#ch: more of a 'what could be' than a 'what will be'

[florencemtrash]

Take it Off - Azriel x Reader

Summary: You and Azriel have been friends for centuries... but what happens when he wakes up one day to find that things have changed? And how will he react when you start wearing Cassian's clothes?

Warnings: Angst. Jealous Azriel. Suggestiveness and then some (I don't know what warning to put, but it's spicier than my usual stuff is all I'll say). Cassian is an absolute menace... good for him

Author's note: Did I write this to procrastinate editing SSIB Ch 22 after watching Bridgerton S3?... yes

Is this a fucking game to you?

Cassian grinned over the lip of his cup, raising his brow in a poorly disguised expression of confusion. He’d been playing the innocent fool all throughout breakfast, seemingly oblivious to the daggers Azriel was throwing his direction every time he made you laugh.

Internally, he and Nesta were both cackling. He threw his arm over the back of his meta’s chair, plucking the cream puff she held out for him, and tossing it into his mouth with a shit-eating grin. 

I’ve not the faintest idea what you’re talking about, Azriel. Although it hurts me deeply to see you so upset.

Upset was an understatement. Azriel was holding onto his glass of orange juice so tightly cracks were beginning to form beneath his fingertips. 

You elbowed Azriel in the ribs, brows furrowed as you pointed your slice of toast towards his hand. “Are you ok?” You whispered low and just for his ears. 

The molten anger in his eyes melted away, hazel eyes softening as he took in your concerned expression. You were the first and only one of his family members to watch him so intensely. You could unravel the meaning in every twitch of his jaw, every rhythmic tap of his fingers against his thigh, every flicker of his shadows. You knew when he was upset, when he was happy, and when he wanted to laugh but had trouble expressing it. The only thing you weren’t aware of when it came to Azriel was how unbelievably in love with you he was. 

But that was his own fault. 

You’d watched him fawn over Mor for centuries, watched as he practically crawled on hand and knees for any kernel of affection she was willing to throw his way. Then, when you thought he’d finally gotten over his feelings for her, he’d chased after Elain’s heels like a dog in heat. You didn’t even want to begin thinking about Gwyn and the way she’d trampled over his hopes with the simple phrase, “I love you as a friend, Azriel. Nothing more.” 

No. It was entirely his fault that you’d learned to bury your own feelings for him so deep they’d become background noise — as inconsequential and ever present as the sound of your own breathing. 

Still… you couldn’t help but notice the secrets swimming in his eyes, the hurt and longing there that you could only guess the origin of. Who’d hurt him this time? You wondered. 

“I’m fine.” Azriel whispered, his hands ghosting over your thighs before deciding against touching you there. 

You hummed, clearly unconvinced. You held your toast in between your teeth, tasting the raspberry jam explode on your tongue as you reached over and carefully peeled Azriel’s fingers off his injured glass. 

His heart stuttered at the sight of your lips as they closed around your thumb, licking away crumbs and jam from your fingertips. But then his gaze dropped to your chest and his stomach soured. 

As Madja’s apprentice, you’d acquired a special interest in botany — an interest that had all but shoved you into Feyre’s studio so you could learn the skills necessary to depict all manner of flora and fauna in your field journal. When you’d complained about finding paint and charcoal stains over your clothes, Cassian had jumped on the opportunity to give you his old shirts to use as painting smocks. He had to congratulate himself for the stroke of genius. After all, he and Nesta had been discussing plans on how to get Azriel to admit his feelings for months now. 

Azriel did not respond well to outright suggestions or bullying. If he told Azriel to pull his head out of his ass and ask you on a proper date, the Shadowsinger would only hunker down on his preconceptions that he was unloveable, and that you were far too good for him. If he revealed to Azriel that you’d secretly loved him for decades that would only make him feel even more embarrassment and shame. 

No.

  Jealousy worked far better when it came to Azriel.

You looked comfortable and happy in Cassian’s clothes — a fact that escaped no one’s notice. You had the sleeves rolled up past your elbows, the rows of buttons at your back haphazardly done without wings to accommodate. You’d worn that particular shirt a half dozen times now and replaced any scent of Cassian with your own. 

Still, you were wearing another male’s shirt… and it was starting to drive Azriel insane.

“I was going to get rid of these and thought you might like them for… painting.” Azriel shifted on his feet, holding out the neatly stacked pile of clothes for you. 

You were laying on your stomach in bed, colored pencils and textbooks splayed out around you, but quickly righted yourself and sifted through the piles he handed you.

You held one up for a better look. 

“Azriel, you were just wearing this last week.” It still smelled like him — the scent of the Illyrian mountains at night woven through the soft, cotton material. “I can’t take this. Or this. Or this!” 

“I have more just like them.” 

You huffed, fists balanced on your hips. 

Azriel was a simple male with ample space in his wardrobe. When he wasn’t in his Illyrian leathers he wore the same three outfits on rotation, all of them nearly identical. If there was anyone who shouldn’t be giving away clothes, it was Azriel. 

“I really appreciate it, Az, but I’m ok. I don’t need these. Cassian already gave me enough hand-me-downs to last two decades at least.” 

A muscle in Azriel’s jaw jumped out. “Well I’m glad for that.” He was practically seething. You noticed, as you always did, but you couldn’t imagine that you were the cause of his frustrations. 

“Are you sure you’re alright, Az? You’ve been acting strangely the past few days.” 

“It’s nothing.”

“I doubt that.” 

There were various things on his mind, chief among them you. So he took hold of the olive branch you’d extended him and laid down beside you, talking about everything and nothing at all. But one thing he avoided talking about at all costs was how the gentle scraping of your nails through his hair as he rested his head in your lap made him want to lock the door and never come out. 

He wanted to bury his face beneath your sundress and then tear it to pieces. He wanted to dive under the covers and leave an assortment of marks on your skin. To hold you so close that you began to smell like one another. 

You lay down beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder so he caught whiffs of your elderberry and lemon shampoo. 

“You know you can tell me anything, right? That’s what friends are for.” 

Right… friends. He was starting to hate that word. 

“Yes… I know.” 

How long do you think he’ll last?

Nesta felt Cassian’s soft laugh blow over the back of her neck as they crouched just behind the door of Feyre's painting studio.

Azriel had been undeniably irritable the last two weeks, his patience fraying like a linen skirt with the hem torn off. Cassian was still sporting a bruise on his cheek from this morning’s sparring session after one of his teasing remarks had hit a little too close to home. 

Not much longer. Look at him, Nes. He’s practically vibrating.

Nesta slapped her hand over her mouth, stifling her laughter. 

Azriel was restless, his wings kept opening and closing with agitation and the curve of his ears had long since turned a bright shade of pink. He’d had his shadows knock over a cup of ink earlier, sending its contents splattering over your shirt and staining the fabric beyond repair. But you’d only shrugged and said, “It’s my painting shirt. It’s meant to get dirty,” before going back to your canvas with a soft smile. The moment you’d turned your back to him, he’d silently cursed the ceiling. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. He kicked himself, too focused on your continuing conversation to think that his meddling brother and sister-in-law might be watching. 

He hadn’t expected his emotions to take over so quickly, least of all with you. You’d been his best friend for over two hundred years. You were a staple in his life, more familiar to him than the childhood blanket he still had tucked away in his drawer. There was no reason why he should suddenly wake up one day and realize with a shock of surprise that he loved you and couldn’t imagine living in a world that didn’t have you in it. 

It had been such a silly moment as well. You’d been getting ready for Starfall, your hair done up and a flush of color spread over your cheeks and lips. He’d come to check in on you and lost his breath when he saw you sitting at the vanity, holding up earrings to your neck to see if they matched the satin of your deep blue gown. And then you’d politely asked him to lace up your dress and he’d nearly swallowed his tongue in surprise, forcing his hands to stop shaking as they brushed against your spine. Gods he’d wanted to throw himself off a balcony that night, if only because you’d be the one tasked with healing him. 

He wanted to throw himself off the balcony now. Let the ground swallow him whole so he wouldn’t have to make a fool of himself in front of you… again. 

I give it another week. Nesta declared.

Cassian smirked. I know my brother. He won’t last another three days.

In the end they were both wrong. 

It only took two days for Azriel to finally snap.

“Take it off.” 

You swiveled around in your chair, tongue pressing against your cheek as you wondered what gave Azriel the audacity to march into your private lesson with Feyre and make such an out-of-character demand. 

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows. 

Azriel stood as still as an obsidian statue in the doorway. His wings loomed over his shoulders, talons reaching towards the ceiling tense and twitching. 

“Take. It. Off,” he repeated through gritted teeth. He clutched a neatly folded shirt in his hands, knuckles pale and bloodless from the tight grip. You’d been wearing Cassian’s clothes almost every day this past week and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t stand sitting beside you at the dinner table or in the library, the laughter in his throat dying when he caught Cassian’s scent drifting off your skin. 

It was maddening the way you didn’t think anything of it. 

Yes, Cassian was practically a brother to you, and yes, he was a mated male but… fuck it bothered Azriel so much to think of anyone else laying claim to you. To think that one day you might actually walk around wearing another male’s clothes because you loved them. To think that that male wouldn’t be him. 

He’d tried to bring up the topic with you in his own round-about way, but you’d shrugged off all his suggestions of wearing something — anything — else. 

“If you want painting clothes, why don’t we go shopping this afternoon? I’m sure Feyre has recommendations. Or we could just walk around the Rainbow until something catches your eye.” 

“I’m not a full time artist, and it seems silly to spend money on clothes you intend to ruin.” 

“Why don’t you ask Feyre or Mor for hand-me-downs then? They’ll fit you better and the sleeves won’t drag so much.” 

“I like it when my clothes are loose.” 

Feyre glanced between the two of you, namely the flare of Azriel’s nostrils and the way he ground his teeth so intently you worried he’d crack a tooth. 

“I’m… going to leave now.”

“Wait—Feyre!” 

The High Lady kissed your cheek, a knowing look in her eyes, before scurrying out the door. 

Don’t scowl so much, Az, you’re making her nervous. She chirped to the Shadowsinger before slipping down the hallway and disappearing. 

She made it all of ten feet down the hall before crowing, “It’s happening!” to the others. 

It’s happening?! Mor leapt out from her bedroom, a robe hastily tied around her waist and soap suds clinging to her hair. “Fey—” she hissed.

Feyre pressed a finger up to her lips, cutting her off. They’re in the art studio now. 

I fucking KNEW IT! Mor squealed in delight, stomping her feet soundlessly into the floorboards as she allowed Feyre to grab her wrist and drag her forward. 

I won the bet, Nes.

You didn’t win, we both lost!

Semantics. 

Why you bas—

Feyre, Rhys, Mor, Cassian, and Nesta streamed into the foyer. There was an air vent here that led directly to the art studio two floors above them and painted over so expertly it may as well have been part of the molding. The sounds traveling through it were muffled by echos and distance, but nothing that fae hearing and magic couldn’t overcome. 

“That’s it!” The chair you’d been sitting in skittered back with a squeak. “What is your problem, Azriel? You’ve been agitated for weeks now. You won’t tell me, or any of the others, what’s wrong and every time Cassian so much as glances in your direction you look like you want to tear his throat out!” 

Azriel said nothing as you stomped forward and dragged him into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Whiskey eyes flickered down to your hand — the hand you currently had closed around his wrist — and he shuddered. 

You didn’t even want to begin to unpack the hidden meaning of that response as you brought him to the center of the room and let go. 

