#like nobody ever ignored me cause I said hey or anything like that

[ravabiye]

did anyone else's parents get, weirdly mad at them for saying "hey" to get people's attention? was that an actual social norm, what happened to it

#autism #social scripts #social conventions #my posts #I feel like my parents were the ONLY people who ever said anything about that #like nobody ever ignored me cause I said hey or anything like that #but then again they also may have just been poor teachers of social norms to an AuDHD kid #like when my mom got mad at me for saying #keep your hair on #and just Did Not explain to me Why it was bad #just violently grabbed my shoulders and yelled at me

[fromabasementonthehilll]

A Cold Kiss For Warmth

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: you unknowingly saved Jackie ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎from her own death.

Pairing: jackie taylor x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

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"I'm not jealous of you, Jackie. I feel sorry for you." Shauna spat, her words had bled out of her mouth and into Jackie like a sharp blade.

"And I'm sure everyone back home is so sad to be losing their perfect little princess," Shauna's breath hitched slightly, "but they'll never know how tragic, boring and insecure you really are," Jackie's lips trembled beneath Shauna's sentences, eyes wide and hurt - tears gradually piling upon her face, "or how high school was the best your life was ever gonna get."

"Fuck you." Jackie's words were almost silent, disintegrating into her tears.

You watched, alongside everyone else who had been settled around the fire warmed cabin. It wasn't for you to intervene; or for anyone else to intervene, you had never seen Jackie and Shauna fight - let alone with so much spite, and you figured it was best to leave them alone, though your heart felt for Jackie, Shauna's accusations were visibly going too far.

"I cant be around you - I cant even fucking look at you right now." Jackie didn't have the malice to insult Shauna, you sensed that neither of them really meant what they said, and it had just been the sickening feeling that haunted everyone after the crash, now creeping into their friendship.

It was just last week that you had really gotten close to Jackie, in school you'd usually hang out with the other girls, catching Jackie throwing glances your way in class every now and then. And you could've been caught daydreaming, the way you'd stare longingly at her; the way her hair fell onto her shoulders - how her honey eyes glowed when she looked at you.

"Hey (y/n)." She smiled, a towel around her neck after it had rained during practice. "Oh hi Jackie!" You turned to her after brushing your hair out and handing it back to Lottie.

"I just wanted to say you look really pre-"

"(y/n), hurry up we're gonna be late." Lottie interrupted, "Oh, yeah. Sorry Jackie, I'll see you later."

It was the first time Jackie had the courage to come up to you outside of being lab partners, she was confident most of the time - but when it came to you, she was helpless. You didn't even question your feelings towards Jackie, it just felt like an adoration of some sort, and you were completely oblivious to anything more than 'school friends' being between you two.

And that's how it stayed for a while, longing stares, unsaid words and random study sessions.

Though she'd be there for you when you needed her the most, and you'd be there for her - nothing more than that.

"Well that sounds like your problem, so maybe you should leave." Your mind focused back on the situation at hand, this time watching Jackie more intently, furrowing your eyebrows and clenching your jaw, Shauna's face was ridden in sweat and small tears - her hair in a messy ponytail with strands pinning to her cheek. You looked to the side, watching as everyone lowered their gaze in shame. "Are you fucking crazy Shauna? Nobody's leaving, she'll freeze to death." You stood up, voice quiet yet loud, knowing the chances of people taking your side was slim - but another death out here would cause further, unnecessary chaos. "She'll be fine." Shauna talked to you, yet her gaze was still fixed on Jackie.

"I don't even know who you are anymore." Face painted in disappointment, Jackie scoffed, then averted her look towards you, "I need to take a walk." You followed her, ignoring Shauna's sneer and the confused stares of everyone else, who had seemed to find understanding in your reasoning despite your doubts.

-

The door closed, and frost sunk its teeth into your skin, "(y/n), you don't have to come with me, she's right - I'll be fine." Her words blamed themselves, she shook her head at the floor. "It's freezing out here," both of you began walking away from the cabin, where the light stopped its reach, "you shouldn't be alone." Jackie's face stuttered, finally making eye contact with you.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

She smiled in response, drying her tears with her cold-shaken hands. The both of you slid down behind a tree, you brought your knees to your chest; hugging them. "God, how could she, after all that I've done for her." She wrapped her arms around herself. "She doesn't deserve you Jackie," your eyes trailed her expression, "it's fucked up, what she said." You said, unreasonably nervous, and reasonably shaky.

"I never even liked Jeff that much, I cant believe I let him ruin our friendship like that."

"You didn't?"

"No," her voice settled slightly, "and Shauna knew I had feelings for someone else, I guess that's why she took it as a pass to go fuck Jeff, so I couldn't hold it against her." Jackie tried her best to make up with Shauna in her head, but everything kept leading to a dead end, "But whatever, I'm just glad you're here."

"You cant be serious, you're asking me to study?" You asked, holding a math paper that said 'C' in the biggest writing imaginable - as if your teacher wanted to rub it in as painfully as possible. "Yeah, I mean you're good at chemistry right?" Jackie said, and it was true - it was one of the only subjects you were naturally good at.

"I guess, sort of?"

"So can I come over?"

"Today?"

"If you don't mind,"

"No, yeah, sure." You smiled, raising your eyebrows and packing your bags before leaving.

You had something planned with Lottie that day, though it was easy to cancel with a 'my parents are making me clean up' excuse. It didn't phase you why you were starting to make excuses not to hang out with your friends, but it was rare to talk to Jackie, and at the time it didn't look like you two were getting closer than that anytime soon.

You bit your lip, opening your mouth to speak before stopping yourself. Jackie looked at you, the cold eating away at the two of you, "Jackie, I need to tell you something." You squinted your eyes, barely seeing Jackie's face as the trees blocked the moonlight and using it to your advantage, calming your nerves. "I like you," you wanted to say more, but it felt like you were trapped, and all you could do was drag your words out while struggling to read her face.

Snow began falling onto your hair and patterning Jackie's nose, "Really?" She chuckled, you stretched your legs out and smiled with your lip hanging out slightly, "you're kidding me right? This entire time?" She asked, scoffing at her own words. "Yeah, I guess I never found the time to tell you." The snow reached your shoes, which you hadn't stopped staring at.

"Neither," You looked at her confused, "I like you too, (y/n)." You were even more confused this time, I mean she didn't like Jeff all that much - but you couldn't have been the one that she wanted instead, right? "I swear, I couldn't have told you, I thought you liked that guy from our chem class, what's his name?" She titled her head, "Matt? Are you fucking kidding me? You thought I liked Matt?" You laughed, knowing he had asked you out on multiple occasions, yet you rejected him every single time. "So? He's cute, I thought you guys were a thing for the longest time." she snickered, leaning her eyebrows as she shifted her body to face you.

Your laughs cleared, the grass had been covered in a thin layer of snow by now, and Jackie's bottom lip hid under her mouth. She watched as the snow caressed your hair, lips, nose and skin - admiring every part of you, especially your (e/c) eyes that harboured a small reflection of the moon. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, (y/n)." She faintly smiled, edging closer to you. Your eyes gazed through your lashes, looking at her in partial doubt, you didn't know how desperately she wanted to tell you that for the longest time.

Wintry hands latched onto your frostbitten cheeks, her fingers grazing your jawline as her pale lips slowly found yours. Her touch was warm, her lips were softening under yours as you caved in deeper - you could almost feel her face regaining its rosy colour. You eased beneath her, your mouth tasting hers.

She pulled away, though still being mere inches from your face, "you're cold, I can feel it." Her hands traced down to your shoulder, "I'll be fine." You whispered, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her again, with a greater passion than the first time, she almost instantly leaned back in, with gentle confidence.

After a moment, you let out a small giggle against her mouth before bringing your arms to her shoulders and pushing her away gently, "I think we have to go." You spoke, numbness overtaking your legs and nose, Jackie brushed a few snowflakes off of you, before the both of you got up to get back to the cabin, though could've stayed there until dawn.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #yellowjackets oneshot

[moralisist]

e-42! miles x fem coded! reader

genre: fluff !

summary: boyfriend hcs for earth 42 miles

when he first met you, he was infatuated with u right away

he was asking his homeboys if they knew of you and asking to get your instagram

was very bold when he found u thru instagram, he liked all ur highlights/posts and then texted you saying “hey beautiful, i’m tryna get to know you, that cool?”

ever since then y’all been locked in

speaking of instagram, he does NOT post like AT ALL his entire instagram has no profile pics, no posts and only one highlight and it’s of the both of you

he has a shit ton of followers despite that but he only follows rappers he likes, his homeboys, you, and that’s about it he’s rlly a lowkey person

the typa pictures he posts of y’all are so cute they’re like this and this

very lowkey w it

#1 hypeman, anytime you guys go anywhere he will always compliment you on your looks and remind you how beautiful you look the whole time

“baby you look so goooooddd. m’so lucky to have you” miles says while grabbing you by the waist w one arm and giving you a lingering kiss on the cheek

feels the need to protect you on a constant, so hand is constantly around your waist when walking to busy places or you have to be holding his hand

you argue that he’s not really tryna keep you safe, he just wants an excuse to touch you 😭

so important that you get along with his mom, she and uncle aaron are all he has left family wise and she matters the most to him

with prowler buisness, whether you know or not he’ll never ever get you involved or tell you things that you do not need to know

dates are hard to get with him and it causes arguments sometimes because all you wanna do is see him but he’s always occupied with prowler stuff unbeknownst to you so you just assume he’s being flaky just because

with arguments, he tries his best to communicate with you even tho he doesn’t really know how so he needs someone that’s a good communicator rather than someone who’ll ignore him or be petty with him when their upset w him

when he feels angry or upset with you, he’s learned he needs to take a deep breath and not say anything he’ll regret later because he lowkey has a temper on him

he will tell you in advance that he needs time to process his emotions but will come back to you and slowly but surely explain why he didn’t like what you did

if it’s vice versa tho, sometimes he has a hard time understanding your pov and gets defensive

once you get it through his thick skull and make him understand he apologizes multiple times

he doesn’t say “i’m gonna do better” he just learns to do better

he’d rather show you then just throw empty promises in your face

love language is physical touch, just loves having his hands on you and if you’re not a touchy person no worries, he also shows his love language through acts of service

“i made you some lunch since you said you didn’t eat today. i don’t care if you not hungry, go and eat the plate i made you ma.”

