be revealed, my child,” the larger blue pigmented man replies. 

Y/N and Hank run forward when they see Alex stop and begin to power up. “Alex!” Y/N screeches.

“Stop!” Hank yells, before him and Y/N halt and scream “No!” simultaneously, knowing exactly what was about to happen before it did. 

The red blast emits from Alex’s chest, and before he could register what was happening, Erik and co. were gone, and his energy was hitting the core of the quinjet Hank had been building. Hank instinctually wraps an arm around Y/N to protect her from the blast.

In the blink of an eye Y/N and Hank had collapsed on the ground outside of the mansion, the eruption sounding behind them. “No!” Y/N cries, “Alex!” she pushes Hank off of her, jumping to her feet, scanning the grass around her. To her right, there he lay, terribly burned and unmoving. She falls to the ground at his side, shaking him lightly, “Alex,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes. She feels the power within her begin to work, slowly, but she has hope when his heart begins to beat a little faster. Hank is talking to someone beside her but she hears only mumbling, her head flowing with too many thoughts as the burns heal slower than her powers have ever worked. 

“Where’s Alex?” Scott’s voice cuts through to Y/N, his voice laced with worry, “Where’s my brother?” Soon Scott was sliding on his knees at the side of his brother. “Alex?” he shakes him by the shoulders, causing Y/N to lose focus. Alex’s breathing becomes rugged, causing Scott to worry more.

“Hey!” Hank steps forward, pulling the boy up onto his feet, “Let her work okay? She’s trying to save him.” 

Y/N dives back into her work, healing the man she loves one cell at a time. It was tedious work, but she would do it forever if she could only talk to him again. Soon, but not soon enough, the lightness of his skin begins to return, his breathing becoming even, and his heart rate slowing to a steady thump thump thump. When his blue eyes flutter open, Y/N thought her own heart might’ve stopped. “Alex!” she exclaims breathlessly. 

“Hey,” he tried to get out but his voice was brittle. She shushed him, letting her powers work a little fast now that he was awake and seemingly well. “I,” he starts before clearing his throat, “I never told you-” he tries.

“Don’t,” Y/N interjects, looking into his eyes and knowing what he was going to say, because she wanted to say it too. 

He moves up a little, leaning on his elbows to get a better look at her face, “I love you,” he whispers anyway.

Y/N melts a little, “Alex!” Scott exclaims, seeing his brother is now awake. He practically throws himself on top of the blonde, much to everyone’s displeasure. 

“Ow!” Alex exclaims, though there is a wide grin across his face. “What did you miss me or something?” Scott playfully pushes Alex’s shoulder, earning him a glare from Y/N. Scott takes it as this isn’t the moment to have a brotherly bonding moment, and retreats with his hands raised in surrender.

When the two were alone again, Y/N brought her hand up to cup Alex’s face, her thumb tracing his cheekbone, “I’ve always loved you, Alex Summers.”

Fuck it, Alex tells himself, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his, hoping this might actually be his time. 

[lemonisntreal]

TONE DEAF :: Rosita and Norman <3

The first in a [hopefully] series of redesign + headcanon posts where I give you my take on a character for my AU

I'm grouping the two together because a] a lot of fluff headcanons I have, they share [because they're literally husband and wife]. And b] if I made an individual post for every single character, I... would go insane. So yeah. A bunch of characters are gonna get clumped together.

[FULL MASTERPOST HERE [yet to be made <3]]

HEADCANONS // BACKSTORY ⬇️

Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic [also autistic]

Both of them are the same age, mid to late thirties.

In terms of general intelligence: Rosita has gifted IQ, while Norman is at genius level.

I know. I know Norman seems kinda dim in the movies. But guys [LMAO]. "I know it looks like there's nothing happening behind those eyes, but...... he can make entire computers!"

He's so smart yet so stupid. He's that kind of character. Like he can do all of this super impressive shit, and is super talented and can do math like BOOM done, but he's also kinda a "deer-in-the-headlights" when it comes to life [I LOVE HIM 👹]

Both of them worked hard and have their college degrees almost completely paid off at this point because of the scholarships they earned.

Rosita has a degree in engineering, Norman's a computer scientist.

They're both in STEM, it's just that Rosita likes to handle more of the mechanical aspects of things while Norman's better with the technical stuff, which I think is cute af.

Yin and Yang <3

This dynamic is just how they are too. How they act. Like for example, Rosita can be very to-the-point-

She's very much a problem solver and will get right to it once she understands what she's doing. Like yeah, she often takes a very methodical approach to it [see the scene where she's got all the papers laid out to try and learn to dance- very new territory for her], but once she learns, she gos all in. And EATS.

Norman's gotta have a plan before doing anything, meanwhile. He has a morning routine that can't be interrupted or else his whole day and mood will be thrown off. He reads through a recipe twice before even starting. That kind of stuff.

He's a lot more hesitant to even try.

A lot of people find Norman boring. But Rosita is enraptured by every word he says, she LOVES his long spiels about hyper-specific [and often mundane] things.

AAAA--

Norman is also a closeted DORK. He ran a tabletop games club in highschool with a couple other of his geeky ass friends [he's still into D&D to this day and has introduced Rosita to the game too]

[she's fun to play with, but super competitive. This goes for ANY game, actually, not just D&D. She'll kinda accidentally turn everything into a "contest" due to her inability to not do her very best] [it's mostly inspirational, not annoying, if that makes sense?]

