#but look I drew a background and I was so brave about it

[panthermouthh]

“I was benevolent and good, misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.”

Imagining what it must have been like for the creature to behold his reflection for the first time. How long did he spend staring in to the water, tracing the lines of his stitches?

#frankenstein #my art #gothic literature #adam frankenstein #victor frankenstein #I fully intended to draw Victor today and ended up drawing Adam instead #oops #but look I drew a background and I was so brave about it

[desafinado]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ confessing to them hcs

i swear i’m stronger than these emotions, but they’re taking over me

°｡⋆ alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya x reader

°｡⋆ fluff, alhaitham a bit ooc bc i haven’t finished sumeru storyline, kaeya’s has a twinge of angst, overall very ouch (in a good way)

note: ahhhh kazuha’s is my favorite one in this batch… and ik alhaitham might be a bit very ooc, but i like the idea of him becoming more shy and moving delicately around your feelings once he notices he has that effect on you.

(diluc, zhongli, kaveh,) | (alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya)

alhaitham ♡

how do you have the courage to jump off a cliff without any wings? that was basically how you summarised the conundrum of talking to alhaitham.

you only really saw him in passing, seeing him pass the corridors, eating in the cafeteria, out in port ormos. 

you never bothered to approach him other than for work, but despite some of the negative rumours about his attitude, your interactions with him were quite pleasant.

“you have my sincerest thanks for your insights. i trust you’ve been well?” “y-yes…” “and, you’re okay, right now…?” “a-ah, yes!”

over time you grew accustomed to his surprisingly amicable disposition towards you, but you could never quite be the first one to approach him.

it was weird, because you could interact with everyone else just fine. you were someone who took initiative amongst your peers, but also handled affairs with a gentle and understanding touch.

anyways, he continued watching out for you. in meetings he’d send a glance your way every now and then as if he was only talking to you, he’d also pass by your office after hours with some tea.

you put it off as him being good at his job, making sure everyone’s functioning and productive. hell, that was what drew you to him in the first place, why you were so scared to strike up a conversation with him.

you admired all his authority, hard work and efforts… i mean his genius was an amazing thing to witness.

so, it only made sense that you'd rather him perceive you as a meek background character than a bumbling flustered idiot.

that all changed, however, when he asked you for insights and advice regarding "emotions" and being a bit more cautious of others’ feelings.

you don't know why he asked you, and frankly you didn't really care. you just wanted to help him the best you could.

"how about this? your ideas are intriguing, but…" "ohh, good so far!" "they could desperately use some fine tuning." "just uh remove the desperately part, and you’ll be set."

to be honest, he doesn't even follow your suggestions half the time, but you being there instantly lightens the mood by 50%.

you saw him in a bit of a different light after then; he was still a genius, of course, but you saw parts of him you’d never expect to see otherwise, and you loved him much more for it. 

you hoped it wasn’t obvious in the way you shared a bit too much about your day with him or how you’d let your hand stay on the small of his back a little longer than necessary.

ironically enough, he was the one who got a bit more shy towards you, though much more present. instead of announcing his presence and letting himself into your office with some tea, you’d find him knocking quietly waiting for your affirmation.

he was acting a bit more soft and gentle, as if he had been defeated and something sent him running.

you were quick to catch up in this attitude change of his, as it was even seeping into his attitude with others (“that man…alhaitham… being soft???”). you knew nobody else was brave enough to ask, so you might as well do it yourself.

once again, a delicate knock played itself against the door to office. you looked up at your paperwork, an amused sigh escaping your lips. “come in, alhaitham.”

you heard some shuffling before the door opened to reveal the man, himself; his eyes weren’t completing darting around, but you definitely notice the way they almost restrained themself from looking at you. he closes the door before sitting before your desk; he sets a cup of tea in front of you.

“for you. i know you’ve been a bit more busy lately, the recent changes in the akademiya surely contributing to that.”

you chuckle softly, earning a raised eyebrow from him. “what’s funny?” his voice was firm and slightly rushed, like he needed you to answer right away. you shake your head and pick up the cup between your palms. “you say that as if you don’t bring me tea every day anyways.”

“i do, don’t i?” he looks down and mumbles faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. his bashful gesture only eggs you on further to ask what exactly is going on with him. you take a quick sip of your tea before probing him.

“so, you gonna tell me what’s been up with you lately?”

“ah, you’ve noticed.”

“of course, i think i’d be a bad friend if i didn’t notice.” you watch his embarrassed smile curve into a childish pout. you know it shouldn’t, but it only makes your cheshire smile grow wider. “by now, you should know you could never be such… anyways, if you’ve noticed the shift, i guess there’s no hiding it.” you put down your cup, bracing yourself for whatever revelation comes next.

“i guess i just wanted to accommodate you better. i know you were quite shy when talking to me initially, and you do seem much more comfortable around me now.”

you hum in acknowledgement, knowing he has a bit more to share. he was always like this, sharing only what he deemed necessary, but you always knew he had more, you just had to give him that space.

“you look better like this, spending more time with me. uh i mean, i like seeing you unafraid of my presence, being curt with me. i…”

he finally meets your eyes, and you’re entranced by that look. your head starts to feel dizzy as you focus on the vision of him to keep you grounded. “oh, alhaitham… you d-don’t need to dance around my feelings, i…” 

his eyes widen, and he quickly grabs your hand; you’re shocked by his touch, but you’re certainly not deterred by it. if anything, it’s only helping you process whatever is going on.

“i don’t want to lose you, dear, isn’t that obvious? i don’t care what those others think, as long as it means that you’re still standing by my side.”

“a-alhaitham, wait i–”

“you love me, correct?”

you freeze up, pondering if this was still reality; if alhaitham had really known and if you were really faced with the task of answering such a question. you suppose you should’ve known, nothing ever really gets past him.

“i didn’t know how to approach it, that’s why i— you already know i’m not best with those sorts of things. all i knew is that i couldn't lose you over it; i didn’t want to upset you, i didn’t want to overwhelm you. i couldn’t bear to watch your adoration turn into hatred and angst, especially when all my flaws became more apparent.”

your free hand caresses his cheek, trying to brush away his fears. “alhaitham… if you knew i loved you, you should’ve also known that i love you just the way you are. knowing you better, i only fell harder, and… if we’re being honest, i don’t think i could ever hate you.”

he looks up at you, the desperation is clear. “neither could i… i mean, i believe my feelings for you are obvious now, so would you like to give it a try? loving me, i mean. ” your eyes crinkle and smile from eye to eye. 

“let me love you, and i shall.”

kazuha ♡

spring was always your favourite season, but kazuha’s presence made it all the better.

hanami: flower viewing, usually done during cherry blossom season.

hanami-zake: sake specifically for hanami; fallen cherry blossom/s are typically immersed in the sake.

you could listen to his mellow voice for days on end, short haikus and poems whispered amidst the pollen in the spring air.

you were friends for the longest time, and after a few cold years in inazuma, you had finally met again without any worries, care for time or need for secrecy.

before he had escaped away, you both hung around the same small group of friends.

one of your favourite memories was participating in hanami with them; perhaps it was the bare beauty of the flowers or the intoxicating hanami-zake, but you both especially enjoyed each other’s company far too much during this period.

tangents about how beautiful life and nature is, ramblings of small yet imaginative ideas you both, and simply basking in what the tomorrow could possibly bring.

this of course changed with the death of your mutual friend, and it seemed like you were the only one standing by and holding out hope for the kazuha. everyone else had left, either too scared, angry or hopeless.

you definitely did feel pity for his situation, but that wasn’t why you didn’t abandon him. 

you trusted him, his will, and his actions, and a big part of you wanted to believe that he would come back a hero to inazuma.

once he caught wind of this, he started exchanging letters with you, appreciative of your trust in him, and frankly, he could use a familiar friend.

while you both addressed the elephant in the room, you mostly talked about your feelings. you shared your sadness, anxieties, grievances, and small moments of happiness.

you could talk to him about anything, as he could; you quickly became a dear friend to him, a reminder that someone had seen all of him and still trusted him.

you didn’t fully understand it at the time, but you so painfully yearned to hold his hand and give him all the affection he deserved.

letters turned to secret meetings in the dock, and secret meetings eventually turned back into normal ones; his name being cleared and inazuma welcoming him with open arms.

the day he came back and you saw the most precious smile you could imagine to see, that was when you fell hard. a few other people got to him first, but you didn’t mind. the view of him getting the praise he deserved was delightful.

“don’t forget about me, now that you’re a great hero…” “i… i could never!”

you were only teasing, but the moment his head turned to find you. he ran towards you and pulled you into the warmest of hugs, even raising you up.

it felt different, different from all the other times at least. it made your heart race, your face flush and your fingers tremble ever so slightly.

it was a few days into your catching up with one another, when you decided to bring up these strange, unnecessary, but almost enjoyable feelings.

“zuha?” 

he hummed in acknowledgement, gazing at the clouds,. your head lay on his lap as you both rested in the middle of a field. there were a few clouds, but the sun still shone bright upon you, the both of you.

“i have some… feelings i need to share.”

he looked back down, raising an eyebrow. you both never really shied away from talking about such in letters, so he was quick to note the uncertainty in your voice. “oh? share away.”

you swallowed a lump in your throat before speaking; it wasn’t as though you were revealing some scandalous secret, so you didn’t understand why your body was acting the way it did.

“i’ve been having some feelings for you recently.”

kazuha almost choked on his own saliva, hearing you be so straightforward. sure, he recognised the ambiguity in your voice, but he certainly did not expect this. he was a bit shy, but did want to express that he returned such feelings. “o-ooh! that-t’s… um…”

“it uh makes me uncomfortable.”

for the second time, the shock is more than apparent in his face. he’s horrified by your admissions and his own actions; he’s frozen in place, sputtering out apologies. “a-ah, i’m sorry! let me just get that and y-you can stand up and-”

“kazuha, wait a minute.” you chuckle, brushing the flower chain off your face and onto the grass below. you lightly take his hands, intertwining his finger in yours; your grip is firm, but not by any means, rough. he quickly realises you’re trying to calm him down, and he lets you do so.

“i didn’t mean it like that. i meant like… its as though i’m running a marathon whenever we hang out. it isn’t negative feeling, but it is a new one.”

you speak slowly, squeezing his hand at every other word. you’ve never seen him this way, a flustered and bumbling mess, but it is quite a cute sight; something you wouldn’t mind seeing again. fortunately for him, you do have enough courtesy to help him calm his heart.

“ah, i see.” his breath evens out, and he lets out a sigh of relief. for a moment there, he really thought you were revealing your annoyance and/or hatred for him. after processing your words, he has a good idea of what’s really going on. he gives you a kind smile and squeezes your hand in response.

“hmm… could you describe it further, darling?”

“ah.”

you let out a small squeak at his nickname; he’s called you it before in letters so you don’t know why you’re being so bashful about it. you feel a blush spread across and wish you simply fade into the wall.

“like right now, actually… i… when y-you call me such things, touch me in certain ways.” his gaze on you only softens as you continue speaking so timidly; on the other hand, you want to turn away, bury your face in the grace, but you want to get your point across. “t-the way you’re looking at me, right now.” your voice comes out a bit quieter, but all the same to kazuha.

“hmm… i think i understand how you’re feeling. just one more thing…”

he asks inches his face closer to yours, lips above yours, as though it was the sun’s light grazing the grass.

“would you perhaps want to kiss me right now, darling?”

you nod a little too excitedly, any self-restraint you had flying out into the sunset. you’ve never really considered it, but the mere mention of the idea seems really good. he lets out another quiet chuckle, you can feel it against your cheek.

