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Winter Fireflies
Summary: Despite knowing Natasha for years and dating her for a while now, you're still unaware of when her birthday is. So when Yelena lets it slip, you decide to give her a small surprise.
Authors note: Happy Birthday Natasha! 💖
Authors note 2.0: sorry this is out so late, I got distracted today lmao. Smutty birthday drabble coming later!
Word count: Marvel Masterlist Nat Masterlist
When you walk into the kitchen, you're bummed by the abscence of Natasha. You’ve been trying to track her down since you’d woken up alone in your bed, and had already looked in practicaly every other corner and crevice of the place. Thankfully the kitchen had at least been nice enough to give up Yelena, and you were sure would know her sisters whereabouts.
“Do you know where Nat is?” you ask, strolling over to the fridge for a much needed bottle of water
She shrugs, “She spends a lot of time alone on her birthdays”
You choke on the sip of water you’d just taken, “What did you just say?!”
“Oh shit” she exclaims, eyes going wide. She knew her older sister liked to keep a lot of things close to her chest, but even she hadn’t seen this coming, “She really didn’t tell you?”
“No.” you admit, turning your head away from the blonde
The two of you have been together for little over a year now, and you’ve been friends for nearly five, so the fact that you still had no idea when her birthday was left you feeling more than a bit embarrassed. Because even though nobody else knew either due to Nat having Fury wipe the more personal info from all her files, you thought that the bond the two of you had that helped forge your relationship would have changed matters for you.
Didn’t she trust you enough by now to let you in? Its not like she hadn’t opened up to you about other things. You knew about most of her experiences in the Red Room, including her massive guilt and her nightmares. You knew about the Ohio mission and her sisterly bond with Yelena. You knew about Dreykov and his abuse. So why was her birthday such an elusive subject?
Yelenas brows furrow as she registers the multitude of different emotions etched upon her features and though this is her sisters fault for not being open with you, she feels guilty for letting the meaning of the date slip
“I am sorry, Y/n. I thought you knew”
You just nod and let the fridge door slam harder than intended, “Not your fault”
You have half a mind to just turn and head to your room for the day and ignore anyone that came knocking. If your girlfriend wanted space and privacy so badly, then you’d give it to her….but the bigger part of you knew you couldn’t do that to her. Natasha isn’t doing this out of spite or to intentionally hurt you, she just gets a little lost sometimes.
“Where does she go?”
“I’m honestly not sure” she answers, afraid she's only dampening your modd “But I know she's always back around dinner”
You glance at the clock and see that you have about three hours, “Wanna help me with something?”
She notices the hint of excitement in your eyes and finds herself intrigued, “I would love to.”
When Natasha had returned to the compound she had expected to find you in the kitchen helping Wanda make dinner, but when she didn’t find you there she imagined that you must still be up in your room. To her confusion however, you aren’t there either, and she feels a twinge of guilt knaw at her chest. She should have told you by now what today was and why it was so hard for her, she knew you’d be understanding. And regardless, should have at the very least have left you a note so you didn’t have to wonder why you’d woken up alone.
“Sestra(sister)”
She spins around in your doorway, “Lena, have you seen Y/n?”
“Funny, I was asked a very similar question from her this morning”
The redhead shuts her eyes, “You must think I’m a terrible girlfriend”
“No” she admits with a shake of her head, “But I do think you are very lucky to have the one that you do.”
Nats brows furrow, “I agree, but why do I feel that has a hidden meaning?”
The younger woman shrugs, “I wouldn’t know, but she's in your room”
Nat nods, and though she's still suspicious she heads off to her room instead. Once there she opens the door and is met with quite the surprise. Right above the doorframe a few streamers are hung, in the corner by her widow is a bundle of different colored balloons, and in the middle of her bed sits you with a couple of boxes.
“Kotenok(kitten), what is this?” she asks, despite the obvious answer. Afterall, she hadn’t told you so why would you celebrate her even if you did find out todays signifigance
“Its your birthday” you reply with a smile, “I know its been a while since you celebrated, so I hope this is okay. I didn’t want to go too overboard on decorations and presents, even though you definitely deserve to be spoiled”
Taken aback by your gesture, she finds herself beginning to get choked up, “I- yeah, yeah. Its more than fine”
“You sure?” you ask, feeling a bit nervous that you may have overstepped
“I’m sure.” she responds, walking twords you, “I’m sorry I never told you, I just…I never had this. In the Red Room, special occasions didn’t exist. And in Ohio, everything about them was fake. There wasn’t any real gifts, care or love and I…I didn’t want that again. I didn’t want a giant fake display of affection meant for show. I wanted something truly meant for me, something real”
You gently cup her face and wipe away the tears that she hadn’t even realized had been forming and slipping down her cheeks, “Well, I can assure you that this is all very real, baby. And all for you”
She gives you a soft smile, “Yeah?”
“Yeah” you assure her, gently kissing her lips, “Now come see what I got you”
Despite her current age, youd think she was a kid again with the dizziness she feels as you lead her over to the bed. You pull over the larger all white box first, and she immediately knows its the kind of box that bakeries have. Her eyes are practically shining with excitement as she looks back at you and you gesture for her to open it.
Inside she finds a white circular cake thats decorated with running gold icing and intricatly made icing flowers. In the middle is a small plaque wishing her a happy birthday, and in all honesty, if this was all she ever got from now on then she’d be happy.
“I hope you like sprinkles, I had them put them between cake layers for you.” you ramble, as you were honestly a bit nervous on how shed react to everything
“I love sprinkles” she says, looking back at you, “And I love the cake. Thank you detka(baby)”
You practically beam at her, “You're welcome. Now, open this”
The next item you hand her is also in a box, only this time its black and definetly isn’t from the bakery. If she had to guess, its some form of jewerly. She takes it from you and opens it to reveal elegant golden bands, one for each wrist.
“I’ve been working on these for a while now, Tony helped design them of course” you explain, “They can do everything your widows bites can. That way, you never have to go undercover, or even to one of Tonys galas, without them again.”
She honestly hadn’t expected you to have remembered the brief conversation she’d had with you about how, despite practically being a weapon herself and always having a hidden gun or blade on her during undercover ops, she just feels like she’d feel more secure with her most trusted tool.
“They don’t even look like weapons.”
You chuckle, “Well, that was kinda the point, so I’m glad to hear that”
She smiles at you and sets the box down to grab your hand, “Thank you, Y/n. This really has been the best birthday”
“Don’t thank me yet, we still have one more thing” you tell her, glancing back over at her window to ensure it was dark enough outside
“Another gift? Detka(baby), you shouldn’t have”
You squeeze her hand, “Actually, this ones from Yelena”
Amused and curious, she follows as you lead her over to the widow and she lets out a soft gasp as she catshes sight of whats just beyond the compound in the woodline. Just on the edge, in a few of the pines, lay stings of light that glow a faint yellow, that flicker on and off in turn.
“Forrest stars”
Its merely a whisper, but you hear it along with the wonder in her voice. You imagine she must be reliving on of the few good childhood memories she has and you can’t help but wrap one of your arms around her and pull her closer
“Happy birthday, baby”
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i keep like, struggling to click the 'ask' button, BUT—i love the taking care of geto little one shot. so what about helping him with nanako and mimiko? like he just shows up at r!'s house late as hell with two little girls with him, bc he has zero clue as to how to take care of them. m!reader is pref but idc. i love ur writing btw (＾▽＾)
★ - yesyesyesyes!! 'm soo inlove with the helpin' Suguru agenda !! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o
☆ - Girldad! Geto Suguru x Male Reader
♡ - off topic, but 'm love your writin' s'much!! really 'm inspiration t'keep writin stuff like this (≧◡≦) ♡
You were borderline asleep in your room after staying on the phone with Gojo for a few hours until he fell asleep.
