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(Did the poll say happiness and rainbows? Yeah but I’m having fun with my angst so here’s more! :) )
“No I want to see him.”
The officer looked at the man, who looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and she narrows her eyes, “As I had told you, sir, Mister Taylor asked for no visitors unless family. And are you related to Missus Taylor or Oliver?” The question was a mock because she knew the answer.
So, with a bite of a tongue Price relented, “Who’s your supervisor?”
“He’s out of office.”
“Fuckin- course he is. Where’s Riley?”
“Mister Riley is currently in questioning.”
Price frowned, “But you already questioned him.”
The officer shrugged, “Our lead detective thought it best to do a second round.”
“Then I want to speak to your lead detective.”
“You and everyone else, take a ticket.”
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To say your hands were shaking would be an understatement, you had been sitting in Johnny’s car for a close to an hour and so far you probably lost half your body weight in tears. It seemed unreal, there was no way it was actually reality, after all you had been through. It was just….
You jolt when someone knocks on the glass window, only to see Eliza by the door and you let out breath, quickly getting out of the car and into her arms.
“T-they still have Simon in questioning and-and he’s not answering my calls-“
“I know, John’s taking care of it. Oh honey,” her voice was a bit rasped and she looks you over, “You look like a mess.”
Your chest heaves for air as you ramble to her, telling her about how they took you all to the station at four in the morning and how everything was working against your favor. You both sat on the curb outside, as Johnny’s car was an incubator, her arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders and hands holding the coffee she had gotten you.
“Johnny went-Johnny went to be with Ollie, they…they wouldn’t let me see him.”
Eliza scoffs at that, “Bastards. Keeping a child from his mother.”
—
In hindsight it wasn’t best idea.
However, it did do its job. What job was that? Who knew.
“Uh oh,” Ollie whispered from the other side of the conference table, looking to his biological father (who was currently doubled over while clutching his nose), “You made uncle soap maaad.”
“You fucking bitch!” Caleb practically screamed, “I’ll have your job!”
Johnny stood perfectly still for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure if he had just imagined he punched him or if it was reality and he then snapped into the situation, “Ah please, as i’ you go’ a job tha’s all high n mighty.”
It took about a minute before an officer came back in to check on everything, and thanks to a somewhat threatening stare Caleb had just said he got a bloody nose and everything was alright.
“Oliver, come on. We’re leaving.”
“But I don wanna go.”
With a tug and hoist Oliver was being carried on Caleb’s side, “Didn’t ask we have a flight to catch.”
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“For the fucking millionth time she had Oliver when I met her.”
“According to these files Oliver was with his father.”
“Bullshit!!!” Simon snipped back, his anger growing with each second. Every file, data bank, Facebook post made it seem like Oliver lived with Caleb until he went ‘missing’ two weeks ago. “Look at the bank statements why would she pay insurance for a child she doesn’t even have?”
The detective sighed, “We did, Mister Riley, she’s not paying for any child’s health insurance.”
This was insane.
“Mister Riley, I am going to ask one final time: did you help Missus Taylor take her son?”
With a glare Simon leaned forward on the table, “Didn’t fucking take him, because he’s ’een here wit us for ‘is entire life.”
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“Caleb?” You slowly move to stand up as you watch your ex husband carry your son out of the station, and within a millisecond your blood was cold, “Oliver?”
“Mommy!” The boy practically screeched at the sight of you, trying to pry himself away from the man’s grasp, “Mommy I don’t wanna go!”
Before you had the chance to get to the car Caleb was currently putting Oliver into, you were held back.
“Lassie, lassie easy-“
“Johnny let-let me go.”
Johnny, with close to zero effort, turns you to face him, “Leave it. It’s gonna be okay, go’ a plan yeah? Ollie’s gonna be in his bed tonight, promise.”
(Teehee, that’s all for now)
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley imagine#simon ghost x reader#simon riley fanfic#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#coco's chaos <3#cod x you#simon riley x reader#cod fluff#dad!soap#dad!ghost#dad!simon riley#coco’s pre k universe! <3#ghost simon riley#cod fanfic#cod price
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Beach Trip As My Friend’s Uncle
Miguel:
This is by far the best idea Zach and I have ever had! A few weeks ago, my best bud Zach begged his parents to let me come on their family beach trip but unfortunately they wanted to keep it a family trip.
That’s when Zach and I got a little creative. We decided to ask his cool Uncle Derek if I could swap bodies with him for a week. Now Derek isn’t your ordinary uncle, he’s pretty adventurous, single, likes to party, and is always down for some shenanigans. So when we asked if he’s willing to swap with me, he immediately said yes! He seemed to be just as excited to be me since he’s getting out of the family trip all together.
So we all met up that morning at Derek’s place. Zach already told his parents that he’s riding down with Derek. And when I arrived Derek already had a bag packed for me.
We quickly swapped bodies and it felt so cool being so much bigger.
I grinned at Derek in my body who also looked super happy. He pulled me in for a hug which felt so weird, I could have easily picked my body up like it was nothing.
As I hop into Derek’s nice truck, he says to us, “You boys have fun! And doing anything too crazy in my body!”
“Thanks Uncle Derek!” said Zach.
“Yes thanks again Derek, I’ll take good care of your body I promise!”
“Good and hey I packed condoms just in case things get too crazy. Don’t need my body coming back with anything.”
Zach rolls his eyes while I felt a warm sensation in my stomach. It just hit me that not only do I have Derek’s body for a week but I also have control of his massive package.
We get on the road and I pull off Derek’s shirt just to show off his tattooed pecs.
Zach’s sitting next to me so excited and says, “God this is so crazy! I mean look at you dude you’re inside my uncle right now.”
“I know man, this is about to be the best trip ever!”
When we arrive to the resort, Zach and I head to check in. We run into his family. We say our hellos to everyone and I’m surprised by how good of a job I’m doing at pretending to be Derek.
We get our room keys and head up. The room is huge! We even have our own bathrooms along with a balcony.
I put Derek’s bags on the bed and open them up to see what clothes Derek packed for me. But when I get to the bathing suits only two of them are normal ones— the rest are all speedos.
Zach pops in already in his bathing suit and says, “you about ready?”
“Uh no not yet give me a few,” I say to him.
“No rush bro! I’m gonna head down, I’ll see you in a few.”
As soon as Zach walked out of the room, I immediately got naked.
I look at Derek’s nude body, that’s when my eyes focus on the thick long dick that I now control.
I try my best to control my eager to touch it, laying back on the hotel bed. I didn’t want to risk Zach walking but I feel like I only have so much alone time with it.
I look down at Derek’s sexy size 11 feet, they’re beautiful and manly. I trace his fingers along his chest down to his cock and balls.
His dick is already hard, I start to stroke it and it feels amazing. It’s my first I’ve ever jerked off in someone else’s body. And it’s so different from mine.
I sit up and bring Derek’s big foot to my face smelling his toes as I wiggle them. I start licking his foot, still jerking his dick with my other hand.
I feel so close, I knew I was going to bust any minute. I let out a loud powerful grunt, inhaling his sole before cum bursts out all over.
I look over the mess I just made, damn that felt great. I whip some off of his chest and taste it. It taste’s so good.
I clean off his chest with a shower towel and grab one of his speedos.
I take a pic of myself to send to Derek and say, “you only packed speedos?”
I get a response a few minutes later, “well you look sexy in them. Send me more pics 😜”
I feel Derek’s cock start to get hard again from his text. Is he flirting with me?
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silk sheets
ryomen sukuna x gn!reader
in which you end up back at a good friend’s place and realize that you need him just as much as he needs you
warning: mentions of alcohol/drinking, one mention of sleeping beauty but as a joke, sukuna may be slightly ooc, a tad suggestive
a/n: forgive the bad writing i’m thinking thoughts
dedicated to @seeingivy bc ronnie is the best writer ever <3
you weren’t quite sure how you got here tonight.
instead of waking up to your normal chaotically organized nightstand, you’re met with an immaculate one with an artfully placed alarm clock instead.
you turn slightly, aware of the way that the silk sheets brush your legs as you sit upward. your head throbs for a moment as you try to recollect where you were.
one moment you were dancing the night away at this hot spot club yuuji swore was fun. you drank to your hearts content and danced til the music was injected into your veins. those vivid lights, those flashing colors — they were all a part of you.
the next moment you’re here, lying alone in a bed of rouge colored silk sheets, wondering who would’ve led you here on a night like this.
��ah, sleeping beauty’s awakened.” you hear from the doorway.
sukuna’s smile is beautiful even in the darkness.
it was almost like a beacon of sorts, the way he lit up the room as soon as he stepped in. you feel the shift in the atmosphere — as if he’s suddenly introduced some variable that the very air wasn’t able to comprehend.
you couldn’t comprehend him either. while he and your best friend shared their pink hair in common, that was the end of the similarities. you’d spent too much time with sukuna not to acknowledge his appeal.
if yuuji was the blinding light, sukuna was the soothing dark.
“sukuna,” was all you said, averting your eyes from the doorway. “nice to see you”
he chuckled lowly, walking in slow steps to where you sat on the edge of what was undoubtedly his bed. he kneeled to the floor, eyes level with your own.
“where’s this shyness coming from?” he asked, tilting your head towards him. “you weren’t so shy earlier tonight.”
you felt your face flush, though you could quite recall what led you to this position. “what did i do?”
“don’t remember?” he laughed softly. “you were all over me.” he leaned closer to you, his breaths fanning across your face. “you said you were in love with me.”
“what? i would never!” you argued, suddenly all too aware of how close he was. you tried to move, but his bare arms caged you to your seat.
“why not?” he asked, “is it so horrible to want me?”
“ you must’ve drank tonight.” you murmur. “you’re tipsy.”
he sighs, before gently looping an arm around your waist and maneuvering you to his bed. he hovered patiently on top of you before pressing his forehead against yours.
“you’re insufferable,” he breathes into your neck. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about you?”
your face is on fire now as you grip the sheets in the hopes of grounding yourself.
sukuna and you were friends. hell—you were on your way to best friends. he understood your complexities in the way that nobody else could. if he wasn’t this attractive, you would’ve already dubbed him one of your closest.
but everything about sukuna made that impossible. from his devilish grin to his muscled physique to the way he had an underlying softness to him, sukuna was the amalgamation of everything you’d ever wanted in a man.
no wonder everyone fell in love with him.
you swore you weren’t one of them, and yet, here you were.
“we’re friends,” you gulped, meeting his eyes. “let’s not ruin it because of some….crush.”
he sighed again, meeting your eyes with an intensity you’d never seen from him. “nothing about this is a crush. i’ve dreamt and dreamt of the day that i’d have you beneath me like this, wondering if there was ever a chance you felt the same.”
you were breathless. pinned under his gaze, there was nothing you could say.
“and you,” he whispered, placing a chaste kiss on your neck. “continue to tease me.”
“what?” you practically shake. “i don’t tease.”
sukuna nibbles your neck ever so slightly, and every argument you’ve ever had flows out the window.
“everytime you look at me there’s some sort of admiration there. every time we’ve gotten takeout, you’re always first to make sure we’ve got everything to make it comfortable for a movie.”
he pulls away for a moment to look at you, really look at you, and you’re a puddle beneath him.
“i do love you.” you finally admit, beaming up at him. “i love you more than anyone sukuna.”
he hasn’t seen anyone more perfect than you.
he pulls you into his embrace, and you’re filled with the overwhelming feeling of being loved.
“tomorrow,” he mumbles into your neck, “give me permission to kiss you breathless.”