“then i think what you’re feeling is love; love for me to be more specific. you need me to give you an example of my love for you?”

kaeya ♡

it all started when you both ended it. you argued day and night about the smallest things; you suppose that the stress from work and transitioning into adulthood had taken its toll on you both.

since then, there was only one thing you both agreed on, and that was how you would be very much better off without each other.

you cried, a lot. it was a mix of sadness and frustration. 

sadness, because you genuinely did love him, you wanted to make him happy. frustration, because you never did make him happy, you knew he’d be better off without you.

if love was the only thing needed to sustain a relationship, maybe you wouldn’t be here, but life got in the way and you both had greater ambitions. under all that fighting, you knew that you just didn’t want to hold each other back.

you knew you couldn’t stay when that pain was so fresh, you needed to clear your head. you moved away for a bit, planning to return in two years time.

and those two years passed by quietly, until you found yourself being welcomed back to monstadt.

only, it seemed your feelings for kaeya had only grown more complicated as you watched him bloom.

he thrived without you, he had grown to be quite a noble captain, charming everyone from children to grandparents. he was someone the whole community could rely on, someone who strived to do good for the welfare of everyone.

because of this, it was pretty hard to miss him. whether it was his name being the subject of tavern gossip or your observant eyes spotting him in the shadows, you just couldn’t avoid him.

you’d scoff, roll your eyes, do anything to show you didn’t care, but it was clear that you cared enough to perk up when you heard his name.

you were so proud of him and the person he’d become. it was safe to say that you remembered why you’d fallen in the first place, that playful smile, moonlight blue eyes, and inviting familiar warmth.

your memory of meeting him was blurred by adrenaline, he had approached you noticing you were awfully quiet among everyone else. he made conversation with you, making you laugh within a minute. you opened up, he did the same. you trusted him as he did you.

right now though, you were falling harder this time around. you intended to deny it though, deny it until it broke you.

today, you were having a busy day, visiting old friends, seeing all the new sights you had missed out on, when you saw him approaching you.

you knew you weren’t equipped to handle whatever it was he had to say; you didn’t need to hear it.

you ran, letting the adrenaline take you far far away, and soon enough you found yourself by the monstadt lake. the wind was blowing as fiercely as your heartbeat.

you tried to squat down to catch your breath, but your tiredness got the best of you and misstepped.

bracing for a cold splash into the lake, you closed your eyes and let gravity take its course; only that coldness came in another form.

“you’re being dramatic, you know that?~”

he chuckled, arms around your waist quite snuggly. sure, you had been fantasising about him holding you like this, but it wasn’t welcomed at the moment. he pulled you back up to some even land before letting you go. you huffed and crossed your arms, not in the mood to deal with his cheekiness. your eyes never met his as you spoke up. “what do you want?”

he feigned hurt, dramatically placing a hand against his forehead. “so cold, dear. not even a thank you, how are you, or hello.”

you were quickly reaching your boiling point, so you decided to step away before things could escalate any further. before you could take another step, however, he gently grabbed your wrist; you looked up at him, eyes wide, and it seemed that he was surprised by his actions as well. his touch was as cold as the last time you met, but this coldness now felt much more like frostbite.

his eyes darted up into your eyes and back down to your wrist before he let you go, flinching away. a faint blush spread across his cheeks, one you certainly could not see under the moonlight. “sorry, i– you dropped this.”

he hastily fished out a key from his pocket; it was your house key. the moment you recognised it, you wanted to fall over in embarrassment; maybe you did deserve to be in the cold waters. he was right after all, and you were being dramatic. you looked down at his palm and hesitantly took it from his hands, as he explained further.

“you dropped it by ms. blanche’s shop.”

“thank you.” your voice was soft, almost inaudible; a stark contrast to your initial hostility. kaeya frowned, watching your timid movements. “do you hate me that much?”

your swiftly looked back up at him, the hurt in his expression was more than clear and genuine, at least from what you could tell. “no. i… i just–”

“after these past couple of years, i was excited to see you again, dear.” his voice falters as he tries to push through his own self-disappointment. “i-i didn’t realise i hurt you that much, that you didn’t want anything to do with me.” he sighs, finding the courage to look into your eyes; he’s a coward in that moment though and his fears and insecurities are eating him up.

you pity him, and you know you’re starting to succumb to defeat.  “you don’t scare me, kaeya. its… its my feelings for you that scare me.”

“is it that strong? you really fear you might hurt me or—”

“it’s not hatred, kaeya.”

that takes him by surprise, and his thoughts start running miles per minute. “sadness? disappointment? frustration? please, i need to know, please.” his voice is almost cracking at this point, eyes glassy. he gently takes your hands in an attempt to plead with you to set him free.

you never were the best at denying him, and you thought you’d set yourself free too.

“it’s love, kaeya, it’s… i still love you, and i’m afraid it’s striking me harder this time. look how far you’ve come without me.” at that fact, you find hot tears running down your cheek. “i’m happy to see you so happy, kaeya. it just hurts that i missed it.”

“i’m not. i’m…” he’s taken aback, but he tries to articulate himself. he takes your cheeks into his palms, gently guiding your gaze to his eyes. “i was lying earlier, you know? saying i was excited to see you was an understatement, dear. i missed you everyday, i wondered if you were doing fine without me,  and seeing you come back, having seemed to forget me i just…”

“kaeya…”

“can we start back just before things went wrong? can you give me… can you give us another chance?”

it’s that same desperate look as his touch softens and he waits for a response. despite your trembling from the rush of emotions, you feel that things can’t be clearer. you acted fast to meet his lips, giving him your decisive response. it was a simple truth that had never left you, even as you left him; you always loved kaeya alberich, and now, you knew he loved you just the same.

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#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin hcs #genshin impact #genshin fluff #kazuha x reader #gn!reader #airi.writes #airi.hcs

[justporo]

Hey Poro. I don't recall you ever talking about your Tav. Do you have any posts about them or any cool info you wanna share? (Saw you were open to asks, so I thought I'd drop one hæhæ)

Oh yes, hello! I guess you're right. And that although she's the Tav in most all of my stories (especially my longform fics).

So let me introduce my wonderful girl to you. And yes: her name is indeed just Tav. Don't come for me - I didn't plan for any of this but now here we are. I am just Poro and she is just Tav.

I'm always happy about questions about my girl tho - I do have a background story and all flashed out for her. I just... never talked about it??

Oh, and she's been my profile pic from very early one, I am still in love with the wonderful drawing @azaani-art did of her!

Full Name: Tav (yes, that's it, maybe she takes on Ancunín sometime, eh?) Race: Woodelf Class: Ranger (Urban tracker background) Height: 5'5 Pronouns: She/Her

More about her personality and backstory below the cut!

Personality: She's witty, rebellious, will stab you if the need arises or pickpocket all your gold if you're mean to her. But she still believes that there's ultimately good in the world. A hope that sometimes makes her take stupid and naive risks. And never has she experienced a love like she has with Astarion - and she's sure she'll never will again. Might be it started as a silly crush because she never experienced someone giving her this kind of attention, but now... She'd kill for him and die for him - although she'd very much prefer the first.

Story: Tav was the daughter to a loveless affair of a very high-up wood elf noble, her father, and her high-elf mother from Baldur's Gate. Immediately abandoned by her mother after birth on the steps of a cloister in the city where she spent the first few years of her life. A life where she was treated harshly from the very first steps on she could take. So still being a child, she fled the abuse and started to live on the streets of Baldur's Gate where she not only had to grow up quickly but learn how to be proficient with sleight of hand, stealth and running away as fast as possible when the former two skills weren't enough. She always did what it takes even though it meant making objectively stupid decisions. She's hardened, cold, with a sharp tongue and violent if need be to those she perceives as a threat because you had to be if you didn't want to be taken advantage off as a woman. But this also means she's made herself unapproachable, so never really has she experienced someone giving her attention for anything but her skillset, complimenting her, wooing her. But to those she perceives as her friends or close ones she's a helpless people-pleaser and pushover rising from a desperate desire to not be left alone again; deeply believing she's only worth as much as she can be of use. She joined a band of thieves for which she and her friends she found there took on highbrow heists - until the day Tav was taken and a parasite in her brain but much more a sassy vampire shook her and her beliefs to the core.

A few more funfacts:

the piercings she has, she's done herself (thank the gods she didn't die of an infection

the tattoos she has she had done very young when she felt rebellious after she first found out about her real father - back then she thought it would make her look fierce; now she knows it was a little stupid but they're a part of her now; Astarion likes to let his thumbs run along them and calls her his "little fiend"

her main role during her thieving times was stakeout and keeping an eye on the others from above with her bow - during long and boring stakeout times she picked up drawing as a hobby: she just drew what she saw, so she could keep an eye on stuff but also busy herself

the scar is from her time when she first fled the cloister and joined a group of street kids (all boys) and she was repeatedly forced to show how brave she was; always having to be at least twice as couragous as the others just to make up for her being a girl

she has a definite problem with authorities

and she could probably drink you under the table

she's not good at taking care of herself, so Astarion calls her his street cat - and has to teach her a thing or two about self-care

#OC #my Tav #Tav #bg3 tav #baldurs gate #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #meet my Tav #fox

[valkeakuulas]

14, post-o66 echo/rex 👁👄👁

Y'know, I don't recall writing about this ship before. Especially when it comes to the Bad Batch timeline. 🤔 So here goes nothing! This also grew legs and skittered out of my hands, turning into a lot longer before I managed to pin it down and finish it. Whoops?

Mistletoe: Mutual Pining

Echo stood in the shadows of the repair shop's massive doors, watching the traffic going up and down the underworld portal. Behind him, he could hear the music flowing from the floating speakers as well as the low conversation between the freed troopers and the Martez sisters.

Sighing, Echo closed his eyes and listened.

Just like their mutations, the Batch sounded different compared to the rest of the troopers, and while Echo had grown used to them, hearing more than one vod speak with that same, familiar voice soothed something deep inside him. It reminded Echo of his life in the not-so-distant (depending on how one looked at it) past when he'd been wearing white and blue.

"I was wondering where you'd go," one of those voices spoke behind Echo, making him shiver involuntarily as it had so many times before, ever since that cold, desolate moon.

Maybe not that same after all, Echo corrected himself as he turned slightly. Natborns might mix them up but vod could always recognize another one vod from voice alone.

He saw the smile first, small but sincere, before meeting Rex's eyes.

"Just needed a moment, it's been a while since was surrounded by this many people," Echo replied with a small smile of his own.

Rex hummed, thoughtful as he came to stand next to Echo, their shoulders almost touching. He looked at the never-ending traffic as well and it took Echo everything not to lean against Rex as he waited for his Captain Rex to speak again.

"It's been a while for me too," Rex said eventually, "I was on my own quite a while before Rafa and Trace helped me to free more clones." His brows drew together, the smile turning into a mild frown. "Never crossed my mind that I'd end up in a situation where I wouldn't be surrounded by vode. We clones aren't really meant to be alone."

He glanced at Echo. "I'm glad you had the Batch, Echo" Rex said, serious.

"And Omega," Echo had to add, witnessing how Rex's lips twisted, fighting a smile.

"And Omega," Rex amended, "she's different, that's for sure, but very brave as well as smart."

They both couldn't stop their grins as they recalled how the tiny girl had clocked Rex's age with one glance, effectively calling him an old man.

They fell silent again and another piece dedicated to the Life Day started in the background, the velvet-like voice of the singer crooning about curling together with their loved one under the Life Tree.

Echo felt his face warm up a little as he recalled another memory or, more accurately, a dream from the past. One that he hadn't dared to speak to anyone besides Fives and even that had been when he'd been drunk off his ass. Both of them had been drunk offf their asses.

Just like the singer, Echo had once dreamed of closing the distance between him and the man standing next to him, to hold Rex close and whisper words of love into his ear.

But that had been before Lola Sayu, before Echo had been blown to bits. Before the galaxy Echo had known and trained to fight for had turned upside down.

"So what do you think of this whole Life Day thing?" Echo heard Rex ask, the question effectively stopping Echo's thoughts before they spiraled further.

Echo shrugged. "I faintly recall Commander Tano telling something about it but not much. At least nothing like this."

He used his thumb to point back inside the repair shop and the colored lights, the fake tree, and the sparkly decorations the sisters had pulled out from some crates. The repair shop was too large to decorate completely but one corner of it had turned into a glittering, colorful nook like Echo had never seen before.

Omega and Wrecker would love it, Echo mused with a grin.

He turned to Rex to say that, only to freeze when he found the other staring right at him. Those gold-brown eyes were intense, scanning Echo's face almost as if it was a map that Rex needed to memorize.

"You miss them? The Batch?" Rex asked suddenly, jarring Echo once again.

"I do? Kind of hard not to after what we've been through," he replied, slow, uncertain what Rex was aiming at.

Whatever it had been, Echo's answer made him turn away again, and Echo got the sense that Rex wasn't all that pleased with it.