It wasn't always like this, he could usually fall asleep on his own but that was when Geto was there with him. Now that's he's become a curse user and has turned his back on the Jujutsu world, everything has basically fallen apart.
Your sleepy eyes glance at the time, the saturated red of '12:42 AM' oozing into your pupils.
You try not to think about Geto so you can get some sleep for the first time in a few weeks. You two were... you're not really sure what your label is.
You two have talked, kissed, cuddled, and gone on dates, but Geto never actually put a label on your relationship and now he probably never will.
A sigh leaves your lips as you cuddle your pillow. Thinking of those big arms that used to wrap around you to keep you safe, or that warm chest that you couldn't help but use as pillows.
Needless to say, you missed him.
You weren't sure how long you stayed there almost on the verge of tears before there was a knock at your front door.
Yeah, you weren't going to open that because— A, you've seen enough horror flicks to know that there's a 99.9% chance that it's a serial killer behind the door, and B, it's 12 AM. You aren't stupid enough to open the door this late.
The knocking persisted. Getting heavier every second you didn't open it, and deciding you didn't want a noise complaint and realizing you were a sorcerer, you begrudgingly got up to open it.
You, surprisingly, were right. It was a serial killer.
Of all the people you thought it could be, you didn't think it would be Geto fucking Suguru outside your door.
"Geto? What are you—" You stopped yourself when you finally saw the two girls behind him.
His expression was something like fear and desperation as they clung onto his clothes, looking at you with weary eyes. "Please, [Name], I need help."
That took you for a spin. After the Star Plasma Vessel, you had to pry it out of him that he needed someone to take care of him, someone to help him, and now he's coming to you with two unknown children willingly asking for it?
Without a word you open your door wider, letting the three of them file in and take a seat on your couch.
You close the door, wiping the tiredness from your face and taking a deep sigh. Yeah, this was going to be a long night.
"What is it, Geto?" You ask, taking a seat on the opposing couch and staring at him. You hope your tone doesn't come up as too mean, you were just really— really tired.
The two girls never left his side. They have masks on, one of the girls with light brown hair, a white hoodie, and a black skirt was pressed on his left while the other with black hair, a black hoodie, and white skirt was pressed against his left, holding a small doll in her hands as well
"They're sick. I've tried everything, medicine, letting them rest, dilating their food but nothing's working." Geto's voice sounds helpless and it honestly scares you because this is the same Geto who went against the Sorcerer Killer.
The same Geto who killed a village, scared over the fact his two... daughters(?) were sick.
The thought brings a smile to your face as you squat in front of him, a soft expression on your face.
"What're your names, hm?"
The girls squeeze him tighter but you don't take offense to it. They're staring at a random man they've never seen before so they're obviously cautious.
"It's okay, he's my— my boyfriend, he's not going to hurt you." You notice the small pause in his voice but you won't speak on it. Not now at least.
The girls look at each other before looking at you. "Nanako." The blonde one says, her small finger pointing at the black-haired girl. "Mimiko. My sister."
You can see the adoring smile on Geto's face and you can't help the smile that tugs on your face. "Mind telling me how you guys feel? Any fevers?"
"My throat hurts and my nose is stuffy. My body feels hot sometimes too." Nanako says, interrupting herself with a cough. Geto shushes her softly, rubbing her back so she can get over her coughing fit with the comfort that her dad was beside her.
You get up, using the back of your hand to feel their foreheads. "Yeah, sounds like hay fever. You mind getting something to drink? Make sure it's hot, but not too hot to burn them."
Geto looks surprised. Maybe he didn't think you'd help him after the whole village incident— he's legally classified as a serial killer, and he's heard from word of mouth that he's a kill-on-sight curse user— but he gets up anyway. Nanako and Mimiko following behind like a pair of ducklings.
Rummaging through your medicine cabinet, you try and find fever and congestion medicine for kids. You have some, surprisingly, it's fresh and isn't expired somehow.
You don't even remember buying it— you don't require it as you didn't follow the 'strongest duo' pipeline of adopting children after the duo split up.
Walking back into the living room, you walk in on Geto blowing the steam off their cups, the recognizable scent of hot chocolate permeating the room.
"You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend, Geto-sama!" Nanako whisper yells, slightly wincing when she drinks her drink too early.
"He's pretty..." Mimiko's voice is so soft, it sends a pang of endearment through your heart. Is this what baby fever feels like?
You wait to hear what Geto says. It isn't eavesdropping if it's in your home, right?
"Yeah, sorry for not telling you it's just... complicated between us." Geto breathes out, kissing their heads as they continue to sip on their coacoa.
Complicated is one word for it, but you keep your thoughts to yourself. Announcing your arrival with an unnecessarily loud shutting of the cabinet.
"So how are you two doing? Feelin' any better?" You ask, placing the medicine on the table in front of them.
Nanako nods excitedly and Mimiko keeps it down. While waiting for them to finish, you decide to put on a movie. The Nightmare Before Christmas, a classic you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko watched on Halloween when you were first-years.
You catch Geto's nervous glances at you but decide not to speak on it, again. It was adult business, and his kids were around.
The girls take their medicine, it's bitter, but you're sure it'll work. They persuade their dad to letting them sleep over after realizing you have a pillow fort in your room.
You don't really know why you never take it down. Maybe it's because you're too lazy, or you like being reminded of the first place you and Geto had your first kiss, but that's a whole can of emotions you're afraid of opening.
They fall asleep holding each other's pinky. Several of your stuffed animals surround them as their bodies move at the same time rhythmically. Maybe it was twin telepathy, who knows.
Now that it was only you and Geto alone, it was... awkward to say the least.
"I'm sorry for dropping in on you like that," Geto says too afraid to look you in the eye.
"Why didn't you take them to the hospital if you didn't know what was happening?" It's a genuine question, you're sure the doctors would've noticed it was a hay fever quicker than you did.
"I'm not letting those monkeys anywhere near my daughter."
Ah, you forgot he hates non-sorcerers.
You let out a breathy laugh, flopping on the cushion next to him. "I'm your boyfriend now, hm?"
Geto blushes at that. "We never technically broke up, so..."
You smile. Even after his mild— they're not mild, they're very serious— crimes, he's still the same Geto Suguru.
The same Geto Suguru you fell in love with.
"I missed you, you know?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, it's vulnerable.
"I missed you too." His hand is on your cheek and he presses a small kiss on your lips.
You've missed this, you've missed him. His hands, that boyish smile on his face the rare times you manage to get him flustered, his smooth saccharine like voice, everything about him.
As he holds his body against yours, hands intertwined and cursed energy mixing together, you realize you never want to let him go, you don't want this to end.
You want him to stay with you until the end of time.
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If you’re willing to do requests: MK1 Earthrealm Champions with a reader who’s a vigilante assassin?
Helll yeah bruudddeerrr, let’s get it
I’m writing it as them finding out what you do 🧐
Johnny Cage
• You saw how he reacted to Liu Kang, Bi Han and Kuai Liang showing up at his front step. He didn’t believe diddly squat until he saw magical shit up close and personal. You think he’d be a little more open to finding out you’re a vigilante assassin but—
• When he first finds out of course he’s in disbelief, he’s standing there with his hands on his hips and looking at you like 🤨
• He’s known you for YEARS how could he have not known this?
• Honestly though he finds it hot.
• Brains, beauty AND deadly?? Sign him tf up.
• Now he knows for sure to not mess with you.
“Wait wait wait so you’re saying that was you who took that guy out? Get outta here.” He waves a hand dismissively at you, using his other hand to take a sip of his drink. You both had been drinking the night away casually, swapping random stories when you had let it slip about your little ‘side job’.
