#continue to miscomunicate

[tears-in-my-tardis]

crowley says “you cant leave this bookshop”; he means “you cant leave me”; aziraphale hears “you cant leave earth (your books and the humans and ducks and food) to be with me in heaven for eternity”

aziraphale replies “nothing lasts forever”; he means “i will give up anything to have you by my side forever”; crowley hears “we cant be an us forever”

#making myself cry #good omens 2 #neil gaiman i am in your walls #ineffable husbands #continue to miscomunicate #to the expense of my health #good omens #ALready here

[seneitut]

id absolutely adore a part 2 for quietness if you plan to continue it! i’m a huge lover of the sub gekko agenda <3

“Quietness”

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[Gekko/F!Reader] [Slight Cypher/F!Reader]

Words: 5.7K

Tags: NSFW +18, smut, Dom!Reader, Sub!Gekko, choking, vaginal sex, cowgirl, fluff, angst, miscomunication, Cypher being an annoying but good friend.

Warning: When it comes to exploring kinks and stuff, always talk to your partner first and ask for consent >:0!

[Hope you like it uwu!!]

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Gekko's bounds tighten around his wrists when a sharp spike of pleasure racks down his spine and straight to his cock, flexing the muscles of his arms and thrusting his hips to chase after the delicious feeling.

Eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his extremities limited to no-movement, Gekko lets himself be drowned in the pleasure overwhelmingly consuming him with your wrist flicking up and down his shaft in a constant rhythm.

Your tongue connects to the head of his cock, slicking it with your spit before sucking him and bobbing your head up and down alongside your hand masturbating him fastly, tongue toying on the underside of his cock and mapping out every vein decorating it. He swallows back his groan when he feels the heat of your mouth, thrusting his hips until he hears you gag on his dick and the sound of you choking, trying to stuff your mouth with his cock, sends him into overdrive.

The only thought running through his mind right now is how good you look between his legs, naked, and burning him from the inside with those heavy red eyes of yours glowing in the dimly lit room while you suck him off.

The second thing running through his mind is how badly he wants to cum; and if it lands on your face, the better, that's just an extra to make one of his fantasies true.

You've deprived him from his orgasm for far too long; toying with him, edging him with no means of end, he cannot fathom waiting for longer with how fast he feels his climax approaching.

But the moment you see him about to break, you snatch your hand away, a malicious smile painting your features.

The makeshift gag at his mouth stops any attempt of begging for you to keep going. Tears gather at the corner of his eyes, and Gekko grunts in frustration, squirming under your weight and your burning gaze with no success of mercy.

“Look at you,” you whisper. The tip of your fingers run over the flushed head of his cock, biting your lower lip to stop a giggle when it twitches under your touch and the pre-cum rolls down the slit. “So pretty for me, Mateo, such a good boy.”

His moans are muffled behind the cloth on his mouth, and you cannot help but want to hear what he has to say after torturing him to fulfill your own desires.

Leaning over, you make a show of sliding your body against his as slowly as possible, enjoying his full attention and the neediness he obviously has for you. When you take the gag from his mouth, he tries to shove his face to reach for your lips, whining when you dodge and return to sitting on his thigh with your hands caressing his chest and flicking on his nipples to see him squirm.

“Please…” he mutters, breathing heavily. He seems about to burst out crying if you don't touch him anytime soon. “Please let me cum, I want to cum…”

Rolling your hips against his cock, you watch closely his lower lip tremble and his arms fight against the bounds attaching him to your bed frame when he feels his shaft slide in between your lower lips. You repeat the motion, Mateo gasps and thrusts his hips to feel the slickness covering his cock.

“Please!” He begs, groaning your name. “Please, I'll do anything! Just, let me—”

Grabbing the base of his cock, you don't let him finish the sentence when you slide him inside your cunt swiftly, cutting him off and making his words slurred to end up on a moan.

You gasp in pleasure at the same time, feeling him stretch you inch by inch until he is fully sheathed and pulsing against your walls. A whole shiver washes over you when the tip of his dick brushes against your most sensitive spot, squirming on top of him with the need to feel it again.

Gekko's tears roll down his cheeks, panting heavily and flushed with embarrassment when you wink at him and lick your lips in anticipation. The act on itself is so filthy that it does nothing but heighten his want to pleasure you above anything else.

To be reduced to this mess, tied to a bed, gagged and being controlled this heavily makes him shy, never believing himself to be into the dominant and submissive roles. But you make it easier on him, enjoyable to the point Gekko would let you do anything to him if you asked.

“You're so warm…” he mutters, eyelids heavy and pointendly observing where you're connected. He thrusts his hips, to test the waters and see if he can rile you up as payback. “So tight, ngh—”

Gekko sees you biting your lip, restraining your sounds and hands holding his hips down to stop him from moving. Your stare hardens when you cross sights, and a hand flies to his neck, fingers wrapping around his throat to put some pressure and using it as a leverage to lean in, cock sliding out slowly until only the head is still inside you.

“This alright, Mateo?” You ask, squeezing his throat softly. He nods, gasping. 

“Please, yes.” Grunting, he does his best to stay still and not give in into his wishes to thrust his cock back.

“So polite.” Without further words, you slam your hips back down, hand squeezing his throat softly.

Gekko moans when you start bouncing on his dick, feeling the well-known tight knot start forming on his lower belly, burning him with the desire of release.

The plush of your thighs wraps around his waist to keep you in place when your desperation gets the better of you and begins accelerating the pace, choking him harder and throwing your head to the side while moaning out his name and maintaining eye contact throughout the whole exchange.

Gekko's groans get cut off when the pressure you apply makes the air stop circulating. It turns out he seems to like the rough treatment more than he anticipated, feeling his dick twitch inside your velvety walls when the suffocation gets to his head, heightening the pleasure and any other sensation coursing through his body. 