"I miss you, too," Echo blurted, eyes widening when he realised his mistake. "The 501st, I mean," he hurried to add when Rex turned towards him again, "the General and Commander, Jesse and Kix, Axe and Denal. Fives. I miss all of you."

The look Rex gave him wasn't as intense as it had been before but it still had Echo holding back a shiver.

"I miss them, too, Echo," Rex admitted quietly, "and I miss you as well."

Something twinged in Echo's chest and it had nothing to do with the tech embedded in his body. He opened his mouth to say, well, Echo didn't know what he was going to say but before he could, a light movement in the corner of their eyes caught Echo and Rex's attention.

Both of them turned sharply towards the repair shop, only stopping when they saw a branch of something green floating in the air before them.

Except that it wasn't floating; a closer look revealed a cord wrapped around the plant that was slowly moving closer.

Confused, Echo followed the cord and blinked in surprise when he spotted Gregor standing on the stack of crates next to the repair shop doors and, as it happened, next to Echo and Rex as well.

"What the - ?" Echo started just as Rex groaned, suffering.

"Gregor..."

"Nuh-uh, you know the rules, Rex," Gregor informed with a grin as he angled the plant right above them, "if you find yourself under a mistletoe, you need to kiss, otherwise you'll be hit with bad luck."

Echo felt his face heat up at that, his heart twinging again at the idea of Rex kissing him. He didn't know what kind of expression he was wearing but Echo feared it looked too close to a hopeful one.

Trying his best to push it away, Echo glanced at Rex, finding him once again staring at him. And, as Echo watched Rex, his gaze flickered down to Echo's mouth and oh, the flash of teeth as Rex bit his bottom lip nearly had Echo losing control of his knees.

The mistletoe swayed as Gregor shook it. "C'mon, you two have been mooning over each other long enough."

"There's been no such thing," Rex informed Gregor sharply but he didn't look away from Echo, who felt his jaw drop when a light blush dusted Rex's face.

Clearing his throat, Echo gave another look at the mistletoe. "Bad luck, you say? Think it'll hit me double hard since I'm already part of the Bad Batch?" he drawled.

The surprised snort Rex let out eased some of the tension in the air. "Don't think it would be a good idea to find out," he said, aiming for nonchalance but, just like Fives once upon a time, Rex had no sabacc face and he failed rather miserably.

That, and the look Rex was giving at him felt very similar to the one Echo was giving to him.

"Echo...," Rex started, hesitant.

For a second Echo thought about all the times he had wanted to confess his feelings to his Captain, to tell Rex just how much he meant to him.

Echo had survived against all the odds that had been stacked against him since Kamino. Maybe it was time to test if this was just another odd he was meant to win.

Swallowing, Echo stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Rex. He saw Rex's eyes widen in surprise when their chests touched. But instead of moving away, Rex's hands came to rest on Echo's hips, warm and gentle.

"I don't know about you, Rex, but I'd rather kiss you than tempt fate," Echo murmured as he wrapped his arm around Rex's shoulders. "If that's alright with you?"

Breathing shakily, Rex closed his eyes for a second, visibly gathering himself, before opening them again. "I'm more than alright with that, Echo. More than you can ever imagine."

Echo didn't know which one of them moved first but it didn't matter because they were kissing. After so many years, Echo finally got to kiss his Captain.

Above them, Gregor let out a loud hoot, one was nothing but pure glee:

"I told you that it would work, Nemec! You owe me ten credits!"

#Echo #Captain Rex #Star Wars: The Bad Batch #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #asks #softurl #fanfiction #askbox writing prompts #valkeakuulas writes AKA butchers English grammar #OTP #clone shipping #Captain Gregor #he makes an appearance #an important appearance

[fortheloveofbuddie]

I kinda feel like Buck had a secrete emo phase (think olivers role from mind games) during his adventures and tried to hide it but the emo just leaks out sometimes until everyones seeing the pictures of emo Evan

Thank you so much for this request anon! I had to look up the pictures of Oliver in the movie that you mentioned and it really made my day to see him like that. Anyways, here’s my take on this 💗

(Pictures because everyone needs to see this 😂)

Emo-gency Transformation

Most people know Evan Buckley as a fearless firefighter, always ready to leap into action as disaster strikes. But beneath his brave exterior, there was a hidden chapter of Evan’s life that not a lot of people knew about - his immersion in something darker, something that had helped him through his late teens and early twenties before finding his way to firefighting.

It slowly began during Evan’s high school years but really took off by the time that he turned 19. He had been a quiet and sensitive kid, not really knowing where he belonged and parents that didn’t see him, didn’t want to see him, he found himself alone with his feelings. And so he left home to go find a piece of himself.

One day in Peru, months into his journey, while browsing through a record store, he stumbled upon a CD with a black cover adorned with melancholic artwork. The band's name, "Shadowed Hearts," immediately drew him in. Evan purchased the CD and rushed home to listen to it.

As the haunting melodies and heartfelt lyrics filled his room, Evan felt an instant connection to the music. How could he not?

The anguished vocals and emotional guitar riffs seemed to mirror the turmoil he felt inside. It was as though the band's lyrics spoke directly to his soul, giving voice to the pain and confusion he had been harboring for all of these years. The music that he had found quickly made him delve deeper into the emo world and culture.

He dyed his hair black, grew it out too and started wearing dark clothing, adorned with band logos and patches. He discovered a community of like-minded individuals who, like him, used music as a means of coping with life's challenges.

Evan even started playing the guitar, pouring his own emotions into the music he created. He wrote heartfelt songs that spoke of lost love, shattered hopes and dreams and the constant struggle to find one's identity as his parents had never accepted him for who he was. Nor had they ever paid much attention to him. Music became his sanctuary, a way to express what he couldn't put into words. He even joined a band, playing several underground gigs in the emo scene of L.A.

But life has a way of changing people and Evan Buckley was no exception. Somewhere along his journey, still not knowing where he was going or what he was doing with his life, he was faced with having to act quickly as a car accident happened right in front of his eyes.

It made him reevaluate his path and he found himself with a desire to help others and make a difference in the world which eventually led him to become a firefighter.

As Evan threw himself into his firefighting duties, the emo phase of his life gradually faded into the background. He cut his hair, traded his dark wardrobe for a firefighter's uniform, and focused on the bravery and resilience that defined his new profession. Yet he couldn’t deny that his past and his delving into the emo world had changed him into the person that he was today: empathetic, loving and incredibly kind.

Yet he couldn’t help when pieces of his past sometimes slipped through, revealing glimpses of the person that he used to be. Sometimes it was expressions that he used or music that he listened to or ways that he acted that made people question him about it.

One sunny afternoon, years after Evan’s emo phase ended, Chimney was idly browsing the internet, searching for funny memes to share with the crew when he stumbled upon something unexpected.

"Guys, you won't believe what I just found," Chimney called out to the others, his eyes wide with amazement.

The team gathered around his computer, eager to see what had captured his attention. Chimney clicked on a link and revealed a collection of old photographs from an underground music scene in Los Angeles. As they scrolled through the pictures, their jaws dropped.

There, in all his emo glory, was Evan Buckley. His jet-black hair, heavy eyeliner, and the rivet covered vest was unmistakable. He was captured on stage, passionately playing the guitar, and in candid shots with his fellow band members .

"Well, well, Buck. It seems like your past wasn't as secret as you thought." Hen couldn’t help but to chuckle, giving Buck’s shoulders a playful squeeze.

Eddie joined in the laughter. "Man, you were really into this, weren't you?"

“I guess we know what our next team-building activity should be—a reenactment of one of Buck's old gigs!" Bobby said, maybe a tad too enthusiastically.

Buck blushed but couldn't help but smile at their playful teasing. He had kept his emo past a secret for so long, but now that it was out in the open, he realized that he didn't need to hide that part of himself from his firefighting family. In fact, it only brought them closer together. But it didn’t change how it was amusing to them right now.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on abc #oliver stark #911 on fox #edmundo diaz #ryan guzman #evan buck buckley #peter krause #aisha hinds #angela bassett #kenneth choi #jennifer love hewitt #bobby nash #hen wilson #athena grant #chimney han #maddie buckley #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 firefam #fortheloveofbuddie writes #fic request

[fluffydancer618]

Told'ya I have Mafia AU idea

Fyi I drew sketch of this like back in august but finished it only last week. Yeah.

A lot of rumbles + no background version undercut

Firstly,

@snake-bastard get au'd nerd

+ @jasperakalucy You. You wanted to see me rumble about that, so it's time for you to regret your desires /j /lh

Secondly, it’s 'Fluffy’s trying to have a comprehendible thought' time

So. The setting.

In the 1970s, once respected and feared by everyone, Lucifer's gang starts to suffer losses as a new crime family is gaining momentum in the city. That Rtcler’s mob was here just for a few months, but already  well-known to every rat on a street and being compared to Lucifer’s. Some brave ones dared to even say between these two families, Rtcler’s the superior one. 

Though, those claims weren’t unjustified. Rtcler, - despite being cruel and a bit unhinged in his ways sometimes, - was a tactful, careful and strict person, always getting a job done and expecting nothing less from his people.

And his gangsters knew that and tried to conform to their boss' expectation, to not even give him a reason to question their loyalty. 

Well.

Most of them.

In one day an interesting incident occurred, that started a chain of events and almost led to a downfall of the powerful mafia!It included smaller mobsters that combined forces to strike when it was least expected, yellow journalism and… a hat. That’s right, according to stories, the reason why Rtcler’s mob had to lie low was one bad apple of the family deciding to steal black hat with a green ribbon worn by all known mobster.  

What was the madman even thinking? What was the goal? Money? Fame? Personal reasons? Where’s the hat now anyway? Who’s to say. Those are not the only questions the one can ask about this story.

However, not many details about it are available to regular people, so it’s only natural for this story to be grown with rumors and interpreted a bit differently by anyone you talk about it. 

But that's how the “the base” everyone seem to agree on goes: Muttonhead somehow successfully stole boss’ hat, but was robbed and threatened by another gang and in panic gave such important information as the main headquarter’s location to save their own ass, but after all that mess was caught and shot by Rtcler himself.

Sure, has it flaws, but much more realistic than those fairytales you can hear in local pubs about the theft not being the one who gave up the info and actually survived confrontation with “the hat’s owner”, because he’s just kicked them out of the family on streets commanding to never show up again if they want to live, in rage refusing to hear the theft out. Bullshit, honestly. Like, someone like Rtcler would have a reason for such an act of mercy.

But enough about gossip, let’s return to facts.

After that event, the mob completely disappeared from the public eye, but you could still feel its presence and influence. It was still somewhere there, pulling strings from the shadows.

Lucifer gets sick of the lost status of his family and whispers in crowds telling “Invisible hand that rules everything wears a green glove” deciding the opponent is on the lowest point of their existence than they ever were or will be. Meaning, it’s the time to finish that “lucky upstart” once and for all. 

Which is obviously easier to say than do, since no one knows where the enemy is hiding. So, Lucifer orders his right hand man Adam - who always does everything to please the boss, no matter what it takes, - to find out where the opponent’s new headquarter is. And now Adam’s doomed to collect little pieces of known information about the mysterious crime family hoping some of them would be a clue where to look for it.

Maybe, the mission would be at least a little bit trouble-free if Lucifer’s mob had a few allies-mafias that you could just ask some questions, but - Thanks to Mr. Morningstar incredible leadership, - he and his gang are not quite welcome on properties of every gang in the city. So, 90% of the time, the only way to receive necessary information Adam has is through violence.

A lot of violence. Sometimes included killing everyone in the building.

As it was when they met a pretty strange guy, who apparently was doing the same thing.

They’re pointing weapons at each other's faces, - Adam with a pretty elite gun and the guy with one knife in their hand, - both pretty surprised to see someone else killing their targets here and not being sure what to do in this situation. 

Their collective dilemma being interrupted by a realization there are still a bunch of enemies around them, so they decide to delay the introduction - or their fight - for a little bit later and deal with the bigger threat first. Together.

Adam is clearly a professional in this kind of things: They know where and how to shoot to make the bigger damage but lose the minimum ammo. They aren’t cowarding behind the cover, but also don't jump under the opponent's bullets like an idiot.

That strange guy knows what they’re doing too. There’s clearly something’s going on in their head as they throw those knives of theirs, but feels like most of that something is “harm as much as possible as fast as possible”.  If they’re out of knives they’re straight up starting to fistfight. If they can’t fistfight anymore they’re- Oh my god, did they just try to bite someone’s face off-

Everyone is dead. Hooray, proper introduction time.  

