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xiaowhore · 8 months

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hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry!

premise. in which you manage to make neuvillette feel better at the expense of your dignity. (a fair trade, really.)

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note. do umbrellas exist at teyvat. i really don't know.

You've never taken Monsieur Neuvillette as the type to dramatically brood in the rain when he gets sad, but to be fair, you don't know much about him at all.

You clutch onto your umbrella, contemplating. So, uh... Are you supposed to approach him now? Shield him from the rain with your umbrella? That doesn't sound too bad, actually. But then what? Ask him if his pet fish died and now he's mourning his loss? That's hardly appropriate to say to the Chief of Justice... But it would be creepier to just stand there without saying anything, right?

You could leave and pretend you didn't see anything. Of course, that's an option too. It's possible he prefers to be left alone when he's unhappy.

But sulking while standing in the rain just gives “I want someone's attention” vibes, doesn't it?!

With a fit of reckless courage and a “fuck it” mindset, you advance your way forward to where he stands.

Regretting something as soon as you do it is on-brand for you, you realize as you soon come to learn you have to be on the tip of your toes to have the umbrella barely raising over his head instead of hanging from him. You must make a pathetic sight, attempting to shield both yourself and this hulking tower of a man from the rain with a tiny umbrella.

“...What are you doing?” Neuvillette turns around, taken aback when you're in much closer proximity than he expected. Panic flares in his eyes, and like the gentleman that he is, he steps back to create some distance. His head presses against the edge of the umbrella.

“Hey, you shouldn't move away!” You follow his movements, closing the gap. His head is now safely within the umbrella's reach, but you're an inch away from being pressed up against his chest. “I miscalculated. This thing's too small for us.”

When the initial shock wears off, his shoulders slump, a sign of him lowering his guard. “If you know that much, you should use it for yourself and go home.”

That doesn't sound like a bad idea. Appealing, even. You've never felt so silly in your entire life and the option to run away is looking more enticing with each second that ticks by.

Still.

“It's dangerous to walk alone at this hour. Won't you accompany me, sir?”

...Not the best excuse you could've come up with, but your mouth runs faster than your brain. Neuvillette, being the considerate person he is, actually takes some time to think about it, and you hurry to say, “If you leave me alone now, you could have another disappearance case in your hands tomorrow. Would you really like more work on your desk rather than some company tonight?”

He gives you a long, suffering stare that looks suspiciously like the one he gives to Lady Furina when she disappoints him, but he doesn't say no. His hand wraps around the umbrella handle, overlapping with your fingers. It takes another two seconds of that stare before you get the message and you let go, finally able to rest the balls of your feet on the ground as you stand on normal footing.

“I hope you don't make a hobby of coercion,” he hums as you walk together, your shoulders brushing every so often. “Or else I'd see you as a criminal suspect tomorrow instead of a victim.”

“I see that jokes aren't your strong suit, Monsieur Neuvillette.” You laugh awkwardly, your nervousness spiking to an all-time high throughout your entire interaction with him. It's been barely ten minutes.

Silence ensues.

“Do you like showers, sir?”

You should've just kept your mouth shut, damn it.

“I like them the same amount as the average person, I suppose.” The ridiculous question doesn't phase him, and you don't know how he's able to keep a straight face while saying that.

You decide to push your luck. “...Do you prefer bathing with cold or hot water?”

Finally, you draw out a light chuckle from him, the sound deep and pleased. It almost makes playing the fool worth it. “I've been told I'm not the best with small talk, but you seem to be worse than I am.”

Your head snaps up to look at him, affronted. “It wasn't a bad question!”

“Certainly not as bad as talking about the weather. Do you want me to praise you?”

Was the Chief Justice always this sassy? “You're making fun of me,” you point out the obvious, turning away and crossing your arms. “I asked about showers because you were standing in the rain.”

“You thought I liked showers because I was in the rain?”

“Well, I didn't know for sure. That's why I asked.” Even you can tell you're sounding more and more ridiculous by the minute. Was your house always this far? You can't wait to dive to your bed and pretend this encounter never happened. “I think I'll just shut up now.”

“Really, now?”

“Every time I open my mouth around you, I embarrass myself further. I think it's for the best.”

You hear another chuckle as heat crawls up to your cheeks, spreading to your ears. “For what it's worth, you did put me out of my terrible mood. You're quite funny.”

“That's a nice way to say you think I'm being strange.” You hide your face with your hands, peeking at Neuvillette's expression between your fingers. Bathed in the silvery moonlight, he looks straight out of a painting, even with wet hair and drenched clothes.

You've never seen him up close, never even dreamed of standing next to him. Now, you're exchanging jabs at each other like it's the most normal thing in the world, like you weren't just thinking he was someone out of reach when you watched his court trial in amazement. Now, he's so close that you can almost feel the heat from his body, so much more tangible than just a figure you admired from afar.

“But I do have your strangeness to thank,” he admits, looking off into the distance. The stars shine bright in his eyes. “Had it not been for you squeezing me under your umbrella and forcing me to walk you home, I'd surely still be under the rain.”

“...Couldn't you have phrased that better?”

“In court, I only state facts.”

You laugh dryly. “You could spare me some dignity by embellishing the story a bit... Oh, we're here.” You were so occupied defending yourself from his witty comments that you didn't realize you had already arrived home until your door was right at your face. You glance at Neuvillette, who then nods towards the door. If he's disappointed to have the stroll cut short, he doesn't show it.

“Go in. It is rather late.” He closes the umbrella and offers it back to you, a gentle smile on his face. The sight is almost like a reward for your efforts; the small upturn of the corners of his lips makes all the difference, his sharp, cold gaze softening into something more affectionate. The rainbow after the storm. The gratitude for a small kindness.

“You have to get home, too,” you utter, pushing it back to him.

“The rain stopped a few minutes ago,” he insists, gesturing behind him. You blink owlishly, observing the still pools of rainwater. You didn't even notice. Why didn't he say so? You didn't have to squeeze together under such a tiny umbrella, then.

“You should still keep it.”

He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive. “Why?”

You unlock your door, stepping inside, but still not closing it shut. “Well, it gives you an incentive to see me again.” You grin at him mischievously, like you thought of a genius plan. “I work at the cafe in the main street. I'm sure we have some tea that will strike your fancy. Make sure you're not moping next time we meet, yeah?”

Not for the first time, he seems taken aback. But his gaze softens once more, his expression molding into something pleased. “Very well.”

And so, he leaves with a small umbrella in his hand, a smile on his lips, and the clear skies over his head.

The next time you see Neuvillette, the sun is high in the sky. Compared to that night, you can see him a little better now.

That's how you notice he looks unusually shy with a bouquet of flowers in his arms and a pink blush high on his cheeks. “...Good afternoon,” he starts, his lips curving to a beginning of a smile. “The weather is great today, isn't it?”

You stare. You stare some more. And when the sight finally processes in your mind, your twinkling laughter rings in the air, as sweet as the aroma of freshly baked muffins. “And who stooped so low to talk about the weather this time, huh?”

Neuvillette can't even pretend to feel bad about it, not when you're jumping off the seat in the counter to show him a table for two. “Your silliness is infectious, it seems.”

“Hey!”

(You've never taken Monsieur Neuvillette as the type to be smart-mouthed, the type to be indulgent to your whims, the type to be romantic towards the person he's interested in—

But now you have all the time in the world to get to know him better.)