I also wanna say Norman was in a weird amount of drama that he didn't want to be in at this time. Like all of his friends had falling-outs, and he was just always caught in the middle of it.

He's afraid of confrontation [UNLESS IT'S FOR HIS WIFE] [HE STANDS UP FOR HER RAHHHH] [this is gonna happen when I get to rewriting Sing 2, he's NOT just gonna take Crystal calling his WIFE "mommy pig"]

They're sooo "excuse me, he asked for no pickles"

Norman and Rosita technically met in high school, in Junior year when Norman first moved to Calatonia.

WHICH, he and his family did this because this was a point in time where laws having to do with the rights of animals were VERY flimsy, and Calatonia was one of the first and only safe places at the time-- for Pigs especially, actually.

The 3 Little Pigs is deadass CANON TO SING. So Pigs were/are actually a marginalized species in this universe.

[[during the warring period that I have yet to really talk about, they were often victims of the anarchy and poaching, so stigmas and insults around them still exist to this day]]

[[[[see Jimmy Crystal]]]]

So anyway, they "met" in high school- Norman totally crushed on Rosita from afar whenever he'd catch her in volleyball matches-

Rosita had a major tomboy phase throughout high school, slowly falling out of it during college [still only saves dresses and skirts for special occasions really]

[[Fun fact, Rosita is also sapiosexual [attracted to intelligence] [Roxanne Ritchi ahh] ]]

[[Norman is bi]]

They actually got introduced to eachother and had a proper arc when they went to the same college [which might've been a college in Redshore actually? But I'm not 100% sure on that headcanon. It would line up since Rosita's "wanted to perform in Redshore since she was a little kid" and Redshore is obviously a massive city with a lot of notoriety. Idk though- and it's not really that important to the story anyways]

Norman and Rosita had plans together- they were gonna make it big and live freely. Things were looking up with the lawmakers, who were finally repealing a bunch of nasty stuff that was put in place during the war times. And the two had hope that their dreams could actually be accomplished.

Rosita, who was originally gonna play it safe and become an engineer, was now thinking about attempting to become a performer [which Norman has supported since the beginning, he LOVES her singing, and often tells her that she's "better than some of the people I've heard on TV!"]

But. Life got in the way...

Present day, Norman works in Redshore at Crystal Enterprises. He's the head of some sort of organizational team- not really working on what he loves at this point.

And this is because of their children, who were a very sudden appearance in their lives [which is why we see so much struggle in the chaos at the beginning of the movie in this AU]

Rosita stopped everything, and Norman grabbed the first high-ish paying job he could, spending all his spare time on clocking in overtime hours.

The kids are all adopted, and there's only 6 now: Oldest Caspar [13], twin boys Mickey and Moe [11], middle child Kelly [9], little bro Freddy[8], and Zoey the sweet baby sister [6].

They became foster parents after the death of Rosita's sister [this hc is kinda subject to change, but this is the story rn. I'll specify on this later ☝️]

So Rosita's kinda put her life on hold for these babies. She's such a great mom to them, and they love her and Norman so much

But some of the older kids [Caspar specifically] are kinda in a rough phase since they feel like she resents them [which she doesn't], or that she isn't their "real mom" [which she IS]

This is like an E plot in the story, but definitely's gonna get at least a little bit of focus.

Rosita and Norman's marriage is falling apart just a little bit due to burnout, but it'll get better <3 [I can't do anything tragic to these two they're too sweet]

Norman snuggles up to Rosita in his sleep. Rosita starfishes LMAO

They wake up entangled. This is normal.

"Pig piles" are also a thing- there have been several nights where all six children "had nightmares" and so the family of 8 all slept in the same bed.

Norman has the best bond with the two girls out of all the children. They immediately latched onto him to be their level-headed dad.

Rosita can carry two kids at once easily, and often "relocates" them like this :>

She's probably the strongest out of everyone in the troupe if you don't count the potential Meena has. She solos.

She's constantly taking notes on everyone and everything around her. At the theater, you'll catch her tidying stuff up she spots out of the corner of her vision while you're having a conversation with her [she's still listening]. She knows everyones favorite foods, and allergies, and their preferences in things, etc. She's the most attentive and considerate out of all of them [the mom]

She may have a touch of OCD.

She gives the best hugs.

Rosita is also a FANTASTIC cook [not even a headcanon, I'm pretty sure the entire fandom agrees on this one] and often bakes stuff for her sweet-toothed children [and husband]

This is actually how she initially connected with Caspar, who refused to eat or speak at first when they were all placed with Rosita.

Cinnamon rolls.

Kelly will only eat the frosting off the top, and has ruined an entire pan before by doing this.

Rosita actually isn't the biggest fan of chocolate, small detail.

Idk why she just strikes me as not being an enjoyer.

Loves vanilla though. People are furious when she answers "vanilla" with zero hesitation to the chocolate vs vanilla question.

Norman is kinda a hopeless romantic, or at least really enjoys the aesthetic of it [in a sweet and not shallow way ofc], and goes all out every Valentine's Day: balloons, flowers, the works. He's learned that Rosita prefers strawberries over a box of chocolates, however. Has a tradition of getting a fruit basket for her <3

They also have a tradition from all the way back in college, where they go out to eat at specifically the in-universe equivalent of Olive Garden [which was the fanciest thing they could afford at the time] and eat a shared giant plate of spaghetti.