He dropped the shirt on the nearby desk, hands lowering to the hem of your painting smock with a grimace. 

“I need you to take this off.” He repeated with a frown.

“What kind of person marches into a room and demands that their friend take off their shirt?” 

He flinched at that word — friend.

“Az!” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and his anger. “What is going on with you?!” 

“It’s nothing.” He growled out, but he tugged at the hem like its very existence was a personal offense.

“Clearly it’s not nothing.”

“Can you just take off your shirt and put this one on?”

You shoved him away. It wasn’t even like he was asking you to get naked, you both knew you were wearing something beneath this, but it was the way he was asking that grated on your nerves — like what he was requesting was perfectly normal and you were the ridiculous one for not listening.

“No.” You folded your arms over your chest with a huff. You were just being stubborn now, but you didn’t care. 

His eyes turned tortured and he clasped his hands together in front of you. “Please?” He begged.

“No! Not until you tell me what’s going on and why you’re acting this way!” 

“I don’t want to have this discussion while you’re standing there smelling like another male!”

That was… not what you were expecting.

You gaped at him, unsure whether to howl with laughter, or slap him across the face. 

“That’s what this is about? You’re upset because I’m wearing Cassian’s clothes?” You gagged at the mere thought of what Azriel was insinuating. 

“Well that was a little hurtful.” Cassian mumbled. 

Mor slapped the back of his head. “Shhhhh. I’m trying to listen.”

Azriel shifted on his feet, color beginning to spread high on his cheekbones. “It’s not about Cassian… not really…”

You tapped your foot on the ground, waiting for him to continue. Azriel felt naked. Stripped back like one of your insect specimens lit up beneath a microscope. Your eyes raked over his every movement. Even his shadows, usually so attention-seeking, cowered behind their master’s back whispering to one another about how Azriel might dig himself out of his own grave. 

“Well?” You snapped. 

Azriel shrank back, “I… I like you, Y/n.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I know, that’s why we’re friends. I like you too.”

“No. Not… not like that.” Azriel groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh I’m fucking this up so badly it’s not even funny anymore.” 

“I don’t even know what it is you’re fucking up. I—”

“I love you, ok?” He said in a burst of energy.  “I love you and not in the way that friends are meant to love one another and Cassian’s an idiot and I’m a jealous bastard and I… I…” 

You stared back dumbly. “You can’t mean that.” 

Azriel’s face fell. “And why not?”

“Because I have been here for decades, centuries,” you jabbed his chest with a finger, “And you never once looked at me that way. Never once considered me as anything more than a friend. You’re upset because I’ve been wearing Cassian’s clothes the last few weeks? Well guess what, Az, I’ve watched you walk in and out of those doors for years with your poorly concealed hickies and that lovesick look on your face, and I never made it your problem or anyone else’s.” 

“Well I want you to!” He shouted. It was the first and only time you could remember him raising his voice. “I want you to make it my problem, Y/n. I want you to tell me that you love me and I want you to shout at me for all the stupid decisions I’ve made because I’m yours. I’m yours to shout at. I’m yours to get angry with. I’m yours to love if you’ll still have me and…” Azriel gasped for breath, chest heaving as he came face to face with the fact that he’d just said those words out loud. Those words that he’d kept close to his chest with the rest of his secrets. Those words that proved just how completely at your mercy he was. 

Please say you’ll still have me. His eyes begged. 

When you didn’t move or say anything, he felt a piece of his heart wither away. He lowered his eyes, suddenly interested in a speckle of red paint that had smeared under his boot, “Forgive me. I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t… I shouldn’t have—” 

“You’re a fucking idiot, Azriel.” You muttered breathlessly. 

Then you flung yourself into his arms and crashed your lips into his. 

Kissing Azriel was better than you could have ever imagined. The fantasies you’d constructed late in the night when you were lonely blew apart like paper houses, crumbling in the face of reality. His mouth fumbled for purchase against your lips before slotting into place with a strangled moan. He lifted you in the air and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, tightening them until you could feel him harden between your legs. 

His tongue flitted over your lips tasting like oranges and magic. 

But his hands. 

His hands. 

You couldn’t get enough of them as they slid up and down your back, squeezing and pressing into your skin until he’d memorized the curve of your spine. You wove your fingers in his hair, tilting his head so you could stare into his hazel eyes before diving in for another taste. 

He walked you back to the desk, shadows flinging the tins of charcoal and pastel pencils off the furniture so you could perch there instead. Then he surged forward, pressing his hips into the space between your legs so he could feel the heat that gathered there. It sent shivers down his spine.

This… this was everything he’d ever wanted. You were everything he’d ever wanted. Not some unapproachable female he admired from afar but hardly knew, but someone who’d seen every inch of his soul and never flinched. Someone who’d nestled into the hidden corners of his heart and grown there like a willow tree. 

You moved your hands over the wide expanse of his back, digging your nails in to feel every twitch of muscle, every shudder, as he latched onto the side of your neck and slid his tongue over the sensitive skin there. 

He smelled like mountain rain. Like fresh wind and petrichor and sea salt. 

You smelled like lemons and safety. Like maple leaves and lavender and… Cassian.

Because you were still wearing his gods-damned shirt. 

Azriel felt his blood boil, and an instinctual rage took over as he growled low in his throat, bunched the fabric of Cassian’s shirt in his hands, and tore it in two.

You pulled away from him at the sound of ripping fabric, but kept your grip on his solid shoulders as air blew across your skin.

Azriel’s pupils were blown wide, his lips pink and raw as he leaned his forehead against yours in a daze. You continued to breathe each other’s air like you were drowning. He seemed just as in disbelief as you, if not more. 

“Azriel…” You whispered, chest heaving. 

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes full of heat. “... yes, Y/n?” He asked breathlessly.

“I think you ripped through my dress… and my bra as well…” 

“Oh…” He fingered the ruined fabric that fell loose around your shoulders and realized that your back was indeed on full display. The straps of your bra slipped down and the mangled buttons of your sundress clung to their loops by weak threads. “Oh…oh gods.” 

One hand flew up to your chest to keep the fabric in place while the other slapped over your mouth, suffocating the laughter that threatened to burst forth. 

Azriel’s ears and cheeks turned brighter than the sun as he slowly lowered you down to your feet, fumbling over apologies like he hadn’t been shoving his tongue down your throat mere seconds ago. 

“I’m so sorry—” 

“Azriel, it’s ok.” 

“No, I was being an ass and now I’ve ruined your dress and—” 

“You can buy me more.”

Azriel’s shoulder dropped. “I can?” “You can.” 

He shook his head very seriously. “Yes, yes you’re right, I—” Azriel had always been the beautiful one — the one that drew eyes when he walked into a room. The one that had females and males falling out of their seats for a proper look at his elegant features. But right now he looked so helpless, so flustered and unsure of himself that you finally lost it. 

Champagne bubble laughs slipped out of your mouth, light and airy, and sent a shock of warmth through Azriel’s chest. It was infectious the way the skin stretched over your cheeks. The light in your eyes couldn’t be contained no matter how hard you tried. 

He couldn’t help himself. 

He started laughing too. 

What began as one of his reserved chuckles grew into uncontrollable peals of laughter that echoed throughout the studio and had you clutching onto the desk for support. 

Azriel doubled over, one hand holding the stitch in his side together as you howled. 

“Oh gods. I can’t—” You hiccuped. “I-I-I can’t breathe.” 

Soon you were both kneeling on the ground, clutching each other’s arms for some semblance of stability. You gasped for breath, wiping away tears from the corners of your eyes. 

Azriel captured one of your hands, weaving his fingers through yours before bringing your wrist to his lips for a soft, reverent kiss. You thought you’d experienced enough emotions for today ranging from frustration to anger to a joy you couldn’t begin to put into words. But you were certain your heart could handle one more shift in the atmosphere. 

Wordlessly you tugged off Cassian’s shirt, dropping it to the side where shadows caught hold of the cursed fabric and quickly tossed it into the fireplace. The flames crackled with triumph, eating away at the shirt with a vengeance. 

“A little dramatic, don’t you think?” 

“We can agree to disagree.” Azriel murmured, his eyes growing dark and heavy. His gaze drifted down to the soft skin now exposed from your tattered dress, the thin straps clinging to your arms, the gentle swell of your breasts as you breathed heavily. 

His fingers danced over the straps in silent permission, eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. But you were open and wanting and desperate for his touch. You crawled into his lap and a faint nod was all he needed before the pale blue fabric of your dress fell down and bunched about your waist. The bra followed, and then you were sitting there naked from the waist up, feeling the heat grow between your bodies as Azriel looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes. 

“Am I dreaming, Y/n?” He whispered, rubbing circles into your hip bones. 

You smiled softly, “Have you dreamed of me before?”

“Yes. Many times.” He kissed your chest, slowly dragging his hands down your ribs as you shivered and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and then his belt buckle. “But we never got this far.” 

“Hmmmm, I think we could go a little further.” 

“NOT IN MY STUDIO!” Feyre’s voice echoed oddly through the room, sounding muffled and far away. 

Azriel’s wings flared out, hiding you from view as you yelped and pressed your chest against his. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment about being found in such a compromising position. But the door was closed! And so were the windows!

His shadows finally found the culprit in the air vent.

“Godsdamnit—HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING THE ENTIRE TIME?!” Azriel shouted. 

A moment passed before Feyre answered, “... No,” in a much softer tone. 

“We missed part of the beginning,” Cassian chimed in. 

Azriel groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder as you were stunned into silence. He muttered something beneath his breath that sounded oddly similar to, “I swear I’m going to kill him one day.”

Azriel helped you to your feet and finally, you put on his shirt. 

“Are you happy now?” You teased, arms dropping to your sides. 

The corner of his lip twitched upwards. You looked… very good in his clothes with the sleeves rolled up and a sliver of your dress (now skirt) peeking out from beneath. 

He looked towards the vent, then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close so he could whisper, “I would be happier if I saw my shirt and that dress of yours on the floor of my bedroom.” 

His hand slid up your skirt, squeezing the back of your thighs in a way that had you stiffening. 

All at once he was second-guessing himself. Maybe he’d taken things too far. Maybe the lust-filled haze had cleared and you didn’t want him anymore. 

You swallowed and wrapped your hand around his wrist, gently guiding his fingers to your core. You let him know just how much you wanted this. 

A roar of blood sounded in the Shadowsinger’s ears. 

“I think that sounds like a very good plan.” You murmured in agreement and his eyes turned black as night.

He stole another long kiss before scooping you into his arms. 

“Az, where are we going?” You giggled into the curve of his throat as he flew down the hallway and stairs. “We just passed your bedroom.” 

“We’re not going to my bedroom.”

“Well we missed my bedroom too.” 

He didn’t respond.

Azriel skidded to a stop at the top of the staircase, already well aware that his family had gathered at the bottom and were waiting to bombard him with questions. 

Azriel smirked at you, leaned down, and kissed your cheek. “When I take you to bed properly, it won’t be with our nosey family members in the house.” He ran his tongue across the line of your jaw all the way to your earlobe and whispered, “I want any noises you make to be for me, and me alone.” 

“You are certainly a man of poetry, Az.”

He smiled. “Only for you.” 

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the two love—” Shadows flew into his mouth, muffling his words. “HEH! Azz! Whazthf—”

“I’ll see you in a week.” He said to no one in particular, his shadows opening the door of the River House. 

“Where are you going?” Mor asked, her eyes zeroing in on the bright red mark blossoming on your neck. What the fuck? She mouthed at you, giving you two thumbs up as Azriel crossed the doorway with you in his arms.

