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vomitingstars · 4 months

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Our Love is Out of This World pt. 2

Alien!Alan Orion x Reader

With all her remaining energy, she charges towards the creature with a determined battle cry. The creature grins even wider as it runs backwards. Yep, this thing is actually playing with her. Like a cat lightly batting a mouse with its paws before sinking its claws into the poor thing. In her moment of reflection, she tripped over the same tree root from before. Sending her flying right into the alien’s lean and surprisingly toned arms. She gasped at the realization that she had been caught. She had successfully been hunted, and now she’s being held by an alien.

“What do you want?” She asked, panting into the green man’s chest. Her mind and heart raced with a cocktail of emotions. Fear, curiosity, and a need for survival. “I’ll give you anything you ask. Just don’t dissect me. You want cows? Brains? I’ll bring you as many as you want.” She offered, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact. So much for going down clawing and fighting, huh? No. She’ll fight in her own way. No matter what, she will live and she will live well.

The alien took her chin in his hand and lifted it up gently to gain her full attention. She was forced to take in all of his face. Every detail. Every texture. So odd and yet so familiar. His skin almost seems to glisten and glitter in the moonlight. His face no longer grinned at her, instead, he gave a soft smile and then brought their lips together in a sweet kiss. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back to gaze into her eyes once more.

She took a moment to collect herself. Blinking away the disbelief. “You just wanted a ki-” The alien took this opportunity to shove a long probing finger down her throat while her mouth was open. His other hand held the back of her head firmly to keep her still despite her squirming. His skin was so cold. Almost freezing. It was almost like swallowing ice, only the icecube wouldn’t go all the way down her esophagus. His finger thrusted in and out clinically as if searching for something.

He pulled the icy digit out of her throat slowly and carefully. “I can now speak your language.” He held up his finger and showed off the glowing tip proudly. You stared at him silently in terror and confusion. She looked at his face. Then back to his finger. Then back to his face with furrowed brows and replied. “I want to go home.” This is too much. Being hunted, or reverse hunted was exhilarating and terrifying. But kissing aliens and getting throat fingered in one night is a lot more than she was mentally prepared for.

“I’ll take you home. Yer cold. Humans shouldn’t be cold. Let’s get you warmed up.” The alien spoke in a soft voice as if he was trying to soothe her. In the midst of all the excitement, she hadn’t noticed how cold it had gotten. She really should get inside quickly. And so she nods and thanks him. This action seems to please the star beast greatly, prompting him to pick her up and carry her princess style right back to the location of which they started. The alien tossed down a little disk that transformed into a large circle that he stepped on.

She yelped at the blindingly bright light that enveloped the two of them. Before she could comment, it was over. They were no longer in the cold dark woods but instead in a warm bright and sterile looking environment. Everything looked so eerily clean and clinical. Like a doctor's office in a way. It made her feel uneasy. “I thought you said you were taking me home? You’re not going to dissect me are you?” He carried her over to a tall glass tube. One large enough to place her in completely.

“No dissection. I just want to give you a check up.” He placed her inside while whispering and cooing encouragement at her. With a couple beeps and boops the glass tube released her in a cloud of cleansing steam. He quickly grabbed her and placed her back into a princess hold.

“You said I was going home.” Her patience was wearing thin. It’s probably two o’clock in the morning by now. This has got to be a dream or a sleep deprived hallucination. Maybe she just ate too much nutmeg again.

“We are home. It is my home away from home. Your home.” The star beast smiles at her with a strange expression. It was as if he were trying to look friendlier. To really sell the idea of her moving into this weird spacecraft on a whim. She shakes her head in disbelief with furrowed brows.

“No. I need you to take me home. Now.” She spoke slowly yet sternly. “I am not staying here. You can go ahead, abduct whoever you want and go on about your business. I don’t even know your name?” She threw her hands up in frustration. Begging for this confusing dream to finally be over. Her bed is calling and it's time to pick up and get the hell out of dodge.

The green man introduced himself as a strange chirping noise. “But you can call me whatever you’d like.” He pressed a few green squares on a touchpad and the environment suddenly changed. This room looked a bit messier. As if someone lived here and possibly spent a lot of time away from home. A whooshing sound was heard and the sliding door behind him was sealed shut.

“I… I guess I’ll call you, Alan? I don’t know. You kind of look like a Gleep Glarp, but we’ll stick with Alan for now.” She chuckled, trying to find humor in the situation. Naming an alien doesn’t mean you have to keep it, right? Alan looked a bit giddy to receive a name from his prey. And even more so, to hear her laugh.

“And I will call you, Doe-Eyes.” Moving items here and there, Alan began zapping random items away with a small laser as if he were trying to tidy up quickly for his guest. He came closer, and she looked up at his smiling face. Green lips stretched in a lovesick grin. He reaches out to cradle her face and whispers dreamily.

‘Doe-eyes?’, she thought. What a random name. Did this have something to do with the deer from earlier? “Look, Alan, you seem like a sweet… Alien guy. But I have to ask, why Doe-eyes?” Her mind wandered to awful experiments. Wondering if Alan had been abducting deer recently. Or possibly experimenting on them. Did aliens eat deer? Perhaps that’s what she distracted him from doing earlier tonight, and this is her punishment.

“Yer eyes. Ya open them so wide when ya feel such strong emotions. Ya remind me of a deer. I like deer. Such gentle creatures.” He trailed off, thinking of the deer he had collected the day prior. Alan pointed towards a floating menagerie with two tiny deer in a lush green setting. It appears Alan had shrunken them down and built a tiny forest just for the two docile creatures to reside in.

Ignoring the tiny deer and the nightmare logistics of such, she cleared her throat and decided to introduce herself properly. “My name is Honey. I would like to go home. To my home. Unharmed. Please.” This is the last time she’s going to ask. Alan doesn’t seem like a bad guy at all but, who knows what he’s capable of.

Alan’s smile softens. “Honey is the substance yer Earth bees make. From what I understand, it’s got a sweet, deep and rich flavor.” He lets out a sound akin to a purr and chirp. “I’ll take you home” Honey’s eyes widened in surprise. She couldn’t believe it. Asking nicely actually worked? Maybe the best solution really is the easiest. Alan pulled out a small disk and tossed it onto the ground. “Hop on.” Alan said as he offered his hand. She cautiously stepped onto the expanded disk and when she blinked they were right outside her house.

“Wha- Of course. Alien tech. Just roll with it.” No need to question it. Home at last, she turns to face Alan and thanks him for the ride. He does an awkward little princess wave as he bids her farewell and then materializes into thin air. Honey raised her eyebrows with squinted eyes, set in confusion and mental exhaustion. Dragging her tired body inside and placing a pink bonnet onto her head before flopping facedown in bed.

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delilah705 · 2 months

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Then I’ll hold you up to that then lol. Oh, same!! I would only check tumblr every so often but now I check it way more often than I used to since we’ve been talking 👀🦅, not that I’m complaining. Same, same I’m in my x reader era rn. Well it seems we like and dislike similar tags which makes things easier. I generally don’t read anything outside of the fandoms I’m in but I do make exceptions. For me any ratings G-E, fluff, angst (only if it has a happy ending or angst/comfort. I can handle bittersweet endings but only if I’ve given myself plenty of time to mentally prepare and it's few and far between), and smut are all 👌🏼. The tags you dislike are also the same tags I dislike so I won’t go into depth with those. More likely than not if a fic has any of those tags I’ll exit the fic. Some are a more hardcore no than others but generally not going to read any of those. Wait what?!?!?! Didn’t realize there was a tag for wound fucking….not for me personally 😅

(not me getting interrupted while writing this ask 😶, and here I thought I'd be able to post this ask a lot earlier than I normally do)

No Trigun recs at this moment, can do 🫡. I have that same fear!!! I swear I’m not stealing the idea (more than one person can have the same/very similar ideas). I hate reading a fic with a similar idea, always makes me feel like I’ll be called out. DBH?!?!?!?! God, I go feral over those android boys!!!!! No worries, I feel like I’m in smaller fandoms anyway. Or at least they seem small compared to the other fan-bases I’ve seen. Ok, so onto the recs. It’s a mix of completed and ongoing fics and I grouped them all with their respective fandoms (all of these are on ao3 & reader-insert btw 😘). Deviant Behavior by Precursor is an all time fav of mine, one of the first fics I read when I was just getting into reader-insert fics, it’s so well written and I love how the reader is well integrated into the story while still following canon! Anything written by PseudonymMcWriter but my top favs, that I can think of atm, are A Way Out of Loneliness - such an impactful read, changed me as a person, How To Heal You - love how author wrote the relationship between the trio, feels like such a tight-knit group, and Beep (Boop) - pure filth, Blessed Be The Fruit by ethospathos - the handmaid’s tale (while I haven't read the book yet I’ve seen the tv series, wasn’t a huge fan of season 2 but enjoyed season 1), Unable to perceive the shape of you by Wolveria - all I need to say is mermaid au…., head, heart, hand. by ephemeralstar - loved how they carved reader into the world of saltburn, baby BLUE by dovedeep - pure filth, Oxytocin & no body, no crime both by Perlelune - darker fics so if that’s not your cup of tea then you’ll probs not enjoy, not a traditional ‘good/happy’ ending, Tarnished But SO Grand by alwritey_aphrodite - cute, romantic fluff!!!, Destroy your love by Fangswithbenefits - tbh one of the hottest things I’ve read, giving friends to enemies to lovers vibes, Someone to shed some light by thedreamlessnights - arranged marriage!!!, enemies to lovers, The Arrangement by rubyfangs - nice dose of miscommunication all the while being friends to eventual lovers, Lose yourself in me by Cesela - despite the ‘hatred’ for him reader always ends up back where it all started, Vanilla by sindumping - fluff!!, Oblivion & Obsession by alcetryx - slowburn and memory loss but so so good!! Now, don’t feel like you have to check all these fics out. I wanted to give a wide variety so you had more to pick and choose from!!!! Obvs my short summaries aren’t going to encapsulate the whole vibe of the fics but I tried my best with what I remembered, if I did whole in depth summary for each one I’d be here for ages 🥲

You might be able to find them locally?? I think it’s gotten popular to that point…or I know some can be read online with links to english fan translations in google drives and such. Anyway the genre is danmei 🫣. I’m not sure if you heard of it, depending on what circles you're in, but basically it’s chinese bl 🙈🙉🙊. Fav authors are MXTX & Meatbun (any of their series tbh), QJJ by T97, Golden Stage by Cang Wu Bin Bai to name a few…..

Why can’t people be honest??? It’s not like I’m going to be mad that you don’t like the same things as me??? Like, we don’t vibe with it then we don’t vibe with it, move on and next, yk? That’s not true at all!!! I promise!! Man these insecurities be real 😔😣

I think I vaguely remember reading, or at least trying to read, Pride and Prejudice. Not something I could get into or at least come back to it after reading it once (I remember starting it but I don’t remember if I ever finished it). I have watched the movie tho. But if that’s your jam, love that for you!! Lmk what you think of it! I might not personally be into it but I love to hear others opinions on source material. For me romance is a hit or miss! I tend to be pickier with it but I still do enjoy the genre as a whole

xx <3

XD Go right ahead! I really just missed the community part of being in a fandom and being a fangirl, you know? Sharing interests and recommendations and just being a fangirl, really, and making internet friends and connections, even if some might be brief or fleeting. I miss the times I wasn't so afraid of people getting hostile with me for a take or opinion, or for reblogging from and "supporting" "the wrong person". I miss posting stuff in the main tags and not worrying about if the wrong kind of person will see my post, and I miss when other people could be more open about their interests too. I remember when cringe culture first started to come in, and everyone had so much fun before that time, and then it has just steadily gotten worse. I get scared of getting rude anons or even worse, appearing in someone's callout post or Youtube video for the kinds of things I post fanfic wise. And while I've mostly seen the Youtube videos about fanart,… There's already videos of people reading "cringy fanfic." Really?! :0 (Omg. :') Hurt no comfort usually tears me up. I like to have a good ending. I can't handle full-on torture most of the time. AAaa- I had to stop reading a fic because it just made my heart hurt too much. It was such a shitty situation for their OC and it made me so sad. I had to write a comfort fic to comfort myself! X'D) Mmm… Smut. 👀 Oh yes! I pull up fics one of two ways: Reading the tags and summary first before I pull it up in a new tab, or pulling up a bunch in a new tab and reading through the tags and summary to decide if I really want to read it and clicking off the ones I don't vibe with.

It's really weird for me because I have a few tags and tropes and things that are like,… They're not a hardcore no, but they're certainly not an enthusiastic yes. It's more of… A strange middle ground where it really depends on how it's written and approached and what happens in the fic. Like,… I've definitely branched out more than I have when I first started writing. There was this one request I got when I was still taking those on my Deviantart for something I just looked at and went 'Omg. that's so dark and fucked up. I will not be writing that,' and it has stuck with me all this time but I remember telling the person a kind no, that I did not write that extreme of dark content, and now… Part of me is kind of considering writing it? And like, certain yandere fics, though I can write them without problem on my own time, I can't read certain ones? And if I was taking requests for them, I feel I would be rather picky and choosy about my yes's and no's depending on what the requester wanted to have happen in them. I dunno. There's just… Something about being in control of these sorts of things as a writer that makes it sometimes easy to write and yet uncomfortable and hard to read for me when it comes to someone else writing them. It's fascinating to me. <.< I think that wound fucking tag was one of the last few times I went into the Trigun fandom on Ao3. Really not my thing. Do whatever you want as a writer, but body horror like that makes me nauseous and I just cannot.

(Asdjf- XD Don't worry! I feel you on that one!)

DX Same! I even changed one of my story titles because I found someone used the same one for the same character and kinda the same pairing (because while the character is basically self/oc-insert due to the game allowing you to customize, there is a canon design and gender for the character for comics and promotional images, but I was writing from the reader insert perspective and they were writing from the canon design perspective) and theirs was older, so I was just like, 'oop O^O' I didn't want them to think I was stealing and I didn't feel right keeping it after that, so I changed it. Yeah! :D DBH! My friend got me into it years ago and let me borrow her copy of the game, but while she's kinda fallen out of it, I've been in it still on and off. XD Ruthless Connor? 👀 Woof! He can get it! And even in the deviant run, the way he just shoots those guys like that? No hesitation? Whewww. That android does not play. Though I'll be real. I think 60 is my favorite out of the Connors. I have a soft spot for him. Oh, thank you! :D Beep (Boop)!!! Gosh, I love that fic! Mm… 🤤 And Unable to perceive the shape of you!! Goodness, one of my all time favorites since years ago. Omg yes! Meraid AUs! X3 Aaa- I have a merman Legato work in my drafts rn.

For some reason, I could not find Vanilla by sindumping. But thank you so much for all the recs!! :D I definitely have to check these out! I'm not sure if some of these DBH ones I've already read or not, and I won't know until I start reading them, but I used to have so many more bookmarks for that fandom before deleting my old account. So much good smut and fluff… I need to find them all again and finally comment!! XD I think the only ones I won't be checking out will be the Saltburn ones as I have absolutely no knowledge on it (though I see why after checking the date. It's still very new), but I've pulled up all the others to read whenever I get around to them. I have a big list of fics I want to read after I get done going back through all of my current bookmarks and looking through those authors' other works and bookmarks and/or gifts. It's gonna be a lot, but I can do it!! >:3 I did it once, I can do it again but while commenting this time. XD Oh, I know what you mean! Haha! I love what summaries you did give me, though. :3

I see. :0 I think I might have seen the term danmei going around. Oh, I see! Wait!! Meatbun sounds familiar. I might have seen some posts floating around or a Youtube video maybe? (<.< Though it concerned bl haters and drama, I'm certain.) But the closest I've seen to this sort of content locally is the Heartstopper book I saw on the shelf. I don't think I'd be able to find these at my local stores. Just looking them up through Google isn't giving me good results. Maybe if I put danmei with it… Though I must admit bl and gl aren't really my cup of tea. ^^; I can enjoy it on a case by case basis (Knives/Vash/Legato, Akito/Tohru,…), but it's not something I often actively seek out. And it's mostly due to being raised homo and transphobic. I won't get into all of that, but it was a big step for most of my most recent bookmarks and just to write Knives as trans in BYTIC and write My Brother, My Lover. And I have two femslash fics in my drafts that I've had for a few years and just… Never wrote on much because of all the internalized stuff stopping me every time I'd start. <.< Considering resurrecting them, but we'll see how that goes.