#neuvillette x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact scenarios #neuvillette #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x you #genshin impact x you

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beansprean · 4 months

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Oh noooo I thought the angst was over...but being a vampire doesn't magically fix everything I guess heehehehe

My Familiar’s Ghost part 65

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ID: 1a. Chest up of Nandor in the foreground, turned toward the viewer to look back toward Guillermo's desk, a small frown on his face. Behind him, Guillermo has turned his back to face his bed again and is holding up a red sweater to inspect it. Nandor asks, hesitating, "Guillermo do you, ah, remember much from when you were a vampire who was not you?" Guillermo replies casually, "Mmm, not really." 1b. Close up on Nandor looking stricken as his face is suddenly cast in a dramatic shadow, mouth screwing up as he stares at nothing with wide eyes. Offscreen, Guillermo continues obliviously, "It's probably for the best, haha." 1c. Close up of Guillermo turning to look over his shoulder, past the viewer, as Nandor mumbles from offscreen, "Yes...for the best..." A look of concern crosses Guillermo's face. 1d. Reverse shot as Guillermo turns fully toward Nandor, the viewer now at his back, and asks, "Wai- I didn't hurt you, did I?" Nandor stands by the curtain door, back turned to Guillermo. He scoffs, half turning his head, and waves a hand dismissively. "Of course not!"

2a. Bust of Guillermo as Nandor continues offscreen, "You think a warrior like myself would be hurt so easily? You are only a green little fledgling." Guillermo flinches at that and frowns deeply, looking more confused than offended. Nandor continues, "Now continue packing up all your little human things!" 2b. Zoom out, Nandor close up in the foreground as he storms out of the room, expression hidden but clearly hurt. He snaps, "Now that you have no need of them any longer." Guillermo stands alone in the room behind him, sweater limp in his hands, confusion and concern fighting for real estate on his face as his jaw bobs with no words coming out. 2c. Wide shot behind the staircase, outside of the room. The curtain to Guillermo's room flares out dramatically as Nandor stomps out and crosses to the other end of the panel, fists clenched. Colin stands just outside the doorway, phone in his hands as if mid-text and staring after Nandor as he stalks past. 2d. Wide shot inside Guillermo's room, facing the doorway. Colin ducks in with a grin, hand lifting the curtain out of the way, and comments, "Always hot and cold with that one, huh?" In the foreground, Guillermo buries his face in the spare sweater and screams with frustration. /end ID

#wwdits #my familiars ghost #nandermo #mlm #guillermo de la cruz #vampire guillermo #nandor the relentless #colin robinson #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #fan comic #image described

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piratefishmama · 3 months

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shit I wanted to ask more about your thoughts on that dynamic with Steve and Eddie but I clicked ask to fast because I'm impatient :)

I'm thinking for this there'd be no upside down, so Eddie wouldn't get chomped, but he's so SCRUFFY. And Steve knows him, because he's very hard to miss in school but he never really had the balls to approach.

Eddie and his big ol wings are kind of. Intimidating. Beautiful, but very intimidating.

It's through the kids that Steve finally winds up talking to him, kids Steve will always be roped into babysitting upside down or not, Eddie still rules the roost in the DnD club, wings giving him the extra somethin somethin to create dramatic flare, are they a cape for a dastardly villain that he uses to cover half his face to create mystery or intrigue, or maybe he gives an extra demonstration of ruffled feathers for an Aarakocra npc!

And more often than not Steve finds Eddie's feathers on the kids, he's pulled a few out of Dustins hair, plucked one or two out of Mike's clothing, he's gathered a little collection (yes he absolutely keeps them they're PRETTY) by the time he finally collars Eddie to help him with sorting them out.

He may have done. A little research into wing maintenance. And maybe... maybe he got the right tools to fix them up, the best oils and things, just... yknow... as a friendly friend thing. Definitely not a "I've harboured a maybe slightly large crush on you for a WHILE" thing. Definitely not.

And Eddie let's him. Or rather he sits there very still, doesn't even joke about it, just sits there like eyes wide mouth zipped shut, trying very hard not to make a PEEP even though ohboyitfeelsverygood

And this happens a few times, eddie tries to make it transactional so it's not like. A thing. Steve helps him with his wings, he gives him a joint or two as a freebie. Transactional, only Steve keeps tucking the joints back into Eddies jacket when he's not looking so it's not transactional and Eddies having a crisis and that inly gets WORSE when he finally can't keep the little whines down when Steve strokes his fingers through his feathers and now he's running away and Steve can't get a moment alone with him anymore and angst!! Pining!!! Misunderstandings and confusion!!!

Steve calling Eddie Angel, though. Cause. Yeh.

#pirateanswers #NO PLEASE SPAM ME WITH WING FIC ASKS #steddie #wingfic #many thoughts none linear

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anantaru · 1 year

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𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐓

the temperature in sumeru continues to grow with the heat making scaramouche horny and frustrated.

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୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw, fem! reader, you call him kuni, riding, frustrated kuni, unprotected sex, cumming inside, sweaty and messy.

"what the fuck?!"

the persisting, nagging heat in sumeru surely reached a new record today, scaramouche was sure of it, the lingering uncomfortable feeling of his clothes sticking together was bothersome and how thick the air turned, many people facing sudden difficulties in something as easy as breathing alone.

his shirt was already pretty tight, yet the way it was clasping onto his body was enough for him to wiggle himself out of it at last, angrily tearing and throwing the damp garment on the floor, leaving him bare chested in your shared modest apartment.

the lace of sweat on his chest was obvious to be perceived, he next, voiced a sharp sigh of relief which bubbled out of his throat when he was mopping away the perspiration that had developed on his pale skin.

his tense muscles fed into each other when he stretched himself, tilting his head left and right with lidded eyes, yawning out in a frustrated manner.

the high temperature that had constricted him from moving freely was dissolving just a bit upon hearing the door open together with the sound of you, or to be exact, the silent squeal as you walked into the scorching room.

"kuni? what the hell?!"

immediately, you unbuttoned your dress and spotted your boyfriend having a near on breakdown from the hot weather, the anger laced around his features nothing but a copying mechanism to survive the heat.

"how is it even hotter in our apartment?!"

you seem to be capable to read his clear thoughts, or that's what scaramouche thought the second you questioned the very thing he had been asking himself all damn day.

"i don't fucking know, it's tedious and nasty."

with your hand fanning cool air into your face, you paced over to your boyfriend who dramatically plopped himself onto the couch, his head thrown back with his chin held high, rubbing his damp forehead that his hair was sticking on.

in any other circumstances, you might think someone who had worked for the fatui in the past and endured the freezing cold in the cryo nation had built a remarkable resistance over any weather, yet he found the heat despicable, scaramouche would rather get hit by a massive ice block than endure any more of this living, roasting hell.

the flared, red expression on his pale skin stirred the tiny hairs on your neck, he was utterly adorable, struggling and pretending that he had himself under control under a flaming fire like that.

"hey, what if we take a cold shower together, doesn't that sound good?"

posing your question, you plopped next to him as he peaked at you with his indigo eyes, perceiving your unbuttoned dress loosely hanging around your shoulders, what a sight, his mouth watering.

"look at you."

his statement was direct, turning his head to get your attention, "cover yourself or the room will get hotter, do you want to kill me that badly?"

to say you weren't flustered by his passive aggressive compliment would be a blatant lie, yet today you didn't want to give him the benefit of triumphing over you.

rolling your eyes you attempted to move away but got stopped in the end by both of his strong hands suddenly holding your waist down, a self satisfied smirk concealing his handsome, facial features.

"come on now, don't tell me you really thought i was being serious?"

how comfortable it was for him, that you clearly knew how he acted sometimes as he didn't feel the need to explain himself, ever.

