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imagine-knowing-a-name · 8 months

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Bedridden Blues

Summary: a mission gone wrong gives your brain all the right conditions to fall back into a bad place. Luckily, Jeff takes notice and does all he can to support you.

Word Count: 1937 Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: Thoughts of depression and anxiety, brief mention of Reader not eating. Request: Could you maybe do one where reader is going through a hard time, they have anxiety and depression and such, and Jeff senses it and comforts the reader ?? Lots of fluff, if you can💗 A/N: it's been a while, sorry! I've moved house and been to a few different countries since the last post, then ended up dealing with the mental health issues R has here but without a Jeff to support me. But I'm back now so it's all good!

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

You jolted awake to the heavy slam of your bedroom door and a shaking room. The blinding lights of unclosed curtains forced your eyes shut again, but you didn’t need them, you knew already that a slammed door was a precursor to Jeff barging in and, sure enough, the pattering of feet soon greeted your ears, growing louder as he approached. In your mind, Jeff stood beside you – where his footsteps had placed him – waiting impatiently for you to wake up.

"Mrrrr," the land shark whined then, as if confirming your visualisation.

You opened your eyes slowly to see a blurry, silver blob taking up most of your sightline – he was closer than you’d thought. As Jeff came into focus, you noticed he held a small white sheet of paper in his mouth, so propped yourself up to get a proper look.

Or, at least, you intended to…

In your newly awoken state, you’d forgotten the injuries sustained on your most recent mission and soon collapsed back onto the mattress with a yelp, your arm still pulsing with painful shocks. Jeff came to your side in an instant, nudging inquisitively at the damaged limbs, then rolling you off of them and onto your back.

“Thanks buddy,” you sighed, “what’ve you got there?”

Jeff traversed the bed, erasing all the work he’d done to make you comfortable by trampling right over your stomach, then spat the paper onto your chest. You looked down at the paper. Then at Jeff. He sat by your side looking proudly between you and the paper, which would have been all well and good if he hadn’t settled right on your good arm, pinning it to the bed with his full body weight. Your gaze shifted to your other hand; it unfortunately hadn’t healed in the 5 minutes since you’d woken up, so your forearm and hand remained in a solid plaster cast, lacking the dexterity to even hold the paper.

Jeff nudged it again.

“I’m a bit stuck here, can you just read it out to me?”

“Mrrrrr. Mrrr, mrrrr, mrrrr!”

“Natasha wrote that?”

“Mrrrr!”

Jeff maintained eye contact for almost 10 seconds as you pondered Natasha’s message, until your brain finally kicked into gear. “Wait, you can’t read. That was all made up?”

“Mrrrr,” Jeff confirmed, sheepishly burying his head into your side.

He was too cute to scold, and really, you should have known they weren’t Natasha’s words when all the requests involved keeping Jeff happy – including driving him to the beach while half your limbs were still non-functional.

“Alright, tip the paper towards me, I can probably read it like this.” Jeff obliged your request. “We do have to work on your reading though, what if you want to read a Best Man speech for mine and Natasha’s wedding? Or would you rather be a flower boy?”

“Mrrrr.”

“Okay, yeah, we’ll work on the details later. Letter first.”

For all the hassle it took to read it, the note itself was fairly simple. Natasha had been called on a mission, she hadn’t wanted to wake you, so she wrote a note and asked Jeff to deliver it once you were awake. She seemingly hadn’t predicted that Jeff would nearly break the door down and wake you just to complete his task, but that was just one of his many quirks.

Unfortunately, your brain had quirks too, and they weren’t as easy to brush off as Jeff’s door slamming habit. Your whole chest seemed to sink into itself as you read, the familiar twisting of your stomach accompanying a racing mind. Worrying for Natasha wasn't something new, but it rarely reached this extent. Lately, fear for her safety seemed to be all that could occupy your mind; even when she'd be sat right beside you, thoughts of what could go wrong flooded your brain without reprieve.

You blamed the injury. Memories of the mission were scattered, but you remembered the explosion, the pain, and the fear in Natasha's eyes. You would do everything in your power to never experience what she felt, and ensure she never went through the same again, but with your line of work, what could be done?

Memories of being trapped under the rubble flooded your brain, even when you clenched your eyes shut trying to think of anything else, all your brain conjured were alternative scenarios, which choices might have caused a different outcome? But after flashes of every possible ending, you came to the same realisation that you'd known on the field.

There was no better outcome.

Nobody has known about the explosive, and there was no way for anyone to have found out. In every mission play through, someone had to be in your position at the time of explosion, doing your job and paying the price. And that terrified you.

Suddenly, your face was engulfed in a wetness that brought you sharply back to your senses. One hand instantly gripped the sheets beneath you until your gaze settled on the culprit; Jeff sat by your side with a new look of pride on his expression, the tongue which had just been on your face still lolled out of his mouth. When your eyes met his, he moved into action, climbing onto your chest.

"Hey again Jeff," you said, then wrapped the shark in your arms as best you could with a broken arm. He mumbled softly, then splayed out his limbs to lay flat on your chest; his weight provided an unexpected comfort.

You had been so caught up in your brain that the physical reactions seemed almost secondary, but Jeff's reminder that the real world existed made you take note. There was the uncomfortable awareness of your beating pulse, hurried breaths, and your hand still clenched into a fist around the sheets.

A light huff from Jeff refocused your attention on him. He resettled (still on your chest), then closed his eyes to sleep, his whole body rising and falling thanks to his slow, deep breaths.

Slowly, you released your grasp of the covers and moved your hand to hover above Jeff; he seemed so peaceful, it made you almost guilty to disturb him while you dealt with racing thoughts and an agitated existence. Then, the land shark shifted, it was as if he'd sensed your anguish and taken action himself, since he shifted his body to the side just enough that your hand now rested on his midsection. You smiled.

Jeff's chest expanded as he breathed air in, and it moved your hand with it. You watched as it stayed stationary for several seconds, before eventually moving in with Jeff's deflated form. That became a challenge – the next 5 minutes passed where your only thought was Jeff's breathing, everything else falling away while you mimicked Jeff's slow and sleepy inhalations.

And for the first time in a long time, you coped without distractions. Jeff alone had you feeling that bit better.

You noticed too late the shift in your mood.

Jeff came and went, the light outside faded; time moved on. You hardly noticed it at all. You weren't caught up on other thoughts, or even nervous like you had been in the morning, there was just… nothing. What was there to do in a day? The injury meant no work, no exercise, nothing strenuous at all. And Natasha was gone, so nobody expected you up and out of bed.

You had no reason to get up and hardly any energy either, so in bed you stayed. Sleep took its hold on you for brief patches of the day, but the rest was spent with glazed eyes, half-focused on various parts of the room. It wasn't until Jeff interrupted (again) in the late afternoon that things began to change.

Jeff was not one to judge an unproductive day in bed. After all, they were his speciality! A good day for the land shark involved sleeping for at least 75% of it. But for you, that behaviour was unusual, and Jeff knew it; he also knew that it was dinner time, and the 25% of the day he allocated to 'eating (and other)' was in danger if you didn't get up and feed him. So he took matters into his own hands.

He pushed the door open with a light headbutt and asked, "mrrrr?" You shifted in bed, but ultimately gave no reply, so he stepped closer and pawed at your bedsheets.

"I know, Jeff, I know," you said. Though you carried so much resignation in your tone that the land shark hurried to reassess the situation; your smile was weak, eyes bloodshot and swollen, and your arm buckled as you tried to rise yourself out of bed.

"Mrrr!" he squealed quickly, before he hopped onto the bed and pushed you to lie back down with a more controlled "mrrrr". He could handle this.

"That was weird," you said to yourself once Jeff walked out; his pleas for food had been cut short by his U-turn into looking after himself. The speed of his turnabout did concern you, and as his guardian you knew you should be getting up and ensuring he was okay, but for some reason – be it laziness or belief in your land shark – you trusted his judgement.

The bed enveloped you again and by the time the bangs and crashes started from the kitchen, your brain was tuned out.

Small nudges from Jeff roused you for a third time that day, but he didn't care to loiter this time. As soon as you displayed signs of being awake, he dragged the covers off of you for the chill of the room to rouse you fully, before he nipped at your leg.

"Ow, Jeff, it's broken, remember?"

Jeff gave an apologetic murmur, but continued tapping at the floor and turning in a clear sign for you to follow him. He did his best to help as you got up, pushing your crutch closer and offering his body as support (which might have been more useful if he was any taller than your shin), then led you through the house, looking back every few seconds to check you were still okay.

Various guesses of where Jeff may be leading you to were discarded as the walk continued; the route was long, and only came to its conclusion on the far side of your home, in the dining room. Two dishes caught your eye, laid side-by-side on a table that was properly set with cutlery, glasses, and a whole choice of drinks – anything you would need to just sit down and enjoy the meal. It was only then that the hunger hit you; you hadn’t even noticed the mealtimes pass you by while you lay in bed, you hadn’t even felt like a person enough to remember them, but clearly Jeff had taken note.

Your jaw hung open when you looked at Jeff, who grinned proudly up at you. “Did you make this?”

“Mrrrr!”

“How did you ev-” In looking around to take in the scene, you suddenly noticed the opening to the kitchen, and the mountains of stacked plates, pans, and utensils lining the previously empty sink. Jeff could cook, you concluded, but he couldn’t clean. “I’ll deal with that later,” you told him.

Jeff rushed ahead to pull out a chair for you, making it easier for you to hop over and take your seat, but you had one thing to do first: you pulled out your phone and photographed the scene (excluding the dirty dishes), then sent it to Natasha.

*Y/N: Our boy can cook 🥹*

A/N: That was a lot harder to write than I thought it would be and I'm still not sure it all sounds good. But I can recommend @sunsetscarlett's emotional support jeff and @wolferine's Our Secret as great fics with similar themes if you want to read more! :))

Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character @wolferine

#jeff the land shark #jeff the landshark #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fluff #ikan writes #marvel #mcu #black widow #the JFU

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pearlywritings · 2 years

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The little chaser

synopsis: your son likes chasing and catching crystal flies now, and giving their cores as gifts brings him joy.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons

tw: pure fluff, domestic moment

word count: 2k+ words

author’s note: just a small something my brain came up with when I was thinking of Rufus loving bringing different trinkets from his outings to his parents, whenever one of them or both stay home.

Family AU masterlist

"Ma, ma! Do you think dad will like it?" Rufus appears next to you almost as if out of thin air and extends an open palm to show you a crystal fly core. "I caught a big one!"

"Oh, firefly,” you smile and brush your fingers through the thick mane of crimson hair, which somehow always manages to look decent, “I am sure he'll love it."

“Yeah??” Red eyes widen and stare at you in a hardly contained excitement, to which you hum in confirmation, giving him a firm nod. Giggling, your son plops on the grass near you and, holding the gleaming piece tightly to his chest, falls head first on your thigh, disturbing his twin, who's been peacefully napping on your other hip.

The little boy lifts his head and starts owlishly blinking, which, paired with his hair messily hanging from a ponytail, creates such a cute image that you can't help but laugh softly. How can you not, when your baby looks like a little owlet with ruffled feathers? His father looks the same almost every morning and the fond reminder makes your heart swell with adoration.

"Wha- wha's happenin'?" He reaches to rub on his eyes, ridding of the remnants of his nap. Your fingers gently tug on his shirt, that rearranged itself on his shoulders, smoothing the fabric and running knuckles against his rosy cheek.

"Nothing, Lu, I just caught a crystal fly, look!" Your older son reaches a hand back over your legs to show his brother a sparkling thing clasped tightly between his small fingers. Lucas finally blinks the sleep away and now stares at the core mesmerized. Rubies of his orbs twinkle with awe and mouth falls agape.

"Woooooow…so pretty! Did you really catch it!?"

"Yes, I did! Wanna one?"

"Yes, yes, I do!"

You watch your sons roll off of you and then some more on the ground and think of poor maids who are going to wash the grass stains from their white shirts later. Their little masters could care less though at the moment, getting back on their feet and, at least, dusting their shorts.

"Mama," Rufus turns to you with a serious expression and then reaches to hand the crystal core over, "please keep it while I get one for Lu. Oh! Do you want one?"

"Maybe another time," you smile, accepting the little treasure that'll soon adorn your husband's desk. "We are going back soon, so don't take too long, alright?" Just as the words leave your mouth two sets of identical eyes turn from gleaming with joy to sad.

"Alreaaaady?" They whine almost in one voice and you have a hard time resisting these cute pleading faces, with puffed up cheeks and puppy eyes. If it was Diluc here, he’d probably have a much harder time resisting his little balls of mischief. But mama owl in you knows better.

"We've been out the whole day. I bet papa misses you two already. Plus it's going to get dark soon, we better be on our way before sunset."

"Alright…" begrudgingly they eventually sigh in defeat and then, realizing they have little time, disappear almost as if whisked by the wind.

To think of it, the wind has been almost non-existent today. Thanks Barbatos, it hasn't been too sunny and heat hasn't really bothered any of you. But then again the summer days go by and autumn approaches, which means the evenings get chiller, so you hope the boys do hurry up with the elemental creature. It'd be great to get home without as much as even starting shivering.

Soon Lucas indeed returns back to your side and climbs into your lap with back facing you.