D: I have no idea! Yes! Like, we can talk about something we both like instead! I'm already insecure enough, no need to make me feel like a jabberjaw and like an annoyance by not letting me know you're not into something I'm passionate about! No anger here! I'll just be like, 'Oh, okay,' and find someone who does enjoy it to talk about with while we talk about something else! Okay, I'm so glad! XD They do be tho! Omg!

Like,… At first I didn't think I would enjoy it, especially because it's set in a time period I don't really care for in the sense that I seek them out. :0 I think my class watched the movie in school once, but I really remember hardly anything other than that scene in the rain. Hey, thank you! :D I did get pretty interested in it around half way in? With the whole Darcy and Elizabeth portion, but the past few chapters have been about Lydia and Wickham and it's kind of losing me, but so far I'll say that it's decent! Certainly not everyone's cup of tea, and while I'm a completionist who often forces myself to finish a physical book even if I'm not the biggest fan once I start, it only applies to books I personally own and I do not blame anyone a bit or harbor any ill will towards anyone who just decides the book is not for them and puts it away forever. I honestly respect people who- and think it takes a lot of strength for people to just- go, 'Nah. Not for me,' and go onto something you enjoy better instead. I don't really vibe with this new culture of 'I hate watched/read this entire thing so you don't have to and so I can make a five hour rant on it'. You do you, but... I would rather listen to someone talk about something they loved instead. Same for romance though! I'm very picky with real, live TV shows because of that. I'm more interested in animated stuff- though I will nitpick it too, just to a lesser degree.

#Sfw #Anonymous #Ask

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tobythesudriantram · 1 year

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Learn to communicate with peers: Confidence (Learning with Mingle and Friends: Confidence, but I GOOGLE TRANSLATED IT 40 TIMES)

Teacher: Sir! Confused! I enjoy the garden with my friends.

* It's a bicycle-swing game, so when you try to ride it, your friend will try to go on the pole.

Dean: Hello.

Donkey: Yes!

Read: BP!

Sekalainen: This country is a great place to work. i love the site! I think you should work in this field.

* The boy wanted to climb the monkey mountain but could not. Tried to catch him but failed.

Friends: *friends only*!

Paul: Don't go, buddy. good friend

*asked the girl*

* Try to ride the bike and fall many times.

Kai: Wow!

Mars: So doctor?

Togo: Yes, I'm fine.

* Try, succeed, succeed.

Merlin: Yes. do a lot

Course Description: Open.

Don still wants to skate.

* Numbness trying to jump.

Dingle: Wow! he

Malang: My heart hurts. Painful, right?

Digg: Well, I tried to jump right in and I fell.

Mixed program: You can repeat the same program if necessary.

Bat: Good team.

* Rest and return to camp.

* Wake up with your beloved, wake up in the light.

Boy: Cry! Bob's brother

* The boy gets up and tries again. I fell many times.

Dad: *sorry* nod!

* Do not try to get out, but said

cried the donkey

Dunk: Why aren't you done yet!

*love and tears*

* Dingle leaves the room but kills his mother.

* not the pain of death.

So no. they are very patient

Everyone is surprised by the number of digits. I need your help. Oh, something made me happy! The future must be predicted.

* The string is cut from the glass.

Note: This is a mineral water bottle. The small light turns on and off as you walk. You can use it to heal.

* Li Ming called everyone and everyone came to him. *

Tonk: Really? *Name*

Introduction: I can help you here.

*Tuesday morning together*

Plus: a glass of cocktail.

*Pull*

Below are the steps.

• Everyone stirs the bottle, and everything in the bottle begins to weigh and burn. *

Delia : Are you ready? Call me when it snows. Don't forget to stop. Relax your body🎵

* Everyone happily turned off the lights.

Manga: What are you doing?

Question: Yes.

Cash machine

Friend: My baby is crying.

Rolly: Yes. Thank you for the music

On Tuesday he drank a glass of champagne and passed out.

Mars - I wonder if you are trying something new now, but if you put in the time and effort. You will achieve your goal

Donkey: Where can I ride a bike?

Humble: Yes. I know what they said. Practice makes perfect.

Tingle: I think that's right. Maybe we can imagine.

Boop boop you stupid people?

After all, spending a lot of time is not a bad thing. This is how you prepare for the exam.

my friend

Mangal: I know you. Believe that you can do anything.

Tangle: What do you think? Well, maybe we should try.

Dan: Yeah, I'll try again today.

* Try to sink the bike and get back on the bike.

All boys

* The boy returns to the monkey house

Don't worry about missing games again. I know it's hard.

Thank you Miguel

Contact details: Welcome.

* Start all over again. *

* Continue until everyone understands that everything will be fine if they trust him. Everyone wants the best and everyone wins in the end.

* Kubka jumps into the waves, one foot down at a time.

Dangal: Ah! It will happen!

Exchange

* The donkey sits well on the chain and moves well.

Thanks: *sigh* baby! comparison! I ride a motorbike!

Link: Good luck and thanks!

*Run, Build, Catch Monkeys*

Friend: Push! Sound

Aunt Lee: So young!

He was hit by a motorcycle.

Tonka. This is good: I would like to think that integration solves this problem.

Zentel: Thanks for helping us get to know each other.

Date: c.

*shoots but misses*

Book: Is Beep Beep Beep Chip Normal?

Milan: Yes, I can help you.

• Help your child turn off the lights.

Sponsor: Name: Name

Discussion: Yes, it's good to try something new. Trying new things is hard, but eventually it is possible. When you have a problem, think calmly and believe in yourself. Thank you for using our service. *Back pain:

Link (Credits):

@friendlyfox34 - Learn to be friendly (The original Learning with Mingle).

Google - has created the best translator in the world (Creating the best worst translation tool in the world).

The Coder Cat - I use the default configuration (Making Bad Translator, the programme I used for this).

Yes, I like the smell (And, of course, me - Bringing this crap to life).

#learning with mingle and friends

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endlessvoidsnkittens · 9 months

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I found my Game Boy Color today while moving some boxes to prepare for the AC to be repaired Thursday. My games were with it. So. I've spent a lot of the evening playing my FAVORITE GAME EVER, Alleyway.

I can't figure out why it's my favorite. It's a brick breaker game. But yeah. Beep boop. Just wish there was a save feature, lol... Modern games have spoiled us all.

#evnk's boring life

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0soul0 · 2 years

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-- About --

This will contain general information about Boyfriend himself, and Soul Boyfriend. This blog by all technicalities could be considered 'BF and Soul's blog', but I want Soul to be the focal point.

-- The Boyfriend -- Real Name: Kare Hatsune Alias(es): Boyfriend, BF, "Keith", Beef, Asshole, Idiot, Cunt Age: 19 years old Birthday: October 5th (Libra) Height: 5'3" (160cm) Weight: 115 lbs (52kg) Family: Unnamed Mother, Unnamed Father, Oldest Brother, Big Brother, Big Sister Miku, (could change as I grow attached to more characters/mods/rpers) Name Meaning: he; him; his;, boyfriend

-- Soul Boyfriend -- Real Name: Kare Hatsune Alias(es): Soul, Boyfriend, Doppelganger, Chimera, Evil Boyfriend, Monstrosity Age: 19 years old (technically) Birthday: October 5th (Libra) Date of soul separation: "Recently" "A couple weeks/months ago" Height: 5'7" (170cm) Weight: 90 lbs (40kg) Family: Indeterminate. (Above?) Name Meaning: he; him; his;, boyfriend, soul (lit: BF's emotional and intellectual energy/being)

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-- Headcanons --

Autistic. ADHD. Bisexual. Stupid. Ready to get freaky.

Languages known; ASL. Japanese. English. Whatever in-universe singing language that shit’s called, I call it Funkese.

Soul doesn’t beep or boop often because his emotions are almost always extremely heightened. Imagine that he’s overwhelmed and zesty and ‘too happy and confident’ to want to beep and boop.

He will beep and boop if his emotions dampen. People can learn that they are able to manipulate him by encouraging his emotions to shift. Boyfriend can also do this with his own emotions; if Boyfriend gets depressed or exhausted, Soul will emulate this. If Boyfriend can ‘act’ successfully enough it will rub off on Soul and Soul will legitimately feel that emotion. He just has to learn how to do it, is all.

His tail is prehensile and a LOT stronger than both of his arms combined. By all means, his tail is a bigger weapon than his claws are; it is made for spearing, grabbing, crushing and wrapping.

... However, due to his incomplete skeletal structure, his tail is also his weakest spot. It is connected directly to his spine, and when he isn’t paying attention, if you grab and pull it, it can and will pull most if not his entire bone structure. This is highly uncomfortable and disrupts his internal system, and it makes him drop to the ground and go limp. If kept up or pulled too strongly, he’ll flat out faint!

He can get instincts and behaviors from his sources. So he might get demonic traits and instincts from the Dearest’s.

Theoretically he could change anything about himself. More fangs, sharper claws; he chose his form and can change it as he pleases. The restriction is how much energy he is willing to spend.

He only has 1 eye because he doesn’t need more than 1. It would be a waste of energy that tactically doesn’t offer much more. Same thing with his colour pallet; he doesn’t have to be entirely black with bits of white, they’re just the most simple colours to make.

He floats so often he’s practically forgotten how to stand and walk.

Soul weighs less than BF because he does not have a complete skeleton nor any internal organs.

His insides/core/blood is the same white glow of his eyes and mouth. Think of it like lava lamp lava spilling out. Glows!

His skin, clothes, hair, fur, horns, claws- EVERYTHING is made of the exact same thing; energy. He can change the textures to imply differently, but it is all the same.

Underneath his hat, his hair has developed ‘hair horn’ style much like Daddy Dearest. This is a slightly unwilling/unnoticed symptom of the Dearest family unknowingly aiding in his creation.

When his body develops white markings and turns white in some places, or his horns/wings/spikes come out, this means he is utilizing more energy than normal and putting himself into fight mode. He’s either preparing to defend himself or beat you raw.

Safety. Safety. Safety. If he cares about you, he will fight until the end to keep you safe.

Boyfriend himself finds Soul a little ... grating, because Soul doesn’t listen to him very well. Soul will do things Boyfriend dislikes because it’s ‘for the best’.

Most things that he puts in his mouth will melt due to the quantity of energy acting as a nuclear core. Not everything, he can control it, but don’t make him swallow a key or something it’s NOT coming back.

Please do not think this whole ‘sources’ thing means he’s physically related to the Dearest’s I’ll scream and cry lmfao he might make JOKES but his dna is different, BF’s dna is still human, it’s more like soul/essence/spiritually/internally he has become a member of the same species rather than your family PLEASE do not make anything beyond jokes I’ll cry LMFAO

Some of his sources are; purple red-eyed demon, manifest demon, digidevil, solarisapien, and residual penilian essence from one special ginger.

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Modern AU ✨ One Piece men picking you up from the airport after you've been gone a few days

author's note: i wrote this to distract myself from bawling my eyes out while traveling. it gave me a little comfort (still cried but calmer), so i thought i'd share!

Law

doesn't own a car but will rent one (BIG ONE) to get you home as comfortable as possible

would definitely bring water and a bento, because he knows you'll be dehydrated and only had sweets the whole flight (from "babe, you're sweet enough, you don't have to eat all of those" to threatening you to eat an apple every now and then if you ever want to feel his lips on you again)

speaking of kissing: Law is a shy kisser in public (not a friend of pda), but will hug you very tightly at the gate and kiss your forehead, will also bury his face in your hair because he missed your scent so much

you will get a big kiss though when you're at the car, loading your suitcases in the trunk. away from the eyes of others, he would grab you and give you that kiss he's been yearning for ever since you left the house

Law would also lean in for a kiss at every red light, but only there, he's a safe driver!

he would let his free hand rest on your thigh throughout the whole car drive though, drawing small circles with his thumb, just wanting to feel you close

at home, Law would already have a meal prepared for you to make sure you're eating right; also because he really missed eating with you together

after that, he will gently play with your hair while you're lying in his lap, listening to all of your stories, leaning down every now and then to kiss you, kiss you, kiss you nonstop

Smoker

beep boop here he comes on his motorcycle

would arrive 3 hours early at the airport, just in case you chose to travel by time and not by plane

Smoker would bring a BIG flower bouquet for you which he had handpicked prior

he would also use the flower bouquet as a privacy shield when he kisses you after picking you up at the gate, pulling you into a close hug straight afterwards

granted, a motorcycle is not the best means of transportation for all your suitcases, so he would probably yell at some poor subordinate (i'm so sorry Tashigi) to get your stuff and bring it to your shared home

so it's just him, the flower bouquet in your lap and you, holding very tightly onto him on the motorcycle. he doesn't show it but he would have the biggest smile on his lips because he's so glad to feel your arms wrapped around him again

prepare for the biggest kiss the moment you close the front door behind you, he would literally pick you up, push you against the nearest wall and kiss you with an intensity that will sent butterflies throughout your whole body

Smoker would give you some space at home to settle, unpack your stuff and take a shower; in the meantime he would go out to pick up some of your favorite food because he knows you must be hungry (for him though)

he would listen to your travel stories the whole night, only to interrupt you with small and big kisses in between, there's so much to catch up!

Rayleigh

would wait at the gate with a handcrafted glittery sign that says your name, only because he knows how much you will laugh about this (and he loved and missed your laugh so, so much)

this man will kiss you passionately at the gate, no shame, just big feelings and lots of tongue

he would also bring your favorite snacks to the airport, because he knows how you're always hungry and complaining about the meal sizes on planes ("they just underestimate how much i can take!" "oh, i know about that...")

Rayleigh doesn't drive (have you ever seen a king drive himself), but will get a taxi for the both of you

he would hold onto your hand throughout the whole drive home and occasionally pull you closer to give you kisses on the lips, the forehead and the side of your neck

it would take all the willpower from both of you to not make out heatedly in the backseat of the taxi (you're gonna save that for later though)

at home, he would prepare a quick and simple meal for you, he'd rather spend the time with you instead of being in the kitchen. it still tastes like heaven because it was cooked with love

after taking a hot bath together, the rest of the night will be just as relaxing, with lots of cuddling, kisses, sweet whispered words and falling asleep wrapped in his arms, knowing you're safe and sound there

#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #smoker the white hunter #silvers rayleigh #trafalgar d water law #captain smoker #dark king rayleigh #law x reader #smoker x reader #rayleigh x reader #law x you #one piece headcanons #one piece reader insert

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hot wheels | natasha romanoff x reader

explicit, 5,2k words, f/f. meet-ugly but still very much wholesome. we love a girlboss. natasha catches some random woman keying her brand new car but decides to be the better person for once and hear the woman out. turns out, being the better person can even get one laid! warnings: singular use of the d-slur, references to an abusive ex, lesbian sex.