“It’s true Johnny, not quite sure how I can prove it you but,” You shrug, downing the rest of your drink and popping one of the table snacks into your mouth. Johnny can only look at you, lips parted in suspicion as he tries to process the information you just told him.
“So the—?”
“Yeah.”
“And the guy—?”
“Mhm.”
“….Fucking amazing.”
Kenshi
• He isn’t quite sure how to handle it tbh. One on hand he understands wanting to punish those that deserve it but on the other he doesn’t like that you’re putting yourself in danger, no matter how good you say you are.
• He knew something was up with you the more he got to know you. How you’d seem more tired on certain days, bruises that were way too severe from just a simple sparring session, or how you’d suddenly take interest in someone from Kenshi’s past.
• He got extra worried when he saw you snooping through his office one day, filing through some old papers before claiming that you were ‘looking for something else’.
• He followed you one night, using Sento to guide him with ease throughout the city. It was late, raining, and he was starting to get frustrated the longer he tailed you.
• Finally he feels you stop, slipping quietly into a building from the fire escape. He’s not too far behind, climbing up and through the window just in time to see you slice open the neck of some poor unsuspecting man.
• He jumps down and makes his way to you, ready to tear you a new one until he sees that it’s someone from his yazuka days.
“The hell are you doing??” He hisses your name, Sento clutched tight in his tattooed hands as he approaches. He glances down at the bloody body on the floor, muffled gurgled sounds of his former enemy choking on his blood.
“The hell are you doing here?” You retort back, wiping your blade clean with your shirt and tucking it back into its sheath.
Kenshi doesn’t know what to say, too stunned at just witnessing you murder someone without even batting an eye. You can see the gears turning in his head and decide to let him in on your secret other life. You’ve known him for years, you can trust him.
“Vigilante… assassin?” He doesn’t like how the words taste on his tongue, grimacing at he tries to connect them and you together despite what he just witnessed.
You had walked and talked, disposing of the body as you did so and soon you find yourselves sitting on top of another building.
For the first time in a while you feel nervous, fiddling with your nails as you watch him soak in this new information.
“I just… be careful alright? I don’t like it but I can’t stop you.”
Kung Lao
• Like Johnny he also doesn’t believe you at first, claiming that you’re just making shit up to have a one up on him.
• You know that scene in the incredibles when Helen spins around in the chair waiting for Bob and she’s like “is this rubble 🤨.” That’s Kung Lao when you come home late one night covered in blood and debris.
• He’s immediately on you, asking where the hell you’ve been while also questioning why you look like you just came out of the Koliseum.
• Usually you’re so careful when coming back, slipping in and out like a snake but this particular job had nearly gone wrong so you’d been a little reckless when coming back inside your home.
• Knowing there was no way out of this one, you sat him down and started to explain everything. It’s a good thing Kung Lao didn’t play poker because his poker face was absolutely awful. His facial features showing exactly what he was feeling in the moment.
• When you finished, he was silent for a few moments before letting out a chuckle. He gave a look of ‘really?’ And you could only sit there and watch him try to soak up everything you said.
“So you’re a sort of crime fighting assassin? Please, you insult me.” He crosses his arms over his chest, eyebrow raised and a bit of a smug smirk on his lips. You can only huff, rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him.
“Lao it’s true, I don’t know what else you want me to tell you.”
His smile slowly dies off his lips, noticing your posture and the lack of humor in your voice. You’ve never been one to lie to him so why start now? It starts to lock into place when previous instances start to pop into head and suddenly he’s sitting up straighter in his chair.
“You’re… really going out and doing these things?”
Instead of answering you turn and lift your shirt up, showcasing the gash on your lower back that was caked with dry blood. He hisses, running his fingertips across the top before pulling back and lowering your shirt.
“Not quite sure I believe you yet but let’s get you cleaned up first.”
When he finally does accept what you do, he’s very excited to have you fight along his side, wanting to low key turn any fight you do into a competition even more now.
Raiden
• You know that face he did when Kitana said that she heard he has a crush on her. Yeah that’s him when he finds out.
• At first he’s stuck processing it, because he never thought that you of all people would do that.
• But the more he thinks about it the more he’s impressed and although he wishes that you would leave that stuff to the law, he knows what it’s like to having to take matters into your own hands.
• He admires you for being able to go out and just take someone out with no thoughts about it whatsoever.
• But also he can’t help but worry every time you disappear because now he knows what you’re truly up to. He knows you can take care of yourself but still.
• It’s late at night when he catches you slipping out, softly calling out your name to stop you.
“Another job?”
You nod, no expression whatsoever as you linger by the window. Your gloved hand taps silently against the frame, wanting to reassure Raiden that you’d be fine but truthfully these things could go either way and you didn’t want to give him the false hope.
He only gives a singular nod, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes in your appearance.
“May the Elder Gods protect you.”
And he bows and smiles, a barely noticeable one but it’s enough to have you feeling confident and excited to come back home to him.
“I will.”
He watches as you hop out the window, feeling a sense of odd pride swirl in his heart.
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Connections
Pt: 1 2 3 4
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Summary: Set in post-revolution Detroit, You've been assigned to the recently developed Android Crimes Division; and it's already off to a rough start.
Pairing: Connor x Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Mildly gorey description of a body, slow burn oops
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There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world that could make this morning any more bearable. Connor and RK900's bickering was usually something you could handle, but after the night you just had– your nerves were shot to say the least.
“You state that you are ‘better’ than me in every comparison. I feel that’s just unlikely.”
You ignored the two androids, making a beeline for the break room. The coffee, as perusal, was lukewarm and honestly it could’ve been enough to break you. Your night had been seemingly uneventful– spent looking over casefiles and drinking some cheap wine you’d picked up at the grocery store.
It was around 2 in the morning when a new file appeared on your laptop.
It wasn’t from the station, that you were sure about. It was just suddenly there in your personal drive, its only announcement the notification in the bottom right: “ Local Disc (C:): Unknown File “
“What the fuck…” You murmured, your cursor hovering over the new icon. It was dated only a few days ago and it wasn’t very large. Your gut told you to wait until the morning and have Connor look it over.
You tapped twice on the touchpad and watched as the contents within the folder began to load in– A series of unnamed images and a single text document. That wasn’t eerie at all.
You sucked in a breath before opening one of the images, the clicking of the touchpad one of the only noises in the apartment. Saying that you felt sick to your stomach would be an understatement.
“Long night?”
You looked up from the coffee pot, eyes landing on Gavin Reed.
“Didn’t know you were capable of being here so early.” You grumbled, “Are you responsible for this gross, cold coffee?”
Gavin snorted, “Do you not know how to work this thing? It’s ridiculously easy to make a pot of coffee these days.”
To be honest, you’d never messed with the machines in the precinct– They were slightly more techy than the one you had at home. You usually brought a cup with you, but you’d downed it before you’d even made it halfway to the station.
The detective nudged you out of the way before placing the empty pot in the machine and pressing a few buttons.
“If this police business doesn’t work out, you should consider being a barista.” You teased.
Gavin glared at you as he pressed a mug into your hand, warmth flooding through your fingers and up your arms.
“You can get your own cream and sugar.”
You gasped and pressed your hand to your chest, feigning heartbreak as the detective walked away.
“Not only am I faster, stronger, and more resilient, but I’m equipped with the newest technology. Perhaps your analytical program is outdated as well.”
You saw Connor’s LED spin red as you approached, taking a very long sip of your freshly brewed coffee.
“What if– And hear me out; You didn’t argue like children today?” You mumbled around your mug.
“I’m not equipped with an ‘argumentative child’ program.”
If you had an LED it would be red too.
“Anyway,” You started, drawing out the syllables, and setting your mug on Connor’s desk, “Can you pull up the most recent case assigned to us? Should be about an android found down at the docks. The one on Lakeside.”
“That one’s new.”