Norman loves coffee. Insists he likes it black but actually prefers a good 50:50 ratio of creamer and coffee.

Norman is also ☝️ lactose intolerant LMAO

[[or would be, if traditional milk was widely accessible/a thing. I say "lactose intolerant" but what I really mean is he's allergic to most milk substitutes- like nuts and soy [gives him tummy ache, not anaphylaxis] ]]

God, parenthesis are carrying me so hard rn.

Stopping here because I'm tired, but I could go ON about these two omg-

Normita forever rahhhh <3

[darlingdaisyfarm]

TUTORING WITH BENEFITS

Ford science can be sexy Pines

tags: smut, nsfw blurb, Ford x reader, power dynamics??, praise kink, professor Ford, edging, teasing, p in v, private tutoring

inspired by this

the whole afternoon wasted.

knees curled to your chest, arms crossed over untouched notes, that insufferable pout doing all the work. mumbling nonsense about how stupid you were, how the exam would ruin everything. and not once had those pretty hands of yours so much as flipped a page. pure avoidance, obvious even to an idiot. and Stanford Pines, who watched this pathetic loop repeat again and again from behind his journal, had finally run out of patience. the constant whimpering, the muttered “i’m so dumb, i’m never gonna pass” oh he’d had enough.

“if you’ve got enough energy to complain, you’ve got enough energy to try, sweetheart.”

so he guided it out of you, shoving the textbook aside with the back of his hand, pushing both knees apart until you were spread wide open for him.

“question one.” his six fingered hand cradled your jaw. “define thermodynamic equilibrium.”

and the answer, somehow, buried under breath and arousal, came out correct. surprising. a soft smile tugged at his lips. what a smart thing you are. “that brain works just fine,” Ford murmured, and then pushed inside. thick, hot, the stretch deliciously obscene as his cock filled your clenching pussy, pressing right into the soft walls as it belonged nowhere else. your gasp reached his ears and Ford groaned in response, pushing deeper, six fingers grabbed at the coarse hem of his sweater, tugging it up, exposing that line of silver hair trailing down to his hips. oh how you loved it when Ford did that.

he started moving, hips rocking into you. “you feel that? that’s what happens when you focus.”

the next question you got wrong.

immediately, Ford slipped out, slowly but cruel enough to make you whimper in disappoinment. the flushed head dragged right across your throbbing clit, once, twice, sending sharp jolts of unfair pleasure through your whole body. your hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for friction, but his palm pinned your pelvis flat with infuriating ease.

“no, no, not like that.” calmly, he adjusted his glasses with one hand, cock still steady in the other. “don’t worry. we’ll repeat the question until you get it right, sweetheart.”

fortunately, the following attempts earned rewards, sharp answers spilling out of your lips as he fed your desperate pussy back inch by inch, pushing deeper every time, forcing your cunt to make space for him where there was none.

“good, that’s good,” Ford praised, fingers rubbing lazy circles into your trembling thigh while keeping his damn sweater bunched in his fist, half-dressed, fucking you like some private tutor with very. . .questionable methods.

you liked that kind of roleplay though. the idea was hot. Ford thought the same. study hard, fuck harder.

then came another question. you tried, but your mind had already started melting, too busy drowning in how good it felt to be stretched, stuffed and filled to the brim. slick gushed out, your empty pussy squeezing around nothing as he pulled out once more.

punishment was immediate and you gasped. “mmf—Ford, wait—i think—“

“you think?” Ford’s voice rasped, tip poised right against your aching clit. “then answer.”

“it’s. . . mhmm, entropy, ah! it measures disorder. i swear—“

his cock notched back against your soaked entrance. “that’s my brilliant one.” you could swear your eyes had little hearts sparkling behind them when he sank back in, filling you full again, and your pussy greedily welcomeed him tight as you cried out.

and indeed, the only flashcards you needed were the ones he drilled into you, answer by answer, pounding your soaked needy cunt until your walls clenched tighter with every correct response, until your brain was too full of him to hold anything else. just get it right, sweetheart and Ford would fuck you so thoroughly your brain would light up like tesla’s damn tower.

“good, darling, s-so good. you’re almost ready for that test. tomorrow you’ll ace everything,” he groaned, voice slipping too from how tightly and warmly your pussy enveloped him, thrusts snapping hard now, hips slamming flush with wet slaps filling the room.

“p-please, i need the next question, Ford. . .“

and holy multiverse, how Ford smiled at that. he had every intention of ruining your poor pussy before the page even turned.

[quinnysnursery]

imagine cg!matt taking his little to the park or something and there’s an adult there being judgmental 😓 they actually approach them and start being horrible and matt just sticks up for his little 😭🦋

[🩹] if you can't say something nice... | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : cg!matt sturniolo x fem!little!reader

summary : matt and his little one attempt having a good day at the park. sadly, things don't go as planned.

warning/extra tid-bits : age regression being mistaken for DDLG, swearing, panic attack, i think that's it

word count : 1,557

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (flower/leafy thing from @saradika-graphics)

a/n : I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS ONE-SHOT C: (not proof read, i'm just a girl!)

Today was supposed to be a good day. In fact, it was supposed to be such a good day that you’d been looking forward to it since last Friday- texting your caregiver about your plans at least once a day.