Strange guy’s name is Fluffy. They’re a hitman that does not belong to any family making money by purely taking any contracts for very cheap prices, trying to survive. Fluffy explains their reason for visiting this place is it’s being their current contract and they’re quite curious what member of Lucifer’s family - which they recognize Adam as such - is forgotten here.

Adam is not sure how good the idea of telling a weird stranger you just met about their mission is, but on the other hand Fluffy still didn’t kill him and, in fact, helped with dealing with foes. Plus if something goes wrong Adam always can kill them anyway. 

So, he informs Fluffy that he’s in a search of any knowledge about Rtcler’s mob, especially the one that could help figure out where it is, - as well as Rtcler himself - now.

Fluffy’s eyes seem to light up - well, more than usual - at the very moment Adam said that. They look… conflicted all of a sudden. As if they really want to say so many things at once, but don’t think they should.  

Despite calling that idea stupid and hopeless at first, - betting that even if Adam succeeds, as soon as they take one step into the headquarter their gang existence is over - Fluffy starts to drop hints they wouldn't mind to participate in it. 

Chuckling, Adam rejects the help offer asking why would they want that and most importantly how some kind of poor vermin could be useful for him

Fluffy says they have a lot of law problems and are starting to get tired from jailbreaks every few months. And if they'd help local mobster deal with his enemy thereby helping him become the greatest mafia of all time, maybe his mob could help them deal with cops as a modest reward. And they definitely don't have any other personal reasons to meet with Rtcler's gang face to face. Plus they claim to have some connections that could help in searches and to be better in combat and “if it wasn’t for me your scaly ass would’ve died today so you’re actually own me”. 

Which triggers the “- Excuse you, I am better than you -  No, I’M better than you” argument between both of them that ends up with Adam getting fed up with it and irritably saying “FINE, if you want it that much I ask Lucifer. As if he’ll allow it and not order to kill you in an instant for knowing too much, rat.”

Unfortunately for Adam, his boss really doesn't care how Adam will fulfill the order. If that Fluffy-guy wants to participate and technically doesn’t demand anything in return, - “I mean, who’d stop us from just killing them as soon as we're done instead of dealing with cops for this fool, right?” -  there’s no reason to not accept their help offer. 

Although Lucifer agrees that Fluffy is a stranger, it’s impossible to know what to expect from them and stupid to believe they’re 100% not a spy or won’t betray them at any given moment using all knowledge they receive against Lucifer’s mob in general. So, he orders Adam to keep an eye on Fluffy 24/7 to make sure "they won’t even have a chance to think about betraying” as if the guy didn’t have enough problems to deal with already.

Fluffy is not happy about the fact they would have to be constantly watched over as some kind of child either.

But oh well. 

Maybe, it would be worth it.

The end.

Okay,  comprehendible thought time is over now I will just say stuff:

Hatcler is definitely has something to do with The Hat Incident

The fact that by all logic Aamit would be a retired gangster that become a therapist or gangster AND a therapist is so funny to me

Twinstars should hold fights-without-rules for money, methinks. I don’t know why but it feels right

Copper would be just a regular citizen that happened to accidentally befriend a hitman. Also Fluffy would not hide what their job is but would try to hide the fact they smoke. Maybe not even allowing Adam to smoke near Copper as a bonus. Slapping cigarette out of his mouth as soon as they notice Copper nearby

"Does Adam has demon powers in this AU? Does magic even exist in this AU?" *shrugs* Bro, wish I know

#wish i was better with names to not call lucifer's and rtcler's mobs like this but. i am bad with names #if someone has name ideas be my guest #frankly if you have ANY ideas for this au be my guest would love to see it #rtumblr #rtcu #this is probably the first post for which I had to use google docs #my art #i hope it kinda make sense. like i mean i finished writing all this 5 days ago and reread it to fix stuff only one time and only on 60% #c!adam

[untoldreader]

Unexpected Encounter

Summary

You and Yelena cross paths unexpectedly, igniting a spark of curiosity and attraction. As you navigate this newfound connection, you delve into the depths of your desires, unaware of the dark path it will lead you down

Warning

None

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@alexawynters

The bustling streets of the city were a cacophony of noise and movement as I made my way through the crowd. It was just another ordinary day for me, or so I thought. Little did I know that fate had something extraordinary in store.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm golden rays upon the bustling metropolis. People hurried by, their faces lost in the sea of anonymity. I, too, was caught up in the rhythm of the city, my mind preoccupied with the mundane tasks of daily life.

As I turned a corner, lost in my thoughts, I collided with someone, causing both of us to stumble and nearly lose our balance. The sudden impact jolted me out of my reverie, and I blinked in surprise, trying to regain my footing.

Apologies tumbled from my lips, a mix of embarrassment and concern filling my voice. But when I looked up, ready to offer a sincere apology, I found myself captivated by the person before me.

Her piercing blue eyes met mine, and there was a flicker of surprise on her face before it transformed into a mischievous smirk. It was Yelena Belova, an enigmatic figure I had only heard whispers about. She was a force to be reckoned with, a skilled operative with a reputation for danger.

"Impressive moves," Yelena said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Watch where you're going next time."

The air crackled with an unspoken tension as I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from her. There was something magnetic about her presence, an allure that drew me in. I couldn't deny the spark of curiosity and attraction that ignited within me.

In that moment, I knew that my life was about to take an unexpected turn. Destiny had intertwined our paths, and I couldn't help but wonder what it meant.

Yelena, sensing the intrigue in my eyes, took a step closer, her voice lowering to a near-whisper. "You have no idea what you've stumbled into, but if you're brave enough, perhaps we can explore it together."

Her words sent a thrill down my spine, mingled with a sense of danger. I had always been drawn to the unknown, and Yelena represented a world of intrigue and secrets that called out to me.

With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, I accepted her offer, my heart pounding in my chest. Little did I know that this chance encounter would be the beginning of a dark and passionate journey, one that would test my limits and challenge everything I thought I knew about love and loyalty.

As I walked alongside Yelena, the city's chaos fading into the background, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The path ahead was uncertain, but with Yelena by my side, I was ready to embrace the darkness and discover the depths of a love that defied all expectations.

And so, my journey into a dark and forbidden love began, with a chance encounter that would forever change the course of my life. The streets stretched out before us, a labyrinth of possibilities, and as we ventured deeper into the shadows, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets awaited us and what sacrifices I would have to make to keep this love aflame.

Day by day, I found myself entangled in Yelena's world, a realm of danger and intrigue that few had the privilege to witness. She introduced me to a clandestine society, one where secrets were currency and trust was a fragile commodity. I trained alongside her, honing my skills and pushing the boundaries of my own limitations.

In the midst of the darkness, I discovered a kindred spirit in Yelena. She had a hardened exterior, but beneath it lay a vulnerability that only I could see. I became her confidante, her anchor in a world fraught with uncertainty. Together, we navigated the treacherous waters of espionage and betrayal, our bond growing stronger with each passing day.

But it wasn't all danger and deception. Amidst the chaos, I found solace in stolen moments of tenderness. When the world around us seemed to crumble, Yelena's touch was a balm to my soul. The weight of the world faded away, if only for a little while, as we lost ourselves in each other's embrace.

Yet, even in the throes of passion, there was a constant reminder of the darkness that surrounded us. The line between right and wrong blurred, and I was forced to confront the consequences of my choices. The love I shared with Yelena came at a price, one that I was willing to pay, but it was a price that had the potential to consume us both.

As I stood at the precipice of this newfound love, I couldn't help but question the path I had chosen. Was it worth sacrificing everything I held dear? Was I ready to embrace the darkness that threatened to consume my soul?

With uncertainty gnawing at my heart, I took a deep breath and made a silent vow to myself. I would face the challenges ahead, navigate the treacherous waters, and hold onto this love, no matter the cost.

And so, the chapter closed on our unexpected encounter, marking the beginning of a journey that would test my limits, challenge my beliefs, and ignite a passion that would burn brighter than any flame. Little did I know what lay ahead: the secrets, the dangers, and the sacrifices that would shape our love story into something both beautiful and haunting.

But for now, I embraced the uncertainty, holding Yelena's hand tightly as we ventured deeper into the shadows. Together, we would carve our own path, defying the constraints of the world and surrendering ourselves to the intoxicating allure of a dark and forbidden love.

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Chapter 1 set the stage for the whirlwind of emotions and adventures that awaited me. As I embarked on this journey with Yelena, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration and apprehension. The path ahead was shrouded in mystery, but one thing was certain: our lives would never be the same again.

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#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #marvel #A Dark Love

[littlepadika]

What would night time routines be like with the other daddies? 🥺 also I love you and your blog and writing!!!

idk who i've written about but i've been thinking about jack so much this week idk why. He's definitely into bedtime stories!!! 🦋

Warnings: DDLG, fem little

It started with him reading you books and adding little adlibs and plot tangents. You never minded. You found his stories more interesting than the picture books and with your big imaginaton you didn't even need pictures. Just your daddy's voice and descriptions painted the picture. So he started just telling his own stories, finding a lot of joy in seeing you hang on his every word.

In the summer he likes to pull you into his lap while he sits in his rocking chair on the porch. You gaze up at him and at the stars as he tells you the most fantastic stories all from memory. He uses your stuffies to play the different characters. Sometimes you draw him pictures to serve as backgrounds.

"And den what happened daddy?"

"well the brave agent bun bun invented a brilliant plan. He was going to go on a little trip out west to unexplored land. Hot and dry country. He had to find the desert fairy to cast a spell on the bad men and save the town. Everyone said that he was crazy." He raised his voice and exaggerated his accent which made you giggle. 'no bunbun ain't no one for a thousand clicks seen the desert fairy. Yer crazier than a road lizard if you think yer gonna find her.' But bun bun didn't care what people thought. So he packed his trusty steed wildflower (holding your horsie stuffie now) and set off to the unknown..."

"Den what?" You ask when he stops speaking, gazing down at you lovingly.

"I think it's high time you get to bed, little lamb."

"nooo." You pout.

"Hey... we can't have story time if you throw a fit at the end." He frowns though he's not angry.

"Sorry I just really want to know what happens, daddy."

"I know, my good listener. I promise daddy will tell you more tomorrow, mkay?"

"Mkay." You yawn. Jack gives you bun bun and wildflower back and you nuzzle against them while Jack carries you inside and to your room. He tucks you in and kisses you goodnight.

Somedays you fall asleep before the end of the story and wake up in the middle of the nght and run into your daddy's room.

"Hm? What's wrong, little lamb?" He'd sit up as soon as your pitter patter stops in front of the bed.

"I didn't hear the rest of the story! Daddy tell me now!" You crawl up into his warm covers. "Please."

"It's bedtime, baby."

"I can't sleep until I know what happens."

"I'll tell you in the morning." He compromises and you slip under the covers with him. You decided you'd wait and be a good girl. Sure enough you wake up and bring bunbun in to hear more of the story. You're amazed that Jack had so many stories ready to go and always thought of new twists to keep the saga interesting.

"Look papi I drew the wild west." You bring him the crayon drawing.

"Oh look at this! Keep this up and we'll have a full on storybook."

"No only my story." You frown not liking thinking of other people getting to hear your daddy's story.

"Of course." Whiskey kisses your head before hanging the picture up. "I think this will be a great background for tonight's chapter of our story. Thank you baby girl. I'm so proud of you."

You brighten up immediately at his praise, running back to the table to draw the desert fairy.

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daddies masterlist

@lafresamilk @mamacitapascal @prettypedros, @marstheplanet @takochansugoi  @oceanablue @iwishtobeastorm @dincrypt @bac-1, @spacenerdpascal , @cranberrypills @punkerthanpascal @breezythesimp  @djarinsimp @mylittlesenaar @bbybunbun @phnyx @xwalltoast @dreadwolfxoxo @xwalltoast t @mswarriorbabe80 @bearcina @lokigirlszendaya @pedroslilbitch @star-wars-fan-2005 @din-jarhead @hillgoth @m4ngoj3lly @crabbae @im-a-mcsimp-for-mchotties @girlofchaos @joelsflannel @xoxabs88xox @nicolethered @sergeant-major-ghost @pretty-girl-likes-tea @alexxavicry @harriedandharassed

#daddy!whiskey #ask padika #anon #bedtime routines #little!reader

[dykepuffs]

I have this real fear of looking like the cliché of "outsider art". Like, I don't have an academic background, I have spent time having bad experiences with the mental health system, I genuinely feel panicky and unwell when people either say "Oh haha what kind of DRUGS were you on to make this, you must be CRAZY?!" or when people think that I'm deliberately trying to look kooky and creepy.