You nodded, pushing fingers through your hair as you sighed, “Yeah. Got assigned early this morning.”
With Hank back on human homicide, you had been assigned to the new android crimes division. The Lieutenant wasn’t particularly happy about Connor being reassigned to your team, but he understood. You on the other hand didn’t quite understand Fowler's reasoning for splitting up the two. Before the revolution you had worked briefly on the deviancy cases, assisting Hank and Connor when they met a dead end or just making their late night coffee runs while they mulled over case after case.
You thought they’d worked well together, more so when Connor loosened up. You supposed Hank was just too valuable in the human department.
Connor pulled up the file on his computer, you and RK900 crowding around the desk to get a better look. You knew they were humoring you by pulling it up on the desktop, when they easily could’ve scanned it in their heads.
“This file is practically empty. They don’t have any leads?”
You shook your head, “Barely anything. It’s also hard to place how old the body is because androids don’t decay like humans do. I was hoping you’d be able to scan him and get us some more info.”
“I supposed we’d better get going then, hm?”
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Upon arriving at the docks, you found it blocked off with the digital, yellow tape. A few police cars were parked along the street and several officers stood around the scene.
“Chris!” You called, “Any witnesses?”
The officer turned to meet you, giving a shake of his head.
“It’s sorta creepy how this crime went without a hitch. The android’s too damaged to even reactivate or make an attempt to access his memories.”
You let out a deep sigh as you slipped past officers, “He’s over here?”
Chris nodded.
The sight before you made you feel just as sick as last night. An android dangled over the side of the dock, ropes around each wrist and tied to the railing; his body half dangling in the water. Not only did the physical damage render him incapable of reactivation, but the water damage totally scrambled all his wiring too.
“Fuck..” You breathed out.
Brief pressure on the small of your back drew you from your thoughts, you barely had time to register Connors hand before it was gone.
“Hey, don’t get too far in your head. We’ll find a connection.”
You shook your hands out and gave him a small nod, “Notice anything?”
“The body is approximately two days old. But he’s only been here since last night.”
“How can you tell?”
“My scan gave me details about the water damage. If we replaced a few biocomponents back at the station, we may be able to reactivate him.”
RK900 suddenly appeared at your side, crossing his arms over his chest as he also scanned the android. You watched as his LED spun yellow.
“Reactivation could be possible, but it’d be for less than a minute if everything.”
A minute was better than nothing. A minute had the potential to provide you with a lead, a witness, anything.
Especially if one of them could interface and access the android’s memories.
#detroit become human#dbh#connor rk800#rk900#gavin reed#hank anderson#connor x reader#connor rk800 x reader#fanfic#dbh fanfic#x reader#fem reader#reader insert#bloo connections
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Whatever It Takes (CH-2)
Dear Damian,
Normally I would write a letter in Arabic, but I thought since you're gonna live here, you might as well get used to the language. I know this was abrupt to you. But this is the first opening me and Mother could get. Sorry, Mother and I could get. English grammar rules are so wonky.
Both Bruce and Damian let out a soft laugh.
Anyway, back to the point. I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna say, “You did the same thing I'm doing right now. I can handle it.” And I'm not denying that, Damian. Just that you shouldn't have to do this. Shouldn't have to fight. You shouldn't have to kill. You shouldn't have to always watch behind your back. It's not right. And just the fact that it happened to me does not make it right for you. Here at Father’s you'll be able to learn new things. Enjoy life. Make friends. Meet your other siblings and our Father.
Please give them a chance. You don't know if you like something if you never try it. Stay safe. And be happy. Don't think this is goodbye, I will come visit. Mother and I love you. With all we have.
Your sister And the bane of your existence,
Mariam.
Thankfully, Damien was too tired after the day's proceedings and went down for sleep without much fuss. After making sure he was comfortable in the guest bedroom, Bruce went back down to the Cave where the DNA showed 92% completed. Seeing him, Tim, Dick and Alfred came and gathered around.
“Well, Master Bruce?”
“He is sleeping for now. The kid had a dagger, but I left it with him because he looked too–”
“Vulnerable.” Tim said.
“Yeah, that.” Bruce said, giving them a tired smile. “I was thinkin–”
The batcomputer chimed. As all of them whipped around they saw displayed on the screen in bold letters. Almost mocking them-
Test #27
Subject: Damian Al-Ghul Wayne
Biological matches: Bruce Thomas Wayne (Parental)
Talia Al-Ghul (Parental)
Ra’s Al-Ghul (Grand Parental)
Test subject #28 (Complete Fraternal)
“Well damn” Dick said. “I suppose it was to be expected, honestly.”
Bruce sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose it is pointless to open up the second test result.”
“Better safe than sorry.” Tim said, clacking on the keyboard. “Here we go.” with his words, the screen changed.
Test #28
Subject: Mariam
Biological matches: Bruce Thomas Wayne (Parental)
Talia Al-Ghul (Parental)
Ra’s Al-Ghul (Grand Parental)
Damian Al-Ghul Wayne (Complete Fraternal)
“I didn't enter her complete name because she never really said it out loud, but do you want me to, like, input it in as Al-Ghul Wayne?” Tim asked, spinning around on the batchair.
“Yeah.” Bruce said. Turning to Alfred, he continued, “What do I do, Alfred?”
“Though it may take some time, Master Bruce, I believe a solution will present itself. Worrying about when will only cause additional stress. I suggest you focus on Master Damian. You do have a lot of years to make up for.”
“I don't even know how old the kid is!” Bruce groaned. “I’ll turn In for the night. I'll deal with this tomorrow morning.”
“Excellent idea, Master Bruce. After all, a good rest makes our minds work better. Don't they Master Tim?”
“Wha-What?” Tim asked, his eyes still glued to the screen pulling up Talia's file.
“Come on, Tim.” Dick said. He was slowly putting all the bat computer screens on Sleep Mode. “You already know all that there is to know about her.”
“Yeah, yeah. I'm looking through Justice League files, you know, in case someone updated something.”
“Come on, Tim.” Bruce said, making use of his ‘dad voice’ as put by Dick. “The files will still all be here in the morning. It's time you got some rest.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just a minute.” Tim said, his eyes scanning the screen.
“Nope.” Dick said as he picked him up. “Going to burrito wrap you in a blanket so you can't sneak into the Cave.”
“Nooooooo” Tim said dramatically as Dick put him over his shoulder and walked off.
Bruce waited until their steps receded before again turning to Alfred. “Do you think I'm ready for this?”
“Master Bruce, In quite a lot of cases, you have not been ready for something yet. You took it on beautifully. Some mistakes did happen, but, your imperfection is a part of you. I believe you'll know what to do with Damian and how to do it. You both are more similar than you think.”
#maribat#miraculous lb#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#alfred pennyworth#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanworks#hellishere7980#damian and marinette#marinette dupain cheng
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you're stunning
pairing: tasm/tobey!peter parker x reader
summary: when peter takes your picture unexpectedly, he learns how you feel about yourself and tries to change your mind.
warnings: none
words: 633
a/n: honestly this could work for any peter, I just know the mcu didn't really focus on photography with tom's peter. but please enjoy this fluffy little story I thought up a while ago :) also requests are open if you'd like to send something in!
oOoOo
click-click
The shutter of the camera caught your attention, your body spinning around instantly. Reflexively, your body caved inwards on itself while your hands wrapped around your torso, seemingly trying to shield yourself from Peter’s - and his camera’s - view.
“Peter what are you doing?” you cried out.
“I just wanted a quick picture of you sitting there studying. The lighting was great and you look stunning.” he said with a soft grin as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Delete it." you pleaded, avoiding Peter's gaze by focusing your stare on his camera that now hung loosely in his hands.
Peter set the camera to the side and took a few steps closer to your, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Why would I want to delete it?" he asked while fidgeting with his glasses.