[no y/n, no "you", nickname only, no reader description - race/age/body type neutral, she/her pronouns]

Natasha gave the tall, lanky boy an unimpressed look as she side-stepped the arguing couple to avoid colliding with the annoyed, teary-eyed woman the boy was groveling to. It was nearing rush hour and there was shopping to be done before the heavy NYC traffic could steer her already busy schedule down into an unmanageable chaos.

"But, Foxy, you know I didn't mean it! I love you, more than anything!"

The items on the spy's list were checked off methodically, item after item landing in the cart with a quiet thud as the redhead maneuvered through the isles with tactical precision. The usual afternoon crowd began to fill the store, taking up the so-needed breathing space; Natasha's shopping trip wasn't a moment of leisure and with her neverending to-do list full, she hurried to the self-check-out register, flying through the motions mindlessly.

Scan, place, beep, boop, pay, load up the bags, make way to the car, load up and pedal to the metal.

Scratch that. No, scratch - Natasha's eyes bulged as she neared her shiny, brand new Charger, seeing the obvious defects even from a mile away: the paint, previously cherry red and gleaming in the sun, ruined by a series of thin, gray lines, standing out unpleasantly on the otherwise pristine vehicle.

And the culprit, who's tuft of hair peeked over the hood of the car on the other side of the Charger, almost fully hidden between her car and the large Chevrolet in the next parking spot over.

Natasha's fingers clenched around the handle of the cart as she fought the urge to reach for her knife safely holstered under her leather jacket. "Excuse me?" Tone quiet and deadly, the spy prepared herself to fight or at least slightly shake up the hooligan.

The figure froze, vaguely familiar clothing and a puffy, tear-stained face slowly rising from behind Natasha's car. "In my defense, he deserves it," the girl - Foxy - the one that was arguing in front of the store earlier, declared through a stream of angry tears. "Call the cops if you want, I don't care." It was unclear if the girl recognised her, the Black Widow, as she made no move to run for the hills, just pathetically sniffled, pocketing the keys she used to scratch Natasha's car.

"That's my car," The spy responded flatly, a great deal of amusement crawling into her face as Foxy's eyes bulged, jaw fell slack, horror plain and evident overshadowing the waterworks. Natasha quickly pieced two and two together but patiently waited for the initial shock to subside before popping a question. "A word of advice, if I may?"

Foxy nodded, dumbfounded, frantically scrambling for the contents of her pockets, searching for something with the agility of a panicking cat, more than half of the contents spilling out onto the ground.

Natasha unlocked the car, popping the trunk and loading in her bags as she raised her voice to be heard over the noise of a busy parking lot. "Don't mess with the paint, the insurance will cover it. Slash three tires - not four - or take a swing at the front bumper and the headlights," the trunk slid shut with a quiet click as the spy inspected the damages close-up. Her Charger looked like it was attacked by a pack of aggressive, feral cats with nails of steel. "And always check the number plates before committing acts of vandalism to make sure you're enacting revenge on the right person." The last part was said with a smirk.

As the spy stepped closer to Foxy, she noted the excessive puffiness of her cheeks and the shaking fingers that held a checkbook and a pen. The woman looked torn between terrified and apologetic, worrying her lip between her teeth. "I'm so, so sorry. Todd just got his new car, it's identical to yours and I didn't get the chance to memorize the number plate yet," the offending man's name was said with a pitiful growl. "How much?" She weakly motioned to the ruined bodywork.

"What'd he do?" Natasha didn't resist her curiousity, leaning against the driver's side door and sizing up the other woman. She was pretty, well-dressed and reasonably wealthy on the first sight. "Yeah, he looked like a Todd," The quip slipped from the redhead's lips as she remembered the man from earlier. Foxy looked way too good to be wasting her time on someone who looked like an adolescent that hadn't outgrown his skater boy phase.

Foxy chuckled shyly at Natasha's remark, smoothing a hand over her face. "Lord, where do I even begin..." The sigh was loud and long. "He lived in my apartment rent-free, made me give up my cat by lying about his allergies, went through nine low-wage jobs in two years, did nothing but play video games in his free time and developed a pot addiction, thus spending all his money on it," she began steadily but her tone grew in pitch with every added offence as Natasha's eyebrows climbed higher and higher. "My last straw was when he took out a loan he couldn't pay off to buy his brand new cool car," the words were spat out with venom. "I threw him out last Saturday. He's been following me around all the time," Foxy continued, growing dark in the face. "And then I found out he had been cheating on me for I don't know how long. I just... I just lost it," she finished pathetically, all but crumbling into a pile of human misery.

Natasha's face had frozen into mute disbelief somewhere around the first half of the story, repulsion and astonishment mixing into a flurry of quiet rage on the random woman's behalf. Menfolk were bizarre animals, and as much as the spy felt herself annoyed by her roommates at the tower, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the men surrounding her were far from douchebags of the casual variety. This Todd, however, was no amateur, and had done Foxy really, really dirty.

The redhead made up her mind rather quickly. "That's a lot to unpack," she carefully studied the micro-expressions on the other woman's face. "I have a couple of nice bottles of wine at my place and nobody to share them with. Care for a glass?"

Foxy's eyes widened once more. "I don't- I don't want to take up your time, I mean, I'm sure you've got more important shit to do, like save the world and y'know..." The stammering was followed by a shy look to the side.

So, Foxy had recognised her. And she didn't go running the other way like most people that encountered her in disadvantageous situations did. "I actually don't, I was just getting my shopping done for a lack of better things to do," Natasha lied seamlessly, motioning to the other side of the car. "Hop in." Mission reports and Barton's pizza date could wait.

The woman made quick way around, buckling into the seat in seconds, right before Natasha peeled off from the parking lot towards the Avengers tower at breathtaking speeds. The car was a gift from Tony - one of the rare things he managed to get right - and an absolute pleasure to drive.

"What's your name?" The redhead asked, juggling the steering and her smartphone effortlessly.

The woman rattled of her first and last name on between attempts to fix her runny make-up and wipe the dried snot and tears off her face. "Foxy is a nickname my gramps gave me, said I used to excessively play with fox pelts in the attic when I was a kid," the woman added with a snort, totally oblivious to Natasha's eyebrow raise as the spy read the information on her in-between overtaking slower cars.

Good student, good family life, stable income and good career growth in a prospective sector. What did Foxy even find in a guy like Todd? The most important information, however, was also most pleasing. No ties to any kind of intelligence gathering organizations.

As Natasha parked and popped the trunk once more, the other woman offered a hand with her shopping bags. Friday acknowledged the newcomer, startling her, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and mention, loudly, that if Tony decided to pay them a surprise visit, he may end up castrated or shot on sight, much to Foxy's bashful snickering.

Once the shopping was put away and the wine opened, the spy let herself curl up on the couch opposite the woman who studied her Spartan style apartment with curios eyes. The lack of knick knacks must've been a surprise for her: Natasha's apartment looked bare compared to what she'd seen in other's people's homes but the desire to make the environment more cozy had never been strong enough to actually act upon it. She wasn't used to staying in a place for very long.

"Do you still want to get back at the bastard?" The redhead asked once the first bottle was coming to an end. The alcohol was sitting low, pleasantly warm in their bellies and the food that they'd ordered in the middle of a casual chit-chat lulled them into a state of comfortable stupor.

"I want to gouge his eyes out and wear them as a battle trophy," Foxy was slightly slurring her words, much more affected by the wine than the stoic, experienced agent. "But I guess I can settle for petty crime or arson."

"I'm sensing you didn't tell me the whole list of grievances," true to her words, the spy felt as it there was a possibility quite a few things were being left unsaid.

Foxy sighed once again, placing the empty glass on the table and using her palm to prop her flushed face against it, blankly staring off into the far end of the room. "I came out as bisexual last year and he was giving me so much shit for it. Todd kept pushing for a threesome and when I refused, started accusing me of cheating during our fights, called me a whore a couple of times," the more she spoke, the higher Natasha's anger levels rose.

Not only was a Todd a dick, he was an abusive one. Truly, the grand prize of Asshat Lottery. "I have an idea or three," the spy twirled the remaining red liquid in her glass before downing it. "But it'll have to stay between us two."

"I'm listening," Foxy turned to meet Natasha's face, eyes considerably more alert than seconds before.

A few days past their amicable wine-and-revenge get-together, Natasha's doorbell rang as if she wasn't already had been made aware by Friday that a visitor was coming up to see her. Boxes of hair bleach and dye laid stacked on the living room table, surrounded by jewelry and assorted accessories. A pitcher of fresh sangria topped the ensemble, two clean glasses placed neatly on the tray next to it.

"Hi, Nat," Foxy's smile was a mile wide - a far cry from the sniffling sad sack of a woman the spy had first met. The nickname flowed freely from the woman's lips, as calm as Natasha's own answering grin and greeting. "I gots the stuff," waving her purse about, the woman kicked off her shoes by the door, approaching Natasha with the same smile that seemed to be more effective at lightening up the room than Tony's expensive designer lamps.

As Natasha's plan achieved a solid state, the two women had quickly come to a realization that Natasha was far too recognizable with her signature red hair and over a flurry of text messages, the decision to switch to a warm caramel blonde was made unanimously. Foxy had rebuked any and all Natasha's attempts to affirm she'd be able to do it herself and the spy gave into the other's chiding, relenting to have her hair dyed by a person who at least had a possibility of seeing the back of her head without having to perform acrobatic tricks.

Foxy was an easygoing, non-problematic person. She was fun to have around, quiet but witty, with intelligent eyes and a realistic view on the world. It was something Natasha valued, alongside the lack of probing questions regarding her past or her job - her insides clenched uncomfortably at the thought of having to lie about those things, or even worse, having to admit to the wrongdoings in her past, however Foxy carefully steered away from topics that were sensitive and never gave Natasha as much as a side-eye if the spy appeared to lack some minor detail that normal women her age all seemed to be aware of.

The curiosity had her ready to burst. Nat's natural defense mechanisms were quite confused, not sure what to make of the woman who almost too friendly to be true, but the kindness in her eyes and the sometimes shy, awestruck looks she gave Natasha when she thought the redhead wasn't looking made up for it in spades.

"What do you think?" The noise of the hair dryer finally ceased, Foxy's voice echoing in Natasha's luxuriously large bathroom.

The newly-blonde spy studied her reflection with a tilt to her head. The ombre was a nice touch - her own hair was naturally darker than the caramel and honey blonde she had chosen, so the almost-brown shading at her roots took much away from the contrast between her lighter hair and darker brows. It was just another disguise for the spy, but somehow, this one felt more like home than any of the previous faces she had worn.

"I like it, you were right about the ombre," Natasha voiced her thoughts, eyes sliding over to the smiling woman behind her, feeling the corners of her mouth begin to creep upwards in involuntary response.

"You looked good with red hair, don't misunderstand me," Foxy briefly raised her hands. "But you have a light complexion and lighter colors do wonders for bringing out the youthfulness. Even if we don't have much joy these days, a good hair color is an opportunity to showcase the bit," she briefly touched her own hair in an exaggerated attempt at driving her point home.

The fun part was done, the time came to execute the revenge. It wasn't exactly anything special; rather, the plan was quite simple - let Todd make a fool out of himself in front of his friends and perhaps (a slightly, teensy possibility) get himself arrested. The two women took their time to get dolled up, not too much - but rather, adding just that little bit to themselves to easily attract moderate amounts of attention from men.

The bar was busy, noisy and full of people when the two women stepped through the door. Natasha's eyes scanned the room out of habit, easily spotting the tall, lanky Todd in the far end of the bar, laughing and boozing with equally pathetic-looking man-children. The urge to gag was almost irresistible.

The spy let herself to be led to the bar by Foxy who looked mildly uncomfortable. Natasha was sure that if she was to touch the other woman's face, it would be flaming under the circumstances. "Try to relax a little, I won't bite," with a quip to her companion, Nat ordered them a vodka cranberry each, sitting down with her back to the men. "Tell me when he notices us and starts moving this way."

Foxy nodded minutely, clutching her drink for dear life and taking generous sips to calm herself down and relax like the spy had requested. They talked about everything and nothing in between, Natasha's hand on Foxy's knee crawling closer to her hip as minutes passed by without interruption. Loud noises of men playing darts and drunkenly cheering reached the womens earshot every now and then, causing Foxy to throw increasingly infuriated glances towards her ex-boyfriend and the Black Widow's current victim of choice.

Sitting opposite the perfectly composed, smiling woman, it was clear as day she was, indeed, best of the best. Despite knowing Foxy for only a few days, Natasha managed to pull off a very convincing girlfriend: her body language was nothing short of absolutely besotted and the googly eyes the spy was making had Foxy constantly remind herself that it was only for show. There was no way this gorgeous, incredible human would be interested in someone as plain and ordinary as herself.

"Heads up," Foxy's smile suddenly grew a mile wide as she stared directly at Natasha, eyes alight with fury at the scene about to unfold. Natasha's reply was to briefly tighten the grasp on the other's leg in silent support.

"Hey, baby," Todd was drunk enough for the stench of his breath to reach both women. "Oh, I see you're with a friend," his attempt at flirting only made Natasha scrunch up her face like a cat that accidentally smelled a lemon.

"Leave me alone," Foxy stated firmly, knowing the phrase wouldn't do anything to deter her overzealous ex, but this time - she counted on it.

"It's okay, I can share," the slurred words had a couple of people nearby raise their eyebrows at the audacity.

"I'm not interested," Foxy snapped. "In fact, there is absolutely nothing your freeloading, cheating ass can bring to my table."

The woman radiated satisfaction as gasps sounded out around them; Todd was a regular at this bar and most people there knew him in one way or another. The moment of joy, however, was brief.

"Listen, bitch, you have no business talking to me like that," full of drunken bravado, the man spat angrily, taking unsteady steps closer to Foxy. "What you need is a decent man that can handle your outbursts, not some dyke..." before he could even utter another offensive syllable, Natasha had his wildly gesturing arm twisted painfully behind his back, easily forcing the inebriated man to his knees.

"Wanna try that again, champ?" Sarcasm flowed freely from the spy's lips as the patrons in the bar gasped. The civilian clothing and the new hair color might have been an effective short-term disguise but once the crowd had seen her neat little party trick and had taken a good look at her face, nobody was doubting her identity. "Call the cops, will you?" She addressed the shocked bartender who immediately scrambled to obey.

"I didn't do anything!" Todd cried out, eyes drunkenly darting between the Black Widow's quiet rage and Foxy's grim stone face.

"Huh, that's weird. Because I clearly heard and saw an attempted hate crime," Natasha's voice attained a sardonic tint. "And I have a bar full of witnesses," the spy shrugged, letting go of his arm but keeping a boot firmly planted on his back to prevent him from escaping. "I hope you have a lawyer."

Foxy snorted, reaching for her unfinished second drink. "Tough luck."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Todd's friends inching closer to the exit door second by second, as if they could stand a chance against a professionally trained secret agent. Luckily for them, Natasha wasn't interested in the remainder of Todd's gang of losers and merely raised an eyebrow when the other men reached the door, a tiny smirk appearing when his pleading eyes didn't cause any reaction in his friends, the spineless worms, hopping out of the door without as much as a goodbye to the man laying face-down on the dirty floor.

As soon as the police arrived, awestruck by one of the NYC's most famous superheroes just casually standing in a bar, they eagerly collected the inebriated offender, briskly escorting Todd to the squad car. The bartender and several other patrons confirmed Natasha's words that an attempted hate crime had taken place. Cops were in and out in less than fifteen minutes and the otherwise-pleasant hole-in-the-wall bar returned to its usual evening bustle.

"Celebratory shots?" Natasha laughed as Foxy exhaled, deep and slow, once her racing heart calmed down.