“you didn’t come to school today so i wrote the notes for you. want me to help you study for spanish test this thursday?”

only shows certain emotions around you that nobody can ever see

super clingy as well, likes taking naps with you especially after a long week of not being able to be a teenage boy and doing illegal shit

only really feels like a teenager when he’s in your arms

overall, a sweetheart but this relationship does take some work

#earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #prowler miles morales x reader #prowler miles #miles morales fluff #miles morales prowler #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #across the spider verse fluff #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Lewd Request:

Hey I was wondering if you could do a lewd Striker x male reader, something along the lines of the festival and the main character made a bet with striker he'd beat him but they lose so Striker has his way with him. Love your stories.

A bets a bet

You weren't particularly fond of the new field hand.

Sure, the man was good at his work.

He could shoot, and hunt and ride with the best of them, but something was... off.

Nobody was that good and that proud.

Of course, you couldn't say much, he may boast like a snakeoil salesman but like you'd said, he was as capable as any worker you'd ever had, if not more so.

And while you tried to ignore the man, much to your annoyance, he seemed to take a special liking to you.

The man often 'helping' you with chores, or coming along if you had to head into town.

His favourite was teasing you.

It started with a few comments here and there, teasing if you screwed something up, or had some issue or other.

Then it became general teasing and prodding, the man loving to get a rise out of you.

Though you could often get him back, the man usually either impressed or annoyed with your come bqcks, leaving you alone for a while.

Although, after a night of drinking with some of your siblings and farmhands.

Hed be teasing you, yet again, making some snarky comment on how often you got your dick wet, and after a few too many drinks and a serious lapse in judgement, you made an off handed comment on how if he wasn't such a prick, you probably would have been all over him.

And you immediately regretted it, cause that man perked up like a Hellhorse spotting a prime-rib.

After that, Striker only became more persistent.

It was never quite forceful enough for you to get creeper out. But he was certainly persistent. The sheer number of times he'd bitten his lower lip, giving you those playful "fuck me" eyes, was more then enough to haunt your dreams.

And while he could be a total pain in the ass, he was also really useful, so you put up with it, simply rolling your eyes when he made a less then subtle comment to you.

And you totally weren't into him.

Sure he was swave and confident and Very capable, and could probably ride you like he did bombproof-

Nope! You didn't think like that. No matter haw many times.

Or think about his skills with rope.

Mind drifting off to that one time he'd managed to tie you up, man sitting on your back as he practically purred in your ear.

Nope! None of that!

But, past all the flirting, you had a formidable rivalry.

Of course you always played it off.

You didn't care if he won some stupid race or could shoot something, or won some wrestling match. What do you care, not like a single win meant anything.

Unless you won.

In which case you felt like King of the Ring, and was sure to rub it in his face.

Until you lost a match of shooting, that bastard hitting one more can then you.

It was quite the roller-coaster.

At least for humble farm life.

Having been bested one time too many, you snapped, demanding a rematch.

At that he grew a wicked grin across his tanned facad, telling you he'd agree, buuut, if he won, he wanted something.

Hesitant, you'd ask what he wanted, the man moving forwards, arm on either side of you, pinning you to a fence, telling you smugly.

"A Kiss."

You, Red faced, woukd agree, telling him it wouldn't matter cause you'd win.

And you Aaaaallllmmmoooossssttt did.

Almost being the key and only word.

Hitting the last can, but failing to knock it off.

So, Striker, all smirks, strutted up, expecting a kiss.

And so, you gave him one.

Kissing his cheek.

Striker, cocked a brow, you telling him smugly.

"You wanted a kiss. Never said where you wanted it."

You spoke casually, taking your small victory in stride.

Though unfortunately, you set a precedence with that little incident, as after this, any time you competed, Striker managed to slip a bet in there.

Though none were as bold as the first one.

Usually little things. Making you call him sir or having you follow him around for a day.

And while it they were fairly innocent, if annoying, things, there was always a heavy sexual undertone.

He never stopped chasing you, he just chose a more... passive, method.

But, after a particularly hot night, you snuck out, ending up out in a field half naked, relaxing against a fence, enjoying what little breeze there was.

Of course, Striker would appear, he too half naked, man shirtless with only his hat and Ascot, the two of you just standing there for a while, in a peaceful silence as the breeze blew across the field.

After a while he'd finally pipe up, asking if you were gonna compete in the harvest moon games.

You'd hum, telling him you probably would, before asking why.

Striker, in an odd moment of seriousness stood there, peering at you with those ringed yellow eyes, the same ones that had haunted far too many of your dreams.

The man, turning to you, would ask if you wanna make a bet on it.

You, swallowing, would nod, telling him. 'Sure.'

So, getting off his fence, he walked over and in a surprising display of boldness would pin you to the fence, voice low, shimmer of his tail ringing out.

He wanted you.

He was sick of the games, the little bets, your 'rivalry', he was going all in, he wanted you.

So, if he won, he wanted you.

Standing there, chest to chest, the man peering intently into your eye.

You, red faced, blood rushing to the one place you didn't need it, would stand there.

And well, call it a weak will or your will being chipped away after so many months, or perhaps a large part of you wanted this all along, you agreed, telling him yes, may the best man win.

To which Striker smirked, chest to naked chest, leaning in and breathing hot in your ear.

"Don't worry... I will~"

And so, the next few days zipped by in the blink of the eye.

You didn't see Striker much, and when you did he usually just smirked, eyeing you in a fashion that always left you red faced, pants suddenly tightening.

And so, the day finally arrived. You and the family loading into the truck and rolling into town, Striker riding Bombproof besides you, the man giving you an occasion glance, you pretending you hadn't been staring.

The town was lively, and all the townsfolk were a flurry of activity, preparing to either join or enjoy the games.

You prepared as well, limbering, stretching, just getting ready.

Striker however, just stood there, leaning against a fencing, man chewing on a wheat stalk. The man occasionally glancing back at you.

You didn't say anything to him, not willing to let him mess with your mind any more.

Eventually, you got to the games.

You excelled.

As did Striked.

Both of you far surpassing the regular saps that participated.

You were faster, but Striker was more nimble.

Not evenly matched, but you certainly pushed yourself.

You both put in your best show, and it was a close fight, you working harder then you'd ever worked before, really pushing yourself to your limit.

And after pulling, jumping, running and wrestling. You fought, and bit, there being more than a few fatalities from each of you.

It was a tie!

Nah, Striker won.

Some asshole had just miscounted your score.

Striker won.

And hearing that, you just stood there.

It took a minute to sink in, and while you realised just what happened, Striker seemed to relish the news, bathing in the crowds applause.

A flurry of emotion hit you, your head seemingly spinning. But the most concerning part of it all was you weren't... you weren't upset.

You were a little annoyed, angry even at losing, but that felt more like being upset at losing the games.

Not the bet.

Striker, surprising you, didn't come up and boast. Instead he joined the crowd of adoring fans, the lot of them all heading off to celebrate.

So, knowing the fate before you, you joined, snatching a comedically large jug with 4 large Xs on the side, drinking at your pleasure.

Eventually you'd end up in the town bar, sipping your drink, you and Striker staring at each other from across the bar.

You refused to make the first move, yet as the minutes ticked by, you became restless, constantly looking back at the man.

The cowboy simply standing there, peering at you with that seductive little smile, sipping his own drink, seemingly content in his position.

You eventually grew tired of the waiting, and shotgunning your drink, you stormed over to the snake.

Of course, he wore that Victorious smirk of his, standing there as you approached.

You scowled, storming up to him, stopping just before him.

The man smiled, popping an olive into his mouth, giving you a royal shit eating grin.

You snorted, simply standing there.

You told him bluntly to get on with it then!

Striker just smirked, looking you over, the fucking snake was relishing this.

After a few minutes, he asked what ever could you mean? And so, snapping at him that he was an Ass, you grabbed the man, dragging the him upstairs.

Striker just went along with it, smirking as he finshed his drink, discarding the bottle as he stumbled upstairs.

Reaching some bedroom, you didn't care who's it was, you dragged the man towards the bed.

But before you could throw him onto it, he suddenly whipped out of your grasp, the man slipping his neckerchief and seamlessly binding your hands with them, tying them behind your back before throwing you onto the bed.

The man, slipping his jacket off, working on his shirt as his tail slammed the door shut, his eyes the only thing visible, that and his golden tooth as he smirked a victors smirk.

You lay there, red faced, drunk and extremely aroused as the man climbed atop you, the clink of his belt being undone and the shimmer of his tail filling the air as he lean, the snake getting close, alcohol ladened breath on your neck as he growlwd out.

"Don't worry darlin', I'll make sure you enjoy this as much as I will~"

The man purring before he bit your neck, forcing a lewd moan from your lips.

•••

You awoke the next morning a mess.

You were sore.

You had more bite marks and hand shaped bruises on your ass then you cared to count.

Your hair was a total mess, clothes in tatters after being practically torn off you by the snake, and you were still recovering physically and mentally from everything that happened the night before.

You hissed as Bombproof bumped upwards, you clinging to Striker, the man being your only ride back to the homestead as your family had left the night before.

You didn't say anything, neither did Striker, though, the snake didn't need too.

The man simply wore a smirk, that smirk saying it all.

"I won."

And the annoying part, that was he was right.

Though even as you got home, hissing as you slid off the horse, gritting your teeth as you shambled back to the house. All the way there, able to feel the snake's gaze on your back.

And while you knew he'd be insufferable after this, likwly even more forward then ever the thing that really got to you, was knowing that there was no way this was gonna be the last time.

And even as you stumbled, collapsing atop your bed, body and rear sore, you wondered what came next with that smug sexy asshat of a snake man.

#helluva boss #headcanon #helluva boss headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #striker x male reader #helluva boss striker x reader #striker x reader #top striker #striker #vague lewdness #overt lewdness #striker would destroy you #we need more male x reader smut

[softxsuki]

Urgent request! Before I start I just want to say that if you are overwhelmed with asks or are uncomfortable with this request please feel free to ignore it. Anyway, can I request baji, and mitsuya with a very sunshine/ happy go lucky gf who’s always smiling but one day they see her self harm scars (that she’s never said anything about)? I’ve always been the therapist friend and the one to help people when no one else would, but no one ever helped me.