Sighing, you closed your eyes as you tried not to let your emotions get the best of you. "Because I know I look awful. I wasn't ready and I didn't get to pose or prepare or anything." you whispered, voice shaky as the tears welled in your eyes.
In an instant, Peter knelt by your chair, hands resting gently on your knees. His thumbs ran back and forth against the fabric of your pants soothingly as he willed you to open your eyes. "Sweetheart, you don't need to pose or do anything. You always look amazing when I take your picture." Peter said, his own eyes misty.
"You don't have to lie, Pete." you rebutted. "I just don't really like myself in pictures, especially when I don't have any warning. I can't try and hide the things I don't like about myself." you admitted.
As the words tumbled out of your mouth, Peter swore his heart shattered. Is that really what you thought? That you had to hide parts of yourself from the camera? How could that be when Peter thought you looked perfect in every picture he ever took of you?
"Baby," Peter whispered. "is that really how you feel?"
You shrugged your shoulders in response, already feeling vulnerable. Besides, you weren't positive you could get another word out with falling apart.
"Hey, hey, it's okay you feel that way, but just let me show you how I see you." Peter proposed, running out of the room, calling out behind him that he would be right back. A few moments later, Peter came back into the room, with his laptop in hand.
There was silence in the room, only broken by Peter's typing as he hurried to pull up the files in which all his photography was saved. After a few moments, he gestured for you to join him on the bed, which you reluctantly did so.
"I know you think you need to be perfectly posed to feel worthy in front of the camera, but just look through these." he said before handing his laptop off to you.
Hesitantly, you looked at the screen and saw a picture of yourself. Your first instinct was to cringe at the sight, but with a second glance you noticed how excited you looked. You couldn't exactly place when or where the picture had been taken, but your smile looked genuine, and your eyes shined brightly.
Nervously, you clicked to the next one and saw the same thing. Picture after picture was a candid shot Peter had taken of you while the two of you had been out on dates, sitting around his apartment, or any other moment you shared. Thinking back to the pictures on your phone, you compared your faux poses and smiles to the free and happy expression you had here.
With a watery smile you turned towards Peter. "Is this really how you see me?"
"Of course it is, sweetheart." Peter said. "I know it won't take a day to suddenly see yourself in a new life, but I hope this can be a start because I love you."
"I love you too." you whispered, leaning forward to kiss your boyfriend, rolling your eyes when you heard the click of Peter's phone camera. He was a dork, but he was your dork.
#peter parker x reader#peter parker imagine#tasm!peter parker x reader#tasm!peter parker imagine#tobey!peter parker x reader#tobey!peter x reader#rita writes
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I just know for a fact that one day our dear f!human will find outside of her office Lyle and some other recoms “so you and Z dog uh, tell us more we want to know” 😏😚
They are the biggest gossips and THEY WANT DETAILS. But Z dog would beat them up just for asking so who better than the love interest am I right? Wrong, because now Zdog’s revenge will be much much worse.
Unknown to her though the biggest gossip is not Lyle nonono it’s Quaritch, old man loves this stuff it’s basically a live soap opera
Flustered - Part 5
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Back with a little wlw, shenanigans and hopefully some laughs. Honestly writing this has been so good for my soul. Thank you guys for providing inspiration for each chapter. It's been so fun collaborating with you!
The morning after your picnic and unexpected meeting with a few of the recoms and Spider, you were putting your uniform on in your room. You steadied yourself with a hand on your desk, knees buckling at the memory of the day before. Inhaling sharply through your nose, you pushed through the barrage of thoughts pounding through your mind.
Alicia had brought you back to your room after a bit of a nap and before the other recoms had come back to their beds. She knelt and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. You pressed your forehead to hers, inhaling deeply, resting in each other's presence. She gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. "Thank you for today, angel. I'll see you soon."
You stumbled out of your room in a daze, making your way to the office. Thank goodness all you had to do today was sit behind a closed door filing paperwork. No human interaction whatsoever. You groaned quietly as you turned the corner. To be fair, you had said no human interaction. Their sensitive ears twitched to you and Lyle grinned, flanked by Brown and Lopez. You stared him down from the end of the hall, steeling yourself for this encounter.
"Can I help you?"
"Actually, yes." His grin deepened. "We have a few questions."
You rolled your eyes, glancing between the three of them. Their tails swished in anticipation you sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Come in. Don't break anything."
You punched in the key code to your office, opened the door and dropped with a huff into your chair. Lacing your fingers on the desk in front of you, you watched the three hulking recoms awkwardly try to fit in the room and smirked to yourself. You gestured for Lyle to go ahead. He tried to be intimidating, but this room had not been made for him. After a few moments of shuffling around in the small space, they all took a knee so they were only a bit above eye level.
He flashed his long canines at her. "Hello, gorgeous."
"Wainfleet," you retorted, a vexed expression flitting across your face.
His mouth quirked down, displeased his charm wasn't effective. "We were a bit curious about you and Z-dog."
You leaned back, eyes narrowing. "What about?"
He smiled again, taking a softer approach. "Just wondering how it works for you guys."
You winced and raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You mean women who like women or recom/human relations?"
His teeth poked out further, the other two shifting uncomfortably. "Well I'm open to learning anything and everything I can. For... research purposes."
Your nose wrinkled. "You're disgusting, but... you aren't gonna let this go, are you?"
He shook his head, "Probably not."
Sighing heavily, you leaned in and waved the others over to your desk.
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About half an hour later, the three exited your office, bumping into Zdinarsk. She eyed them, her temper rising. "Are you seriously harassing her right now??"
Lyle looked up at her, eyes haunted. "I have learned so much more about you than I ever wanted to." The other two nodded and her brow furrowed in confusion as she watched them flee away. She lurched into your office, seeing your head down. She shut the door and rushed to you, spinning the chair to her. "Honey, honey are you okay?"
You lifted your head and her alarm increased as she saw how red your face was and that tears were streaming down your cheeks. "They're gone, right?" you whispered.
She squeezed your knee. "Yes, Y/N. They left and I won't let them hurt you agai-"
You cut her off with a wild cackle that erupted from your whole body. "Oh my god, that was amazing." You curled over the desk, your body shaking with laughter.
"Wait, what were they here to ask?"
"They showed up because they wanted to know how we get intimate together." You winked at her and she blushed.
"And you said?"
You fidgeted with the papers on your desk absentmindedly. "Well... He started asking questions about how we could be pleased without anything to.. ya know, be put inside each other. So, I said 'first of all, fingers exist' and then... I might have mentioned your gun and all the many places it can go." You finished with an awkward grin.
Her eyes bugged out and her mouth dropped open. "You did not. And they believed that??"
You shrugged, leaning back in your chair. "He asked dumb questions, I gave dumb answers. I think it was just wild enough for him to believe it. I didn't realize it would unsettle them so much."
She dropped her head onto your lap, her shoulders shaking as she chuckled.
"I'm sorry if I made things harder on you, Alicia." You scratched her back as she leaned on you, nuzzling your thighs.
"Meh. They would have been difficult anyway. Maybe this will mean they keep their grubby paws away from my weapons, now."
She glanced up at you through hooded eyes before picking you up and sitting you on your desk. She carefully moved your items off to another small table.
"What are you doing, darling?" You cocked your head to one side questioningly.
She grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge and leaning over you so far that you had to lay back. Her lips paused beside your ear before responding. "I'm about to make a mess and I'm trying to minimize the damage to your office."
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The three recoms booked it from your office to Quaritch's. They flew in, busting the door open and slammed it behind them. Quaritch spilled his coffee across his desk and he grabbed a cloth nearby. "Dammit, Wainfleet! What could be so important that you needed to come in here like that?"