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A Nap With Terzo
~ A special edition of Naps With Copia ~
This was for an Anon that was having a tough time with their finals and wanted a comforting nap with Terzo 💙 (sorry this took forever!)
Terzo x gn!reader
The naps are all stand alone stories so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft naps.
Warnings: none, just Terzo being a little silly, sfw, 800 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)
No one else got to see him like this.
Well, maybe his ghouls did. Spending months together packed into a tour bus allowed you to see the best and worst of everyone. You had heard plenty of stories of the things the band and crew would get up to. To be honest some stories you wished you could forget. Although knowing why Alpha was strongly discouraged from coming back to Albuquerque, New Mexico did give you good blackmail material.
Moments like this though were something rare to see. The Siblings were used to Papa Emeritus III and his ways. They had spent years watching him on stage and at the pulpit. Both were performances for your Papa. Both showed a side of him that he had spent years honing to perfection. The boisterous and carefree Papa that was quick to tease and even quicker to flirt. But right now, tucked away in your bed and softly snoring…
This was your Papa.
“I need to get up soon.”
“Hush. You need rest, Terzo.”
“Eh, I’m fine.” His body betrayed him, his jaw immediately opening in a wide yawn. When he caught your smirk he huffed, rolling his eyes as he turned the other way. “Imperator will be looking for me. So she can nitpick how each ritual went.”
“Don’t worry about her.” Terzo turned his head, his eyebrow raised in question as he peered at you. “She has her hands full.”
“Oh?” You laughed when he quickly spun around, his arms snaking around your waist to bring you in close. “Do tell, amore.”
“Your brothers promised to keep her attention until the morning.”
“Sounds ominous.”
He ducked his head, hiding his face in your neck. Terzo always got shy when his brothers helped him. Like the notion of a family acting like family was still foreign to him. You dropped a kiss onto his head and gently started carding your fingers through his hair.
“Secondo assured me no one would get hurt.”
“Bene.” He pressed a few kisses of his own into your skin before pulling away, a soft smile on his face. “What shall we do with all that time, hmm?”
His attempt at wiggling his eyebrows failed as he started yawning again. He groaned when he was done, flinging himself onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.
“I think a nap is the only thing you need to focus on right now.”
“But amore, that’s so boring!” You obliged him when he tugged you close. “I’d rather be kissing you.”
“We can kiss after a nap.”
“We can kiss before one too.”
He leaned in and planted a noisy smooch on your cheek, his lips then traveling down to your chin and over to your ear. When his teeth gently nibbled at the lobe you squealed and tried to move away but his arms remained tight around you.
“Terzo! Stop, stop!” The bastard just laughed, continuing to attack you with his lips and teeth. “Ah! Papa, I will call Imperator, I swear to Satan.”
With a huff he pulled away, although he kept his arms tight around you. When you noticed his pout you couldn’t help but giggle and lean in to kiss him. The man was infuriatingly irresistible even when he was driving you crazy.
“Fine, fine. Ruin my fun.” The pouting continued, even when you kissed him again. “Here I am, thinking you would have missed me after all these months. Missed my touch and my kisses. I guess I was wrong.”
“Don’t be such a baby!” You nipped at his full bottom lip this time, pulling it between your teeth to sooth it with your tongue briefly before leaning away. “Terzo, I promise that if you are very very good and take a nice long nap we can have some fun after. Okay?”
His face brightened and he snuggled closer, his hands traveling up and down your back possessively.
“You promise, amore?”
“I promise.”
His bright smile was beautiful, as was everything else about him. You had to kiss him again, a soft one that you reserved for quiet moments like this. He pulled away, still smiling, and reached up to cup your cheek.
“Then we better get started, eh? The sooner we wake up the sooner we can have some of that fun you’ve promised me.”
You snorted while you settled yourself more comfortably against him. Resting your head on his shoulder and one hand on his chest. His heart beat steadily beneath it, a reminder that he was here with you again. Terzo’s breathing was evening out and you soon heard the soft snores he insisted he never did. You closed your eyes and focused on falling asleep yourself, wanting to get some rest along with your Papa.
You wanted the fun to start soon too.
~ Naps With Copia series masterpost ~
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"You Weren't Loyal To Me": How Crosshair's Brothers Absolutely Failed Him in "The Bad Batch" Season 1
I know I'm not the first person to make these arguments, but after recently rewatching "The Bad Batch" Season 1, I feel compelled to play Devil's Advocate and assert that Crosshair's brothers absolutely failed him in Season 1.
Now, don't mistake me. I don't believe Crosshair was 100% in the right. Once he regained his free will -- whether he actually removed his inhibitor chip, or whether his injury on Bracca deactivated it or lessened its impacts -- he definitely should've left the Empire the first chance he had.
I imagine he was trying to make the best of a bad situation, but I don't see why he would stay with an organization hijacked his mind and ordered him to kill his family, civilians and other people who were trying to do the right thing.
But, I don't think his brothers -- I'm excluding Omega because she's a child and was following everyone else's lead -- are 100% in the right either.
I believe Crosshair's brothers basically abandoned him.
CROSSHAIR'S GREAT INSECURITY?
Now, I understand that they didn't initially plan to abandon Crosshair. But, once they knew he was being mind-controlled and especially once they knew how to undo its effects, they never even considered going back for him.
We never see them debate trying to save Crosshair. They don't discuss whether it's feasible, whether it's worth the risk, how they would even attempt it, etc.
I think this was a much-needed moment that we never get to see. In fact, as others have pointed out, we don't really get much discussion about Crosshair at all.
He's their brother. He's been by their side from infancy through their time as cadets through dozens of missions. Why aren't they more upset about him turning against them? Or being mind-controlled by the Empire?
They seem so blasé about it. Like it's more of an inconvenience than a tragedy, especially by 1.12 "Rescue on Ryloth." Like "Ope, Crosshair's here. I bet he's gonna try to kill us again."
As I'll discuss more later, Hunter gets captured on Daro, and Omega loses her frickin' mind. Even Echo, Wrecker and Tech seemed distressed too, even if the show didn't focused on their reactions as much.
But, Crosshair's mind and body get hijacked by the Empire, and nobody seems to give a shit.
No wonder why Crosshair felt so betrayed and said everything he does in 1.15 and 1.16. It probably confirmed something he always felt, or always feared:
That he was the odd man out in his squad -- the last to be included and the first to be excluded.
That they never cared about him as much as he cared about them.
Based on experiences in my own life, with friends and coworkers, I do wonder if Crosshair was always insecure about his standing within the group. This makes sense given that he's likely the youngest of the four original brothers, and that as a sniper, he isn't always in the middle of the action like they are. His personality doesn't really help either, but his brothers seem to be able to navigate it just fine in their "The Clone Wars" Season 7 arc.
Maybe this is partly why he seemed OK with Echo joining the squad at the end of TCW arc: because he felt like Echo would become the new 'odd man' considering that he didn't grow up with the Bad Batch and wouldn't know Crosshair's brothers like he does.
It's been a while since I watched TCW Season 7, so maybe I'm wrong.
But, I definitely think this is partly why he resents Omega so much in Season 1:
The Bad Batch -- mainly Hunter -- decided to risk their lives and their freedom to go back to Kamino for Omega. She might've been their "little sister," but they'd known her all of one day and Hunter still decided it was worth going back for her.
Yet they never went back for him.
Hell, as far as we the audience know, they never even considered it.
I'm not saying it would have been easy or risk-free. They also now have Omega in their care, and trying to extract Crosshair from Imperial custody while all parties involved would be trying to kill or capture them isn't an easy undertaking.
But, as I'll talk about more later, these guys do rescue and extraction missions all the time. They put their lives on the line for complete strangers several times in Season 1 to save them from Imperial custody, slavery, etc.
And I'm not saying they were wrong to do those things. It was objectively good that the Bad Batch saved the people they did.
But, I can absolutely understand why Crosshair would be infuriated that his brothers take on all these missions to help complete strangers but never bother to help him...
ANALYZING THE BATCH'S DECISIONS BASED ON THE SEASON 1 TIMELINE
I understand that, before he confronts them in the hangar in 1.01 "Aftermath," that they were planning to go back for him. And that they were forced to leave him behind because he was literally gunning for them. And -- as far as his brothers knew -- he was doing it of his own free will.
However, in 1.02 "Cut and Run," Omega tells them about the inhibitor chips, implying that that's how Crosshair is being controlled.
Then in 1.03 "The Replacements," we see that Tech is building a device to locate their inhibitor chips, and Omega tries to tell the Batch and specifically emphasizes to Hunter that Crosshair has no control over his actions. Hunter admits that he's angry at himself for leaving Crosshair behind, and Omega reassures him that they'll get him back someday.
So, it seems like -- at least in Omega's eyes -- the Batch was planning to save Crosshair at some point. And, Hunter at minimum feels guilty for leaving Crosshair on Kamino, even though they didn't really have much of a choice at the time.
However, the Batch gets sidetracked in 1.04 and 1.05. First, they need supplies; then bounty hunters are after Omega; then they need intel on who's after her and why.
Then, by the events of 1.07 "Battle Scars," we see that they've fallen into a routine of doing jobs for Cid. It's safe to assume they've done -- or at least attempted -- a dozen jobs for her at this point, based on Wrecker and Omega's 20 orders of Mantell Mix.
And then Rex shows up and tells them point-blank that the clones can't fight the inhibitor chip's effects, re-emphasizing Omega's earlier point that Crosshair had no control over his actions.
The Batch then experiences this firsthand with Wrecker, whose chip activates before they can extract it. We see that, even with Wrecker fighting the chip's effects with all his might, he endangers his brothers and was *this* close to killing Omega, before Rex stunned him.
Now, we have confirmation based on both Rex and Wrecker's experiences that removing an active chip restores a clone's free will.
Thus, by the end of 1.07 "Battle Scars," the Batch definitively knows:
Crosshair is being controlled by an inhibitor chip and is being forced to do the Empire's bidding;
How to remove an inhibitor chip; and
That removing a clone's active inhibitor chip will restore his free will
And yet, despite all this knowledge, the only effort they make to save Crosshair is to tell him about the inhibitor chip.
They don't attempt or even discuss possibly stunning him on the artillery deck and taking him with them.
But, admittedly, this isn't the best time to attempt a rescue, as they're outnumbered and essentially trapped aboard the Jedi Cruiser. And then Omega gets captured by Cad Bane and Hunter gets shot, and the others are desperately trying to get off Bracca before Crosshair & co. shoot them down. Fine. Getting off Bracca safely and then trying to find Omega should be their priority.
But, once they recover Omega on Bora Vio, and their lives aren't in immediate danger anymore... this would've been the perfect time to at least debate going back for Crosshair.
Again, they have all the information needed at this point.
As for how they find him, well, I'm sure they could get the information somehow. Or they could just cause a stir somewhere so he'd show up to arrest them again, like he did on Bracca.
But, no, they just continue doing jobs for Cid in 1.10-1.13. They don't bring him up at all until they see him on Ryloth in 1.12 "Rescue on Ryloth," and again, the tone is like, "Well, Crosshair is here. That's annoying."
If not being able to locate him was the only reason they didn't try to save him after 1.08/1.09, that argument doesn't apply to 1.12 "Rescue on Ryloth." He's there. They know he's there. They're already there doing an extraction job anyway... why don't they just grab him too???
Yes, there would be additional risks, but YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED BY THE EMPIRE AND FORCED TO DO ITS BIDDING, AND YOU DON'T SEEM TO GIVE A SHIT!!!