“C'mon, Mateo,” your urge, bouncing eagerly now with the promise of a good show. “Hold on a little more. Be a good boy.”

Those words make him tremble with excitement, bucking his hips alongside yours and struggling against the binds unconsciously.

Gekko was drooling by this point, tongue peeking out and eyes rolled to the back of his head while being constantly stimulated by the suffocation and you fucking his brains out.

The slam of your hips is constant and wild, feeling his pelvis rub against your clit and the head of his cock brush against your g-spot everytime he thrust deeply.

The warmness spreading from your lower belly rushes faster than you anticipate, bursting from the overwhelming pleasure of getting off from his expression and how vulnerable he looks that your orgasm washes over you in waves of exhilarating bliss.

“Oh, Mateo!” You moan, hips still moving. “So good, baby, ah— so good.”

Gekko preens from your words, it’s enough for the tight knot to finally burst and become undone under your touch and stimulation. 

Your hands weaken in grip when you cum all over his shaft, making him able to breathe and whimper shyly from climaxing on your words alone—he was getting lightheaded, dizzy, but that didn't lessen how much he loved being choked and how much pleasure racks his body with the aftershock of his orgasm.

He cums heavily, spurs after spurs of his semen decorating the insides of your walls and hips stuttering to keep the contact while he rides his climax with delight.

You're still riding him slowly, overstimulation coursing through your body but unable to stop; addicted to the way Gekko's cock feels inside you.

Once you're full of his cum and Gekko begs you to stop with a quivering voice, too sensitive he might start crying, is when you decide to lean in and unbind the rope that you tied him with, dick slipping out of your pussy with a lewd sound.

When he is finally free, Gekko's arms round your torso and gently turn the tables, laying you down on the mattress while he hovers over you with his face flushed and an enamored expression.

He seems tired, if not a little exhausted physically and mentally, but he makes sure none of it gets in his way to lean down and lock your lips in a soft kiss.

The feeling of his sweaty and naked body on top of yours, caging you and hands caressing your sides gently, as if you were the one who needed comfort, makes your heart throb with warmness and aching for his attention.

Gekko deepens the kiss, mouths slothing together and sliding one against the other sensually in this dance of passion. He sticks his tongue on your mouth, toying with yours and mapping out every crevice for him to remember; he cannot help but groan with excitement when your hands hold him around his shoulder and you scratch the back of his hair softly.

When air gets necessary, Gekko takes his distance, panting heavily and adoration swimming in his eyes while watching you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, thumb running on his lower lip.

Gekko nods, “Just sore,” he replies. His voice sounds a little hoarse, “I loved it.”

You smile, Gekko swoons. 

“How about you?” he asks, a little nervous. “Did…did you like it?”

Humming, you nod, looking deeply into his eyes. Gekko's breath gets caught on his throat when you lean in and kiss his lips softly. 

“You were amazing,” kissing him again, you sigh into his mouth before laying down onto the mattress. “I enjoyed it.”

Deep into the night, Gekko watches you fall asleep rather quickly. 

Despite you taking control over him and the sex, you seeked shelter and comfort in him when it was over; it was cute. Your head was snuggled under his chin and right above his heart, sleeping peacefully and clinging to him—it makes his heart race with excitement.

He was holding onto you quite tightly, one hand soothingly running over your back and the other holding your hand laying on his chest.

There is silence, but he doesn't find it haunting like usual.

No nightmares, no headaches, just blissful peace and a hammering heart inside his ribcage; emotions swelling up and excitement coursing through his veins. The image of your face is enough to keep the thoughts at bay, smitten to the point he doesn't really want to think about anything else but what has transpired this night.

You snuggle up closer, hugging him tightly, and keep on sleeping.

Gekko sighs dreamily, squeezing your hand.

He won't think about tomorrow nor how this will affect the professional aspect of your relationship. He will indulge in this moment for as long as he can, even if it breaks his heart by the end of all.

—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—

You wake up alone and cold on the bed the next morning.

The covers are hiding your naked body, tucked away gently by your companion, but no signs of him in the near vicinity. When you look around the room, you find there are only your clothes thrown over the floor and your shades safely laying on top of your desk where you left it last night.

“Mateo?” you call out. Sitting on the bed, you try once again, “Gekko?”

No one answers.

Sighing to yourself, you stand from the bed to pick up the mess and, on the way, your sorrow for the outcome of the situation.

Is not like it was unexpected, this scenario has been presented to you every now and then before the protocol, but to think it would happen with Gekko is a disappointment to say the least.

Hurtful, if you may, after being blinded by Cypher's words of the sudden interest he might have had on you and you for believing it. 

You fancy him now, and it is all Cypher's fault.

You take a shower, you dress up with your usual fit, and in less than fifteen minutes you're out of your bedroom with your shades on and a façade to protect your feelings if you were to cross paths with Gekko.

Thankfully, today’s schedule seems to be packed with a long mission and perhaps a couple days away on Pearl until you return with your assigned team and a secured spike for Killjoy to analyze. 

Brimstone hasn't told you the details yet, and you don't think he will say anything else until the team is assembled and ready to go. You still have a couple of hours to prepare before setting off, and having the social battery low and with the intention to not cross paths with Gekko anytime soon, you decide to waste your time seeking the culprit of your demise at the only place you could think of. 

Cypher is tinkering with his tech at Killjoy's lab, humming to himself a tune you're familiar with and ready to kick his chair off before he realizes you’re there.

You nod at Chamber who is sitting at the far back fixing one of his weapons, cringing slightly when he calls out your name and smiles…weirdly at you. You ignore him.