“None of your business. I’ll see you in a week.” Then he looked down at you, eyes growing soft. “We’ll see you in a week,” he corrected himself. 

Your stomach bottomed out, heat flowing through your body as you heard him make such a declaration in front of... well everyone. You couldn't wait to see where he would take you and where he would take you.

"Ready?" Azriel asked, a sultry smile growing on his face.

"Ready."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the hollow of his throat as he took off into the air. 

#azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel x reader angst

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HELLOO THEREE!! i love how dedicated you to jing yuan!! Can i have req for 1k event???

Fluff sentences "8" + fluff scenarios "4"!!

Thank you so much!!

I keep looking forward to your JY work!!

Bedrest

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ prompts: Not letting the sick one move an inch + playing with their hair until they fall asleep & "You're going to get sick if you keep coddling me." "And you're just going to get worse if I don't" || 1k event also requested by @/thetwinkims

✧ content: fluff, established relationship, i swear it's just fluff like for once there's no hidden angst over here.

✧ a/n: hello fellow jing yuan lovers, i'm still alive. this was once again written at 1 AM and not edited at all so if there's any writing mistakes, no there isn't. the initial plan was to keep this one in the drafts while I also write other WIPS to feel productive but i have honestly starved ya'll for months at this point i'm so sorry i'm back with milk.

have soft jing yuan just giggling, is he delirious, sleepy or just in love? we don't know.

If you could describe Jing Yuan in one word other than mischievous, it would be stubborn. The General of the Xianzhou Luofu is too stubborn for his own good, you don't know if this stubbornness of his is rooted in his desire to protect Luofu from danger, or from the fact that he just dislikes when people wish for him to do something in particular.

In any case, his stubborn and mischievous nature could very well be linked to that of a feline - which he himself has been told that he share similar traits of, despite being fully human.

You just wished that he would be less stubborn when it also came to his health.

"Jing Yuan, how many times have I told you to just lay down…!" you say whilst gritting your teeth, using almost every ounce of your strength to push the general back down on the bed. Jing Yuan merely lets out a quiet chuckle, still trying "playfully" wrangling with you. "I'm injured, not sick, dear." he says, to which you merely roll your eyes in exhaustion.

Jing Yuan truly loves it when you finally forego your usual gentle demeanour to a more brazen one. It's usually a side of you that only he can see, more so because he's the only one who can annoy you enough to make you realize that gentle words and probing won't get you anywhere.

"I don't think someone with a temperature of 40 degrees is only injured, darling. Now can you please just lay down before you reopen your wounds?" you plead once again, pressing the heels of your palms further down Jing Yuan's broad shoulder which shook in quiet laughter at your desperate struggle.

"I'm wide awake after having taken numerous naps because per your request though?" he informs, finally settling back down on the bed which finally allows you to lean back to sit on the edge of the bed again. "Last time you insisted that you were fine, I had to get Mimi to help haul you up the stairs because you could barely move." you remind him with a huff, Jing Yuan turning over on his side to face you, his already messy bangs sweeping over to the side to almost cover his right eye.

He didn't say anything, his arm was still laid behind his head to act as another form of cushion while the other rested lazily over the bedsheets. You could however see the golden eyes peering deeply into your own between the grey strands. A silent request that he didn't dare utter to you.

Jing Yuan rarely requested things from you after all.

With a sigh, you turn your body over and hoist your knees over the bed. Nudging Jing Yuan's arm aside with your hands, "Move them." you quietly demand, the same golden eyes that were peering at you blinking in slight confusion. "What for?" he questions softly while moving his arm upwards.

You don't reply, merely raising the thin blanket up to lay down beside Jing Yuan - making sure that you were hoisted a bit higher up than he was. You snake one arm around Jing Yuan's neck, a silent request to make him scoot closer to you.

When he's close enough, you hook your chin over his head while pressing his face towards your chest, the other arm wrapping around his hair. "There we go."

A few beats of silence passes by, you can feel Jing Yuan take in a few more breaths than normal whilst his eyelashes brush against the material of your shirt, the material thin enough to feel every movement of his face that's pressed against the upper part of your torso.

And then he's shaking in another quiet chuckle, "You're going to get sick if you keep coddling me at this point, darling." he says, and yet the arms that snake around your waist and the way he snuggles deeper into your chest indicates that he won't let you go now that he got you within his grasp.

He can tell that you're rolling your eyes yet again. You decide to answer his jab with a small peck on top of his head, mostly focusing your attention to the locks of hair in between your fingers, curling a particular strand around your finger whilst your other thumb is busy rubbing soothing circles at his hipbone. "And you're just going to get worse if I don't."

The general merely huffs out a laugh, replying to the peck on his head with kiss against your shirt. "You spoil me way too much." is the last thing he whispers, before he quickly falls into a deep slumber.

Because you both know that Jing Yuan truly never sleeps unless you're near him.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #star rail x reader #star rail x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #x reader #reader insert #generalmemories 1k event

[pumpkinbxtch]

hi!!! I was wondering if you could do hcs for what arguing would be like with the HOO boys

Don't talk me like that! | headcanons

— arguing with the hoO boys

warnings: angst, language, boys being...boys

who's here: jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang ands percy jackson.

a/n: ohh ohh ohhh, yes. I can. I love drama.

— jason grace:

To get into a real fight with him, you must have come a long way because he's so peaceful and always tries to negotiate calmly, making sure both of you communicate effectively. But at the end of the day, you're like any other couple and sometimes end up having real fights.

The big issue is Jason's nature. He goes silent when he's really upset, his emotions hard to show.

When he’s that mad, you can see it on his face. It’s scary, let’s not lie.

When the ice breaks, he tries to take charge to explain what's wrong, which often makes things worse.

He keeps his distance when you argue, tense and rigid. He’s like a handsome, angry log.

Sometimes he says things reluctantly, like "don't act childish," which is so him.

Yes, he raises his voice and gets frustrated, "no, I said NO, THAT’S NOT HOW IT IS, gods…"

If you're wondering if his powers show, the answer is NEVER, or at least not against you. His mouth might taste like metal or his fingers might spark, but that's just him being really stressed.

His eyes get cloudy and grey.

He takes off his glasses and rubs his temples while muttering.

When things finally start to work out, he breathes better and starts talking more because he knows nothing will work if he doesn’t.

He’s practical, coming up with solutions to problems.

When the fight's over, he hugs you and kisses your forehead, relieved to be out of that situation.

Can he stay mad for days? Depends on the problem, but he’d prefer it doesn't last more than a day.

— leo valdez;

Leo and you usually argue over small things because you have that kind of relationship where you bicker and tease for fun, but when things get serious, the arguments can get heated (get it? heated? laugh, please).

That’s when things get tough. He may seem easy-going, but Leo has a strong temper and is very stubborn when he's mad. Whatever made you really fight doesn't matter because he’ll be stuck on his point.

"No, that's not how it happened." You could be contradicting each other all day until you both turn away and stop talking.

"Well, screw you!" you say, and he growls back, "Yeah, you too," swearing in Spanish. "vale ma-" "me lleva la ch-"

Yes, he switches languages mid-sentence.

"I already told you no! CUANTAS VECES TENGO QUE DECIRLO, carajo!-"

If you know Spanish, you can reply; if not...

"I don’t understand you, idiot. Say it in English or fuck yourself ." (just in case because you’re not sure what he said)

Swearing is common if he's really mad, but it's more his way of dealing with it than being mad at you.

That or sharp sarcasm.

Yes, he might cry if the argument is really bad.

His rigid feelings and insecurity can come up.

Leo is attached, so he’s constantly thinking of ways to fix it because he can’t stand being away from you for too long.

He keeps his distance, terrified of hurting you with his powers, which makes him nervous. "No, DON’T COME NEAR ME." It's for your safety, but it hurts him to see the look in your eyes when he says it.

Can he stay mad for days? Absolutely, but he misses you a lot, though his pride might keep him from showing it.

Don’t worry, he’ll eventually sit down to talk it out, and you’ll both calm down and fix things.

Then he'll give you a big hug and kiss your cheeks.

— frank zhang:

it’s hard to imagine: WHAT DID YOU DO TO FIGHT?

Yes, Frank is Mars’s son, but he’d never choose the battlefield for his lover. He’s very careful and always considerate, but yeah he can be severe when things get bad, and when isn't enough just have a serious talk.

You end up fighting in not-so-quiet whispers, with your faces and gestures being the most expressive.

"Of course not, I already told you, hey!" He raises his hands, and his body tenses up threateningly.

Frank tries to understand your point and make himself heard, always mindful of both your feelings. He knows how to set boundaries.

Sometimes, he just can’t take it anymore and signals a pause. "You know what? This is getting too much, and neither of us is in the best shape. Let’s talk tomorrow or later, please."

Does he raise his voice? Hardly, only when he really needs to make a point.

His eyes are bright, tinged with sadness and anger. The deadliest is his calm face or the way he slightly curls his lip, almost growling.

His eyebrows always seem to be touching, even if he doesn’t want them to.

He keeps a cool head to solve things.

Can he stay mad for days? Yes, while clearing his mind and thinking. He’ll come up to you, and you’ll talk it out, making things work in the end.

He’ll take your hand. You might feel guilty for pushing a guy like Frank to his limit, but he doesn’t mind having relationship problems with you:

"I hope we fight many more times, but about totally different things because it means we’ve really solved the previous issues."

— percy jackson:

wtf did you both do to get into a fight?

Percy won't waste a second, trying to resolve it immediately by asking and reflecting on his own actions. "What did I do wrong?" if it was his fault. "Can you listen to me for a second?" if it was you.

He hates being mad at you, just can’t stand it. But if the fight starts, he wants to start or finish it (or both).

Yes, he might cry.

Yes, he might raise his voice. "No, I didn't do anything. LISTEN TO ME."

Then he apologizes for it because he lost it.

He tries to hold your hands and says, "Babe, babe…"

He makes you both breathe and talk calmly.

He argues, of course, but differently. He’ll stop the conversation. "You know what? I'll think about it." He leaves or makes you leave.

Consequently, he might stay mad for days, or both of you might be mad at each other, but he’s thinking of what to say rather than just calming down. (Nothing wrong with that, everyone handles feelings differently and that's valid.)

Yes, he asks his mom.

Yes, he asks Paul.

You both end up fixing things, and he hugs you tight, giving you kisses all over your face while pouting.

"I missed you, babe."

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[missxmav]

fix you too - jake seresin ; ch 2

(loosely based on 'fix you too' - megan moroney ft. kameron marlowe)

Summary: Jake had a summer fling the year he graduated from Top Gun, but what he doesn't know is that she's still in Miramar with more than just a fleeting memory of the green eyed pilot. (multi-part series!!) Word count: 1,100+ Warnings: no use of y/n, some assumption about size, reader is gendered afab (but I promise I'm trying to get better at the neutral tone!), mentions of pregnancy/single parenting A/N: This is the first reader fic I've posted in almost 10 (!!!) years, please be gentle. (I'm rusty as F*CK) anyways, I'm head over heels for the top gun universe and my husband makes fun of me for it, so this is my creative release (: pls enjoy A/N part two: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST 😭 and I know it's not very long but I'm currently writing chapter 4 already!! I've just been so absorbed in my externship that I haven't had time to share. the next few chapters will be much longer once May is over! previous chapter. next chapter.