"Ma, hair almost got caught in a bush…" he quietly complains and you nearly give yourself a facepalm - letting your boy go running around with messy hair, how smart of you.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll fix it," the ribbon comes undone and the twin grips it in his tiny fingers - he knows you need both hands to deal with his hair. A brush appears in your grasp - with how active your sons are, having it with you is a must, - and start working on the nest, turning the bird's home into a flowing river of fire. Lucas doesn't even fidget, only humming something under his nose and looking ahead, to where his brother is slowly approaching three anemo crystal flies, floating in the air almost lazely. The height is perfect for Rufus to grab and there is only a couple of feet separating the little hunter and his prey. The redhead has such a concentrated look on his face, that he looks almost adult-serious, each step and movement is coordinated and measured - he has an important mission after all.

You lift your gaze when Lucas claps his hands with a giggle, watching a single crystal fly speeding away, desperate to save its life. His older brother lifts both hands in the air, grinning victoriously.

"Mom, I caught two!" With the triumphant cry the boy sprints to you, eager to present his trophies. Lucas holds his palms together when Rufus bends to drop one gleaming core to him. Absolutely stunned, he is now twirling the little treasure, watching how light is playing on its edges, completely forgetting about everything surrounding him. Meanwhile your oldest turns to you and offers you the second one, equally beautiful and shiny. With a wide smile he watches you put the brush aside and take the gift. A gleeful squeal then erupts from his mouth when you hug him and press to your side, kissing under his chin.

"Thank you, Ru," butterfly kisses against his skin are like caresses of the crystal fly wings, and the boy keeps giggling and squirming in your hold from the ticklish sensation, kicking his feet and holding onto your arm.

"You, hehe, like it? Ahaha, stooooop!"

"Of course I do. Maybe I'll make a necklace later," you stop your loving attack and hum in thought and the idea seems to catch Lucas' attention. Suddenly he turns around and extends his hands with the core and his ribbon.

"Make me one, please!"

"Oh, why not," you quickly agree, letting Rufus go, only for him to drop onto his knees to catch his breath and collect himself, "But I want you two to gather things back into the basket while I am doing so. And put my and dad's cores there too."

Boys nod and, after Lucas scrambles back to his feet and his twin follows him a couple of seconds later, begin cleaning up. You effortlessly loop the ribbon around the "horns", tying a knot just in case and then one on the ends, making a simple trinket.

Your youngest looks purely happy with it hanging around his neck as the three of you are making your way back to the Winery. Rufus is absolutely pleased with himself for making his brother this elated and is telling you all about his hunting techniques, promising to teach his twin everything next time. Lucas eagerly nods, staring at his brother like he is a hero from the books the boy loves Adelinde or his parents reading him.

The fond look doesn’t leave your eyes, as you watch your babies interact. So similar, yet so different, but most importantly being each other's best friends. Somehow you are convinced that these boys will forever be getting along and adore each other, no matter how many stories exist of siblings getting in serious fights. You only hope they’ll stay these little happy balls of vermillion joy for as long as it is possible, playing, learning, exploring the world through the childish fantasies of theirs.

This sentiment you share with their father, whose eyes lit up affectionately and proudly whenever he watches Rufus and Lucas doing whatever. Just like now, as you spot him outside, not taking his eyes off of his sons, who started chasing each other among the rows of the wineyard, laughing and squealing, drawing the attention of the workers that remained to finish some work.

Diluc, with a shawl wrapped around his shoulders, is standing in the main doorway of the winery, shoulder pressed to the doorframe and arms crossed on his chest. Probably having noticed you three out of the window he came down to be the first one to greet his family back.

The boys don’t notice him just yet, running around Tunner, making the old man helplessly smile and joke that they’re going to make him dizzy. You use this opportunity to approach your husband, putting the basket to one of the benches nearby, and stepping into his embrace right after.

“Hello, my flame,” his voice is hushed and a little bit hoarse, red strands tickle your cheek as his chin comfortably rests on top of your head.

"Hi, love," you softly murmur against his collarbone, snuggling to him with arms wrapped around his waist. "You good?"

"Mhm," the hum vibrates in his throat, arms squeezing you a little bit tighter. "You?"

"Couldn't be better. Are you cold?"

"...yes, a bit. It'll pass soon."

Being an owner of the Pyro vision your husband's body was far warmer than a normal person's should be. But that's only if he has his vision with him, and you don't notice it on his hip this time, meaning he left it somewhere within the house with his body heat returning to an adequate degree. When it happens it always makes him a bit receptive to the chill around if there is one, fortunately, it's just for a few moments.

"Well... It always can be helped by the snuggle session with me and our boys," you suggest and feel Diluc nod against the top of your head.

Turning in his embrace you search for two red heads and quickly spot them on the other end of the wineyard, observing a crystal fly, whose wings barely touch the green leaves of the grapes. You know what is going on inside their heads, but you'll have to ruin their fun. Sorry, boys, but that's enough hunting for today.

"Sounds good to me. By the way, I let the maids go earlier today. Tomorrow is going to be very busy," oh, your man is too kind and caring, and that's one of the reasons you love him dearly.

"This is perfectly fine, love. I'll cook dinner today, not a problem at all."

"Ru! Lu! Come home, babies!" Raising their heads the twins lock eyes with you and Diluc. Then they glance back at the elemental being and even from the distance you can see them sighing in disappointment before trotting to you.

"We could catch it!" Rufus complains, attaching himself to dad's leg almost immediately, hugging him in greeting.

“They became obsessed with these,” your words bring a small, but indescribably warm smile on Diluc’s face, who didn't miss the scene. No doubt he thought about the times he and Kaeya used to do the same, chasing crystal flies and bringing collected cores to Master Crepus so he could turn them into something beautiful.

“But they are pretty…” Lucas sighs, fidgeting with one around his neck. “Right, dad?” He even lifts it a little to show his father, which reminds Rufus of his present. He starts searching for the basket until you point to the bench and he runs to get it.

“Right, Lu,” Diluc nods, keeping one arm wrapped around your shoulders and bringing the other to run fingers through his son’s hair. “It’s so unusual to see him with hair down,” he quietly admits and you chuckle, understanding what he means.

“Bet Tunner couldn’t even guess who is who today.”

“Undoubtedly.”

"Pa!” Rufus finally returns, holding a core with both of his hands. “That's for you! I caught it myself."

“You did, didn’t you?" The softness in his gaze and the easily perceptible adoration in his voice makes you weak in the knees, but you manage to stay put. "Tell me all about it.”

A swift movement and the twins are resting in their dad’s arms, who steps back into the winery, having decided that’s enough of standing outside. Quickly grabbing the basket you follow them inside, glancing at the third core resting among all the items you brought to the stroll.

You make a mental note to find a small chest for the twins to store these, because, if Diluc’s stories of his childhood are something to take into consideration, there are going to be dozens of cores in the near future. Well, it can’t be helped if the game is to their liking. Most importantly your crystal flies chasers have their fun.

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thekingofwinterblog · 7 months

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So i haven't seen anyone on this site do a full on dive on what little material we do have of dreadwolf. For a title that's gonna come out next year if its not delayed, there's shockingly little that's actually out, and what there is can be divided into two.

In game images, and artwork.

For this post i wanna focus on the art.

The most famous of the art is of course this piece. Solas in both his Elf guise and True form, both reaching for the red lyrium idol Hawke and Varric found in DA2.

First things first, before we got confirmation through Urthemiel's concept art, this was the first rock solid proof that the Evanuris were the Old Gods. 7 were sealed away, 2 yet remain, just like the orbs we see here so clearly connected to the taint through the red lyrium idol.

Now a couple of things about this idol.

1. It keeps regenerating. Inquisition did not in any way tell us about this, but this idol keeps regenerating regardless of what happens to the original.

Meredith's lyrium body was hollowed out from the inside out, and the lyrium had used her internal parts to remake itself, where it was taken by certain expanded DA universe characters.

Thats how its back despite being made into a sword, then infecting meredith.

2. The way this picture frames it, this seems to be the key to Solas goal of ripping down the veil, entering the Fade in the flesh and remaking the world.

That's not really the interesting part. No the interesting part is that this isn't the first, or second or third, but fourth completely separate object Solas seems to theoretically be able to use to undo his great work.

In the most recent trailer, we see him use a seemingly completely different artifact to try to do the job, but given the fact this is likely going to be the opening introduction of the game, whatever he's trying to do with this artifact is most certainly going tk go wrong somehow, and might tie into the main character of the game's strange ability to summon magical weaponry out if nowhere.

Maybe a sorta repeat of what happened in the inquisition? His great ritual is interrupted and derailed by some random schmuck that absorbs it's power and becomes his arch enemy?

That would explain how this random thief leader guy that this game is supposed to be headed by, becomes able to defeat Solas.

Assuming this is correct, this means that after this ritual fails, his eyes will instead turn to the red lyrium idol.

Also as i said, that would bring Solas artifacts that could be used to accomplish his plans to backtrack on the veil to a total of 4.

The first was The Mask of Fen'harel, from Redemption, an artifact that was clearly meant as a possible failsafe, given it had the capacity to rip down the veil even in the hands of a mediocre mage, nevermind Solas as he is now.

The mask was destroyed in that series, before Solas even woke up, forcing him to try to rely on his second option, his orb, his Foci, which was also destroyed in Inquisition.

Thirdly there is this strange, green, wand thingy, that seems likely to fail in some way.

And fourthly there is the red lyrium idol, which was the source of all red lyrium that has since plagued the world.

And speaking of the blight...

There are two remaining old gods, and we know how Urthemiel would have looked like in his uncorrupted state through his statues.

This is another of the old gods, uncorrupted by the taint, though which of the Evanuris this is i have no idea. A true eldrich abomination.

Regardless, while Solas is the main villain, we'll be fighting at least one more Elvhen God in this game, which assuming the other one is not fought and/or killed, means there will be one more at the game's end.

One more potential blight.

Or not as we'll see below.

From what very little we have seen of the main character, they seem to have the ability to summon a magical energy weapon. If i had to guess, this seems to be a concept art piece for that.

It also seems to be set at the final area of tresspasser(wherever that is), and the fade seems to be really powerful here at this moment, given those gloating rocks.

Not too enlightening, except for the fact there are Two archdemons in the background who may, or may not be blighted.

Guess all the evanuris as waking up in this game after all.

Shockingly enough given the last two old gods will awaken in this game, we'll get one, final dig into the deep roads before they become irrelevant as a setting.

There's some concept art for what is clearly companions, but i wanted to highlight this one along with the big one im ending this speculation post on.

The three figures from the wall aren't too interesting looking(I think the foremost guy is the pc), but the guy on the far left seems to be a avaar, given his Hakkon helmet.

Apparently we're gonna get water diving in this game, either as a cutscene, or in game play.

The guy with the mustache seems to be Dorian, though it could be a new companion rather than a returning one. The lady on the left looks like isabela, but given the glowing, magical knife, i think this is concept art for the female version of the pc, before they settled on the whole summoning the weapon.

Also the fact we're finally getting sea levels, hopefully means we get to see and possibly fight the last of the important lore monsters, the Cetus.

Seriously, if this series ends without us even getting to see the gigantic, electrical sea dragons of the Northern ocean depths, i will be so mad.

The anderfels, likely Weishaupht, the only place we know for a fact that we'll visit in game, given our only glimpse of gameplay so far takes place there.

Again, this game will likely be the final time the grey wardens are relevant, so of course we're visiting the great Warden fortress, and taking a look at what the hell's going on there.

Alright, so one of the first pieces of art we ever got, and it seems to be the companions of what is likely going to be the last dragon age game.

Left to right, i think the lady on the far left is the lady with the mask from the big battle scene artwork. If so, probably an antivan crow with a mask and a rapier.

Next is a Qunari, though what class is hard to say.

Next one is definitly a rogue, though seemingly male.

Looks like the Inquisition's horse master to be honest.

Next is who I'm assuming to be dorian.

And after him, there is the most interesting part of the piece, a figure with either a thick hood, or thick white hair, holding what is very, very clearly a gun.

Which is not too surprising. Gunpowder has been on the verge of being cracked since awakening, and the Inquisitor discovered the recipe in tresspasser, so guns being invented in the meantime makes perfect sense.

No clue about the next two, but the final one is very, very clearly related to the Navarran death mages, though wheter it's a mortalatasi, or a spirit bound to a body by them is hard to say.

Regardless they all seem to be a ragtag bunch compared to Inquisitions group. Which would fit with the idea that they are supposed to be a bunch of thieves and such that'ss forced into a battle for the world.

#dragon age #dragon age dreadwolf #meta #speculation #dorian pavus #tevinter #anderfels #grey wardens #evanuris #old gods #arch demons #concept art

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 1 year

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Rate My Professor (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt is an adjunct professor at Columbia - teaching a few legal classes a week between his pro-bono career and being Daredevil. You Karen, Marci, and Foggy read Matt's online reviews from students, most of whom are more interested in looking at him than actually learning. You're jealous about it. Professor Murdock assures you that you're the only one for him.

Notes: 18+. Smut with plot. No use of Y/N. Female reader (use of girlfriend and female anatomy.) Established relationship. Use of pet names (sweetheart.) Semi-public sex with a little exhibitionism, Unprotected sex, Very clothed sex, Oral (f receiving), P in V, Creampie, and Possessiveness from both Matt and Reader. Professor Murdock, which is a warning in itself.