"who even knows what you're serious about and what you aren't."

with you spending a lot of time taunting him, you surely were certain what right buttons to push to tickle the desired reaction out of your boyfriend.

unable to suppress a laugh, scaramouche proceeded to shift himself to your body, the small indifference of your breathing being enough evidence that whatever he was doing right now clearly coaxed a reaction out of you, one he knew very well.

"i'm very serious about this right now."

setting as to proving you wrong, he leaned in to abruptly kiss you, squeezing the sides of your hips to pull you onto his lap with you straddling him. Overlaid with the faint scent of clean sweat, you deepened your connection and placed your hands onto his naked chest, adding your tongue.

"how serious?"

there it was, the early sexual tension, the one you happen to experience whenever you shared a room, more so whenever you pressed your lips together, tongue's dancing in tandem.

"never been more serious before, dear."

scaramouche ended the sentence with an alluring smirk as he inclined his face towards yours a bit more and laid his hands over the flimsy material of your dress, drawing it off your shoulders in a fastened manner.

clearly witnessing the sudden urge in him, you ran your fingerpads down his sweat covered stomach with the curves of his natural muscles glowing. Drawing his breath in with each stroke of your hand prancing lower to his groin, his hungry kisses exposed him off his need, his arms flexing around you to press you close.

how immensely grateful he was that his pants weren't as tight as his shirt prior, his cock being semi erect now as it rested right within your clothed pussy, the blood in his veins pumping and throbbing through it.

your inability to speak out seemed to be related to the fact that you were very much enjoying this right now, the hurling inferno in your apartment coming secondary, almost forgotten when you stilled your fingers on his waist at last, hooking your skillful digits into the waistband to pull him out off his confinements.

at this point, you weren't bothered by anything anymore, lazily dragging his pants down together with his boxers until the garments hit his knees before studying his eyes, intoxicated with a haze of euphoria.

"what are you waiting for? kiss me." as flowers opened back in spring, so did your heart whenever you heard his rough familiar voice on you, all the more pleading without him actually begging.

naturally, doing as he says, you trailed yourself back into him to place your lips together, the rest of his breathing was lost against your parted mouth. Careful, you gently nibbled on his lower lip, the light sucks made his whole body tremble in significant shivers.

scaramouche groaned softly under your touch, gentleness being the very thing he longed for as he placed both hands on your wet chest, gathering you and tangling together.

there was nothing more bewitching than your breasts in his eyes, the beauty of your mounds being enhanced by the faint outline of sweat entwined around the raw curves, glistering.

rolling your nipples in between his thumb and pointer finger, you squealed into his mouth, involuntarily grinding yourself into his now fully erected cock, catching him off guard with the air getting stuck in his throat.

completely unyielding, raw, with so much emotions you thought your mind would turn blank and dizzy, on the brink of passing out.

at once, the heat was spreading into your body, one, that wasn't akin to the high temperature in sumeru, but one that came from you and your soul alone.

his touches on your breasts felt like pure liquid, soothing and wet when he drifted back to your lower region, hooking his skilled fingers into the flimsy material of your panties to messily draw them aside, exposing your aching pussy to the warm room.

fuck, scaramouche couldn't believe his eyes, honeyed fire displaying itself on his widened pupils. How wet you had gotten and how sinful it melted together with the sweat on your bodies.

he needed to feel you right now, make love to you and fill you up with another filthy essence, more so possessively mark you from the very inside.

everything about you was natural and he loved it, craved it, his hand getting a hold of his stiff cock resting on his stomach as he took it, motioning a small tunnel with his fingers to stroke himself while you continued to suck on his tongue.

you got the message, how could you not? whenever scaramouche got needy it was evident, he wouldn't admit to it, so you proceeded to study his body responses, how his breathing hitched, how the grip on his hands got harder and the most important part, how his eyes glowed with that yearned sweetness, searching your scorching touch.

your folds were so soft and your pussy so warm, squishy, so responsive to his touch when he flicked his cock head over your prickling clit, aligning himself with your fluttering hole next as he beckoned you to retract your body a bit.

"sit on it." even with you practically being on top, it still felt as if scaramouche towered over you, the sheer control and authority in his aura was heavy on your skin, yet alluring and somehow made you yearn him further, it reminded you on his past as a harbinger.

through gritted teeth, you sat down to take him in one by one, your sharp fingernails digging into his shoulders as he helped you with one of his hands while the other one held his cock up so you could properly engulf him.

the second you greedily swallowed him up fully, you both moaned into another developing kiss, his eyes half opened as he watched you through his lashes, your chests sticking together yet none of you seem to care, more so was it a positive aspect now, aiding you in being intimate.

scaramouche realized you were more wet than usual, you felt so mushy and soft it was maddening to him, both your natural lubricants made it fairly easier to slip in without you feeling a huge amount of discomfort.

he wanted to do more than just stimulate you, you've been unreservedly good to him, any time, the last thing he wanted to do was actually hurt you or give you any form of discomfort.

still remembering that one time you showed him that it was okay to crave intimacy, cradling and caressing his body, till this day said moment was proceeded to be engraved in him.

scaramouche was holding it close and applying it whenever he got to make love to you.

his cock was hot and hard within your sobbing walls, grazing over the tingling flesh with the hardened veins that was pulsating with blood. Your hole was buckling around his girth, making it quite difficult for you to move without his added strength.

at first, your grinding was soft and slow, needy but tender, scaramouche gave you enough time to find your own rhythm as he began to breathe through his mouth, the hot air swirling over your bodies and doing you no favor, at all.

fascinated at the way you were circling your hips on him, his moans stuttered in his throat, his head slightly lolled back to indulge in your filth covered beauty.

and here he thought you couldn't get any sexier, not with sweat and perspiration dwelling on your breasts and being embedded right above your collarbone, yet here you were, glowing and taking the lead from him, chasing your orgasm energetically.

you lowered your head into him, resting your foreheads together as he helped you back and forth his impressive shaft, your tight, pretty pussy being more comfortable with his well packed groin, gradually swallowing him in and out.

hips lifting, another long moan, grinding down, the technique you went for had your heart thumping under your ribcage, his face displaying that he obviously enjoyed you and drank up everything you gifted him with.

"faster, f-fuck." he asked breathlessly, astonished by your ravishing tempo as you cried out upon feeling him abruptly thrust up, your body falling further.

the dominant motion that was actually dictated by the pace of his ruts into you had your mind feel heavy, your toes were curling when his swollen tip remotely hit into your sweet spots, one time, two times, fuck, your orgasm was so close you could practically taste it on the tip of your tongue.

scaramouche had his eyes pierced in where your bodies connected and his cock disappeared in you, your fluids were dribbling down his shaft with a faint layer of your essence appearing.

not really being surprised by the sheer amount of slick, there was a barely visible white ring of pure bliss entangled over his girth. The sounds of joy and glee rolled over the walls and were hitting his ears, the next groan coming right from his belly where his climax was building up.

"I-i'm so close kuni."

the sight of your brows scrunched together and you showing him a desperate expression was exhilarating. You could perceive the echo of strain in your thighs from how hard you were pressing and grinding onto him, ignoring the ache, the tingling sensation in your pussy being far too delicious to stop yourself from swallowing his cock now.

"lets cum together."

with those words, he sealed your fate, pulling his hands off your waist only to brand them on your cheeks, forcefully drawing you into a starving kiss as the both of you released, moaning into your parted mouth with drool lolling out of the corners of your lips, staining your chin.