Three years earlier…

Jake cradled the side of her face as a distant look crossed his, green eyes wandering across her features as he took a moment of pause. How the hell was he supposed to tell her that he just got an assignment for 6 months, the same length of time they've been seeing each other, and he ships off tomorrow… “I'm leaving…” His voice was low and raspy, as if he had a hard time getting the words out. His thumb grazed her cheek bone.  Never had it been so hard for the lieutenant to break away from one of his flings.

She just blinked at him, her mouth falling open and closed in an attempt to make words, but nothing came. She could almost feel her heart shattering inside her chest as it began rabbiting against her ribcage. Her eyes frantically searched his face for anything else to go off of before she muttered a very reserved, “Okay.” Jake winced at how that one word felt heavier than the world, “Sweetheart, I'm so sorry.” The ocean lapping at their ankles became increasingly colder as he could feel her withdrawing. His voice wavered before he took a deep breath to continue, “It's a six month deployment, I just don't want to keep you waiting.” She bit her lips anxiously and said, "I-It’s okay, Jake. I get it.” Her hand reached up to pull his hand away from her face, her fingers lingering around his wrist for a second as she looked up at him. A chaste kiss was pressed to his cheek and she turned to walk out of the water, making her way to her SUV in the parking lot instead of gracing the bar again. Silent tears streamed down her face as she ignored Jake calling out to her from the beach, not noticing the tears also streaking his face as the one person he thought he could love forever just walked away from him…

Jake had only been ashore for a couple days now, his new assignment coming down the pipeline while he was still aboard the ship. Top Gun, special detachment, no further detail until the day of. This was just the kind of mission Jake lived for.

He smiled as he pulled into the familiar setting, parking his truck in the back forty of the lot because he didn't want to take up too much room for other patrons. The California coastal air hugged him as he pushed open the truck door. There was just something different about the sunsets on North Island that always made him feel welcomed. 

Though that warm feeling quickly faltered when he looked up, and was met with the sight of an eerily familiar silver SUV parked closer to the docks. Jake shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to erase the image from his mind because he was surely dreaming right now… There's no way she's still here all these years later, right?

Jake swallowed thickly as he closed the door to his black Silverado, replacing the frown on his face with his typical cocky smile as he saw Javy wave him down from the doors of the Hard Deck. His fellow pilot had two beers in hand and was beckoning him to the dartboard. 

Jake was determined not to dwell on those thoughts as the two men reminisced for a while. Even though Javy tried many times to beat the Texan pilot, even going so far to block his view… Bullseye. Every time. Jake conceded and offered to buy Coyote a beer to sooth his sore losing streak.

With a sly smile laced on his lips, Jake shook his head with a laugh and pushed through the doors of the Hard Deck so he could retrieve his wallet from his truck. Once he looked up, the air inside his lungs seized as he recognized the sight before him.

He would've known that laugh anywhere, the way the curve of her silhouette cast a shadow along the silver SUV as she busied herself in the backseat. There was no denying now that the suspicious vehicle belonged to someone he had only dreamed of seeing again. The sight made the smile vanish from his lips as he debated approaching her or just heading to his truck, the latter would've been the safest bet but he cursed internally as his feet carried him towards her.

He paused hesitantly in his pursuit when she closed the back door of her car and rounded the back side to close the hatch too. His reflection in the tinted glass caused the woman in front of him to freeze completely, the confidence in her posture quickly shrinking as she spun around and braced herself against the vehicle. 

Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out before she closed it quickly, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she blinked back at him. Her inability to say something to him made the heartbeat in his ears unbearably loud as he took a hesitant step towards her. His eyes trailed up and down her for a moment before he said anything. 

“As I live and breathe… Is that really you?” Jake asked quietly, his southern drawl was thick as he willed his voice not to crack. His heart raced and all the hairs on his body stood at attention under her panicked stare. 

Her voice wavered slightly as the only word she managed to get out was his name, her expression was almost scared and it only served to make Jake's brows furrow further. She glanced nervously into the back of the SUV again, internally cursing herself and hoping that he hadn't seen her with the child, but it was in vain as his seafoam green eyes followed hers immediately.

He shifted his weight onto one foot when he returned his eyes to her face, the smallest genuine smile toying at the corners of his lips. “You look fantastic,” He drawled slightly, taking another step forward so that he was standing just a couple feet away from her. “The kiddo belong to a friend?” Jake asked softly, seeing more of the situation than she had hoped.

She laughed nervously as one of her arms snaked around her exposed mid-section, an anxiety induced habit from suddenly feeling too exposed in this swimsuit. Her other hand braced itself against the back of her vehicle, drawing absent-mindedly in the sandy bumper. “Uh, no… She's mine, actually.” Her eyes met his, her mind racing as she resisted the urge to say ‘and yours’ inside her brain. 

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #plus size reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin #fix you too series #tg:m #jake seresin ff #glen powell

[poopersdoopers]

Lil Family w/ Gojo, Megumi, and Reader

A lil Gojo jojo drabble/imagine with Reader and Megumimi. No beta. No edits/proof reading either so feel free to skip or enjoy.

Imagine getting to meet Gojo and his son for the first time. He'd stand proudly side by side with his lil side kick -Megumi. Who'd pout at the "Stupid nickname", his words not mine and instantly be in a mood. While Gojo laughs at his human black cat, mussing up his hair and saying, "Alright, it's time to meet your future mama."

You would frizzle instantly --blushing at Gojo's comment. Your face matching Megumi's incredulous face. Before the kid's jaw could snap back into place, you burst out a laugh at your similarity in expression. Megumi blushes deeper, before scowling down at the ground and crossing his little arms in protest.

What a little old man? He couldn't be older than what, seven or eight?

That made you laugh harder and Gojo would go on to tease Megumi even more.

You decides to rescue the kid, "Hi Megumi-chan, I'm (y/n). It's nice to meet you. Gojo-kun has told me a lot about you!"

"Don't act so familiar with me", his frown deepened and his blush deepened, "If you're friends with Gojo, you must be a freak too."

"Ahhh...Megumi....don't be so harsh", his guardian responded, "you've wanted to meet her all this time."

"No!", he looked away from the white haired-man.

"It's okay Megumi-chan, I'm the one who really wanted to meet you the most."

The little old man holds firmly in his stance. Arms hugging tighter to his 4 foots frame.

You crouched down, to look up at him, "I even wanted to meet your dogs. I heard you've been working hard to keep their coats extra luxurious."

His arms soften up slightly. Gojo pretends his heart isn't beating wildly in his chest, as he stares down as you adoringly. Secretly he was hoping his little guy could be coaxed out of his untrusting nature. Even just for a little while. It wasn't his fault that every adult the lil sea urchin met failed him. It instilled a wall, that took the white haired man, six months to begin cracking down and a year to even hear the word "Dad" from kid.

If this meeting didn't go well, there would always be more opportunities to make a good impression. But if Megumi did not like you at all, Gojo would end the relationship then and there. Nothing came between him and his son, even if the grumpy lil man didn't believe it himself. You knew it too. That's part of the reason why you fell for the white-haired man.

He seemed to be all jokes and frivolous charm but as soon as you looked in heart a little more, you saw a lonely man trying his best to connect to a world that didn't understand him. You wanted to learn more, beyond his childish nature and fowl jokes. You'd have to earn Megumi's trust and a little bit more of Gojo's heart, before you could come bursting in full speed to their little family. So, you took a deep breath and tried again.

"Gojo-kun's told me about how you incorporate dry and wet foods into their bowls. Kuro and Shiro's coats always look so nice and shiny the photo's he shows me."

Megumi's arms loosen just a little bit more.

"He actually, told me something gross too", you giggled behind your manicured nails. Gojo's eyebrows arching in surprise.

"What?", the sea urchin whips his head around fast, "That guy's always spouting out some nonsense!"

You couldn't help but agree, smiling up at your lanky lover.

"HUH?!" Gojo replies.

"He told me....he told me that you feed them raw eggs and carrots."

"HUH?!" father and son look incredulously at each other, then turn to you.

"I can't imagine that'd taste good", you pout, "Unless Gojo's lying. I'd have to see it to believe it."

"Of course he is! Gojo's always up to something", he grabs to pull you with him,"I'll show you how I do it myself".

"Okay, boss you got it," you saluted to your 4-foot general, as he slide a screen door and stepped into their backyard.

"Ch- you even say weird phrases like him, no wonder he likes you".

"HUH?!"

You laughed again at the antics between the young father and son.

That day you spent most of the afternoon playing with Shiro and Kuro. Learning about their dog breed -Akita/Husky mix. Their eating habits, Shiro loved to graze by her bowl all day and Kuro loved to eat after sniffing her food approximately 12 times -- Yes, Megumi has counted her sniffs through this process a million times. Gojo had injected to recount the lil sea urchin's scientific process: yellow stop watch and notepad in hand. His face deeply serious. You tried not to laugh for 30 seconds before giving in.

You finally found your second favorite pastime after finding things to tease Gojo about, teasing old man Megumi.

By the late afternoon, Gojo had rounded his little family up. Urging them towards dinner plans, he apparently made without telling you both. Classic, Gojo. But hey he's paying so you couldn't complain.

Throughout dinner, you'd learn more about the two. Gojo was incredibly observant towards his son and in turn your sea urchin was equally observant, whipping sauce from his silly man's face.

"Dad you should eat more vegetables, you can't just eat sweets all day and think you'll be healthy."

"Ehh...but I'll die without ice cream Megumi-chan~. Besides it's my lil treat for getting up so early", he slurped on his vanilla ice cream like a tornado. How was it possibly for someone to do something so bizarre and still be so cute?

"I told you to stop eating ice cream like that that, it's embarrassing. Besides, you woke up at 12 pm. I had to take the dogs out by myself again."

You smirked at your taller counter part, "Oh really, I thought you had to get up extra-early to make sure everything was perfect for my arrival today?" You batted your eyelashes extra hard.

"12 pm on a Sunday is early for me, you guys".

It was Megumi and your time to laugh at your overgrown baby.

He could only look down at your cute faces, and smile softly. He could finally relax. His little sea urchin actually like you.

The look of adoration towards you could not be missed by Megumi's all seeing eyes of scorn, "What's up with that freaky face you're making?"

"Oh nothing", Gojo's hums, "Just thinking to myself."

@sanjisflatass I dedicate this fluff fest to you my sweetest sweetie pie and fluffiest fluff filled friend <3 mwah

#poopersdoopers writes a fic #poopersdoopers thinks a thing #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x you #gojo fluff #megumi is goji's son and partner in crime!!! even if it's against his will!!! #maybe I will write an actual fluffy fic from this instead of just drabbling and blah blah blazing

[jeons-catalyst]

'The main difference I saw.." stfu, you didn't SEE shit, bc you have insight into the 0.005% of their private lives, like the rest of us. People should stop giving themselves so much credit like they are besties with bts and know something other that what they choose to show us

And this is exactly why I can't take yall seriously. Jikookers tend to have this high superiority complex that they aren't anything like taekook, larries, etc .. but in reality yall are all the same.

So, according to yall, people can't bring up that jikook hardly hung out in ch 2 because we don't see everything. But in the same breath, yall say taekook only hung out a couple of times and it was always with other people. Yall tend to always try to downplay their friendship, but based on your logic, we can't make those assumptions because we don't know what they're doing 24/7. They could've hung out way more especially since we found out more of their hangouts from interviews.