So, making this untarot and sharing it, is me trying to be brave. Just drawing what I want, how I want to, as it comes to me.

Some minor arcana:

Rods:

Cups:

Coins:

Major arcana (frustratingly, I didn't think to arrange these in order):

I've done about a dozen readings with this deck over the last couple of days, which is why I seem to be building it so fast. People seem to like being read with blank cards, and even more so when they get a single painted card amid them. (The poor guy where I drew the blank tower between the painted 2 of cups and 10 of wands, and had to say "yeah man I just know it's the tower, sorry" was a whole experience though.)

#untarot #rex does untarot

[fiorajal]

So close, yet so far.

Last night, I talked to God about you for the first time in a long while. Every night, I fight the urge not to include you in my prayers and I know that's so selfish of me.

But last night, I just couldn't help myself.

I asked Him, "God, please give me a sign. If he still loves me, he'll appear in my dreams tonight."

And just today, I woke up.

I saw you in my dream.

I strolled upon an open bridge full of happy people. It was sunset—our favourite time of the day.

You were standing there at the brink of the bridge with your phone. It appeared as though you were talking to someone whom I assumed to be the one you expected to come.

The wind gives off a pleasant feeling as it is situated near the sea.

Reminded me of those plans we had: to have a beach getaway, where we would enjoy watching the sunset together.

As I caught sight of you, I unconsciously slowed down my pace.

You found me in the crowd and lowered your phone as your gaze fixed to my direction.

You were so surprised when you saw me. You smiled at me and whispered some words to yourself that I hardly hear.

The smile you gave me feels like a relief of finally finding me after an eternity of waiting.

You were wearing a clean plain white shirt and light blue denim jeans. You looked immaculate and dreamy.

It was like a captivating scene in the movie: “Two people with a shared history met for the very first time. Despite not saying a word, the intensity of their exchanged glances spoke volumes. Full of unspoken emotions. As if the time had stood still, and the world around them had faded into the background.” 

I know it made your heart flutter when you saw my face. I know, because it's written in your eyes and I felt it too. My heart has gone entirely nuts.

But then, the feeling of joy was only momentary.

As I drew near to you, a sudden realization washed over me.

"I was just dreaming, and you're not mine anymore."

I paused and took a step back.

Everything flashed right before my eyes. I knew the moment I woke up, I would have to face the unbearable pain of reality again.

I made the toughest decision, even if it meant torturing both you and me at the end of this dream.

I saw the look on your face as I slowly turned my back and walked away from you.

It was a painful sight—how I dared to leave you like that. I was so close to finally meeting you face-to-face and perhaps holding you closely.

But I'm glad I did.

I'm glad that even in my dreams, I had the courage to rescue myself from the illusion of being with you. I'm glad that I was brave enough to make you feel the same thing you did to me. And somehow, that satisfied me.

At the same time, what hurts me the most is the fact that there's a part of me that had wished for you to chase after me and halt me from leaving.

But you didn't.

Thank God, you didn't.

#dream #diary

[norshafa]

#throwback Recently, when I was substituting for 5-year-old moral studies, I wanted the students to learn about good behaviour with neighbours. So I started with them drawing their own house at the whiteboard. Then I asked them to describe in class about their house. Who knows watching them drawing their own house and describing them were so much fun 😆 The 1st kid told us that he drew an apartment that looks like a monster house. Because he was excited that his parents brought him to the monster house recently 😅 The 2nd kid drew a nice, terrace house, complete with door and window. He is a very neat person when it come to his work so far when I was around 😁 The 3rd and 4th kids were girls, so you can figure why they have ponies infront of their house 🤣 The 3rd kid drew a nice apartment house, with herself near the pony. She told us her house doesn’t have any TV, which I told her it was a good thing because playing is much more fun than watching TV 😄 The 4th kid drew a terrace house. It was actually quite a challenge to explain the difference between a bungalow and a terrace with these kids 😅 But she finally decided her house was a terrace house 😄 and she told us she has lots of TVs at her house 😋 The 5th kid drew a tall apartment, because he said his house is very high up, near the 23rd floor. I guess it’s a 23-storey apartment 😅 1 thing for sure, these kids are creative, expressive and brave ❤️ So I guess kids nowadays are not drawing the “standard house” that we all drew back when we were little (mine was a single storey bungalow with a background of mountains behind, I don’t know whose house that I drew back then 🤣). #norshafaeccejourney https://www.instagram.com/p/CfJF3VTJP3F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#throwback #norshafaeccejourney

[spielzeugkaiser]

I can't decide if I want to watch season 2 of the Witcher or just continue to live in happy fandom land where things are still like season 1 and all my ships are together T0T. Have you watched it yet? Is it good?

I just watched S2, I'm coming out of a total haze and *Points at the plot* [Is that allowed??] *Points at the characters-* [IS THAT ALLOWED??] *gets eaten by wolves*

Also, asking ME is always gonna get screwed results, because I am 1. easily exciteable 2. very forgiving if I don't like something 3. have a BAD case of selective memory, like. Instantly forgetting things if I thought they were 'nah' 4. I am SO good at cherry picking and have no regard for canon. My relationship with it is like it's with fanfiction; I basically sit happily in my little corner, occasionally look up, go "you do you" and still let all my ships smooch. So my answer will always be - go for it! If you think it's shit you can still stop. Also: Some of my impressions (spoilery!) under the cut:

Okay, this is a disorganized mess and remember I still haven't read that book yet- - Poor, POOR Eskel. They really did you dirty and I'm still a bit ??? about the whole kaer Morhen backstory/ part. What. Why. When you do "the witcher" but don't get the witchers right it's. Ughhh. Also the prostitutes just threw me off, not gonna lie. Just a big :C about all of that. Vesemir is on very thin ice. - I'm so sorry but I will continue to do the *wolves eating my face thing*. I got it, I see where this was meant to be going and if the story would have arrived differently at that point, I could have seen that as poetic, but like that?? SO BIZARRE. - Is it too soon? It might be too soon, but GODS. - We got Dad!Geralt!! I love dad!Geralt. - I liked the first episode, and the bruxa and it had the "monster of the week" vibe which the other episodes hadn't. Not that that was missing per se, but I enjoyed that quite a bit! That was such a nice bruxa design, I loved the mystery, the backstory, the castle, and the design of the light-thingy Ciri had. that was such a nice way to tell a story in a story. - YENNSKIER. HELLO. I'm looking. Honestly, they were so vulnerable and soft with each other and I quite liked their interactions?? They looked at each other with a deeper level of understanding that just got me. Jaskier standing up for Yennefer? Yennefer relying on Jaskier? Guys. I do it. I stan. - CIRI. I really liked Ciri in this season. She was an interesting take on the chosen one, brave but scared, also quite stoic but not without humor? I loved that! I liked her relationship with Geralt, I'll take it. It felt a bit rushed to me, but I'll take it, because I think they portrayed it well enough that he really cared for her. - Jaskier helping the elves! Cahirs and Yens travels. - JASKIER with a broken heart. JASKIERS SPEECH ABOUT BEING AN ARTIST. Like the subtext about his "otherness" it's all- I fear that this is as close as we will ever get to canon!queer Jaskier, and I loved that scene but pLEAsE- *hungers for more* - Fringilla and Filavandrell and the whole stories with the elves! Although they took that in directions- holy shit. That got dark and drew parallels that made me feel. Conflicted? Still have to think about that. - I didn't like the monsters? They were. hmm. I'm not sure if it was the design or the animation. Also the hut?? Uhm. And the monoliths. What was with that plot. What was with the plot in general?? - WHY ROACH. I honestly screamed. Ciri lighting up a candle for her made me feel things. That was a good scene. - I loved Nenneke! I liked that part of the story! Didn't see it coming but I enjoyed it! Their talks about balance were interesting and showed a bit more about Geralts background. (I want to know more about the sign incident) - All the side characters! the two in the sewer, we got Dara back, I actually liked Istredd?? wild - Geralt and Jaskier. *sigh* Please, PLEASE stop deflecting you two. I feel like the story wants us to believe that Geralt cares for Jaskier, that he really sees him as his friend, and we got hints that he cares, but. THEY don't show it. Like they're supposed to be friends again, but we don't see it? We saw Yens and Jaskiers friendship instead (I'm not mad about that tho!) I'm curious where S3 takes us, with the Dijkstra story line. I feel like they still need to have a heart to heart. (Did Geralt find out what pleases him?? Will he EVER understand what Jaskier was trying to say that day??) - THE SOUNDTRACK - lovely sets, lovely cinematography and really good camera work in genereal. Also the costumes where beautiful! My brain sometimes turns plot off and just looks at pretty pictures, and they had some beautiful wide shots. also loved the coloring and the sound design! - JUST THE CINEMATOGRAPHY guys- I know we talk a lot about plot here, and of course a good series needs a good story, but me (who never watches much TV or movies) enjoyed that A LOT. - the pacing felt a bit off at the end tho Highlight of the season: everything Yennefer (and everything Jaskier, not gonna lie, we all

know why I love this show so much). Also Anyas and Joey's acting was PHENOMENAL.

#NOW OPEN FOR S2 PROMPTS #the witcher netflix #the witcher #the witcher season 2 #my opinion will probably change with a second viewing #at this point I am also SO DEEP in AU land I look at canon like. Oh. You exist #but still it was a fun day! although pretty exhausting #THAT WAS SO LONG #first impressions are always wild. Also I am talking? Who would have thought #I CAN totally get it if you hate it but maybe you think it's fun! #and honestly that's the point of this all #it's supposed to be f u n

[imagining-in-the-margins]

The Birds & The Bees (S.R. | Pt. 15)

Summary: The pair head off to the conference. A/N: I’m finally back! I missed you all! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Oral sex (male receiving), guns, very mildly implied gun kink Word Count: 5.8k

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As far back as I can remember, I’ve always loved road trips. It made sense to me why babies had such an easy time falling asleep on long car rides. Although humans aren’t capable of retaining memories of those years, I still liked to think that I’d felt the same way as an infant as I do now.

There was just something so whimsical about watching the world pass you by. Something comforting in the haloed lights and the thin barrier between you and the weather. The stereo sound of rain with a front row seat of watching droplets race down the window.

Even with the best of company, one who always had something to say, I found myself lost in thought rather than conversation. The rain was starting to wane, and the pitter-patter faded even further into the background of our rear view.

“What are you worried about?”

I turned to the man in the driver’s seat first, but then glanced over to the clock to get some grasp on how long I’d been lost in thought. But a few seconds into the impossible mental math, I was forced to abandon the fruitless efforts.

“Bunny…” Spencer warned with a playful tilt in his voice.

“What?”

“You look worried.”

To which, of course, I lied, “I’m not worried.”

And, of course, he noticed.

“And now you’re lying to me.”

Something about the incredulity in the word, the way he drew out the vowel with an overdramatic gasp, made the impossible seem less so. The vulnerability I’d tried to hide away returned to the forefront with a few fangs less.

But it still felt… unworthy of being discussed. A product of an over-imaginative mind with too much time and too few distractions.

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

Spencer, in his usual stubborn way, did not accept the insecurities. I had half a mind to point out to him just how hypocritical he was to force me to talk about every inane thing that bothered me when it’d taken him months to be honest with himself about his feelings for me.

But he just sounded so pitiful, so pure in his intentions, that my competitive nature never stood a chance.

“Please tell me,” he begged, “I promise it’s not stupid if it’s enough to worry you.”

While I wanted to answer him, I still took a moment to gather my thoughts. In the end, they came out the way they probably always would have.

“Are you bored with me?” I said, too loud and too rushed for the simple idea the phrase conveyed.

Spencer’s answer was much the same.

“What? No!”

It was also significantly more terrifying when half his body turned towards me in an instant, as he was the one driving the car. Thankfully, his logic took control pretty quickly once the initial shock faded, and he returned his eyes to the road with a deep huff.

“No, I’m not bored with you. Not at all. Why would you even think that?”