WC: 3350

“I don’t think I really want to know.” Matt exclaimed

“Oh c’mon it’ll be fun. I’m sure you’re a great teacher! I bet there’s not a single bad review on there!” Karen replied

How you all had ended up on the subject was innocent enough - Marci had mentioned a new intern had started that week at her firm. The intern in question had just graduated from Columbia and was a student of Matt’s last year. According to Marci the intern had “only great things to say” which led you all to talking about favorite professors, which had then subsequently led into the current topic. So now here the five of you were, in the living room of yours and Matt’s shared apartment on what was supposed to be a friend’s game night, looking him up on RateMyProfessors.com.

“I agree with Matt, this could be a bad idea. I really loved to dig into my professors on this site when I was in grad school and I was not kind.” you responded from your spot on the floor, full well knowing you were going to join the group in reading Matt all of his reviews anyway.

“We get feedback from the end of semester surveys, I really don’t think I need more!” Matt protested from beside you

“Yes, but your admin filters it out for you to keep it constructive! And you know the students know it’s not totally anonymous, so they hold back! I bet they’re way more honest on here.” Foggy argued back

The four of you scrolled through your phones, looking for Matt’s name on the long list of Columbia faculty.

“Oh wait, wait, I got it! Here we go…” Foggy said as he had all but jumped up from the sofa, his phone having loaded the review page first

“Mr. Murdock is an excellent teacher - his lectures are succinct and to the point and give great insight on the real world arguments made for the law. His class is easy to pay attention to, though who is to say if that’s the subject or how easy Mr. Murdock is to look at.” Foggy’s voice trailed off as he got to the end, not realizing where the statement was going

There was a moment's silence where tension hung in the air before you, Karen, and Marci all burst into a fit of giggles and shrieks.

“It does not say that!” Matt replied

He grabbed for Foggy’s phone, even though he wouldn’t be able to see the screen that his best friend was reading.

“Um, it totally does, and it’s not the only one.” Karen said as she scrolled

“I found Professor Murdock’s class really challenging - particularly his grading. But when your professor is as hot as he is, I find it hard to complain. I wonder if he goes as hard in the bedroom as he does with grading term papers.”

Marci’s jaw flew open in scandal as Matt just continued to shake his head.

“Care to confirm?” Foggy asked you

“Well I’ve never written him a term paper, so I’m not sure...” you teased

“Oh wait! I found a good one too!” Marci interjected

“Mr. Murdock is unbelievably attractive - honestly just take his class even if you’re not pre-law. Just to look at him for two hours, twice a week.”

“Tell me there’s at least one that doesn’t mention my appearance?!” Matt asked with a huff

“This one mentions how hot they think your voice is when you say ‘According to the First Amendment and the precedent laid out in Tinker v. Des Moines’ so technically no mention of your face or body, just your sexy man-voice.” you responded

Matt laid his head down on the coffee table and groaned. He was hoping the ever changing glow of the billboard outside would mask the pink tint inevitably creeping up his cheeks and onto the tips of his ears. He could feel the heat of his blush spreading and didn’t want to give you guys another thing to tease him about tonight.

“Okay okay. I think I found a real one.” Foggy reassured his friend

“I really loved taking Mr. Murdock for Constitutional Law 101. He really knows what he’s talking about and facilitates really great discussions in class. I just wished he used more visual aids.”

“How am I supposed to use visual aids when, ya know?” Matt gestured towards the red tinted glasses, which covered his unseeing eyes.

“Oh no wait, I didn’t scroll enough, they then went on to say ‘But I guess when you look like that, you are the visual aid.”

“Okay. Can we please stop this? I pride myself on how hard I work to make an instructive and professional learning environment and I’m not loving that this…” he gestured to his face and down his body “Is what everyone is focusing on.”

“I mean, I might be biased, but I certainly don’t blame them Matty.” You teased, giving him a quick peck on the cheek

As much fun as you were having with your friends at your boyfriend’s expense, there was a slight pang in your chest. The small bubble of nausea in your stomach wasn’t just because you were waiting on your take out delivery and hungry, but also at the thought of other people thinking about your boyfriend that way. Surely, he had mentioned that he had a serious, live-in girlfriend to his students? Certainly, he had toned down the charming smile and flirty banter (that made you fall so in love with him in the first place) while he was interacting with a bunch of young co-eds whose minds he was supposed to be shaping for the future?

Of course it’s all fine, you thought. Matt is an astute professional educator and lawyer. He’d never cross that boundary and he’d never even consider anyone else but me, let alone a student, you mentally spoke to yourself, trying to find some reassurance.

But the feelings of insecurity still gnawed at the back of your mind.

Once dinner had arrived and more wine had been drunk, the conversation had moved on from Matt’s online admirers to other topics.

But even as you and Matt said your goodnights to your friends and got ready for bed, you couldn’t push down the feelings of insecurity and jealousy now planted in your thoughts.

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A few days later, you were sitting on the 1 train, traveling up to Columbia’s campus. You had just finished a long day of meetings at work. After you had lamented a little bit to Matt via a mid-morning phone catch up, he had suggested meeting up and grabbing dinner near campus when he was done with his Thursday evening class.

“We can have a date night and you can vent.” he said

You shuffled your way through campus to one of the law school buildings, weaving down the carpeted halls until you made your way to Matt’s office. If one could even call it an office. As an adjunct, he got stuffed into a glorified broom closet in a quiet corner of the building.

The door was slightly ajar when you arrived and you pushed it open further, giving it a soft knock as you did.

“Matt?” you called out gently

You knew he could detect your scent and your heartbeat as soon as you stepped on campus, but still didn’t want to startle him in case he was too focused on something else.

Matt was sitting behind his desk with a rather serious look on his face. There were some papers scattered across it and the blueish glow of his computer screen illuminated his focused expression in the otherwise dim room. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up to his forearms and his hair was slightly disheveled after a long day of teaching. One headphone hung in his left ear as he listened to his computer dictate a term paper. His glasses rested on top of the papers, long ago discarded from his face.

“Hey sweetheart!” his expression softened as soon as you stepped into the room and shut the door behind you “I thought those were your heels I could hear down the hall.”

He stood from his chair and pulled the headphone out of his ear as he shuffled out from behind the desk, reaching to embrace you.

You returned the sentiment with a hug and a quick peck on his cheek.

“Hey, so I’ve got about 20 more minutes where I have to be here for my office hours, then we can head to dinner. Sound good?” he asked

“Yeah. I can go hang out somewhere else if you need me to.” you offered

“No, no.” he waved your statement off as he returned to his seat and gestured for you to sit as well

“Most students don’t show up this late. I just get in trouble if someone comes by during my posted hours and I’m not here. Was just using this time to get a head start on grading, but we can start catching up on your day now if you want.”

You flopped down in the chair opposite him.

“You sure none of those girls who gave you glowing reviews aren’t gonna swing by for an evening chat?” you jested, bringing up the subject for the first time since that evening with friends

The statement came out more spiteful than you intended.

Matt sighed and dragged a hand down his face to rub his chin.

“I knew that bothered you. Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked

“Cause it’s not important.”

“That’s not true.” he argued

“I mean it’s not like you meant for it to hurt me. You didn’t even want to read them. And besides, it’s not like you can do anything about it. You can’t control what they write online about you and your damn sex appeal. Unless you’re being flirty with students and letting them think… ”

“Sweetheart, you know that I would never.” he reassured

“I know. I’m just worried. Like not a lot, but it’s just that little thought in the back of my mind. But it’s stupid. You know, just worried that someone comes to one of your classes and is smart and brilliant and younger and fitter and prettier…”

“No, no, no.” Matt brought his hand up and waved it, cutting you off

“You’re the only one for me. I promise. Look, I don’t give a damn what a bunch of random college girls think of me. You know how many times one of them hangs around after class and instead of asking questions, they try and stupidly flirt, and you know what I say to them?”

“What?”

“I lie and use you as an excuse to get away. I usually go with ‘sorry, I’m meeting my girlfriend for dinner,’ or ‘gotta run, my girlfriend is calling me.’”

“Do you really?” you giggled

In a much better mood, you rounded the desk to his side. You bent down, placing a hand on each armrest of the worn leather chair, caging him in. You rested your forehead against his.

“Yeah. I didn’t hear your review on that stupid site, and that’s all I care about - you and what you think of me. None of them will ever compare to what you and I have. I promise, I’m not going to ever let anything tear that apart.” he reassured

You leaned forward more and met your lips with his - softly, but with passion and intention behind the kiss. He lingered for a moment before you pulled back just enough to look into his unfocused eyes.

“You know. Not many heartbeats in this building right now. None on this floor but ours.” He spoke lowly

Calloused fingers began to dance up your thigh, toying with the hem of your pencil skirt.

“What are you suggesting Professor Murdock?” you whispered back

“I’m suggesting that I use the next 18 or so minutes to prove to you that I’m yours and only yours.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst use of time. But you’ve gotta use your bat-hearing and make sure we don’t get caught.” you said

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” he replied with a smirk

This time it was he who kissed you, with much more fervor. He didn’t break the kiss as he stood and slowly pushed your shoulder so that your bottom met the hard edge of his desk.

His tongue danced along your bottom lip, begging for you to allow the kiss to go deeper. And you did. You let him cup your face with both hands as his mouth moved from your lips, across your jaw and down your throat, then back up to your lips again.

Slotting himself between your thighs, he moved his hand back down to your skirt. You took the cue and stood a little, just enough that he could shimmy it up your body so all the material gathered at your waist. The rough wool material felt like sandpaper on his sensitive skin, but he knew the softness of your flesh would relieve that discomfort soon.

You sat back down on the desk edge, as Matt began to kneed at your thighs.

He worked his way up, until his thumb hovered over your clothed core.

Four circles of his thumb on your clit was all it took to make your eyes snap shut and a feral moan to escape from you into his pouty lips that hovered over yours.

“Please Matthew, don’t tease.” you begged in a desperate prayer

He let out a huff in protesting agreement. He tugged at the waistband of your panties. You maneuvered yourself until he removed them and tossed them somewhere amongst the paperwork beside you.

He dropped to his knees, similarly to how he did every Sunday at mass, but today you were his sacred worship and your moans his hymns.

Patience was not a word in your vocabulary tonight, as your hand flew to his hair to give a quick tug as soon as he made contact with the floor. He began to lick and nip his way up your thighs, making sure to arrive at your opening quickly.

His tongue met your clit and he wasted no time, licking and sucking at your sensitivity.

The soft exhale you released in sweet relief filled his ears. He chased after the sound, wanting to hear more breathy moans from your perfect lips. All caused by him. You bucked up into his mouth a little, a silent beg for more.

And he was happy to oblige.

A softly whispered “Matthew” escaped your lips, though you were so lost in him, it didn’t even feel like you were the one who said it.

It was enough to break his resolve, as he pulled away from you and stood once more, wiping the remnants of you off his chin.

His breath caught behind his teeth as you reached out to toy with the buckle of his belt.

He needed you. Now.

He fiddled with the top buttons of your blouse, opening it just enough so that he could reach in and massage at your breasts. Finally, you undid enough of his pants for him to free himself.

He kissed you, now more desperate than before. Tasting yourself on him only made you more incoherent.

“Lean back.” he managed to moan between teeth and tongue clashing

You did as instructed and propped yourself up on your elbows.

His mouth moved down to your neck, where he let out a hot breath as he pushed inside you.

The pace he began with was sinfuly slow, allowing you the time to take in every moment, every drag of his hips, every millimeter of him pushing slowly further inside you.

“Oh Matthew… oh fuck-” your words faultered as he finally picked up his pace

His tie tickled at your exposed sternum with every thrust. All you could do was wrap your arms around him and cling to him as he brought you to closer and closer to ecstasy.

The intoxicating aroma of your sex filling his dingey and moth-ball scented office was bringing him near to the edge sooner than he’d like. But he could sense you were close too.

A few more thrusts and you’d both be there.

And then he heard it.

The soft ding of the elevator. The familiar heartbeat of a particularly pushy student from his Civil Procedure class making her way down the hall towards his office. Then the smell hit his nose - oh god the smell - the cheap Victoria Secret body spray she doused herself and her assignments in.

He had explained to her on multiple occasions that she didn’t need to go to the library and print her assignments in braille, that submitting them via the online platform was perfectly fine; but she insisted on invading his nostrils with that stench and making more work for him to get her grades in. All in a pitiful attempt to seduce him. She was still a few doors down and that damn terrible body spray nearly drowned out the heavenly scent of you that was right in front of him.

Any moment she would reach his door and catch the two of you in this very compromising position.

He knew he should alert you, give you the time to make yourself at least look a little appropriate, but he couldn’t bear to pull himself from you.

Then he had a thought.

Oh this was too perfect - to have you in such a sinful manner and an opportunity to set some very clear boundaries for her and (he assumed she’d spread the word via the grapevine to her gaggle of giggling friends) any other student who thought they stood a chance.

And if there was ever anything that would be concrete proof to you that he’d never be interested in a student, purposefully getting caught would do it.

Fine. He was going to let this play out, he decided, not bothering to slow his pace as he continued to thrust inside you.