“So you've come to me,” he says without looking at you. You're upset you won't be able to catch him off guard. “What now, the sex wasn't good?”

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Cracking your knuckles, you still kick his chair in an attempt to make him pay attention to you. You hear him sigh, leaving his tool at the table and crossing his arms to look at you.

“Yes?” he asks.

“You were wrong.” Sitting across from him, you slump on the table and frown. You take off your shades to appear more intimidating but the other doesn’t seem to care much, “We had sex, but he is not in love with me.”

Shrugging, he goes back to his work. “If you believe so, then who am I to contradict you?”

“You were so convinced he loved me that I went to confront him about it.” Cypher sees you pout, which he finds funny, “Well, sort of. He never said he didn't love me, but he never mentioned anything about liking me either.”

“You understand what you're telling me is a conversation you could easily have with him to clear your doubts, am I right?” Cypher finishes with his tripwires and tosses them to the side. “Why come crying here, then? There is something else that is bothering you and that's why you're here.”

“I'm—I don't know?” Cypher cocks his head to the side, you know he is having fun watching you lose your mind over something so simple. “I was never interested in these…kinds of topics. God, I never thought I’d be involved with anyone here at the protocol to begin with, let alone have sex with them and develop an attachment from just one night.”

“Is it really that?” he asks, “Love at first sight is unlikely to be your situation, but love when having sex for the first time? Was his dick really that good? Should I ask for a try myself?”

Scrubbing your face with your hands, you sigh in frustration, “Cypher, don't be a moron now, please.”

He chuckles, raising his arms in surrender, “Listen, before our talk, it would have never crossed your mind to be interested in the kid as much as you do now. What changed? For starters, you don’t love him, do you?”

“I don’t.” is your reply, and you’re certain of it. 

“You're interested in him now, aren’t you?”

You nod, “I find him attractive, he’s sweet, and you for certain should get a piece of that ass.”

“Oh? Charitable now, aren’t we? Maybe I will.”

“Don’t be stupid, I was kidding.” 

“Dear, we’re diverting from the main problem here.” Cypher stores his tech onto a box and motions you to follow after him. “Shall we continue somewhere else?”

Standing up, you both follow the path from the lab to his room.

Only the echo of your steps alongside his are enough to fill in the silence, a little uncomfortable of continuing this conversation and to where it might lead. Despite this being your idea to sort out your thoughts more easily and have Cypher as your middle ground, you fear that this…one time thing with Gekko might have messed you up more than you intended to.

Cypher pats your back, “I can see you thinking way too hard, relax.”

“I don’t think I want to know what will happen with Gekko now.” You admit, sighing tiredly. “I’m getting overwhelmed by this situation when there is supposed to be no feelings involved.”

“Was that established before you had sex or after?”

“What do you mean by established?”

“Did you talk about your non-romantic feelings or what you expected from him before the sex?”

Mulling over his question, you realize that no, you never conversed nor set boundaries before it happened. 

You were so desperate to get answers from him in any way, or any form, that your actions were faster than waiting to coax sentences from him.

“Aren't you a grown woman?” Cypher mocks, “You aren't a ten years old with a crush in middle school.”

“I don't have a crush on him.”

“I don't believe you, and you don't believe yourself either.”

“You're always so cryptic with your words, god, just tell me what you really think.” 

Cypher sighs loudly, watching you from the corner of his eyes and observing your hands fidget while thinking. He takes pity, it must be hard for you to not have this under control and be stranded on unknown territory when it comes to emotions.

“Dear, I believe you've contradicted yourself many times today.” he begins, and you seem ready to argue back but he raises a hand to stop you, “You came to me crying about how I tricked you into thinking Gekko is interested in you, which I stand by, and then you are saying feelings weren't supposed to be involved.”

You shrug.

“What is it, then?” He asks, “Pursue the kid, or simply treat it like a one-night stand. What do you want?”

“I don't know, Cy, I don't know what to do.”

“You confronted Gekko last night because you had the upper hand. He likes you, and you know that. If anything were to go wrong, you would not be hurt by the end of it because he was unaware of what you felt for him, that's why you looked for him. There were going to be no consequences.”

“Shut up…”

“But now the roles have been reversed because you agreed to share an intimate moment with him. And now your feelings are being jeopardized because you think he is the one who played you and don't know how to feel about someone taking control over this matter.” Huffing in amusement, Cypher nods to himself. “I think I got a pretty good read on you.”

And he does. Despite not giving in and accepting it out loud, you are, to a fault, very controlling when it comes to aspects of your life.

This is why last night's dynamic worked really well with Gekko, because he lets himself be taken by you and follows your orders without hesitation,—and you loved it, you enjoyed being with him, and you think you've shared such intimacy that seeing him now will probably break you down.

“You're overthinking.” 

You give a dry laugh, “Can't help it.” 

“Give the kid some credit, talk to him.”

You walk past the common room in silence when he hears talking and arguing, slowing down in step when Gekko comes into vision while he talks with his fellow teammates.

The good thing about this hallway is the clear glasses for windows they've installed, giving you both a full picture of what might be happening inside the room without being too nosy.

As soon as you spot Gekko amongst the people inside, your pace accelerates, pulling Cypher by his jacket and janking him to your side to cover yourself from their sights. 

Your heart is pounding, your hands are getting clammy, and the nervousness of being seen by Gekko after what happened and after he left without saying a word is enough to reduce you into a shy mess.

Killjoy's voice echoes in the hallway, pulling your attention and Cypher's towards her person who comes running to you with a bright smile on her face and a binder on hand, and completely ruins your attempt to escape.

You're happy to see her, but dread it when the noise inside the common room comes to a sudden stop. 