I always wear long sleeves cause mine go all up my arm and I hate them. I’ve been clean for a few years now but I never wear short sleeves due to people making uncomfortable comments and just out right being rude to me for having them. I’ve had family members yell at me for hurting myself/ having scars, never really asking if I’m ok. I just want to comforted by my favorite boys and actually be able to vent to someone without being judged and not have to keep up being happy all of the time.

Side note: keep up the great work, I’ve read through your stuff and it has really brought me comfort :’) also take as much time as you need, i don’t want to rush you

Baji and Mitsuya (Separate) Comforting Sunshine S/O After Seeing Her Scars

mentions of self-harm and scars, please don't read if those things will be harmful to you, rather than comforting pls

Pairings: Baji x Fem!Reader, Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of scars, alluding to self-harm

Genre: Comfort

Word Count: 520

Post-Type: Headcanons

Summary: In which you're usually happy-go-lucky so they're shocked when your sleeve raises and they see scars there

[A/N: Hey hun <3 thank you so much for being so sweet and patient, I really appreciate it! I was more than happy to write this for you. I just hope this is able to bring you some comfort! Thank you always for the support <3]

Baji:

Baji is shocked, he’s used to seeing your strong side, the side of you that’s always put together and happy

You always had a smile on your face and never failed to spread that sunshine to the people around you as well, including himself–it’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so quickly

So when he sees those scars for the first time and you let him in on what you’ve been feeling behind your smile, he becomes very protective over you

Not only did he think he needed to protect you from others, but now also from yourself

Of course, this man was always protective of you, but even more so when he sees your scars

He feels bad for the times he ranted to you when you were probably going through your own struggles and he didn’t even realize it

Awkwardly says that he’s there for you if you want to talk about anything (he’s bad with feelings, but at least he’s trying)

Give him some time to loosen up and get used to all this

Yes, he’s very awkward at first and kinda doesn’t know how to go about acting now, but give him some guidance and he’ll figure it out

He loves you and just wants you to be okay, so expect a very clingy Baji for the next few weeks until you open up more to him and show your true feelings in front of him instead of hiding them behind a smile like you always did

Mitsuya: 

Mitsuya is also shocked at the sight of your scars, but he’d never let that shock appear on his face

He has always been your biggest support system, so he’s definitely going to be even more now than ever

Presses kisses to your scars, no matter how old or fresh they are, with the utmost of care, showing you how much he loves you and how these scars change nothing between you

Goes out of his way to design you shirts with long sleeves or jackets when the weather gets colder that he knows you’ll love, if you decide to continue to cover the scars

But makes sure you know that there’s nothing to hide, he accepts all of you, even your arms with scars, and nobody would be stupid enough to comment about them with him around

To him, those scars are proof of your strength, you got through some of the hardest moments of your life and you’re still around pushing through it all, he admires that so much, but he’d never let you go through those battles alone anymore to the point where cutting felt like your only route to relief

Mitusya makes extra time for you in his day, checking in on you and spending time with you to make sure you’re doing okay

Encourages you to speak your true feelings with him, there’s absolutely no judgment with him at all; you don’t need to plaster a fake smile on your face to please him

He wants to face your problems with you and help you overcome them together

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 12/11/2023

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tr x reader #baji x reader #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #tr x you #tr x y/n #baji x you #baji x y/n #mitsuya x you #mitsuya x y/n #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev headcanons #tr headcanons #baji headcanons #mitsuya headcanons #baji keisuke #mitsuya takashi

[leclsrc]

Hiii, could i request a charles angst drabble like just very angsty and sort of an ambiguous ending too? maybe theyre in a secret relationship and theres infidelity involved. sorry if this is too specific, thank you thoughh :)) <3

forever ago – cl16

genre: angst, drabble

auds here... as thanks for 500 :) this a bit long for a drabble sry! some lines are borrowed frm a drabble i posted on my last blog. title from “for emma” by bon iver—a bloody good song imo. hope this does ur req justice, anon!

Your heart twists with something unfamiliar. “I don’t know what it is,” you say, frustrated. “He hasn’t talked to me.”

Over the phone, your friend’s voice is slow and reassuring. “It’s probably nothing. The last race didn’t go too well for him, so he might just be shutting himself out.”

You nod, half-convinced, still staring at Charles across the paddock. You’re dubious, because if it was anything ordinary—if it was a bad race, a DNF, a crash—he’d shield the both of you from the rest of the world. He’s engaged in conversation with Pierre and Carlos, arms crossed over his torso, eyes crinkled with a smile. You try to persuade yourself into believing your friend, but deep down, you know it’s wishful thinking. Something’s wrong, you’re sure.

You purse your lips, swallowing the lump in your throat that doesn’t leave. You feel like the rest of the world.

He’s been ignoring you for a few days, limiting communication to intermittent texts that only come if you message first. You’ve exhausted every possible reason, but nothing works. You’re left to your own devices of wondering aimlessly for excuses. 

Nobody said pursuing a secret relationship would be easy, sure. But you and Charles had managed to pull it off for four years. And it wasn’t like anything was ever spoonfed to either of you—it was insanely difficult maintaining a professional journalist/driver relationship beside an intimate one. While some knew, it was still a secret from a good part of the paddock, let alone the public.

It meant sacrificing the better things of a relationship: sleeping in together, going on dates together, even holding hands. You resort to fleeting taps, lingering touches that look friendly. But you’re content. He’s yours, even in those moments. 

You blink, and you wake up cold in Silverstone, even under four layers of duvet.

You scramble to find Charles, and in the mess of the sheets, it takes longer than you anticipated. You kick your legs, but they only tangle. You even lift your head up, but find the duvet has totally engulfed you. You’re half-awake now, spent with the effort it takes to find him. You need to find him, even now, even when the sky is pale blue outside and you need to leave before anyone knocks.

Like always, he finds you first. A hand takes yours, pulls, and his strength causes the obstructions to clear.

You stare into his lidded eyes. “Je te tiens,” he says, voice deep, slurred, but reassuring. You nod, heaving a sigh, almost amused by your previous bout of anxiety. Why did you ever doubt yourself? It’s Charles, you think. He’s got you. 

You blink, and he’s far away again, across the paddock, distracted like he’s been so often lately. You rub the bridge of your nose, in a futile attempt to rid yourself of the dry pangs of pain there. You have a race to report. You can think of him later.

Turns out, the thoughts come sooner—just under an hour later, when you’re beside Will and using your phony reporter voice, reading off the fluorescent teleprompter text. “We’ll be inviting a few people to ask some questions on the live Formula One feed,” you say with a smile. “And our Ferrari drivers over here will get to answer some lucky fans!”

You gesture and turn to the screen beside you, still smiling. You’ll smile until your jaw aches. A fan comes on the air, a middle-aged man by the looks of it; his Texan accent permeates through the speaker and goes, “Hey Carlos and Charles, huge fan! Jus’ wanna ask, what is your favorite track this year?”

Blink, and your headache’s gone. You’re with Charles in his Monaco flat, legs swinging over the counter. He’s shirtless and cooking a grilled cheese. “I’m finally getting promoted next year,” you say, a fact you’ve reiterated about a million times tonight.

“Dunno why you’re surprised,” Charles says. “With your skill, ’twas just a matter of time, no?”

“Oh, ha ha,” you joke. “Don’t flatter me, it’s getting to my head.”

He sets the plate beside you, wedges himself in between your legs. You lean forward to rest your chin against his shoulder. “I love you,” he says into your neck. “I love you so much.”

And you blink, you’re holding your mic, Carlos is talking again, about how his favorite circuit has just got to be this and that, then the Texan fan is off the screen. It’s a few moments before the next fan fades into view, an excited and hyper teenager rattling off oh my god I love yous faster than you can count. 

“So this isn’t really related to racing,” she says, her accent distinctly Californian. “I just wanted to ask if it’s true that Charles has a girlfriend? ‘Cause, well, everyone saw him with somebody last night, and…”

The world spins slowly then, when you’re staring at the screen, listening to her voice. You try to blink and distract yourself but it doesn’t work. You keep smiling. You blink. It doesn’t work. You wonder why it doesn’t work. You wonder why you have to face this on air. You wonder why you can’t blink and be gone, if just for a minute.

Above all, you wonder who he was with while you were working late last night.

You swivel in your chair and reduce your smile to a tight-lipped one. “How interesting!” You chirp.

Years of practice have done your voice justice; even if you want to scream, your voice is level, enthusiastic. Your eyes flit over to Carlos, who’s already looking at you. His brows are furrowed, mouth half-open in clear confusion. You can hear Will stuttering beside you. “Oh, I—um, how in—how splendid.”

It’s not splendid. It’s not interesting. But Charles gulps and says still, “Yes, I’m seeing someone.”

The words cut through you like shrapnel. You feel yourself fall apart, right there, trying desperately to put yourself back together. Four years, and they’re gone, on the air. You exhale, try to subtly signal for the segment to be ended early. The rest is a blur—Will carries the rest of the interview with standoffish, fake interjections and additional questions. You just smile.

How could you have been so stupid, really. To think a secret relationship would survive. If anything, it made it easier for him to do what he did. You steal a glance and his eyes are cast low, dark. He’s so far away. Is this it, you think. Everything you’d ever worked for, loved for, fought for, hidden, celebrated—is this it? For another girl? You can’t help but wonder who she is. If she was that much better, that much more alluring, that Charles thought it a good choice to throw away four years under the bus.

The feed ends before your thoughts run out, and you drop your mic onto the surface of the table, leaving the pen immediately. Will says something but you can’t decipher it. Charles follows, even if you can hear Carlos holding him back. Leave her alone, he says, and Charles says, no, I need to talk to her.

He circles a hand around your wrist, wrapping just underneath the Cartier bracelet you’d gotten to match his. The reminder makes your chest ache with a totally wrenching pain, throbbing through you as he pulls you into an empty space in between motorhomes.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He sounds desperate, solemn.