Which brings us nicely to:
THE DOUBLE STANDARD
Throughout Season 1, but especially in the latter half, we see The Batch putting themselves in harm's way for complete strangers, or at most, friends-of-friends.
They rescue Muchi the Rancor and other people from enslavers; they extract the former Separatist Senator from Raxus; they extract the Syndullas from Ryloth; they break Gregor out of the Imperial base on Daro.
In the latter three cases, the Batch went to Imperial-occupied planets and an Imperial base, despite all the risks involved. And, especially when they saved Gregor, they had very little information going in and basically just winged the entire thing.
It just feels like, when you look at all these cases, any argument the Batch could make for not saving Crosshair just falls apart.
"We didn't know where he was." He was on Ryloth -- grab him then.
"We didn't have enough information." You didn't on Daro, and you still snuck into a heavily fortified Imperial base to rescue Gregor.
"Everyone there would've been trying to kill us." You literally extract/rescue people from Imperial forces for a living...
"It would've endangered Omega." Well, buddy, have I got a story for you...
You see, when Hunter falls on Daro and gets captured, the Batch still comes to his rescue despite knowing it's a trap AND THEY BRING OMEGA WITH THEM!!!
Every excuse they could've made for not saving Crosshair sooner is gone. The Batch will literally run into a trap for Hunter, and they constantly throw themselves into danger to save Omega, but they never do the same for Crosshair.
It really feels like such a double standard.
They seem to care about everyone BUT him.
Plus, sadly, there's one more parallel I can draw. One more instance where the Bad Batch put themselves in harm's way to save a fellow clone who was being mind-controlled by their enemies in an attempt to kill them...
Echo.
Yes, remember all the way back in TCW Season 7, when we find out that Echo is the one behind the algorithm that's giving the Separatists an advantage in all these battles?
Even though Rex thought Echo was dead, the minute he suspects Echo's still alive, he goes after him. He even punches Crosshair over it, after Crosshair bullies Rex for leaving Echo for dead at the Citadel.
One of the "regs" went back for his brother despite knowing his was being mind-controlled by the enemy and forced to attack them.
Rex, Anakin and the Bad Batch save Echo from a terrible fate. They extract him from the Separatists, restore his free will and essentially give him his life back.
Yet, when the exact same thing happens to one of their own, the Batch don't even consider going back for Crosshair the way Rex went back for Echo -- hell, the way they went in for Echo too, even though they didn't know him!!
SOME CONSIDERATIONS
I will give the Batch this: once Crosshair confronts them on Kamino and Hunter stuns him, Hunter decides not to leave Crosshair behind this time. And that was even after Crosshair refused to say when he had his chip removed. So, for all they know, he might've been acting of his own free will when he tried to kill them on Bracca.
While taking Crosshair with them at the end of 1.15 was a step in the right direction, I don't think it was enough to make up for everything they failed to do.
And, while he doesn't specify exactly what, Hunter later admits to Crosshair in 3.05 "The Return" that he has regrets too. And considering the context and the timeframe they're talking about, it's possible Hunter regrets not going back for Crosshair sooner/at all, among other mistakes he's made. (Story for another time.)
I'll also give some consideration to Wrecker, who was the only one of the brothers who said he actively missed Crosshair in 1.03 "The Replacements." Tech mentions Crosshair very flippantly a few times, and Echo doesn't really mention him at all.
Obviously, we'll never know for certain, but I do wonder how Crosshair would've reacted if his brothers had rescued him and removed his chip at some point. Would he have stayed with them? Would he have wanted to rejoin the Empire voluntarily?
Considering he (supposedly) had his chip removed and still stayed with the Empire willingly in-universe, it's possible he might've wanted to do the same thing in an AU where his brothers rescued him.
He definitely despised that they were fugitives and "scavenging like rats," while he had authority, respect and purpose as a soldier of the Empire.
But, I think a large component -- although not the only one -- of why he stays with the Empire is that he felt like his brothers abandoned him. He brings this up several times in 1.15 and 1.16, and the way he does indicates this is a major sore spot for him.
We see in 1.01 "Aftermath" that the chip enhancement procedure is painful. He scrunches his face, flexes his hand and squirms around in the chamber. Plus, the machine itself looks similar to the Mind Flayer from other "Star Wars" properties.
Crosshair was literally being tortured by the Empire. Maybe he doesn't recall that once the procedure's done, but we see him getting his chip enhanced in both 1.01 and 1.03, and it's possible it was enhanced even more times off-screen.
I cannot stress enough: the Empire basically took Crosshair prisoner, tortured him and hijacked his free will.
And his brothers essentially did nothing to save him.
It would be one thing if his brothers were civilians like you and me, and didn't know the first thing about how to infiltrate an Imperial compound or how to navigate a firefight despite being outnumbered.
But, that doesn't apply to The Bad Batch. That's literally their bread-and-butter.
And Crosshair -- especially once he seems to regain his free will between the Bracca and Ryloth arcs -- watched his brothers risk their lives to save complete strangers while doing nothing for him.
I would've been livid too.
Not to sound like Tech, but while I don't agree with Crosshair's decision, I can understand why he decided to stay on Kamino rather than go with them at the end of 1.16. His brothers offered him no real comfort and no real apology, and I think he desperately wanted to hear that, especially from Hunter.
I know after everything that's happened -- especially Crosshair refusing to say when he had his chip removed -- that it would've been hard to admit their mistakes. But, Crosshair wanted to hear something beyond: "You can come with us if you want. And if you don't, we don't have to be enemies."
The closest thing to comfort any of them offer is Omega affirming that, despite everything, she still cared about him. This seems to be the only thing that really effects him, that causes him to doubt his decision, that causes him to show any kind of emotion beyond anger.
I legitimately believe that if someone had talked to Crosshair one-on-one for like five minutes, and really showed how much they still cared about him and always did, that he would've rejoined them.
Granted, it's really hard to tell.
Crosshair has, as Tech said, always been severe and unyielding. Plus, he really suffers from this "in for a penny, in for a pound" kind of mindset, which is partly why he stays with the Empire for so long even after regaining his free will.
But the fact that all his brothers leave him on Kamino again so effortlessly, so easily is just tragic. No final goodbye. No hug. No nothing.
For all any of them know, this could be the last time they ever see each other. (And, for Tech and Crosshair, it was.)
I know it wouldn't have been easy after everything that's happened, but for crying out loud, I just wanted them to try.
And I imagine Crosshair did too.
IN CONCLUSION
Honestly, I think the TBB writers and producers purposely never gave us a scene of The Batch debating whether to go after Crosshair, or a scene of them outlining to us the audience why it wasn't possible even though they wanted to.
I think the creative team wanted us to sympathize with Crosshair when he says "You weren't loyal to me," while also arguably giving our protagonists a weakness to overcome later.
This really seems like the case if we look at Season 2.
Once the Batch finds out Crosshair's being detained by the Empire's Advanced Science Division in 2.14 "Tipping Point," they immediately start discussing whether and why they should try to save him, even after everything that happened between them in S1.
On top of that, this time they actually decide to do whatever it takes to get him back, despite limited intel and the imminent danger behind such an undertaking.
I think the Batch genuinely learned from their mistakes in Season 1 and, as Hunter maybe alludes to in 3.05 "The Return," regretted not going back for Crosshair sooner/at all after the Empire started controlling him.
I'll admit: I think when I first watched Season 1, I was basically in the Batch's corner. Crosshair was gunning for them at every opportunity, and Omega's well-being quickly became their priority (understandably so).
But, after rewatching Season 1 -- especially now that the show is over and we see how everyone's arcs play out -- it really hits me just how much Crosshair's brothers failed him in Season 1.
Again, I'm not saying Crosshair didn't make mistakes too. He definitely did.
But Crosshair's brothers failed him first.
#star wars#the bad batch#tbb crosshair#the bad batch crosshair#tbb season 3#tbb spoilers#tbb omega#tbb hunter#hunter tbb#hunter the bad batch#clone trooper crosshair#crosshair the bad batch#crosshair tbb#tbb season 1#tbb season 2#tbb meta
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eldritch detective x reader | 2.1k | mdni
synopsis; everyone claims that the esteemed detective arsené is the best detective in watt city. the problem is that you've never seen him in the precinct before and he has no face.
story warnings; implied dubcon, smoking, drinking, brief mentions of body gore. this is an extremely fictitious take on detective work, y'all. don't take it seriously. a bit trippy in some spots, very nebulous explanation on arsené's existence. not proofread.
a/n: more about arsené at the end. if you enjoyed pls reblog! if enough folks show interest, I'd love to consider a longfic for him!
Everyone at the precinct called him Detective Arsené, but they never said anything about his face.
It was simply that there wasn't one there, not that you were able to discern in any instance you'd seen him wandering the floor. You'd blamed the long hours, the glowing blue screens and useless eye predictions and corporate greed and mixing alcohol with allergy medicine before you finally accepted what you were seeing was real, yet no one else noticed it apart from you.
“What's wrong with his face?” you'd ask anyone with the time to spare to listen.
“Who? Arsené?” they'd laugh, whether in disbelief that you were speaking about Watt City’s genius detective in such a fashion, or that they thought you were the funniest person in the office. “What are you talking about? He's always looked like that! Lay off the booze, yeah?”
Those responses had never been satisfactory enough, going as far to set you ill at ease for the remainder of your shift, sufficiently distracting you from furthering your workload because your mind always came back to the detective and his non-existent face.
“He looks pretty normal to me,” said a senior member in your division, an older man you'd come to know as forthright and virtuous with a history showing that integrity. He had taken eyes off his computer screen, set aside his bifocals and pinched the high-point between his brows. “What's this about, really? I've worked with Arsené for years. You know that. He's been here since before I started. Good guy, hard worker. Drinks too much, though. Just like someone else I know.”
But, this was the first time you’d heard from this man that he had worked with Arsené, let alone acknowledged his existence at all. There was no reason for him to lie; he had spoken without inflection, warily, almost accusatory towards the end when he spoke about the alcohol.
“Detective Arsené? Well, I think he's really handsome. He just has that look about him, y'know?” The next person you questioned was a junior at the precinct, a pretty woman with silky black hair and long, blunt nails she used the tips of to clack away on her keyboard. “I've heard he has a really specific type, though. I've also never seen him take anyone out, or take a partner on cases, now that I think about it. Isn't he just a stand-up guy? I'd say he's the sort to bring home to mom and dad, but I hear he's got a drinking problem. Why do all the hot ones have vices like that?”
She particularly enjoyed her gossip, especially if it involved the detectives at the precinct; you were positive she'd never mentioned Arsené before now. As smart as she was, she didn't look below the surface very often when it came to men, so for her to say nothing at all of the detective’s smooth face was mystifying.
After that, you started paying attention to Arsené in a way you convinced yourself was discreet: Slowly peeking your eyes above your computer screen to observe his movements across the floor. Always in motion, he stalked around the place with undaunted familiarity, maneuvering the razored corners of desks and blockades from doors and walls, and languidly sidestepped the oncoming traffic of bodies in such a way that seemed premeditated. Practiced. Repeated.
This staunch dedication of yours lasted well over a week before anything came of it, and then one morning you found him waiting in your seat, teetering a bloated manila folder on a thigh while bouncing it impatiently. A very real sensation of unease took hold of the back of your neck, like a cold hand stroking lightly at the downy hairs there until they stood straight.
You thought about pretending you hadn't seen him, swiveling around, and leaving in a burst of urgency. It'd be easy to call in to say you had a personal emergency or became suddenly, very viscously ill and wouldn't be able to handle staring at a screen for twelve hours. No one would ask questions because you were exemplary, always on time, and seldom took time off as you couldn't afford to do so.