The footsteps got closer and he heard the distinct click and squeak of the door knob turning in it’s place.

His head was blocking your view of the door and he was pretty sure your eyes were closed as well. Anyway, you were too lost in fuck to notice as the door slowly open and the student peered into the room.

You didn’t notice her stand there for a moment and you didn’t notice her hands fly over her mouth in shock.

Matt couldn’t help but smirk into your neck. It was that moment that you chose to sink your teeth into his earlobe and growl in his ear.

“Say it, Matthew. Say that you’re mine.”

“Yours sweetheart. Only yours. Always.” he huffed in response

Oh she definitely heard that, he thought, picking up on the scurrying footsteps of his student making her way back down the hallway and disappearing into the night.

You tugged the hair at the nape of his neck, still blissfully unaware of what just occurred. The action pulled him back into the moment.

“Yours.” he repeated once more in a barely audible whisper

That was all it took.

Waves of fire washed over you as you reached your end, with Matt not far behind. A few more thrusts had him grunting and moaning into your neck as he spilled himself inside you.

He slowed his hips to nearly nothing and brought his head up to press his forehead to yours.

You both lingered, reveling in the moment.

He pressed a kiss to your temple as he slowly slid himself from inside you.

There was little strength left in your wobbly legs as he took a step back to allow you the space to stand.

You fumbled around the desk and retrieved your panties, shimmying them up your body before sliding your skirt back into place.

Matt placed his glasses on his face and felt for the braille watch on his wrist.

“Office hours are over. Let’s go get some dinner.”

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #marvel fic #fan fiction #daredevil smut #x reader #smut

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WonderPre ep 2 watched and oh man I love Iroha!

Couple things we learned: Komugi's ribbon has a new symbol on it, definitely to indicate her powers as a Precure. AND: the doggo now speaks in her dog form asfjhghsfkjf.

We also learned that Komugi was a rescued dog per say? Stray one? Like, Komugi found her all alone and scared, and took her to vetetarian? And slowly gained her trust but showing Komugi kindness and patience. Really, it truly made me adore Iroha, and understand why Komugi loves Iroha so.

Mayu also visited Iroha's family... store? I need to recheck what Iroha's family occupation was again, haha. But like, she found an accessory tha really fits Yuki. And, as Iroha's father pointed out: she clearly loves Yuki. Also, confirmed she's around same age as Iroha and Satoru.

Now, relating to Daifuku's backside... he indeed does not have a heart shape. Which makes me wonder what the point of the heart on both Komugi and Yuki's backhead is. As I would have assumed Daifuku to have one too.

Also, Iroha's dream reminds me too much of usual Pokémon protag dreams askfjhsfjfsskjff. Very wonderful (cough) dream of her!

Soo, Iroha was told to not tell anyone about Precures and Garugarus (that was actually named by Komugi. Not not an official name per say), but she really, really want to tell Satoru. Because she knows he could be of help. And the next bit is what made me really like Satoru too.

Bad screenshot timing but, he basically apologized for putting unneeded pressure on Iroha about the weird black colored creatures rumored to have appeared. Like, of course he wants to know, but he also clearly realises Iroha cannot tell him. At least yet. And he also assures that if she ever feels trouble, she can tell him. This is very sweet of him and I already can tell I'm gonna adore Iroha and Satoru dynamic.

Now, about Iroha's henshin to Cure Friendy: I thought it was way better than Komugi's. As in, the choreograph or however you wanna call the movement and happenings on the scene felt way more interesting and more fun to animate. Komugi felt a bit.... stiff? Not stiff as in bad animation but stiff in that, it was good animation but not a lot happened on the screen.

Like these parts are so darn lively with Iroha! And the transformation parts itself were so goooood, I really adore her.

I think she has a strong chance of joining my fav cures list as well.

AND, we got the usual "omg what is happening" scenario from her! Thou instead of high jumps it's high speed.

Y'know, the way her approach to helping the Garugaru is talking to it and introducing herself and keeping a calm, friendly voice of genuine wanting of helping is really adorable of her, and while it does seem like that, for now, the battles are more about helping the Garugaru to calm down, I'm liking this fresh change of battling. I'm sure that, once we get to know the truth behind garugaru's, things will change.

Next week, we'll be visiting Niko Garden and and I would assume that it is also when Satoru is clued in on everything, as he is finding the garugaru egg first before the girls this time around. Also, this garugaru is definitely the bunny from the poster and opening. Look at the jewel, it's different from others. I'm excited!

#aleira watches wonderpre #precure #pretty cure #wonderful precure #wonderpre spoilers #wan02 #discussions #screencaps #aleira caps #a. caps #long post

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I'm Going Freaky - Xikers Fanfiction

(AO3 Link) Pairing: Choi Sumin/Anonymus Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.8k Tags: Anonymus Sex, Glory Hole, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex Summary: Sumin goes to the rumored Glory Hole at Inkigayo. A/N: I wanted to write some shameless quick smut and friends voted for Sumin, so here we are. While I did write this with idols in mind, like for the ones that Sumin encounters in this fic, I delibrately kept it ambigious so you, dear reader, can imagine whoever you want. Either way, this is all about Sumin getting dick. Please enjoy <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The door creaked as if foreshadowing doom, opening up to a quiet and dark bathroom. Sumin fumbled for the lightswitch to at least feel a little less like he was stepping into a horror movie instead of a porn video. Then again, the only porn he had watched had worse lighting than a Batman movie, and was the reason he stuck to Hentai for his weekly jerk off session.

But jerking off got boring after a while. And that’s why he was here. In this deserted bathroom on the second floor of the Inkigayo building, the rumored place of many hook ups between idols and also one other thing.

Sumin slowly walked over to the last stall, hands squeezing into fists and loosening again to wipe sweat off his palms. He glanced at the mirrors as he passed, the question of why he was here again crossing his mind for a second, but the answer was pretty obvious. Jerking off was boring and Sumin hadn’t had any luck with other people recently. And so what better way to proceed was to go with an anonymous glory hole specifically for idols?

Sumin had heard about the hole before. When they had first debuted and got acquainted with other artists and the inevitable question of relationships came up. For the most part, it was a kind of rumor. A possibility of existing but no one in Sumin’s close proximity had the guts to confirm it.

Or so he thought, because it was Seonghwa who eventually mentioned that he had not only been to the bathroom, but also had been on both sides of the hole. Seonghwa had also immediately turned red and stuttered his way away from this topic, regretting that he ever said anything, but Sumin was solidly curious at that point. It didn’t leave his mind for a good two weeks and after the tenth Hentai manga he read involving a glory hole, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And so here he was, pushing open the door to either the best or worst idea he ever had. He thanked every god willing to listen that no one else was there yet. For once Sumin had changed clothes and wiped off his make-up quicker than his members, and now he had all the time in the world to get comfortable and calm down his nerves.

The door slipped shut behind him and he turned the lock, hands shaking. He wiped his palms on his shirt again, looking around.

His attention instantly zeroed in on the legend itself. The glory hole. Literally a hole, decently sized for any dick to go through and wrapped neatly with tape to cushion the edges. It was kind of underwhelming. Sumin wasn’t sure what he had expected. It was certainly close to whatever pictures he had in his mind, and yet so much more boring.

He used his jacket to kneel on - very reluctant advice from Seonghwa. The bathroom didn’t really smell like other bathrooms, which was nice. Biting citrus hung in the air and somewhere buried underneath was all the bad parts, but Sumin was too nervous to actually care much.

Every little noise had Sumin tense up. He shifted every few seconds, not sure how much time was passing, but he refused to look at his phone. Minjae had said that Sumin had an hour and he was determined to suck at least one dick in that time.

He was going to suck a stranger’s dick. What was he doing?

Sumin shook that thought off by slapping his cheeks. He knew exactly what he was doing, because oral sex was fun and it has been a while. The worse realization was actually that the dicks would not belong to strangers but other idols. No doubt sunbaenims. Sumin didn’t even need to understand math to be sure of that, and that’s all he would know, because it was all anonymous.

Maybe he could recognize them by voice. Maybe-

The front door clicked open. Sumin stiffened, eyes wide open as he stared at the hole. Footsteps grew closer way too quickly and a moment later, something black came into view in the other stall. A leg clad in tight jeans. It moved around a little, the stall door closed, and then the person cleared their throat.

“Ready, baby?” the man asked, voice a low hush.

A shiver chased down Sumin’s spine and he almost forgot he had to answer, but he was still rational enough to give a small noise of approval.

The stranger chuckled. A belt was opened, then a zipper. The man’s jeans dropped along his underwear, revealing the first glimpse of a thick shaft and unruly pubic hair. But there was no time to catch more as a big hand curled around the base of the cock and aimed the head down into the hole.

Sumin reflexively shuffled away as the growing erection slipped past the barrier, but he quickly drew closer again, drinking in the sight. It was kind of weird to just see the cock. As if there was no person attached, like a very realistic dildo built into the wall of the stalls. The shaft was insanely hot between Sumin’s fingers and while not very long, it had a good girth, with two prominent veins snaking underneath the skin.

Sumin dipped out his tongue and into the slit, shuddering with the overwhelming taste of salt. It was just skin, pre-cum not yet dripping, but Sumin was also hit with musk and sweat, seeping into his senses until he completely forgot his fried nerves.

With nowhere to look but the white wall, Sumin closed his eyes and resorted to imagining who could be on the other side. With every inch stretching his lips and dragging over his tongue another famous idol’s face flashed through his mind. He was sure that he had heard the voice before, but he seemed to have forgotten everything but the handsome faces of all the men Sumin looked up to.

Right before his lips met the taped edge, Sumin pulled back again. He pressed his palms on the wall for some support and sucked around the tip, tongue swirling right under the head. The stranger groaned and his cock twitched.

Sumin’s own dick strained against his pants already and he definitely would have been embarrassed how quick that was, but his mind was solely fixated on the weight on his tongue and trying to keep breathing through his nose. He did openly moan as he descended back down the cock, sucking until his cheeks hollowed out.

Another groan filled the room, followed by a fist banging on the wall. Sumin twitched in surprise and almost bit down, but stopped himself last second and pulled off the dick instead. The shaft glistened with a layer of spit and Sumin opted to curl his hand back around, jerking the cock with quick twists of his wrist and squeezing fingers.

“Is it good?” Sumin asked carefully.

“Yes, baby. So fucking good.”

Sumin smiled, cheeks warm.

He kept up his slow back and forth for a good minute or so, using his tongue when only the tip stretched his lips. The man on the other side didn’t complain once, only giving small noises every now and then. At one point he jerked his hips, but Sumin took the thrust like a pro, even deliberately moaning to get the stranger to do it again.

As the man repeated the motion over and over, Sumin fell into the same rhythm. He met the cock midway each thrust and they easily both picked up pace until the man was basically fucking the hole along with Sumin’s mouth. The stalls rattled and when Sumin opened his eyes he caught sight of fingers gripping the top of the wall separating them.

Soon, the thrusts stuttered, losing in strength. Sumin sucked and sucked, pre-cum staining his tongue each time the cock pulled back. At some point the man stopped, groaning so deep that it shook Sumin to the bones. A moment later, cum flooded his mouth and he just kept sucking, milking and swallowing every last drop.

The cock slipped from his lips with a wet pop and a thin string of drool connected them, stretching until it snapped. Sumin took a deep breath, blinking through the haze. His own erection throbbed and he had to actually dig the heel of his hand into his crotch, easing the tension at least a little.

“Thanks, baby,” the man said, and left the stall.

And Sumin still had no idea who he was. He had a theory at best. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was sure, but it probably wouldn’t fully dawn on him until later in bed. In the moment, Sumin was more occupied with savoring the lingering taste and also pondering if he should masturbate or not.

He decided no when another person entered the stall. Same procedure, except this guy didn’t say a single word. Fine by Sumin. The new cock was really pretty with the slight curve and cut foreskin, inviting Sumin to dig in right away even without any outstanding size.

The second person stayed quiet except for some little whines and muffled moans, but none of them clear enough to get any idea who it could be. He sounded cute though. More feminine than the first, and Sumin couldn’t help but imagine Seonghwa in the place, because that was exactly how he imagined his hyung to sound like.

This guy also didn’t really add anything to the blowjob, but that didn’t bother Sumin. He was happy to take it at his own pace and indulge by not just sucking and swallowing, but also by using his tongue more. Every now and then he pulled off the lick along the shaft or dip into the slit, solely focusing on tasting the precum that freely dripped like a leaking faucet.

Sumin kept one hand on the stall wall again, but his other hand squeezed around his own cock. He was so hard and heat creeped under his skin. There was sweat gathering under his clothes, his guts twisting with each slide of the stranger’s dick over Sumin’s tongue.

“C-close,” the man groaned, too muffled to really pick up the voice enough, but Sumin at least understood what was being said.

Sumin dove back in and sucked the tip between his lips. He brought his hand from his own crotch up to curl around the bare shaft, pumping up and down the minimal space available between Sumin’s mouth and the edge of the hole. The cock throbbed and twitched, drooling more precum.