"My treat," the other woman motioned for the bartender and soon, a line of colorful glasses appeared in front of the women. Each downed a glass easily, slamming it back on the table. "Man, this is everything I never knew I needed," Foxy confessed with a shy smile. "Thanks, Nat. You're the best."

The spy responded with a satisfied smile, picking up another glass and holding it out for a toast. "To revenge well-deserved," the glass clicked, alcohol slid easily down their throats. "So, what now?"

Foxy's eyes shone in the bright lights of the bar, relieved and tipsy. The small empty glass twirled easily between her fingers. "Dunno," the shrug came and went. "Maybe go on vacation. To Florida."

Natasha let out a belly laugh, downing her last shot without as much as a stutter in her movements, Foxy's eyes lingering on the stray drops of alcohol running from the spy's plump lips. "A vacation with the crackheads? Romantic," the quip was received with an eyeroll from the other woman.

"Spoilsport," Foxy, too, finished her booze and placed the money and a hefty tip on the bar, tapping twice to get the bartender's attention. "I meant more like - lay on the beach, sip mimosas, look at sexy people in swimsuits..."

"Florida is for old people," Natasha objected, pulling her leather jacket back on and leading them both outside. The evening air was crisp, bringing a clearer head and re-arranging the thoughts back into a more sensible state.

Foxy easily picked up her pace to match Natasha's precise strides leading them in the direction of the former's building. The warm buzz of vodka coupled with the fresh air and her desire for retribution well-fed, Foxy settled into a comfortable silence next to the spy. They reached the building quickly, their pace brisk and distractions lacking.

"Care for a nightcap?" She didn't know what prompted her to blurt out the words; as soon as the words registered in her brain, they were already out and Foxy's face heated, fingers fumbling for the keys in her pocket, Natasha's touch still warm and lingering on the side of her leg.

The spy seemed amused, studying Foxy's nervous habits with a crooked smirk. "Sure," she agreed amicably, following the woman into the apartment building, not missing both the rigidity of her back and the added spring to her step.

A moderately sized, well-decorated apartment revealed itself behind the open door, scarcely illuminated by the NYC lights coming in from a glass wall in the living room, reflecting the vast living space furnished with a large couch.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Natasha turned around, stepping into the other woman's personal space with the grace of a predator. Two shining eyes stared back at her in the darkness, framed by fluttering lashes. Foxy's bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth, skin gleaming with perspiration.

The recently-turned blonde spy wasted no time caging the other woman between her body and the door, chests almost touching. The air around them was charged, Foxy's heart thudding loudly in her chest as she gulped. Natasha studied her expression, "You want this?" she whispered against her lips, sharing the oxygen between them.

"Ye-yeah," a short nod and a gasp later, the women were devouring each other, grasping at their hands and shoulders like they were drowning. Hot and wet and sharp from the booze, the kisses were as graceless as their fingers haste in removing each other's top layers of clothing.

The sharp corner of the living room archway dug painfully into Foxy's back, bringing an additional sense of awareness: this was real. This was happening. Natasha's blonde locks flowed through Foxy's fingers, soft and silky, a contrast to the teeth pulling on her lip in impatient hunger. Foxy grunted in response, parting from the other woman to send her t-shirt flying somewhere in the direction of the kitchen.

"Bedroom," mere minutes in and she already sounded utterly and throughly ruined.

"Couch," Natasha was equally feverish to get to the good parts. Her belt was unbuckled and the nice button-up she'd worn hung open, a plain white bra iriscendent on her alabaster skin.

Letting herself be led to the couch, Foxy could barely take her eyes off the woman in front of her, making sure she wasn't ogling Natasha outright yet secretly hoping to be caught anyway. The blonde was like a porcelain doll, unreal, firm and soft at the same time.

The moment Foxy gracelessly landed on the couch, Natasha was all up in her space, straddling the other woman with the grace of a savage cat; lips once more attached to her flesh, Natasha left a trail of hot, wet marks starting at the jawline and ending at the cups of Foxy's bra.

Not knowing what to do with her hands, Foxy grasped Natasha's hips, unable to hold back a moan heavy with lust as the spy ground down with her hips. It was exhilarating to see the other woman affected by their heavy make-out session; nothing short of absolutely smitten to see Natasha pull back, panting and disheveled, to shed her shirt and her bra.

Unable to resist the urge, Foxy's hands reached out to cup the spy's round breasts, tugging her closer to pop a rosy nipple into her mouth. Natasha shivered, arching into the caress, holding onto the other woman's hair and tugging it in the direction only she knew.

Natasha wasn't loud, she wasn't wild; her moans were more like muted gasps but her body spoke for her louder than any words: the grinding was getting more impatient, Natasha's hold grew stronger. As Foxy fumbled for the button of Nat's pants, she felt the soft, delicate lace underneath. Natasha had come prepared.

"Hold on," the spy mumbled, hopping off Foxy's lap to quickly push her pants and panties down her legs with practiced ease. The other woman followed suit, leaving herself to be bare besides her underwear, the attempt to remove them intercepted by Natasha. "Let me," quiet words tickled the skin of her throat where Nat had immediately attached her mouth.

Foxy scrambled to intake the oxygen she needed, letting herself feel the hot glide fully, having lost herself in pleasure, missing the exact moment Nat's fingertips breached the waistband of her panties. Soft and nimble, so different to a man's roughened skin, the sensation was as strange as it was sweet. The urge to arch and rock her hips against the nearest surface intensified and Foxy could only keen, quiet and high, causing Natasha to chuckle to herself.

"Enjoying yourself, sweet girl?" The miniscule trace of coyness seeped into the blonde's voice. The engorged, puffy, moist flesh of Foxy's lower lips parted eagerly to Natasha's experimental dip.

"Yeah, yes," the woman slid down, spreading her legs in invitation. "Please, touch me," begging to be filled in all the empty spaces, Foxy threw her head to rest against the back of the couch, watching Nat through unfocused eyes.

"Oh, I will," the spy purred, sliding lower to put her face next to Foxy's dripping cunt. The spy's fingers glistened with arousal and she popped them into her mouth, licking them clean before doing the same to her lover's swollen folds. The response was instantaneous and loud, Foxy shook under Natasha's expert teasing. "Stay still," she ordered quietly, patting Foxy's belly.

Molten, honeyed waves of bliss overtook common sense and awareness, tiny sparks shooting up Foxy's cunt every time Natasha suckled at her clit. The spy read her body like an open book, following the movements of her hips with her mouth, always a step ahead and slightly south. Foxy's peak was imminent, approaching rapidly, as Natasha's sweet merciless assault wrung every single drop of the thick, precious liquid out of her cunt.

It only seemed to gush more, the woman pushing her cunt into Natasha's face as the latter doubled down on her efforts to bring her to ecstasy.

The waves began deep in the pit of Foxy's stomach, making her legs tremble, her toes curl and the flutters of her cunt increase in speed and intensity. Silky soft and typhoon wet, her orgasm crashed her mind into million pieces and Nat dutifully extracted everything until the last drop with the skillful touch of her tongue and fingers.

"Tash," Foxy moaned. Her legs quivered at the slightest touch to her oversensitive cunt.

"Mhm," was the blonde's reply, contented humming getting closer and closer until the womens lips met once more in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Foxy's hands immediately sought purchase on Natasha's hips, searching for the spots that would make the spy's body song in the same way she'd done to Foxy; seemingly much more reserved, quiet but happy sighs broke past Nat's lips in response to gentle hands stroking where she was most sensitive.

"I've got a vibe in my bedroom," clarity finally broke through the orgasm haze, Foxy's brain slowly coming back to reality.

"No, I want your fingers," Natasha's reply was assertive as she moved her hips in tandem with Foxy's hand, dripping the sweetness of her around all over.

The urge to pop the fingers into her mouth was strong, so Foxy did just that, moaning at the tangy taste, Natasha's breath quietly stuttering at the sight in front of her.

"I want to eat you out," the words barely had left Foxy's mouth as Natasha flipped them so she was the one laying on the couch, spread-eagled and open for the other woman's eager mouth to explore. Wet, sloppy and so, so tender, Foxy let herself taste the arousal of her lover.

"Yeah," so soft, one could easily miss it, the approval didn't get lost in the headrush nonetheless. With grace, Foxy sought the spots that would force Natasha to break her silence with slow, broad motions until the blonde had no choice but to arch her hips into the sensations, chasing her pleasure, losing the aura of restraint she'd so carefully cultivated.

No time for self-control. The temperatures were climbing steadily with every single movement, both lost in their imperfect shared rhythm, the soft of Foxy's tongue and fingers like finest silks on Natasha's eager cunt. Two fingers slipped in without resistance, immediately seeking out the soft, spongy spot that made the blonde's toes curl and mouth open in a silent scream.

Foxy's free hand groped around for Natasha's ass hastily, bringing her hips closer to her mouth, tongue never ceasing its assault on the blonde's clit as her body grew more rigid, fingertips going white with the force she was gripping the comforter.

"Gospodi bozhe," came the mumble, the only warning before Natasha's powerful thighs locked Foxy in place as the blonde rode out her orgasm, violently shivering, dousing the other woman's face in her sweet release. Dutifully, Foxy stroked the silk of Natasha's skin everywhere she could reach, her hot breath on the blonde's pussy easing her back to Earth through the aftershocks.

Natasha's eyes opened, feeling her lover's look of adoration, and she cracked a reluctant but genuine smile. There was something about Foxy that was just so-

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lilosaur · 3 years

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hi hi! okay so, i really like your work and i find them very fluffy and adorable— so! can i request a scenario (chifuyu, kawata twins, baji and mitsuya) where s/o comes out as non-binary and the boys are extremely supportive about it? again, i really love your work!

Aha thank youu! Yess! I hope u enjoy reading, this was fun to write. Also this was with 5 people but my limit is 4 so be sure to read rules next time (I just did one twin) :)

♡‧₊˚ Coming Out As Non-binary :*₊‧✩

⟶ ticket no. 12 ɞ

w/ Matsuno Chifuyu | Kawata Nahoya | Baji Keisuke | Mitsuya Takashi

ʚ Matsuno Chifuyu ɞ

You and Chifuyu were on a little coffee shop date, you had stayed up all night debating weather you should tell Chifuyu about you being non-binary. Once you successfully decided with yourself that your non-binary you wanted to keep it secret for a while but now it’s time to let it out. You were so nervous “what if” thoughts started to wander in your head. Would Chifuyu still view you the same? Would he start to test you differently? Maybe he’d just dump you on the spot and leave you in tears. No no you couldn’t think like that right?

So many doubts clogging your mind you only have one idea left, you had to blurt it out in one shot just break the ice and say it.

“Fuyu..I have something to tell you.”

Chifuyu's facial expression changed a bit he was now intrigued at what you had to say. His own mind starting doubting him too, we’re you going to break up with him right here and now? Did you not love him anymore? Both of you looked at each other worried about what you would both say.

“Fuyu I just wanted to let you know that I’m non-binary”

Chifuyu looked at you and his face was so much more calm now. You really scared him for a moment, honestly he didn’t realize what you said until a few seconds later after calming himself down.

“Oh, so wait does that mean your not a male or female right?”

“Yeah so..”

You continued to help educate Chifuyu on what exactly non-binary meant and which pronouns you’d prefer him to address you by. He's just an uneducated baby but he’ll understand as you explain more things to him.

When you feel insecure about it Chifuyu makes sure to step in and make you feel loved, sometimes he buys you a gift, someone’s he gives you extra cuddles or extra kisses. Once fuyu even bought you a little non-binary flag! He 110% supports you and wants to learn more about it, he doesn’t even view you any differently your still the same sweet Angel he fell in love with.

༚༅༚˳❃˳༚༅༚

ʚ Kawata Nahoya ɞ

You and Nahoya were watching movies and cuddling on a Saturday night, you’d debated ever even telling Nahoya about you being non-binary. You felt like he wouldn’t really understand or just be unsupportive of you. However you came to the conclusion that you have to tell him about it at some point.

“Uh Nahoya…can I tell you something..” You asked silently he could barely hear you.

“What’s wrong y/n?”

“Um…Nahoya I just wanted to let you know…but um I’m non-binary.” You mumbled it kind of whispering too he really just could barely hear you.

“Oh y/n wait I heard that before, what does it mean again?” He looked at you in confusion hoping you’d answer his question.

You took a little sigh of relief as you explain to him what non-binary means and how he could help support you and make you feel more comfortable. He was nodding his head along the whole time but you could tell he was definitely invested. The best part was he never once dropped his smile, which means he doesn’t view you any differently!

Nahoya still needs some practice as he may address you wrong but he’s still in his early learning stages of it all, he’ll always correct himself. Once you told him Nahoya gave you a nice cuddly hug and a kiss on the forehead, he told you he’ll love you no matter what because your still you!

༚༅༚˳❃˳༚༅༚

ʚ Baji Keisuke ɞ

You thought Baji might actually have a normal reaction, but when you called him to hangout and said you have to told him something your thoughts completely changed when you were in person about to tell him. You two were walking around town he was waiting to hear what you had to say, tbh your kinda scaring him..

You decided to just spit it out, no more holding back on him he has a right to know, right? You tried to calm yourself and mentally prepare yourself for all the outcomes of this situation but it’s barely working…

“Um so, Baji…we’ll I’m non-binary.” You almost mumbled it, your hands clung to your shirt messing around with your nails as nervousness began to break into your mind with his silence.

“Oh. Okay, what should I do to help support you y/n.”

Baji grew such a light and warm smile on his face now, giving you a look that seemed to be saying ‘don’t worry’

You explain to Baji what non-binary meant/is and he’s trying his best to understand and remember it all. Honestly he really doesn’t bring it up much he uses your preferred pronouns/name and always makes sure to tell other people your correct pronouns if they address you wrong. (With ur permission ofc.)

Baji's love for you will never change, your such a sweet person to him and you have a very special place in his heart. how cute

༚༅༚˳❃˳༚༅༚

ʚ Mitsuya Takashi ɞ

Mitsuya always showed how much he loved you, weather it was through gifts, actions, or words you always knew. So why were you in doubt of Mitsuya? Would he really just stop loving you? Ever since you made the final decision that you are indeed non-binary you’ve been terrified to tell anyone. At some point he’d need to know though, it’s scary even when you see him it feels like a big secret. You two already had plans to hang out tonight at his house, but was this good timing?

It was already too late to think about it, you found you and Mitsuya sitting on his bed just talking about your lives and what’s been going on. It hit your mind again, is this good timing? He literally just asked if anything new is going on in your life, how do you tell him though? Beat it around the bush or straight forward?

“Um y/n is something wrong.” I guess you were quiet for too long and zoned out a bit, his voice was so soft and gentle. Yes now is good timing.

“Um Mitsuya..I have something to tell you and it’s kind of big.” Mitsuya grew a worried expression once you said it was a big thing, so many possibilities filled his mind. Your both stressed out now.

“Mitsuya I’m non-binary.” As that sentence left your mouth you started to hold your breath, hoping, praying, wishing everything would still be the same without any change.

“Y/n! I’m so happy for you, that’s great!” He said with a smile on his face. You let yourself breathe now, he was okay with it? So bizarre but not really..

“Y/n I hope you know this won’t change anything though, your still the y/n I fell in love with.” His words broke through all the bad thoughts and endings you started to think of, Mitsuya really did accept you.

In fact Mitsuya has been questioning himself too, he’s been studying all kinds of pronouns, sexualities, and overall what he wants his identity to be. So he understand and you two will work with each other to help you guys find your true selves!

beep boop, aha I procrastinated this a lot bc of schoolwork so sorry for not posting for two days 😅 Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this one! Remember you're all valid, don’t let anyone get you down your so special in this world no matter what you identify as or who you love. 🤎

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fallen-gravity · 3 years

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Intellectual Adequacy

Stan hates to start any unnecessary conflict, especially when there’s a very real chance that Ford will be moving to California next year, but he knows deep down that if they don’t talk about this now then he’ll never have the courage to bring it up again.