Arsené’s head slanting sideways and the waxy, flat face pointing directly towards you prevented you from acting on that impulse, however. He gestured you over with a lethargic wave, though the jitteriness in his leg seemed to worsen from impatience into sheer excitability.
“Clocked in early, aren't you? You have quite the habit of doing that, I've noticed.” He greeted, voice simultaneously undefinable and velvety. It wasn't so deep that you felt like it was gravelly or reverberated in the same way a baritone would, but there was a heftiness to it that weighted in your mind, as if it were possible for someone to reach through all your blood, tissue, and bone and press down directly on your brain. “I've seen you come in a few times, hours before anyone else. And you know what I think? I think, ‘That’s the kind of person who keeps a place like this running. That's the kind of person we want here in this precinct. That's the type of person who believes in the work that we do and who I’d want as my partner’.”
As much as you wanted to get away from the horrid sight before you, the no-face and potent voice wriggling around the wrinkles in your brain, you couldn't bring yourself to do so just yet. Not while you had questions you couldn't find answers to, not while you needed to sedate yourself at night because they ruthlessly endangered your dreams and were thieves of peaceful slumber.
“I've never met you before,” you said, giving a cordial handshake when he had offered it to you. The skin of his palm was warm and humanlike, though his grip was all wrong and entirely too firm. You didn't convey this to him, though. “I've seen you around, though. Were you transferred from a different department or precinct? Everyone says you've been around for a long time, but I find it hard to believe I've noticed.”
“Oh? Well, they'd be right.” Arsené said, finally releasing your hand to take up the thick folder. “I've always been there, and I'm always here. Now, that aside, I've cleared it with the Chief and I'd like you to help me on a case that I'm stuck on. If I've read right, you're the most recent person who's looked through everything to update the records, correct?”
“Probably.” You didn't move when he rolled up another chair from a desk nearby. “I'm a Recorder. It's my job to go through files and periodically update them. I'm not qualified to help detectives on their cases, though. You'd need to speak to the Chief about getting an Assistant for that.”
“Ah, didn't you hear me? That's all been handled. Sit down. Sit down.” He waved you close, then took you by the arm to sit you in the chair next to him. “We have a lot to cover. I think we should start from the beginning and work our way through the evidence list, and then the interrogation tapes. After that, it'd be a good idea to revisit the site of the crime. Don't worry about clearances, I've got everything we need.”
It wasn't often that you saw the inside of the precinct after that day as Arsené particularly enjoyed his busywork and bringing you along for it. Most days you simply operated as a Field Recorder by transcribing statements into the handheld device provided by the precinct to maintain a digital trail. The work wasn't especially difficult, but it did take a level of skill and technological literacy to be able to do effectively, more so to be the sort allowed to tail after a detective on his cases and still maintain an overall ninety-eight percent accuracy.
Despite your job dictating it as such, Arsené never allowed you to fade into the background or stand around as a fancy accessory to go with his title. Oftentimes, he utilized you as his sole confidant as he worked through evidence and suspects, waiting in revered silence for you to offer your insight (however weak it actually was), and afterwards only let you bask in a glow of confidence through streams of unending praise.
“Egads! Eureka! Genius! How is it that it never occurred to me that way? Truly, you're spectacular! You're divine! Who knows how long I’d be running around in circles if I didn't have you as my partner.” They were all slightly variating compliments, though essentially all the same at the core and all very untrue.
You'd never forgotten about the things your colleagues had said about him, of his unrivaled prowess and veneration as the best detective Watt City had ever come to witness. He didn't need you. He had never needed you to solve a case, so you had learned to take his praise in the same vein as you did the silky-haired woman’s comments on men: uninspired and shallow.
When your disinterest became palpable, he seemed to only rely on you more as though he couldn't stand to be burdened with the idea of a rift. He had started calling you late at night about cases, going as far to come knocking at your door and walking inside reeking of stale smoke and a haze of booze, neither of which you could comprehend as possible considering he had no face.
“I just don't get it. I just don't get it! Where am I going wrong?!” He said so wretchedly, sides of his head cradled in his hands that were tucked between his legs. “This case, it’s getting to me. It's getting under my skin. I can't figure it out. Have I finally met my match? Have I finally been defeated? You! You’ve got to help me. It can't end like this.”
For all his dramatics, there was something obscenely cruel behind his words. Perhaps he thought you wouldn't have caught onto it because you simply a Field Recorder, just a person at the end of the day.
“Why haven't you mentioned anything about the victim? You're acting like they don't exist, Arsené. Is this about solving the crime so they get justice and the family gets closure, or for your reputation?” you asked.
He immediately stopped complaining and jolted upright, taken by surprise like he had realized this oversight and wasn't sure how to navigate around it. On that glossy slate of a face, one you knew was piercing deep into you despite a lack of hollow sockets and rolling gelatinous orbs within, you could tell he was now thinking of an answer.
“Neither,” was the answer he gave you. “It's neither of those. Come here. Sit down and talk to me for a while. I can't go home like this.”
The pitying part of you usually won in those moments where Arsené presented himself as his weakest. There was a part of you that believed he was taking advantage of your feeble-heart, your kindness, your blind generosity because at his worst, he'd find a way to strip you down and fuck you.
At least, that's what you assumed happened. You never really could remember as the memory was pitch black, his body was unfathomable above yours, but you were sure you felt his cock penetrating you, his hands desperately fondling your flesh and fat like there was too much to touch yet too little time to feel it all. He said things to you inside your head, words that you couldn’t seem to piece together yet ignited the tension between your legs, lit your skin on fire, and delivered lewd, high-pitched sounds to his ears that he reveled in.
He never left you a mess and he never spoke about those times after they happened. Since you were never sure of them yourself, they suffered the same indifference as his praise and the days simply moved onward in a similar way.
“Another case solved!” Arsené cheered, lifting a stout mug in the air for you to reciprocate with the long stem of your wine glass. It was a fragile tinkling sound, a gentle vibration up your fingers and into your wrist as you toasted his success. “I couldn't have done it without you, my beloved partner! If it's you and I, I could do this forever.”
You swirled the liquid inside; a light and dry, raspberry and vaguely earthy smell wafted up your nostrils before you tasted it and let your cheeks pucker. As you drank, you watched as Arsené lifted the stout towards the expanse of taut, clear skin that should've been his face, and saw liquid inside empty into nowhere.
a/n; so, some folks might remember arsené from my last blog, but back then he was just a concept. I haven't really started a deep dive into this character just yet, but the story ideas I have for him currently are pretty fucking wild and trippy.
"eldritch" isn't quite an applicable term for what he is, but it's the closest thing I can compare him to without giving everything away.
what does he actually look like? no one really knows. I didn't touch on it here in this fic, but typically, mc wouldn't know how to describe his appearance at all aside from having "no face". they can get glimpses of his skintone or hair, but immediately forget what those features of him when they look away. he's quite, literally, unfathomable lmao.
is he good or bad? that depends on the situation and context. the technical answer is that he is moralless in the sense that they have no reason to exist for him. he is above them, and below them. he is motivated by things he wants and acts on it whether that's "good" or "bad" on an alignment chart, he'd probably fall chaotic neutral, but not really evil.
does he love the mc? oh, yeah, he does.
anyway, yeah. he's a pretty fun concept to explore and I'd love to explore him more. let me know your thoughts!!
#monster x human#monster fucker#monster romance#monster story#monster#monster x y/n#darkfic#dark romance#eldritch#eldrich horror#eldritch monster#original fic#original writing#oc x y/n#oc x you#oc x reader#2k writes
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Jared is the most loving, caring person!
I've read it a thousand times online, but experiencing it in person puts it on anoher level!
Jared's schedule on Purcon 8 was merciless! (In fact, the whole schedule of Purcon was the one thing I have to criticise regarding this convention. Maybe I'll make another post about this.) For example on Sunday Jared had 15 Minutes of double photo (with Mark), then the J2 panel (30 Minutes) then M&G (30 Minutes) then photos 2,5 hours of photos (which run late, so it was close to three hours in the end), then a single panel (30 Minutes) without a single break. (There would have been a 20 minute break after the 2,5 hours of photos, but again, they were late.) Then he had half an hour break, before autos were from 16.25 to 18.25!
I don't know about US conventions, but at JiB there are more little breaks, and the photos, autos, etc. are in smaller patches. Like, 1 hour photos in the morning, then an hour of autos, then a panel, then photos again.
I don't think I could stand in a photo room and smile for 3 hours straight and give every fan the time of the day and a beautiful photo!
But Jared did! (And so did Jensen, btw.! Neither of them ever showing how tired they were. Or at least trying to hide it the best they could.)
So, @takikojou and I took our Jared photos on sunday. We were in line last, since we had the cheapest entrance tickets, which means Jared had taken pictures for nearly 2,5 hours. When we were in the photo room, we could clearly see how exhausted he was. Between pictures, his eyes drooped. Yet, he gave EVERY. SINGLE. FAN. his full attention. He made those 10 seconds special for everyone of nearly 2000 fans! One girl wanted to do a handholding pose with him and he squatted down (as he always does), but she asked him to stand tall please, which he did. And the whole room laughed. (This kind of good natured laugh.) So did Jared. He picked up the energy and still had fun. Then a man came and asked him to do the WOW fingers. Jared clearly loved that, they made a bit of fun about it. Jared clapped the fan on the back in parting and said "Loved that pose!". @takikojou had an amazing op, but that's her story to tell.
Then it was my turn. I wanted to do a drinking pose. He listened attentively (For some reason we were not allowed to show pictures on the phone of what we wanted, because they said it would take more time? I think it takes more time to explain, but oh well.) Then he did the pose and looked me dead in the eye. For my second photo I asked him to choose the pose. He said "I'll stand behind you", then turned me around and held me withe both arms around my shoulders. And then he pressed with so much strengh, held me sooooooooo tight! I grin like a lunatic on the pic, but who can blame me? I then turned halfway around to say "Thank you", before walking away, and he stroked my arm and said "Thank you, darling!"
The pictures turned out wonderful. And all of that after 2,5 hours of nonstop pictures! Not a single photo he took shows how tired he was!
He came on stage right after photos for his panel and was like "I'm gonna sit, I need that now", falling into the chair right away. Yet, he continued to give us an awesome panel. Seriously, my brain would have been mush by now, yet he gave clever, insightful answers as always and put his full energy into that panel.
We don't deserve that man!
All that goes for Jensen too, btw! But he had a much better schedule with little breaks and rather an hour photos, then something else, then photos again. Which is why I was especially blown away by Jaredˋs dedication. But that doesn't change the fact, that Jensen, too, gives every fan his full attention and makes the most of those 10 seconds and of the panels and everything. They are both amazing like that!
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can you recommend your favourite queer historical/fantasy novels or series for me?? desperate for some new books to read 🙏
Anon I'm so mad, I had a couple of rec lists floating around but what do you know, tumblr has eaten them!! So I'm putting together a new one for you. I should pin this somewhere really.
Queer historical romances
Anything by Cat Sebastian. Seriously. Anything. My personal favourite series is "Seducing the Sedgwicks", and her two most recent 50s-set books are both exceptional.
Equally, anything by KJ Charles. Again, they're all brilliant, so it doesn't really matter where you start. I really liked Band Sinister.
Olivia Waite does lovely f/f historical romances. I really enjoyed The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics.