“Brimstone is calling for a meeting! There has been a shutdown of our network so our devices aren't working until I reboot it. For now, I'm just a messenger.” Killjoy breathes out tiredly, turning to the windows and waving at the people inside. “You too, Gekko! You have ten minutes!”

With that, Killjoy leaves.

Whether Gekko was looking at you or not, you decide is not of your concern and drag Cypher away with you to the meeting room. The poor man yells in protest, but the hold on his arm doesn't waver, too determined to have him as your anchor.

Back in the common room, Gekko watches you walk away without any sign of acknowledgment and, deeply, is hurt by such a reaction from your person.

By now, he believed the breach that separated you two was shortened the moment you saved his life back at Icebox, sacrificing everything to bring him back home and probably part of your life as well. 

When you kissed him, Gekko assured himself this is it. This was the act that settled everything and put his mind at rest, giving you who he is and more, unveiling a side of him he was too ashamed to admit or rather, didn’t know he had it in him.

Perhaps that was his mistake, assuming things would fall into place and Gekko will finally be able to express how much he fancies you without hurting himself in the process.

One night stand, he thinks grimly.

Shouldn't have let his hopes up.

—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—

Brimstone seems distressed, eye bags under his eyes and beard not trimmed to his usual style. His armor is off and so is his cute little red hat, giving him a look of wearing more years than he actually is.

You worry for him, but for the sake of the meeting and to not look like a mother hen, you hold back the need to reprimand him for the poor care he has taken of himself. 

That, and Brimstone seems to be a good distraction so your eyes won't wander to where Gekko is currently sitting at.

“Is a week-long mission,” he begins. When no one says anything, he continues. “Killjoy has detected new waves of radianite from Pearl, is getting stronger the longer we talk and the Omega agents are already on its way.”

“Do we have supplies to survive a week on Pearl?” you ask. Brimstone grimaces at your question.

“Barely, and we will be scraping by.” Sighing, he checks a couple of papers on the table and presses a button on the side. The screen on the table lights up with a version of Pearl in 3D, A site and B site lighting up in red. “Beyond having provisions to feed us and weapons to protect us, what is playing against us is the rotations they’re going to be doing.”

Omen leans in, “Rotations to sites?”

“No, team rotations.”

Leaning forward, Jett cocks her head to the side, “What do you mean by team rotations?”

“They are bringing more than five people, but not all of them are allowed inside the place or else Kingdom will be on our asses.” The map rotates, and Brimstone signals the Omega's landing site with his pen. “There is a limit to where radiants can wander together without being detected nor looking suspicious. If Kingdom is able to track us down because of the strong centered vitals of radiants, we are all screwed.”

“And it doesn’t benefit them at all.” Omen finishes. Brimstone nods.

“Why don't we do the same thing?” Jett suggests. “Have our pals waiting on the sidelines if things seem to go grim?” 

“We're sending teams to different missions, because Pearl is not the only place where radianite has been active and stronger.”

“But you said—”

Brimstone raises a hand, cutting her off. “Your only concern should be Pearl, these other places are for the rest of your teammates to worry about, so focus on what your task is.”

She nods reluctantly, “Of course Brim."

“Is going to be tiring, we will have to be 24/7 in alert and awake to any attempt of attacks.” 

You tap onto the table, “This is what I don’t understand, if we’re being sent like the usual missions and we’re supposed to endure seven days of non-stop vigilance, how are they going to be able to attack different places if they are also limited in agents like we do? It doesn’t make sense.”

Brimstone watches as your question raises awareness throughout the agents in the room, the big incognita being: Is Pearl going to be under attack?

“Bind, Fracture, Lotus and Pearl.” The image of Pearl changes, reducing in size to let the mentioned places appear on sight. “We don’t know which one they are going to attack, that's why we are sending you all today to start protecting them.”

“It’s a gamble.” Omen points out. 

Jett chimes in, “What if we retrieve the spike from them earlier than intended?” 

“That's why it is a week-long mission. They won't stop until the radianite is stolen so replacements for the spike will be plenty,” Tapping the side of the table, the imagery turns off, “The radianite will keep increasing in radius power until it goes dormant again, that's why we need to stay for longer.”

“Will we be able to rest through the mission?” Gekko inquiries. “We can't defend the sites if we're sleep deprived.”

“You can rest between hours and in turns, but only one person per three hours.”

“Sentinels should be awake throughout the night to cover more space if you will be missing one man in combat.” Cypher comments, “They should be the first ones to rest once the first hours of combat are over.”

“That's righ—, Cypher? You are not supposed to be here.” Brimstone takes a double take on his files, and sure enough, he wasn't assigned for Pearl, rather Bind. “We will still have a meeting in an hour, please, I'll have to ask you to leave.”

“Oh, Brim, how can you ask me to leave my beautiful duo? Separating us is just beyond cruel.” Cypher, in an attempt to piss off Gekko, lays his hand above yours on the table, and squeezes it softly. “Say, I can swap places with Killjoy if she wants. I bet Raze would be more than happy to be together on Bind.”

Gekko does seem a little confused at his actions and, mostly, pissed off, a scowl on his mouth and glaring at where Cypher is touching you. But of course, you don't see any of this, too irritated by his attitude to truly pay attention to your surroundings.

Brimstone shakes his head, tired and frustrated by his insubordination. Waving his hand away, he dismisses the meeting.

“The jet is ready, go grab weapons, clothes and stuff you might need and are only necessary. Omen, please meet up with Sage before you set off with the rest of your team.”

“Understood.” the wraith replies.

“Cypher.”

“Yes?”

“You're still assigned to Bind. I don't need you to start switching places just because you feel like it.” 

Your friend shrugs, whispering a soft 'I tried.' He is very lucky your stare can't kill, or else he would have been pulverized by now.