“It’s just…” I tried to find a delicate way to say it, but found none. So, continuing with the trend of vague bluntness, I sucked in my cheeks and tried to be brave. “It’s been a couple weeks and we… haven’t…”

The thought was cut off by a loud, bewildered scoff. The notoriously intense man to my left held a firm hand between us to further demonstrate his insistence.

“Bunny, I am well prepared to wait a lot longer than a couple of weeks.”

Yeah, trust me, I know… I thought rather rudely to myself.

Spencer’s stance changed in response, and for a second I thought I might have said the sarcastic quip aloud. But then he smiled at the sight of me, leaned back with arms crossed and bottom lip pouted.

“Besides, you’ve made it very clear that I am the one holding you back,” he noted.

The two of us shared a brief, awkward chuckle that made most of the remaining tension fade. Then it was just the two of us, with our biggest fears about our own unworthiness still hanging in the air.

We still liked each other just as much, too. Maybe that’s all that really mattered.

“So what’s really bothering you?” he tried again.

“How many girlfriends have you had?”

“Ah,” was all he said initially, but his body language immediately changed back to the shameful, frigid man I’d known him capable of being. Although I’m sure he hadn’t meant to, he broke my heart with every inch away from me he shifted.

Eventually, he allowed himself a chance to answer, “Two, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Three, if it includes you,” he clarified. Which, while sweet, was a bit jarring to hear for the first time in the middle of that particular conversation.

“It includes me?”

The bona fide genius’s mouth dropped open, floundering for a second before he folded his lips in with a remarkably uncomfortable hum that turned into laughter before I could find a way to be offended by it.

“Do you still need me to ask you?” he teased, “Here I thought I’d made it pretty clear. But I suppose I am not an expert on relationships or social cues.”

No kidding.

As soon as the thought occurred to me, the profiler in the driver’s seat took note of it. I couldn’t act surprised; I had hardly hidden the spike of anxiety. Between bitten lips and twiddling fingers, hinted at by wayward glances and breaths that took too much in and put too little out.

Much to my pleasure, Spencer didn’t call me out. Instead, he changed the conversation so dramatically that I damn near got whiplash.

“Did you have a lot of stuffed animals growing up?”

“What?”

Without missing a beat, he broke into a longwinded rant that did nothing to answer my question.

“Anthropomorphism is pretty common in young girls. The attribution of human emotions to inanimate objects. Typically, dolls or stuffed animals. Young kids tend to convince themselves that the things they love have feelings. Toy Story took advantage of that trend to make children feel an even deeper empathy for toys. Pretty successfully, might I add.”

And add it he did, to a lot of information that felt a lot like a trick.

“Were you one of those young girls?” he continued, with a very unnecessary commentary of, “I have a feeling you were.”

“I guess so—” I started to answer, only to be crowded out by the boisterous snicker of, “A resounding yes.”

“Do you have a point there, mister?!” I screeched back, but any anger faded fast at the sight of Spencer’s wide grin. The tinge of red breaking out over his neck as my humiliation brought him such endless entertainment that he struggled to remember to breathe.

Once it had finally died down, though, he found his stride as he so often did. He let one hand drop from the wheel to take hold of my hand. He waited, still, all the way until the car came to a stop at the yellow light now beaming through a rainless sky.

“Do you think the human heart is incapable of loving more than one thing?” he asked.

“No, of course not.”

He gave a solemn nod, undoubtedly questioning if I had already deemed him as something non-human, or if I’d simply still found myself unworthy of such a feat. I said nothing, but I knew that he took my silence as a little bit of both.

“If you really believe that, then why do you think that the potential of me having loved anyone before I met you, somehow cheapens what I feel for you?”

I felt regrettable words dancing along my tongue, and I bit the muscle hard enough to wince.

Because I have never loved anyone the way I am falling in love with you.

And what a terrifying revelation that could have been. It could have been suffocating, but it wasn’t. Spencer took it upon himself to steal my breath away in a completely different way.

“You can’t honestly doubt the extent of how I feel for you,” he whispered as our joined hands drifted over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Even clothed, I felt the way my whole body responded to his touch. With goosebumps rippling over skin and into denim, struggling to find him in the darkness.

“Do you really not feel it when I touch you?”

He already knew I had. The wicked smirk he sported stirred another feeling entirely, and before long, I’d cast aside the worries to replace them with that typical jest we shared.

“Are you comparing me to a doll?” I droned with a false monotone.

Per usual, he knew exactly how to navigate the pitfalls I’d planted in his path.

With a gentle, careful hand, he pushed my hair back from my face so that he could see my face unhindered. With both hands off the wheel for that brief moment, he gazed at the slightly flustered, but mostly smitten mess of a girl beside him, and he saw something I wished I could see every day of my life. Even if it was just through the reflection of his honeyed eyes.

“You certainly are beautiful enough. And I do feel compelled to play with you.”

Just as he’d said it, I grabbed hold of his hand that had stopped its ascent up my thigh. Spencer sighed, light and lively with a shake of his head and a cluck of his tongue.

“Naughty Bunny. Distracted driving is a crime, you know.”

And then his hand was gone, returned to the wheel of the vehicle as it began to move again. As for me, I’d sunken down into my chair with a devastated groan.

“You’re so mean!”

“Do you want me to crash the car?” he laughed, and I decided that the sound would be enough to carry me through the rest of the trip.

Because while Spencer was unaware of my plans for the conference, I knew about them in extreme detail. Well, as good of detail as someone like me could have. The logistics might prove trickier than my fantasies, but I couldn’t imagine anything insurmountable.

When the rain was long behind us, I took to watching Spencer rather than the rolling clouds. I knew he felt my eyes on him, but he dutifully kept his eyes forward, only stealing glances at my sleepy expression when it was absolutely safe to do so.

I had expected him to correct me when I curled up in the passenger seat — it wouldn’t be the first time he’d lectured me on safety features in a car and how airbags are designed for a very specific posture — but he didn’t. The scene was so serene that it almost felt like I’d already fallen into a dreamworld that only consisted of that little universe we shared.

“Go to sleep, little Bunny,” I heard amongst the ever-rolling tires. “I’ll take care of you.”

My eyes fluttered shut, and that time they stayed so. In the background, I heard words whispered so quietly that I almost missed them.

“I’ll always take care of you. I promise.”

But I hadn’t. My subconscious grabbed hold of them so tightly I feared I might break them into something less precious. So I held them softer, resting my hands tenderly over my heart that beat in tandem with another’s. With his. I held on to that feeling for dear life and many miles.

I didn’t let go of it, even as the car pulled to an unplanned stop.

I opened my eyes, spotting the sea of parked cars right before Spencer brought a firm finger to my forehead.

“Stay asleep,” he instructed, swapping out his finger for his lips. It reminded me of the old mother’s trick of kissing foreheads to search for a fever, and I wondered what ailment he might be searching for in me.

I hid away the one I was most frightened of him feeling. The naive, desperate one that yearned to sink its claws into him every time I felt him slip away. That time, I rid myself of my reservations. My hand gripped his wrist as hard as it could in my half-asleep state, and any worry about hurting him was gone within seconds of hearing him laugh.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

Something in his voice made me believe him fast enough to almost fall back to sleep on his command. I swore, all I’d done was blink and the door was opening just as it closed. I didn’t even open my eyes for the first few seconds, my body having already recognized the scent of his cologne and the feeling of our souls meeting over the center console.

I didn’t open my eyes when he took my hand again, but I did open them when he replaced his own hand with something else. Something soft and plush.

I opened my eyes and was met with the kind, loving stare of a stuffed rabbit. In the background of that childishly heartwarming image, was Spencer, smiling with just as much fondness as the fabric and thread.

With tears in my eyes at the horribly domestic nature of it all, I thought of so many different things to say to that wonderful, whimsical man. I thought of confessing my love for him, for telling him that he was brilliant and he’d already figured me out more than I ever could have hoped.

I thought about thanking him but settled on something else.

“I hate you,” I whined, the words lost in the fluff that hid the smile I wore.

Spencer didn’t hide his smile. Not even a little bit.

“And I adore you,” he said, and I knew that unlike me, he’d said the first thing that came to his mind when faced with my sarcastic disdain.

Spencer said the first thing he thought, and that thought had been the very same one he’d once been willing to damn himself for.

I adore you, he said. And if I hadn’t been trying to win, I might’ve returned with the reply I’d been screaming for long before the rabbit.

I adore you more. More than you, the moon, and the sun. I adore you more than I ever thought possible, every moment of every day.

I adore you, Spencer Reid. More than you’ll ever know. More than I’ll ever say.

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Having spent the majority of my life hopping hotel rooms, the facade of luxury they tried to capture no longer fazed me. As I passed by ornate architecture and textiles, I found myself thinking about how often I had been somewhere exactly like this in every way — but it was different.

I thought about how something so small and unassuming could change my whole world. How my Bunny had been my first in so many ways without ever having known.

For example, she had just recently become the first woman that made me uninterested in academia. It wasn’t that I’d completely lost interest in the topic of the conference — the poor girl had just listened to an impromptu lecture about it for the past few hours — it was the fact that I had rushed straight past the preparation for the exhibits. It was the enthusiasm held in tensed muscles as we both bounded through dizzying hallways until we managed to sneak away from everything and everyone else.

It was the first time a hotel room had ever felt like home. The first time I’d ever wanted to stay there forever.

We entered her room first, completely ignoring the set of internal doors that had been meant to keep our spaces apart. They had done a horrible job, and we couldn’t have been happier about it.

My coquette twirled about the room, tossing her things to the side in favor of me. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled our bodies tightly together.

I lowered my hands to her hips, but they couldn’t stay there long. They started to wander over her back in seconds, trying to find any way to bring her closer to me.

“Well, Bunny. You’ve done it. You’ve gotten me into your hotel room.”

“I know,” she said through a bright-eyed smile, “And I have plans.”

There were few things more terrifying than my Bunny’s self-assured little snicker. Normally, I would approach the situation more cautiously than I had felt capable of at that moment. I would push her at least a few inches away to grant myself the chance to think in full sentences.

But she was so goddamn intoxicating. The small kisses on my neck were manageable, but when her lithe tongue dragged over my pulse, I became weak in the knees. My ability to conjure one word, much less enough to create a coherent thought, was immediately lost to the hotness of her breath and the quickness of her hands.

Eventually, I hummed a response in an attempt to gain something reminiscent of the upper hand.

“Oh? You have plans?”

“Mhm,” was her terrifyingly curt reply.

Nothing befuddled me quite like she did. I could explain the psychological, pathological, or pharmacological phenomenon responsible for losing control of your faculties… except for when it came to me and her.

Because there was quite simply no reason that I hadn’t noticed when she undid my pants.

Before I could say a word, she’d slipped from my hands and dropped to her knees in front of me. I still grabbed her, anyway, my hands rooted in her hair as my whole body shook.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Did you just stutter?” she teased with a giggle.

I took exactly one deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

“Why are you—Shit!”

My voice was cut off, my vocal cords barely able to scrape together to make that final curse. It had all happened so fast that I could hardly process it. In a way, I was happy that I hadn’t hyper-fixated on each sensation — I knew that I would not be able to contain my lust for the girl longer than a matter of moments regardless. But still, even with each new touch on sensitive skin being blunted by her speed, I was not prepared for the mere sight of it.

Of my Bunny, with her hand wrapped around my cock and her lips pressing the tiniest little kiss to the tip.

“Bunny, i-it’s fine. You don’t...”

She looked so fucking comfortable. Like this wasn’t blasphemy in action, like she was not acting out my most licentious fantasies in real time. I swallowed hard, closing my eyes and looking away while she started to explore with tentative squeezes and strokes.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “You don’t have to do this.”

But she was beaming. There was no way for me to doubt the sincerity and wonder in her eyes as she continued to giggle, nervous and kittenish, “I know. I want to!”

“Oh, god.”

I closed my eyes again, but I saw her no matter what. I could still feel her timid hand almost shaking as she worked her fingers over the soft skin. Then, she giggled again, and I had to bear witness.

“Don’t you want to watch?” she asked.

My stomach tensed as it took everything in me not to finish right then and there. She didn’t wait for an answer, or merely accepted my dumbstruck staring as confirmation enough, before she dragged her tongue along the underside of my dick.