One swipe of Sumin’s tongue over the head was the cherry on top. The stranger came with no noise, but hips jerked back. His cock slipped from Sumin’s mouth in the process and spilled cum over plush lips. Sumin startled with the sudden change, ducking away from the hot liquid, but only ended up with more of it decorating his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

The man on the other side released a shaky breath of relief. Sumin swore he caught a mumbled “Thank you” before the stranger left, but his focus was on the cum slowly running down his skin.

Sumin scrunched up his nose. It didn’t smell, but the cum was rapidly cooling and started to feel more like glue. Still, Sumin left it there. He could have used some toilet paper to wipe it off and later in bed he would definitely feel disgusted at himself for not doing exactly that, but there was something weirdly exciting about it all.

Sumin would have paid to have someone call him a dirty slut or something for sitting there at a glory hole, in a public bathroom, with cum on his face. In a good Hentai that would be the moment the protagonist realized they’re enjoying it. Sumin had realized that after the first dick, but it certainly helped decide that this, in fact, was one of his best ideas ever.

Another person came, but quickly left again. Sumin assumed it was someone who would have loved to take his place and he couldn’t help but pride himself in the fact that he was here first. But it also reminded him of how long he had already been sitting there. He wasn’t entirely sure how long exactly and he was afraid of looking at the time, relying purely on the timer he put in earlier, but he did use the moment to stretch his legs.

His knees ached and he was still hard. For a moment he just sat on the toilet seat, wondering if he should jerk off before the next person came. If there was another person. He hoped there was one more. It was surely more fun to masturbate while sucking someone off.

And like the universe heard his prayer, the bathroom door opened again. Sumin held his breath and slowly slipped back down on the floor, eyes stuck on the little space underneath the stalls to see if he could see the person. A pair of combat boots appeared right in the middle of Sumin’s stall and the one next to his.

The person seemed to be waiting for something. Or maybe he was thinking. Sumin cleared his throat just to give a sign that he was in here.

The stranger chuckled.

“I wonder if we have met before,” he said, his voice like a cat purring.

Sumin shivered. “Probably.”

“You sound cute.” The man moved into the stall and in front of the hole. “Do you also look cute?”

“I…I think so?”

Another laugh, almost mocking. “Can you even think all that much, angel?”

Sumin swallowed and squeezed his cock, whimpering with the sliver of pleasure the contact provided.

“It’s okay, angel,” the man cooed, “just open your mouth and let me fuck your throat.”

“O-okay.”

Sumin could do that.

He shuffled closer, putting his palms back on the wall. While it felt weird, Sumin leaned in and opened his mouth like he was told to, lips almost touching the edges of the hole. It only took a few seconds before the tip of the new cock kissed Sumin’s tongue. The first thing Sumin realized was this guy was much bigger than the other two. Definitely in girth and no doubt in length as well.

And as the man slowly fed inch after inch into Sumin’s mouth, stretching his lips to the limit of comfortable, an overwhelming rush of excitement shook through Sumin’s body. His fingers curled against the wall, nails dragging over the metal, and his eyes fluttered shut. The cock flattened his tongue and there was a distinct taste of something fruity. Like the shaft had been covered in something right before.

“There you go, angel, so fucking good,” the man groaned, bucking his hips, burying the rest of his cock.

Sumin choked and reflexively pulled back. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, erection begging to be let out of his pants.

“Too much?” the man asked, tone amused.

Sumin slowly shook his head. He could do this, he had to. When would be the next opportunity to suck a dick this big?

So Sumin bopped his head back down, but was quickly met with his limit once more. This time he was prepared and only pulled back as far as he needed to breathe. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Sumin tried again, swallowing against his own gag reflex.

Except he couldn’t really swallow around the intrusion. Drool pooled around the cock, so much that it bubbled out from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin. So much of it coated the shaft as Sumin lifted his head again, enough that it was running down the wall of the stall.

The man on the other side sighed, satisfaction coating the edges, but also a mocking boredom.

“You’re so slow, angel. Is it that difficult?”

Sumin whimpered around the thick cock and popped off the head with a disgusting wet sound. More drool spilled over his bottom lip, down his skin, and he desperately swallowed. He wiped at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking in a deep breath.

“Can’t talk anymore?” the man asked.

Heat creeped into Sumin’s cheeks and he ducked his head. “No? I- I just… it’s so big…”

“Having a hard time?”

“Y-yes…”

The man hummed. “This might be a bit of a bold request, but can I come into your stall and fuck you properly?”

Sumin choked on his next breath, falling into a whole coughing fit. Every muscle inside of him tensed up and his eyes widened, cock twitching with interest. This was real. This had to be real. Sumin begged the universe that it was real.

“Yes! Y-yes, it’s fine. You can… I’ll open the door.”

Sumin scrambled to his feet and unlocked the stall, but didn’t dare actually open the door. He just sat down on the toilet again, watching the boots move from stall to stall. The hinges creaked and the view opened up to long legs in blue jeans, the beginnings of a loose shirt halfway tucked into the pants-

Sumin squeezed his eyes shut. The man laughed.

“Don’t wanna see me?”

Sumin shook his head.

“Is it more exciting if you don’t know?”

“Yes.”

As much as Sumin wanted to know, to have those bragging rights to his friends that this and that famous idol fucked him, there was also a sort of satisfaction in being able to imagine. The possibility of Sumin being disappointed with who he got dicked down by was slim, but not zero.

The boots squeaked on the floor and the lock of the door clicked close again, chasing a shiver down Sumin’s spine. Radiating body heat and the faint smell of cologne was all Sumin had to know that the man was standing right in front of him.

“You really are fucking cute. I like the green hair.”

Fingertips brushed along Sumin’s jaw. He shuddered, hands tightening their grip on the toilet seat. His nerves were fried and somewhere in the back of his mind Sumin wondered how smart this was, letting a stranger get so close, letting a stranger outright fuck him.

But at this point, all Sumin knew was the desperation to cum and the fingers touching his face, his neck, dipping past the collar of his hoodie and leaving an invisible trail over Sumin’s collarbones.

One hand cupped Sumin’s cheek and a thumb brushed over some of the dried cum.

“Such a dirty boy, but still a pretty angel.”

The thumb wandered lower, pushing into Sumin’s bottom lip. His lips were probably swollen and red, they definitely felt like it, and Sumin indulged in the small bliss of remembering how the first guy fucked his mouth. He had kinda hoped the third would also do that, but now he was promised something even better.

As the thumb slipped deeper into Sumin’s mouth, Sumin opened up, tongue flicking against the invading finger. Immediately, the grip on his face changed to a tight hold on his chin. The thumb pressed down on his tongue, forcing his mouth to open wider. This way, Sumin was once again struggling to swallow, and drool collected around the thumb.

“You’re so lucky, angel,” the man purred, “just earlier I fucked someone else and I still have some lube left.”

Sumin moaned, heart fluttering. He wasn’t even embarrassed when the hold on his jaw loosened and he could actually close his mouth, and the first thing he did was envelop the thumb with his lips and suck on it. The guy was definitely wearing nail polish and Sumin was impressed at how smooth the paint was as his tongue dragged over the nail.

But then the man pulled away and clicked his tongue.

“I could watch all day, but unfortunately I don’t have the time. So why don’t you pull down your pants and bend over for me?”

Sumin didn’t have to be told twice. He did fumble in the minimal space and with his eyes still closed, but eventually got himself in position. With his pants and underwear pooled around his knees, hoodie the only thing covering most of his ass, Sumin knelt on the toilet seat. He crossed his arms on the tank and buried his face into his sleeves, still damp with spit.

Fingers trailed the curve of both of Sumin’s thighs up to his hips, pushing the hoodie until the bottom sat around his waist. Cool air brushed over skin and Sumin shivered, but it did nothing to cool the heat buzzing in his veins and twisting his guts.

“Just relax, angel,” the man said, one hand settling on Sumin’s right cheek. The long fingers squeezed around the supple meat there and the edges of multiple rings dug deep into skin, no doubt leaving marks.

At the same time, Sumin caught the click of a bottle being opened. The faint scent of something fruity filled the space and the man’s hand slipped away. A moment later, the fingers came back, but this time finding their way between Sumin’s cheeks. One fingertip dipped right into the tight hole and Sumin twitched with a rush of surprise.

“So sensitive. Still want it?” the man asked.

Sumin quickly nodded. He would have begged if he could, but just thinking about forming a coherent sentence seemed impossible. Whatever nonsense he would have spilled if he tried to talk would have been even more embarrassing anyway.

The finger rubbed around the tight rim, pushing right into the middle, then soothing it again with a sort of massage. Sumin focused on breathing, inhaling, exhaling, all while his cock throbbed between his legs and drooled all over the porcelain.

For a moment, the hand pulled away, coming back with even more lube. When the man tried again to breach Sumin’s hole, he succeeded, finger slipping in like a hot knife through butter. A small groan was pushed from deep within Sumin’s chest and he bit down on his sleeve. The cotton was disgusting, especially with how much spit was already soaked in there, but the way Sumin’s noises echoed in the bathroom reminded him of how much shame he would inevitably feel later.

With the first finger inside, it was smooth sailing from there. The second digit didn’t wait long and with the third there was a tangible stretch that didn’t just feel strange, but actually held some pleasure. It helped when the fingers thrusted as deep as they could and the tip of the longest finger brushed that part inside Sumin that had his whole body jerking with a wave of pure unfiltered pleasure.

“Look at you, angel,” the man whispered, more to himself than anything else, “taking it so well.”

“P-please,” Sumin choked out.

Desperation clawed deep in his stomach and the urge to touch himself once again pushed itself to the front, but Sumin tightened his grips on his own biceps and just weakly wiggled his butt. He wanted more, needed more, but words didn’t seem enough to articulate that.

The man understood regardless. With one more thrust, he yanked his fingers out. A little ruthless, but it punched another moan from Sumin’s throat and he actually felt dizzy for a moment. It was so hard to keep up that when the tip of the man’s cock kissed his hole, Sumin actually peeked over his shoulder to see if this was really happening.

And it was.

Big hands gripped Sumin’s hips tightly, nails digging hard enough that it would leave bruises. Before Sumin could accidentally glance up at the man’s face, his hole was breached by a new intrusion, stretching the rim to the limit and leaving Sumin reeling. His whole body seized up and his orgasm burned him from deep within before he could even comprehend that he was cumming at all.

Sumin sucked in a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering. His thighs twitched and his teeth clenched so hard around his hoodie sleeve that he should have been scared about breaking a tooth.

But then the man pushed his cock deeper and any thought melted away. All there was, was the way Sumin’s insides stretched and molded around the thick shaft, taking inch after inch way too slow and also way too fast. Everything was hot and Sumin was so full, only getting fuller by the second.

“So fucking tight,” the man groaned, finally bottoming out.

Sumin trembled with the lingering high of his first orgasm and the resulting overstimulation. His cock was already hard again, or still hard? He wasn’t sure. But he was ready for more, ready for whatever his sunbaenim - hopefully sunbaenim - would give him.

“Please…hyung…” Sumin whimpered, blinking against tears.

“Oh angel, you sound so sweet. I could eat you up right now.”

“Please please-” Sumin gasped as the man jerked his hips once. “Please, hyung!”

“You need it that badly?”

“Y-yes! Yes yes yes”-

A loud, shameless moan ripped from Sumin’s throat at a harsh thrust. Another thrust pushed his mind back into a dizzying haze. Again and again, the man fucked into him, rapidly picking up speed like he also was impatient and desperate.

Sumin buried his face back into the crook of his elbow, biting his bottom lip to keep muffling high pitched and breathy noises. His cock was back to drooling over the toilet seat and his legs definitely hurt at this point, knees aching and thighs too tense, but the pleasure sparking in every crevice of his body drowned out any discomfort.

The man was merciless in his chase, his grip even tighter. There was no way Sumin wouldn’t be bruised in the morning and he couldn’t wait to see it, be reminded of how hard and deep he was fucked. By a big cock of an idol he didn’t know. It would haunt him for weeks, maybe months, until the next opportunity came for Sumin to indulge like this.

As the thrusts turned sloppy, losing rhythm but not speed, fingers tangled into Sumin’s hair and tugged him back, tugging until his back met the man’s chest. While the hand in his hair slipped down to grip his jaw, the man’s other arm snaked around Sumin’s waist to keep him upright.

“Fuck, I could fuck your tight little hole all day, angel,” the man growled right Sumin’s ear.

“P-please do, hyung~”

“You would like that? You wanna be my cocksleeve?”

Sumin dumbly nodded. It was all he could, tongue feeling thick and throat too dry. Talking was difficult and his brain barely comprehended the words anyway.

With the hand on Sumin’s jaw, the man turned his head. Sumin tried to keep his eyes closed, but there were so many tears, he blinked out of sheer reflex, and just before their lips met, Sumin caught a glimpse of a familiar face. His surprised gasp was swallowed up by the man’s greedy mouth.

Tongues slipped together. Teeth nipped at lips. Noises and spit spilled between them, hot breaths mingling in the air. All while the man continued to drill into Sumin’s hole, practically bouncing him on his cock in this position. Sweat stuck to their skin and both found themselves desperate, moaning and kissing and biting like animals.

The last push Sumin needed was the hand around his throat tightening. It barely cut off his air, yet, a wave of molten pleasure crashed over him and he crumbled apart like burned wood. More cum spilled over the porcelain, some catching on Sumin’s thighs. His hole clenched around the cock and the man pulled away from the kiss, leaving Sumin to freely moan and whimper with the haze of another orgasm.