"f-fuck, fuck." the wet heat and the significance of having him so deep in you and in that position as well, seemed to be enough to shower you with overstimulation, your hips giving out at last when he abruptly, in a sliding second, looped his arms over your waist to push you onto your back, shoving you into the couch when he rammed his hips forward in a hungry pace, riding your climax out with his aching cock.

how desperately you wanted to cry out his name with scaramouche towering over you now, moan out screamingly yet his tempo was otherworldly, your mouth was as dry as the desert with your throat being tied together. Nothing came out of your mouth, only dying words as you bathed in overstimulation with your mouth gaped open while he fucked you silly.

with that, his heavy member twitched within your velvety insides, overflowing, spilling himself into you and painting your abused walls with white ribbons of warm cum. it was runny and sticky, he came too much as you didn't have the space to keep it all in, his seed dribbled out of your fluttering hole and just enough so that it ran over your behind.

it was too much, truly, the warm temperature and your hot body ultimately made him collapse on top of your wet body, his head resting in the nook of your neck with his uneven pants coating the sweaty, thin skin.

"archons, you're crazy." you tucked him into your arms as he laughed at your sentence, for once passing up on the opportunity to say anything snarky back to you right away, far too spend to even move an inch.

"just noticed that now?"

even without seeing your boyfriend, you knew he had a prideful smirk painted on his face, he could clearly perceive your back still being arched and your body shivering, shaking from aftershocks that had an electrifying intensity in them.

when you loosened the tension in your muscles, you laid into the soft, damp cushions of your couch, scaramouche grasped onto the left over energy he had as he pulled himself out of your core, your slick and his cum stuffed you full as it drizzled out.

"what a mess."

you dared to peak on your lower region yourself, your body was glowing and sweaty, yet his face, it told you a different story.

for once, he had a smile, that one that was normally built shown on blueprints promising warmth, satisfaction and utter love.

all of a sudden, scaramouche got up much to your surprise, sliding down his pants from his knees as he finally wiggled himself out of them, leaving him standing bare for your eyes to relish in.

"lets take the cold shower you were talking about now."

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mazeinthemiroh · 11 months

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Skz but it’s academic rivals to lovers 😩

stray kids as academic rivals to lovers

genre: academia, general, slight crack and angst?

word count: 0.7k

warnings: cursing

please like and reblog if you enjoy <3

bangchan

friendly competition.

he doesn't really like to have any hard feelings with anyone

even with someone he views as somewhat of a rival

he has the incurable need for people to like him despite him being competitive in most of his subjects

so he views your academic rivalry to be more of a friendly rivalry. the best person wins, in a sense. he's not going to get bitter and salty if you do better than him in an exam, and he expects you to follow the same sort of standard

and this friendly competition sparks a flirtatious energy that leads to something more...

minho

teasing and testing.

he likes to push your buttons

he's a stirrer. we know this, this isn't new information

he likes to get under your skin any chance he gets

if you get a lower score on a test, he's there ready to shove his high score in your face like the little shit he is

if you raise your hand in class and answer something that is wrong, expect to hear a mocking snort from mr minho himself

yeah he just loves to see you get riled up by him, especially since you're his academic rival. he takes pleasure in irritating you.

changbin

flirty and shameless.

even though you guys are supposed to be 'rivals', changbin has different intentions with your heated competition

what was once an intense rivalry to obtain better grades, binnie thought it would be much more fun if he flirted with you instead of causing negativity

because he doesn't like causing any drama and just wants to have a bit of fun, so there's no harm in getting a little playful whilst trying to do better than you academically

but this flirting leads to a relationship he wouldn't expect to have

hyunjin

dramatic flare.

he secretly lives for drama despite being one of the more quieter students in class

he is especially competitive with subjects he feels most passionate about, like art, english and dance. he wants to exceed and do well in these classes, and likes the feeling of being the best in his class

but when you come along and give him a bit of competition in his beloved subjects, then he has a problem

you give him the fire to push himself and do better. and suddenly he becomes better and better thanks to your 'threatening' presence

and soon he grows to appreciate you for pushing him and making him the person he is today. and he can't help but admit that you two make a powerful pair

jisung

shits and gigs.

honestly he doesn't care if he does better or worse than you

he's there for laughs and laughs only

it's not his fault that he's naturally talented and has a bright head on his shoulders

things just come easy to him and it absolutely infuriates you

he's the type to not do any homework or study for a test, but then get one of the best grades in class

which angers you, especially when you dedicate your time to improving yourself academically and your efforts don't always pay off

this is how he slowly becomes your rival

although it doesn't help that he's so damn charming and handsome... no matter how hard you try and hate him, he's always got you right where he wants you

felix

camouflaged adoration.

what you see as a rivalry, he sees as a way of getting close to you in his own little way

of course he wants to do well, and with a little competition, he feels charged and ready with any exam just so he could impress you with the outcome

but he ends up leaving each class feeling more admiration for you than he would have ever thought

just the way you are so well-versed in your subjects and have a great drive and passion for them is amazing to him

just you expressing yourself in class and showcasing your intelligence does something to him that he can't quite explain

seungmin

his love language.

he thrives off of academic competition

most definitely ends up being insanely attracted to you purely because you are intellectually stimulating and he just loves that

is mean sometimes. makes snide comments and remarks. but that's his way of flirting, honestly.

he likes being playful in his own little way. there's always a sparkle of mischief in his eyes when he sees he's riled you up, but he always makes sure not to take it too far or personally

he's masterful really in the way he plays with you. and he is so much more attracted to you when you know how to handle his witty remarks

jeongin

love-hate combo.

he can't tell whether he's attracted to you because of your equal competitiveness

or whether he's just super pissed off

it changes on the day, to be honest. it basically depends on if he's doing better than you or not; succeeding academically is the underlying factor of your relationship and he's not sure how to feel about it

and he loves to be a tease if he is succeeding faster or at a consistent rate compared to you

but he can't seem to take the teasing when he's on the receiving end, which gives you a bit of a rush

it's very back and forth with the both of you lol

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augusgus · 1 year

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Tags: sadomasochist childe bc I will die on this hill. (On my knees for this man btw! actually, he should step on me like rn), a bit of manhandling, a bit of hair tugging, a bit of spit play, childe gets off on being slapped <3

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Childe's the type to love it when you fight back. It makes him a little wild, a little hungry. He can't help but give you a mean smirk when he traps your chin between his fingers and raises it to make you look at him, leaning in, ever so slowly. You expect him to kiss you, you really do, but instead you feel his other hand run up your neck and grab a handful of hair, forcefully tilting your head back, so that his lips end up brushing over the skin right below your mouth instead. You glare at him but the smirk on his face only deepens as his grip against your scalp tightens painfully. He loves making you feel the control he has over you, making you feel his strength - a threat and a promise of how hard he could take you. How hard he would take you.

"Aww baby," he fake-pouts, the cruel glimmer of amusement in his eyes hardly hidden. "Why're you pullin' away? I thought you liked my kisses. Are always beggin' for them usually."

His grip on your chin hasn't loosened but he takes the opportunity when you open your mouth to respond to push his thumb between your lips and silence you. Straightening up a little, Childe peers at your face for a moment, then he sighs dramatically. "Dear me, my baby's not even speaking to me anymore... what to do, what to do. Maybe a little reminder's needed, huh. Can't have my baby becomin' rude now, can I."

He bites down the nape of your neck before you can react, soothing the pain with his tongue until a thin thread of saliva runs down your collarbone. You can feel the satisfied tug of his lips against your skin, hear the quiet hum of "told you~"

It's when your own hand grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs, hard, that he comes face to face with you again - the noticeable flush covering the height of his cheekbones making the blue of his eyes stand out. An intrigued tilt of his head and he slowly lets go of his hold on you, though with his thumb he rubs the spit from your mouth all over your lips then smears it across your cheek. "Finally lookin' pretty for me," he murmurs, his smile condescending.