Sebastian Nothwell (hello @nothwell) writes brilliant historical romances (and also has a couple of fantasy romances too). Planning a re-read of some of his when I've actually got time 😅
Solomon's Crown by Natasha Siegel, loved this one a lot
The Gentleman's Book of Vices by Jess Everlee (there's a f/f sequel coming out soon!)
Queer fantasy romance
I am utterly obsessed with A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows. I loved it. It's like it was crafted just for me. Also, the sequel just came out!
A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland, SO indulgent and tropey and fun, I had a blast reading it. (hello @ariaste). Also, Alexandra's next book is about to come out - it's called Running Close to the Wind and its about PIRATES. YES.
The Last Binding series by Freya Marske. Absolute best of the best. Everyone loves them.
(See also, Swordcrossed, also by Freya Marske, coming out later this year)
Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh. Short, sweet, and engrossing. Finishing this book is like stepping into sunlight for the first time after being lost in the woods for hours.
Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. It's a classic for a reason.
Queer fantasy/sci-fi with romantic elements, but isn't a straight-up romance
Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune. I cried.
Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree, extremely cosy domestic fantasy in the traditional D&D style, about an orc who sets up a coffee shop.
A Botanical Daughter by Noah Medlock. Frankenstein-style horror but with queer people and plants. More horror than fantasty, tbh.
Our Hideous Progeny by C E McGill (waving at @c-e-mcgill) is classic gothic horror/sci-fi, but this one is Frankenstein but with dinosaurs. And queer people. Very light background romance. Loved it.
OH WAIT ETA: What Manner of Man by @stjohnstarling - not sure if this fits your needs as its more horror romance than anything else, but its basically "dracula, but gay", and it's very good.
#ok im sure theres some ive missed but#TA-DA#hopefully theres some on here that are new to you!#queer books#books#book recs
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Wrong Move | Sung Hanbin
warnings: danceteacher!hanbin, dancer!reader, public sex, blowjob, petnames, dom!reader at the end
“Are we really making the same mistakes again?” Hanbin’s voice boomed through the crowded practice room. Hanbin ordered the full team to stay in the practice room late before leaving for the competition the next day. He wanted to spend the time correcting the small mistakes and the finer details, but he has ended up stressing himself out more than before. All he cared about was making everything as perfect as he could before you all had to get on that flight and then impress the judges.
Normally, he wasn't this strict when it came to the day before the competition, but as it was one of the biggest of the year, Hanbin was much more on edge. You could see in his eyes how tired he was, and it made you feel bad for him. Spending way more hours than usual in the studio just to help the team get that first place trophy. By the blank look in his eyes, you could all tell that he wasn't very happy. Standing there, trying to avoid all eye contact with him as he runs his fingers through his hair, struggling to find the right words to say.
“Do we really think that was acceptable? It was one of the messiest runs I have seen so far. The competition is tomorrow, people.” He looked around the room, almost looking for an answer, but there was no reply. The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The way Hanbin was talking took you by surprise, as he was never like this, but now the sleepless nights working ungodly hours are catching up on both him and the rest of the team.
There was a clear distance between Hanbin and you all, as you wanted to stay as far away from him as you could. A frustrated sigh fell from his lips, and he planted his hands on his hips before talking once again. His once angry look now became softer as he finally gave in to the frustration. The pressure was not helping the situation at all; now all you can do is try your best at the competition and then hope for the best. After all, Hanbin is one of the best dance teachers in the country. Everyone tried their best to even get a dance class with him, never mind being on the competition team and seeing him every day.
“You can all head home now." His voice was almost a whisper that couldn’t be heard even from a couple feet away from him. Spending any more time in the studio than you already have would just ruin the end result of the day, as you are all so tired, so he needed you to all go home and rest finally. A couple of the members almost jumped for joy hearing the news; they couldn’t move quick enough to head home. Laughter erupted in the room as you all filed away one by one. Until it was just you left there in the room with Hanbin...
“Is everything okay, Hanbin?” Your voice snapped the man out of his own daydream, quickly turning around to see the serious concern on your face. Over the last couple weeks, he has felt so isolated and lonely, with no one else being there to talk to him on a human level. He felt so relieved to finally have this sense of relief in some way, and the fact it was with you made it better. Without saying a word, you pulled him over to the couch in the corner and sat facing Hanbin to give him your full attention. The man felt a weight come off his chest as he sat down with you before even talking about his worries.
“Tell me everything." You looked deeply into his eyes as he started to ramble on about all of his worries about the competition ahead of you, also talking about the pressure that he has on him to make you all win. During the conversation, you never directed your attention away from him at all.
You didn’t mean to, but unconsciously, your hand started to move up his arm to pet it in an innocent way to help calm Hanbin down. His skin was so soft and warm, just like his personality outside of the practice room. Accidentally, you choked on a moan as Hanbin flexed the muscle in his bicep as he moved on the couch. It then dawned on you that, for the last five minutes, you hadn’t listened to a word he said.
“Y/N?” Hanbin looked at you blankly before you came back into reality to excuse yourself for what you had just done to him. This can’t be happening right now, can it? There was no denying that he was a very handsome man, but what if people see you both together? What if this has an effect on the team? Between you both, the tension could be cut with a knife, waiting on someone saying something or anything, for that matter.
Quickly scrambling to your feet to try and run, but he used his strength against you to his advantage, pulling you into his lap and looking him straight in the eyes. He left you breathless and confused, to the point where you didn't know where to look. Now your heart was pounding out of your chest and pounding in your ears, taking over all of the other senses. Luckily, the full studio was now empty, looking down the corridor through the reflection in the mirror.
His thighs were so strong beneath you, feeling them flex every time he moved. As you adjusted yourself in his lap, you accidentally rubbed against his half-hard cock. Hanbin had done his best to hide it, but now he has been caught red handed. Just from feeling his cock through his shorts, you could tell how thick he was. Only imagining what he would feel like inside of you.
Hanbin smiled from under you as he caught you looking at his lips, asking you to kiss him without saying it. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling you in until your body was flushed against his chest. You could feel his cock begging for attention the more you moved on top of him. Hanbin was fighting everything inside of him to not give into the sinful desires, but the look in your eyes was making it impossible.
Everything moves so fast as you lean in to finally kiss him, letting your lips melt against his. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder as you kissed him more, getting used to the sweet taste of his lips. Hanbin’s moans were muffled by your lips as you subtly grind your hips against his, trying to get a reaction out of him. Finally, letting your hands rest at the back of his neck, play with the stray hairs before pulling away.
Even though this shouldn’t be happening in a professional setting, it just felt right in the moment, and no one was giving any permission. You didn’t expect to be drunk on the taste of Hanbin’s lips, but the subtle vanilla from his lip balm was becoming your new favourite thing. The poor man was sitting underneath you, more flustered than ever, with no kiss compared to what he just experienced with you. Quietly chuckling at the sight of his rosy cheeks from being so flustered and caught up in the moment,.
“Can you get on your knees for me, Y/N?” He whispered against the skin of your neck before you quickly moved between his legs into the space he created. Now. all things that would've been a distraction have faded into the background as you had the golden opportunity to make him feel so good. Letting your hands tease his clothed inner thighs as you get comfortable, watching closely at any reaction and using it to your advantage later.
“Are you sure about this?” Your voice was filled with concern as you asked him one more time before going any further, stripping him of his shorts and underwear. Taking one last gulp before hooking your fingers underneath his shorts and underwear, getting them both off at the same time. Hanbin couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of finally being free from his constraints, letting his cock rest on his lower stomach.
His cock was so thick and heavy on his stomach, leaking the prettiest pearly white beads of precum waiting on your lips being wrapped around him. It was one of the prettiest cocks you will ever see, most drooling and trying to take all of the beauty in. Hanbin couldn’t help but gain a confidence boost as he saw you gawk at just the sight of his cock.
“Take your time, gorgeous,” Hanbin reminded you as he watched through half lidded eyes. Finally gaining confidence, you take his cock by the base in one hand as your tongue starts to lick the head, teasing him. Teasing the slit of his head with the tip of your tongue, beads of precum landed on your tongue. Surprisingly, he tasted divine, unlike some men you have dated before. All of your teasing was making Hanbin squirm in his place before you gave him more.
Whimpering as a large amount of spit travels down the length of his cock, lubricating it more to make it easier to jerk him off and take him down your throat. Hanbin gasped loudly as your lips finally wrapped around his length, using your hands to jerk off the rest of what you couldn't take. Slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, never taking your eyes off of him. He was a simple man after all; just the innocent look in your eyes drove him wild. He is trying his best not to cum too early, giving you the time to really soak up what it is like to suck him off.
After a while, you did get used to the feeling of the weight of Hanbin’s cock on your tongue, and it was the one thing driving you wild. Slightly gagging, the more of his thick cock you took down your throat, the more he was starting to slowly fall in love with you. He let his hands reach down to you to hold onto your cheeks, caressing them with such love as you battled to take every inch of his cock. One day you would be able to take him all, but today wasn't that day. But you never know.
“Fuck, you're so good, darling." Hanbin gritted through his teeth as you jerked him off quicker and hollowed out your cheeks, sucking on him that little bit harder. He was unable to think straight, never mind thinking about holding back on his orgasm. Very quickly, his high built up once again, attempting to warn you, but you were in your own world, getting too drunk on lust.
All Hanbin could do was sit there and take it, holding back any stray hair from your face. You were determined to make him cum, wanting to see how pretty he looked as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his whole body shook from pleasure. Your moans around his cock sent shivers up his spine, only pushing his orgasm closer. Looking up from the spot between his legs, you were met with a beautiful sight of Hanbin trying to grip onto the arms of the couch to ground himself.
“It's too much!” His voice was like a broken call for help as his hips thrust messily into your mouth. Closing your eyes tightly before he shoots warm, white, thick ribbons down your throat. You moaned as he squirmed all because of you; no one else has ever made him cum this early.
"Aww, such a bad boy. Did I give up permission?” He looked at you with a blank expression, thinking of what he could've done wrong. After all, you were the one that made him feel so good, but is he a good boy or a brat? It was going to be a long night for him; he just knew it would be.
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Sammy's Random BuckTommy 00s Romcom AUs: 27 Dresses
In which, Buck and Tommy are still firefighters. Tommy is with the 217 and Buck is with the 118.
His whole life Tommy has only been a groomsman, but never the groom. He has 27 different suits to prove that. Now in his 40s, he has lost all hope of ever finding love and getting married. But then he meets Evan when he flies Evan and his coworkers in the middle of a storm to save his Captain and his wife. Evan, who is a golden retriever personified, tries his best to get Tommy's attention. Tommy is intrigued but he also knows if he gives in to Evan, it will end up just being some meaningless fling because there is no way he and Evan can last because of their age difference and he needs something more concrete. Besides, Tommy has other things to worry about. Like the impending wedding of his little brother, Mark. Mark considers himself a "ladies' man" and is always getting in trouble, but despite his life choices, Tommy still helps him out because he's family and besides, he practically raised the guy. So as the best man, he has to deal with the other groomsmen, the bridesmaids, even the bride. And if that isn't enough, he also has to plan the bachelor party.
But keeps running into Evan. And despite his hesitance, he becomes friends with the guy because he is genuinely fun and he makes Tommy smile in a way no one else does. Evan keeps flirting with him and Tommy finds he doesn't mind it. Sue him for liking the attention. His whole life, Mark has been the one who got the attention of everyone. Even his past boyfriends became friends with his little brother and spent more time with him than they did with Tommy. But Evan doesn't care for Mark. Tommy has his full attention.