“Dada!! We still goin park?!” “Park in two days!!” “PARK TODAYYY”

Honestly, it had been a good day- for the most part. Matt got to your house early and helped you pick out the perfect outfit for a day at the park. On the way there, Matt stopped and picked up your absolute favorite fast food- being sure to add on an extra kids meal toy just for you.

It was safe to say that you were deep in your headspace by the time you and your caregiver got to the park. “Ya ready?” Matt asked as he opened the passenger side door, unbuckling your seatbelt and helping you get out the car.

“Uh-huh!” You chirped, holding onto Matt’s hand as you buzzed with excitement. As the two of you began approaching the park- a gentle breeze flowing through the air was enough to cool you down from the warm sun beaming down on you.

Matt had been smart enough to take you to the park during the week, while school was in session. This meant that the park was only occupied by elderly people enjoying their retirement and the occasional jogger, and the playground was completely free of anyone.

You bounced excitedly as you made your way over to the swings, the mulch under your shoes crunching as you rushed over. “Push ‘e!” You smiled, earning a raised eyebrow from your caregiver.

“Manners, baby.” He directed gently- Matt was by no means a “strict” caregiver. If anything, he probably spoiled you a bit too much however that didn’t mean he didn’t have to put his foot down from time to time.

You blinked at him for a few moments before realizing your mistake, “Oh! Sorry! Push ‘e, pleaaaseee.” You dragged out, a toothy grin accompanying your words. Matt instantly gave in, praising you for remembering your manners. 

Matt came up from behind you, pushing you gently. You began moving you back and forth- gravity raising you higher and higher. 

You giggled and swung your legs back and force, pretending to scoop ice cream with your legs- a method that had been taught to you by Matt when you first met. 

You were having the best time. The breeze in your hair, the occasional chit-chat with your caregiver about the squirrels that were chasing each other around a nearby tree. You were deep in your headspace, somewhere around 4…maybe 5. It was good, it was peaceful.

 Matt stopped pushing you for a moment, letting gravity bring you back to him. You looked up at him, smiling brightly. “Hi dada.” You smiled, keeping your voice quiet- nobody was near but still. 

“Hi babygirl.” Matt smiled back, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. You let out a soft giggle, kicking your legs happily. 

“YOU TWO.” An angry voice yelled, causing you to jump and subconsciously reach for Matt. Matt instantly stepped in front of you, “Is there a problem?” He asked- tone protective. 

Your eyes followed Matt’s, landing on a middle-aged woman with a deep set scowl on her face. “Yes, as a matter of fact there is.” She spat out, “This is a children’s playground.” She stated, pointing at you. 

Matt furrowed his brow, “Yes ma’am but there aren’t any kids here right now-” He tried explaining, only to be cut off. “That doesn’t matter! You two are infesting it with your…ways.” She grimaced- you wondered in the back of your head if her facial muscles ever grew sore from frowning so much. 

“Our ways?” Matt asked, confused as to what she meant. The woman stammered for a moment before getting her words out, “Don’t act dumb boy! I know all about what you two are doing…that disgusting daddy dom shit!” 

Her words rang around your ears, immediately bringing your heart to the pit of your stomach. Matt scoffed, “No ma’am, you’ve got it mistaken-” Your caregiver was cut off once again, “Don’t play dumb with me, boy!” She screeched.

Your heart began beating rapidly along with your breath quickening. You tugged on the back of Matt’s jacket, his head instantly whipping around to you- his eyes softened as he saw your tear-filled ones. 

“C’mon, let’s get out of here baby.” Matt decided, officially putting an end to your perfect day. You nodded solemnly, standing up off the swing- doing your best to ignore the various insults being flung at both you and your caregiver.

Matt lead you to the car, helping you into the passenger and spilling out apologies as he buckled you in. “I’m so sorry baby, we’ll come back another day. Okay?” He said gently, but you simply stared into your lap sadly- attempting to blink back tears.

Matt let out a soft sigh, closing the passenger side door and jogging over to the driver's seat- sliding in and starting the car. “Do you wanna try another park? School doesn’t get out for another few hours so-” You shook your head, causing Matt to stop talking as his face formed a frown.

Matt sighed, starting the car and putting it into reverse. As you watched the playground grow smaller the further you got, you couldn’t help but let some tears slip out. Matt glanced at you, his heart breaking as he watched you break down in the passenger seat of his car.

“Baby… I know, I know.” He cooed, only making your tears rush out quicker. Your breathing hitched as your vision blurred, “M’ jus’ wanted ‘oo play!” You choked out, Matt’s comforting words falling on deaf ear.

Your breathing continued to quicken before you realized you weren’t able to control it any longer, it was as if there wasn’t enough air in your lungs. Matt recognized your panicked state, making quick work to pull into an empty Target parking lot and pulling into an empty space.

“Oh bunny…” He cooed, turning to face you and pulling you into a hug- leaning awkwardly over the middle console. You choked out a sob into his shoulder, blubbering out apologies about ruining his t-shirt.

“Don’t worry about that right now, I have plenty of shirts.” Matt comforted, rubbing circles into your back in an effort to soothe your cries. You sniffled, nodding as you hide your face into the crook of his neck. “M’ not…not like that!” You cried out, the thought of your safe headspace being seen as something NSFW making you feel dirty.

“I know baby, I know you aren’t.” He lulled, pressing gentle kisses atop your head. He pulled away, lifting up your chin to make your eyes meet his. Matt’s heart broke at the sight of your red nose and puffy eyes. 