“Wait,” Stan shouts to Ford, and he stops dead in his tracks.

Notes: In which one little plot bunny that was preventing me from getting any work done becomes its own rabbit hole.

I genuinely cannot believe that in the six-seven years I've been in this fandom, I've never tried my hand at the fix-it-fic where Stan and Ford just talk it out as teenagers, just like they should've in canon. I've seen a lot of different approaches, but I feel like I've yet to see one that tackles it from the perspective of Stan's own battle with his self-worth, rather than the actions he or Ford have already taken.

AO3

Stan hates the principal’s office more than anywhere else in the world.

He swears, he’s called down every other week for something that’s not even his fault. He punched Crampelter in the nose for harassing some poor freshman? Principal’s office. He talks back to a teacher calling his classmate stupid for forgetting an “obvious” geometry equation? Principal’s office. He accidentally drops his pencil during an exam and bends over to pick it up? He must be cheating. Principal’s office.

If you asked him, the whole idea of sending kids to the principal’s office is pointless to begin with. Oh, you did something bad, and now we’re gonna make the big man in charge tell your mommy and daddy? How old do these people think they are?

Stan wishes he could say that this time is okay because they’re not even talking to him. They’re talking up a storm to Ford in there about another college scholarship and all the reasons why he and he alone would be the perfect candidate for some random school all the way out in California

But it’s not okay, because the longer Stan sits in the dumb waiting room the more he’s starting to feel like chopped liver. They’ve been in there for at least five minutes with no sign of stopping anytime soon, but every time Stan asks the secretary if he can just go back to class already she dismisses him with a wave of her hand and it’ll be your turn soon, sit back down.

He’s thinking of just sneaking out the next time the secretary buries her nose back into her magazine. It’s simple: just wait for her to pull it out from her desk, sneak by as quick as he can, and slip out the door and back to class before she can even notice he’s gone.

He stands from his chair, pretending to stretch and preparing to execute, but freezes solid when he hears his name being spoken from within the principal’s office.

“…What about our little free spirit Stanley?”

It’s Ma, and whatever it is they’re talking about in there, she isn’t happy about it. Frowning, Stan glances over at the secretary to make sure that she isn’t staring at him, and presses his ear to the office door to listen to their conversation more carefully.

The principal laughs in response. “That clown? At this rate he’ll be lucky if he graduates high school”

Stan’s taken aback by the harsh choice of words, but if he knows Ford, then he won’t just sit there and let the principal talk about him like that. He presses his ear further into the door, waiting for Ford to interrupt the principal’s rambling about how he’s never going to amount to anything with you just don’t know him like I do, or something along those lines, but it never comes.

Not a single interjection that…anything he’s saying is wrong. Not from Pa, not from Ford….and not even from Ma.

They don’t…all really believe that, right?

There has to be something else he’s missing. He bets they’re defending his honor right now, and the reason they’re not making a big scene about it is because they’re in public.

Yeah.

He’s got nothing to worry about.

He peeks into the window, expecting to see Ma glaring daggers into the principal, or Ford silently cursing him out behind his back, but what he’s met with is so much worse. Ma and Pa are exchanging warm smiles, and Ford is frantically shaking hands with the principal, beaming brighter than Stan’s ever seen in his entire life.

Matter of fact, Stan’s not sure he’s ever seen any of them look so happy in his entire life.

He’s worthless, he’ll never go anywhere, and they’re all smiling about it.

Stan’s heart drops to his stomach, and he slides to the floor to join it.

Is this some kind of cruel joke? Were they expecting him to listen in on their conversation? Is this their cruel workaround of telling him he’ll never amount to shit?

He sighs.

He stays there on the cold tiled floor for what feels like hours, contemplating all the times he’s been called dumb, or stupid, or a terrible influence on his brother. All of those times when he could brush it off just because it was coming from someone he didn’t care about.

But worthless?

Behind his back, spoken directly to people he loves, and they won’t even bother to defend him?

That one’s new, and if Stan is going to be completely honest with himself, it’s much harder to brush off his shoulders than all those other times.

Stan doesn’t even notice the office door opening until it nearly smacks him in the back of his head. He quickly jumps to his feet and brushes himself off, pretending the best that he can that he wasn’t just eavesdropping on them for the past ten minutes.

“Stanley!” Ford comes bursting out of the room, his grin threatening to split his face in two. “I just received the most incredible news! The admissions team at West Coast Tech heard about my science fair project, and-”

The beam suddenly slips from his face, replaced with some sort of mix of confusion and concern. “Is...Something wrong?”

Stan rubs at his eyes to make sure he hadn’t started tearing up without realizing it, but no, his eyes are bone dry.

Curse Ford’s stupid ability to read his mind.

Stan covers up the gesture of rubbing at his eyes with a yawn, and stretches his arms in the air. “Nothing except you taking forever in there” he flashes a fake smile easily. “Talk about a blabbermouth, am I right?” Stan gestures towards the principal with his thumb.

Ford laughs, and returns his gaze to the pamphlet in his hands. “I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t think he’s so bad”

Stan opens his mouth to quip back, but Ford doesn’t seem to be paying much attention anymore. He’s just staring at that dumb pamphlet, his grin slowly but surely returning to his face again.

Instead, Stan shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs, turning his gaze to the floor. “Yeah, I guess you’re right”

~~~

Stan feels like he’s in a haze for the rest of the day. Even when he tries to focus on class to take his mind off of things and redirect it on anything else, he can’t get his mind to stick. Not even final period gym class can save him, which is really saying something, because the gymnasium is usually the one place where he thrives.

Worthless.

The word won’t stop bouncing around in his skull, hitting him where he’s most sensitive.

It doesn’t help a thing that Ford is dead silent on their walk home from school. He’s usually chatting up a storm to Stan about stuff he doesn’t really understand, and under normal circumstances Stan can’t wait to get home so he can bury his head in his pillow and drown out the sound of Ford’s babbling.

But today he’s not even looking in Stan’s direction, just burying his nose in the West Coast Tech brochure with stars in his eyes, and now Stan wants nothing more than to hear Ford babbling on about his advanced physics classes.

It’s almost insulting.

Stan sighs, and lightly taps on Ford’s shoulder to catch his attention. “Can we talk?”

“Hmm?” Ford blinks, like he needs a few moments to readjust to reality. “Oh! Of course. I was actually planning on asking you the same thing” he places the brochure in his pocket. “Same place as always?”

Stan nods. “Same place as always”.

It’s a quick change of direction and a shortcut to the beach before they find themselves on their old swing set. By now they’re both too heavy to use it properly without a risk of snapping it, but they still find it’s a good place to go when they just need to get away and talk.

“You’re not really thinking of going to that stuffy old school, are you?” Stan asks as soon as Ford sits on the swing beside him. “They’ve gotta be crazy if they think four more years of essays and exams are better lookin’ than tanned babes and gold chains. We’re so close to finishing up the Stan-O-War. Soon as graduation rolls around we’re outta here, just like we always promised”.

Ford chuckles. “That is a nice thought, but…” he pulls the brochure out of his pocket again, and unfolds it for Stan to see. “You have to understand that I can’t just pass up an opportunity like this. Maybe I don’t need a degree from any old state school, but this is West Coast Tech we’re talking about!” he beams, the stars returning to his eyes. “They’ve got cutting edge technology and multidimensional paradigm theory”

Stan rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but admit to himself it’s nice to have his brother back again after an entire day of radio silence.

“Beep boop, giant nerd robot oncoming” Stan punches Ford in the arm.

Ford’s grin only widens. “I figured you’d say that, but it’s too late to change my mind. The head of admissions already flew in this morning, and with my go-ahead they’re going to check out my science fair project later tonight and let me know then and there if they want me at their school”

“Well that seems kind of harsh” Stan quips. “What if they say no?”

Ford shrugs. “Well, then it’s like you said. If they don’t want me, you and I sail off on the Stan-O War and never look back”.

Stan frowns at the strong emphasis on if. He really thinks he’s going to get this, doesn’t he? Stan can’t exactly blame him when he’s been the reigning valedictorian of their class every year since they were kids.

“And if they say yes?”

Ford grins. “Well, then you better visit me on the other side of the country” he punches Stan in the shoulder, and stands to his feet without saying another word.

Stan can’t bring himself to join him. He knows that Ford didn’t mean anything by it, but he can’t help feel wounded by his brother’s implication that while he’s off in California having the time of his life, Stan’s still gonna be stuck living with their parents in New Jersey.

It’s just like their principal said. He’ll never amount to anything anyway, so why wouldn’t he stay in New Jersey? Where else would a worthless piece of shit like him end up?

Stan shifts on his swing and watches as Ford walks away, and he can’t help but wonder just how much of the principal’s tangent that Ford believed.

All of it?

Some of it?

Had Ford even been listening to what he said at all?

As he continues to watch his brother walk away, he can’t help the feeling in his gut that he has to know. He hates to start any unnecessary conflict, especially when there’s a very real chance that Ford will be moving to California next year, but Stan knows deep down that if they don’t talk about this now then he’ll never have the courage to bring it up again.

“Wait,” Stan shouts to Ford, and he stops dead in his tracks.

“Yeah?” Ford says, turning around to face him. Stan suddenly finds himself very aware of his heart loudly pounding against his chest, but he forces himself to squash that down. He’s never felt shy or anxious about asking his brother anything, and he sure as hell isn’t letting that start now.

“You don’t…uh,” he swallows. “You don’t think I’m…worthless, do you?”

Ford looks appalled. He neatly folds the brochure back into his pocket and starts walking- no, jogging, almost sprinting back to the swing set. He pauses in front of the empty swing beside Stan for a moment, like he’s debating whether he should sit down or not, but eventually he shakes his head and sits down anyway.

“What on earth makes you say that?” There’s a hint of anger to his tone, but Stan’s not entirely convinced it’s directed at him. “Why would I think you’re worthless? You’re my twin brother! What could’ve possibly put the idea in your head that I thought that?”

There’s a tiny voice in the back of his head screaming at him to back out, brush it off with a joke and have this conversation later, but there’s an even louder voice shouting at him that it needs to be had now.

Stan sighs. “I…overheard everything in the principal’s office today”

Ford blinks, like he doesn’t understand a word that Stan just said. “About…West Coast Tech? Is this because you’re afraid that I’ll get in, but you know you won’t because you’re not even interested in applying anyway, but you know you’re going to miss me, and you’re not sure if you can handle-”

“About me, Sixer!” Stan shouts, and tries his damn hardest to ignore the waver in his voice. “He practically called me a useless piece of shit directly to Ma and Pa and neither of them said a word about it!” He scrubs his hands down his face because he’s not choking up, not over something so pointless and stupid. “You’re going to travel the world and become the smartest person the scientific community has ever seen, or whatever, but me? Apparently I’ll always be stuck here in New Jersey to pick up after everyone else’s messes, because that’s all I’m ever good for”

Stan buries his face in his hands. He hadn’t meant to blow up, and he certainly hadn’t meant to direct his anger at Ford, but he just feels so hopeless, and he’s the only one around who’s willing to listen. He wouldn’t be surprised if Ford returned with anger of his own, or told him off for being selfish, or even if he just decided to stand up and walk away from him for being such an embarrassment.

The silence that follows is thick and heavy. Stan is so convinced that he must’ve driven Ford away that when he feels a hand on his shoulder he nearly jumps a mile out of his skin. When he finally pulls his hands out of his face to meet Ford’s eyes, his face is flushed pink and he looks…embarrassed.

“Stan, I had no idea, I…” he awkwardly pulls his hand away and grips tightly to the chain of his swing. Stan can see Ford’s face shifting through about a dozen different emotions at once. “I…must’ve been too focused on everything else to realize he was saying those things about you.” He shakes his head. “I know it’s not an excuse, but…” he sighs. “I’m sorry”

There’s another bout of silence between them. Stan’s half-expecting that to be the end of it, and for Ford to walk away without another word.

But Ford breaks the silence with a sigh, and when Stan glances over at him he’s staring down at the ground.

“If it’s any consolation...you’re much smarter than me in a lot more places than you realize”

Okay, now Stan has to laugh. “Okay, now you’re being too nice to me. You don’t need to lie to make me feel better”

“I’m serious!” Ford’s cheeks flush pink again, and he adjusts his glasses before returning his gaze towards Stan. “There’s actually been a fascinating number of studies about intelligence lately, and, well…” Ford’s face is turning redder by the minute, Stan swears. “It turns out that…there’s more than one type”

Stan raises an eyebrow. “You’re losing me here, Sixer”

“Well, you see, I thrive in academic intelligence. Math, science, history, you know, school stuff. That’s the most commonly known type of intelligence because a lot of our formative years are based on it”

Stan doesn’t say anything, just raises his eyebrow even further.

“But,” Ford continues quickly, “They’ve also made discoveries about the existence of social intelligence”

“Social?” Stan blinks, suddenly finding himself significantly more interested. “You mean like talking to people and stuff?”

Ford nods. “Precisely. They say people with high social intelligence are much better at picking up on social cues, and can make friends with others much easier than those with lower social intelligence.” Ford kicks at the sand. “The reason social intelligence hasn’t been recognized is because it’s often mistaken for having a friendly personality”. His face flushes pink again, like he’s afraid he said the wrong thing. “Not that a person can’t have both, but…”

Stan smirks, nudging at Ford with his elbow. “Stanford Pines, are you calling your good-for-nothing brother intelligent?” He teases, but can’t help the genuine smile creeping to his face.

“Think about it!” Ford throws an arm into the air, the other one tightly gripped on the swing to prevent himself from falling off. “Every time Ma and Pa leave us in charge of the shop so they can go to Atlantic City for the weekend, who’s the one bringing in all the customers? Who’s the one selling out our daily stock less than two hours after we’re open? You are, Stan, just by being yourself. You know how to persuade people into buying our stock at ten times the listed price.”

“You can’t learn that from twelve years of public school. They can try to teach you, but at the end of the day it’s all about your ability to connect with people” Ford rubs at his arm. “I’ve tried teaching myself those kinds of tricks for years, but at the end of the day…” he shakes his head. “I’ve never been able to catch up.” He smiles. “I raise my white flag to you, Stan. You’ve outsmarted the smartest brother in the world”

Stan chuckles. “Try telling that to Principal Comb-over. He hears you saying the so-called dumbest clown in the entire school system is smarter than you and he’s going to cart you away to the loony bin”

Ford laughs. “You know, now that I think about it, there may actually be a way to tell him off for what he said about you and get away with it scott-free”

Stan raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? How so?”

Ford smirks. “I think you should try to graduate out of spite”

Stan’s not sure he follows. “Whaddya mean?”

“I mean, think about it” Ford stands from his swing and begins to pace back and forth. “The principal called both of us down even though he only wanted to speak to me, and then he talked shit about you even though he knew you were sitting right outside his door?” he pauses in his pacing. “Stan, he knew that you could hear him. Maybe he didn’t intend for you to listen in when he was talking to Ma and Pa about my scholarship opportunity, but he knew you’d be listening the moment you were brought up in the conversation”

That’s…true. Stan was just about to sneak out before he heard them say his name.

“He’s expecting you to fail, and he wants to put it in everyone else’s head too. He thinks it’s the easy way out, because if you choose to fail out on your own than he doesn’t have to take responsibility for being such a shitty educator. It gives him the chance to say look how he didn’t even try instead of look at how we failed him.”

“But if you proved him wrong? Imagine the look on his face when he has to be the one to place that diploma in your hand. Imagine him having to look you dead in the eyes and tell you he’s proud of you. You’ll know he’s speaking bullshit, but he knows he can’t talk shit about you anymore without making himself look bad.” Ford smirks. “Matter of fact, imagine the looks on the faces of everyone who’s ever doubted you walking across that stage. Pa alone is gonna have a heart attack”

Ford’s smile softens. “I already know that you’re much smarter than you’re given credit for, and I think it’s about time that everyone else recognizes that too”.

Stan’s cheeks burn red, and he shyly kicks at the sand. “Heh, thanks. I appreciate it.” He says. “But even if I did manage to graduate, what am I supposed to do with a high school diploma? Every job application I’ve been skinning through recently says college, college, college”

“Well…” Ford taps at his chin. “Then why not go out for college?”

Okay, now he’s taking things too far.

“Pardon?” Stan mocks, because if Ford thinks that Stan’s going to willingly take four more years of classes than maybe he should be carted away to a loony bin.

“I’m serious!” Ford blushes. “Maybe not a high intensity school like West Coast Tech, but college is so much more freeing than high school, Stanley. It’s not class after class on subjects that other people tell you to take. It’s personalized. If you hate science class so much, you never have to take another science class again”

Ford’s blush darkens. “I know that school is a big drag and all, but if you asked me?” he averts his gaze. “I think you’d really benefit from business school. Charisma and social intelligence is the number one thing that big name businesses are looking for, and I know you’re filled to the brim with both. Ultimately it is your decision, but…” Ford fiddles with his thumbs. “Just…just consider it, okay?”

For a brief moment, Stan just wants to burst out into hysterical laughter. Ford’s been offered the opportunity of a lifetime at one of the best schools in the country, and he’s still taking the time to help out his good-for-nothing brother who’s been cheating off of his exams for the past ten years.

Instead he settles for a roll of his eyes. “Alright, Professor Poindexter, I’ll consider it”

Ford giggles at that, and for a few moments neither of them says anything, watching the waves gently lapping on the beach in the short distance. It’s a comfortable silence, a reassuring sort of feeling that Stan hasn’t felt in a long time.

The frantic beeping of Pa’s wristwatch interrupts them, and both boys flinch at the sound in unison. For a moment Stan is worried that Pa’s standing behind them having heard every word, but when he glances over at Ford, he sees him rolling up his shirt sleeve to reveal that he’s the one wearing the watch, and clicks the alarm off.

“Pa made me borrow it so I wouldn’t be late for the presentation with the school board” he rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. “I’ll probably give it back as soon as I get home tonight”

Stan smirks. “You still hate the sound of that thing too, huh?”

“I can still hear it in my nightmares,” Ford exaggerates, his eyes going wide, and the twins burst into laughter as they both stand from the swings and stretch their arms and legs to wake them up from sitting for so long.

Ford wipes at his eye as he fidgets with the wristwatch. “So…do you think you’re going to be okay?”

That in itself is a pretty loaded question that could take him all night to answer, but all things considering…

“Yeah,” Stan smiles. “I think I’ll be okay”

Ford smiles back, and gestures with his thumb towards the direction of the pawn shop. “Then I’m going to head home and get ready for my presentation. You coming?”

Stan shakes his head. “I think I’ll stay out here and just…watch the ocean for a little while longer”

Ford’s smile softens, but he doesn’t say anything else. He turns heel and walks back towards the house, and it feels as though a giant weight has just been lifted off of Stan’s chest. He glances back to watch Ford go, but finds comfort in the feeling that he feels nothing at all.