But since we're all making assumptions, I assume jikook didn't hang out as much based on their own words. Jimin said in an interview that he kept most in contact with yoongi and hobi. Jungkook revealed in suchiwita that he had no idea about the travel show, which is odd since according to yoongi jimin already knew about it, so why wouldn't jimin tell jungkook about it prior if they had been talking daily? During that one jimin dance practice, he told JK that it was good seeing him and that he should come more often. Then there was the jimin docu live and he was surprised by how much weight JK lost again showing they had not seen eachother in a while. There was also one live where one of them didn't know the others schedules had already ended.. I could keep going but I'll stop.

Another thing I wanted to touch on was you saying taekookers call JK a liar. Do jikookers not do that either? Because I vividly remember yall calling JK a liar when he talked about the meaning of his tattoos. Or when JK said on a live, how should he know where jimin is... also, there's that time when jimin said letter was about army, but yall are so adamant he's lying because it's really about his relationship with JK.

And I just want to make it clear I'm not saying jikook aren't close or fanservice. All I'm trying to show is how hypocritical yall are. I won't elaborate on this too much, but many of the things yall mocked Taekookers for are now the same excuses and theories yall are using for a certain situation. It's giving the pot calling the kettle black.

Anon, i had to run to respond to this ask of yours because everytime y’all think you got a gotcha momemt against jikookers you just prove how much of a brainrot y’all are suffering from and from your entire essay, i can easily tell that you spend an unhealthy amount of time in Taekook spaces and you don’t watch real content. Oh and for your info, most jikookers are infact better than taekookers and that is a fact.

“So, according to yall, people can't bring up that jikook hardly hung out in ch 2 because we don't see everything. But in the same breath, yall say taekook only hung out a couple of times and it was always with other people. Yall tend to always try to downplay their friendship, but based on your logic, we can't make those assumptions because we don't know what they're doing 24/7. They could've hung out way more especially since we found out more of their hangouts from interviews. “

Anon, jimin and Jungkook have never once said they didn’t hang out or didn’t see each other have they? How can you assume they didn’t hangout just because you didn’t see them hangout? Have you forgotten that wr never would have known that vminkook were at Jeju together without Tae’s post on instagram? Did Jimin or Jungkook ever mention that they were there? I’m sure without that post y’all would have claimed that Jimin and Jungkook don’t even know what the other looks like. Would we have known that Vmin went to hangout with Jk after the release of Golden if tae didn’t go Live? My point is that we came to know they were together sometimes not because Jimin or Jungkook ever said it but because of Tae. Also, saying that Taekook mostly hung out with other people present is not downplaying their friendship. It’s true that we don’t know everytime the members see each other but is it a lie that almost everytime we heard or saw that taekook were together there were other people present? You mention that we knew about most of their hangouts from interviews but that is a lie from the pit of hell. We already knew that taekook had gone snowboarding with wooga before Jk mentioned it true or false? What other hangout did we find out from interviews anon? Also, forgive Jikookers for not buying into your baseless narrative that jikook didn’t see each other when they have never said they didn’t like Taekook who have literally admitted to not seeing each other multiple times.

“But since we're all making assumptions, I assume jikook didn't hang out as much based on their own words. Jimin said in an interview that he kept most in contact with yoongi and hobi. “

Lol anon, you are funny. You assume Jikook didn’t hang out as much because Jimin said he mostly kept in contact with Hobi and Suga, well guess what? It is normal that Jimin might have seen more of Suga and Hobi than anyone else because they were all working on their albums at the time and were pretty much always at the company. So jimin saying that he kept up more with these two than anyone else for a period of time doesn’t still mean Jikook didn’t hang out much. It just means during that particular period, he kept up more with the people his schedule most aligned with. So what is your point still?

“Jungkook revealed in suchiwita that he had no idea about the travel show, which is odd since according to yoongi jimin already knew about it, so why wouldn't jimin tell jungkook about it prior if they had been talking daily?”

Anon, please i beg you, before you come to send me an ask next time, make sure you make an effort to watch official content and not repeat your cult’s senseless rhetorics. First of all, i will like you to show me where Jk said he had no idea about the travel show. I must have missed it when Jk said that. Secondly, you want me or anyone with a brain to believe that Jimin left from Korea all the way to NYC to meet Jk but Jk didn’t know why Jimin was coming there? You mean to tell me that Jungkook and the staff somehow found a way to book a reservation at a restaurant which they all went to eat immediately Jimin arrived NYC even though Jk didn’t know that there was a travel show? You mean to tell me that the next day, Jk was excitedly talking about going to prepare something which we will love even though he didn’t know about the travel show he was going to be shooting with Jimin? Are you serious anon? You have got to be more intelligent that this, come on.

“During that one jimin dance practice, he told JK that it was good seeing him and that he should come more often.”

So Jimin telling Jungkook that it was good seeing him and that he should come often means they didn’t hang out much? You see how you have to interpret the things they say in your own way to debunk jikook? You can never debunk jikook by using facts. So of your significant other comes to visit you at your place of work, wouldn’t you tell them that it was good seeing them? How does asking them to come again mean that you didn’t hang out? And for the hangout part, maybe you are not wrong. I don’t think at that time jikook hung out alot because Jimin was busy as hell and wasn’t hanging out with anyone, but who told you that proof of friendships or relationships is how much people hang out? Taehyung hangs out with his wooga squad alot, does that mean he is dating them? Be serious anon.

“Then there was the jimin docu live and he was surprised by how much weight JK lost again showing they had not seen eachother in a while.”

Again using your own perception of things as a gotcha moment. Anon, i see my s/o everyday but sometimes i look at them in certain outfits and go “why have you lost so much weight” or “ why do your cheeks look fuller” ? Does this mean i hadn’t seen them in a while? I go out with my s/o and they tell me i smell good, after sometime, they look at me and say “why do you smell so good” does that mean they hadn’t smelled me before anon? I didn’t think i would have to start teaching people on tumblr normal human interactions😭

“There was also one live where one of them didn't know the others schedules had already ended.. I could keep going but I'll stop.”

Anon, why do you think they have to know each other’s schedules to a T? What does it say about the fact that Taehyung didn’t know that Jungkook’s album was supposed to be an EP which suddenly turned to an 11 track full album? He found out on Suchwita even though Suga already knew. What does it say about the fact that Taehyung found out that Jk was on Suchwita from the group chat? Why didn’t his boyfriend tell him before leaving the house?

Y’all like to claim that Jk didn’t know Jimin’s schedules but i wonder how he knew when SMF pt 2 teaser would be dropping that he even told us to wait up for it. I wonder how he knew when jimin was rehearsing to go visit him, i wonder how he knew when Jimin’s suchwita episode had dropped to come online and watch it with us. How did he know all these if he didn’t know Jimin’s schedules anon?

“Another thing I wanted to touch on was you saying taekookers call JK a liar. Do jikookers not do that either? Because I vividly remember yall calling JK a liar when he talked about the meaning of his tattoos. Or when JK said on a live, how should he know where jimin is... also, there's that time when jimin said letter was about army, but yall are so adamant he's lying because it's really about his relationship with JK.”

Anon, there is a difference between calling someone a liar because they said something that goes against your delusions or recognizing that someone might not be i. the position to tell the whole truth. Let’s look at instances where taekookers have called Jk and tae liars shall we?

1: Jk said during their break in 2019 he only saw Jimin and hobi. Tkkrs called him a liar.

2: Jk said Tae didn’t come see him on his birthday in 2022 he was called a liar

3: Jk said he didn’t know where Tae was and that he doesn’t keep up with the members all the time, tkkrs called him a liar

4: Jk said he was left alone at a ski resort, he was called a liar

5: taekook said they kinda drifted apart and some parts of their friendship became akward, y’all called them liars and actors

6: Tae said jimin and Jk were hanging out late at night and Jk wouldn’t let jimin come to him, y’all called him a liar and claimed that Jk was in the room and you had proof because Jk’s shoes were at the door.

: Tae said he went to Jimin’s room and thought it was Jk’s. He was called a liar by taekookers and they also said he just said that to not out him and jk.

Let’s see when jikookers have called Jk a liar according to you.

1: Jk explained his tattoo and said he wanted the crown to be symmetrical to the J. Did jungkook say the J untop of the M wasn’t for Jimin as jikookers suspected? More importantly did you expect Jk to ever say that the J M on his finger is for Jimin if it is? Jikookers don’t expect jungkook to say this and most of us didn’t call him a liar because he didn’t lie. He said the J stands for Jungkook which is true but he didn’t say what the J over the M meant did he? So we know he told the truth about the J and feel like he might have ommitted some truth which he cannot say for obvious reasons.

2: Jimin’s letter. Again anon, did you expect Jimin to say Letter was about Jungkook if it was? More importantly did Jimin ever say letter wasn’t for Jungkook? He didn’t. He said it was a fan song but it being a fan song doesn’t mean that is the only purpose of it. Two things can be true at once.

The difference is that, Jk will flat out say he didn’t see taehyung and taekookers will insist that he lied even though he had no reason to lie because why didn’t he jump lump tae with the rest of the members who went to see him on his birthday or who he saw on their break? If Jk can say Tae heard his song first then why can’t he say Tae was one of the members who went to see him on his birthday?

With the examples you gave about jikook, notice how jimin or jungkook never said this thing wasn’t for this person or this song wasn’t for this person? So how can jikookers call them liars when they never denied it? Did jk ever say Jm wasn’t for jimin? Did jimin ever say letter wasn’t for Jl? So why then would anyone call them liars when they never denied it? They never denied it and never said it was so it still remains a mystery which people can debate on no?

Notice how i can literally bring receipts of taekook saying that they didn’t hang out or spend time together but all you can bring is your interpretation of their words and not actually things they explicitly said? Besides, did you forget that Jikook were together at a concert and when they saw each other about an hour or two later, Jk said “it’s been a while”? I’m sure if we didn’t see the time on Jimin’s fridge, you wouldn’t have been so sure Jikook hadn’t seen each other since the stone ages, no? I also wonder how Jimin got to sing “Peuriri” to Jk so much that Jk was afraid that he was going to sing it on stage if they didn’t see each other much.

The difference here is that taekook themselves explicitly said several times that they didn’t see each other or meet each other at certain points in time but Jikook have never said that and that is why all you have to prove that jikook didn’t hang out much is repeating a million times how Jm said jk had lost weight or how Jimin said it was nice seeing you or how your misinterpretation of pretty simple things like Yoonkook’s conversation on Suchwita about the travel show. Bring me something concrete like all the times Jk explicitly told us who he saw and who he didn’t see and then we can talk.

And while i do agree that some taekookers and Jikookers are the same, i will still stand on my point that you should never compare jikookers to taekookers. There is no universe in the world where these two groups of shippers are the same. Every shipper group has it’s good eggs and bad eggs but please Jikookers still have a long way to go to reach most taekookers delulu levels and trust me when i say i am not saying this because i am a jikooker. It is impossible for taekook as a ship to exist without taekookers constantly calling them liars or actors because if taekookers actually respected taekook and respected their words, people wouldn’t still have been shipping taekook after “Get out of your imagination” or the ITS talk where those two decided to be vulnerable with us and tell us about a growing distance in their friendship. You called them liars, actors following a script and hated on Jimin and the company for putting together a script to scatter the taekook community. Go into taekook spaces and see how they talk about taekook like they are some props. Taekookers don’t think that tae or jk can make any decisions on their own even right down to what they wear to stay in their own homes. If you have to do all these to make sense of a ship, then that is when you should really consider taking a step back.