The man thrusted once, twice, burying himself to the hilt and then stopping. Another kind of heat spread in Sumin’s guts and he twitched with one last spark of energy before falling limp in the other idol’s strong arms.

They slowly and carefully peeled apart. The man helped Sumin get dressed again and cleaned everything up, all while whispering sweet nothings, too many compliments to remember. But Sumin was hyper aware of the gentle touches and kisses, the way he was treated like fragile glass.

Everything inside him screamed to just look and see who was so nice, but Sumin kinda already knew. The small glimpse earlier had revealed everything. But also, he couldn’t have opened his eyes even if he wanted to. He was so tired and needed at least ten minutes to recover.

Sumin leaned back against the toilet tank and just listened to the man shuffling to probably get himself adjusted as well. Fingers brushed over his forehead, tugging some loose strands behind his ear. Sumin instinctively leaned into the touch and the man chuckled softly, almost fondly.

“Let’s have some fun again, angel.”

Sumin meekly nodded. “Sure.”

“Maybe next time you’ll actually look at me, Sumin-ah~”

#xikers fanfiction #xikers smut #sumin fanfiction #sumin smut #fanfiction #smut

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rosemoldaver · 3 months

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Back on Tuesday when episode 4 dropped I had some thoughts about how the "fears" are going to work in this universe. Personally I'm operating under the belief that these are the same entities that could have been destroyed in the TMA universe and got pulled into this new one, but as many have already stated, that doesn't mean they have to be (and at this point I'm thinking definitely are not) the "fears" as we know them.

Something I keep coming back to is Leitner's talk of an eye a hand and a boot attacking an anthill and the ants not perceiving that it was all attacked to one larger assailant. This was about the avatars, but considering we have so little confirmed about what the entities we used to call the fears actually are, and considering the eyepocolypse couldn't happen without all of them coming through... what if this time, it's all one big horrible thing? Or, more accurately, to some degree, always has been? Obviously they can't be one individual as we perceive the concept of a singular individual otherwise the Web wouldn't have defected and there wouldn't have been a power structure with the eye, but off the hand I think of like organs in a single body, like the eye became the brain and the Web's shenanigans was liver failure.

Part of what supports that for me is the guy who gave the narrator the violin. The violin itself has obvious slaughter vibes. The man who gave it to him felt very beholding. And he also had a bag of various artifacts that could have done things that we'd associate with certain fears the way we knew them in TMA. Sure, he could just be a Leitner/Salesa, collecting various artifacts related to the powers, but the thing that sets this guy apart of from those two is that they never handed them out. So far, like the post I just reblogged before typing this one said, the cases don't come off like there's much fear involved, or at least they don't end in a place of fear. My sort of whackadoo theory right now is that what happened in the TMA universe has educated these entities (or possibly entity) in some way on what needs to be done in order for them to cross the threshold and take over their new reality like they did previously. Assuming they're capable of learning that is, and I know some things in TMA sort of seemed to imply they're not (but in my mind it's more like huge portions of their existence aren't perceivable to us and likewise much of ours fly under their radar and so I think they could have gathered something, just not anything that would have been perceptible enough for any of us or the characters to understand.) I mean, if you think about how fumbling the attempts for them to cross through were, and the way someone who was essentially human had to be the one to figure it all out (and took thousands of years to do so and let's face it got REALLY lucky that everything finally went his way like if you think about all of the things that could have gone wrong for Jonah, how many times Jon could have died, how many times the next 100 Jons would have to be put in a situation where they could die. The chances of him actually winning were so fucking slim, it was a tough order and he delivered and who's to say anyone would be able to again) and open the right door you'd think they'd be inclined to overhaul their methods. I think the entities still feed on fear, but I think they want the same thing it had before, it's done settling for scraps. I think when it was defeated and sent to live on the outskirts again it got a little pissed off, and I think it's going for a different approach to try and make that happen again. Obviously I might be humanizing the Things too much, I probably am, but I'm also kind of like... if they have manifested in a completely different way in this universe made up of the same meat sacks as the last one, like not just different "categorizations" and "presentations" but different motivations and focuses... it seems like it could be due to it learning from experience. Which is nice and terrifying :-). Another thing I think a lot about is how the fuck would any other power winning have worked in the TMA universe? The eye worked because it wanted to see everyone's suffering, it let the other fears do their dirty work because it wanted to watch. If any other fear had taken the lead, how would the others have functioned? The end probably would have accelerated the death of all of them just like Oli's s5 musings went on about, and the rest would have done some crazy shit making no room for anyone else's priorities because they have no reason to. There's a reason the brain has to be in charge, maybe Jonah Magnus even knew that and it's why he settled on beholding?

#the magnus protocol #i had to get this off my chest #tmagp

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cloudynyims · 4 months

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A story of a little borrower who has lived in AFC Richmond since Jamie joined the team(the first time). It takes place a little bit after he leaves and returns to AFC Richmond (yknow, once he’s had some character development). Please excuse how it begins abruptly. Also, the team knows about the borrower. Well, except Jamie. (Can you tell who’s asks I’ve been reading too many of?) about 2.4k words!

Things had been rough since Jamie returned to AFC Richmond. Their open lifestyle with the team abruptly halted. They still remembered the day he came back.

They were waiting in the locker room for the team to finish training. If they weren’t watching the practice with Ted, they waited near Sam’s locker. Sam was always kind and respectful toward them, regardless of what happened on the pitch. However, this time he walked in, he seemed nervous about something.

“Sam, what’s—“

“You need to get out of here. Now,” He interrupted. They froze, as Sam never acted like this. He immediately noticed the effect it had on them and sighed, lowering his tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out like that. But there isn’t much time. Jamie’s back; he’ll be in here any minute. We can talk tomorrow, okay? But you have to go.”

Sam, the team, and the borrower all knew that Jamie finding them would be a terrible idea. They nodded and promptly climbed down the bench to the floor. Wasting no time, they sprinted back into their hole in the walls. Once they were safe, they listened, waiting until they heard Jamie’s voice, confirming the unthinkable. So it was true.

Their mind swirled with conflicting emotions at that moment. Jamie, the one person on the team they thought was gone for good, was back. And probably no different than before, judging by what Isaac had told them about Jamie’s whereabouts since he left Richmond. Apparently, he was on some reality show that got him kicked off of Manchester City. And now he was back here.

A pit formed in their stomach thinking about the last few months. Not having to hide around, not being scared for their life, and not being worried about being vigilant 24/7 were luxuries they had come to enjoy under the care of the team. Now it felt like they were returning back to before. Before the team found them and while Jamie was still here. A life of fear, sleepless nights, and constant anxiety.

That was about a month ago, and they still were petrified of him, just from everything they heard. From that day onward, they were usually on Roy’s person at all times. The team came to the consensus that they didn’t even want Jamie to know the borrower existed, which they were perfectly fine with. So, they spent a lot of time around Roy, because Roy only put up with Jamie when it was absolutely necessary.

Getting used to Roy was a learning curve in itself, considering how protective he was. They were often in his pocket while he coached, just so he could ensure that they were safe. Not that they minded, they just missed their autonomy. Frankly, they hadn’t had much freedom or relaxation since Jamie came back. Everyone wanted to keep them out of his hands, so they weren’t roaming around like they used to do when they were bored.

On another note, they had been in Roy’s pocket a few times when he and Jamie argued. It was unpleasant, to say the least, and the duo always were arguing over nothing. They both spoke way too loud, and the poor borrower's ears always rang for a little bit afterward. Roy usually deaded the conversation pretty quickly when he finally remembered they were with him. Even still, these were some of their only impressions of Jamie, which did not counteract their initial wariness around him.

They were already skeptical of Jamie, even before the team found them. So, after they got comfortable with players, the borrower asked what they all thought of Jamie. Sam had told them a little about what it was like having him as a teammate. Isaac and Colin filled them in on how he treated them, and even Dani had something to say about Jamie as a teammate. Roy, obviously, hated Jamie’s guts, but his criticisms were backed up (for the most part) by the team. None of the reviews were strikingly positive. All of these different and consistent stories solidified their opinion that Jamie was not someone to be found by.

The team only managed to keep them hidden from him for a month or two. One day after practice, Ted called the coaching staff in for a meeting in his office. Roy left them in his office, assuming they wanted some time out of his pocket. He was correct. “Stay right here, Ted wants me for a quick meeting in his office,” Roy said gruffly.

“I’m not a child, Roy. I can go where I like,” They stated, knowing that they wouldn’t leave of their own accord anyway.

Roy rolled his eyes and started walking toward Ted’s office. “I mean it. I don’t want that prick to find you,” He said over his shoulder before closing the door to his office. And so, they sat contentedly on Roy’s desk, waiting for him to return from that meeting with Ted.

With nothing better to do, they listened as the team filed into the locker room. The team were slightly more lively than usual, so it must’ve been a good day on the pitch. It made the borrower miss the times when they would watch the team practice from Ted’s shoulder. They saw a new side of the team that they never knew when they lived in the walls. They saw the one passion they all shared for football.

The room suddenly became tense, and they could only imagine that Jamie walked in. The team still wasn’t very fond of him. Curiosity was testing them, and they wanted to peek out the window but remained on Roy’s desk. They were still curious, but they didn’t want Jamie to see them. Jamie would never willingly visit Roy, as far as they were concerned. So, being in Roy's office was the safest place for them.

One could imagine their surprise when a few moments later, Jamie sauntered into the room.

“Roy? Where are you, mate? Just want to have a little chat with you, is all,” Jamie said as he leaned against the doorframe of the office. They froze. They weren’t exactly in his line of sight, but they were definitely visible. They watched, eyes wide, as Jamie waited for a response that didn’t come.

“Fucking hell, I don’t have time to wait around for that bastard,” Jamie muttered under his breath before inviting himself into the room. He glanced around at the various shelves in the office as he slowly walked in. “Won’t even coach me, the ass.” Clearly, Jamie wasn’t in the best mood. Or, he could just be unhappy with Roy. Both were fair guesses.

But it didn’t matter to them, because they were on the verge of being seen. By Jamie Tartt. Jamie wasn’t the tallest on the team, but his presence seemed so large at that moment. Thinking quickly, they ran behind Roy’s coffee cup and sat behind it, trying to catch their breath. They had never been this close to him before, and it was terrifying.

Jamie looked around the office space. It was pretty barren of any decorations, so characteristic of Roy. If he was going to wait for Roy to come back from wherever he was, he might as well make himself comfortable. With a sigh, he plopped himself down on Roy’s desk chair.

He aimlessly swiveled in the chair as he looked around. He leafed through a few of the papers on Roy’s desk before getting bored. He then started drawing on the whiteboard but quickly got tired of that as well and resigned to doing nothing.

Jamie was about to pull out his phone when he noticed the coffee cup on the desk. An idea came to his head. What better way to mess with Roy than to finish off his drink? Was it a good idea considering Jamie came to talk to Roy about coaching him? No, but it was too golden of an opportunity for him to pass up.

With a smirk, Jamie grabbed the cup, and they watched in dismay as their hiding spot was easily lifted away. They were rooted to the spot. They couldn’t move. Jamie was going to see them, and there was no avoiding it. Their mind was telling them to run, but their body wouldn’t listen. They could only watch.

Jamie, on the other hand, wasn’t paying attention. He took a long sip of the coffee only to nearly spit it back out. “Of course, he would drink straight black coffee,” Jamie scoffed. As he went to return the cup to its original position, he locked eyes with them.

Their mind raced; their heart pounded. Time was at a standstill. They didn’t want to look up at him, but they also couldn’t tear their eyes away. Everything the players had ever told them about Jamie came rushing to the forefront of their brain.

“No teammate has ever made me feel as bad about myself as Jamie did.”

Sam’s words specifically echoed in their head, along with their panicked thoughts. With all of these swirling in their head, they could barely pay attention to what was going on. He was just so huge. They had grown used to feeling small since being acquainted with the team, but the unease of it all resurfaced tenfold. They had deja vu from the day the team first found me.

Jamie just… looked at them. His expression was one of confusion, then it morphed into disbelief, and finally curiosity. He blinked a few times as if he was trying to convince himself that they were real. Slowly, he set the cup on a different part of the desk without taking his eyes off them. Now they had his full attention. They shuddered involuntarily.

“What the fuck…” Jamie trailed off. As he gazed at them, he leaned a little closer. His lips were slightly parted in awe, and they could barely feel the breath of his exhales. “You’re just a tiny little thing, aren’t you?” He whispered. If they weren’t so terrified, they would’ve noticed how quiet his voice was.

They caught sight of movement out of the corner of their eye but didn’t react quickly enough. They could only flinch back as Jamie moved his hand. They tensed up and squeezed their eyes shut, anticipating the unpleasant, sinking feeling of getting picked up against their will. They felt nothing. They peeked up to find that his hand stopped right next to them. “You’re smaller than me hand,” he marveled, still in awe of the fact that they existed.

Jamie frowned, seemingly confused as they shrunk away from his hand. Their reaction prompted him to really look at them, to take in all the emotions littered across their face. “You’re shaking. Are you alright?” In truth, They hadn’t even noticed when they began trembling. But Jamie was starting to see all of their anxious habits: from how they had barely moved since he saw them to how their eyes darted around, searching for an escape.