"Sir. There's some things going on that you should be aware of." He quickly relayed what you had told them, the other two nodding for emphasis, cutting in to supply information he had glossed over. "-and apparently that's why her Glock is always so clean!"
Quaritch exhaled deeply through his nose and rubbed his temples. They were like children tattling on each other.. but it did prove to be quite entertaining most of the time. He reached for a sticky note and a pen, starting to scribble "Zdog 🔫➡️🐱︖" Intriguing.
"What are you all still doing here? Get your asses back to work."
They hastened out of his office and he opened the bottom desk drawer, reaching for the file at the back. He opened it and added the sticky note in with the other scraps of paper. He snickered at a few and put the folder back in the drawer, locking it with a small key. There wasn't much to amuse him in this place, so he'd take what he could get.
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If y'all don't believe that he has files and notes of gossip tidbits for each of them.. idk what to tell you, it's canon in my mind now. Also, love the idea that Y/N has the power to mentally scar the other recoms. Don't mess with Z-dog's girl~
Taglist:
@octavias-next-meat-bite @fanboyluvr @roxynmae
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A Cheeky Little Dance
(TW: mentions of some mild gore at the end as well as a little angst)
Cheeky blinked, realizing where she was. She was in Kayley’s room, she had just finished reading the little one her bedtime story out of a handmade story book. Cheeky heaved a sigh as she closed the book, and set it on her bedside counter, pressing a kiss to the little girl’s forehead as a shadow fell over them from the open doorway. Cheeky looked over her shoulder to see V.
He was leaning against the door jamb with a smirk. She stood and carefully exited to room, leaving the door cracked open so a bit of light can enter the room. Kayley may have had powers that would have terrified most Corporation agents, but she was still only five years old and was afraid of the dark.
Cheeky met V in the hall and looked up at him. “What is it?”
He took hold of her hand and began to tug her along to the living room. “There was something I wanted to show ya.”
She nodded and followed him, seeing an old LP player on the coffee table. Cheeky couldn’t help but laugh when she noticed the stack of vinyl next to it. “What are you doing V? We just put the kids to bed.”
He looked at her with a smile as he placed a disk on the turn-table. “Well, I just thought, since we finally have a minute, we might as well enjoy ourselves.”
V took her by the hands and they began to dance. It was honestly the most fun that they’ve had in a while. Most of the songs had a fast pace, with lots of spins and twists, she thinks the moves were from the Jitterbug. She didn’t know either of them knew how to dance like that. With the slower songs, they did some sort of waltz. For some reason, she couldn’t tell what the songs were, but it didn’t feel like it mattered.
V couldn’t help but make jokes about Yanks and high school proms, and Cheeky would laugh, poking his sides as punishment for his teasing.
“I just don’t get the obsession for it? Just seems like some stupid pomp and circumstance for girls to get all dressed up and show off.”
The blonde rolled her eyes. “That’s cause you’re a dude.”
Cheeky didn’t exactly have a good tell of the time, but it felt like hours. As the dancing seemed to wind down they were doing a cheesy slow-dance. His arms were wrapped around her waist and held her close, her arms were wrapped over his shoulders, with her head resting on his chest with her eyes closed.
“This feels nice,” Cheeky whispered as they swayed back and forth to some sort of acoustic song. After a few seconds she sighed and opened her eyes. “Is this a dream or are we dead?”
V took a deep breath and rested his chin on top of her head. “I dunno, love. I admit, this does feel too good… what do you think?”
Cheeky felt tears sting her eyes as she gripped his shirt. “If this is a dream, then it’s the happiest dream I’ve ever had in my life. And if this is death… it’s a better afterlife than I deserve.”
She leaned back and looked at him. His appearance had chanced. There were darker shadows under his eyes, and his hair was longer, brushing the collar of his shirt. She reached up and brushed a thumb under one eye to reveal the scar under his right eye, as thought it was hidden by makeup.
Then everything began to crash down around her as it became harder to breathe, like her chest was tightening around her.
V lifted a hand to touch her face, a sad smile on his face as he wiped something from her lips, only for her to see that it was blood.
There was the horrific sound of a scream behind her, and Cheeky whirled around to see…V, flying towards a giant creature, with long red hair and teeth so sharp it would make Atrocity look for a nail file for his teeth.
Cheeky turned to run towards the fight as the monster stuck V in mid-air with his claws like a poor mouse being pierced on a thorn by a butcher bird. She could see the others, Wilder was bisected, his blood and entrails staining the grass and concrete, L was propped up against a rock, her body as limp as a puppet with its string cut. The mousy girl was trying to pull L away as she screamed
Cheeky reached out, trying to use her light magic to do something, anything! Only to trip, fall, and land face to face with… herself. Cheeky saw her own body, laying on her back, her ribcage was exposed, as well as her lungs, but… her heart was gone. Her legs were folded under her body, she was kneeling on the ground when that monster… tore her heart out.
Cheeky could barely make out the sound of V trying to make a joke with his final breath, before she screamed to the heavens, tears falling down her face as the light seemed to fade away from everything. Leaving her alone in the dark.
#scythe v#scythe audio#scythe cheeky#let me self indulge for a while!!!#a little bit of gore#not really described in all that much detail#angst
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Want me back on angst? Oh, I can deliver baby!
Lucas is treating ron with some very vasic meds, he's like "Don't be a baby, I use that all the time with children, it doesn't taste nice I give you that but it's the safest thing we have lying around man".
Boom, surprise, random allergy to one of the components. Like okay, it sometimes happens, annoying as hell, sometimes even painful tho. Tom and chris are just so worried that they don't react well, trying to tear apart Lucas even tho it's not really his fault and still, he helps ronnie.
(Every knowledge from experience is--uuuh...not so casual??? I'm just intolerant, but it still makes me miserable as hell)
Oo! I’m very allergic to penicillin! Learned that the hard way when I was like 6! Time to do that to Ron!
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When his neck swelled up he honestly wasn’t sure what was happening. All the meds he took should be normal. Lucas said they’d help faster.
Lucas is sitting across the room, “you good Ron?”
Ron opens his mouth and closes it. “Is there supposed to be a ring of swelling around my neck?”
Lucas practically throws himself out of the chair. He tumbles over to Ron and starts feeling around. “Fuck fuck dick motherfucker!”
Ron can only watch as Lucas runs and grabs the phone to call what Ron is assuming is an ambulance.
He’s not sure. Everything feels blurry. Like a dream. Sleep. Sleep is good. He’s just going to sleep. The last thing Ron heads before sleeping is Lucas yelling for Tom.
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“How as he never had penicillin?” Tom shrugs. He genuinely doesn’t know. “His dad wouldn’t have payed for it and mom probably got whatever cold meds where cheap but good.”
Chris spins the ring on his hand from where he’s leaning on the wall. “But he’s fine now right? Like it’ll all be out of his system and then poof he’s ours again?”
Lucas nods, god he’s tired. “Yeah. They just want more swelling to go down. Then you’ve got non penicillin meds. And a note in his file.”
Tom sighs and collapses back into the chair. “What the fuck Lucas. Why give him something he’s never had?” Lucas blinks at Tom. Oh.
“I worked off what I know. You know how many people are allergic in that way? Not that many.” Tom shakes his head, “should’ve given him something else. Something he’s had.”
Lucas stands up from where he was sitting. “You know what. I’m walking away now. I’ll be back when he wakes up. Chris? Anything you wanna add?”
Chris looks at Lucas. “You fucked up but he’s alive. It’s fine Lucas. We’ll talk later.”
Lucas can only nod and leave. He collapses in the chair across the hall in the waiting room. Victoria, the ER’s secretary, brings him a coffee with a slice of sheet cake. “Long day baby?” Lucas laughs. “Something like that. Yeah thanks.”
She pats his head and walks back to the nurse station. Christ Lucas can’t believe he fucked up so badly.