Tommy invites Evan to the bachelor party and the two get drunk and separate from the others. They spend the night talking to each other, which eventually leads them to make out. They take an Uber to Tommy's place and end up spending the night together.
The next morning, Evan is gone and Tommy feels his heartbreak because it seems Evan only wanted sex from him.
Then in some cliche fashion, Tommy finds out that his brother cheated on his wife-to-be with a bridesmaid. He tries to knock some sense into the guy but fails.
Evan approaches Tommy and tries to explain himself but Tommy refuses to listen to him. Evan says he had to leave the next morning because he had work. Tommy points out that he could have woken him up.
Tommy tells Evan he has to deal with his brother and doesn't have time for this.
At rehearsal dinner, Tommy gets petty and shows everyone Mark's true colors and makes Mark confess he has been cheating on his fiancee.
Mark's fiancee breaks off the wedding and Tommy's mom and Mark are both pissed at Tommy.
Tommy runs into Buck again after the entire disaster. Buck confesses that he did run away the next morning because after they fucked, he was scared Tommy would get sober and reject him and he couldn't face the rejection.
Tommy tells him that their insecurities make them bad for each other and they shouldn't pursue anything until they are both ready to trust each other. So they part ways...
Flash forward 3 years later, and Tommy is getting married. His 27 suits are worn by the 27 grooms whom he was a groomsman for.
The story ends with the officiant asking:
Officiant: Do you Thomas Kinard take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?
Tommy: I do
Officiant: And do you, Evan Buckley, this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?
Evan: I do
Officiant: Well, by the power vested in me by the state of California and the LA Fire Department, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss.
And they do and that's where it ends...
P.S. The officiant is totally Bobby
Which 00s romcom should I do next?
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Heyyy!!! Could i please get The gang with a reader they were never romantically interested in, just friends with, getting a glow up? And the gang slowly realizes they have feelings for them? And reader used to have a crush on them? Angsty please 🤧🙏🏽
୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ tastes like she might be the one. ⋄ 𓍯
REQUESTED…the gang realizes what they lost a little too late.
tags/warnings: shitty angst, gn!reader, reader isn’t forgiving, EVERYONE is toxic, story-focused, i made reader and the gang stop being friends cuz rejection is awkward.
ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i seen this req and started maliciously laughing to myself while rubbing my hands
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johnny cade
falling in love with your best friend. it’s a common troupe in tv shows, but have you ever noticed it never works out in real life?
you watched from a distance as johnny walked around the whole east-side with ponyboy. your ‘best friend’ was hanging out with someone else after telling you, ‘he was busy.’
a sudden feeling of disappointment washed over you. it was no longer the usual sadness you felt after seeing johnny hang out with his other friends after bailing on you.
you were almost numb to it.
the ball in your throat you’d usually get as tears swelled in your eyes evolved into thoughts of what was for dinner.
before, you’d drop hints that you’d like him. all johnny would do is brush them off. you know he’s not stupid and that he knew what you meant, he just didn’t feel the same.
now, you’re avoiding him. which was easier than you think as it still seemed he was uncomfortable around you.
eventually, you just stopped talking. people would ask why you guys don’t hang out anymore or they’d ask where johnny was. all you’d do was shrug your shoulders.
why should you care?
a significant amount of time had passed since johnny last seen you face-to-face. obviously, he was mature enough to admit that it was his fault. but, he can’t stand being awkward around you.
until one fateful and unfortunate day.
“ow! jesus, man—watch where you’re going.”
“yea.”
johnny mumbled, watching the random, rather pretty person, rub their head. you looked up instead of looking down at the concrete, only to meet johnny cade’s eyes.
“johnny?”
“wait-y/n?”
his eyes scanned you up and down, shock settings in. how were you the same person he’d giggle with about the latest comic?
“uh, yeah. tha’s me.”
you mumbled, feeling a little bit awkward from it all. i mean, who wouldn’t? he’s looking at you like you’re a model from the magazine’s two-bit steals.
“…wow. you, uhm—look amazing.”
“yeah, thanks.”
you two muttered amongst yourselves, looking like the epitome of awkward teens. johnny was rubbing the back of his neck as you picked at your nails.
“so,”
johnny started, his voice already shaking and unstable.
“what’re you doing this week?”
“gonna be busy. sorry.”
you waved off his question before saying a sorry excuse for a goodbye.
johnny stood there, feeling slight deja vu as you walked past him. he used to tell you he was gonna be busy to stay away.
and now here you are, doing the same.
the ball in this throat wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried to swallow it back, no matter how hard he tried to blink the tears away.
a familiar feeling of sadness washed over him
dallas winston
“it’s not like i’d ever date you, anyhow.”
sure, he was drunk when he said it as you carried him out of the drive-in. but, you know the saying. drunk words are sober thoughts.
you liked dallas. like, a lot. many might’ve said he wasn’t worthy of you—you disagreed each time. but, it was clear he didn’t feel the same.
he treated you like a friend. which, you two were friends, but it’s hard to watch someone you love treat you like the same guys he puts into headlocks.
after that, you distanced yourself. you knew he was cursing you deep down for ignoring him, fuelling his belief that every person was out for him.
but, you couldn’t look at him without feeling like crying while angrily punching him.
a few months went passed and you, somehow, managed to steer clear of dallas winston for the time being.
until one slip-up.
you and your new-found-friends all watched the drag race with giggles and cheers filling the air.
a tap on your shoulder pulled you out of the trance, turning your head only to be greeted with dallas’ cold, dark eyes.
“i thought that was you, y’know. where the hell have you been?”
everyone got awkward. you avoided his gaze whilst your friends went silent, whispering to each other.
“around.”
“so, you go ‘round and change up your whole look?”
“exactly.”
you answered, an obvious attitude in your voice as you held back an eye roll.
“well, you look good. if that’s what you wanna hear.”
“i know. now go away, dallas.”
you spat before turning your attention back to the track, quickly talking your friends back into their excited mood.
dallas watched as you acted like he didn’t exist. he clenched his jaw as he walked away, his hands in a fist while walking into an abandoned alleyway.
a crack was heard from his knuckles, followed by a groan. his skin was red, fresh wounds opening before he punched the brick wall again.
the seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours as dallas trashed the alleyway, making it look like a tornado had rushed through only the narrow path.
anger was the only thing he felt. for you embarrassing him and for allowing you to slip through his fingers.
ponyboy curtis
“i don’t see myself datin’ you. you know that, right?”
he snapped after you, not so subtly, hinted that you liked him. ponyboy was always one for brutal honesty, but at a time like this, it wasn’t needed.
the longer and longer you thought about it, you seemed to create this idea of ponyboy. the one that would take you out, not ignore your feelings, step up when he had to, and most importantly—actually like you.
delusional is what you’d call it. psycho is what ponyboy told his friends as you sat across the street with yours.
over summer break, it was only natural you’d mature and grow into your looks. you were always beautiful, but the change was enough to knock anyone out of their seat.
especially when it was your ex-crush slash ex-best friend.
you sat out on a bench by the lot, chin tilted up to look at the stars that twinkled. the concept of ‘vampire stars,’ always amazed you.
things so beautiful were still able to suck the lives out of the ones closest to them. the shining dots in the black ink of the sky still resembled the humans below.
“y/n..? why are you out so late?”
you heard a groggy voice come from behind you after a tap on your shoulder. unfortunately for you, you immediately recognized the voice.
“i was jus’ about to go home, ponyboy.”
you mumbled in response, quick to gather your things. panic washed over pony as he seen you getting ready to leave. his hand grabbed your wrist, loosening his grip as he realized how weird it was.
“can’t you stay a little longer and talk?”
“not really, i don’t see myself talking to you anytime soon. good night, ponyboy.”
you answered rather bluntly as you yanked your wrist out of his hold. you walked away without bothering to look behind you.
ponyboy stood there, dumbfounded. he was always one to read between the lines—so when you told him, “anytime soon,” he took that as, “i’ll talk to you, just not right now.”
call it delusion or insanity, but in his head, he was just seeing someone who is still getting over the crush they had on him.
maybe you’ll like him back soon.
sodapop curtis
“i like someone else, y/n. ‘m real sorry.”
even when he’s rejecting you, he still treated you better than any other guy you’d dated. that’s why you could never say you hated sodapop curtis, he’s too sweet for such a word.
although, he wasn’t all that sweet if he was avoiding you. soda said he’d forget like the whole confession thing happened, but he clearly didn’t even bother trying.
you longed for him to even wave at you. for his eyes to meet yours. you just wanted his attention. desperation was truly a shameful thing.
he was so quick to go and date sandy. maybe it was a blessing in disguise. it helped you move on quicker. slower than most, yes, but quicker than you ever thought.
you had met a rather cute guy awhile back. made you feel like a little girl again with how special he treated you. he made you forget all about soda.
you waved goodbye to your boyfriend as he kissed you on the cheek before you closed the car door. he dropped you off at home, so it wasn’t a far walk. any farther and sodapop, who was sitting inside, would’ve went crazy.
your mom had let him in, pushing your old history aside and offered him a hot cup of tea. he sipped on it while holding back tears.
once the click of the lock was heard, soda’s eyes began to water.
“y/n, sandy she-“
he mumbled as he seemed to lunge at you, his arms already wrapped around you. you felt his tears hit the crown of your head like bullets.
despite your morals, you pushed him away, wriggling yourself out of your grasp.
“dude, you can’t just do that.”
“why not? i thought we were best friends.”
“were, soda. we were friends.”
you said flatly, no emotion past disappointment in your voice when you spoke while you took your shoes off.
“and don’t touch me. i have a boyfriend.”
“you what?”
“yeah. i don’t like you anymore and we aren’t friends. you can go home now.”
soda stood there with a broken expression on his face, he was nothing more than a defeated and an empty man in a house that was no longer comforting.
he watched as you walked around the corner, not even sparing a glance toward him.
a small part of him hoped you would. you’d gotten prettier since he’d last saw you. your eyes shinned brighter, your smile was wider, and you stood with more confidence.
he really, really wanted you to look at him.
darry curtis
“look, y/n. i like you and all, but i needa focus on myself and my football.”
two years ago, before you guys graduated, you confessed. you immediately regretted it.
you looked a fool as darry curtis nervously rubbed the back of his head. all you did was nod and let out a small, ‘okay,’ before walking off.
you went to the college that was the farthest away from tulsa. being in the city reminded you of the embarrassment.
as you studied, you obviously matured. both mentally and physically. you no longer held the silly grudge against darry, even when you had to go back to visit family.
but all it took was a small wave toward darry for all the memories to go rushing back. but, not to you. to him.
seeing you giggle as you played with your younger cousins made him regret telling you he wanted to focus on football.
he envisioned the life you two could’ve had.
you helping ponyboy with his schoolwork, comforting soda when sandy had left him, and making him a home cooked meal when he went home.
but that’s all behind him now. it was just a fantasy.
you two are older. and even then, it’s not like you’d give him a chance. you still think he’s the biggest football star.
steve randle
“i don’t like you. i’m sorry, y/n. i jus’ don’t.”
and he left it off at that. of course, you never out right said you liked him. steve randle wasn’t stupid, however.
he knows how to read between the lines. and you know when to leave someone alone. and steve clearly didn’t want to be around you.
you watched longingly from afar when you seen him in any casual setting. you’d do anything to take the confession back—to go back to normal.
as the weeks and months passed, you never even seen steve. it seemed your obsessive staring and the need to check up on him constantly ended.
the habit, or rather the addiction, finally stopped.
it didn’t stop for steve. he seen you at the DX for the first time in awhile, smiling and giggling with your friends.
you’d only smile like that with him. he grasped the wrench harder as he clenched his jaw.
while paying, steve made sure to walk through the front doors so you’d see him.