The agents leave the meeting room one by one, mulling to themselves whatever they might need and simply too absorbed in their thoughts. 

You stand alongside Cypher, ready to reprimand him for saying stupid shit but a hand on your wrist stops you dead in your tracks, turning to see Gekko holding you gently and with a nervous expression on his face.

“Hey.” he says, eyes crinkling on the sides when he smiles at you. “Got a minute to talk?”

Words get stuck in your throat, unable to open your mouth and reply like a normal human being, but try to act as calm as possible to not let him know how dreadful this greeting is starting to feel.

“Sorry, friend, she's mine until you leave.” Cypher takes your arm and gently tugs you away. Gekko's hand falls to his side clenching on a fist, and an unreadable expression paints his features until you are out of vision.

But by the time you decide to say anything, your friend has already pulled you far away and tucked you safely into his room instead. 

“Dear, look at me.” Cypher takes the time to leave your shades above your head, thumb caressing your chin until you look into his light blue orbs. Despite being masked, you can see the outlines of a smile. “Are you okay about this?”

“I can’t really say no to Brimstone.” You reply. “Maybe I should forget about last night and pretend nothing happened, for the sake of our team." 

“If that's the case, you need to speak to him either way,” Looking at the clock, he sighs. “Don't give him hopes, and don't ruin a working relationship with someone who is going to be stuck with us for the years to come. Is not…convenient.”

“I think it’s already too late for that advice.”

He chuckles, “Better clear things up now than later.”

Rolling your eyes, you nod. 

A week to think, despite having him there. A week to figure out if you want to pursue love, even when vulnerable. 

A week.

“You have to leave, Brimstone is already pissed at me, I don't want to give him another reason to smite me.”

Laughing, you bump his shoulders with yours. “Sure he will.”

—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—

Taking your device might not be a necessity, even less now that the network is being rebooted and no one knows when it will start working again. 

Besides that, you change into comfortable clothes and bring a jacket for the cold nights. You're assuming the times you rest might be inside the jet on your landing site, and that vehicle is the worst place to sleep on, let alone warm enough to sleep comfortably.

Sighing tiredly, you survey your room and decide that's all you're gonna need for now. Food, toiletries and that kind of stuff might not be necessary for you to take, you suppose they have that covered, so with nothing else to take into account, you leave.

On your way to the landing site, Cypher joins in your walk, toying with a tripwire and simply accompanying you in silence.

When you raise your brow, curious about his presence here instead of the reunion Brimstone wanted him in, he shrugs nonchalant, feigning confusion.

“Must have forgotten,” is what he replies. “Besides, I already know what this is about. Having to listen to the same thing twice? Not thanks.”

“Whatever floats your boat, I guess.” 

Once the jet is visible, you have to breathe in slowly to calm down your nerves. 

Cypher's presence is comforting, but not enough to ignore Gekko's person standing next to the weapon storage, cleaning the barrel of his pistol. 

He hasn't seen you yet, and is a miracle none of his creatures are out and about to cheer up the mood before you're set to go on the longest mission ever.

“Your gun is already on the jet.” Cypher comments. “I left a little gift for you, too, hope it helps.”

Huffing a laugh, you nod, “Thank you, Cy.”

“Don't, this is what friends are for, yes?” Cypher doesn't wait for an answer before closing the distance, looking down at you because of the size difference and puffing out his chest in pride. He looks ridiculous.

“What is it?” You ask, concerned.

“Do you trust me?” he whispers, holding one of your hands. His robotic blue eyes look deeply into yours, and you don't know where this is coming from, but you nod as an answer.

Cypher gently guides you against his body, one arm circling around your waist, taking his hat with the other to rest his masked forehead against yours. You lean against him, hands holding onto his jacket and smiling softly.

He holds you like this for a couple of seconds, the longest in your life when you cannot help but feel comfortable enough to be sharing such closeness with who you consider your best friend. 

“Gekko is watching,” he says, and you feel nervousness rush over your body at the statement. “Keep up the act, and then go straight to the jet, alright? Don’t look at him, just me.”

“Okay.”

When you part ways, he makes a motion of kissing your hand, and you snort, flipping his hat when he puts it back.

“You dork.” 

“Always the gentleman.” he replies.

You bid him goodbye and do as you're told, going straight to the stairs leading you to the entrance of the jet and barely looking at Gekko's direction to avoid his pointed stare.

Cypher stays in place, watching the other agents follow after you when they're done preparing their weapons and are ready to set off. 

Gekko stays behind, still frozen in place and glaring at Cypher with an unknown emotion swimming in his eyes. When the sentinel nods in his direction, saluting him in what could be considered as mocking, Gekko can't help the sudden anger that flows through his veins and flips him off, turning around and jogging to the jet without looking back.

Chuckling, Cypher leaves, listening to the engines of the vehicle turn on and barely glancing behind to see it take off.

His job is done, now it is up to Gekko to amend things with you if he's brave enough or else, accept his fate as it is and lose you forever.

It was never in his plan to take his act further than to piss him off, he fears he might have given the wrong idea instead of pushing Gekko to his limits so he can act upon his wishes.

In a week he will have his answer.

In love and war, anything is valid.

#seneitut writes #gekko x reader #gekko smut #valorant fanfiction #valorant smut #cypher x reader

[kaiasky]

Important Warning

As of the posting of this post, explicit photographs that are reported for "sensitive content" are still being hidden. I'll let you know about the appeal. As it stands, I'd continue under the assumption that nude photographs will lead to post removal/blog marked as explicit if a viewer decides to report a post, and be careful if you decide to post nude photos or videos.