#jimin #jungkook #jikook #taekook #my asks #jikook blog

[hheartlee]

A SILLY DISCOVERY!!

cherrisnake fanfic!!

tw: tickling, light swearing

ler!cherri & lee!sirpentious

please enjoy!

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it was a boring day at the hazbin hotel, cherri was visiting and since angel was too busy flirting with husk.. she decided why not go annoy pentious? that’ll be fun

cherri made her way to the hotel lobby where surprisingly only sir pentious was(along with keekee on his lap), cherri walked over and poked sir pentious’s side to get his attention, only for sir pentious to jump and quickly look behind at cherri, the jump making keekee get off his lap and walk off

“o-oh! hello misss bo-bomb.!” - he said nervously, trying to switch subjects

cherri smirked and walked around the couch, infront of sir pentious, cocking her head to the side and putting her hand on her hip

“what was that?” - she smirked, teasing sir pentious about the jump he did.

“I- I don’t know what your talking about..” - he smiled awkwardly

“ya jumped when I poked ya.” - she pointed out the obvious

“y-you ssstartled me! th-that’s all..” - he said, hoping she believed it.

but ofc, cherri isnt stupid. she walked closer to sir pentious, standing right infront of him, her legs touching his tail

“so, if I do it again, ya won’t flinch?” - she grinned slightly, then leaned forward and poked his side again

“pfft- ch-cherri-!” - he let out a small snicker, biting his lip

“ohoho! are ya ticklish, old man?” - she grinned, teasing him once more

“what?! no! ofc not! that’s preposterous!” - he snapped back at cherri, clearly panicking

“then why are ya so anxious all of a sudden?” - she replied

sir pentious didn’t know how to reply.. so instead, he quickly jumped off the couch and slithered away as fast as he could

cherri watched him run off than quickly ran after him

“aye! I ain’t done with you, coward!” - she snickered

sir pentious didn’t reply, he slithered quickly up the stairs and took a sharp turn down a random hallway, not really thinking

cherri followed along, it was kinda hard to catch up since he was a snake.. but luckily the hallway had a dead end

sir pentious quickly stopped before he hit the wall, then slowly turn to see cherri at the other end

“ch-cherri- w-we can talk about thisss!” - he sounded panicked, putting his hands on the wall

cherri slowly got closer and closer till she was right infront of him

“sure you can talk!” - she put her hands to his sides

“I’ll tickle.” - she grinned before her fingers started dancing on his sides

“cheheherri!- wahahahaait!-“ - he began snickering, but surprisingly not falling into a fit of laughter yet.

“damn.. for someone who’s “not ticklish” ya sure are giggly!” - she smirked

“dohont tehehease mehe- KYAHAHAHAHHA!!-“

sir pentious then bursted into a fit of laughter when cherri moved her hands to his stomach, causing his back to arch

“hoholy shit!- ya really are ticklish huh?”

“IHIHI AHHAM NOHOT!-“

despite his fit of laughter, he still denied it.

“hm, then I guess I’ll just have to keep goin!”

cherri’s hands slid down to his hip’s, causing him to hiss, but also squeal

“CHEHERRI!- KYAKAKAHAHAHA-“

his laugh was certainly not the normal type.. though cherri found it amusing

“hah! nice laugh ya got there, snickers!” - she mocked him

“DOHONT CALL ME THAHAHAT!-“ - he tried to argue, but his clap back formed into giggles

“what? snickers? whadda bout, giggles? or.. cackles?” - she kept listing off laughing related nicknames just to piss him off.

“NOHOHONE!- CHEHEHERRIIII PLEHEHEASE!-“ - he pleaded, not exactly telling her to get off

“hmm, let’s see.. what other places could ya be ticklish in..”

she took her hands off of him for a second to think

“I- Ihihim nohot tic- KYAKAHAHA!-“

sir pentious hissed and squeaked both at once as cherris hands met his snake tail, which was oddly sensitive.

“what were ya saying, snickers?” - she teased

“STAHAH- STAHAP CALLING ME THAHAHAT- SHIHIHIHIT-“ - he was practically loosing his shit.

“awhh but it’s fun! don’t ya think?” - she tilted her head to the side, acting innocent

“SHUHUSH- KYAKAAHAHA!-“ - he cocked his head back

“oh calm down I ain’t killin ya” - she rolled her eyes playfully at his “dramatic” act

“YOHOHOU AHAHAREE!-“ - his eyes welted up with tears form laughing to hard.

“well ya sure aren’t stoppin me, it’s almost like your enjoying this~” - she teased him once more, which just added onto the whole situation

���SHUHUT UHUHUP!-“ - he didn’t deny it..

cherri smirked then after a few more minutes, she let go, giving him a chance to breathe

“hah.. eugh.. ugh.. y-your.. evil.!” - he fell down to the floor, just sitting there

“I try my hardest!~” - she smirked down at him

sir pentious blushed slightly, looking away to avoid eye contact with cherri.

cherri noticed but didn’t comment on it, after a moment of sir pentious being non verbal.. Cherri felt the slightest bit of concern, though she’d never admit it.

cherri knelt down to where sir pentious was and tapped on his shoulder

“are ya dead?” - she raised her eyebrow

“phisically? yess. mentally? no.” - he answered dramatically

“pfft- drama queen.” - she snickered

“oh silence you!” - he rolled his eyes, laying on the floor

cherri sat down beside sir pentious, and out of curiosity she reached over and placed her hand on the inside of his hood, causing him to jump up and hit her hand out of reflex

“woah- bad spot, huh?” - she smirked at his reaction

sir pentious blushed again, and glared at her

“n-no! I just- dohont want you touching me ahat the moment.” - he came up with a lame excuse

cherri scoffed, then crawled a bit closer to him

“why are ya already giggling? I haven’t touched ya!” - she pointed out the obvious

“I just- uh- I-Iss it hohot in here?? hah..” - he tried changing subjects, blushing even more

“we’re in hell dumbass, it’s gonna be hot.” - she rolled her eyes, not fazed by his sorry ass excuses

cherri then grabbed sir pentious’s wrist and yanked him closer, just making him even more flustered and/or nervous

“ch-cherri?- whahat are you-“ - he was cut off by the sound of his own laughter when he felt her start to scribble her fingers on his hood

“dahaammn.. your hood thing is sensitive as shit!” - she snickered

“STAAHAHAP!- CHEHEHERRI PLEHEHEASSSSE I CAHAHNT-“ - his tail squirmed around and his eyes watered up again

“chill out it’s just tickling! dramatic much?” - she teased, knowing she was driving him insane

cherri’s hand slid down to pentious’s armpit which made him squeal in the highest pitch he could, bursting into loud laughter

“WHAHAHAIT!- KYAKAKAHAHA!-“ - tears rolled down his rosey red cheeks

“wait? for what? hm?” - she lifted her chin and raised her eyebrow while smirking

cherri then slider her hand up and lightly rubs the crook of pentious’s neck

“NOHOT THEHEHERE!- WAHAHAIT-! KYAKAKAHAH!-“ - he squirmed again

“yeah.. I thought this would get ya goin”

she then scrambled her fingers on his neck, her free hands fingers began tracing up and down his tail, making him begin basically wheezing

after about 2 more minutes she finally stopped for good, sitting beside him, watching him recover

“hah- hehe.. huh.. that- wasn’t.. terrible..” - he was panting repeatedly, looking at the floor while blushing like hell

“oh yeah? ya into that shit?” - she raised her eyebrow and snickered

“what- n-no!!” - his head snapped towards cherri and his blush got brighter by the second

cherri put her hands up

“cahalm down! I’m just fuckin with ya!” - she laughed at him

“yohou shohould see yahah fahace!” - she fell over and kicked her feet while laughing

“it- it isn’t funny!” - he yelled in embarrassment

“ya were sure as hell laughing a second ago!” - she teased

“shut up!” - he covered his face

“hah.. what a silly discovery..” - she shook her head and snickered

(Sorry if it’s bad, this is my first fan fic😰😰)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin tickles #tickle content #tickle fluff #cherrisnake #sir pentious #cherri bomb #ler!cherri #lee!sir pentious #tickle fic

[freesia-writes]

Ch 7: The Alignment

~ Master List ~ Previous Chapter ~ WC: 2.9k

Enjoy the ambiance with this suggested background track!

It was a quiet afternoon at the tiki bar when Hunter and Wrecker found themselves there, having an early dinner and chatting about the recent happenings in their jobs. They were tucked into the far end of the L-shaped bar, relaxing into the hubbub of contented chatter and glasses clinking from the few other patrons. Omega and Lyra sat at a table on the far side of the deck, bent over a myriad of data files about the various job shadow opportunities for the next phase of the internship year, and Hunter cast a glance at the two every few minutes, whether consciously or not. Regardless of Wrecker’s boisterous recount of half a house nearly falling on him, Hunter couldn’t ignore the unsettled feeling in his stomach. 

He hadn’t felt truly at peace since they arrived on the island, now the better part of a year ago. Morning hunts allowed him the most opportunity to be focused, to feel purposeful, and to let everything else fall away. But the rest of his time had a somewhat odd sense of artificiality to it, as though they were acting in a role that would soon be over and they’d have to return to their regular soldier ways. He’d never had time to think about his own sense of identity, as his days had always been determined entirely for him from the very start. The others had seemed to find their paths more quickly than him, save for Crosshair, who maintained a sense of unease as he casually pursued a variety of jobs, partners, and interests, but Hunter wasn’t much inclined to seek out a heart to heart with him about it. 

“Still good with your water, babe?” Luciana asked, touching his hand briefly to get his attention. She’d given him a hard time when he insisted that he wasn’t in the mood to drink anything else, but it was all in good fun. Wrecker, on the other hand, could enjoy an island beer at any hour of the day without much effect, and he enjoyed both the full-bodied taste as well as the filling sensation of its hearty flavors. 

“Still good,” Hunter echoed, nodding politely before turning back to Wrecker, who had finished his story and was holding a double-stacked Bantha burger in his hand, turning it from side to side to determine where the perfect first bite should be placed. With a hearty chomp, about a quarter of it disappeared with a grunt of delight. Luciana returned a couple minutes later with a basket of fries, pushing them toward him with a wink. His eyebrows climbed up his forehead as he gave her a messy grin and a thumbs-up with his free hand. 

“You’re the best!” Wrecker exclaimed, blushing as she blew him a kiss before being called away. 

“Free snacks, eh? Looks like someone’s in her good graces,” Hunter said, idly tracing a finger up and down the side of his glass where droplets of condensation had gathered. 

“Everyone’s in her good graces,” came the response, hampered slightly by another mouthful. And indeed they were – a bright giggle reached their ears from a table on the deck, where a small, motley assortment of species was having an early dinner. Luciana’s little white dress ruffled in the breeze around her sun-kissed thighs as she leaned over the menu on their table, pointing out some favorites and upselling the add-ons with bubbly enthusiasm. None of the patrons’ eyes were on the menu, however, instead finding various points of interest from her perky cleavage to her long, slender legs. They made their selections, and Hunter would have bet good credits that none of them knew what they’d ordered as they watched her return to the kitchen. 

“Anyway,” Hunter said, returning his attention to Wrecker after another glance at Omega, who was rubbing her forehead with a look of consternation on her face. Lyra pointed from one datapad to the other, speaking too quietly for him to hear, and then touched Omega’s shoulder for a split second. It seemed to have a soothing effect, as the girl’s shoulders dropped a few inches and she nodded slowly, tapping on her own datapad with a renewed focus. “Thanks for fixing the chimney,” he finished, grateful for the use of the fireplace being restored thanks to Wrecker’s skill.