The slap resounds loudly in the room, red blooming on the side of his face where your hand has met with his skin. A moment passes in which he doesn't say anything, heated gaze not breaking away from your own even for a second, and you see the exact moment new heat flares up in his eyes. He licks his lips.

"Now do that again, darling."

#maybe i should write a fic about this actually #childe smut #tartaglia smut #genshin impact smut #ajax smut #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia

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jaegersdevil · 9 months

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when bf!eren has an injury (headcanons)

with dot points this time! get excited guys

masterlist

bf!eren develops shoulder tendonitis playing basketball over time, and it flares up really bad at practice one day

you notice straight away that something is wrong because bf!eren always hugs you when he gets home from practice (sweaty and all), and he made a beeline for the bedroom instead of hanging around the kitchen like a FLY before you have to force him to have a shower

bf!eren tries to hide the pain he's in (wincing when you turn around, popping ibuprofen in the bathroom etc etc

it's only when you ask him what's wrong 17 times before he gives in and tells you (but don't worry guys 'its not a big deal')

not a big deal MY ASS

bf!eren cannot sleep, which means you don't sleep because he's tossing and turning and groaning and whining, and omfg, not a big deal, shut the fuck up

when you've finally had enough, you turn the light on and make him tell you everything that's wrong; where does it hurt? how much does it hurt? what will make you feel better? what did the team physio say?

what will make bf!eren feel better? after some crude remarks, you roll your eyes and get anti-inflam cream and an ice pack from the kitchen

while you're filling the bag with ice, 'help! i'm dying from neglect in here!' 😐

sorry? excuse me?

contrary to popular belief, i believe this man wants to be babied when he is sick, injured etc but only by you (if anyone else found out how he acts, he would resort to criminal offences)

bf!eren is very howl-esque in the sense that he is extremely dramatic when he's the bed-ridden one

when you enter the room, a reminder: it is 4am, he has his elbow thrown over his eyes, the duvet is kicked off his half-naked body, and he's sighing

your eyes are drooping from how tired you are, and bf!eren is practising dramatics 😐 at this hour 😐

you don't speak when you place the cream and ice pack on the bedside table, turn the light off, and get back in bed

bf!eren peeks an eye out from under his arm, wide awake

yes, he is very very grateful that you're helping him, but attention!!!

he craves it

he says his apologies lowly in the early dawn light, his words slurred because he's so tired and in so much pain

you roll over in bed and give him a deadpan stare, and he knows then how annoying he's been (both when he was hiding his pain and when he was being dramatic)

silently, you reach over him to grab the cream, sitting cross-legged next to him as you tell him to sit upright

bf!eren does exactly as you say because he can't take the pain anymore (and he doesn't want to piss you off more than he already has)

you rub the cream softly on his shoulder, noticing his winces and inhales through his teeth at the mere touches to his shoulder

bro is in pain pain

when you're finished, bf!eren will pull you into his uninjured side where you tuck your face into his neck because cuddles <3

but somehow, he ends up with his head on your chest??????

after a morning of sleeping, because he's finally comfortable, you wake up before him and make him breakfast

maybe it's a bad idea. maybe it feeds his ego 🙄, but bf!eren loves it

he's got a cocky smirk on his sleepy face, shirtless in bed, shovelling pancakes and bacon in his mouth

an ice pack (that is 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off) is taped to his shoulder because he can't not use it

despite being stuck to his shoulder with tape, the ice pack falls off every 0.8 seconds because he won't stop moving

so you forbid him from doing everything (because you can't deal with the drama for longer than 2 weeks)

washing his hair for him

getting him dressed

when he tries to grab a glass from the top shelf MANNNNN

you scold him because his shoulder is not allowed to move like that right now

'i'm dying of boredom! or maybe just dying' when he tries to play ps5 and you take the remote away (lmao its a little funny)

bf!eren feels guilty about being clingy after like 3 days because you have to go to class

but you, you!! you are happy to do all of it because, even if you hate being babied, bf!eren will go to the ends of the earth to make sure you're feeling your best no matter the problem

so maybe it's not so bad when you both have each other's backs <3

#repost because tumblr was down #eren jaeger #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #— ann writes!

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palaceofpassion · 2 months

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Welcome back, my good mutual. I have an ask for you.

In the spirit of the coming month, can you give us a scenario in which it's the Remnant equivalent of St. Patrick's Day, and the only person not wearing green... is Jaune?

Sweat ran down his brow, his heart raced in his chest. Sapphire eyes dashed from left to right. He was in a hurry, and no one would stop him. He didn't know where or when they'd come for him next! He had to be vigilant, this was what all his training had left up to.

He wouldn't let Pyr down, not again! Then it happened, his ears twitched as he heard a sound around the corner.

"Oooh Jaune~" The voice was sickeningly sweet.

Weiss never used that tone of voice with him, unless she demanded blood. Blood that suddenly curdled in primal fear.

He turned around, nearly falling over as his boots slid across the slick floor. His heart felt as if it would pop any second.

He needed to get to the dorm!

He knew a secret path, or at least a place that no one else would find him.

He heard another voice. "He's over there!" Nora called from the distance, there could be no other with that much energy.

"On it." It was Ren. Why was Ren turning on him so easily?!

He couldn't believe it, his friends were all traitors!

"Arc. I believe this is the end." His fears grew worse, it was Ciel Soleil, from Penny's team. She had somehow gotten before him, her normal calm demeanor coated with something wicked.

He wasn't going to stop in time, there was no way to avoid her. She he didn't bother. He put all his aura before him, and shifted into a shoulder tackle.

She must not have expected this outcome, for she simply moved out of the way to avoid him.

He was grateful that she didn't know him as well as his other friends. Any one close to him would have simply taken him from the bottom and knocked him over.

Eventually he made it through, only to see a flash of sorrow in the corner of his eye. Emerald eyes, followed by brilliant red. His world turned black as he was suddenly pulled aside by an unseen force.

Only to be caught by what he could describe as two soft pillows.

THe sound of the door closed behind him, a loud THUD.

He was trapped.

His world was over, before suddenly feeling a burning sensation on both sides of his waist. "Agh!" He cried out in pain, this was the end for him.

"Really now Jaune, was that so bad?" Pyrrha's voice reached his ears, the tall spartanish girl shook her head at his over dramatics. "This is why I tried to tell you to wear green." One of her hands was currently on his right side.

"Ye...yes! It... you should have just... given up earlier." ON the other was May Zedong from BRNZ. Having teamed up with Pyrrha, the two had managed to capture, and lay him low. Her fingers pinched his other side.

Both girls simply sighed, then giggled as they put a green scarf around his neck.

"Boo! I thought I could last longer." He gave up, falling on his back with dramatic flare.

Today had been the day of green! And he hadn't worn any.

"Too bad you don't have any natural green."

The final voice, Jessica Cruz a new first year here at Beacon, knelt before him, looking down as he rolled his eyes. "But a brave warrior doesn't yield!"

There was a silence, before he started to giggle. Apparently his self challenge failed! He had wanted to see how well he'd gone into training since his first year here at Beacon. But it seemed he was still no match for the stars. That didn't bother him though, because life was good.

"Yes yes, now get up, we can finally go enjoy the buffet, before Nora eats it all." He smiled as Pyrrha extended her hand to lift him up. He really was happy with his life.