He quickly dug in the middle console for fast food napkins that were usually used when Chris or Nick spilled their drinks, but today they’d have to make due as tissues. 

Matt wiped your nose with one napkin before grabbing another and carefully dabbing your wet eyes. “Deep breath in.” He coached, mimicking the action he was describing. You took a shaky breath in, earning praise from your caregiver.

“Good job, good job baby.” He smiled. “And out.” He breathed out, smiling as you followed suit. “You did so great, baby!” He praised, moving your hair away from your face.

You smiled back at your caregiver, still a bit sniffly from the tears that were previously streaming down your face. “M’ wanted ‘oo play…” You frowned, pouty lip.

Matt nodded sympathetically, rubbing your shoulder. “I know precious, I know.” 

“She was so mean!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and sitting back in your seat. Matt thought for a moment before nodding, “She was, wasn’t she?”. You nodded, “But hey,” Matt’s words caught your attention- making you look at him once again.

“We’re gonna go back to the park tomorrow and have so much fun, yeah?” He smiled, immediately plastering a smile onto your face. You nodded quickly, your hair bouncing as you did. “And we both know that we aren’t gross, right?” He asked, you thought for a moment before nodding. “M’ not gross, she’s g’woss.” You decided, earning a soft chuckle from Matt.

“That’s right baby.” He smiled, pressing a soft peck to your cheek. 

The two of you sat together for a bit, enjoying people watching in the car before Matt began driving back to the triplets house- only after promising to watch a movie and cuddle.

“What movie do you think we should watch?” He asked as he turned into the neighborhood. You thought for a moment before gasping and turning to your caregiver- excitement sparkling in your eyes.

“Bambi!” You smiled, Matt nodded. “Bambi it is, baby.” 

You were silent for a few moments before speaking up again, doing your best impression of the animated rabbit from the movie. “If ‘ou can’t say some’ing nice…” You looked at your caregiver with expecting eyes.Matt chuckled lovingly at the connection you’d made between the experience from the park and your favorite Disney movie. “Don’t say nothin’ at all.” He smiled, parking the car in the garage and tapping your nose playfully.

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[stnkiconverse]

hi hi!! may i request nina, kate, and/or jane mentoring a newbie creepypasta/proxy reader? all platonic but could be romantic if u want! i thought it would be fun :3

Nina, Kate and Jane mentoring Newbie!Proxy!Reader

Platonic AND Romantic versions :3

Nina

Platonic Mentorship

- Nina does not take you seriously at first. You’re a newbie, probably nervous, and she feeds off that 😭😭

- Expect her to mess with you constantly; hiding your weapons, pushing you into fights just to “see what happens,” and gaslighting you into thinking she’s helping.

“You’re scared? Pfft, no you’re not, you’re just excitement-starved. C’mon, let’s go break something!”

- Teaches you how to manipulate people. Not in a “here’s a lesson” way; she just does it in front of and to you and expects you to pick it up 😔

- The worst teacher but somehow effective. You’ll get stronger, faster, and meaner… but at what cost? 🤨

- If you impress her? She actually starts giving real advice. But only after tormenting you first.

“Okay, fine, you’re not totally hopeless. You should try aiming lower when you stab, it’s way harder to dodge.”

Romantic Mentorship

- The constant teasing gets worse. She loves making you flustered.

- “Ohh, do you get nervous when I get this close?” she says as she leans in too close just to watch you squirm 😭😭

- Gets possessive fast. She does not share well. If someone else tries even giving you advice? She makes their life hell 😭😭

- Will drag you into reckless situations on purpose. There’s nothing more thrilling than surviving together🤷

- If you get hurt? She flips out.

“WHO DID IT? I SWEAR I’M GONNA RIP THEIR FUCKING SPINE OUT.”

- The first time you manipulate someone, she literally swoons.

“Awww, my little monster is learning! :3”

Kate

Platonic Mentorship

- Expects you to learn by watching. She’s not big on instructions; she moves, you follow. If you can’t keep up? That’s your problem 🤷

- Strict but fair. If you ask stupid questions, she ignores them. If you ask smart ones, she actually answers :3

- Takes you on silent hunts—stalking victims, watching patterns, teaching you how to move unseen :33

“You breathe too loud. Fix it.”

- Pushes you past your limits. If you complain? She doesn’t care 😔

- Teaches you precision. She hates wasted movement, wasted words, wasted time. If you swing a knife without purpose, she makes you do it again.

Romantic Mentorship

- Denial, denial, denial. Kate does NOT acknowledge her feelings at first.

- If she notices that she started going easier on you? She forces herself to be harder on you instead 😭

- Acts indifferent, but watches your every move. She memorizes how you fight, how you think, your tells and weaknesses :33

- Gives you her hoodie (extremely rare) once and immediately regrets it 😭😭

“I didn’t do it because I like you. You were cold. That’s it. Shut up.”

- Snaps if someone else flirts with you. Doesn’t say anything—just steps in front of you, stares the other person down, and doesn’t move 😼

- If you get hurt? She patches you up silently, but gently. The only time she ever softens.