“Do you love me?” You ask weakly. And when he laces your fingers together and nods: “Then why do make me look like a fool?”

He shakes his head. “It meant nothing, cherie. I promise.”

“You’ve no right to tell me that,” you heave. Your chest is so heavy you legitimately feel like drowning. “And for me to find out on the job? I thought this whole time that I did something to you. Turns out you’re just busy fucking someone else to be kind to me. I thought you were mine, Charles. How could… how could you hurt me like this?” You don’t mean to sound so broken, but you can’t even blame yourself.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”

“But it still did,” you say simply. “I thought—I thought it was gonna be us. I thought you were the one—the one person who would never hurt me.”

You’re crying, you realize, tears running down your cheeks and onto your jaw. When his silence persists, you purse your lips, wipe the tears out of your eyes before they stream again. You can feel people staring, you can hear hushed voices, make out your friends trying to find you. “Charles,” you say wetly. “All I ever did was love you. You said you would do the same.”

This time, when you blink, you manage to picture the past clearly.

You’re in Monza, your first day on the job, a balmy day with a sea of red fans. The paddock is intimidating, crawling with people,  and you’re having trouble looking for your boss. The crowd is unbelievably noisy, vibrating through the entire area. Vaguely Italian cheers erupt through the place.

You’d circled the area a couple of times but still, you haven’t placed where you need to be. You turn several times to pinpoint the landmarks, the hospitalities, the logos, but to no avail. You’re lost.

“You okay?” Someone says, with an accent just as European as everybody else’s. 

“Yeah, uh—well, lost, to be honest. I need to find the media pen, ‘cause it’s my first day.”

“Right over there,” he says, smiling. His eyes crinkle, almost disappear with how big he beams. He stretches a hand out to shake yours and you take it, introducing yourself quickly. He lets his hand linger, and you smile back. You have a feeling this isn’t the last time you’ll see him.

Your heart twists with something unfamiliar. “I’m Charles.”

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[littleoddwriter]

Hello. I am so happy that you've started your journey to a happier and truer you.

I was wondering if you could write a Mark Hoffman fic with a male reader where the reader is another Jigsaw apprentice but unlike Amanda they try to be civil with Mark and try not to be rude. They are generally a nice/civil person so Mark starts to wonder how/why they even became a Jigsaw apprentice. Mark questions(more like interrogates) the reader and it turns out they were failed by the justice system and wanted revenge(how they were failed is up to you). Mark's reaction is up to you as well

Why Are You Here? | Mark Hoffman & Male!Reader (Platonic/Pre-Relationship)

Hey there! Thank you so much!!! <3 And thanks for the request (and waiting so patiently), I hope you like what I did with it! summary; See above. notes; Male!Reader (can be read gender neutral); Jigsaw Apprentices; Mentions of Past Abuse & Murder; Reader's ex was abusive.

Ko-Fi. Ao3.

All his life, Mark has had trust issues. It’s always just been him and his sister; and after her untimely death, his issues only became worse. He couldn’t trust anyone anymore, least of all himself. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. But it shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering that he failed to protect his sister. How could he ever trust himself again after failing and losing the only person that ever mattered to him?

After he’s been forced to help John Kramer, aka Jigsaw, Mark was always on edge. He couldn’t let anybody know, of course. Nobody at the police department could ever so much as get an inkling of what he was doing when he wasn’t at the station. 

So, when Jigsaw suddenly had a new apprentice, Mark was extremely cautious. He wasn’t good with people anyway. He didn’t get along with Amanda at all and never would. He found her obnoxious. But she’s been there for a while now, and Mark knew that she’d never do anything to sabotage John or his cause. Thus, Mark just ignored her as best as he could if he had to work with her.

He didn’t know what to think of the new one, though. Y/F/N Y/L/N. 

Of course, he’s already done a background check on you, but nothing came up. Nothing was sealed away from your youth, either. You didn’t even have a parking ticket. A law-abiding citizen. A goody two shoes, so to speak.

So, what the Hell were you doing here, working for a self-righteous murderer? 

For weeks, Mark worked alongside you. He didn’t say much and just went about his tasks stoically, while you were smiling at him, asking him kindly for tools, attempting to make small talk with him, and so on and so forth. It was aggravating at first. And then it became confusing because you couldn’t possibly be sincere with your kindness. Right? Eventually, he found himself… captivated by your demeanour. 

Nonetheless, he didn’t really acknowledge you most of the time, wordlessly handing you the things you asked for, or grunting in answer when you greeted him, asked him how his day’s been; things like that. 

After several weeks of this, though, he couldn’t quite let go of his curiosity, regarding your presence as Jigsaw’s apprentice. You were usually responsible for the machinery and mechanics, more so than Mark or Amanda were, now that John was too weakened to even lift up a hammer.

The two of you were alone, tinkering on a trap for the next game. John was in bed, somewhere down the halls of the warehouse, sleeping. And Amanda was near him, hovering over his sick, weakened self with a keen eye and deep anxiety. 

“Why are you here?” Mark asked bluntly after a few minutes of focusing on the task at hand. 

“What do you mean?” you retorted with a raised eyebrow, twisting a screw in tightly. 

“You know what I mean,” Mark grunted, annoyed, “What are you doing here, as a Jigsaw apprentice? You have no criminal record, no history. So, why?”

“You were checking up on me? Aw, Hoffman!” you teased him, avoiding his question. 

Huffing, Mark rolled his eyes at you. “Stop avoiding my question and just answer it,” he said lowly, but in a commanding tone, as though he was interrogating a suspect. 

For a moment, you turned away from him, twisting the pair of pliers in your hands. He could see the tension in your shoulders. And when you turned back to him, your jaw was clenched. 

“I’m here because our so-called justice system is utter bullshit. What John is doing may not be morally correct, but it’s a whole lot more just than the system,” you muttered darkly, tightening your hand around the pair of pliers to the point of your knuckles turning white. 

There was a pause before you continued. Clearly, it was difficult for you to speak about what exactly happened to you, and Mark felt a twinge of sympathy for you.

“My ex was an abusive piece of shit. Physical, emotional, psychological. You name it. He did it.” You exhaled sharply and shakily. “When I had the guts to call the police on his ass, they didn’t really do much. They said they couldn’t, but I knew why they refused to really help me. Because it certainly wasn’t the lack of evidence.

“I packed my essentials and left instead. I tried to go as far as I could with the little money and energy I had after he attacked me because of my call to the police. But he soon got a hold of me again, hurt and nearly killed the people who tried to help me, who gave me shelter. And then he almost did the same with me. I just got lucky there…” There were tears in your eyes, still unshed, but visible to Mark. 

“The police did come and apprehend him that time, but it didn’t stick for long. The trial failed because of a technicality. All I wanted was to get justice. To have him rot in prison for what he did to me and probably others before, and now after, me. Now, I only want revenge,” you finished your story. Mark couldn’t lie to himself. It hit him hard. 

“Then why didn’t I see any of this when I checked your records?” Mark asked after composing himself for a moment. He didn’t want to let you know how much your story affected him. Not yet, at least.

“I had to change my name and move states because of it all. That’s why you couldn’t find anything on me,” you responded simply. It made sense. Of course you’d be forced to do that with your ex running free. 

Mark nodded in acknowledgement of what you said. 

“I understand where you’re coming from,” he commented quietly, “After my sister, Angelina, was killed by her abusive boyfriend, I also wanted revenge. And I took it.” Mark surprised himself with how much he was telling you. 

The sympathy you felt for Mark was almost palpable to him. It made him feel sick, but deep down he knew he needed it, craved it, even. 

“Did it make you feel better?” you asked him softly.

“No,” was his simple answer. It was the truth. It didn’t feel good to kill Seth, and it didn’t fix anything. His sister was still dead, and he still blamed himself. “But maybe it’ll be different for you. Give you closure,” he added.

“Yeah, maybe,” you echoed quietly with a soft sigh. 

After that, both of you moved on from the conversation and simply continued working. All the while, Mark thought about what you told him. It explained why you were at least civil toward him. Your kindness wasn’t fake. He’s seen it a lot in his time as a police officer with the many abuse victims he had to deal with. 

Before you both parted ways that night, Mark put a hand on your shoulder and said, “I hope you’ll heal.”

He didn’t wait for your response, leaving before you could even open your mouth. 

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[swanimagines]

Hey could you do some head canons of how Kaz would react to the reader getting hurt?

Warnings: blood, injuries

(I noticed while I was doing the finishing touches into this that one headcanon sounds very familiar and realised I was probably subconsciously inspired with the oneshot "Inflicted Desire" by my dear friend @/jexnrey, who deactivated a while ago and said she's never going to come back as Tumblr stressed her too much, so let this be a kind of tribute for her, she constantly told me she especially loves my Kaz stuff so if you ever see this Ani, I miss you but I wish nothing but good for you ❤️)

KAZ REACTING TO YOU GETTING HURT:

– If it's just a scratch or even a small wound and it isn't caused by anyone else, he isn't too bothered. He might look at it for a moment and then decide it's not anything too bad, minor injuries are an (almost) every day happening when you're a Dreg.

– Of course, if someone did it to you, he's pissed about it and sternly tells you to be more careful because he can't lose you.

– Or he doesn't say the last bit, but you can see it in his eyes as you're already in a relationship at that point.

– But if you're brought back to the Slat with a large wound, sputtering out blood or/and looking like you're about to pass out from pain, he doesn't take it as calmly, obviously.

– It's more like he freaks out and it shows in with how much he stresses for you.

– And if Kaz Brekker if overly stressed, you won't strike a friendly chat with him unless you want to risk receiving a broken hand.

– He's a walking thunderstorm and spares nobody from it.

– If you were any other Dreg, he would just ignore you and let you be tended by whoever takes up the task (as he knows his gang knows what to do in such situations), but with you, he's distracting Nina all the time by pacing back and forth, demanding her to heal you faster.

"Just do your job like you're supposed to, Zenik." -Kaz

"I'm trying, but you aren't making it easy, your heartbeat is too loud, I can barely hear Y/N's heart over it." -Nina

– He huffs at that, sitting on an armchair in the corner of the room and staring at your face. If he wouldn't see the blood, he'd think you're just sleeping.