#Jaune Arc #Dumb #Jessica Cruz #May zedodng #Pyrrha Nikos #Weiss Schnee #Ciel Soleil #Lie Ren #Nora Valkyrie

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dungeonpuppykai · 2 months

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Pairing: Soft Dom bf!Pedri | Tall brat gf!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, power imbalance, light manhandling, stern Pedri, Daddy kink, allusion to spanking, Pedri puts reader in her place in a rather sfw way atypical to me. Please do not read if this isn't your cup of tea. Do not repost my works in any way, or use my ideas without permission. Minors do not interact.

Pedri raises an amused, perfectly shaped eyebrow at your little act of defiance. He has to crane his neck upwards to look at you from his half turned position a few steps away from you.

"I am sorry, what was that?" It's a rhetorical question but he understands that you're just a silly little baby who never really thinks her words or actions through at first.

He has to spell everything out for you.

Your cheeks are puffed as you pout down at him, protestant arms crossed over your chest. "You heard me!" You think that you have really done something with this, but when your boyfriend doesn't budge, you start getting restless and fussier.

It's really hard to hold his eyes in situations where he's clearly unhappy with you.

Well, so what?!

You are also very displeased with him!

Pedri slowly slithers in a frustrated sigh when some of the staff and other customers in the bookstore start to stare at the scene you're causing. He is still only half turned to look at you when he speaks.

"Put it down, mi cariño~" your eyes roll despite his open dislike towards the action and a dramatic huff escapes you.

"I've no idea what you mean!" The louder your voice gets with each word, the more his jaw tightens.

Now you're just asking to be pulled across his knee.

"Should I come and look, mi vida?" The sweet endearments are a sign. You are digging your own grave.

But alas, you're just a dumb little brat, aren't you?

You nearly waver at that and he has to bite back his smirk. You're wrapped around his fingers and he knows it. Just a fiddle for him to play as he sees fit.

"I- I…" You gulp as you rake your mind for the appropriate words but images of how he'd look if he did approach you are already flooding your mind.

"Yes, mi corazón, you?" Despite the difference in your heights, he always manages to make you feel like the smallest little thing ever.

You nearly falter, his sweet tone almost lulling you into caving but then your fingers subconsciously tighten around the book and you can't help but snap back into brat mode.

"No!" Pedri is in disbelief at your audacity. The way both his eyebrows raise is proof. "I am NOT leaving without this!" And the book that you had stashed in your fluffy coat finally sees the light of the bookstore when you pull it off.

It isn't about the money.

Your boyfriend sighs under his breath. "Bunny, you chose the three we will buy today yourself. When you finish them, we will come back here and get that one for you" he half nods in the direction of the book.

It is about discipline and order.

"But I want it NOW!" Pedri nods as if understandingly.

"Okay, so here is what's going to happen" folding the arm so he can hold the three books you had chosen for this haul up to you, he speaks in an unimpressed tone. "You are either going to put it down and be grateful for these three" he held his free hand out to you. "Or we will go home with nothing but a sorry brat" and suddenly, you're in a dilemma.

He seriously didn't!

"B- But…" You are conflicted.

"Five seconds, bunny" his eyes find the huge wall clock.

You panic at first but then your eyebrows furrow again when you gaze at the book again. Your nose flares and you square your jaw, ready to stand your ground.

But then…

Pedri lets out a sigh and nods to him, turning to put the books away. "Alright" your legs move faster than your mind and you nearly toss the book you're holding who knows where.

"I am here, okay, I am here!" You clutch the hand he had held out for you desperately, whimpering and whining as you push your body into his.

The look he gives you is enough to make your cheeks flush as you duck your head to nuzzle your face in his shoulder, muttering out apologies.

"What do we say when we act like an ungrateful brat?" You pout as you toy with the collar of his coat.

"S- Sorry…" You are a stranger to your prior volume.

"Sorry, what?" Before he pulls you away and makes you whine. "Say it properly" he keeps you still and unbudging by a hold on your forearm, nonchalant to your grabby hands.

You're forced to lower your head at the end and whimper out an, "I am s- sorry, Daddy…" He keeps you there to let you bask in your littleness for a good few moments before he releases you and makes his way to the counter.

You follow closely behind, a bunch of his coat crumpled up in the fist you hold it with. As Pedri takes care of the payment and packing up of your shopping, you stare at your feet and wait for him. When he's done and you're exiting the store, you want to hold your new possessions but he hovers them above your eager hands.

You need a maintenance session it seems. Since you keep forgetting all of your manners lately.

"Oh!" You gasp when you realize your mistake. "Thank you, Daddy" and you have to kiss his cheek to express your gratitude, of course.

Pedri hums in satisfaction as he finally lets you hold them, fishing out his car keys and unlocking the luxurious car with a beep.

"Since you have lost ice cream privileges, we will go home now" your bottom lip juts out. "And how you behave in the next few moments…" A gasp leaves you when he reaches for your nape and uses it to push you closer to him and the car. "Will determine whether that pretty little butt will be blushing before the night ends or not."

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I've nothing to say except that I wish a speedy recovery to my Barca bofi <3

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri smut #pedri fluff #pedri x reader #pedri x you #pedri x y/n #pedri fanfic #pedri imagine #fc barcelona #pedri barça #pedri blurb

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griefabyss69 · 2 months

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Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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‘EDGE’ wc: 509 | rated: T | cw: Weeeeed <3

Here's Eddie's side of The Hole Story (Rated E), there will be 3 more installments <3

There's a new customer at his picnic table and Eddie can't help but wonder about him.

Steve Harrington in all of his glory has Eddie secretly clutching the edge of his seat, white knuckles hidden beneath the picnic table.

There's something to his stride that presses his thighs together right at the last second before he shifts to the other leg, his crotch moving in his tight Levis. Eddie's eyes are stuck there, even as Steve gets close and slides in to sit, his jeans pulling against his thigh as he swings his leg over.

"Hey, you working?" Steve asks with a veneer of confidence that Eddie doesn't bother looking through.

It's a stain that every jock carries; what's underneath is usually pretty fucking dull.

"Yeah, pick your poison," he replies, tapping dramatic fingers over his "lunchbox".

Steve nods, mouth opening in an air-headed drop that sends Eddie's mind wheeling back to thoughts of his dick. His lips look real soft and he can probably take a pounding; one thing Eddie thinks being a jock is good for, even if there's no tackling in basketball.

"Uh, weed. Please.”

Steve licks his lips as his eyes flit over Eddie's face and he feels kind of like baiting him, so he licks his lips right back, taking his time, pressing his tongue into the bottom one. Lingering.

It takes a minute before Steve snaps out of it, blinking heavily as he looks away.

How thrilling.

"Uh-huh, how much do you want?" Eddie asks, licking the edge of his teeth just to fucking see.

"I dunno, whatever you'd smoke in a week?"

Steve seems unsure of himself now, and Eddie knows he likes power but he really shouldn't be into the broken cockiness; still confident in some ways, but he could also be some tragic ingenue in an old movie.

His long eyelashes don't help.

"Way too much for you to handle," he laughs, and opens his stash. "You got twenty bucks on you?"

Steve nods, takes out his wallet. His thumb runs over the edge of it as he considers him.

"I'm not a virgin, you know," he says, and Eddie feels something hot flare down from his head to his toes.

"You're the last person on Earth I'd call chaste, Harrington," Eddie says, fighting against a hard swallow.

Steve really doesn't have to be a virgin to be a convincing boy-next-door type. Not with the guileless look he gives him, the beauty of it sticking to Eddie's mind like glue even when he shifts into a confused sort of understanding.

"With weed, Munson. Not a virgin with weed," he corrects him, huffing.

Annoying Steve is… a little intoxicating; if Eddie’s to continue being honest with himself. So he grins at him and does a game show gesture over his lunchbox even as his mind scrambles to figure out a way to get Steve to blush.