~~~

Nearly five hours later, Stan sits at home, watching television on the couch to pass the time. Just out of the corner of his eye he sees Ford slip into the kitchen and gently click the door closed. Stan shuts the TV off, and spins around on the couch to face his brother.

“Well?” Stan asks, though he knows he doesn’t even need to bother asking, given that Ford looks like he’s about to burst. With a shaking hand, Ford reaches into his pocket and pulls out a glinting white envelope.

If he’s trying to keep an air of mystery about it, he’s doing a really bad job, because all at once his composure breaks and the smile that spreads across his face looks as though it could burn out the sun.

“They loved me!” He shouts, excitedly pacing the floor. “They told me they’ve never seen anyone else like me!”

His smile is so contagious that it hurts.

Perhaps another day, in another timeline, Stan would take offense to Ford’s excitement to bounce off to the other end of the country without him. Perhaps he’d even lash out, or do something he would’ve immediately regretted.

But here and now, Stan couldn’t be happier for his brother if he tried.

#my writing #gravity falls #stan twins #stan pines #ford pines

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spicymayo1983 · 3 years

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Hiya. Happy mother's day to all the mommies and other parental guardian figures out there. I actually prefer to call it guardian day but that's just me. Lol.

Your relationship with Poe Dameron changed quickly as soon as he found out that you were expecting his child. You have moved in with him so he can be there for every milestone, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem.

Things aren't quite as smooth as you thought they would be. You are the target of malicious gossip, with people you thought were your friends accusing you of deliberately getting pregnant.

You are also either throwing up or in pain constantly.

On top of that Poe is called to battle.

Will things continue to be blissful for you or will disaster come calling?

Warnings, oral sex, some pregnancy complications, smut. Gossip. Not for anyone under 18. This is mainly soft and sweet baby daddy Poe. Lol.

Flirting with disaster part 3

At your age you've never lived with the opposite sex before. Moving in with Poe was a giant leap for both of you.

His sparsely decorated bachelor pad certainly needed a woman's touch, you thought with a deep sigh, and where on earth was the baby going to sleep?

On top of that you are having what feels like the worst pregnancy in the entire galaxy and you're less than 3 months along.

Poe is trying his best to be a loving, supportive partner. He pampers you with massages, extra kisses and cuddles and hot baths.

How on earth did I get so lucky?

It's early in the morning, you're both awake and Poe is needed urgently for an intelligence briefing.

You're standing in the doorway of his bathroom, your bathroom now, actually, watching him shave with a towel wrapped around his waist.

It's one of those rare mornings when you actually feel halfway decent and you're not in pain or throwing up.

You want him, badly, but General Organa needs him more.

"What's going on?" You ask, getting up behind him and wrapping your arms affectionately around his waist.

"I don't know". Poe replies with a deep sigh. "Something about a superweapon, sorry I don't have more details".

"Will the black squadron be deployed?" You ask, tears welling in your eyes.

"I don't know". Poe replies with a deep sigh, turning around and embracing you in a warm, intimate hug. "I don't want to scare you but the situation sounds dangerous, this is a starkiller base".

"The resistance needs me". He finishes, leaning down and kissing you on the forehead. "Whatever happens I want you to know that I love you, and our child, more than anyone else in the galaxy. And that daddy didn't go down without a fight".

With those parting words Poe gets dressed and makes a hasty exit.

Later on that morning you learn that the black squadron was indeed called to battle. Even though Poe is the best pilot in the resistance you still worry about him.

You're terrified that he might make a snap decision that will get himself killed.

And on top of that there's the nasty rumor going around the base that you deliberately became pregnant to trap Poe and to get him to marry you.

The stress of war and malicious gossip cause you to isolate yourself from everyone. You cry yourself to sleep every night.

Early one morning you hear a light knock at the door. You open it and are surprised to see your childhood friend and fellow officer Joy Nich Talcar.

She has a huge smile on her face as she embraces you.

"How are you feeling?" She asks. "How's the baby doing?"

"Our baby is a little restless". You reply with a weak smile. "He loves waking mommy up to make her throw up".

"He? So you're having a boy?" Joy Nich asks, putting her hand on your small but growing bump.

"Officially we don't know yet but unofficially I just know we're having a boy, a little Poe". You reply, your smile broadening. "So what's this I hear about gossip?"

"Lizkei is spreading lies that you trapped him, deliberately got pregnant to force him to stay around".

Joy Nich explains, shaking her head a little. "But I wouldn't worry about her, she's just jealous".

"I hate being talked about". You reply with a deep sigh. "I thought she was my friend too".

"Be prepared to deal with a lot of this". Your friend warns. "There's a lot of other women and men who envy you and wish that they were in your shoes".

Victory, sweet, glorious victory.

The next evening Poe Dameron and the black squadron make their triumphant return to the base.

Poe is a hero. He fired the shots that destroyed the starkiller. As soon as he sees you he embraces you and plants a passionate kiss on your lips.

"How are my two favorite people doing?" He asks, wrapping his arms around you.

"I was worried sick about you but otherwise I'm fine". You reply, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'm relieved to see you come home all in one piece".

BB-8 is not far behind him. Poe's other faithful companion is warming up to you. You lean down and pat the Droid on his metallic head and he gives you a few appreciative beeps and boops in return.

Once back inside your quarters Poe is so exhausted from the battle that he gets undressed and collapses in bed and immediately falls asleep.

You join him, he immediately wraps his arm around your waist, pulls you close and starts to kiss and nuzzle your neck.

"I thought you were sleeping". You tell him with a slight laugh, his gentle kisses tickling you.

"I was, but we both know I can't resist the beautiful mother of my child for long". Poe tells you with a slight laugh as he continues the kisses and gently brushes his erect cock against your soft skin.

You roll around to face him. Poe begins to gingerly caress your burgeoning belly with tears of absolute joy in his eyes.

As he leans in and tenderly kisses you on the lips Poe gently rubs your belly, he begins to nuzzle your neck in that soft, delicate way that you find irresistible.

You begin to run your fingers through his hair, he bites his lip a little in pleasure as his hand goes lower on your body.

Poe delicately begins to massage and tease your wet folds, causing you to snuggle closer to him as he's doing it, softly moaning his name into his ear.

"I love you so much". Poe whispers back. "Can I be inside of you? I want to be surrounded by your warm body, I'm craving you".

"Of course". You whisper to him.

You turn your back to him and Poe wraps his arms gently around you. He slowly and teasingly penetrates you, causing you to shudder in pleasure as you feel his thickness stretch your tight walls.

Poe is kissing the back of your neck as you gently rock your entwined bodies together.

You whimper softly as you can feel your walls gently squeeze and pulse on his hard cock. Poe gives the back of your neck a few playful, gentle nibbles as he cums, filling you to the brim with his hot seed.

Afterwards the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms, the stubble on his face tickling the smooth skin on your neck.

Things are peaceful, Poe is home safe after saving the entire resistance and the severe morning sickness seems to be calming down.

But will the rest of your pregnancy be as smooth as this or are you in for some more rough patches?

End of part 3

#poe dameron #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x reader #star wars #star wars smut #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine

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rwbyvein · 3 years

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 806: Clear the Air: Part I / III

Ciel Soleil stood in front of General Ironwood's desk and saluted. Ironwood returned her salute. "At ease." he stated, and she stood at the parade position At-Ease. "First off all, this meeting is classified as Top Secret. You are not to share anything covered in this meeting with anyone other than myself, Specialist Winter Schnee, Doctor Pietro Polendina, Team RWBY, the remnants of Team JNPR, Professors Qrow Branwen and Taiyang Xiao Long. Is that understood?"

"Understood!" Ciel loudly affirmed.

"Second," General said, softer this time, "while I appreciate you are on track to become an Atlas Special Operations Command Operative, you are not yet part of the military. This is not a comment on your abilities, as you have proven quite loyal and exceptional."

"Yes, Sir!" Ciel loudly affirmed.

"My point being that any requests I make of you here are not orders, but requests, and you will have the full right to refuse without penalty. If you refuse, you will head right back to the track you were on."

"Understood, Sir." Ciel stated, "I do not see why I would refuse your request, Sir."

Ironwood breathed in deep before continuing. "Penny Polendina was the first robots capable of using Aura." He paused, and while Ciel seemed shocked, she was doing her best to hide it. "This is why you were selected to aid her, as we were not sure how well she could socialize. But, it turns out it was surprisingly well. At least if she met the right people. Now, PENNY's frame has been rebuilt, and the new unit refers to herself as Penthesilea. Her first act was to return to her friends, in a classified location. All communication with this location, and movement to and from are classified on the same lines as this meeting, understood?"

"Understood, Sir." Ciel.

"My request, and remember it is a request, not an order or a demand, is to proceed to this location and aid Penthesilea as much as you can. Reminder that is a request, and that refusal will in no way affect your path to becoming an Atlas Specialist."

"I am honoured, Sir." Ciel replied. "If I follow this request, how will my studies be affected?"

"You are already near graduation." Ironwood stated, "Professor Xiao Long is at the location, and Team RWBY and Team JNR are certified huntsmen. If you fulfill my request, I will take this as fulfilling all remaining graduation requirements. You will graduate with your current grade, which, I must say, is one of the best in the academy. You will, however, not receive any additional public honours for fulfilling this request, as it is secret."

"I would have your respect, Sir." Ciel stated, and Ironwood developed a weak smile, leaning forward.

"You would."

Ciel then stood to attention and saluted, "Then I accept, Sir."

"Thank you." Ironwood stated, "Prepare your things to depart for an unknown duration."

"Yes, Sir." Ciel stated, and saluted, and Ironwood returned her salute.

* * *

Winter Schnee walked into General Ironwood's office. She saluted and he returned the salute. "At-ease." he stated, and she stood At-Ease. "I would like to thank you for your prompt report."

"Of course, Sir."

"From now on, all communication, or reference to that location will remain classified at the highest level."

"Of course, Sir."

Ironwood then let out a smile, "And you still have leave to finish."

"But, Sir?" she asked.

"The investigation is still undergoing for your previous assignment. Once it's complete, I will need you to lead the assault. Until then, you are still on leave, and I recommend you spend time with your sister. At the very least, you can be there if something else happens."

"Yes... sir." she said.

"If you are returning there, I would ask you to take Ciel Soleil along with you."

"Yes, Sir." she eagerly replied.

* * *

Winter sat in the pilot seat with Ciel beside her. "So?" Winter asked her, "You are on tract to becoming a Specialist?"

"Yes." Ciel succinctly but eagerly replied.

"From what I understand?" Winter asked, "Your grades have been exemplary, and have been approached by General Ironwood before for assignments."

"Indeed." Ciel stated. "Though at the time I did not understand the full scope of what was being expected of me. I do hope I had not disappointed the general."

Winter let out a momentary smile followed by a quick, light blue flush that she was quickly able to quash. "General Ironwood is incredibly rational." Winter stated, "He will take everything into account, and the simple fact is that if he was disappointed, he would not have given you your assignment."

"Request." Ciel simply stated.

"Pardon?" Winter asked.

"General Ironwood repeatedly referred to it as a request, and explicitly stated my entry into the Atlas Special Operations Command Unit would not be affected. Ciel looked over to find Winter in the middle of a light blue flush that she once again quickly quashed. "Specialist?" Ciel asked.

"Sorry, just impressed by the General's acumen."

"Of course." Ciel stated.

* * *

Aurora walked up to the bed that Jaune was laying with, with Ruby and Blake by his sides. "Sir?" she asked.

"And I'm still a Sir." Jaune grumbled, "Yes, Aurora?"

"I have family news." she stated.

"Then?" Jaune asked, "If our in-laws don't mind watching the prisoner, let's get everyone together."

"Are you sure you're up for it? Blake asked.

"It's not like I have anywhere else to be." Jaune grumbled.

* * *

"Friend-Jaune?" Penthesilea asked, "Oh, Friend-Ruby, is it your turn to cuddle Friend-Jaune?"

"Yep." Ruby stated, "And if Jaune's staying in bed for the meeting, so am I."

"Will Friend-Jaune be?.." Penthesilea asked.

"He's staying." Blake stated, "I'm not giving up my bed warmer."

"Plus," Ruby added, "I'm pretty sure he still should stay in bed."