“oh. hey, y/n.”
“…hey.”
you muttered with your brows pinched together, looking at him like he was the girls you used to gossip about him with.
“so, uh—you look nice.”
“thanks.”
your boring answer made it seem like you wanted a way out. and steve knew when to let go of a conversation, he wasn’t dumb.
you walked past him and out the door, your friends glaring at him. his eyes never left your figure as you walked away.
he wished he could take back the words he said. maybe if he wasn’t so rude, you’d be back beside him.
two-bit mathews
“you’re funny, y/n.”
funny. funny was what he thought about your feelings. you loving him was funny.
fine. you’d show him funny. let’s see if him being without you was ‘funny.’
you avoided him, ignoring him when he tried to call you over. this would help you move on and show him what was fucking ‘funny.’
the next, ‘hey, y/n,’ should be the last. you couldn’t stand to look at the dumb curl from his brunette hair that rested on his forehead. you couldn’t stand his laugh.
two-bit had gotten the hint. he left you alone even though it felt weird walking around town without you.
he hadn’t seen you in weeks, until at the bar. he heard your giggle and suddenly his heart raced like never before.
maybe it was jealousy or dislike.
two-bit found you sitting on a bar stool, a shot in hand. out of instinct and habit, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“two-bit?”
“why’ve you been ignoring me, dude?”
the humour in his voice was no longer there as he felt nothing was funny in you ignoring him.
“that’s funny, two. go bother dallas or somethin’.”
you grumbled with your jaw clenched, pushing him off you. two-bit muttered something under his breath as he pushed the exit.
he cannot stand the way your hands were still soft or how your lips were still parted when you focused in on the conversation.
#if you notice that i made each character and reader react the same#shout out to you tbh#2knightt#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#dallas winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#sodapop x reader#darry curtis x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#steve randle x reader#two-bit x reader#two-bit mathews x reader#two bit matthews x reader
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1. Wan’er’s mother buried those accountants to fertilize her garden and might as well be Chinese Countess Bathory in general, but she’s still more human than the Emperor who’s made clear he regards any feeling as a hindrance (that scene with the pitchpot!) and is the least human character in a story with an actual android. I need that man brought down.
2. The scene between Chancellor Lin and Dabao made me cry. The way he prepares him for a life without him - the way he tells him that if Wan’er and Fan Xian ever stop liking him to just stay out of their way and be quiet. My God. You almost never see adult disabled children in dramas and to see one in this type of drama and the relationship between him and his father handled like this - oof!
3. The Damocles Sword of what really happened with Lin Gong’s death is about to fall, isn’t it? Fan Xian can’t be happy for more than five minutes, poor dude.
4. I will echo everyone else and say “First Prince, pls pls take Beiqi Princess and RUN back to the border.” Like, he’s the sole decent imperial family member except for Fan Xian but Fan Xian has his brains and the fact that nobody except for him and the emperor know the truth in the family (and emperor doesn’t know Fan Xian knows) for protection and First Prince has neither.
5. I know they probably want children but with those genetics (each has one truly psychotic bio parent), perhaps Wan’er and Fan Xian are best off adopting.
6. I really do think they are gonna keep the book set up of the last person Fan Xian goes against will be the Emperor. Too many narrative hints. Not sure how this will get past censors when they film it in 2030 or whenever but I can’t wait!
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An Adventure
"Wait! Wait, hold on. You can't just... do this?" Said the young man, exasperatedly, running up the metal ramp.
He had just run up to another human, a female by the looks of it, and halted her advance up the ramp towards a runner transport with a touch on the arm. A quick squint at the signs designated this runner as a shuttle craft for the much larger transport craft that waited relatively close to the Galactic Community station. The human hadn't grabbed her or spun her round, but the brief touch had the even slimmer human spin on her heel and raise her voice, knocking his touch away.
"I can do what I want!" She cried out, snarling at the male.
"I know that! But what about us? I thought we were happy? Where's this come from? We can talk about this." The young man nearly begged, his eyes frantically searching the other's, flicking from left to right. It was evident from the observer's perspective; whatever he was searching for wasn't there.
"'Us'? 'We' aren't anything. All 'we' had was convenience." She dismissed. The young man looked shocked and took a small step back as if physically slapped. He blinked dumbly whilst the young woman crossed her arms and settled onto her back leg, seemingly waiting for the slower human to catch up.
"Con-convenience?" He repeated, as if not understanding the word.
"Yes. You're literally the only other guy in the system, and you were fine when I didn't have options. But I don't have to stay here, I can be someone now!"
"I'd never stop that! You were always 'someone' to me. But, I'm not going stop you from being someone, wherever you like, but what about... about us?! We were dating! And-and now you're leaving without so much as a goodbye? I thought you were kidnapped! This came out of nowhere!" The male replied, gaining steam for a moment, but the female merely pivoted, taking him off the subject.
"Liam, do you know what humans are right now?" She asked in a lower tone.
"Endangered?" He replied honestly and factually.
"No, you idiot! We're famous! Humans can have whatever we want! All we have to do is demand it and every single one of these-these... these aliens! Will give it to us!" The youth nearly shouted, gesturing an arm at the various creatures that were walking too and fro nearby. The distance was not enough to drown out the words and they gained more than a few frowns from the denizens of the station who had all been aware that they were hosting not just one, but two humans.
"But it's dangerous Cass, there's a reason we've all been broken up. What happened to Ned wasn't his fault, but if we disregard what they're telling us, we'll end up the same!"
"Oh fuck Ned and fuck you. I'm smarter than the pair of you and know how to stay out of danger, plus the GC baby proof everything!" She a paused and swept a hand through the hair on the side of her head before continuing in another low, but now hungry tone.
"Now everyone is on a level playing field, I can be bigger than any human that came before! I don't need a marketing team, I just need to go to one of the core worlds, and I'll be the next best thing just because I exist!" The human declared, a righteous grin spreading across her face as she once again fantasised about how her life was about to change. How she was only weeks away from becoming the celebrity she had always deserved to be.
The young man however seemed stuck.
"What about..." He paused, as if realising something. When he continued, his voice was almost so small it was nearly too quiet to hear.
"This'll make you happy?"
"Obviously." She snapped.
The gulp was obvious from a distance as the male swallowed around the lump in his throat.
"Please be safe Cass. For me?"
The young woman rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. She then pointed at his chest.
"You're paranoid Liam. You're going to grow old here, safe as everyone else and when you're old and grey you're going to regret your whole life. You could have everything you ever wanted, but you're too afraid to take a step out the door and take it." She reached down and grabbed her bag. "One day you might grow a spine."
With that, she span on the spot, and stomped into the transport's private booth and the door slid shut behind her. She didn't even glance back or hesitate a moment. The young man however, stood there for the extra few minutes it took for the transport to finish bordering and begin pulling away.
The lone human raised a hand and waved at the retreating vessel before the airlock doors shut it from view.
The observer, who had been quietly stealing EMNs from the unattended stockpile that had been left next to the transport dock, snorted in disgust, and stalked away from the sight, their ill begotten bounty quickly secreted away.
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Liam was despondent from that day onwards.
Whilst his relationship with Cass had been strained at times, they'd been happy... Hadn't they? He'd combed through his memories looking for evidence of where he'd failed, where she'd given him a sign that he'd missed.
As he sat on a chair that rested on his balcony, he'd held his head in his hands as he mulled over their lives.
She'd not appreciated the overprotective nature of the other beings, that was certain. Aside from this, she merely lamented the loss of Earth, frustrated that it was necessary that humanity be split up. She was mostly just bored with the lack of social media to provide her entertainment. The jokes of the various aliens never really landed with neither Liam, nor Cass as both of them experienced the station in a different way so the analogues to social media that were available didn't fit the bill. It didn't scratch her itch.
More than once had Cass gone on a rant about the aliens and how they weren't like humans. Liam was aware that Cass had been trying to get a social media career off the ground ack home as she saw that as a way to live a good life without joining the rat race.
"She must have saw another chance." He mumbled, sighing and scooting back down into the chair. It was odd, having a balcony that led to the inside of a station. There were giant lamps that turned on and off as the day and night went by, but there was never any wind or rain.
Liam missed that sensation.
He'd wanted to go somewhere and feel the wind on his face again, but that was just a dream for now. He'd been told to stay put by the GC, and it didn't feel right to just...
'One day you might grow a spine.'
Her words slammed into him and pointed an accusing finger directly at him. Judging him. Telling him exactly why he'd been left behind by her. Liam pulled a face and a pit in his stomach opened.
What if he tested the length of his lead?
If he appeared at wherever Cass was, would that be enough to prove that he wasn't trapped by the GC? That they could both be free together?
"Oh, fuck what am I doing?" Liam asked no one as the young man stood and walked with purpose to his front door. His body moving while his mind reeled in frantic panic.
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Kelsh opened and closed her hands as they rested on the bar in anticipation, in a sort of 'gimmie' gesture. Her claws unfurling and curling back in as she licked her chops, eyes locked on her goal.
As the large cold beer was placed down on the bar in front of her before being pushed into her grip, she clasped it with both hands and tipped her back, drinking greedily. She'd been waiting for this for roughly three weeks. Ignoring that the bastards had been deliberately stalling her payment for good received, she now was rather flush with credits that these wimpy GC cretins accepted.
It was as she was downing her first pint that her second arrived and a human walked in. It was only because she was facing the door that she noticed the creature slip into the dingey bar and head over to the freelancer board. Kelsh lowered the glass, and placed it down more carefully than normal as she watched the creature browse the board.
That was when she remembered; this was the 'human' that had been left on the landing pad by its mate.
Her eyes widened as she realised that this creature was her meal ticket for the foreseeable future. No one would dare search a vessel with a human on board. The GC were petrified of giving the humans a bad impression of their oh so 'perfect' galaxy.
As she rose from her seat, a sneer sprung to her lips as a vulptanis beat her to the punch and began a conversation with the human. Kelsh picked up the pace and approached the human's back, before looming over the vulptanis. It took a second for either of them to notice her.
"We'll need to take a detour as we have other commitments, but we can provide... provide..." The haughty vulptanis's face dropped as she tilted her head back to observe the imposing hyenid.
"Fuck off." Kelsh ordered and the vulptanis obeyed, scuttling away with their tail between their legs. The human practically jumped, spinning on the spot, and craning his neck even further back up at the towering creature. Kelsh merely put her forearm against the passenger board and leant over the human, who placed his back against the board as she crowded him.
"If ya' gonna' be travellin' the black, ya' gotta' find a cap'in who's not gonna' run off the moment someone tells 'em to 'fuck off'." Kelsh explained down at the human who was looking rather pale at this point. She grinned wickedly, not quite drooling at how fragile he looked. He wasn't saying anything, so Kelsh spoke again.
"Look, ya' lookin' at t' passenger board. So ya' wan'in to travel, yeah?" She prodded, gesturing at himself, then the board. She had an idea where he was wanting to go, but she needed to know for certain. Her belt was mere inches from his chest, but she had left an escape route that went straight to the front door of the mercenary bar.
The human didn't run though, breaking her expectations and instead; nodded. She tilted her head in approval and placed her free hand against her chest.
"Alright, I'm a cap'in of a ship. I can take ya' where ya' goin'." She explained, placing her free hand against her hip, his eyes following it and naturally eyeing the curve of her thigh and stomach. To look her in the eye, those little eyes had to cross the rest of her too and her grin widened as they lingered by accident.