There was no chance of appearing unaffected, and I wouldn’t have wanted to, anyway. I wanted her to receive praise in the only way I was capable of. The sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure only grew louder as she became more confident in her movements. Until she took the chance to push the tip past her lips and run her tongue along the sides, all while staring up at me with a most provocative glimmer in those otherwise chaste eyes.

“You’re a devilish, coquettish little thing,” I groaned. She answered by covering the head with her lips again, then taking me in further. It wasn’t until she laughed against me, however, that my eyes began to roll.

“You will undoubtedly, assuredly, be the end of me, Bunny,” I whispered.

She immediately stopped, pulling her mouth off of me with a provocative little ‘pop’ of her lips.

“Hey Professor?”

“What?”

For just one second, I worried I’d done something wrong. That I had been too much, too enamored with her. That I was overbearing and outlandish in a way that didn’t appeal to her. But then she smiled, genuine and guileless, and my heart stole back some of the blood rushing between her fingers to beat just a little bit harder.

“Keep talking. I want to hear your voice.”

And I was gone. White spots of light and love were creeping into my vision as she took me into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around me and drawing lewd noises from me that I tried to speak through — just for her.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bunny.”

My hands were tangled in the hair she probably spent ages perfecting for me, but she didn’t seem to mind. I kept trying to release the tension, but then she would move her tongue against me while she enveloped more of me and I would forget to be gentle with her.

“What happened to my sweet, naive little flower?”

My Bunny tried to laugh again, batting her lashes at me and almost choking on the intrusion. She never stopped though, even as her eyes watered up.

“When did you learn how to behave like this? Is this what I’ve done to that demure darling that showed up in my office?”

It was a sincere question just as much as it had been intended to draw a reaction from her. Her whole body wiggled in response, with her motions getting more and more excited. So, naturally, I continued to entertain her desire to hear me.

I let go of her hair, brushing my knuckles over the side of her face and cleaning the little bit of spit gathering at her chin.

“I’ve ruined you already and I’ve hardly even begun to have my way with you,” I whispered.

I watched as any remaining fears of inadequacy melted away, replaced with only the purest, most ungodly, powerful lust. It was enough to propel her further into the waters of sin, with her small hands digging in my thighs as she sat up taller.

“That’s my girl,” I groaned when I watched myself start to disappear inch by inch, until I felt the back of her throat and her muscles tensed. “Good job sweetheart. Swallow for me, pretty girl.”

She heeded my instructions immediately, taking me in while she gagged and choked without complaint. I wanted to be more sympathetic to her plight, but there was only one thought I felt capable of voicing.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

My Bunny felt good, too, I realized shortly after. It was the gentle, rhythmic rocking of her hips — the way she ground down on her heel, seeking the stimulation I was meant to provide. And while I was jealous to be replaced so easily, I couldn’t help but be overcome by the revelation that she had become so overwhelmed herself, so driven by lust for me, that she felt the need to provide herself relief.

She wanted me. She really, truly wanted me the same as I craved her every second of my existence.

“Fuck, I-I can’t...” I said between heaving breaths, “Tell me where you want it.”

Her answer came in the form of her hand over mine on the back of her head. She pushed down as hard as she could, sucking in one last breath before she brought her lips to the base of me.

Just as she pressed that sloppy kiss into me, I lost myself in her. The warm, velvety slickness of her throat vibrated and closed around my cock like the most welcoming vice. She choked on a moan at the same time I filled her throat, spilling into her in a way I’d only ever dreamed of.

Her body started to resist. Her nails dug into my thighs and tears streamed over her cheeks. But before I pulled her off of me, I issued one last instruction.

“Swallow like a good girl.”

She did. She followed along before she even bothered to take a breath. When her lungs filled again, though, it wasn’t for long. The abuse of her poor throat had caught up to her, and she coughed as she struggled to stay upright on her knees.

“That’s a good Bunny,” I cooed, catching her just before she crumpled to the floor. I brought her to her feet and steadied her there in my arms. I cleaned the spit from her lips and chin and kissed away the few tears that remained.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” I asked.

But my poor, sweet Bunny remained too preoccupied to consider her own well-being.

“Did I do okay?” she asked in return.

Forcing her to meet my eyes, despite how tired she looked, I spoke as clearly and convincingly as I could.

“You were, as always, wonderful in every way.”

That time when she laughed, the sound was more carefree than the last. I felt some metaphorical and literal weight fall away as she found her feet again.

But that freedom was so tempting. So delicious to dream of tearing it away. Of leading and dragging her back to that state from before — when she felt only what I felt, did only as I said. I wanted to cherish her and show her the depths of how I felt for her.

“One day, I’m going to give you everything,” I whispered into her ear, “I’m going to break you, and you’re going to love it.”

“When?” she replied, completely unfazed by the desperation in my tone.

“Not yet,” I answered honestly with a tender kiss to her saline stained cheek as if to prove my point. “But one day. I promise.”

When my hands fell away, she took her freedom in stride. Unlike what I’d expected, she asked for nothing in return. She had brought me to heights unknown and fluttered away from me like I hadn’t just seen the world in an entirely different way thanks to her.

Of course, I speak about it as if it were poetic, when in all actuality, she was just trying to snoop in my room. I beat her to it, as she was adorably surprised to find that the door was still locked from my side. I think the poor thing almost took offense to it before she realized that I hadn’t been in it yet.

I made her wait a few minutes longer, much to her dissatisfaction. But the truth was that I needed at least one moment to grasp what had just happened in her room.

I only made it as far as placing half the things I brought where they needed to be before I missed her too much to make her wait. When the door clicked open, she pounced on the opportunity. She abandoned her opened suitcase on the bed and waltzed over the threshold into what was meant to be my room.

If it were truly mine, I thought, she’d belonged there, anyway.

But my Bunny had only made it a few steps before she froze. I didn’t have to follow her eyes to know that they were locked onto the revolver resting on my nightstand. The gleam of silver and polished wood had caught her eye, and she remained stuck like a deer caught by two glaring headlights.

“Leave it to a little magpie to be drawn in by shiny objects.”

My Bunny jumped at the acknowledgement, bringing her fingers up to her mouth and biting down on the nails before she muttered, “I didn’t know you had your gun.”

The Smith & Wesson sat innocently before her, although you wouldn’t know from the way she watched it. As if it would jump from its place and cause destruction on its own. When I picked it up, however, that darling girl relaxed immediately. Whatever she saw in the way I handled the weapon, it was not fear.

“It’s not loaded,” I said, thumbing the release and counting each of the six empty spaces. Again, I theorized that her mind was somewhere other than typical gun safety lessons, but I didn’t find it necessary to tease her just yet. So, instead, I returned the cylinder to its rightful place before I offered it to her.

“Do you want to hold it?”

Silence. A contemplative curiosity filling every aspect of her expression. My Bunny reached out one hand, and I took note of how it didn’t shake — yet.

The cold, heavy steel dropped into her fingers that fell from the heaviness she hadn’t anticipated. I watched the panic and excitement flash through her eyes for a mere fraction of a second before she was carefully clutching the barrel with a white-knuckled grip. When I laughed, her flustered shaking became even more dramatic.

“You are positively adorable holding that.”

Her lips stuck out in a precious little pout, but I didn’t let myself linger for long. I passed by the flustered girl still clutching the steel like her life depended on it, and finally knelt down to open the safe at the bottom of the bureau. It wasn’t until I turned back around that I spotted something peculiar about that once demure flower.

My Bunny was still there, holding onto the gun carefully and scrutinizing each ding and dent… but she was doing something else, too.

She was rubbing her thighs together in tight, rocking motions.

“Bunny…”

She froze, her eyes popping up to mine and her knuckles blanching from the pressure.

“Yes, Professor?”

There was no delicate way of asking a question I already knew the unpalatable answer to, so I decided to be blunt.

“Are you… excited?”

“What? No!” she shrieked. Seconds later, after we both finished wincing from the shrill sound, she continued at a more appropriate pitch, “Pffft, no! Guns a-are scary. And bad. You should take it back.”

With both hands, she held the unloaded weapon out to me.

I didn’t take it. My hands covered hers around it, but I used that hold to pull her closer. I tugged until she all but fell into my lap, where she finally released her hold and chose to cling to me, instead.

We both laughed at the clumsiness, but mine didn’t last nearly as long. Because with her so close again, with her breath on my cheeks and her hands on my thighs, I could only push away the licentious desires for so long.

My free hand found home on her thigh, pressing forward until it had reached the apex between her thighs. The warmth radiating from through her clothing, reminding me of just how badly she desired my touch.

“You should see what else I can do with this, little Bunny,” I teased.

A warm, contented sigh slipped past her lips, and for a couple seconds I allowed myself to dream of a reality where it was only the two of us. A world where I could have her, over and over again, without fear of retribution from the universe.

It was a beautiful place to spend my daydreams, but it was not the world we’d found ourselves in. I think she knew that, too, because she had no qualms when I helped guide her off my lap. She just sat beside me and waited for further instruction, which I was loath to give. But, in time, I did.

“Go unpack your things. We have to go to dinner soon.”

There was surprisingly little resistance, and that small, insecure part of me reached out to grab her wrist before she got too far.

“And Bunny?”

The way her face lit up in response to the name told me I had nothing to worry about. But I still wanted more, to indulge in her and offer her some kind of reassurance in exchange. So, I offered her what I wanted more than anything.

“Do you want to stay the night in my room?”

Immediately, her voice jumped an octave and made goosebumps cover my skin in a most welcome manner.

“Wha— You’ll let me stay in here?! With you?!”

“If you’d like to,” I said through the laughter.

Her answer was quick and powerfully given.

“Yes!”

“Alright. Sounds like a plan.”

I basked in the glory of her purity; of the childlike joy she got out of something so simple. I memorized each wrinkle and laugh line, painted them into fifty thousand different mental images so that they might finally be able to drown out all the badness I’d accumulated over the years.

I took great happiness in her, because I knew that I would have to damper her spirits too soon.

“Fair warning, though. I do have a meeting with Candy beforehand.”

And just like that, it was gone. Her bouncing figure froze the same as it had when she’d spotted a weapon on my nightstand. I chuckled to myself about how silly it was that she found that woman to be a threat.

“Wait, what? Here? In your room?”

After the brief, required struggle to get off the floor, I approached the now gloomy girl. I cradled her face as carefully as I could, remembering how happy she’d been and wanting to bring it back however I could. But, as I’d said before, the world required things from me that I wished I could abandon for her.

“All I ask is that you don’t sit with your ear at the door. For both of our sakes.”

“But…” she started and ended, unable to muster the words to voice the rather juvenile concern that I would ever be untrue to her in that way.

Because she was still so young, so fearful and unpracticed in these things. I saw the anxiety sprouting in her eyes and twiddling fingers and I sought to placate it with the truth.

“I promise, my bed will be waiting for you, unused and with pillows still fluffed.”

“Fine,” she muttered begrudgingly before adding on in a snarky drawl, “But you owe me.”

“Always,” I answered, and I wondered if she knew how much I’d meant it.

How I spent every waking moment acutely aware that I might never be enough. There had been a few times she referenced that self-loathing in fits of anger; she’d mocked the extent of the poisonous hatred and implied it was nothing but self-aggrandizing nonsense.

She slipped away from me too quickly for my taste, but I didn’t stop her anymore. My eyes fell away from her figure the same my hands had earlier. Instead, my gaze fixed on the silver gleam of the safe containing the weapon that I’d once seen as an extension of myself.

I thought of every disgusting thing I’d ever done, every drop of blood shed for, from, or by me. I looked down at a torn palm surrounded by new scars between knuckles.

I thought of Chekhov’s gun, the literary principle that dictates that when you see a gun in the first act, it must fire by the third.

I heard my Bunny humming a song that sounded too beautiful to be shared with me, and I wondered how long it would take her to realize how true my warnings had been.

Because in those brief moments of clarity, that overwhelming, insecure part of me forced me to acknowledge the truth. That it was not a matter of if I would hurt her.

It was a matter of when. It was a matter of how.

But then I heard her laughter from the next room over, and I decided that I didn’t want to listen to anything else for the time being.