"There is that." Blake said with playfulness.

"Pen?" Jaune asked.

"Oh, yes, Friend-Jaune, we have all collected."

Jaune grumbled as he pulled himself up to the sitting, and the and sheet slid off of them. He pulled it up as Ruby and Blake sat up and snuggled into him. "So, what's up? I mean, report? Report."

"Yes, Sir." Aurora said with a bright smile. "For first item, radar can reasonably purchased for around $2,000 Lien. I have a shortlist of reputable suppliers and models."

"Uh-huh?" Jaune asked, "You pick." Aurora just stared at him with a blank expression of her tree-frog coloured face. Jaune looked between the others, with everyone deferring to him. He then looked back to Aurora, "I would trust you choice a lot more than mine."

"Oh, yeah, definitely." Ruby stated.

"Your acumen is excellent." Weiss stated.

"Unless Pen knows anything about it." Ruby stated.

"I am afraid that my and PENNY's collective runtime is currently under two years."

"Wait, what?" Yang asked.

"I was created to be Father's daughter." Penthesilea stated.

"But?" Ruby asked, and pushed the blanket away to make robotic movements, "Beep-bop-boop."

"I am not the one who designed my hardware." Penthesilea stated, "Nor did PENNY fully understand the full operation of her hardware."

"They're different?" Nora asked. "I mean, Penthesilea LOOKS different from Penny, but?.."

"My current frame was designed to reconfigure as the demands of combat change." Penthesilea stated.

"And, perchance, what exactly does that mean?" Weiss asked.

Well, for one." Penthesilea stated, and the wings reappeared, "I can have wings, gravitic and reaction-thrusters in my feet." she said, as the jets in her feet lit up, pushing her in to the air, "and I can summon weapons as I please." she stated, and he spear and shield appeared. They all disapperaed and she quickly dropped to the ground, not seeming to react to he impact.

"Please don't break our house?" Blake asked, causing Yang to snicker.

"Anyways?" Jaune asked.

"For the second, unfortunately it seems you can only have one llama with a herd, and they do not cooperate with guard dogs."

"WHAT?!" Nora asked.

"I did say unfortunately." Aurora replied.

"So?" Weiss asked, "We have to pick between guard dogs and a guard llama."

"It seems," Aurora continued, and everyone turned to her, "that if llamas lack a herd of their own, they will form one with whatever is white and fluffy around them."

"Sheep!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Indeed, Ms. Rose." Aurora stated.

"Wait?" Ruby asked, "Jaune gets Sir, but I get Ms.?"

"My mistress is also my mistress." Aurora simply stated.

"And wouldn't it be Misses Rose?" Yang asked, "I kind of want to be a Misses."

"If she was a Misses," Aurora replied, "It would be Misses Arc, and that would lead to extensive confusion."

"You could just call us by our names." Jaune stated.

"The effrontery?" Aurora asked.

"I think she likes being beneath us." Blake stated, and Yang started to snicker, but when she looked at Blake, Blake was giving her a more serious look.

"Wait, you're serious?" Yang asked.

"She did kind of tell us the thing." Ruby stated.

"For the record?" Aurora asked, and everyone looked at her, "I did."

"Isn't the equivalent?" Ren asked, "Madame?"

"It is." Weiss stated. "Following everyone's concerns, Aurora can refer to as Madame and then our given names."

"I guess that kind of puts a peg in it." Yang stated, "I kind of forgot what we were talking about. Wasn't it llamas, or something?"

"Super guard llamas!" Ruby exclaimed.

"We can't guarantee we'll get one with Aura, Darling." Weiss said to her.

"Llamas are surprsingly intelligent." Aurora stated, "If they trained with Aura users, they have been known to pick up Aura."

"Like Zwei, that adorable thing?" Weiss asked.

"SWEET!" Nora exclaimed.

"They do live for up to 30 years in captivity, giving individual guard llamas a a productive life of over 20 years, dramatically increasing the chances of it learning to use Aura."

"I think that settles it." Blake stated, and everyone looked at her, "It seems we would all like to see a guard llama."

"SSWWEEEETT!" Nora exclaimed. "Can I wrestle with it?"

"Yeah?" Jaune asked, "Just make sure you don't go overboard." He then turned to Ren.

"Of course." he said in reply.

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #pollinated knight

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my-one-true-l · 3 years

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Can I have a drabble of L and Kathryn having their own mini prom together? Just something they can do to take their minds off the Kira case for a while.

Hello Dearest Mello-Dramatics! My Heart!!! I absolutely adore this ask and am continued to be floored when I get a request for these two!🖤🖤🖤🖤

A/N: Kathryn is the main OC from my fic Somewhere Called Home.

L and Kathryn sat together on the sofa, leaning against the other as they looked through pictures of Kathryn’s prom. Normally such an activity would never hold his interest, but lately he was finding the life of his newest resource fascinating.

“And this was everyone doing the Electric Slide.” Kathryn turned the page of the photo album and laughed. “See? You didn’t miss much not going to public school.”

L pressed his thumb to his lip, hunching closely next to her. “On the contrary. It would appear I missed out on quite a lot.” With a lanky finger, he tapped a picture of a younger Kathryn, dressed in layers of lavender satin. “You looked lovely.”

“Why Detective, you flatter me so,” she spoke in a forced Mid-Atlantic accent.

“It was merely an observation, a subjective one, but an observation nonetheless.” He smirked at her playfully.

“I’m taking the compliment.” She grinned as she closed the book, hiding away forgotten memories for safekeeping.

“Was it fun?” He blurted out with no prelude to the abrupt question.

“What? The prom? I mean, I guess so. It was a lot of pomp and circumstance for something that was basically a High School dance, but yeah. It was fun.” She tipped her head quizzically at him, her eyes holding a hint of sadness. “Why do you ask?”

“As you know, I began my work at a young age, and though I enjoy it thoroughly, it would be interesting to have experienced things others did when they were teenagers.” He gripped his hands around his shins as he cast his eyes to the tops of his bent up knees. “It’s also apparent you enjoy such activities. I surmise spending all your time investigating Kira has become monotonous to you.”

She smiled softly at him. “I knew what I was getting into when I joined the The Task Force.”

“Speaking of which, there is evidence that needs my attention.” L rose from the sofa and headed to his computer.

“Can I help?”

“Not at the moment, no,” He lied. He wanted to give her a chance to do something, anything that wasn’t the case. It was the least he could do for monopolizing her time. She may have been one of his Task Force members, but somewhere along the way she had become something more and he wanted her to be happy. “Feel free to take the afternoon off. I’m sure there’s something you would like to do that doesn’t involve Kira.”

She narrowed her eyes, a slight grin tugging at one corner of her mouth. “Yeah…I’m sure I’ll think of something…”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Darkness had fallen over Tokyo. L was perched in front of his computer when the familiar beep boop boop chimed its muffled melody from his pocket, a ringtone he had assigned to Kathryn exclusively. Checking the text message, he smiled, curiosity immediately getting the best of him.

On the roof. Meet me there.

“Watari, I’m stepping out for the moment. I wish not to be disturbed unless it pertains to the Kira case.”

Without waiting for a response, he headed out of his suite and climbed the stairs to the roof, not prepared for what awaited him there, eyes widening at Kathryn’s handiwork.

White twinkle lights draped from the metal railings and scaffolds, subtle flickers reminiscent of a thousand fireflies on a summer night. A song drifted quietly on the breeze and echoed in ethereal tones, its origins most likely from a radio tucked out of sight. Kathryn stood before him, framed by satellites and helicopters. Black lace fell in uneven hems along her form, fitted into a bodice that resembled a corset around her slight curves. Black kitten heels lined with velvet bows and frilly ribbons gave her a couple of inches added to her height, as did the her hair that was swept up into a pile on her head and held in place with faux diamond clips. She looked beautiful, but it was her smile that made her stunning to him.

“What’s all this?” He scuffed closer to her. “Are those the lights that line your room back in Headquarters?”

“Mhmm.” Her eyes reflected the gentle glow of the tiny bulbs. “I figured since you never went to the prom...”

“This was very thoughtful.” His smile was soft, not used to being the recipient of such fanfare. Taking his hand from his pocket, he held it out towards her, an almost imperceptible tremble accompanying the gesture. “May I have this dance?”

Her amber eyes locked into his greyish-blue stare as she placed her hand in his. “My Darling Detective…I thought you’d never ask.”

#Death Note #L Lawliet #Death Note OC #L X Kathryn #Lathryn #Ask #Answered #Request #Mello-Dramatics

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mewmewchann · 3 years

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Making assumptions on you based on your fave DFTH character

Beep boop

I saw someone doing this and thought it was funny so I gave it a shot As you can tell I kinda gave up near the end

(SPOILER WARNING FOR UP TO CHAPTER 3) (and also my terrible sense of humour)

Rantaro Amami

He was your fave in V3 and you thought he deserved better.

You were not prepared for the angst and despair he goes through.

You probably ship him with Haruto. Maybe Kokoro, Idk.

You either detest Jasper, or ship him with Jasper

*slamming table* RANTARO DESERVES BETTER

“I mean, I know that Rantaro and Tsumugi are the only shown survivors of the 52nd killing game, but there just HAS to be more survivors! The writer can’t be sadistic enough to let Rantaro suffer THAT much! Right?...Right?”

~~~

Kokoro Hikari

Oh hello Chiaki and/or Kaede stan

(insert various fan theories here)

No matter what fangan or mainline game you get into, your favourite character is always the sidekick.

You think she’s cute. Idol aesthetic is nice.

You cried with her in chapter 3 when Amai died.

You probably ship her with Rantaro.

You also probably have a billion theories on how she either isn’t the Ultimate Lucky Student or isn’t who she says she is.

You either liked Sayaka Maizono, or hated Sayaka Maizono.

You DEFINITELY relate to her obvious pining crush on Rantaro. Who WOULDN’T love this beautiful man

~~~

Jasper Shion

Hello ell gee bee tee cue community

No matter what fangan or mainline game you get into, your favourite character is always the antag.

(insert even more fan theories here)

You find his twisted personality endearing. How’d he end up this way? Nobody knowssss

You either like Nagito and Ouma, or HATE Nagito and Ouma.

You probably had a heart attack when the perspective switch in chapter 3 happened.

You either ship him with Miko or Rantaro.

You’re probably in the midst of piecing together a fan-theory of what the hell his backstory is from what we’ve learned. (abusive family, ran away from home, something something cousin something something)

Oh and speaking of which,

WHO THE F U C K IS HIS COUSIN

~~~

Tsumugi Shirogane

“Wait, why does she look and act different?”

You’ve probably written out a fan theory on how she somehow isn’t the mastermind.

Idk what else to put here

~~~

Haruto Sora

You’re a theatre kid. ...No, no punchline. You’re a theatre kid.

THERE’S NOOOO BUSINESS LIKE SHOOOOOW BUSINESS LIKE NOOOO BUSINESS I KNOOOOOOW

You either fell in love with him in chapter 1 or in chapter 2.

You ship him with either Rantaro or Sachiko.

Your fave in V3 was probably Kaito.

You probably listened to Rent at some point.

~~~

Sachiko Akahana

Oh hello Maki stan

You’re a sucker for badass women who can kick your ass.

You’re probably interested in her backstory. (in that art where her torso is kinda exposed she has scars on her chest? Where did they come from???)

You probably ship her with Haruto.

Adding onto that, you either shipped Kaimaki in V3, or hated Kaimaki in V3 because of how unrealisticly it progressed and think Haruchiko does it better.

~~~

Miko Tsunade

You want to give him a hug

No matter what fangan or mainline game you get into, your favourite character is always the precious cinnamon roll.

You find his naivete and general mannerisms cute.

You almost definitely ship him with Ayano.

You DEFINITELY cried with him in chapter 3.

You’re interested in his backstory, but you don’t want to push.

BUT SERIOUSLY WHAT THE F U C K HAPPENED TO HIS PARENTS

~~~

Kaoru Odayaka

“Aw c’mon, the cinnamon bun HAS to live until at least chapter 4! Right?...Ri-”

You cried a lot in chapter 1.

You hate Saiko because of both the way he killed him, and why he killed him.

You think he deserved better and needed more screentime.

You want to give him a hug

~~~

Saiko Aishi

You thought he was gonna be the Kirigiri, didn’t you?

Eh whatever he’s still cool

You cried a lot in chapter 1.

“There HAS to be another reason he killed Kaoru! He couldn’t have just killed him for a selfish reason, right?...Right?......Ri-”

Either you actually like him, or you like how he’s written and if you met him irl you’d punch him in the face.

~~~

Yuuma Todoroki

Hello Chihiro stan

You’ve been pushing for “Yuuma best girl” ever since chapter 2 happened.

You either didn’t see the chapter 2 twist coming, or saw it coming and loved her anyway.

You either love Rikona or hate Rikona.

You want to kill Carmine. Don’t worry, all of us do.

You just wanna see her happy ^v^

~~~

Rikona Fumiko

I’m not sure if you’re a lesbian, but you probably want a tsundere girlfriend.

No matter what fangan or mainline game you get into, your favourite character is always the short girl.

You liked her despite the whole “peasant” thing before chapter 2.

“Oh shit she actually has a pretty dark backstory”

You either like Hiyoko or hate Hiyoko.

You probably ship her with Yuuma.

~~~

Amai Akuma

Hello aspec community

You’re an Ibuki stan.

You probably also do digital art and like her because of that.

You think her friendship with Kokoro is cute and that it needed more screentime.

You don’t like Ayano.

~~~

Ahmya Aika

Hello aspec and/or arospec community

You like underrated characters who need more screentime.

“She literally lost an EYE HOW IS SHE OKAY WITH THIS”

You most likely have a similar dry sarcastic sense of humour to her.

Okay, you definitely hate Ayano.

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Ayano Sunako

Sleepy anime girls are best anime girls.

“Oh shit she also has a pretty dark backstory”

You probably also have a fucked-up sleep schedule and relate to her on that.

You either loved chapter 3, or HATED chapter 3.

You DEFINITELY ship her with Miko.

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itriedandimtired · 4 years

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Birthday

a/n: GUESS WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT IS– I've had this in my draft since March, and the moment it became May I was like- “why don't I publish this on his birthday?”, so here we are! Happy Birthday Roman Sanders 😔❤✨ also thank you so much to @palette6 (is that the url? They're deactivated I can't tag them :( ) for helping me with parts of whatever this is! :D

AU: Human!AU

Genre: Hurt/comfort

WARNINGS: toxic mother, feeling bad, hint of s*x joke, a little crying as well. it will be fluff by the end tho, oh also a LOT of time skips, bad writing because I'm too lazy to edit-

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Roman jolted up on his bed.

School.

Roman thought, he gets up quickly turning to his door. That's when he stops for a second, recalling the fact he won't be going to school today. Of course, Patton was disappointed, but that was Roman's parents decision.

His parents insisted on visiting his brother, Remus. Roman had just plan to go out with Patton today, but guess his birthday can't go as well as he wishes.

Birthday.

‘One year closer to death’, as Virgil would say.

Roman sigh as he flops back onto his bed. He glance at his bags those he had packed up last night.

He will need to get ready soon.

_____(beep boop time skoop)_____

Roman dried himself up as soon as he finished taking bath. Usual morning, usual routine.

He soon changes into his outing outfit; which includes a pastel red sweater, skinny jeans, quarter white socks and his slip-on shoes.

Ding!

His phone lights up from the notifications.

Space nerd 🌌: Happy birthday, Roman.

Padre 🐶❤: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROMAN!! 💖💗💓💕

Emo nightmare 🕷: yo princey, happy birthday lmao

Okay, that made Roman smiled. God, he loves his friends so much.