This is disappointing. In a change of policy, I think tumblr should be as clear as possible about what posts will and will not be moderated. Tumblr has slowly regained user trust after the last porn ban, and I think it'd be extremely easy to lose all of that again through miscomunications over the policy and rollout.

#tumblr meta

[ankhisms]

the identity miscomunication shenanagins continue

#kr faiz lb

[piracytheorist]

The "without any explanation" also encompases their meeting. Like, sure, 'it was all an act! Ethan so dumb' As some fans say! But at what point did Heisenberg tell Ethan any of this? He has piles of manila folders on his desk, all the photos and the 'truth hurts doesn't it' as if Ethan knew anything

No 'hey dude Miranda would have had both our heads if I didn't run you through with metal or put you in the gauntlet had to put on a good show!''also i painted a lot of sht that could be useful for you, the guns the ammo yknow' yeah tell the traumatized dude that steamrolled your siblings you wanna use his baby

I love Karl he's my fave right after Ethan but good lord the whole game is miscomunication galore XD

I actually doubt what Heisenberg did was for show. I think he was just testing Ethan. It's the same thing with sending him to the Stronghold and having him fight whole hordes of lycans and then Urias, instead of outright giving him his flask. I don't think Heisenberg feared Miranda would come for him if he had just done that (realistically we know she wouldn't because the Lords dying was all in her plan, but Heisenberg didn't know that, but still). And even if we accept the possibility that it was him giving Ethan stuff (which doesn't make much sense, because there were a shit ton of stuff that appear when you drain the water at Moreau's place, like, what did Heisenberg do, did he wade in the bottom of the dirty swamp to leave Ethan goodies and item boxes? Or did he do it in the couple of minutes it took for Ethan to drain the water and then reach that place? And also why would he bother giving Ethan boxes in his factory, after throwing Ethan to his death?) (I mean I understand the whole yellow paint thing but... I don't think the developers wanted us to think Heisenberg left us all those boxes. It's just that they use yellow paint for everything important in the game, and one of those things happen to be Heisenberg's dramatic signs that lead Ethan to the Stronghold. I don't think it means that everything yellow painted was done by Heisenberg, it doesn't make that much sense. Now the lock that contains the jack handle and the automatic handgun, yeah, that one's pretty obvious, though again, he has magnetic powers... he could've just moved the tractor out of the way for Ethan instead of trapping the way out and giving him a hint to solve it, but again he was testing him) Heisenberg is still... pretty psychotic. In that scenario, he "helps" Ethan by giving him supplies and ammo, and then he forces him to go through even more lycans and one lycan boss in order to get the last flask, instead of directly handing it over to him. That's... the opposite of helping.

"Do that, and you pass."

It was a test, and he had no qualms admitting it was one. He wanted Ethan's assistance, and wanted to see if he was strong enough to join him in his fight against Miranda. He couldn't do with giving him the easy way out, could he? So he had to see if Ethan could survive the Stronghold. If he could do that, then perhaps with him and Rose, he could also survive Miranda. Like I see people talk about Heisenberg "helping" Ethan and I'm like ARE Y'ALL FORGETTING THE STRONGHOLD. Are y'all forgetting that the game has one extra boss fight because Heisenberg was too messed up to realize what "help" means?? And that's Heisenberg's entire point as a character. He's messed up. Miranda messed him up. And continuing the cycle of abuse, the same way Miranda treated him like a piece of meat, he treats Ethan like a piece of meat. Like, tragic villain does not necessarily mean redeemable villain. True, many of the latter are the former as well, but it's not vice versa in any fucking way. And it's perfectly fine to make up AUs where he is redeemable. Love those AUs. Cherish those AUs. Do not treat those AUs as canon.

And with that in mind, how could he ever hope to convince Ethan to join him? The one thing on Heisenberg's mind is to break free from Miranda's control. It's been his sole purpose for decades, and he's been so consumed by it he's forgotten how people actually work. Miranda fucked up any definition of love he might've had developed by the point she took him. He does not understand Ethan's love for Rose, maybe, in a tragic way, because no-one tried to save him the way Ethan did for Rose (or if they did, they didn't survive Miranda). Everyone is a hero in their own story - and Heisenberg even calls himself a freedom fighter, to further emphasize that point. So when Ethan comes marchin' in, Heisenberg of course thinks Ethan will be delighted to join him in his rebellion, because, come on, Ethan! You and your daughter can help set me free and get rid of Mirander with one stone! It's so easy! You'll do something good in this world, and you're a good person, so you'll say yes, right? But again, he doesn't understand Ethan's position, nor is he able to. So he throws "Let's use Rose, moments after she comes back from being kidnapped and dismembered!" and thinks it'll work.

His dynamic in the game is interesting because, despite having the same goal as Ethan/the player (defeating Miranda), he's a polar opposite in terms of emotional development and the two paths end up clashing. And it's because of the core of his character that this happens. Making up a scenario where Ethan joins Heisenberg would need a complete change of Heisenberg's character, where he's actually compassionate, watching from the sidelines and hoping Ethan will survive - not because he wants him as a sidekick, but because he actually wants him to reunite with his daughter - and when the opportunity arises, he can offer his help and actually fucking negotiate whether they will weaponize a six-month-old baby.

Like again, I'm not condemning Heisenberg, but... he'd need a shit ton of help and emotional support to reach the point I described. And Ethan had no responsibility over that, and he had to prioritize Rose when Heisenberg wanted to use her. Tragic? Yes, that's the whole point with all four Lords. Redeemable? Not so much.