They couldn’t even form the words to respond; all that escaped was a sharp inhale. Their throat felt tight from the trepidation of the moment. Their body wouldn’t listen to them, even though they desperately wanted to run far, far away. Their silence seemed to perplex Jamie further. If he kept asking questions, there would be a point that they would have to respond. There was no other way out of this scenario.

His voice dragged them out of their thoughts. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” he said, looking a little bashful. “You… you can understand me, yeah?” They barely nodded, finally giving him a semblance of an answer. He sighed with a gentle smile. “That’s good. If… if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here? In the club, I mean.”

There was a beat of silence. They knew they had to talk to him at some point. They took a deep breath, trying to calm their nerves. “I’m… waiting for Roy,” They mumbled, staring at their hands. Jamie couldn’t suppress a smile as he heard them speak for the first time. Such a tiny voice that fits them so perfectly. A part of him was still in disbelief that someone so small existed. Then he registered what they said.

“You’re waiting for— You know Roy Kent?” His voice rose a bit, filled with disbelief. They nodded and backed up a few steps, growing a little more nervous. Jamie noticed and immediately softened his expression. Roy wasn’t his favorite person, but he knew had to curb his distaste for their sake. Clearly, it was making them nervous. Given how they were acting around him, he could rightfully assume that they were more comfortable with Roy.

“Does anyone else know that you’re here?” He asked, keeping his voice soft.

They nodded but hesitated before answering, wondering how he would take the answer. “Um… the rest of the team knows,” they said, purposefully avoiding his eyes that were trained on them.

Jamie sat back in the chair, thinking for a moment. After a bit, he finally spoke. “So, everyone on the team knows about you, except me.” He stated, mostly to himself. “And you’ve been here for how long?”

“Three years, b-but the team only found me last season,” was their barely audible response.

Jamie was sort of frustrated. He knew earning the team’s trust would be difficult, but for them to hide something like this from him was a low blow. To think that his teammates thought he’d possibly hurt them was the reason they never told him. Jamie knew he hadn’t been the best teammate in the past but, this hurt.

Then he looked back down at them again. They had not only spent the last season with the team but also lived in the club for two seasons before that. His heart twinged as he imagined how terrifying he must be to them. They had seen him at his best and worst. He could see that even though they were talking to him and being somewhat cooperative, they was beyond uncomfortable.

Their hands were winding around each other in a nervous fray; their body and muscles were tense, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. Jamie ran his hands through his hair, contemplating his next words.

“I’m gonna go,” Jamie began. He could tell that they perked up at those words, but swallowed his pride and continued. “I can talk to Roy later. I don’t want to make you any more uncomfortable than I have. But, I want you to know that I would never hurt you, yeah?”

They tilted their head and nodded warily. “Good.” True to his word, Jamie stood up and made his way to the door. “Cheers.” He walked out of the room, leaving them more confused than anything.

this is heavily unedited so if there are any typos plz let me know :) also, this will probably have a part 2 BUT don't expect it in a timely manner unfortunately. this took me way too long to write argh.

#giant tiny #g/t #giant/tiny #borrower #g/t writing #ted lasso g/t #jamie tartt x reader #listen i will resolve it eventually #i have this strange hc that roy drinks straight black coffee #s3 jamie go brrrr #love this show and the g/t thoughts it brings me #first fic in a while my goodness

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Solarpunk-Review: Soylent Green is People! by Carlos Orsi

Preface: I asked a couple of months ago, whether people would be interested to read reviews of different Solarpunk shortstories, given that I have collected quite a few Solarpunk anthologies. And several people said, they were. (Shoutout to @solarpunkpresentspodcast!) Hence I am going to start posting a review once or twice a week now. I will start by reviewing the stories from Solarpunk: Ecological and Fantastical Stories in a Sustainable world, given that this anthology is very much part of the beginning of Solarpunk as a genre. Though this means too, that certain ideas of Solarpunk might not be quite as thought through yet.

Summary

The nameless protagonist is a private detective. When a well-known and rich engineer dies by suicide and his mother disappears, several people want to either see the mother found or the death confirmed. After all, there is a considerable heritage to speak about. A heritage that both the engineer's girlfriend, and the mother's church want to lay claim to.

General Review

As it is so often with detective stories that hinge on a big mystery, it is quite hard to review this story, without going too far into spoiler territory. And given this story relies on the central mystery to keep you going (especially as it is fairly long for a short story), I will not spoil it.

It was kinda funny how this story very much did feel like a noir story, though I might note that I really could have done without the attractiveness of female characters being a topic that somehow had to be brought up against and again throughout this story. And while the female characters were not exactly sexualized, with each of them (even the missing 90yo mother) attractiveness was a thing that was brought out.

The mystery itself worked really good though. I was invested in it and the final twist was a good one, that I quite enjoyed. Now, I could point out one major plothole in there - but it is not one that I can talk about without spoiling the story. So just know: Something about the end of the story leaves open a big plothole that to me was not properly answered.

The Solarpunk Factor

Let me talk about the aspect, that I want to bring up in all of these reviews: How Solarpunk is this story?

And honestly, to me the point where it lost me in this regard is the very beginning, where the story brings up that the missing mother was disabled, and it goes: "Could you believe that? She totally chose to be disabled!!!" Because we quickly learn, that basically in this world nobody really is disabled, given that with cybertech and genetech most disabilities have been healed. And while the story at times feels at least somewhat critical of this societal pressure to get yourself cured - and also have your looks changed through genetech - it was this fact that really did not make this story feel Solarpunk to me.

Honestly, in general I got to say that for several reasons (some of which again are very essential to the reveal, hence I will not spoil them) this story felt as if it was set more in a very eco-friendly biopunk world, rather than anything I would consider actually Solarpunk. Partly, too, because we also quickly learn that this world is definitely one of capitalism still.

#solarpunk #solarpunk review #short stories #short story review #anthology #science fiction #biopunk #cyberpunk

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A randomly updated list of plot elements and theories that run wild in my head

The following is a list of BNHA plot elements, in no specific order, that are still unresolved at current chapter (or, at least, that I consider unresolved).

This post is totally open to suggestion :D

I plan to update it whenever I feel ;)

Enjoy!

PS - I finally found a title for this little product of mine, yay :)

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Current last chapter:

413

HIGH PRIORITY:

1. How did Shigaraki solve to put Star and Stripe's quirk "New Order" under control? > Solved in vol. 34: New Order dissolved on itself but it caused Tenko to regain some level of consciousness > And in chapter 413 S&S's embers in AFO were able to reach both All Might itself and Yagi's vestige to let them know about the only weakness existing in Shigaraki, and I LOVE this turn of events.

2. Why did AFO do all of this? What are his reasons and origin? > We got his reasons in chapters 407-408 but I'm not totally convinced that he chose an apprentice just for the sake of having a new body

3. Will Deku be able to reach Tenko?

4. Who is going to survive? At the moment I think these are the name at risk right now:

. Bakugo > confirmed alive in 403 . All Might > still alive in 404, confirmed alive in 405 . Toga . Dabi . Hawks . Endevour . Edgeshot > still alive in 405 . Fat Gum

6. What is Ojiro's, Sato's and Sero's whereabout?

7. What is Eraserhead, Present Mic and Kurogiri's whereabout?

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OPTIONAL STUFF

1. How was it possible for Yoichi to pass OFA to the second user? (i.e. how did he realize that he could pass his quirk?) > I'm not crossing this one out for we still don't have an explanation from Yoichi's perspective; however in chapter 408 is suggested that it happened the day Yoichi died and Kudoh has felt off ever since. I want to add that we don't know of any organic exchange from Yoichi to Kudoh, my opinion about it below.

2. Is Deku's father ever going to make an appearance? I know, I know that, aat this late point in the story, he can only be either AFO himself or noone interesting, but still, why did Horikoshi mentioned that Izuku's father would appear at some point in the story? Did he change his mind?

3. Is this picture ever going to make sense?

64.media.tumblr.com

For further explanation, this seems to be a partial picture that was present at a BNHA exposition in Japan but, to my knowledge, does not have an explanation. > The full art, however, showed Aoyama, so it might be a hint about Aoyama's role? I'm not convinced and therefore I'm keeping this point active.

4. Why AFO needed Shigaraki's hatred? (Rif. chapter 311. For further explenation see section "Open theories", n. 3) > In chapter 410 it seems that Shigaraki is now able to steal, if not the whole OFA, at least singular quirks in it but it stays unexplained how or why.

5. Are we going to see Deku and Bakugo face each other one last time?

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OPEN THEORIES (that I enjoy or consider interesting for some reason)

1. Dad for one (alias All for one is actually Deku's father) > With the flashback we had in chapter 407-408, it seems to me that, even though it is possible that AFO had intercourse with women, I just can't see him actually marry someone, and Inko mentioned her "husband" while discussing Izuku's lack of quirk; however, it is still possible that she called him that way just for the sake of appearences or that they actually married for some reason. I don't know, I really don't like this theory but I understand the appeal of it.

2. Decay is not Shimura Tenko's original quirk > Again, AFO's death in 410 might cross this one out but I'm still suspicious about the man in 235 that brought Tenko back home.

3. Shigaraki can actually take One for All quirk without Deku's will > confirmed in chapter 410, even though we still don't know how or why.

4. Deku is suppressing his emotions > Pikahlua wrote an amazing perfect explanation about this theory and I'm convinced they're right.

5. Two for one (alias One for all is passed on both Izuku & Katsuki) (404) > I think we can call this one discarded.

6. AFO is (related to) the Luminescent baby (405) > Confirmed in 407 and even though I said I was not a fan of this one, AFO stealing his quirk out of crave makes much more sense than and I love it.

7. Izuku will replace OFA with:

7a. His own personal quirk that, similarly to Yoichi's one, was so unformed to be practically useless but grew up thanks to OFA. 7a-i. If we believe the DFA theory, his quirk might be either an evolution of AFO

7b. New Order (412) and it has to do with Star & Stripe arm > New Order is confirmed destroyed in chapter 413

7c. Nothing, he'll go quirkless again. (This is the only one I actually like) 7c-i. But his use of OFA has already created a vestige in OFA and Kudoh is planning to let Shigaraki steal OFA in order to gain access to Tenko's memory and finally start to connect with is soul and therefore to save him. > partly confirmed in 413, the only difference being that Kudoh actually plans to smash Shigaraki with OFA. 7c-ii. But, following the empty glass/full glass theory, Shigaraki won't be able to keep it for too long, without facing problem (like the 4th dying of old age at 40). >

8.OFA only transfer out of will, while hair or any other organic material just served to picture the passage in one's mind. I decided to delete the whole reasoning behind this idea but you can still read it in my chapter 412 update.

8a. As an alternative possible explanation, since OFA started stocking extrapower and multiple quirks, even though at the beginning a physical transfer was not required, it eventually became mandatory. (Like, email can only have attachment up to N Mb, in order to transfer bigger file you need a physical drive).

Bye!

#mha theories #bnha theories #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha #mha #mha 413 #bnha 413

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Undead Unluck Chapter 199 Spoilers!!

Every lore drop is like an atomic bomb

They both can't swim oml (just like me fr) yet Haruka still dived in to save him regardless. I love these two I wanna put them in a microwave and watch them spin. At least Julia's there for the rescue

WHOAAA ANDY CAMEO 🤯🤯 (literally a dot)

Ooh their neutralisation is in the form of their seat dissipating.

Who the hell stitched up Sick 😭 did he do it himself because the others won't stop laughing at him or something. Or did Rip turned off Unrepair by accident. (I double checked and he's been like this since chapter 191, apparently)

MR. BEAST???

VII (Time/Past/Fade) saying 1:34am... Gonna assume he's saying in terms of location and not that Brazil Time is Universal Time (although that'd be funny lmao)

Now then, Death being represented by a nun felt weird to me back then but the fact that she also prays makes it even stranger. Is it because religion has a tendency to try and explain what happens after death? Her saying about "rest in peace" makes it sound like there is an afterlife, when we already know there's not any in their world.

Her, despite being the personification of Death itself, seem to not have full control of it at all. We already know about the soul chain thing but what exactly is her limit of control? Really curious about her.

Wow bro got back to the roundtable right after Beast died what a drama queen

What does Soul mean by a "validated world"?

He really is not like the other girls lmao

UMAs are double edged swords... They were made to bring downfall to humanity yet are also the ones being used.

I know it's probably design reasons but what exactly is that necklace he's wearing?

HECK YEAH BIG ASS WORD CONFIRMATION!!

"transcends physical boundaries to relay information" and "trigger to accomplish" then I suppose that means that without death of the said physical boundary, information cannot be relayed. Because Juiz and Victor never died for 100 loops, they couldn't accomplish it, hence withholding information.

Goodness no wonder Change is always pissed. Her rule is what makes growth and improvement of humanity happen.

Adding on, Juiz and Victor are also the first, having a limit on what they could achieve, similar to Feng's conundrum with Unfade. Victor because he literally cannot die and Juiz because she took on the responsibility of looping.

GUYS THAT'S MY WIFE THERE GUYS OMG MY

Also yay again for the big word confirmation!!