Jane

Platonic Mentorship

- The only one who actually teaches properly 😭😭

- Jane is patient, methodical, and expects you to take things seriously 🫡

- Drills you on stealth. If you make noise? She hears it. If you hesitate? She catches it 🤷

- Harsh but supportive. If you mess up, she makes you do it again. If you get frustrated? She talks you through it :33

- Gives real-life experience. Instead of just talking, she takes you on missions. She doesn’t interfere unless necessary, she wants to see if you can handle yourself :3

- If you earn her respect? She becomes incredibly protective 😋

Romantic Mentorship

- Human version of slow burn. Jane doesn’t fall fast. She watches you, evaluates you and waits until she’s sure you’re worth it 😭😭

- Actually enjoys teaching you. Watching you grow, get stronger, become confident, it makes her proud :’3

- Will 100% fight anyone who disrespects you, I don’t make the rules 🤷🤷

“They won’t do it again. Trust me.”

- Rare but intense soft moments. Late at night, after a mission, when it’s just the two of you… she lets her guard down.

“You did good today. I- I’m proud of you.”

- Once she lets herself love you, it’s over. She will burn the world down before she lets anything happen to you :33

I HOPE THESE WERE GOOD, SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG :(((((

[old-type-40]

"Since you know so much about me, you must also know my parents were professors. Real smart folks. One day when I was little, they told me I was going to have a baby sister. You see, I'm adopted. They told me that phrase. 'Blood is thicker than water.' But they explained people always get it wrong. Water refers... to the water of the womb. Families related by birth. But blood... Blood means bonds formed in battle. It means the relationships we choose are stronger than the ones we're born into. I've always wondered why that phrase stuck with me at such a young age. But now I know. It's so I could be here now to call out your ignorance."

I loved this moment and wanted to fully capture Becky explaining how people get this wrong.

And on an unrelated note, I wanted to comment on how Singh thought he could earn redemption for all the terrible things he had done in trying to find a cure for the Sick which involved murdering hybrid children. And his plan for redemption was to murder Gus to cure the Sick. Same goal. Different method. Same horribly immoral action. Thinking this would earn him redemption shows he's not a very clear thinker.

[zwolfgames]

Аe you going to write part 4 for bg3? I love it soo much. And may you write headcanons about searching of reader if they tried to leave the gang? Like to leave during cooking of meal or other daily things?

Heyyo guys! Ofcourse I am, I usually alternate between writing a chapter for my main Wattpad story and then a part or oneshot here on Tumblr! A proper part 4 is on the way.

As for your headcannon request, I'll assume it's for a more casual 'Imma up and leave for the afternoon to be alone' and not a total runaway because then I'd be writing the same plot as around end Act2- begin Act3 in a way earlier timeframe. So sorry if it's not as totally angsty and exiting as intended. :<

Warnings: None

Headcannons: (once again, I feel really bad at making these)

The general idea is that you'd slip away for some solitude while some compagnions were arguing, for example. Obvious pairings for a great argument would be Lae'zel and Shadowheart, Wyll and Astarion (about the vampire teaching you rogue tricks), Gale and Halsin (Most dad aligned, can't share) and Minthara with anyone in the future (I'm still trying to recruit her in game, bear with me here...)

So you'd use this ruckus as a valid distraction to slip away.

Being as smart as you are for a teen, you'd found yourself in a secluded tree, high enough in it's branches to remain unnoticed. A good ways away from camp, you wouldn't want to hear them argue in your little safe zone.

It's normal for kids your age to go around on their own and explore a bit. Children that get too sheltered don't grow up securely later on in life.

It's a good argument. But not good enough for your compagnions once they stop their own argument.

It would likely be Halsin or Lae'zel to notice first (Wyll's a close second). As they're the most observant, especially when it comes to keeping an eye on you.

The camp quickly flips, obviously. At this point they've all gotten too attached to you already.

Shadowheart is quick to blame Astarion for either 1, sucking you dry and leaving you for dead, or 2, teaching you to do such things like running off.

Astarion's offended and from there on refuses to aid them with his superiour smell. Not like he can smell you properly, you're not bleeding. But he'd rather be petty and have the rest think he knows where you are so that it doesn't look like he's panicking aswell.

And so starts their search for you.

Gale's casting magic no ones ever heard of to try and locate you.

Shadowheart is pleading to Shar (this is before the temple of Shar, so well duh)

Lae'zel seems to suddenly believe she has the realms' best nose and tries sniffing trough the air.

Wyll is just searching together with Karlach in search of you.

Astarion is sulking, beacuse he just got blamed.

And ofcourse, Halsin has taken on bear form to track you the hell down.

All this while, you get to relax in your little spot, content with a well earned moment of solitude.

Now as you could imagine, it doesn't take long.

Halsin or Gale are the most likely to find you since they're actually using working methods.

Now depending on which of those two get to you first changes the outicome.

If Gale were to find you, he'd give you a stern talking to before giving in when you explain that you just wanted some peace and quiet. he understands, he's a damm wizard who's lived in a tower for years, he yearns for solitude now and then aswell.

Now Halsin, pretty much the same stern talking to, but instead of sympatyzing with your need for solitude, you are now practically stapled to his side until trusted again.

He would ofcourse allow you alone time, aslong as he's there. (So not very alone time...)

The camps druid really seems to think he's an exception to your need for solitide. Why? Nobody knows. Some paternal instict in him sings now that he's met you and there's nothing you can do to change it.

In a possible event that this does happen in the canon story line, it would only further strain your compagnions' relation with Halsin. They're slowly getting fed up with how blunt he is about his possesivenes of you. Yes, they get it. They're feeling the same. But they still share and protect you together.