Oof. Sorry I unloaded all this on you, but I have so many thoughts on the re8 fandom and like, I understand not taking it too seriously. I understand the meme of "Heisenberg unloading all his trauma on Ethan while Ethan's like -_- I just want my daugher back -_-". There's even fanart I've enjoyed of Heisenberg leaving messages in yellow paint just to mess (and flirt!) with Ethan. And everyone will adopt the interpretation they choose to have, and that's what's cool with fandom in the first place! But there's so many "Hurr durr Ethan should've taken Heisenberg's deal" comments that sounds like people actually mean it and I'm like. No. You have poor reading comprehension skills. Or biased because Daddy Magneto hot. Which I don't blame you for but the number of times I've seen the above comment pop up in so many places is... annoying.

#re meta #Ethan Winters #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil #anonymous #ask and ye shall receive #like look I may admit I'm a bit biased myself #cause the moment Ethan says ''I'll take my chances'' and lets go of Heisenberg's arm? #*chef's kiss* #I remember the first time watching it I was so f proud of him #screaming ''what a fcuking badass'' in my thoughts #the first time I was watching it was probably one of THE scenes for me #one of those where I thought Ethan was amazing #so like... hearing people call him stupid for that? #no that's my badass son you're talking about #he ain't take no sht #YOU'RE WRONG #Karl Heisenberg

[starline148]

So while I’ve been sick this December I could watch some movies I wanted to watch since a while. One of them was Encanto (other Luca), and I want to write something abouth them although not sure if anyone will care.

So gonna go with Encanto first.

I really loved this movie and I enjoyed a lot the time. For me the story hit a lot, it was different but interesting and necessary. I like this theme being portrayed in a movie and with magic the better. I love the characters a lot too, I love the care they are designed with and how good they represent their country and culture, it’s so gorgeus to watch and learn. I just feel it’s amazing that Disney is doing more representation and movies are setting in other countries/cultures, because you can learn but this people have representation too, and it’s very good and heartwarming. I felt the movie a bit rushed in some parts, but I get they have limited time so even if I’d like some things to being deeper explorer I understand it couldn’t be. I also had a problem understanding the songs. Like I couldn’t hear very well what they were saying and as I didn’t have subtitles I thing I’ll need to watch it again but subtitled this time. Anyways the songs were beatifull, my favorite was “Colombia, mi encanto” but I felt touched by “Surface Pressure”. I loved the main conflict in this movie, because for once it wasn’t something like good versus evil, or good people versus bad people, just a familly of normal (with magic) people with each one having their own traumas and having to communicate to heal them and stop hurting themselves/others, like this is very human and real. And again, being portrayed in a movie is very important. Something I can’t understand is why people are going so hard against Abuela, it wasn’t until I read other people talking about the movie that I didn’t even consider her as an antagonist (I didn’t do anyways). Like, to me, she is just another victim of the situation and the conflict revolves about the misscomunication and expectatives. Yeah, I understand she didn’t do right forcing her familly but which familly is complety free of having doing so? Which one doesn’t put their own expectatives on someone else? Why villanize it so much?? I also understand that she has to going through some consecuencies, but people looked like they wanted her to be punished, for what? taking care of the town? being traumatized? trying to be perfect herself and her familly to continue with the only little thing she though she could do for others? I don’t know, to me she is the most complex character of the movie and I loved her so much. She is as “guilty” of the situation as the others for letting it be. Like Bruno decided to ran away instead of facing the situation and Isabela decided to go on with being perfect instead of telling what she really felt. Mirabel parents could have said something about her daughter too, I don’t know if it’s backstory (or if it’s in the songs parts I couldn’t understand) but it didn't fel like they tried to do. It’s said that two didn’t argue if one don’t want to, in this case you can see that both sides could have done something to resolve the situation but as it was just miscomunication they didn’t know they could do that, but some people talk about Abuela like she is a monster, too exagerated in my opinion (which is just an opinion). Last thing about Abuela, her story was so sad, I cried a lot with that part. I like that Mirabel’s love for her family could heal the trauma or at least start doing the thing (because each one has to take responsability of their own). I think it could have been nice to see onscreen more of the reconciliation, but I guess it’s fine just with the rebuilding of the house as metaphore of it. So, to finish. I absolutly loved this movie and I hope it’ll get a lot of recognition although Mirabel isn’t a “princess” and the movie doesn’t have any prince for her, as it seems that Disney has to have to succeed. (I’m a bit salty of the “formula” because it lets sink movies that are wonderfull just because they haven’t a princess, songs and/or a love interest -Treasure Planet-, at least Encanto is so colourfull and have a lot of good songs that it can success, I hope so at least).

#encanto #movie #disney #mirabel #mirabel madrigal #family madrigal #familia madrigal #my english isn't the best as always

[ferie-anon]

Hello sweetheart I was wondering if I could get a ship in wayv ! My placements are Pisces sun, capricorn moon,Aquarius mercury, pisces venus, taurus mars and virgo rising ♡ thank you for your time , stay safe and healthy, and dont forget to drink water !!

Hii, your pisces sun and cap moon combined make you very insightful but like openminded. You have your opinions, but you don’t really say it at first. Dislike feeling stressed out by something, maybe a due date assignment etc. Aquarius mercury makes you open to the impossible ideas, and thinking unlimited. But your cap moon makes you quite sarcastic at times:D Next up your venus in pisces shows you are super romantic in a relationship, attracted to good hearted people. Lastly, taurus mars don’t get mad easily but thats cuz they hold it in or not let it bother them till it explodes eventually. You don’t quit when there is a goal, however long it is you will continue towards it usually. Lastly, virgo rising shows that first impression you seem shy, reserved, neat and a perfectionist~