"But ah... " the human cleared his throat. "Y-you don't know where I'm going?"
"A good cap'in knows how t' make profit wherever she goes. Where to?"
"The 'core worlds'?"
Kelsh smirked, she suspected as much, but nodded.
"Theres a few of 'em. Got an idea which?"
"No... I'm looking for someone."
"A'rite. That's what they call a 'rollin' contract'. Ya' stay on board as we go n' my crew provide protection. Ya payin' in credits or material?" She asked. Chances were he only had credits, but his belongings could sell for significant money to the right buyer.
"I haven't agreed to go with you yet." He retorted, a frown briefly crossing his features. Ah! Unexpected, but welcome. He wasn't a complete welp.
"Aye, true. But ol' brushy tail there left ya' with the scary 'Nid. That's ignorin' that she just said she wan't goin' to the core straight away. That'll be vulp space where they're goin'. Outside of GC space. You goin' w' that type? The one that doesn't 'get' what it means to be a 'ooman'?"
Kelsh watched the human's face as he came to realisation that his protection was thanks to him already being somewhat deep within GC space. The further out he went, the less protections he had to going missing. He needed someone reliable, rough enough to protect him and willing to go deeper without delay. His precious mate would be getting further and further away.
"I'm goin' inwards. Toward the cores. Up to ya' though." She explained, curling her fingers on her free hand to 'casually' inspect her claws.
His scent was not lost on the older hyenid either. There was fear, excitement, and a spicy undertone of lust with how close her body was. Kelsh could happily stuff her muzzle into the nap of his neck and inhale until she could breathe in anymore.
But she resisted as the tiny creature eventually came to a decision.
"Do I have time to collect my things?"
"'Course. Bay 4, ship's called the 'Gnarled Gnoll'. Ya' ask for me when ya' get there. They won't bite if ya' tell 'em I sent ya'."
"Whats your name?"
"Kelsh, yours?"
"Liam. Pleasure to meet you ma'am."
Kelsh's laugh was long and loud, her head flinging backwards as hysterics washed over her. Never in her life had she thought to be called 'ma'am' before. This was going to be great!
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#conservationverse#cuddleverse#human#hfy#haso#humans are space orcs#furry#human x furry#hyenid#hyenas
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I am so normal about Anduin and Shaw's relationship.
Anduin snooping through SI:7's files during Cataclysm to do his own detective work (this behavior is normal according to Anduin) and telling you to go ask for Shaw's opinion on something, as he's the only man Anduin trusts for this. Shaw is just like "Weren't you supposed to keep him out of trouble?" but says nothing more, presumably because Anduin is Anduin and cannot be controlled.
Anduin who goes from admittedly wary because he doesn't know much about Shaw personally in Before the Storm to "Shaw is my best friend ever" on the first page of Shadows Rising
Anduin torturing Shaw in Elegy with his quite frankly insane ideas on how to use SI:7 and Shaw who doesn't argue with him despite the insanity.
Shaw who IIRC never argues with Anduin on policy? Ever? Everyone else has a billion opinions for Anduin about how to do this and that and Shaw is very clearly presented as not doing that.
Anduin yelling at Shaw for SI:7 not being able to find an ethereal squid in a nightmare realm that isn't tangible in the real world and the fact that this cinematic is the only one where Shaw isn't scowling like a maniac in BFA.
That one bit in the EA:TEK where Shaw sounds like a smothering mother talking about how exposed Stormwind Keep's garden area is and how he mentions Anduin doesn't take his concern seriously.
That moment in Terror By Torchlight where the necromancer says to Shaw that "everything he holds near and dear" to him will be ripped away by black wings, and then Anduin is stolen by the mawsworn.
Shaw who has been using his agents to hunt down Anduin relentlessly since he went on his little soul searching journey but Anduin is Anduin and keeps juking them relentlessly.
I hope they get a good reunion like Anduin and Genn inevitably will.
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Let's run some tests
"Won't let her get away this time" I said to my new reflection
My girlfriend of two years decided to split up right before I was ready to propose to her. All that cause she was working as a veterinary nurse with this guy, Dr. Omar. She said she didn't cheat, but she said she fell in love like never before. I couldn't let her get away. She was the best woman I ever met. I had to do everything to get her back
Maybe it was luck, maybe a trickster god, but I do owe him. I woke up as Omar the next day that Alisha moved out. I was shocked, everyone would be.
He was not a bad looking guy. But in my previous body I was a bit... how do I say this. Well, maybe slighty against some minorities. So even thought it was meant for me as a blessing, I was having a hard time at first, waking up with a different skin tone. So what a guy from Nebraska like me might not have a great mind set
That changed when I discovered I could be grateful for the body I was now in. Slight hairs over the chest, veins popping out everywhere. Damn, chicks are gonna dig this. Especially Alisha. If my balding head and belly fat was the thing that made her not love me, than so be it. I am improved now.
As I proceeded in my examination, revealing a very nice surprise in the boxers. A message from my ex-girlfriend popped on the screen. "Hey, wanna meet later. I am at the beach now, but I am up for dinner or sth."
"Hey, sure. The beach sounds better tho" I sent to her. She rewarded me with a photo in her swimming suit, revealing the beautiful body I already knew
I took a photo of myself in a vest with a sthetoscope. Even if she won't like it I may keep the photo for myslef. The chicks love animals and they love doctor. Man, being an animal doctor must be like a lottery for them
Another message popped up on the screen. It was my old body. He wanted to meet up and talk about what happened. Great. Right on time
I met him at the edge of the town. He was nervously stepping around the car. He then approached me, being scared what might happen to him in my body. I stayed confident. He can't hurt me now. I don't have to do anything. I threatened him, that if he was gonna say anything to anyone, I will find. Not that anyone would believe him. I was almost ready to leave, but then he stopped me
"If you won't fix this, I will reveal everything I did in my body that will ruin your career and drive Alisha away from you"
Fuck. Maybe he does have advantage after all. Or maybe not
"Ok, stay here, I'll go get my phone and we can discuss how to revert this. Ok?" he agreed with me and stayed at his car.
What he didn't expect was that I prepared a dart gun with anesthaethic and shot the dart at him. He screamed in pain, cursed at me, while I just laughed. He stumbled and fell on the ground, still trying to get up
I got over him, enjoying how he was trying to fight the effects.
"Sorry, for that. I might have given you a higher dose. I gotta get used to being a doctor now haha. But before I do anything else to you know this. NO ONE! IS GONNA GET BETWEEN ME AND ALISHA! SHE IS MINE!!!"
The fear in his eyes remained even as his body's heart failed. Atleast he won't bother us anymore. Now, gotta fix everything before my date tonight with Alisha. I am lucky that I already know her and know what to say in advance. I am so excited!
Story submitted in inbox: Would you do a story with an man swapping bodies with the hunky doctor currently dating his ex girlfriend?
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My Hero Academia: Chapter 424 Spoiler Thoughts:
MHA is finally back from break and we have a calm after the storm chapter. Let me put my thought on Tumblr for a bit:
So, let's get this out of the way: Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura is dead. Like, DEAD, dead. Unless Kohei Horikoshi pulls the rug under us, I think he's made it clear that Tenko's not coming back. Those last 2 pages were it for his conclusion. He did add one more panel of Shiggy and some dialogue from Deku to say that maybe Deku really did "save" Tenko, but that's all we got. I'm still unsure how to feel about this, but I appreciate Horikoshi giving Tenko a bit more of a conclusion after the last chapter. But, the story isn't over yet, so we'll see if he's mentioned again.
Bakugo's parts were the best parts of this chapter. I'm glad to see him alive and well after everything (I highly doubt Horikoshi would keep him dead again anyway) and that his parents are there for him (Mitsuki yelling at him was funny ngl). Sucks that his right arm will never fully recover, but maybe that rehab will help him get to a good enough place. Also, his moments with Deku and All Might were incredibly sweet and a great conclusion to their little storyline. Seeing Bakugo genuinely tear up and look back on his and Deku's relationship throughout the years honestly moved me because it shows how far this young man has come (the artwork on his face is so good btw; Horikoshi has always been great at expressions in particular). Katsuki Bakugo's character development is one of my favorites in the series and he deserves #1 in every character poll he gets.
EDIT: OH, BAKUGO'S CRYING OVER DEKU BEING QUIRKLESS AGAIN AFTER THE EMBERS BURN OUT ONE DAY I'M GOING TO FUCKING CRY WHAT THE FUCK 😭
Deku continues to be Deku till the very end. I loved Izuku nerding out about how he gets to share a hospital room with All Might because of course he would. It's also nice to hear that A.) All Might reassures Deku that even though he doesn't feel like he saved Tenko because Tenko died, he still might have in the end and B.) Deku still has the embers of One For All which doesn't make him Quirkless. I assume this means that Deku is basically back at the start when he first got OFA. I'm sure his strength is still there at least, but it's probably not nearly as powerful as it was in the final battle.
Also, Deku's haircut 😭! I know they had to do it because it got messed up in the final battle and surgery, but please let his hair grow again before the manga ends, Horikoshi! I want his cute, bushy green hair back! There's also a scar on his right cheek covering his cute freckles I can't. His eyeball popping out of his socket when he sees Kacchan cry was hilarious, though 😂
All Might also telling Deku and Bakugo that they're the greatest heroes to him and everyone else is a really nice full circle on their initial dreams when the story started.
And then there are the two panels we get of Shoto and Ochako. I assume we'll touch on their epilogues next chapter, but I'm curious how they're doing because Ochako looks solemn and we don't even see Shoto's face because his back is turned to us in a dark light. I bet they're reflecting on what happened to Toga and Dabi respectively. We're still not sure if either of them really died, so it's a coin flip as to whether they did or not. There's also Shoto's whole family situation that needs tying up which is a whole other can of worms. I really hope this gets covered in the next chapter.
Finally, we see Deku and the others returning to UA which is currently being rebuilt. I'm guessing we'll see how everyone else is doing post-war too either in the next chapter or later. While we need to cover the main 4 (Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, and Ochako), we also need to see how everyone else is doing because they weren't the only ones affected by the war. Everyone has battle scars of some kind.
And while the chapter is called "Epilogue", it's not over yet. We clearly have more story to cover and bows to tie as neatly as possible. Horikoshi can't please everyone (no one can, really), but I can tell that he's doing his best and that he still genuinely cares about his story after nearly 10 years. I'd say we have the rest of June at least and the end of summer at most until MHA finally ends. This was a really nice "wrap-up" chapter and we have more to go until the end. Despite its flaws, My Hero Academia is still peak fiction to me and some of the parts in this chapter cement that. It will always have a special place in my heart. I will be sad to see this series go, but I will be there until the end.
EDIT: I just saw Horikoshi's comment this week and it basically confirms that we have more story to come. He doesn't say how many chapter but he says "I'll keep going for a little while" and that we're returning to school life; the "Academia" part of the story. I'm really glad he's not rushing the conclusion because there's a lot of stories and characters to give finales to. I'm also really curious to see how school life is post-war, so I'm glad that'll be explored.
#MHA spoilers#My hero academia spoilers#bnha spoilers#Boku no hero academia spoilers#MHA 424#BNHA 424#izuku midoriya#Deku#Katsuki Bakugo#Katsuki Bakugou#Kacchan#great explosion murder god dynamight#All Might#tenko shimura#tomura shiragaki#All might#toshinori yagi#shoto todoroki#shouto todoroki#ochako uraraka#ochaco uraraka#uravity#really nice chapter honestly#epilogue#I honestly really liked it#peak fiction#spoilers
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