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When Ron wakes up he feels stiff. He groans and rolls his head back. “Hey Ron open those eyes for us yeah?”
Tommy. That’s Tommy.
Ron peals his eyes open even though it’s blinding. “Lucas. Is he okay?”
Tom blinks at him. He brushes his hair back out of his face. “Baby yeah he’s fine. I yelled at him a little though.”
Ron’s mouth drops open. “Tommy! Why! He didn’t know!”
Tom shrugs. He fiddles with Ron’s ring he’s wearing. “You were terrifying to watch even if he nurses all said you were totally stable. I snapped.” Ron looks around quickly before kisses Tom’s hand. “Love you but you gotta apologize.” Tom ducks his head. “I know. I will.”
There’s voices from the hall and Chris comes back with two coffees. “Ron!”
Ron grins at Chris. “Hey Chrisy.”
Chris takes his other hand and kisses it. “I wanna see Lucas.”
Tom and Chris look at each other. “Alright sure.”
Tom vanishes for a few minutes only to return with Lucas. “Lu! I’m fine! See all totally it dead and everything!”
Lucas laughs at Ron’s antics. “You’re a little shit. Good thing I love you huh?” Ron grins at Lucas. “Did Icy apologize?” Tom sighs. Lucas laughs, “he sure did. Thanks for that. Even if I do still feel guilty.”
Ron shakes his head, “not like you did it on purpose.” Lucas nods and slides on the couch on the other side of the room. “Five more hours and the you can leave. Ron smiles and nods “more time with you guys then.” Chris smacks his shoulder, with a glare. “Not how that works.”
Tom and Lucas both laugh.
It’ll be fine. Lucas didn’t mean to and Tom apologized Ron forgives anyone when it comes to himself.
#ron slider kerner#chris seresin#tom iceman kazansky#top gun#tom x ron x chris#ron x chris x tom#lucas benton#mac writes top gun#mwah love it
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This happened to me about 3 weeks ago so I'm still processing the whole thing, but I thought you might appreciate this situation. I've been pretty sure I'm bisexual for awhile now and lately I've gotten way more curious about being with men. There's a bathhouse not too far from my place and I decided to visit one night. As soon as I stripped down in the locker room and started walking around the place in a towel, I began to feel very intimidated and out of my element. I was curious about being with another guy but I was also overwhelmed. I went into the sauna to sit down and clear my head. While I was in there, an older guy came in and sat down near me. He started to make small talk and I relaxed a little bit. He opened his towel and started playing with his cock. I've seen plenty of hard cocks in porn, both gay and straight, but this was the first time I'd ever seen another man get hard in real life. Honestly, it was mesmerizing to watch him stroke himself to full erection. He told me he wanted to see me get hard, too. The way he phrased it was less of a request and more of an order. I don't know why but I just kind of followed along. I was so nervous I had trouble getting hard, and that made him chuckle a little bit. He asked me if it was my first time and I said yes. He told me not to worry, that we didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. But in the next breath, he told me to stand up and bend over a bench. Again, I knew I could have said no but it didn't really seem like it was request. He started rimming me, which felt amazing, and then before I knew it, he was inside me. He never asked me if it was okay, he just started fucking me. He wasn't super big, and I've played with dildos before, so I got used to it pretty quick but I was in shock that it all happened so fast. He stopped for a minute to spit on his cock, and then started fucking me again. This went on for a while. In truth, I lost track of time because my head was just spinning. I didn't even realize that somebody else had come into the sauna but before I knew it there was a cock in my face as a guy was standing in front of me jacking off. He said something to the guy fucking me about "Looks like you found a new toy to play with." The guy in my ass just laughed and said "Yeah, he's a newbie." After a few more minutes the guy standing in front of me grunted and shot his load all over my face. Around the same time the guy behind me pulled out and stroked himself until he came all over my back and ass. They both told me that I was really fucking hot and they hoped they would see me again sometime, then they left. I just sat down on the bench trying to get my head around what had just happened. I was covered in cum and my ass was sore and tingling. I was reeling because none of it was really consensual. I never said yes to any of it but I also never told anybody to stop. I just let it happen. I also realized that I was super horny and really frustrated because I didn't get off at all.
Every day since, I've gone back and forth between feeling like that was the hottest thing that ever happened to me and feeling like I should go file a police report. I can't figure out why I let that go down the way it did. Another thing that complicates the issue in my head was how good it felt. Once I loosened up a little bit, it was amazing. I've never experienced anything like that kind of pleasure. In the moment there was something so hot about being taken like that but like I said, I'm struggling with the fact that I never really said it was okay.
I guess what it really boils down to is yes, I was raped. And not only was I okay with it, it was hot. But it bothers me that I was okay with it. I don't know if that makes any sense. It's like I enjoyed it, but I'm really mad at myself for enjoying it. And at the same time, I kind of can't wait for it to happen again.
Hey, wow, thats a lot but still, thank you for submitting!
Usually I try to take submissions as fantasy but ofc, that's not always the case and by the way you're talking towards the end I believe this actually happened. Therefore my brain is stuck between, encouraging you to give into that and go for it again and being real and hoping you're okay so bear through my rambling as I try to meld between the two(being neurospicy doesn't help lol).
I don't think you should be mad at yourself for enjoying it? but can completely understand why.. Being s/a'd isn't always how its depicted in media and such. Sometimes its being pressured by a loved one into giving in when you don't want to and then you think 'well i consented' when you were pressured. It leans into dubious consent. You did what he said but you didn't say yes or that you were okay with it. He should have asked.
Society and upbringing wants us to see sex or being sexual as negative. But I think you should accept what you want? Like I want to be a slut who gets fucked but I'm also not that LOL. I've wanted to go to glory holes and get used but I'm not that type of person due to those things and anxiety and the fact I'm demisexual (also definitely doesn't help)(like those things make you develope shame for enjoying it and if i didn't feel shame or anxiety, I'd whore out ngl).
If you enjoyed it and wanna do it again, then i'd say go back? just be safe and make sure you keep yourself on guard incase stuff gets too much and make sure to get tested every now and then. Keep yourself safe.
OR -
get a partner who you can consensually do noncon/be free use with. Cause that taken feeling can still happen like that if consent is giving way before hand. Putting safe words and such in place as well would stop it from crossing any lines and you'd be a hella lot more safe.
In the end, do not feel bad for liking it. If anyone shames you, they can fuck off. Bodies are weird. Brains are weird. All of it is weird lol. Do you, be safe, have fun~ and thank you so much for sharing!
(Sorry if i did not give you a response you wanted and please keep me updated on what you might do/how you feel from this response?)
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I Know No Other Way Than This | Ch 4
(Bruce Banner/OFC, Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship, post-Avengers 1 Soulmate AU multichapter)
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Summary: Bruce tried to forget he had soulmate words entirely, but on the day of the Chitauri attack, he returned from his stint as the Hulk to find that his black words had turned silver. His soulmate must have watched him shift from the Other Guy into himself and said them while he was unconscious…
Length: 1,953
Tags: @starryeyes2000 @arrthurpendragon @ronearoundblindly @themaradaniels
Excerpt:
“It would be better if I had never met her at all.” Saying that didn’t have the ring of truth it had days ago.
“You’re going to run out of those by-rote responses and have to think up something original eventually, you know.”
“That will take a while. I’ve been writing them for years, Tony.”
Tony stood up and made a face. “I was trying to work the name ‘Bruce’ into ‘Benedictine Monk’ somewhere but it is just not working.”
Bruce smiled. “You went with the wrong name. ‘Bannerdictine Monk’ would have worked just fine.”
“Listen to you! I’ll have to relinquish my crown.”
Chapter Four: Breaking the Fourth Wall
Bruce didn’t wait until twenty-four hours had passed to tell Tony that he’d broken down and looked at the folder of videos of Cicely.