In Wayv, your match is... Lucas! ❤️✨

This giant baby is aloof in such an endearing way, and other than his usual crackheadness he is pretty chill and just very easy to talk to~ Lucas noticed you in a room full of classmates that you didn’t know, so you sat at an empty seat in the back. Unlike him, you blended into the crowds of talkative classmates, whereas Lucas stood out with his friends and girls staring subtely at him. Moving his long agile limbs, soon Lucas had left his spot and made his way to yours, as you noticed a tall guy hovering over you. Both of you guys cracked up at each other’s awkwardness and that’s how it all...started~

Okay, Lucas’ sun is in aquarius which is conjunct to your mercury. Which means it appeals to your mercury, so you both feel easier to open up to each other bout things and communicate. You listen to his ideas wholeheartly, while Lucas adds or theorizes with you :3 Lucas’ moon is in taurus which is also an earth sign like your moon cap! This means both of you have similar morals and values towards your thinking. Cap moons are practical and taurus moons are down to earth. Both realistic and out there rather than the dream world usually. <3

Next up, Lucas has his mercury in capricorn, so conjunct to your moon. This means his speech and how he explains himself has you agreeing and appreciating his opinions and reasoning. Both of you guys have great harmony in thinking alike~ And his venus is conjunct to your mercury~ Both aquarius, his way of showing affection appeals to you, venus aquariuses like to show that they are different from others. Aquariuses are naturally aloof, and thats their charm point, :3 they are also openminded bout anything (activities, new knowledge, etc). You’ll appreciate his openminded thinking, like you would prefer someone who wouldn’t judge you so much as u have a sensitive side. Pisces venus shows you’re romantic in a sweet soft way, and Lucas would think it’s adorable :3 and appreciate your lovely thoughtfulness as well. Becuz venus pisces care bout the personality inside, not status usually.

Lastly, his mars is in libra. Both of you guys’ mars sign don’t get mad easily, so there won’t be much conflict unless miscomunication-wise~ His mars is also trine to your mercury, which means you get energized and enjoy conversing bout things! Together, you are never bored with each other <3

Overall, I think you guys will be the sweet talkative couple that has fun all the time as long as its with each other :3 You guys will enjoy a good new experience anytime on dates or activities to do, and you guys radiate loveliness together~ ☁️ ❤️☀️ 💖✨🌿

#ask #kpop ships #astrology ships #lucas #nct #nct u #wayv

[soleminisanction]

Speaking editorial problems in YJ, there's something that's been bothering me for a while. When Tim "left for college" at the end of, I think it was an issue of 'Tec? It always struck me as the batbooks letting Tim go while and letting him be more a WC character for the time being. But then after YJ started he began showing up in Batman again with no real continuity with YJ. Do you think that might be an unplanned change, a miscomunication between writers or could it be part of some larger plan?

My money's on miscommunication/the Bat-writers after Tynion just doing what they wanted without regard.

There was a token effort to imply that Tim had been "called back" from his YJ adventures to talk some sense into crazy City of Bane Bruce (I assume because Tim shares the "good son" reputation with Dick and would thus be the most shocking/""obviously out of character"" to get slapped during that one infamously dumb moment). But as you know, Tim is Robin when he goes back to Gotham despite switching to Drake in the Multiverse.

Which kinda adds more credence to the idea that he was originally supposed to come back as Robin and take on his new identity in Year Two, but when those plans got changed the Bat-books didn't get the memo in time/didn't want to spoil the reveal before it happened in YJ.

[angel020102-blog]

Information Literacy Individual

12 Gas 3

As we all know information literacy is very valuable skill that helps us in our daily lives. As an information literate individual you must know how to manipulate the information you acquire and disseminate in every aspect of things that information may be needed.

   Many people misunderstood this aspect because of their lack of sensitivity in terms of this particular commodity. They see information as an variable to use in their own purposes but they use them in an  injudicius  way were in if continued many casualties will be done and miscomunication will be adhered.

    So as an information literate individual we must be alert in using, disseminating and acquiring information. We must know the sources of the information Un attain and find the quality of that commodity with an accurate analysis and also be responsible at all times and be open minded or you must widen your perception in things so that there will be no misinterpretation will occur.

    We must cease this characteristics and apply it to ourselves so we can ensure or perceive risks that information may cause not only ourselves but also the people around us and also the environment we live in.

[funeralclickbait]

Hello there. I'd like a reading. I just want to know what you see between my ex and I. It was a very confusing relationship. I'm wondering mostly if you see him wanting to talk to me again? I wanna know how he feels since we don't speak. His name is TK my initials are TL. Thanx🌹

Welcome.

Alright, so it appears like he’s a bit conflicted right now. He still desires to pursue something, this relationship but he’s holding back and fighting against that desire, mainly because things were not and probably won’t be just as he wants them to be. They don’t meet his expectations, but to be fair, maybe he’s set his expectations to high, meaning he will end up being disappointed no matter how hard both of you try.

You, seem to feel unwanted and pushed aside. What was once familiar became strange and made you feel unwelcomed and left alone. You keep reflecting about everything and the feelings on both ends but beware of this, for it may lead to an unhealthy struggle to move on. Actually, I can see that has to do with the energy beetween both of you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but during your relationshil there were many small problems that eventually led to both of you feel trapped between them. Now, these problems naturally gave both of you lots of feelings and thoughts that you didn’t express properly and to this day continue inside of you, bottled up. There was and still is miscomunication and that seems to pay a big role in why things ended up like this.

On his end, I believe he feels like he has to appear as calm and in control as he can, when inside there’s still frustration and maybe a bit of resentment. He is purposely keeping his distance and a calm façade in order to keep control.

I don’t know if he wants to talk to you or not, honestly I didn’t ask but I don’t think so, at least for the moment. That’s up to him, but if you really wish to know, why nolt talk to him first?

Hope you find this accurate and that you let me know through feedback. Please submit it through the ask box.