“Yup,” his brother said, swirling the last bite of burger in some sauce at the bottom of the paper-lined basket before making it disappear with a flourish. “You stoked for this lunar festival? Everyone’s talking about it. Gonna go?” 

“I guess so.”

“It sounds kinda fun, no? Everyone seems pretty excited.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing a lot about–” Hunter answered, interrupted by an elderly Xyloan a few seats down. The island native had been quietly nursing a darkly-colored drink and gazing contentedly at the ocean with his deep golden eyes, his somewhat feline face relaxed and expressionless.

“It is a very special occurrence this year…” the dark green-skinned male said, rising from his stool and approaching the two with an uneven gait supported by a knobby wooden cane. “Because of The Alignment.”

“The what?” Wrecker asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“The Alignment. It hasn’t happened for nearly two hundred cycles. My grandfather told us legends of the last one – the Elders received great insight from a hidden place during low tide.” Dark eyes moved slowly from Wrecker’s to Hunter’s as he nodded somberly, both claw-like hands clasped around the top of the cane. 

Hunter worked hard to keep his face neutral, having heard a little here and there about the highly superstitious practices of the native Xyloans. They held the planet in high regard, insisting that each island upon it had its own voice and intentions, and that they all worked together to protect the planet and keep everything in harmony. There weren’t many natives left, many having ventured to other systems in the galaxy in favor of larger experiences and wider exploration, but the remaining population was scattered across the planet to sustain its history and practices. The younger generation didn’t hold the “ancient wisdom” in very high esteem, so the primary guardians of the old ways were mostly older, and they worked as an eclectic blend of healers, interpreters, and spiritual guides for those who would seek it. 

Upon his arrival to the island, Hunter had been greeted by one of the female Xyloans with a traditional gesture – three straight fingers slicing across the air in front of his forehead and a few words in their guttural language. The intensity and unexpected act of the encounter had thrown him off, but the native had continued on in Basic as though it were the most natural thing in the world, asking about where he’d come from and what he was doing there. He’d tried to appear forthcoming with his answers while also avoiding specifics, and she had seemed to find his responses satisfactory. The short creature had tilted her head, tufts of her long, wavy mane following the motion, and squinted at Hunter with a piercing stare.

“You are fragmented, repplika,” she’d said quietly, startling him with her assessment. He wasn’t sure about the native word she’d used, but it sounded an awful lot like a familiar word in Basic. He’d felt a wave of apprehension, having been careful to reveal to no one that he was a clone, hoping to live in the safety of anonymity, but he could perceive no malice in her body language nor her words. She’d continued on, taking one step closer with large, flat feet that splayed out into small claws at the end of each toe, and had woven her head back and forth in a serpentine motion as she finished her declaration: “But even shattered shards find smoothing and settling in the steadiness of the sea.”

“Got it,” had been his short reply, thoroughly unsure of the entire encounter. He’d only seen a few other natives so far; some lived in the homes near The Forest where his own cabin was while others stayed closer to the center of town where the square and rectangular island housing was a bit closer together: flat roofs staggered as they layered themselves up the hills toward the school. The rest of the population on Xylo seemed to hold the natives in mixed regard, from polite reverence to dismissive avoidance. 

Returning his thoughts to the present, Hunter gave the elderly male a nod and some muttered thanks while Wrecker watched him curiously. 

“What’d they learn?” he asked, “The last time?”

“Ahh,” the slightly pointed ears of the Xyloan flickered as a glimmer appeared in his eyes. “The secrets are only for those who must know them. For those to whom they are given! It is not the privilege of all. The island has its own heart, its own powers. It protects itself from those who would bring harm, and it blesses a lucky few when knowledge is most needed.”

“Huh,” Wrecker mused, looking a little disappointed but taking it in stride. “Well, the festival sounds fun either way!”

“Enjoy it, young kreeyaytenn,” came the ominous reply, accompanied with a knowing smile as the male tapped Wrecker’s thigh with his cane before slowly making his way toward the exit. 

“Young?!” Wrecker called after him, unable to decide if he was flattered or insulted. “I ain’t young!”

“To us you are!” the quavering voice returned as the green-skinned humanoid disappeared around the corner. 

“Cryptic folk…” Wrecker observed with a grumble, turning back to the two remaining fries with a thoughtful expression. 

“That they are,” Hunter agreed, noticing Omega and Lyra rising to their feet out of the corner of his eye. His little sister had made him promise that he wouldn’t feel the need to walk her everywhere, therefore she was to walk home alone after working on her applications. She did offer him a smile and a wave, leading Lyra to notice them and give a small wave as well before the two of them headed toward the crooked wooden stairs that led up to the main part of town. 

“Is that one of the school workers?” Luciana asked, sidling to their end of the bar with a glass and a towel in her hands, wiping it haphazardly before placing it into a nearby tray. 

“Mhm,” Hunter mused, ignoring the sudden elbow to the ribs from Wrecker, who liked to tease him about any and all interactions with anyone outside their family. Luciana smirked at the gesture, leaning on her elbows over the counter as though sharing a secret with them. 

“Where is she from? She got here a little bit before I did.” Her green eyes wandered back and forth between the brothers and framed a charming smile on her full lips.

“No idea,” Hunter said, finishing his water glass and sliding it across the wooden counter to her. Wrecker shrugged too, crumbling up the paper liner from his fry basket and lobbing it toward the trash can behind her. It bounced off the corner and rolled away, earning him a mockingly accusatory glance from Luciana. 

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, but her grin was back in an instant.

“No worries, sweetheart,” she chirped as she went after it. Both men looked pointedly at the bottles lining the back wall of the bar as she bent over, her tiny dress sliding dangerously far up the backs of her thighs as she reached down. She tossed it in the receptacle and returned to them, taking Hunter’s glass and Wrecker’s basket to their appropriate places before pausing for more chatter. 

“So. You and the school lady, huh?” Luciana teased, waving a long-nailed finger close to Hunter’s nose. “Tell me all about it!” She wiggled her eyebrows, giggling at Hunter’s indignation as he stumbled over his words, goading Wrecker into laughter as well.

“She’s helping Omega. What’s it got to do with me?” he finally said, unsure of why he was reacting so defensively. He didn’t like people assuming things, nor did he appreciate his life being determined for him by others. Ah, there it was. He raised his own eyebrows, surprised at the sudden aversion to the only lifestyle he’d known for most of his existence. Shaking the thoughts away, he shrugged, feeling his sense of stability returning slowly. 

“Okay, okay,” Luciana chuckled, holding her hands up in surrender. “Sorry Xyrgio. Didn’t mean to ruffle your hair, as glorious as it is.” She was as disarming as she was playfully provoking at times, and her natural charisma invited others to relax more into being themselves around her. At least it seemed that way for Wrecker, who leaned onto his elbows with an unabashed grin. “What do you think, Big Boy?” she continued, turning to him now. Her nickname for him was far less original than the ones she’d graced the others with, but he didn’t seem to take any issue with it. “Is she gonna be dancing at the lunar festival? Eating at the food trucks with her family?”

“I have no idea,” Wrecker said, casting a glance at Hunter, who was still puzzled at her sudden interest in Lyra. Then again, the bartender did seem to be the town gossip, knowing random information about anyone and everyone. 

“Maybe she’ll get a future reading from one of the Xyloans,” she pondered, stroking her chin with thoughtful fingers. “They’re so adorable.” 

“‘S an odd choice of words for them, but maybe?” Wrecker was at a loss at this point, and fortunately was saved from further banter by the bell from the kitchen signaling that an order was ready to be delivered. Luciana was there in an instant, effortlessly carrying a large tray full of baskets to the table of hungry visitors. A chorus of admiration and gratitude rose as she began placing the food in front of each patron, and the nearest male grabbed one of her hands suddenly, placing a jubilant kiss on the back with gusto. Hunter caught the quick wrinkle of her nose and noticed how quickly she took her hand back, but she clutched the tray to her front and laughed endearingly, wishing them an enjoyable meal. As she turned to leave, one of them swatted at her backside, barely grazing the hem of her dress as she stepped aside quickly. 

“Hey now,” she said, a sharpness to her voice despite the bright smile on her face. “Don’t get naughty with me, or I’ll have to do something about it.” She pursed her lips, tilting her head with a look that said try me. But the wave of tension disappeared as she blew them a kiss and continued on her way. As she slipped back behind the bar counter, Hunter heard her let out a heavy exhale, shaking her head minutely as she started mixing drinks from the list on the screen. 

“They botherin’ you?” Wrecker asked, having noticed the ordeal as well. 

“You’re too sweet,” she said, shaking the mixing container vigorously. “It’s okay, it happens all the time. Part of the job, you know.” She rolled her eyes theatrically, pouring the cocktail over a few chunks of ice in a curved glass before starting on the next one.

“Well it doesn’t have to be,” Wrecker answered quietly, giving Hunter a moment to appreciate his protectiveness and general good nature. “You let me know if anyone needs a talkin’ to.” 

“I will,” Luciana answered gratefully, giving him a wink before brushing a curl of red hair out of her face. “Thanks, Big Boy.” 

As Hunter watched her deliver the drinks to a different table, he caught the slight stiffening in her body as she passed the raucous bunch, who were not too busy stuffing their faces to spare a few looks in her direction. She noticed on her way back, waggling a finger at them but gracing her fingers lightly across the top of the shoulders of one of them as she walked by. He furrowed his brow at her approach, which seemed to simultaneously encourage yet deflect their attention. Perhaps it was a way to avoid direct or heated conflict, he mused, slowly climbing to his feet and standing beside the stool to bid Wrecker farewell.

“Leaving so early?” Luciana asked, flashing an adorably pouty look at him as he dropped some credits on the counter for Wrecker’s meal, nodding at his brother’s thanks. 

“Family dinner tonight,” Hunter answered, offering a small, flat smile. 

“What, my dinner’s not good enough for you?” she said, putting a hand on one hip and jutting it out to the side, her head coyly tilted. 

“No, it’s great,” Hunter said, shifting uncomfortably. “But…”

“And he ate already!” she laughed, pointing a finger at Wrecker, whose eyes grew large as he also rose from his seat. 

“That was first dinner,” Wrecker explained, looking like a scolded puppy. “Tech and Phee eat so late…”

“I’m telling,” Hunter jabbed, smirking as his brother gawked at him in horror. 

“Ooooo, you’re in trouble now!” Luciana laughed, swatting him with a towel from across the bar. “See you soon, boys. Have a lovely night,” she purred, sending them off with one last delicate wave.

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[hxhhasmysoul]

ch 261 SPOILERS ahead

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This chapter confirmed one more time what I thought. That Gojou was kinda delusional about his fight with Sukuna. 

He shows the same attitude towards dying as Sukuna had in his fight against Yorozu. 

The difference is that Sukuna knows Yorozu and her powers, he has an idea as to how to handle her. More than that, he’s there specifically to test out on her some ideas he has for the Ten Shadows Technique. Sukuna’s arrogance makes him an asshole, not a fool.

Gojou, on the other hand, knows that a person with Megumi’s technique is capable of killing someone with Gojou’s technique. And apart from knowing a bit about Cleave, Dismantle and Malevolent Shrine, he can’t estimate the extent of Sukuna’s own powers. And as the fight between them shows he went into it without any plan, he was just winging it.

And again we are shown that he didn’t participate in any planning efforts with the rest of them. He was so certain about his idea to go in first and handle it alone. And so dismissive about their worry.