Welp, that was wayyy too short, I apologize, the idea's aren't blessing me at the moment... ToT

Thank you for your ask though! Every ask I get helps me think about situations I wouldn't have thought of before and that really fleshes out the storyline and how the compagnions would act! <3

I hope this satisfies enough!

Have a nice day/night!

ZWolfGames out.

[genericpuff]

I know LO has been over for a while but something that's always confused me is the 10 year punishment thing. (I dropped the comic before the judgment so correct me if im wrong)

apparently Persephone was sentenced to 10 years in the mortal realm. Yet she complains that Zeus keeps extending her punishment but the timeskip only ends up being 10 years? (From 20 yrs old to 30). that makes it sound like she had a shorter sentence that was extended to 10 yrs (what a fuckin slap on the wrist if it was).

Either her punishment was 10 yrs and Perse was just banking on early parole release or she always had a short sentence which ended up being a measly 10 yrs anyway.

But then that would mean Demeter's punishment period was either tied directly to Persephone's or (for some reason) she had a full 10 yr sentence while Persephone got an initial shorter period

If it's not either of those then shouldn't her punishment be longer? 11, 12, 15, 20 yrs instead? Would make more sense that she was mad if she had to serve at least twice as long as she was told to

Ah so actually she wasn't sentenced to 10 years, she was basically sentenced to a perpetual punishment until Zeus felt certain conditions were met, such as her filling all of the responsibilities of Demeter and turning Minthe back to normal.

So the reason it wound up being 10 years was because Zeus kept finding reasons to extend the sentencing, clearly in an attempt to keep her away from Apollo as he was already suspecting that he might use Persephone's fertility goddess powers to overthrow him.

(joke's on Zeus though, he was overthrown with a poison cupcake lmaooo)

That said, Persephone was... really dumb when she failed her 10th inspection. Primarily because she broke one of the rules Zeus put in place for her before he did the inspection-

Like it's really funny in hindsight to read this scene because at the time the narrative was definitely trying to make us believe that Zeus was the bad guy here, and to a point he's definitely fucking around and not actually planning on letting her out of confinement while also doing jack shit to get to the bottom of his own suspicions regarding his son... but also girl, if your plan was to prove to Zeus that you had filled your end of the bargain, then why try and give him the letter prior to your once-a-year inspection? Either you're failed again over some arbitrary made-up bullshit reason so you can use the guilt-trip method after he's already screwed you over, or best case, you pass and you can deliver the letter to Hades yourself! It was a really dumb move on her part to immediately jump to asking him to bend the rules he made for her when she should know Zeus isn't gonna feel obligated to 'owe' her anything, and is completely contrary to her being as "smart and cunning" as the narrative tries to make us believe (remember when she hustled Hades at chess and lied to him about having a driver's license? where's that Persephone?)

And yeah Zeus really isn't wrong when it comes to how Persephone herself is such a "uwu look at me I'm a smol widdle baby girl, please break the terms of my punishment for me because I asked with tented eyebrows bats eyelashes" , this is honestly why so many people like Zeus as a character in LO contrary to how much the narrative tries to make us hate him, because while he's absolutely an asshole who deserves to be knocked down a peg, at least the narrative doesn't try to gaslight us into thinking he's a good person like it does with H x P. Zeus is a shithead but unapologetically authentic; Persephone and Hades both pretend like they're saints on earth (and the narrative tries to sell them to us as such) meanwhile they're constantly picking on lower class people and using their power and influence to get their way even when they haven't earned it.

But also yeah, it's funny how the fans will say "age doesn't matter when you're a god, time doesn't mean anything when you're immortal" to dismiss the massive age gap between Hades and Persephone, but then cry foul over Zeus keeping her in confinement for 10 years which is a pretty bare ass minimum sentence when you really think about it. Like, if the passage of time really is that inconsequential to a god, then how is 10 years even a punishment? It's only suddenly seen as a massively unfair punishment when it's Persephone who's suffering it.

[suguruspit]

begging for you

18+ MDNI!! // Choso x reader, vampire!Choso

cw; blood mention (vamp related not graphic!), begging, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation (choso)

summary: after intense battles choso needs to replenish blood, something he finds no particular pleasure in until he finds you. he makes sure you get something out of it, and he loves you. <3

Choso was a patient man- half man? He still wasn’t sure what he technically classed as, as if it mattered. Being born to a half curse had its side-effects, not to mention existing as a cursed womb death painting for over a hundred years before being able to stretch his legs. His brothers manifested in ways that made them outwardly more ‘cursed’, whereas he seemed to have settled into his body quite well. 

Noritoshi Kamo possessed the Blood Manipulation technique, it was inherited and therefore part of the body, meaning Kenjaku had been able to pass it down to him. Blood Manipulation, as it seems, is a lot more complicated than simply telling your blood where to go. Using blood in battle has its setbacks, and if the opponent is smart, they won’t let the fluid return to your body. 

Which means, in short, Choso needs to replenish it in less than conventional ways. 

There’s the traditional blood bags which he used to get Kechizu to steal off the back of the transportation vans, preying on smaller animals which tasted rotten and gamey, or… feeding off of humans. 

Choso likes humans, they can be misguided and psychopathic but that's the minority of them, and he’s half-human himself so he has a sense of some connection to them, which means he doesn’t prefer the final method as it isn’t in his ideals to harm another human when there isn’t necessity to do so. 