"Don't get cocky," he says, and pulls out a bag of his better stuff, fresh, because he's a fucking sucker.

It's fine as long as Steve doesn’t catch on. Nobody needs to know that there's a limit to his jock tax.

#griefabyss69 writing #stranger things fanfiction #steddiemicroficfebruary #the hole story

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tvckerwash · 6 months

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thoughts on wash's fighting style and his position in pfl because I can (utc because it's really long lol):

wash is very unique among the freelancers for a variety of reasons, one is that he doesn't specialize in one specific area of anything, he's a jack of all trades who is able to fill in for other freelancers if necessary. for example in s9 when york was supposed to be unavailable for lock picking/infiltration duty, carolina immediately went to wash (and we are ignoring that york is not shown to be good at lock picking!) if she trusted wash to fill in for their specialist in one area, I feel it's not a stretch to imagine that he can do so in other areas as well.

need a snipper but north and wyoming aren't available? wash can cover. need someone to get into the enemies' computer systems in place of ct, south, or york? wash can cover. need someone for stealth or reconnaissance in place of florida? wash can cover. etc etc.

wash's combat style reflects that jack of all trades, master of none thing very well too, as the way that he fights is very grounded and pragmatic when compared to the rest of the freelancers. a lot of people like to portray wash as less skilled than the other freelancers, but in truth I believe that wash being able to keep up and compete with the other freelancers despite his lack of dramatic flare is a show of just how competent and skilled of a soldier he is. wash is so good at doing what he does that he doesn't need all that extra bullshit to get the job done. sure, he might not look as Cool and SexyTM as the others while doing it, but completing the mission and surviving to live another day takes precedence over all else.

another way of looking at it is that wash fights in the same way that the odst's do, that is to say that he fights like a human who cannot plow his way through the battlefield in the same way the spartans can. wash's style of fighting is one that employs careful planning and targeted hit and run tactics—this is most obvious in recovery one and s6 whenever he's fighting against the meta.

I also feel it's important to note that wash is not a cqc fighter, he can handle himself if he gets into a cqc situations but his primary weapon is the battle rifle—which is a mid/long range weapon. if I'm being honest wash's way of fighting makes waaaaaaaaay more sense if you look at him not as someone who is trained to primarily fight against other humans, but as someone who is trained to fight against 8ft 2 ton aliens with plasma weapons that can slice through the hulls of UNSC battle cruisers (ships designed to travel through space!!!) like a hot knife cuts through butter and have the technology to raze entire planets to the ground in a matter of minutes.

I also personally believe that wash has the most military experience out of all the freelancers right behind florida, wyoming, and maine (who I hc as a spartan iii). we know that wash did his basic training in the leonis minoris system (a canonical halo system) and that system had two of the three planets glassed by the covenant in 2537, and wash directly references these events in the washed hands interview in the fan guide and the way he says it implies that he likely completed his basic training that same year. now I have some grievances with the timeline given in the book when it comes to the events depicted in the freelancer saga because it's just kinda weird, but everything prior to that bit is actually fine (though I hate the way that they decide to number the timeline lmao).

now in halo canon the human/covenant war ended in 2552, and according to the timeline in the rvb fan guide that was 1 year after alpha was sent to blood gulch. project freelancer is first cleared for funding 7 years BBG (before blood gulch), and recruits the 50 freelancers 5 years BBG. doing some math we can determine that pfl was cleared for funding in the year 2544, and the freelancers are recruited for pfl in 2546. so assuming wash finished his basic training in 2537 that would mean that he was in the military for 9 years before he joined pfl, and while wash is addressed as a corporal (e-4) in the washed hands interview he was most likely demoted to that after he was court martialed, and he was possibly going to be dishonorably discharged from the military because of his disorderly conduct.

using the current standards used by the us marine corps when it comes to rank progression, wash was most likely a sergeant (e-5) who was very close to being promoted to a staff sergeant (e-6). wash as a sergeant would've essentially been the assistant manager/co-leader of the platoon he was in while his staff sergeant was the manager/leader, and that would explain why he was able to even get into an argument with his CO in the first place. I believe wash held a similar position in pfl, as it's kind of implied that he did some management stuff in pfl (talking with internals/upper brass, him feeling comfortable with openly questioning carolina about whether york should be allowed on the sarcophagus heist, and of course he shows the ability to direct and somewhat lead south in recovery one, and him leading church, caboose, and the reds in s6, and him taking charge of the meta in s8).

even if wash wasn't a sergeant as a corporal he would've been in a position to be the leader of a fire team, so basically wash isn't some rookie who had no clue wtf he was doing as many in the fandom like to characterize him; he is an experienced and battle hardened soldier by the time he joins pfl no matter how you look at it.

to put all of that into context, carolina is born 29 years BBG, which would be 2522. so during pfl she's in the 24-28 range and she wouldn't have joined the military until 2540. I actually personally head canon that wash is the same age as carolina, but that he illegally enlisted at 15 because of a crappy home life, but ignoring my head canon and assuming that he joined the military at 18 instead, he would've been born in 2519.

#red vs blue #agent washington #project freelancer #mine #this was supposed to be a sort of compare/contrast between wash and ct cqc styles but i got sidetracked so now it's just #'wash isn't a uwu woobie baby' The EssayTM #i did start a remake of my version of the rvb timeline that's more in accordance w halo canon vs numbers characters have said in show #like i sat in the post the timeline revolving around the events of s9 and s10 is so wack. like pfl was falling apart from the very beginning #which just. doesn’t make sense to me #alt title of this post is 'just bc wash doesn't fight like an anime character like SOME PPL doesn't mean he sucks' lmao #wash saying he's the worst freelancer in s11 is a big fat lie bro just has some self esteem issues bc he was always treated as the butt of #some really fucked up jokes in pfl. like characters being assholes is rvb's whole thing but i feel like wash got singled out a bit #the episodes about the triplets in s14 only further prove my theory #anyway pls enjoy this post!#rvb

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ashessonfire · 10 months

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if you’re still looking for headcanon requests: what about kaz and reader who is disabled/suffers from chronic pain? i don’t often see x reader fics include things like disabilities, and it’s really quite nice to have found a character like kaz whose struggles i can relate to - ty <33

Kaz Brekker x (Chronically ill) Reader - Headcanons <3

- Paring : Kaz Brekker x Chronically ill! Reader A/N - Thank you so much for this request, and absolutely this is important, and i suffer from multiple chronic illnesses and pains too! I am basing it off my own experiences, which is chronic illness, but i hope it's general enough for anyone to relate to :) ════ ∘◦ᵒ 𓅓 ᵒ◦∘ ════

Kaz Brekker's image is one that permeates throughout the whole city, not a soul is unaware of the leader of the Crows

His limp only adds to the terrifying image, broken and twisted in every element of his being, yet completely unrelenting.

However, privately, his leg causes Kaz excruciating pain, a constant ache that never seems to cease, fatigue from stumbling around for too long, or the cold inducing agonizing flares of pain.

As a result, Kaz has become familiar with the aches and troubles, so when his partner reveals they experience something similar? Kaz suffers from a great mixture of hurt and relief

Why is he relieved you may ask?

Well, the bastard of the barrel can finally offer someone a sense of comfort and support, which in most things he finds practically impossible to do.

Sharing the experience with Kaz would offer the both of you solace, although at first it may come across as if he doesn't notice your constant pain.

However, very swiftly small pots of expensive medicines would arrive neatly wrapped on your bed, his cane would conveniently be placed close by during a flare up, and your favourite foods would mysteriously make their way to you, helping to brighten the tougher days.