He send replies to them, simple ones as his mother already called for him.

Roman shuts his phone then slips it into his pocket as he walks over to his bags, picking them up and walks outside his house in a fast pace.

He placed his bags inside the car, was ready to take a seat-

“You're not going to help your father? Really? ”

Those words from his mother hurts. He takes a deep breathe as he makes his way to his father and helps with what he could. He could tell this will be a tiring day, though anything barely starts.

_____(time skip brought to you by my love for Roman)_____

It was half-way through the journey when Roman had his earbuds on.

“Laying down my pride, I need to tell you how much I need you now.”

He leans against his window as he lets his mind drift off to the song. He loves the song, it reminds him of the time back then when he was mean to others, specifically Virgil.

He really wants to apologize, he really does. He just doesn't know how to. He just-

“ROMAN!”

He flinched at the call, quickly pulling off one of his earbuds as he stares at his mother. “Ye- yes?” He stuttered out.

“Jesus Christ, you're always with your earbuds! What are you even listening to?”

“I was listening to a song-”

“Well, does it have anything to do with your education?”

“No-”

“Then it's not worth it!”

Roman chew on his lower lips, he hates this. He doesn't like it when his mother keeps yelling at him for whatever interest he has.

“Roman, you're falling behind from your friends already. Quit disappointing me.”

Roman only nods at that, he only nods at every single words his mother yelled.

“How do you want it? How do I say it? How do I let you know that I'm sorry? ” the song played.

What a perfect timing.

_____(another time skip I'm so sorry-)_____

“Roman, pass me the tissue.”

Roman woke up from his sleep, barely awake. He passes his mother the tissue box – that's what she wanted, right? – weakly, haven't gaining his energy yet.

He swear he felt the tissue box was lift up, he swear someone had taken the tissue box from his hand. So why had it fallen when he let it go?

“Roman! God, can't you do a single thing right?!” his mother started yelling.

Roman is fully awake now, shrinking himself. He glance out of the window as his mother is still yelling, noticing how they're in front of the hotel they'll be staying at.

Only God knows how grateful he is for that.

Soon, but not soon enough, his mother stopped yelling. “Whatever, just go help your father with the bags.” Roman nods, getting out of the car to his father.

“Here, bring these. I'll bring the others.” His father said as he hands the younger male a bunch of bags. Roman takes them carefully, balancing himself and he makes his way to the hotel's main door.

“Hey, son?”

Roman stops, turning to his father.

“Happy birthday,” his father smiled.

Roman froze, before he returns the smile and whispers a soft “thank you”.

_____(last time skip I swear-)_____

Roman lies on the bed as he stares at the ceiling. He doesn't share the same room with his parents, which he thinks is a very good idea. Not only can he avoid his mother, but he could gives his parents some space if they're into.. something.

Roman chuckled at the thought, Remus had rub off on him. Then he remembered what happened that day. It's not that he's not used to is, because he is. He doesn't even know why his heart broke so much that day whenever his mother yells at him.

Could it be because it's his birthday? He doesn't know either. He never really feels like anyone care, so why is today any different? Why is his heart so sensitive specifically that day? Why are his emotions so messed up? Why-

Then he broke down. Roman burst into tears, he doesn't stop for quite a while. He doesn't know how long has he been crying, but it sure as hell feels really long.

His phone's ringing is what stopped his crying. He looks at his phone, realizing it was his friends who are calling him, and he's not in the mood for that. So he waits, until the ringing stops.

And when it does, he sighs of relief. The notification, however, changed his mind.

Space Nerd 🌌: Roman, I believe you do not want to upset Patton. I suggest you answer the phone next time.

Emo Nightmare 🕷: Dude, answer ur phone tf

Padre 🐶❤: answer the phone plsss :(

Roman stares at his phone, if Logan and Virgil agree on a thing; he knows for a fact that he should be doing whatever that is. But doesn't mean he can't disagree. Patton saying it, however–

Whatever, it was too late for that anyway.

Riiiingggg!

Or not. He sprinted to the bathroom, splashing water to his face. He messily wipes the water away before he answer the phone.

“Roman!!” Patton speaks happily, as Virgil only shows his ceiling leaving Logan to formally greet Roman.

“Hey guys! What's up?” Roman greets through the phone, Virgil then lifts up his phone revealing his eyes and eyeshadows under them. “What's up? It's your birthday, duh!” Virgil says.

“Yep! Oh, we prepared something!” Patton informed, getting up from the chair he was sitting on and sprinted to somewhere else. Roman is shocked, to say the least. This is his first birthday to celebrate with his friends, even if it's through the phone. He clearly hadn't expected anything more than a “Happy Birthday”.

However, here he is; laying on a hotel bed while he's face timing his friends, confused to why had his friends prepared something for his birthday.

Then Patton is back, with a paper in his hands. “We were planning to give it to you today, but you didn't come to school. But that's alright! I will read it out to you, alright?” Patton says cheerfully.

“Alright??” Roman answers- well, more like questioning.

“I will start with mine first! May I?”

“Of course, Patton. Go ahead.” Logan speaks, for the first time since his greet.

Patton takes a deep breath, before he starts reading the paper.

“Hola, Roman!” Roman quickly recognized the usage of Spanish, and he must admit; he's impressed that his friends even remember that he could speaks in Spanish. “If you're reading this – well more like listening now – happy birthday kiddo! I know you're going through some stuff, especially with your self-esteem–” Roman quickly teared up at the words “–but you stayed strong, and that honestly impressed me. I've always said this but, I'll always be here for you. You don't have to be afraid, because I'll fight for you just like how you Fight For Me.” Roman chuckled at the Heathers reference as he rubs his watery eyes. “Thank you, Puffball,” Roman muttered, luckily loud enough for the others to hear.

“You are very welcome! Logan, do you want to read yours by your own?” Patton asks directly at the logical male among the four. “That would be,, nice, Patton. Ahem- Roman, I'd like to wish you a happy birthday.”

It was quiet for a while, to the point Roman questioned if Logan is done. That was, until Logan speaks again.

“I also would like to let you know, you might as well be one of the greatest things that's ever happened to me. Having you as my best friend is an honor, admittedly. Though you could be loud and obnoxious at times, you still stick with me until now. I always thought friends will never be my main priority but, you proved me wrong–” Logan takes a deep breath “–I started my journey alone, until you came along. From that, the four of us got along. I am never great with emotions, so I hope you get what I mean.”

Roman was stunned, he never thought Logan out of all people would be the one who said such a thing.

“What I'm trying to say is, thank you Roman. For everything you've sacrificed, though it might looks silly, I know it means a lot to you.” Logan spoken again, which froze Roman even more. The tears he had wipe away are just coming back again threatening to fall off his eyes.

“Virgil? Would you like to read it by yourself or-”

“God- please read it for me, I don't think I have the courage.”

“Certainly,” Logan flips the paper he was holding. “Oh- I don't think me reading this would be a great option, so uh- Patton, if you'd like?” Logan phrased unsurely.

“Of course!” Patton flips his own paper before reading Virgil's letter.

“Yo, Princey. Happy birthday. So uh, y'know I'm not good with expressing feelings with words and cliches bs like this–” Patton had look confused when he reads the word ‘bs’, however let it go “–but just to let you know, I appreciate your efforts. I know you've been trying to improve yourself and trying to be less mean to me, and you're doing great. Yeah, you were a jerk and all but hey, past is the past and let's get over it. I know you feel guilty, and you're allowed to. But just know, you don't have to. And oh, another thing;” Patton smiled excitedly, before he reads out the last sentence.

“Thank you for willing to accept me, and now I'd do the same to you.”

Roman was crying, at that point. Sure, he was crying as well before they were video chatting but this time.

This time, he feels happy. He feels loved, accepted and content.

Breathlessly, he whispered “Thank you so much, for everything.”

#roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #platonic lamp #crying #ts remus #roman angst #like- at the start- that's it. only a little #hurt/comfort #lamp hurt/comfort #toxic mother tw #toxic mother #toxic parent #toxic parent tw

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luke-my-skywalker · 4 years

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Mission failed - Cal Kestis x Reader

Anonymous said: Just a pitch. Maybe a Cal Kestis x Reader where they are already in a relationship, and along some point of a hard mission Cal and the reader accidentally split up and reader gets injuried and Cal finds them and freaks out a little but all’s ok in the end? That was specific. Oops. Sorry. Thanks for anything you can put together!

“Now be careful, there could be a lot of stormtroopers out there.” Cere says as she follows you and Cal out from the Mantis. “BD-1, keep an eye on them.” The droid makes a happy sound at that.

“Don’t worry about us Cere, just make sure the ship is ready for take off as soon as we come back.” Cal says. He then wraps his arm around your shoulder. “We’ll be fine.” Cere gives you two a small smile before she nods and goes back into the ship.

“Just make sure you hurry back, I’m hungry!” Greez yells from somewhere in the ship. You chuckle as you and Cal begin to walk away from the ship. He’s constantly hungry.

After the two of you helped the rebells on Kashyyyk, they continued to stay in touch with you and sometimes asked the two of you for help. So here you are, on a spying mission, there were rumors that the stormtroopers had built up a base and were planing something big. Your mission was to find the base and try to get some important information.

As you get deeper into the jungle you’re currently walking in, Cal links his arm with yours.

“You better stay close to me, Cere’s right, there could be a lot of troopers here.” You look up at him and snort a bit.

“I can handle myself you know.” You say with a smirk, smelling a teasing challenge coming up.

“How can you be so sure? You could get distracted, and then all of a sudden walk into a trap.” He says, eyes sparkling with humor.

“Distracted you say?” And before he knows it, you push him to the side before you follow him. He stops and looks at you with raised eyebrows. “You say I could get distracted? But you were just about to walk into a trap yourself.” You say and points to the ground. On the ground lays a net which is tied to one of the nearby trees. “The mission would have been very short if you put your foot on that one.” You say with a wink before you continue to walk, leaving Cal speechless behind you. A huge smile then spreads onto his face.

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“Bee Boop?” BD-1 starts to beep. Cal stops and looks around.

“I can sense something, something’s off.” Cal then says, looking at you. You too start to look around. Well you aren’t a Jedi so you can’t sense a thing. BD-1 beeps again. Cal shakes his head as he carefully puts his hand on his lightsaber. “It feels like we’re being watched or something.” Well when you think about it, something is off. The jungle was full of noises from birds before and now it’s dead quiet. BD-1 then makes a high warning noise. Then you hear it, the sound of a rocket getting fired off.

“Watch out! Incoming!” You yell. And then it all happens so fast. The rocket hits the ground in front of you, the shock wave throws the both of you off your feet. Unfortunately, you were standing on a hill, Cal gets thrown backwards while you get thrown to the side, leaving you tumbling down into the jungle. The impact makes you black out for a short moment.

You groan when you come back to your senses after a while. You look around as you slowly gets up on your feet again. The whole world starts to spin for a while and you have to lean against a tree. Great. When the spinning stops you start to look for Cal, but he’s nowhere in sight. Double great...

“Damn troopers.” You whisper to yourself. You then put your hand on your waist, looking for your blaster...which isn’t there anymore. You groan as you let the back of your head fall against the tree. “Well this is just great! Fantastic.” You then hear voices.

“One of them fell down, we should find them here somewhere.” Kark! Stormtroopers. You begin to jog away from your place and hides in one of the many bushes. You force yourself to slow your breathing when the troopers starts to search the area. Afraid that even the smallest sound will reveal you.

You accidentally move your foot and a small branch gets broken in half. You flinch and closes your eyes tightly, hoping that they didn’t notice.

“What was that? It came from there.” Oh no, not good. You really wish you had your blaster right now. “Hey you there, get out from there.” You sigh before you slowly stand up from your hiding place. Six troopers are standing in front of you with their blasters pointed towards you.

“There you are scum.” One of them says and before you know it, that trooper fires at you. You get hit at the side of your stomach. The shot makes you lose your breath and you quickly clutches your side. You then feel how warm liquid is starting to wet your hand. You look down and see how blood is starting to seep through your fingers.

“Prepare to die scum.” You hear, you close your eyes, waiting for the end to come. But it doesn’t. Out of nowhere, you hear a lightsaber ignite and the screams from the troopers. You slowly open your eyes and you see how Cal is taking down the troopers, one by one. You’re just about to say something but your head starts to spin and you loose your balance. Cal quickly turns around and runs to you. BD-1 gives away a panicked sound.

“Hey Y/N you alright.” Cal puts his hands against your cheeks. You only groan in response, the pain is now starting to get to you even more. Cal looks down at your abdomen and he then quickly looks up into your eyes again. His green eyes are filled with concern, they get filled with panic when he sees how you’re starting to struggle to keep your eyes open. “Hey no! Stay awake alright! Don’t you dare...just hold on, please.” He then carefully picks you up, apologizing when you groan out in pain.

“Don’t let them escape!” Cal quickly cast a look behind his shoulder. More troopers are now running towards you.

“We have to hurry back to the Mantis.” BD-1 beeps at that. Cal then starts to run with you in his arms, apologizing over and over when he hear you groan in pain. He begin to panic when you’ve stopped making pained noises. And to make the situation even worse, the troopers are now firing after the two of you.

“Almost there.” Cal then breathes out when he sees the ship. “Cere, Greez, get ready for take off NOW! Y/N’s been hit and troopers are after us.” He almost yells into his comlink. Cere quickly lowers the ramp and as soon as Cal gets inside with you, she almost throws herself at the button and closes the ramp. Greez then quickly than ever, starts the ship and takes off.

Cal then stands there in the middle of the floor with you still in his arms. Both Cere and Greez walks up to him.

“Oh no.” Cere says when she sees the blood that’s still running out from you.

“Put her on he couch.” Merrin then says. Cal nods and carefully lays you down. Merrin then gets down on her knees beside you and stretches out her hands above your wound. She then starts to speak in Dathomirian and suddenly, your wound disappears. Merrin then turns to BD-1. “Droid, can i get one of your stims?” BD-1 beeps before he quickly jumps down from Cal’s shoulder and runs up to Merrin. He then throws one to the night sister and she stabs you with it. She then stands up and looks at Cal. “That should do it, she’ll be fine now.”

Cal breathes out in relief. He then takes out his comlink, he should contact Mari Kosan and tell her that the mission failed.

“Hey Mari, I-I’m sorry but the mission failed, Y/N got hurt badly, I had to take her back to the ship.” Only now does he realize that his voice is still shaky.

“That’s alright Cal, the good thing is that many of the troopers started to chase after you, we could get our squadron to their base. The most important thing is that you and Y/N are alright. We need you both alive.” Mari says, Cal smiles at that, he then wishes them good luck before he turns off his comlink.

The sound of you waking up makes him turn around quickly and he almost loses his balance. You slowly open your eyes and blink a few times. You then look at him. Cal gives you a smile before he sits down on his knees beside you. He takes your hand in his and he breathes out in relief. His other hand starts to stroke your cheek.

“You really scared me back there.” You give him an apologetic smile. He then leans down and kisses your forehead. You wrap your arms around his neck and pulls him down for a hug. Cal closes his eyes and he can’t stop the single tear that escapes from his green eyes. He’d be so lost without you, he needs you in his life. And from that moment, he decided that he would protect you from anything at all costs.

Alright so after 300 years i finally finished this one, stupid writers block. And to be honest, I don’t know what to think about this one :/

Kark is a curse word in the Star Wars universe, nerd warning! And also, Mari is from the game, if you didn’t know that one already ofc ;) And sorry if there’s any typos and stuff, english isn’t my mother language, but i’m doing my best.

#cal kestis x reader #cal kestis imagine #cal kestis #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars x reader

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