That's formal introductions to Sick, Beast, Language, Soul, Death, Change and Luck and informal on War, Time/Past/Fade and Justice so far.

What does he mean by this. Considering he's the first UMA ever, as well as the one that completely relies on an individual's belief in him existing, he gets to be a spectator just like Luna.

This is a good showcase of their personalities. Death, VII and Justice stayed sitting while War, Change, Sick and Luck prepared to open fire. They're the ones who are easily irked while the first three stayed calm.

Part 2 here

#undead unluck #undead unluck spoilers #meow reads

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😎 I can work with Yelena , Melina and Alexei as confirmed sergeant romanoff’s adopted family. But is Nat still older than Yelena by five years and is everyone still from Russia ? ( Like did Melina and Alexei come from Russia and adopted Nat from there too) Except Yelena ( in the comics at least, this wasn’t confirmed in MCU to my knowledge) who is from the Ukraine ( side note I stand with Ukraine) . Because there is a big gap in siblings with an age difference of five years as kids and not so much as adults ( my sister is four years older than me and she is my only sibling so I know what I am talking about) . Like there is a huge difference between 11 and 6 ( Ages of Nat and Yelena in the BW flashback opening) and in 18 and 13 ( the ages Nat and Yelena would be when Nat enlisted and left for the army) . But then twenties on ward it isn’t really anything ( My sister and I are in our twenties and we have gotten much closer than when we where kids ) . That is the information I need to know.

I think that Yelena is in either the Air Force or the Navy ( possibly the Marines, more likely the Marines) because Florence Pugh was ( the actor who played Yelena) was on running wild with Bear Grylls that would lend itself well with that. Either way I believed that Nat was in the military first and when she had gotten the news that Yelena enlisted she was NOT HAPPY because Nat loves her sister ( baby or not) more than life it’s fucking self and Nat is sooo scared for Yelena. Nat took that news out in many ways : She took it out on her liver with drinking vodka , took it out on the sub in her situation ship at the time, ( depending upon her rank at the time) took it out on the recruits and lower level grunts, took it out In training and used it to complete obstacle courses and beat opponents in combat training. Nat also hated the idea that Yelena would have to deal with the some toxicity , belittling, and abuse that she does.

I would think that Nat comes from a military family , Alexei ( possibly Melina) and his father and so forth all in the military ( Alexei and his father and after that would probably be Russian Military as a opposed to American) . So Nat and Yelena grew up bouncing from place to place and most likely learning a lot of languages and cultures but didn’t have a lot of experience with making and keeping friends their own ages or at all. Never really grew attached to any place or anyone. And while I think that Alexei and Melina love and care for their children and where good parents they didn’t always show it it in the always that were needed ( especially Alexei) and that could explain Nat’s rougher around the edges attitude and why she has a harder time letting people in and warming up to them. The only person that she is exceedingly affectionate and loving with is and has always been Yelena but now Nat has slowly doing that with SB. God help anyone that comments on Nat being openly loving and soft for her sister and her beef !

Now here is a another question and the last bit of this post. Do they all still have different last names: Natasha Romanoff , Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff , Alexei Shotskavo ( like when Melina and Alexei got married Melina kept her last name and when Nat and Yelena were adopted they kept their last names) ? Because imagine poor SB going to meet the family all excited golden retriever and having practice the correct Russian pronunciation of Nat’s last name after she told SB what it is and that she is from Russia but “ americanized” her name. Thinking it was the family name , only to be meet with other Russian last names they can’t hope to pronounce correctly apart from Belova ( which isn’t Russian but still Eastern European) . And at some point Melina calls out Natalia ( Nat isn’t in trouble, Melina and Alexei just call Nat her Russian birth name at home) and poor SB is looking around asking if there is a third sister/ daughter ( poor baby is sooo confused 😭) but being told no it is Nat’s birth name and Natasha is a Americanized nickname ( like how people named John are called Jack or people named Richard are called Dick) . The family loves SB and are super excited because Nat has NEVER BROUGHT ANYONE to meet the family so they knew it is very serious for Nat. Yelena and SB would get along so well and Nat would be like “ OH GOD there is two of them!!!!” as SB and Yelena are hyper active chaotic golden retrievers . It would be even better if there is a miss ✨KaTe BisHoP✨ ( it doesn’t matter if Yelena is AroAce in this universe or not , if they are dating or not . Kate and Yelena are an amazing duo no matter what) in the mix and there are three chaotic golden retrievers ( SB, Yelena and Kate ) and two black cats ( Nat and Melina) . Honestly I have no idea what Alexei would be.

You have a lot of very specific questions, anon 😂😅 But I appreciate them and will do my best to answer:

To be honest, since most of the characters haven't been introduced yet in the Sergeant Beef universe, I don't really know how "canon" these answers are since things can always change, but for now, we'll go with Nat being older by 4 years because that's a nice number lol.

I literally only watch that episode of Bear Grylls' show because Florence was in it lmao 😂 But she did a really good job keeping up with him! So yes, perhaps Yelena is a devil dog. :) Nat was definitely both proud and worried when Yelena enlisted, because like you said, she didn't want Yelena to be subjected to the same abuse and toxicity she faced, but she also knows how strong her sister is and that she could handle herself.

I guess for canon sake, we can keep everyone's last names as they are in the movies/comics lol. But yes, our poor golden retriever is going to be an absolute mess meeting Nat's family for the first time and trying to keep up with all the different names. However, Melina would find SB very cute and Alexei would love being able to mess around with SB, so they approve, and as you said, Yelena and SB are basically the same person, so Nat would be dying trying to keep them both out of trouble.

#😎 anon #vulture answers #sergeant beef au

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I'd love to read some combat action if that's something you want to write! Maybe a small team doing spec ops, maybe a full combined arms assault, either way you know BT and Cooper are gonna do some fastball shenanigans when the opportunity presents itself.

I love that the fandom has apparently collectively agreed that Jack Loves Getting Yeeted (absolutely correct)

When the alarms go off, Jack’s halfway out of bed before he even realises he’s awake. His helmet is on the table by the door and he grabs it in passing. No time to get dressed with a base-wide alert like that deafening him.

The other Pilots are scrambling around him, bouncing off each other like the bumper cars Jack always liked when he was a kid. It’s more jarring now, but the flow evens out as they near the hangar. They know what they’re doing, it just takes a minute, sometimes, for them to get there.

All their Titans are already on the move, spreading out through the hangar, waiting for their Pilots to embark. Someone even uses their jump kit to get to their Titan first, eager to be out the door.

Jack takes it a little easier, because everyone remembers that time Wilson tripped and broke his nose before he ever saw battle.

Everyone gets in their Titans with no problems, and Jack is relieved that BT starts dampening the noise the second the cockpit closes around him. This is familiar to him, at least, even if the alarm isn’t the kind that any of them hear very often.

“Cooper, Alexander, Aoki, Castañeda, head west.”

“Yes, sir,” they say in almost-unison, three other Titans turning to follow BT out of the hangar.

He’s worked with Alexander before. The other two are strangers, but he knows Aoki is desperate to prove herself since she’s the newest Pilot and one of the youngest. He trusts her, though, because she wouldn’t be here if SRS command thought she wasn’t capable.

“There are enemies inbound. Approximately three minutes and seventeen seconds to contact. Six moving objects.”

Well, those odds aren’t great. All six of them can’t be enemy Titans, right?

“Anyone else got a better idea of what’s out there?” Jack asks.

There’s a private communication network between them, proximity-based and code-locked. They can say whatever they want without being overheard.

“Got it,” Alexander says a minute later. “Three Titans, three vehicles. Could be some ground troops but we’re not picking it up. We got a plan?”

“I have an idea, but BT’s not going to like it.”

“I do not like many of your so-called plans,” BT confirms.

Harsh, but Jack is well aware that BT thinks he’s a bit of an idiot sometimes. Maybe if he stopped throwing himself into danger, or eating snack cakes past their best-by date, but life is about the danger! And mild food poisoning.

“I need you guys to give cover fire with BT and then hold on my signal.”

“Would you like to provide more information?” BT asks.

“Nope, we’re good.”

And he got shot a little bit, the last time he said that, but shit happens. And it barely even scarred, so he feels like it wasn’t actually that bad.

The Titans spread evenly, BT second from the left. It’s barely light enough to see out, and as they race along, he’s pretty sure he gets another great idea. One that BT doesn’t disagree with him on, so that’s a great start!

One of the enemy Titans opens fire, and the four of them target their fire on the unfortunate idiot that made a spectacle of themself. The Titan starts sparking and stuttering almost immediately, and by the time the other Titan brings its guns to play, it’s too late.

At least until a tank round blows an arm off Alexander’s Titan, and some very creative swearing crashes through BT’s speakers.

“Cover fire stops now!” Jack barks, and steps forward.

There’s something about disembarking at speed that feels like getting flung off a moving vehicle and down a cliff, or something like that, but it’s very chaotic and a part of Jack is always very relieved when BT catches him.

BT launches him forward, and he uses the jump kit to get higher as he gets closer, out of the line of fire of the small guns mounted on the front of the vehicles. He can’t tell what they are, exactly, in the predawn light. But he saw that they’re stuck in one place and move side to side, not up and down.

If he gets above the bullets, he has nothing to worry about.

Theoretically.

BT had a lot of opinions about that part.

He drops straight down on top of one of the cars, grabbing one of the bars bolted along the top and swinging feet-first through the driver’s side window. He pushes off something inside – the driver’s chest, he thinks – and tosses a grenade as a goodbye ‘fuck you’. The jump kit gets him away from the explosion, but the driver next to him is aware of what just happened, because they pull a pistol on him.

He jumps, and trusts BT to be there to catch him.

He is, and so are the other two uninjured Titans on either side of him. Alexander’s hanging back, supporting them with cover fire, but careful not to pick too many battles. Even though Alexander’s built like a brick wall, he’s brain over brawns, and he’ll make sure not to shoot them in the back.

BT cups his hand around Jack, protecting him from a burst of incoming fire, and then he’s back in the pilot’s seat and ready to kick some ass.

His Titan is ahead of him, already shooting at one of the remaining Titans that’s closing at a run, trying to capitalise on the vulnerability of a Pilot not yet embarked. They’re a little too late or that, but there’s nowhere for them to run, so they keep charging.

Brave, Jack has to admit, before their bots crash together. The other Titan is bigger and heavier than them, but that just means that BT has the advantage of being faster on the ground.

And, unlike anyone else in this fight, he has Jack.

“Relinquishing control to Titan,” Jack says, and sits back with his hands off the controls. BT can process these kinds of things way faster than he can, and in a fight against an objectively better opponent, Jack might be a liability.

Besides, BT’s new and improved form comes with seatbelts. He doesn’t use them often, because disembarking at a moment’s notice can turn the tide of a fight, but he’ll need them now if BT wants to do some kind of crazy move.

BT does, and Jack is really going to have to talk to him about whatever kind of flippy gymnast yoga shit just went down, but in the meantime–

“Aoki, get those other two cars out of play,” Jack barks as BT gives him controls back, and he and Castañeda turn as one to face the last remaining Titan.

Jack tries to say he’s not a glory hound or anything, but he does kind of like that he’s going to add one more to his body count on this mission. They’re a crack team, him and BT, and he likes proving that over and over again, even if there’s no dispute about it.

Still, slamming your way through battle to indiscriminately kill everything is a great way to injure allies and get people pissed off at you. So he lets his teammate take the shot, and Castañeda rocks it, just like Jack expects of him.

“Hey, Command!” Aoki says cheerfully. “We smoked ‘em! Want us to bring you back a present? Bet we could pull something off these Titans’ data cores.”

Command’s reply comes quickly.

“Retrieve enemy data cores and helmets. Do not engage survivors if avoidable.”

“Toss me,” Jack says eagerly, already half out of his seat.

He can hear the disapproval in BT’s silence, but the cockpit opens up, and BT’s hand is resting just underneath.

BT flings him forward again, a little more gently this time. Jack lands on top of one of the downed Titans, and crouches to try to pull the door open. Success! And the Pilot was killed alongside their Titan, so there’s nobody to shoot at him. He hates when people shoot at him.

“Core and helmet secured from Titan one,” he reports. He takes a running jump back to BT, who catches him easily and deposits him back in the cockpit. He can let the others get the rest of what they’re after.

The other Titans’ cockpits are open, Pilots chit-chatting and occasionally waving away wisps of smoke from the trashed vehicles. The other teams have reported back their own successes already, so it’s not like Jack’s team is slacking.

“Anyone feel like pizza when we get back home?” Castañeda asks, slouched comfortably, the ubiquitous cowboy hat pulled down over his eyes. Until he spoke up, Jack kind of thought he was napping, but apparently that’s not the case.

“I’m always ready to eat,” Alexander agrees, and Aoki looks like she’s thinking about agreeing.

The best they can do now, in the field, is reheated and prepackaged food, but they’re all used to that, so he doesn’t think they’ll complain too much.

“BT, we ready to go back to base?” he asks.

“All clear.”

“Let’s go, team,” Jack calls, and they start making their way back to the closest thing to home that they have.

#you have no idea how many times i called a titan a jaeger in this lmao #i think i got it all edited properly though!#titanfall 2 #jack cooper #bt 7274 #request

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