– He tried to concentrate on your peaceful face to get his heartbeat down, knowing he can't appear weak in front of anyone.

– As soon as Nina manages to stabilize you, he goes to the office and starts the work to find out who did it.

– Inej heard a Black Tips member bragging about killing off one of the most skilled Dregs, saying you were incredibly stupid when you didn't hear him.

– Immediately when she turns his identity to Kaz, he orders that guy to be brought to him.

– Kaz makes sure all of Ketterdam hears his cries of mercy and, towards the end, pleads to kill him already.

– Kaz doesn't, of course - everyone has to know that nobody can touch what's his.

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[alltoolewis]

Hey sis! This race was just awful… may I request one with Lewis little angst where he’s really upset and take it on you but later he apologise? 🙏🏼🥰 love your writing

With you not against you- Lewis Hamilton ✨

Thank you so much for requesting lovely! I know I hated it so much... I'm hoping that this week is a better one! This idea is such a cute one, I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it ❤

(also no hate to Alonso, I know they had 'made up' so everything said in this is just for the story..)

Nobody knew what to say as he walked back into the garage, helmet hanging low as he ignored everybody's stares and sympathetic looks. They didn't know how to react or what to do. How to comfort him or approach him... the sight was unfamiliar. Mistakes like the one that happened were rare with Lewis, he was their most reliable driver always being safe and never doing anything that could jeopardize the team. That's why this was so strange...

"Lewis..." You sighed as came closer to you, but he not even giving you a look he walked straight past going straight towards his motorhome. Your heart dropped, even throughout last year's events no matter how hard things got, he never pushed you away, that's how you knew this time was different. Without another thought, you headed after him ignoring Bono's pleas not to... you needed to be with him right now and deep down you knew he needed you.

"Please open the door, Lew..." You whispered as the door remained locked, not even a pin drop could be heard on the other side "It's just me...please!" Yours pleads somehow seemingly worked as you heard shuffling, the door pushing open ever so slightly for you to creep in. But once you did you wished you listened to Bono...

Walking up and down the room, Lewis's chest moved heavily... steam practically coming out of his ears, it was as if you weren't there. Out of nowhere he grabbed the closest thing to him and threw it against the room, which so happened to be a glass of water.

"Lew-" You sighed, starting to slowly make your way over to him until he turned around, anger clear in his eyes "Don't 'lew' me, (y/n)…" He hissed, walking past you once more to clean up the glass that was shattered on the floor "Why are you even here anyway!?! To lecture me... To stare at me like I'm a disappointment... because if that's all then you can fuck off as well"

"No of course not.." You whispered, feeling a little taken at his outburst, he's never talked down to you... ever! "I'm here because I care... I'm worried about you Lew"

"I'm fine!" He sarcastically smiled, throwing the glass in the bin as his full attention moved back to you "How can I not be eh? I'm coming 6th in the championship, getting beat by my new team, getting called washed up by everyone I thought respected me, and my car is only the fourth arguable fifth quickest in the field, and on top of that I have an annoying needy girlfriend who doesn't know how to leave me the fuck alone!" His voice grew louder as he yelled the last part directly to you, causing it to hit you straight in the heart causing tears to brim your eyes, but of course, he ignored that as he through more digs your way "But yeah... I'm fine! My life is great..."

You wanted to walk straight out of there, getting the first cab out of there and head back home. But you knew you couldn't leave him this way...

"Your life is great..." You muttered. He wasn't expecting you to speak as his body froze "It might not be perfect at the minute, but it's still a great one... please don't look at me like that Lewis.. like you think what I'm saying is full of shit cause it's not" This time it was your turn to snap as he looked at you with disgust. Some people would say you were being harsh, but he had to hear it, he had to hear it from someone he loved.

"Let me break it down in a simpler way.." You sarcastically smiled "Yes your car is shit this year, but your team isn't! The team that spends many days and nights trying to perfect it for you... & yes your teammate is beating you this year, but he is your TEAM mate, you should be happy for him not comparing yourself to him!"

"(y/n)…" He spoke softly trying to calm you down, but you weren't budging... he had to hear everything.

"No, listen to me please.." You interrupted, tears now threatening to escape "The comments Lewis, the things that they are saying... none of them is true. What Alonso said on his radio is unfair and full of shit but you shouldn't allow what he says at the moment to change your opinion of yourself! You are a talented driver, one of the greatest of all time, and a 7-time world champion! You are not washed up..." Your breath hitched as you thought about making the topic once more about you, but you couldn't leave his comment unspoken about "And as for me being needy..."

"I didn't mean it that way..." He rushed out, walking closer to you but with every step he took forward you took one back. "I might be needy and annoying to you, but I care... I want to be here for you for moments like this, I want to be the one you can vent to and let off steam but that doesn't mean I get to be disrespected in the process of caring... As much as you want to be alone right now, I can't let you be not when your putting yourself down and letting the opinions of people who don't matter get to you, I'm not going to do that..." Lewis held his head low in shame as tears now ran freely down his cheeks "I'm heading back, come find me once you've apologized to your team and calmed down... see you later"

Looking at your reflection through the car windows, you knew you couldn't head straight back to the garage. So instead you cleaned yourself up a little, head spinning as you rinsed the streaked mascara off of your face. You didn't know if you were crying over his breakdown, his comment, or how harsh you were to him. Once it looked like you hadn't been crying, you headed back to the garage. But you were shocked to see the driver had beaten you there...

You watched as Lewis went round to every mechanic and team member, giving them a hug and apologizing for the mistakes he made. Although his comment hurt you, your heart couldn't help but burst with pride as you watched him take responsibility for what he has done without throwing any more fits. Bono noticed your presence as he spun around to face you, mouthing a quick 'thank you' He didn't know the full story of what happened in the motorhome but he knew that the driver's calmness must have been something from what you had said.

Once all the apologizes were done, Lewis headed straight, grabbing your hand to pull you to a quiet corner before wrapping his arms tight around your waist and this time you let him, wrapping your own around him as he mumbled into the crook of your neck "I'm so sorry gorgeous..."

"It's okay lew.." You whispered back, moving your hand up and down his back as you left a gentle kiss to the side of his head "I'm with you Lewis, Not against you... I just need you to let me, let me take the bad days with you... I'm on your team..." Pulling away from your touch ever so slightly, he captured his lips on yours, mumbling softly "I love you so much, I don't deserve you..."

"Yes, you do... you deserve the world, Lew.." Shaking your head, you pulled away leaving one last kiss on his lips as you leaned your head on his "I love you more... My champion..." Lewis couldn't help but smile at the use of the nickname you've gave him since you started dating! Things weren't going to plan recently, he knew that, but with you by his side he knew that he could get through it... he could get through everything!

"Not possible, my world..."

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[cloudraker]

hi hello fellow TF fan! found your requests open and it's okay to ignore this, MTMTE cygate and chromedome/rewind adopting a gn child reader with extra fluff headcannons? thnx in advance!

Hey! Thank you for requesting and for being patient while I got to this <3

Cygate and Chromedome/Rewind adopting a child

Under the cut for length :)

Cygate

Very affectionate parents!! Tailgate has a habit of carrying them everywhere and holding them close and showering them in head pats. His lack of a proper mouth doesn't stop him and instead of kisses on the top of their head he instead nuzzles them

Tailgate showed zero hesitation when welcoming them, taking them under his wind and welcoming them into the family almost immediately. Cyclonus might take a few days, but he warms up relatively quickly

Cyclonus is a bit more reserved in his affection, sticking to head pats and a kiss on the top of their head. Not adverse to carrying them around, but prefers to place them on his shoulder

The designated babysitter is Whirl, much to his uncomfortable joy. He's surprisingly good with kids! Just uhh, don't leave them alone for too long cause he has a hard time saying no to whatever ideas they come up with

Their kid is absolutely spoiled, they want for nothing and every off-ship excursion results in a little trinket for their rapidly growing collection

Tailgate worries about them a lot. He was in a hole for six million years and everything has changed so much and because of that he's got a habit of hovering. He's getting better with it, but still tends to check up on them often

Cyclonus values his own independence, and that extends to his child as well. If they say the can do something on their own, he lets them but you better believe he's ready to swoop in at any second to help them should they need it

They set up a little alcove in their habsuit for their kid to sleep in and call their own. It's got some separation walls they put up with some smaller furnishings they've gathered over their journey

Tailgate calls them "kiddo", while Cyclonus is partial to things like "little one"

Cyclonus made exactly one (1) dad joke with a straight face and nobody recovered

Chromedome/Rewind

They took the kid in on a whim, seeing somebody who needed a home and deciding to give it to them. It’s a tab tense at the beginning, but the three of you fall into a comfortable routine soon enough

Everything is recorded omg, they wanna document everything. Y'know the you're doing great sweetie meme? That's them at any given moment

Rewind takes any chance to show off pictures and recordings he's taken. The kinda dad to pull out his wallet and a comical amount of photos fall out

Not as physically affectionate as Cygate, but there's plenty of hugs and head pats and the like. Praise is big with them, encouraging their child to do what makes them happy and making sure they're able to practice any hobby they have an interest in

Bedtime is always a spectacle with them. Their kid insists on 'just one more story' each time and they always concede and the story is always something new. They've seen amazing things during their time in space, and have no problem sharing the (child-friendly) things they've seen

They have their relationship issues, but they take care to never involve their child and are actively working them out so they can be there to properly raise and care for them without accidentally doing more harm than good

The both of them have lost a lot to the war, and as such are rather protective. Not to the point of smothering, but they're usually never far away and would drop anything if their kid needed something

"Never talk to me or my husband or my child ever again" has been said quite a few times for various reasons

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[dykes4timrand]

read my keeperchampion drabble boy

Rolans been staring at him for a while now, Rand noticed. His friends new pitch black bug eyes have been trained on him, studying him, and it’s all Rand can do to not turn around and ask what’s up.

“Why do you still have those?” Rolan finally asked.

Rand turned, his focus pulled away from watching the blood rain drip off the awning of the community house. “What?”

“The glasses,” Rolan clarified. “You don’t actually need those. I mean, it’s pitch black outside what, are you trying to hide your weed eyes?” he joked.

“Hey these shades are fuckin’ cool man, don’t judge me just cause you don’t have a pair.”