Unfortunately, though, it happens to be the best way to replenish his blood and feed his strength after battle. What’s fortunate, though, is he met you. Who doesn’t seem to mind this affliction of his at all.

However, as patient as he is, as intelligent as he is, when it comes to you that just isn't the case/

"Fuck," Choso breathes, taking in the sight below him. You were both on your bed because it was twice the size of the one Jujutsu Tech gave him. Your hair was fanned out across the pillows, legs spread with your knees half up as you caught your breath. "S'good for me."

You whine, hands covering your eyes in embarrassment as Choso just hovers above you, staring, admiring his handy work. Pink, angry marks shiny with spit were dotted across your thighs and stomach, leading up to your chest where they tapered off into nip marks instead.

Choso can never get enough. He's greedy, he knows that he just doesn't deserve any of this but you're here, you're with him. So perfect, angelic, his savior.

"Cho?" You ask quietly, not wanting to spook him out of whatever he's got on his mind, but your thighs are grinding together and you can feel your own slick sticking them together. "You okay baby?"

"Can I touch you?" Choso answers in a whisper, hands ghosting above your breasts as his scar starts to leak pin-pricks of blood on his nose as he gets flustered.

"You already have been," You laugh breathlessly, but you take his hand anyway and guide it to your chest, letting out a quiet moan as he squeezes gently, smoothing his thumb over the soft flesh of it.

He leans down before taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently, his eyes rolling back at the noises you make for him. He ruts his hips against the sheets and whines around his mouthful, making you bite your lip so hard you taste blood.

"Fuck, don't," Choso whines, his cool forehead leaning against the warmth of your stomach. His hand is moving quickly beneath you, and you feel heat stir in you at the realisation of what that means.

Your blood hangs in the air, a scent of metal and arousal, and Choso begs you to let him have it, let him earn it.

This leads to him desperately eating you out, tongue lapping up every trace of your taste that he can, whining whilst he does it and humping the mattress. Choso loves tasting you, something about it is so addicting, and he can't decide if he loves that more or the refreshing blood that flows through your veins, the blood that spills out fresh and warm onto his tongue when he bites down as you flutter around him.

Just the thought of it has him panting on to you, he sits up to press a thumb to your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he grunts above you, spilling his own release onto the bed.

You laugh breathlessly in between moans as you feel that familiar coil of heat in your stomach, and your thighs twitch at each circle of his fingers. Always so eager to please you he can never last.

"You're so beautiful," Choso moans out, cheeks pink and scar open and flowing now. He's rutting into the air, before he looks at you and lets his fangs drop so that they're denting his bottom lip. "Can I? I'll be good, I promise, princess. I'll be good for you."

You spread your legs with a groan, reaching out to take his hand as he frames over you, holding your hand and pushing inside, both of you groaning at the stretch.

"Oh god," Choso whimpers, hand gripping yours like his life depends on it. Blood from his nose drips onto your chest and flows like a slowing river down your stomach to join the mess you're both making. "You're so perfect."

"Fuck, Cho," You whimper. He's so big and the burning stretch as he starts a rhythm is just so good. He's so beautiful like this, thin bangs sticking to him with sweat and cheeks flushed a pretty pink making his nose scar stand out with a beautiful crimson. "So good for me, won't last baby, wanted you too much." You confess, hoping he can feel how desperate you really are, your slick already dripping on the bed and mixing with his come from earlier and that trail of blood.

Choso whines, rutting his hips into you, his rhythm failing slightly as you tighten around him. So close. He pants, before biting his lip and doubling his efforts, hips snapping and fucking into you roughly as you cry out against the pillows.

His index finger finds your clit again, sliding as your slick makes it slippery and wet. That band is getting tighter and tighter, but he hasn't bitten you yet, and you know that's what he needs.

"Cho, baby," You pant out, your hand reaches out to brush against his lips, catching his fangs slightly at the with-draw, making him whine and stutter his hips. "M'close, bite me, please, need you to." It's more of an incoherent babble, but you know he must get the message because he closes his eyes, tears leaking out from overstimulation before he finally leans down into your neck.

You can feel the tears drip down and cool your hot skin, and you bite your lip in anticipation. You really wanted to wait, to make the whole thing longer but you were so so close you felt like crying yourself, he was hitting all the right spots with such confidence and still abusing your clit which hurt just right.

"Can I?" Choso begs against your neck, breath ghosting against your jugular and you feel feverish. He's close, leaking impossibly inside you as he asks your permission. "Please, can't wait. Please."

"Yes!" You cry out, feeling yourself slip over that supernova of an edge, your walls flutter around him, pulling him in even tighter as your release coats him, creamy and wet and making you so tight that Choso sobs out against your neck.

His tongue teases your neck, following your vein before he lets out a prayer and a thank you and finally, finally, sinks his teeth into your warm and waiting flesh.

You gasp and whimper as it sets of a second wave of your orgasm, and you feel your vision go white. Choso is groaning and sobbing as he sucks your blood into his waiting mouth, his hips snapping up twice before he's coming hard, his hips humping you almost as it comes and comes. You feel it flowing down your thighs and your eyes slip close as you just let him have his way, knowing how much better he's going to feel in a minute.

It's not like you don't get anything out of this. Secretly, you hope he's off on another mission soon if it means this is the gift you get on his return.

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sorry that i dropped a singular fic and left for months I was getting over my embarrasment