Kaz is not a man of words, at all, however he would work on verbalizing his concerns, reading you easily and offering clipped but gentle check in's, like :

"How is the pain compared to yesterday?"

"I'm not going out soon, take my cane just in case"

"The painkillers are already in your drawer, I had Inej replace them this morning"

In terms of severe pain, both chronic + caused by a disability, please expect to never move a muscle - he will 100% get someone else to run around and do everything for you, especially when he himself is struggling.

If you care for him in return, you may even get a few faint smiles - he would be so deeply grateful for your attentiveness and devotion (but obviously it's Kaz, he won't show it freely)

Another reason i believe Kaz would be relieved, is that someone would finally understand his own disability and pains

You would be able to return his gestures, offering him the same sense of security and compassion, without overbearing sympathy or pity - something Kaz detests

Just after he broke his leg, I can vividly picture the pigeons of the barrel dramatically cooing at the young boys limp, explaining their sorrows for him with overwhelming pity

After this, he would undoubtedly threaten any sorrow for his condition with an excruciating death

Let's just say word spread quickly, and few dared to repeat this offence...

Kaz would also have little diaries tucked away in his office and at the slat, detailing each symptom of yours during flare ups - allowing him to prepare anything you could possibly need when the next one arrives

Kaz would feel more at ease with you than anyone else, and would likely share his own hardships with you - knowing that the pair of you can relate on a level few others could match

Honestly i just know that he would be in a strange way very relieved for you to understand his own struggles - allowing for him to be more comfortable with you overall <3

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P.S : As a chronically ill person myself, I just wanted to say that my requests will always be open for ideas like this, and my private messages are open for anything. If anyone is experiencing any form of chronic illness and needs someone to talk to, I am here for you!! It can be super isolating and difficult, especially when those around you cannot understand your struggles, even if they try to. Hopefully this post can find all my spoonie crow fans!! <333

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cosmic-c-kiddo · 5 months

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Cg! Lucifer Morningstar headcanons (pt2)

These are some more headcanons <3

⭐- his Cg nickname is papa!

⭐- he would be a chaos cg! Who cares about rules! He doesn't! The only rules would be there to keep you safe!

⭐- your his prince(ss) so he will treat you with royalty!

⭐- he carries your drawings with him in his pockets.

⭐- he's old fashioned and has a wallet photo album and he would definitely show it off to praise you/show how adorable you are! (All filled with discrete pictures to be safe)

⭐- he is really dramatic! And it would always make you giggle

⭐- he's way to protective it's actually cute! He would make sure nothing sharp is near you and his heart always jumps whenever you trip a little or gets little to close to sharp corners

⭐-he would never talk you down when you get hurt and is always gentle. After he patches you up he would carry you (even if you feel all better)

⭐- when you babble he always responds with flare.

⭐-when you tell him drama from your stuff animals. He acts all offended like "how dare Mr. Sniffles push Mrs. Bunny!"and would ask if you wanted him to show them a lesson (which makes you giggle)

⭐- idk if I put this is part 1 but he spoils you.

⭐- he now sports painted nails thanks to you and he loves it!

⭐- in public he allows you to hold his hand(or finger) and finds its adorable

⭐- if someone is being mean to you he fiercely protests you then takes you out for ice cream

⭐- he would spoon feed you if you say please and don't stop asking him! (He rolls his eyes when he does so but has a tiny smile because he feels needed)

⭐- he would make sure you are always drinking water

⭐-if hes at work while you are small he would text you a lot! And he would tell you to do things! Like get dressed, eat, drink, and watch tv or color or play!

⭐- he would allow you to join him in pranking Dan (or if it's season 3 Marcus) but takes all the credit so you don't get any heat from it!

⭐- he would wear any friendship bracelets you make him even if it doesn't match his outfit because he knows it would make you sad if he doesnt

⭐- he loves to tell dad jokes and puns!

⭐- if he really needed someone to babysit you the people he would most prefer in order would be: Ella, Chloe, Linda, Maze, Amenadel

⭐- he gives out sticker rewards! Rewards for what? Whatever he deemed good! Finished your food? Sticker! Finished your water? Sticker! Wasn't being a brat? Sticker! Was being a brat but apologies? Sticker! Being adorable? Sticker!

⭐- he starts trying his best for you.

⭐- he would remember every stuff animal/toy you have

⭐-loves to play pretend with you

#might edit to be longer but im done for tonight lol #sfw agere #agere headcanons #cg headcanons #caregiver headcanons #cg! lucifer #cg! lucifer morningstar #caregiver lucifer #caregiver lucifer morningstar #agere lucifer head canons #cg Lucifer headcanons #agere Lucifer headcanons

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hollowed-theory-hall · 20 days

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as an adult do you think there are any little habits or things that voldemort retains from his youth?

In a way, yeah, I'm sure he does.

The way we grow up affects us, and I think you'll find a lot of people retain certain habits from a very young age. I mean, people are, for the most part, creatures of habit. We like to have a schedule we follow every day.

Voldemort is a perfectionist, always was. And I don't think anyone would argue he doesn't have obsessive tendencies. So it's incredibly likely he had certain 'ceremonies' he did every day before going to bed or something like that. Like, the order of things and the way he does things being perfectly replicated every day. The thing is when it comes to little habits like that we don't really see him have any. Like, we don't know much about his eating habits, or what he does before bed or to relax or anything like that. We just don't really have that information.

But with his personality, he probably does have pretty rigid patterns in his day. Besides being used to it from the orphanage and Hogwarts, both of which had pretty rigid schedules. Old habits die hard, and all that.

What habits I can actually point at and say he probably does that... well, there aren't many because we just don't know. But this is what I have to offer:

We know he likes collecting things. Both as a child and later with his Horcruxes. I'd say working in Borgins and Burkes was definitely a decision connected to his appreciation of collecting rare magical artifacts to study. And it makes sense he'd like to have things, considering he grew up with basically nothing to his name. Especially nice things.

He most likely reads a lot, as a young child, a Hogwarts student, and an adult, since it goes hand in hand with studying magic. And it was probably one of the only things he could do at the orphanage to pass the time since he wasn't really playing with the other children there.

We also know younger Tom had a diary, so he might have used it for journalling before he turned it into a Horcrux. Considering he has a strong sentimental connection to his other chosen Horcruxes, I'd go on a limb and say he wrote in it before making it one. He is dorky enough for that (the diary would be under various privacy spells, obviously). We don't know if he still journals, but I'm sure he at least writes down all his magical research and experiments somewhere. He won't be a proper academic otherwise.

I think someone like Tom would honestly find comfort in something like journaling, it's structured, completely controllable, and predictable. It's something a young Tom Riddle could do that is just his and only he chooses when and what he wrote. Also, as no one else sees it, there is no failing it. Also, he has the dramatic flare for writing overly formal journal entries at the age of 11 (he's still dramatic, so that didn't change). So, I think this is a likely habit for the younger Tom that the older one continued, if for different purposes.

Not really a habit, but he's very suspicious of others and their intentions. He shows as much in his meeting with Dumbledore, that is definitely a behavior he retains. As an adult, he is just as suspicious and keeps everyone at arm's length.

Like, if we look just at behavior, he shares a lot with his younger self from the orphanage, deep down he is that same orphan raging at the world and wanting control and power he never had. I wrote a whole series about his personality and mentioned it there. But, that's more behavior than habits, so I don't think it counts.

Sorry, I can't offer you more habits. Unfortunately, there is a lack of book evidence on what Voldemort does in his free time when he isn't trying to kill Harry Potter...

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