“You’ve been wearing those since high school man,” Rolan paused. “That whole outfits from high school.”

“Why’re you paying so much attention to what i’m wearing? Jealous of my style?” Rand teased.

Rolans face pinched at the thought of that, his eyes now focused on the stains that covered Rand’s worn jean jacket, and the hole in his treasured Zepplin shirt.

Rand’s skin crawled. He couldn’t tell if at this point Rolan was more human or bug, but Rand tried to push those thoughts away because beneath the eyes and the scythe-hand and the clicking is Rolan. Rolan who was going to sacrifice himself for Rand, Rolan who killed the bugged out Kian for Rand, Rolan who, despite not being much of a person, was a much better person than Rand could ever try to be.

“God those are so gross.”

“Hey!” Rand says, because despite having zoned out for the past few minutes, he knows that comment was directed towards him somehow.

“Do you even clean your glasses?” Rolan asks, speaking more to himself than Rand.

“Yeah, on my shirt.”

Again Rolan gives him a once-over, and clearly does not approve. “Well if you never wash that shirt either it won’t get your glasses any cleaner.”

And before Rand can react, Rolan reaches over and snatches the shades from right off of his face. Rolans hand— the human one— is cold, and soft, and when it brushed against Rands cheek he feels like recoiling, and leaning into it, and running right into the waiting claws and teeth of the bugs waiting in the dark all at once.

Rolan froze, remembered that one of his hands was now a pincer, and awkwardly used his one hand to clean the sunglasses. Years worth of grime appeared on his already bloodied and dirtied shirt, and Rand wondered if Rolan realized how much of what he had just said to Rand about was ignored.

“Y’Know,” Rand said. “If you never clean that shirt the glasses won’t get any cleaner.”

“Ha ha,” Rolan said sarcastically. “Here you go, now you’ll be able to see where you’re running when the bug monsters come after you.”

Rolan passed the glasses back over to him, Rand took them and put them back on. This was such a small thing, he thought, Rolan cleaning his glasses for him, but nobody had done a little, nice thing like that for him in a while.

He stared at the glasses, stared at the poorly cleaned lenses. He looked at Rolan, at the pincer and the eyes and the man behind it all and all he wanted to do was stay here, watch the blood rain, listen to him talk about anything, just to listen to him talk.

If Rand was braver he would have asked for a hug, would have asked for something more, but Rand had never been brave before.

His voice was hoarse all of a sudden, it took a moment for the words to come out, “ You got a smoke?”

#pockets writing #bitb spoilers

[bananahoneycomb]

I Know a Place

I recommend reading on Ao3 as it follows 'To make a Friend' and I'm doing it as a series. I'm not sure how dark I will go with this series but this part isn't bad.

Rated: T Words: 915

Eddie Munson and Gareth Friendship, altered memory

Gareth stepped quickly. The roads home were too broken to bike and it was getting dark, or darker. The sky had been pitched with what the NEWS reports had called smoke from a chemical fire caused by the quake. It was strange to walk down this street he had been down so many times and see nobody. So many houses had been left empty. The folks who remained now stay in, especially at night. 

BAMF! 

“Shit!”The sudden sound made Gareth jump. 

He would not have noticed it, but without the once normal sounds of cars and kids playing there wasn’t anything to hide it, couldn’t mistake it for a car with a messed up exhaust or something. He turned to see what had made the sound. There was someone stepping to hide behind the tree in front of the Miller’s boarded up house.

BAMF!

It was the same sound but Gareth didn’t see anything that could have made it. He hesitated for a second, but then called out.

“Hey! Who's there?”, and walked towards the tree. He kept back a bit, enough that he thought he could book it if the guy meant to jump him. When he got there he was alone. 

“What the-”

BAMF!

It was just behind him and not just loud, there was a shift in pressure and his ear popped like they did the one time he flew in a plane to see his grandparents. 

“Hey Gareth, don’t turn around just yet”, someone directly behind him said. Gareth froze. That was Eddie’s voice. Eddie was dead. They had said Eddie was dead. Even Wayne had stopped putting up the missing posters. 

“Eddie!” Gareth said and, ignoring Eddie’s actual words for the surprise of hearing his voice, he turned around and launched himself for a hug. In the split second before he had his arms around Eddie he noticed a strangeness of Eddie’s skin but he thought it must just be the tears blurring his vision.

“Ha! You never listen man. Even way back to your first campaign. Still jumping in,”Eddie admonished fondly and hugged back.

“Eddie what, you, how,” Garath couldn’t speak, the words were all fighting to get out at once.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m okay. The reports of my demise were, well not completely wrong, but, ah greatly exaggerated. Don’t worry,” Eddie said.

“What the fuck does ‘not completely wrong mean?” Gareth asked and tried to pull back but Eddie held him still. “Hey, what-”

“Sorry just- wait. Please?” Eddie asked.

Gareth let out a breath but relaxed, “Fine”.

“It’s just, I didn’t want to scare you. I look a little different now. I sorta did die, just a little, but it’s still me. Promise,” Eddie said.

“How do you die just a little bit? And if you didn’t want to scare me, maybe quit with the smoke and mirrors bullshit. You know I don’t care what you look like,” Gareth said. This time when he pulled away Eddie let go.

“What?”, Gareth said and his mouth just hung open.

While Eddie had always been pale, now his skin was a blue-gray and shiny as if he had just stepped out of a shower. The skin seemed to thicken in places and it almost looked as though Eddie had horns peeking through his dark curls. He was smiling and his teeth 

“You good man?” Eddie asked. It was the same way he’d always ask whether Gareth had gotten harassed by assholes at school or just had a shitty day. It was so Eddie, it snapped through what apprehension Gareth felt at his changed appearance.

“Ah yeah. I’m good,” Gareth said. He looked Eddie in the eyes, so warm and a little sad. Those at least were the same as ever.

“Yeah, it takes some getting used to. Especially this,” Eddie said and turned around as if he were showing off a new patch on his vest or something but the vest was gone. 

What Eddie did have was a dusty blue tail, as long as Eddie was tall. It had a diamond shape flair at the end that was now bending and unbending across the middle like a hand waving.

“Hello Gareth”, Eddie Eddie said in one of his high pitched DnD voices, “I’m just a little tail don’t mind me”.

Eddie turned around laughing.

“Fucking metal but what the hell happened?”, Gareth asked.

“That’s a reeealy long story and I don’t think we have time right now but I will fill you in later. Promise. Some reeeeealy bad shit is going to go down soon. I know a place that will be safe and I’m not going to leave any of my little sheepies behind”, Eddie said and slung an arm over Gareth’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, I already got your mom, dad, and Doug. I’ve just been waiting for my favorite Dwarven party member.”

“Ok, umm, so should I pack something? Where are we going?”, Gareth asked.

“Don’t worry about packing. Henry has a place set for those who didn’t get the fancy makeover” Eddie said and his tail whipped in front of them to wave again, “I haven’t been yet, but you know how quiet Henry can be about things.”

“Wait, who’s Henry?” Gareth said, brow knitted in confusion.

BAMF!

The street was suddenly empty. The streetlights came on. The one closest to where the two boys had been talking blinked violently a moment before it glowed a soft yellow in the quiet dusk. 

#eddie munson #gareth stranger things #stranger things fanfic #my writing

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Yaaaayyyy okay!!!

Honestly I realized this only a little while ago but he very honestly gives me C-3PO energy when there’s any stressful situation going on. Just going around wildly squawking and most of the time not helping in any way, just complaining XD He is also THE biggest snitch you’ve ever seen in your life. If he thinks he can get something out of telling someone something about someone else, then he absolutely will.

A lot of the people at the castle have been there for a long time, so they’re honestly used to his two-faced behavior and are desensitized to it. He gets away with a lot of it until Mads shows up and calls him out for his bs (And!!! That causes issues at first because they all know they’ve let him get away with being sneaky or rude or abusing his power or just being stupidly petty and hurting people that way, so when Mads is like “hey wtf” they have a hard time facing it because they feel guilty for essentially letting him do that). Which is why they hate each other- NGyro tried his hardest to turn NFenton against Mads when he first showed up. Which definitely worked at first? But over time NFenton just found that nagging very annoying. NGyro and Mads openly know they hate each other, but they can’t do much to the other without getting in trouble so it’s just turned into pettily trying to one-up each other for eternity sldlflglhlf Though, speaking to that ‘they let him get away with it’ thing it really comes down to NFenton and Blue did, and everyone else wasn’t in a high enough position to do so. I’m sure Scrooge and Beakley tried, but either NGyro (metaphorically-) beat them into submission or NFenton just went on ignoring everything (and Blue was too scared of doing anything about it). NFenton doesn’t want to get rid of him because he does his job well and they can work well together (+he has a tad of a soft spot for him after they had to rely on each other to survive being in such close proximity to NScrooge), and NGyro’s- reported- offenses are usually small enough to ignore anyway. Essentially, everyone in the castle knows he’s for the most part trash (help my phone autocorrected that to trans I’m cackling) but nobody does anything about it anymore.

Ig in most of the stories I have he’s really just the supporting advisor character, again the C-3PO coming in and being the one with brain cells but being written off as annoying for having them slslfgllhltr Yeah he had a vendetta against Mads but also he was probably right for warning them all away from him because Mads was an assassin from a kingdom they’d been on the brink of war with for years now and he was the only one who was going to the king to say “hey maybe we should wait a little longer before you let him sleep with you????”. Yeah he didn’t want his position threatened by some random new person but yknow said random new person had also destroyed a garden and nearly the throne room by just having emotions and then was immediately promoted to a position directly below the king (though anything he did to Blue after they were recruited and proved themself was inexcusable). So yeah he’s two-faced but between him and NFenton he usually has the most braincells and that’s why he’s advisor XD Essentially he’s the nicest person on the outside but actually is like canon Gyro with -10 of his character growth sldlflgglhlh which I suppose is the point

I doooooont think I have anything concrete on his relationship with Gyro yet, because I still have no idea how I want that to go. I might be leaning toward them being brothers because there might be a space to bring that up in Over My Head, but we’ll see.