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| Part Sixteen |

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[ophelia-writes]

invisible - scaramouche x reader

warnings: slight violence

it had been a few weeks since you were reassigned under the sixth harbinger’s regime. when you first heard that you would have to work for the scaramouche, you were horrified. after all, everyone had heard the stories— how he exterminated his underlings over something as trivial as botched paperwork, how his mood swings were so frequent that you never knew what would set him off. how he was the most tyrannical, cruel, and unreasonable among all the harbingers. considering his colleagues, that was saying something.

but after your first week, you realized that your fears were unfounded. to be honest, you had never even spoken to the man, having only seen him and passing once or twice. you had to admit that he was beautiful, his dark hair and pale skin more dazzling than you had imagined. still, you had no desire to get close to him. after all, the more you saw him, the more likely it was that he would strike you down where you stood. so, for now, you made sure to stay in the background, trying your best to remain invisible in his cruel, beautiful eyes.

that’s why, when you received the notice that you were to be one of the agents accompanying him on his next mission, you were mortified. why, of all the unlucky fatui under his command, did he have to choose you? sure, you had been one of signora’s most trusted agents, but scaramouche had no reason to trust you. why wouldn’t he bring one of his older, more reliable agents instead?

on the morning of departure, you kept your head low and tried to stay as invisible as possible. there were five other agents with you, none of which you were very close with, and two of which you had never even seen before in your life. you let out a resigned sigh, preparing yourself for the most awkward and unpleasant mission of your life. this was definitely not going to be fun.

you walked for miles in the cold, sneznayan terrain, tempted to use your pyro vision to try and heat yourself up, but you were afraid to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. scaramouche had barely said a word the entire journey, save for the occasional order, and your colleagues must have all been too scared to try to spark up a conversation, so you all walked in a painful silence. that is, until a series of battle cries erupted from your left.

treasure hoarders.

quickly, you drew your sword and faced the chaos, not hesitating to throw yourself in front of your colleagues to protect them. you managed to strike one treasure hoarder down, driving your flaming sword into his chest. you were about to take down another when a flash of violet forced you to shield your eyes, causing you to fall backwards into the snow. when you moved your arm from your face, you saw him, scaramouche, looking right at you as he stood above the pile of bodies that were once your foes. the smell of charred flesh burned the inside of your nose, and you were so out of it that you didn’t even notice the harbinger extending his hand to you.

“well, agent? do you want me to help you up or not?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. shaking yourself out of your stupor, you nodded and took his hand, letting him pull you up out of the snow. “signora told me you were brave. it would appear that she was right.”

you blinked, shaken to your core. did you just get a compliment from not one, but two harbingers? “i… i don’t know what to say—” you started, but scaramouche cut you off.

“don’t start getting cocky,” he replied, crossing his arms. “after all, you’re still nothing compared to me.” you nod, brushing yourself off. of course scaramouche could never bring himself to give a genuine compliment. still, for a moment you thought you could see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he turned away. you must have imagined it.

the rest of the mission went off without a hitch, and you even got scaramouche to talk to you a bit on the way back. it wasn’t much, but he didn’t seem to want to kill you when you spoke, so you considered it a win. that night, you found yourself thinking about him, his purple eyes glowing with power, the air around him still crackling with electricity as he offered you his hand.

at first, you thought that it would be best if you were invisible to him. but now, you’re not so sure.

author’s note: hey guys! i know there’s not a ton of action but i think i might do a part two? maybe one where you and scaramouche actually get some romance, hehe. anyways, i would really appreciate any support— notes, reblogs, comments, etc! thx for reading <33

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[djrogers-barnes]

Stucky X Reader - No Damsel Here - Part 3

Character Paring: Stucky X Reader

Wordcount: 820

Warings: Swearing. Finding Nemo (Is that a warning? I mean...)

You could think of worse places to be than sandwiched between 2 super soldiers. Well, it was only one at that particular time as Bucky had taken himself off into your kitchen, borrowed one of your hair ties, and was now cooking pasta for the 3 of you, but you were happy enough.

You weren’t entirely sure how you had been coerced into letting the boys cook and take care of you but you had. One moment Bucky was sat beside you, arm around you and eyes fixed on the movie, and the next you were leaning on steve’s shoulder with your legs tucked under you as pots and pans clattered around the kitchen.

They decided that takeout was probably a bit much, considering the men had also come ladled with chocolates and ice cream as apologies.

You tried with all your might to keep your eyes on the tv as steve drew little shapes on your arm with the tip of his finger but now and then your eyes would drift over to the open plan kitchen or the hand that rested on your stomach, that alone was enough for the blood to come rushing to your cheeks. The movie was more of just background noise as a million thoughts raced through your head.

Why were they so determined?

Why did they care so much?

Did Bucky mind how close she and Steve were sitting?

But then again he had held your hand the entire time in the coffee shop, so did Steve mind?

It was odd, you’d never been this worried over such little things but something about them made you nervous.

“Dinner is served” Bucky said proudly as he carried in two plates of tomato pasta with parmesan. You sat up happily and took one of the plates. It smelled amazing. There was a small chuckle from each of the men making you look up.

“What?” You asked confused as both of them looked at you with smiles.

“You look so happy doll. I would have gifted you pasta a long time ago if I knew it would make you smile like that” Bucky teased and Steve hit him playfully as he took his own plate. You blushed and looked down at your pasta with a slight laugh. Where had these men been all your life?

“It’s been awhile since I’ve had a home cooked meal. When it’s just me, I usually order in or buy single meals” You said with a slight grimace to think of the microwave meals.

“The joys of living alone” Steve nodded and you scoff playfully.

“Please, you haven’t been alone in what? 80 odd years?” You teased and Bucky sniggered under his breath at Steve’s shocked look.

“Now that was uncalled for love” He said and you just smiled before starting to eat your food.

“My goodness Bucky this is amazing” You said, taken aback by the how nice the pasta tasted. The soldier just shrugged

“It was suggested I took up a domestic hobby to help rehabilitate” he said shyly and you felt guilt fill your chest.

“I’m so sorry I did-“

“No, no Doll, it’s alright. I love to cook and that’s the reason why” he shrugged making you smile at how brave he could be.

“We’re proud of you for it” Steve said gently, taking Bucky’s hand in his and rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb lovingly.

What were you doing? You had almost forgotten they were together. Just the two of them. You felt ashamed at the way you were thinking and feeling.

Both Bucky and Steve noticed how you recoiled into your seat. Their smiles dropped as Bucky panicked. Had they done something wrong? Steve gave Buckys hand a soft squeeze of reassurance.

“so what did I miss?” Bucky asked as he slid into the couch with his pasta balancing in his arms.

“Nothing much, he’s lost his son after being over too overprotective because the mom and all their other kids were killed. And now he’s on an adventure with a cute but crazy girl” You explained and Steve looked as if you were crazy.

“How did you manage to make finding Nemo sound like a true teen thriller?” He laughed. You just shrugged and ate your pasta happily, your worries fading away almost instantly.

“I have a special talent. I can bullshit my way through pretty much everything” you said cheekily and the two super soldiers laughed.

Just like that, the night went on and every time you felt insecure or intrusive it was quickly sat down by the overwhelming feeling of comfort and familiarity. You didn’t have to try with Bucky and Steve. They didn’t have to try with you. It was a happy medium with witty comments and comebacks. All three of you were more than thrilled that the boys had camped outside your door that day.

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[acewithapaintbrush]

You remember my headcanon for how and why MK drew the company logo for Pigsys shop? I haven't written fanfiction in years but I got inspired and typed this up. English is not my mother language but it should be alright, please enjoy:

***********

Here we go again.

Pigsy stirrs the noodles in his old reliable pot and sighs rather deeply. He does his best ignoring the tuft of hair darting in and out of the corners of his sight but that will only get him so far. As he knows very well from experience by now.

“Kid. Get over here already."

A giggle is his only answer as the small and scrawny boy climbs onto the only rickety chair that stands in front of Pigsys noodle cart. Brown eyes peek through unruly hair and a wide grin meets the pig demons stare.

"Hi Mr. Pigsy. Sir."

"Just Pigsy is fine kid. The usual?"

"My name is MK!" The boy, MK has an impressive pout, Pigsy will give him that. "And yes please!"

Pigsy prepares the bowl. The kid always orders the smallest dish but if you ask him, the boy is way too skinny. Pigsy always adds a little bit more to the dish, not that he would ever admit that.

"So, school alright?"

"Mei wasn't there today so it was really boring and Len tried to steal my pencils again but Ms. Guz stopped him. And then-"

Pigsy grunts here and there, not exactly ignoring the ramblings of a school boy but not exactly listening either. MKs voice is a surprisingly nice background noise and the constant chatter is definitely better than the silent and sad staring the boy had done the first few times he had braved Pigsys noodle cart.

"Well," Pigsy interrupts the retelling of the day and places his definitely larger than it should be order of noodles on the counter. "Sounds like a riot. Here you go."

In a well practiced dance, MK grabs the bowl with one hand and throws the money on the counter with the other. The first few times Pigsy was disturbed by the way MK would guard his bowl and devour the contents in a manner of minutes but by now the actions only bring a tired frown to his face.

"Slow down kid. You're gonna choke."

MK tries to answer and promptly chokes.

*********

Something is not right.

Pigsy steals a glance at his watch and frowns. The kid should have been here by now. Did school let out later that day? Is it a holiday that he forgot about?

Pigsy gives in and sticks his head out of the noodle cart to look up and down the street and ah, there is the tuft of brown hair. Half hidden behind a dumpster. MK peeks out, sees Pigsy watching him, gives a little 'eek' and hides behind the dumpster again.

What the heck is going on?

"Kid!" Pigsy yells and is gratified when the boy peeks out again. "What are you doing over there? Get over here!"

MK shuffles over, head down and fiddling with his ratty old backpack. Something about the sight bothers Pigsy. A lot.

"Your usual?"

"I'm. I'm not hungry today."

Pigsy narrows his eyes. MK is many things, but a good liar is not one of them.

"Try again."

And Pigsy is shocked to see tears in the corners of the kids eyes and a deep flush taking over his cheeks.

"I couldn't find -. I mean, I don't have enough money today."

And Pigsy is a hard business pig. He works many hours. Every day. He saves money so he can finally leave the noodle cart behind and afford that wonderful empty restaurant down the street and live his dream.

He has nothing to give away for free.

And while all that is true, he nonetheless fires up the pot and prepares a huge bowl of noodles for a small boy.

"Mr. Pigsy, I-"

"This one's on the house." At MKs doubtful look he elaborates. "You are my most loyal customer. Would probably be out of a job without you by now. Only this once, though. Got it?"

And maybe no money exchanges hands that day but MKs blinding smile might just be payment enough.

********

Turns out, Pigsy gets some payment after all the next day.

He stares at the picture the kid shoved into his hands with a kind of baffled amazement.

"You did this?"

The kid looks everywhere but at him. "Sorry it's not much. But I wanted to thank you for yesterday. So-"

Not much turns out to be a beautiful drawing of Pigsy with a bowl of noodles. Strong lines, happy colors and a grin on drawing-pigsys face that threatens to break out on the original as well.

"This is amazing! Can't believe you did this. I mean, what are you? Five?"

"Hey I'm nine!" MKs indignation doesn't last long. "You really like it? Really really?"

"I really like it. Thank you."

MK glows. There is no other word to describe it. The worries of the world he seems to carry with him some times fall away and Pigsy is left looking at a small child that is bursting at the seams with happiness, all because a old grumpy pig said he liked his drawing.

And Pigsy's chest aches, in all the right ways.

"Tell you what. This is gonna be my company logo as soon as I get my own restaurant."

MK blinks. "What?"

"It's perfect. Of course, as the creator I need your permission. Do I have your permission? I'll give you free noodles for the rest of your life at my new restaurant if you say yes."

Pigsy can see it in the kids eyes. MK doesn't believe him, thinks he is just pulling his leg, but MK wouldn't be MK if he wasn't up for some leg pulling.

"Sure Mr. Pigsy. But I want the big bowl."

"Deal."

And they shake on it and later at home Pigsy puts the picture up besides the photograph of the place he will buy sooner or later, even if it kills him, and every time he looks at it he is reminded of the fact that he has a new reason to keep going.

He's got a loyal customer to feed.

*****

When the kid is 15 he is already way taller than Pigsy so when the pig man shows him his new restaurant and the logo all over the place Pigsy almost collapses under the weight of a crying and laughing MK. His back is gonna kill him tomorrow but it will be worth it.

Everything was worth it.

"Come on kid. I owe you some noodles."

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