And everyone else seemed to have considered that he was being delusional because they made actual plans for the plans.

I didn’t think I could dislike Yuuta more but after chapter 261, I actually do.

So let’s look at Yuuta’s absolutely inane plan here. There are two conditions to it:

1. Gojou dies, despite having an overpowered combination of abilities that he’d honed for years.

2. Yuuta is on the brink of death despite his overpowered status due to being so “naturally gifted” and “blessed” by an extra powerful lineage on both sides. 

And the way they both attack Sukuna is just targeting him with raw power, typical jujutsu moves despite Sukuna being a fucking expert on that, not trying to get to the bottom of what makes Sukuna tick.

So Yuuta’s idea is, well if they both fail in those attempts, he could combine his ability with Gojou’s and try again. Because surely the third time's the charm. Well, the definition of stupidity and so on, I guess.

Now let’s compare this to how Yuuji approaches the fight. The plan he made with Higuruma had very reasonable grounds, and was based on analysing techniques. It didn’t pan out because they didn’t know Higuruma’s technique well enough, but it wasn’t based on “let’s wing it”. And the rest of the plan is based on attacking Sukuna’s soul directly using Yuuji’s power’s and Mai’s legacy wielded by Maki. The plan is to separate Megumi’s soul from Sukuna’s and reach Megumi, save him. And it’s been working.

And neither Gojou’s approach, nor Yuuta’s, even considers Megumi in all of this. I’m not sure Megumi is paying any attention to the fight anymore, but if he is, I’m not sure seeing what Yuuta did is making him want to fight to come out. It could honestly go both ways, and if Megumi feels even slightly guilty about Gojou’s death (even though he shouldn’t but psychology just isn’t that simple), seeing Gojou’s corpse used like that might make his guilt worse. 

Gojou always bought into the individualistic strength based approach to jujutsu, the foundation that upheld the corrupt system he participated in. And he indoctrinated Yuuta into that completely. Yuuta still kinda cares about Gojou, but Gojou doesn't even consider what Yuuta's plan would mean for Yuuta.

If you compare it to the conversation Higuruma and Yuuji had, both characters who unsettle Sukuna due to their humanity, it really shows how little threat Gojou and Yuuta've been to Sukuna.

Seeing this contrast, makes the martyrdom complex Gojou and Yuuta display in this chapter really sickening to me, so unwarranted but the fandom is just lapping it all up thoughtlessly. 

Gojou by wanting to go on the murder spree alone to protect the kids he had failed to protect before and who he would fail to protect again by taking on Sukuna alone. 

Yuuta by wanting to take over the mantle of Gojou, regardless of what the objective reality is, regardless whether there is even a need for that. The fight with Sukuna, once Yuuji got involved, actually started to go somewhere, actual progress was being made. And Yuuta’s like, well in need to butt in on that.

I just hope it won’t give Sukuna a chance to recover. It’s a technique and domain he knows, a type of jujutsu combat he’s very well versed in. Fighting Yuuji and Maki made him face opponents he had to figure out, and had him deal with attacks he wasn't used to. But this, this is his bread and butter. I really hope I’m wrong and this will just be a distraction. 

#jjk spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk 261 #jjk salt #gojou satoru #yuuta okkotsu #yuuji itadori #sukuna #higuruma #idk why gege decided to do this detour #but well it only confirms stuff for me so well

[infini-tree]

“i miss drawing the soothsayer,” local artist who has drawn soothsayer for 5+ years near nonstop says

#mells draws a thing #kfp #kung fu panda #ch: more of a 'what could be' than a 'what will be'

[hellspawnmotel]

“caroline, please kill me” by coma cinema

#i hope this is readable lol #deltarune #susie #noelle holiday #suselle #art tag #man i had a whole thing to type up here and now i forget most of it. ummm #basically ive been thinkin about suselle with the new info we got from the sweepstakes #specifically from noelle's perspective. because up until chapter 2 she wants susie but she doesnt KNOW susie #its an extremely shallow crush which is normal for teenagers but what makes it interesting to me is #how noelle sort of seems more attracted to the danger susie poses than susie herself #and she doesnt really make an attempt to get to know susie personally until ch 2? iirc? #and before that almost seems to hope that susie will treat her as badly as she treats kris #and you could argue whether its bc of noelle's psychological problems or if its just. yknow. a fantasy #either way my point is shes not really thinking about susies feelings. shes not trying to reform the bully or something #so consider this little lyric comic as taking place in noelle's fantasies pre-ch1 #BUT #all that said it doesnt mean noelle isnt open to getting to know susie. obviously #when she sees an opportunity noelle does reach out and not in a way where shes trying to provoke susie to hurt or threaten her #she gives susie a gift and invites her to study together. not to mention the whole ferris wheel thing #i actually think noelle didnt even consider that as an option until susie and kris became friends #and even after chapter 2 noelle doesnt really know susie all that well. and to her susie still exists mostly in the realm of fantasy #but its a start. and they have so much more room to grow and understand each other better #plus susie clearly already cares a lot about noelle #moral of the story is suselle is more compelling than just 'shy girl plus mean girl' #and i like it #good night

[coredrill]

thursday of braaaaaaaaaavern!!!

#genuinely so excited for this ep because of its title alone #i love it when ppl say ‘a situation like this’ ‘a time like this’ about situations which they will NEVER CONCEIVABLY BE IN AGAIN #it makes me laugh every time!!!!! #a: bravern #bravern spoilers #t.bbbb #bbbb: tv #ch: lewis smith #ch: lulu #i mean i guess it could be referring to a different situation. like [REDACTED] which i would not be surprised to see today #let alone more than once #aghhhhhhhhhhhh with each passing second we get closer and closer to bravern throwing away its (his?) own status quo #and finding out what this show is Really about and i’m. i cannot wait!!!!!!

[pinkfey]

thinking about ursula when she’s in love

#she likes astarion so much.. obviously she loves him but she Likes him she is so fond of him.. #she Smiles at him…… #when she’s in love she’s obsessed she’s all in. she’s in all honesty easier for him to try to manipulate by act two #which sounds crazy bc.. ursula?? rlly?? ‘easy to manipulate??’ fr?? but it’s true !! only he could do it bc he’s figured her out #because when she’s in love she would do anything for them. climb mountains drown in seas etc #she’s weak for them they’re her absolute princess #not in a doe eyed lovestruck constantly fawning way just a direct and clear ‘what they want they will get’ way #scary evil wife who only smiles at you and murders anyone who looks at you wrong type of vibe !! #and with astarion it’s different. she feels lighter. #she’s always been the protective sort but she truly and genuinely only cares for him and as an acts of service girlie she makes it known #every act of love is more than just reassurance for astarion. he feels free with her he can do literally anything he wants #and she’s tucking a hair behind his ear like great job babygirl LMFAOOOOO #but seriously she loves so wholly and truly that it’s all consuming. it’s monstrous. it corrupts. #with talyss it was too much. ​​siken poem it’s like a religion it’s terrifying. yeah. #but now…… she’s better. it’s just right. #they’re on perfectly equal footing #SHE MAKES ME GO CRAZY. CRAWLING AROUND ON THE CEILING ON ALL FOURS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. #anyways.txt #ch: ursula

[tiredassmage]

54%. Describe your character's favorite possession. Where did they get it, and why are they so attached?

coughs. this one's from a while ago. sorry friends. >.> [battery percentage-themed oc asks]

I'm going to use this as an invitation to take something I know I've talked about in piecemeal style in maybe one or two places and actually put Tyr on blast (affectionate) about it, lmao. And that's Tyr and nostalgia, in a way.

But more specifically, the single possession Tyr's ever had any kind of deep attachment to that ignores his every attempt to move away from it, no matter how rational the argument may be, is the Phantom.

To stand for a bit on my oc soapbox, nostalgia, in a way, is sort of a central theme to Tyr. I've spoken to a notable extent about how his identity as Cipher Nine (or... what might be the lack thereof, to others) and his history with Imperial Intelligence is a point of personal pride for him, to this day. He is proud of it. He's still loyal to that notion of it in his mind - to the sentiment that made him sign on, to that core team that surrounded him for so much of his career.

And the Phantom is, after this long, the only thing that's truly left of that version of Imperial Intelligence. Its name is fitting in a whole new way, isn't it? The flight deck is filled with the phantoms of his past - the specters and apparitions of those ideals, those loyalties, the bonds forged and the challenges faced. No longer simply a phantom in speaking of its primary owner being a Cipher, but... the one tangible sign that Tyr... hasn't let go of some things. Maybe he never will.

There's a part of him that'd reason it should've gotten him killed by now, sure. That kind of thing is taught to them as a liability. But I also think the older he gets, the longer he's spent in the role of Alliance Commander... It's certainly not cockiness, or any real sense of assurance, but the galaxy has changed, and so has his role in it, as much as he still has trouble quite defining it in a way that speaks of his personal desires and connections of it.

It's not that he's always consciously thinking of the ship in this way, but I think it's settled as a part of him, if you will. It's the one thing he'll have a hard time laying to rest even when he finally successfully walks away from the demands of his career. It's at times symbolic of the perhaps one piece of himself, as molded as it was to fit the needs of becoming Cipher Nine, that he's not quite willing to part with, give up, or let anyone change any further. It's a badge of that pride in the people and experiences that forged him, and who he wanted to be as a younger man. There is perhaps always going to be maybe a sliver of him, maybe far more reminiscent of an excitable teen with their first driver's license (or flying, in this case) gripped in hand that'll always wish... just one more flight. Just one more.

There was a rare kind of peace, a rare taste of hope in watching the expanse of stars blur and reach beyond the definition of space on the bridge. Tyr hasn't gotten a lot of proper goodbyes with many of the people he's loved and respected in his life. He's not sure he's ready to finally say it, but that ship's maybe the only place it'd feel right to do so.

#answered #ch: tyr #imperial agent #sniffles. guy who just feels so fuckING MUCH god. what the hell tyr #catch me making a screaming kitten face and noise even though i did that to him i knew this but it just. hrhghghghlfkndf #sir. sir i have emotions about you #swtor ocs #it was some of the best and some of the worst. #i'm not sure anything short of his death or a catastrophic failure of the vessel could really make him ground this ship for good #he'd rather make the more illogical choice of fucking with clearance tags and dipping into blackmail and bribery than ever leave it #grounding her for the versions of shadow of revan in which he does cover work with lana theron and jakarro like. hurt his soul tbh. #like he'll do it but FUCK at what cost

[sctir]

oh right the most recent webtoon ch.. hahhaahhahahahahhahahaha. wow look at these yoohyunies!! he's such a handsome boy i love him sm 💜💜💜💜💜 don't look at the tags or anything i swear im normal.

#ob my god i need moon hyuna to do unspeakable tjings to me. so bad more than anything #wei.post #sctir #drags hand down face #only the tattered shreds of my dignity prevented me from whimpering audibly at thatlast panel of her cutting her hair #holy fudintg.. yehjrht. #moon hyuna i could be your babygirl i could be your malewife i could be your breeding partne[gets shot] #i dont even rmr what happened this ch cause as soon as i saw moon hyuna's bare arms all the blood left my head in .2 seconds #i got actually a little dizzy #i need her to ruin me. anyways‚

[nghtsistr]

merrin misses her sisters, and she is traumatised by what happened to her people, but had they survived i think she would have chafed under their way of life.

#[ she was always going to want more than what dathomir could give ] #[ she was always meant to be more than what she could be on dathomir ] #𐩐 ᚍ 。 ch. thoughts ── ooc.