#:0000 totally down to answering more questions if you want them #EEEEE thanks for letting me ramble #gyro gearloose #nega gyro gearloose #nega gyro #negaverse gyro gearloose #negaverse gyro #madfen royalty au #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #mad ducktor

[emotelizardrambling]

Friends in High Places:

Just a drabble based on a piece of fan art that I will edit into this post if I can ever find it again.

As a rule, Josephine Montilyet was a patient woman. However standing at the end of an ally waiting on the inquisitor was hardly a welcome pass time. They had come to Val Royux for the simple task of re-outfitting guest rooms for an upcoming, very picky noble visitor. Kaaras however had clearly gotten rather bored with the excursion, so Josephine had told them they could look at other shops while she finished the necessary preparations. Kaaras had promised to meet her here when they were both done, at high noon. Josephine had been waiting going on twenty minutes, and was now wondering if the Inquisitor had found another cause to get involved in, as they often did. She could not begrudge the influence garnered by their ability to involve themself in even the most petty squabble, but all the same, she rather wished she had agreed to meet at the tea shop instead. At least then she could sip a cup of tea and go over ledgers while she waited. "Hey Lady." a gruff and unfamiliar voice sounded from around a nearby corner. Emerging from behind it was a half armored hooded young man, followed by three others in similar garb. Josephine did her best to cover the irritation in her voice as she asked, "May I help you?"

"Hand over your coins," the lead figure stated with a cocky smile, "and nobody gets hurt." Josephine could not stop the quirk of her eyebrow, these thieves clearly were not regulars about Val Royux, anyone with sense would know not to mess with the ambassador of the Inquisition without far more forces. Josephine was no regular fighter for certain, though she was hardly defenseless on her own, but the Inquisitor had a, well justified, reputation for being protective of their people. "An' don't even think about screaming." The bandit continued, "We don't wanna shed more blood than necessary." At the same time a momentary blur of grey and black passed in the corner of Josephine's eye, from the top of a nearby building. Resisting the urge to shake her head at the inquisitor's flair for dramatic entrances she did her best to defuse the situation. "Monsieur, I am sorry that you find me in such poor condition," Josephine made a shallow bow, "you see, I fear my friend will arrive quite soon." Glancing at one another one of the thieves murmured "friend?", then they all began to laugh. "Look at that boss," one said "Nobles are throwing themselves at us. Two for the trouble of one." the "boss" laughed, "I might stop by the Chantry and start praying once we're done! Thank the maker for today." "Oh," Josephine sought to clarify. "I am afraid my friend is not a noble. At least not by birthright." she brought a hand to her chin wondering how to best broach the subject of who exactly they were messing with, "Does the name Adaar ring any bells?" It was clear by the dumbfounded expressions it did not. She almost pitied them for their ignorance, clearly there was no hope for this lot. "It means weapon, so I have been told." she tried to warn. "Likes to jump from high places." she allowed a twinge of annoyance to enter her words here. The bandits however were unmoved. "3 meters tall..." she attempted, though they only looked to each other in confusion at this, "Grey, does grey make you think of anything?" "No..?" "Carries a large sword, approximately my size..." "Look I don't care who your friend is lady just hand over the money." the man stated impatiently, inching closer with his blade. Josephine pinched the bridge of her nose as the bird's chirp sounded just above her. "Oh dear, now I do wish I had brought paper to write your names." It was at this point Kaaras decided to make themself known scuffing their boot on the roof of the building behind Josephine. "Huh? Who's there?" the thief barely had time to get the words out before Kaaras Adaar landed just behind the ambassador with a graceful crouch, before raising themself to full height, towering over Josephine. "Sorry I'm late." Josephine could hear the smirk in Kaaras' voice. The thieves, for their parts, seemed rather frozen in shock. "Boss....?" one murmured. There wasn't time for anything else before Kaaras broke into action, before any of them could get the good sense to run they were all unconscious on the ground. "You're unharmed, correct, Josie?" "Yes Inquisitor I am quite alright, next time, however, we will definitely meet at the tea shop." "Aw, but Josie they always make me stay for something, and the cups and chairs are so tiny..." Kaaras complained like a child. "Plus, better we catch these idiots then someone get hurt right?" "I suppose, but I would rather not play the bait, perhaps bring Dorian to do so in the future." "Please, Dorian would just fry them himself. It wouldn't be nearly as..." Josephine fixed them with a look. "erm... safe, for the bandits, I just knocked them out, they wouldn't escape Dorian without a few good burns." "An admirable point Inquisitor. Either way, we should see these men to our scouts to be dealt with by the proper authorities."

#josephine montilyet #inquisitor adaar #gender-neutral character #kaaras adaar #inquisitor likes jumping from high places #Josie wants tea

[transienttheologyproject]

Ngl not only am I not Christian I have a lot of issues with the faith, if not Christianity itself then at least the usual person who claims to believe in it; however as an ex Christian raised by the types who basically told me from 4 years old that not only does nobody who isn't cishet have no place in the religion but even QUESTIONING anything about it was a horrible sin, it makes me so fucking happy to see queer or lgbtq+ Christians existing, bc while I don't see myself ever believing it again it just makes me so happy to see other people like me existing as Christians, both as a 'fuck you' to my mom but moreso as just evidence that that religion DOESNT exclude us, even if I still believed i could still be me, y'know? Idk I've been drinking I just really appreciate the page ❤️

!!! Thank you SO MUCH!

While this project is first and foremost for individuals who are both genderqueer and Christian (and who may be struggling at the intersection of those identities), I also undertook it because I recognized it could be valuable to both 1.) non-Christian trans+ folk who have ever only experienced hatred & harm from Christian individuals & institutions and 2.) cisgender Christians who are seeking to learn more about trans+ experiences, particularly from a Christian lens.

So all of that to say that you reaching out and taking a moment to let me know that you, a queer non-Christian, have found comfort and joy in this project (which hasn’t even really technically even seen the light of day yet!) just leaves me absolutely elated <3

Ngl, in addition to the expected instances of transphobia from certain vitriolic Christians, this project has also received some less-than-kind pushback from non-Christian trans+ people. While I understand completely that the abuse & suffering certain Christians and Christian institutions have caused and are continuing to cause trans+ people is MORE than enough reason for trans+ people to not only leave Christianity but also have a deep distrust from it (tbh i only just circled back to Catholicism after almost a decade of ignoring it for MANY reasons), it has still been hurtful to see others within my community lash out at me & this project without understanding its goals and aims simply because it has the label “Christian” attached. Like I understand where the distrust is coming from, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been disappointed when the distrust has manifested in anger towards me.

Idk! I’m stoned myself (you’re in good company!) and this ask just brought me a lot of happiness & relief. This project exists because not only is it tough to be trans+ in Christian spaces, it can also be tough to be Christian in trans+ spaces. And sometimes I worry that in having the faith that I do I’m throwing my trans+ community under the bus. So to have someone like you slide in and just be like “hey i’m not Christian but i’m so happy this exists!” really does mean so much. Thank you, i hope all what i said makes sense!

<3 - Soup

[lovelybebop]

Temper Temper

Howdy! Here’s this thing I made for no reason, its been two years since I posted anything to this blog 😭😭 wow welcome back me 😭

Enjoy!

Warning: Cussing 

You were known for your charming... temper. Which most found very odd. You were a very cute girl with a bright smile and an actual charming personality. 

You had your moments though

The over dramatic arm waving, flushing pink of your cheeks and the particular squeak that would crack through the last words you yelled, making you sound more like a prepubescent boy instead of a feared and battle hardened veteran of the Survey Corp. Once your voice cracked the others, your comrades, would snicker rolling their eyes at your antics which only pissed you off further. At this point you found yourself flying across the table you were sitting at or running at an impressive speed to drop kick whoever was deserving of you wrath that day. Usually you were stopped mid lunge by a scowling Captain Levi who would curse and order you to go clean something. 

You usually heeded to his demands. Usually. 

Today was one of those exceptions. 

You had been standing next to your horse packing it’s saddle bags in preparation for the next days expedition when you felt a little and infuriating  pink on the back of your head. Quickly you turned around glaring at the space behind you. There was nobody. The water troff laid complacent as usual, the water not rippling from any disturbance. ‘weird’ you thought loading the last little bit of supplies int the bags before turning your attention checking your horses hooves until you felt the same pink again. You flipped around quicker hoping to catch whatever bastard was screwing with you but again. Nothing. 

A huff left your mouth as acid rose in your throat. ‘Your probably just imagining it. Ignore it. There no need to cause a fight’ Bending down you gently bent your horses leg up expecting for cracks around the horse shoe. 

Pink

You jolted accidentally knocking your body off of your horse’s. It shifted around uncomfortably ready to buck until you began gently stroking it’s neck. “I’m so sorry girl” you coo’d surveying the area around you. Silence. Not the normal kind more like the suspicious kind. 

“Hey guys?” you said sweetly to your comrades who were in the stalls next to you tending to their horses. As of late you strived to manage your blow outs not wanting to piss the Captain off the days leading up to the expedition. He was already stressed as it is and you wanted to made his life easier. 

Not that you ever accomplished that goal. 

But at least you tired.

 “Is anybody getting hit by something or is it just me?”  As the words left your mouth you heard Petra giggle from a few stalls down. “Shut up” Olou hushed in a tone he thought you wouldn’t hear. “No it’s probably flies. When was the last time you showered cadet?” he said strengthening his voice. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Cadet?” you teased trying to keep the mood light. “Olou are you still trying to impersonate the Captain. We both know your to ugly to pull that off.” 

He scoffed mumbling something to himself. You didn’t hear it but from his tone you could tell it wasn’t pleasant. Victorious you smiled to yourself about to move onto the horses back hoof until you felt it again. 

This time the poison that you tried to contain boiled up and out of your mouth. “Okay who the fuck is messing with me?” you yelled stomping out of your stall so the others could see you. Eld, Petra and Olou looked away from you a smirk forming on their faces. “Huh?” you said reaching to the back of your head to focused on the mud that was now caking in your hair to caught up in your own head to realize that Gunther was nowhere to be seen. 

You picked the chunks of dirt from your strands of hair whispering a a slew of cuss words.

 It was mud. Fucking mud.

 Petra looked behind you making an X with her hands. Olou slapped her arms down laughing but brushing it off as a cough. In all reality you shouldn’t let their antics get to you as easily as they did but you found you had become the butt of most of their jokes as well as the one who took most of the heat from them. You got it, you were easy to rile up and in the hell you constantly plunged yourselves in you could’t really blame them. That didn’t mean you didn’t want to decapitate every single of of them sometimes. 

“Com eon let’s cut it out. She’s go ttheat look in her eyes. I don’t want her going all psycho.” 

You twitched. ‘Psycho?” you hissed stepping forward. Her face bushed not expecting you to hear her utters. Before you could pursue her you attention was stolen away by glob of mud that plopped down on the back of your head. This time it wasn’t a simple plink. The mixture of dirt and horse manure didn’t dry right away as the other had. Oh no. This time is is crept itself down your long strands of hair making it’s way down onto your back. 

‘Sorry Captain’ you thought before ripping you attention to Gunter who stood behind you with a shit eating grin, a bucket dripping shit in his hand. “I’ll kill you!” you yelled lunging at him. He let out a panicked laugh attempting to run away from your grasp but it was futile. You dug your finger nail into his shoulder and lifted your knee to slam into his groin. 

Levi’s P.O.V

Levi stood against the wall in Erwin’s office lazily sipping at the cup of tea in his hand while his eyes scooped the darkening landscape that lie beyond the office window. In the distance there was the sound of screeching but Levi being to wrapped up with the anxieties in his hand was def to the sound. “Did you hear that?” Erwin said turning his attention to the window. Levi perked up shaking his head. “No. What was it?” 

Erwin took to his feet, pushing his desk chair out from behind him. “It sounded like... a...” His voice trailed off as he turned around his eyes meeting the commotion that was going on in the far left side of the window, just out of Levi’s line of sight. A small smile formed on his face ‘This again?’ As a commander he should have been concerned about someone that was so volatile but he found it endearing in an odd way. It was refreshing to see someone with fight in their eyes. It drove Levi to his wits end but t was good for him. It took his mind off of the more serious things going on.. if only for a minute. 

 “....Scream” Levi thinned his eyes trying to read the Commander's reaction until the blonde pointed behind him. Levi turned around just as you brought your knee cap into Gunter’s groin, the poor man’s face twisted in agony as yours was snarling your eyes lit up like fire. “Son of a bitch” Levi cussed setting his tea cup harshly down on the windowsill stomping out of the room. ‘Can’t she ever give me a fucking break’ he thought making his way through the hallways of HQ and out the door. The cool evening air breathed pleasantly against his cheeks. In a different scenario he might have slowed his pace and basked in the feeling. Had his chest not be on the verge collapsing, his head not about to blow up with the pressure of his rage. “Oi! Shithead!” Levi yelled. Petra, Olou and Eld who had all been grinned before immediately wiped the smiles off of their faces. “Oh shit” Eld whispered sensing the storm coming. “Come on guys cut it out Petra yelled to the two of you, her eyes nervously flicking to the Captain who was hauling ass towards them. 

The two of you paid the commotion no mind. It was to late. You were in it. Knocking Gunter onto the ground you went to punch him in the face, again, but found Gunter’s fist beating you to the punch (I know, I hate myself) knocking you head violently back. Had the adrenaline not been coursing through your veins like nitrus you may have noticed the unconformable pain that radiated from your face or the blood that absolutely GUSHED from your nose and into your mouth. “Is that all you got?” you yelled landing a left hook into his jaw. He grunted flipping you onto your back about to straddle your significantly smaller body with his legs until you felt his weight ripped off of you. Levi towered above you his normally grey eyes seeming to turn metallic in the moon light. Easily he threw Gunter to the side eyeing everyone around him. You stared at him in awe.  

“You all have five seconds to explain. All of you. Now” Silence permeated the night air until Petra stammered forward. “It was just a prank Captain and she just started to freak out.” Your awe induced trance was broken by her words. “A prank?!” you exclaimed rocketing up from where you were laying on the ground readying yourself to launch at the blond before you felt Levi’s arm bar across your chest. “Knock it off.” he seethed. You flinched at his tone, a pink hue taking over your cheeks. So much for making his life easier. He looks like he on the verge of having a heart attack. “All of you go to your room. F/N you finish packing everyone’s stuff.” 

All of your comrades smiled to themselves eyeing one another happily. Whatever they had planned evidently coming to fruition. You body began to tremble and you felt tears forming in your eyes. “What the hell!” you yelled pushing the captain off of you. A bold move on your part. Had another cadet done that he would have laid them out flat no problem but he didn’t get physical with you like he did the others. “You always take their side! It’s bullshit! They just trying to piss me off to get me in- ah fuck it have fun packing your own shit because I’m not doing it!” You began to walk away ignoring the feeling of Levi’s eyes burning a hole into the back of your head as unexpected tears fell down your face. Roughly Levi grabbed your wrist yanking you to his side, you flinched expecting to be thrown to the ground. Instead you felt his thin finger tips intertwine themselves in your hair. “What the hell is this shit?” he seethed picking it out of your hair. Gunter cleared his throat. “It’s, uh, percicely that Captain” 

Levi exhaled forcefully through his mouth. “Everybody inside now. I will be thinking of punishments for all of you later so please don’t think you are off the hook.” 

“Yes sir” you all said saluting him. You began to walk in the direction of your comrades formulation some sort of plan to punch Petra in the mouth until Levi tugged on your wrist again. “Yes Captain”  you said keeping your head low. 

His eyes softened, maybe he had been rather rough with you. “Come on let’s get this shit off of you. You smell awful” You nodded sadly following him as he led you through the soft grass and back into the building. Your eyes took a minute to adjust to the warm candle light that glowed along the hallway, the light feeling like an assault on your eyes compared to the soft darkness outside. You cocked your head not realizing how dark it had been outside until now. ‘What time is it’ you thought looking around hoping it wasn’t to late. 

Letting the thought brush out of your thoughts you followed the Captain his grasp never leaving your wrist, which you found strange but didn’t bring any attention to it. Walking down the hallway you prepared yourself to stop at the shared Cadet bathroom until he kept walking. “Captain?” you said softly, eyeing him suspiciously. Was this some sort of trick? “Hm” he grunted continuing to walk without breaking his pace. “Where are we going?” 

“To my room. I don’t want you to wake everybody up” 

“Oh”

You felt your cheeks turn pink as he stopped in front of his door pushing it open coolly like he wasn’t affected by the situation. He was a notorious clean freak and you really did not want to be the one to get horse shit all over his bathroom, which you imagined to be pristine. 

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You stood awkwardly not completely sure what to do with your arms. They felt clunky and odd wherever you placed them on your body. It was a very unfortunate dilemma and  you thought that it may be more convenient to say f it and chop them both off. “Y/N” Levi said having suddenly appearing in front of you his eyes sagging tiredly. “Take your uniform off and put this on. “ You blushed deeply taking it out of his hands. “Yes sir. Thank you” you said shyly. He ushered you to step into his room. You complied brushing by him. “Let me know when you’ve changed” He said before closing the door. ‘

Quickly you took off all of your clothes, (opting to leave your underwear on )and bindings off and slipped the smooth fabric over your head positioning it comfortably on your body. You looked down noticing the shirt was rather short of you the lower half of your ass being in plain sight. ‘Oh great’ you sighed knocking on the door. “I’m changed” you said. Immediately he stepped into the room being caught up on your sight. He thought that maybe if he gave you a tattered shirt the sight of you in his clothes wouldn’t bother him but he couldn’t believe how wrong he was. His eyes slightly widened at his sight, his heart beginning to cage in his chest. “Hm” he cleared his throat forcing himself to walk away from you. “Come on. I’ll help you wash your hair.”” 

You nodded trailing behind him folding your hands neatly in front of you. Just as you had expected his bathroom was spotless and smelled oddly nice. You wondered if he used different cleaner on his tiles then the cadets got. It was almost like lemons but a but more diluted. “Lean over the tub okay?” He said beginning to roll up his sleeves. You walked a few paces forward and bent to your knees sending a hesitant look his way before leaning your head into the white porcelain. He kept his eyes off of you and turned on the water, adjusting it so it wouldn’t burn your scalp. Gently he dumped the water onto your head pulling a brush through your hair. It glide through the strands surprisingly smooth considering all the blood and shit you had caked in it. You hummed at the heat feeling goosebumps spread across your skin in response to the warmth. He smiled to himself repeating the motions until your hair was clean. Gingerly he wrapped your hair in a towel and helped you sit up. Once you fly sat up your eyes connected to his and his noticed a bit of purple forming on you cheek bone. He eyes softened “I will run the bath so you can clean the rest of your wounds. I-if you want” 

Silently you studied his face before nodding “Yes sir” 

“You can just call me Levi Y/N” he said spotting a bit of blood that was still on your face. He stood up and grabbed a wash cloth off of the counter top wetting it in the sink before rubbing the blood roughly off of your cheek. You scrunched your face at the uncomfortable rubbing at your face but you didn’t complain. Now that he thought of it you never really did. 

“What was it blood?” you questioned cutely going crossed eyed in attempt to look down at your own face. He nodded suppressing a smile while tossing the wash cloth in the laundry basket adjacent to him in his bedroom. “Yes. I will leave so you can get in now okay cadet?” he said feeling the weight of the situation weighing down on him. What was he doing? “Okay” you smiled sweetly hoping to your feet. 

His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he painstakingly exited the room. Once the door was closed and he knew hen was out of sight he let out an exasperated sigh. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he thought hearing the shirt of his you were wearing and the sound of your body entering into the water. His heart began to hammer in his chest. He had always been fond of you yes, but he never intended on getting closer to yo having been perfectly content with the glances he got of you every now and then as well as the short day dreams he had of you while writing reports or reading. He had been perfectly satisfied so why was he doing this now? 

“Captain?” he heard you say from behind the door.  Shocked and embarrassed he walked quietly away from the door and out of his room all to circle back this time stomping his boots particularly loud to make it seem as if he hadn’t been creeping outside. “Yes Y/N?” he said dreading your question. “Came I have another washcloth?” 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in not wanting to walk back in there with you. So badly he wanted to see you but what if seeing you wasn’t enough. Against his better judgement he said yes 

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