“Okay, you’re right. Someone’s following her. What do we do about it?” he asked the second he walked into the lab (late, with coffee for once instead of tea, and one for Tony, too, in case Stark decided to crow about that instead of the fact that his stupid plan might be working).
“So, interesting thing to note before you go all Blitz Hansen, To Catch a Predator on this guy, she seems to have caught on,” Tony said, snagging a rolling chair with his foot and collapsing onto it in a move that was equal parts smooth and frightening. “This was from yesterday morning.”
Bruce didn’t really like that the folder Tony opened was on his desktop, but then he looked more closely at Tony’s desktop. The cluster of folders kept rearranging themselves about every ten seconds or so. Tony looked over his shoulder at Bruce and then maximized the folder as if self-conscious.
“Yes, okay, I’m trying a new thing where JARVIS moves the files I’m most likely to mess with at any given point into a more prominent view. Honestly, it’s a compromise, because I used to just tell him what to open but Pepper thinks I’m relying a little too much on the automation.”
“That’s… more automation, though?”
“Cool the Butlerian Jihad.” Tony double clicked on the video he was looking for, and Bruce felt instantly guilty for recognizing Cicely’s apartment complex. “Here,” Tony said, pointing. Bruce watched as a few people left the building, but he didn’t see Cicely’s recognizable scrubs or black hair. “Missed her,” Tony said. “So did I, the first time.” He rewound the footage a bit and hit play again. “Right there.”
The woman Tony was pointing at had blonde hair, not black. She was also wearing jogging clothes, and had earbuds in, with a backpack. However, it was definitely Cicely, Bruce realized, when Tony rewound it a third time and hit pause.
“She dyed her hair and changed her typical outfit.” He was stating the obvious, but it was important.
“Your girl is smart,” Tony said, spinning his chair around to face him.
Bruce didn’t object verbally, but he frowned. She wasn’t his, that was the whole point! As he thought the words, some part of him wanted to change the word ‘point’ to ‘problem,’ which was new and concerning. He shoved the thought away, because Tony was still speaking.
“--to find out whether the guy has a secondary spy/accomplice at the hospital. Presumably when he doesn’t see her, Celery-boy here will have to assume she missed work. If he calls to find out she’s at work, she might hear about it and that’s confirmation right there. If he spots her right away tomorrow, that’s another kind of confirmation.” His grin at Bruce was more than a little teasing. “She’s your soulmate and even you had trouble recognizing her.”
“It would be better if I had never met her at all.” Saying that didn’t have the ring of truth it had days ago.
“You’re going to run out of those by-rote responses and have to think up something original eventually, you know.”
“That will take a while. I’ve been writing them for years, Tony.”
Tony stood up and made a face. “I was trying to work the name ‘Bruce’ into ‘Benedictine Monk’ somewhere but it is just not working.”
Bruce smiled. “You went with the wrong name. ‘Bannerdictine Monk’ would have worked just fine.”
“Listen to you! I’ll have to relinquish my crown.”
As with everything, Tony put all of himself into his look of admiration, and Bruce couldn’t help but feel proud, even if it was a bit of wordplay. He liked that about this man. Sure, he was narcissistic and selfish, but he was thorough, and when he liked you, he was thorough in his friendship, at least he had been so far. Even if so far, 40% of it was trying to get Bruce to accept a concept he’d painfully turned his back on after the accident. Today, that kind of thoroughness might be helpful to keep Cicely safe.
“So that video was yesterday, you said? What about today?” he reminded Tony.
“I don’t typically get them in until the evening. JARVIS, do you have the Hathaway building’s surveillance footage gathered yet?”
“Creating a new file in the Soulvengers folder for you, Sir.”
Tony cleared his throat and sat back down at the desk, as if he were avoiding Bruce’s gaze.
“Soulvengers?” Bruce asked.
“You aren’t the only lost soul in need of reconciliation,” Tony said loftily.
Just as Tony had predicted, the tall, skinny man with the thin mustache spotted Cicely right away. In the video, Bruce could see her noticing the man by holding her phone up as she approached the cross street. He could tell that she recognized the stalker, because instead of crossing the street, Cicely turned on her heel, pushed brusquely past him, and called for a taxi.
The stalker lurked against the facade of the building and watched until it drove away.
Bruce felt the Other Guy lift his head and take notice. “What time does she get off of work?”
“Woah, toss some sand on those coals, doc. Flattening the guy isn’t going to help things.”
“JARVIS?” Bruce tried instead.
“Cicely Besnard’s shift at Children’s ends this evening at 8 PM. She’s usually seen leaving the building between twenty-five and forty minutes later.”
“What are you going to do, tell the guy you were stalking her first?” Tony asked. It was a reasonable question, but Bruce’s blood ran hot in his veins.
“Not at all,” Bruce said, loosening the button at his throat. “I doubt I’ll have to do much more than encourage him to find a new target, one with fewer friends in high places.” He rolled his shoulders, loosening his body. If things went the way he planned them to, he’d be more calm, more persuasive, by that evening. “JARVIS, if you’ve got some sort of process set up to track her, can you track him? Can we find out if he does find a new target, and gather evidence to present to that new target in as minimal and helpful way as possible?”
“Yes, Dr. Banner. Might I suggest a more professional-sounding name for that folder? Though, dare I say it, ‘soulvenger’ would likely be more applicable to that venture, in the end.”
“And here I thought you’d chucked your morals,” Tony laughed, a bit nervously.
“Hmm? Oh, the comment about finding a new target. No, I just don’t want Cicely to have to deal with the court nonsense. If this guy makes a habit of stalking, he’ll dig himself into a new case soon enough,” Bruce said.
Bruce wore jeans, a baseball cap, and a nondescript jacket to stand outside the hospital waiting for Cicely to emerge. Of course, he wasn’t really waiting for her, he was waiting for the stalker, if he was around. He’d indeed calmed a little, but not much. There was a non-zero chance that he might lose control tonight. A part of him was screaming that he had no right to reject this woman but also act like a bulldog snapping at anyone else who showed interest, but Bruce felt pretty confident that the other man was not a potential love interest. The barge pole of a man had bad intentions, and Bruce would set him straight.
Hopefully without her noticing that it was happening at all.
That was why he’d come to her workplace, strangely enough. Cicely Besnard knew that someone was following her in the mornings. She’d changed her appearance to throw the guy, and had reacted in an appropriately freaked-out manner when she’d seen it hadn’t worked for very long. She’d be ready to see the guy tomorrow, or whenever her next work day was. Would she be as on edge leaving work? Bruce’s gut instinct said no. That made it the best place for him to confront the guy.
He used his years of experience having seen people standing outside hospitals to blend in. There was always one guy who looked deeply concerned, checked his phone all the time, and sometimes stood and just watched the entrance, as if hoping like hell his ex would come walking out and he could tell her he was sorry. With his attire so different from his normal clothing, Bruce didn’t think he was recognizable as Bruce Banner at all, particularly not to Cicely, if she saw him.
Then, he caught sight of the stalker guy. He was in a suit, one that had clearly been bought off-rack at a resale store by the fit. Bruce made his way over to him over the course of five minutes, focused on anything but the man himself. Cicely herself would probably not appear for another ten minutes.
“You here waiting for your girl too?” Bruce asked sheepishly, not looking at the guy.
“Fuck off.”
“What a coincidence, because that’s my message for you. From myself and a few friends.”
The Other Guy was lurking, waiting, watching. Bruce could feel his presence in the tightness of his skin, the heaviness in his chest, the heat in his veins. He was holding steady without concern of transforming, at least for now, but the odd thing about it was that Bruce could feel the interest, the investment that the Hulk had in what he was doing. It mirrored his own vested interest, which he hadn’t clearly understood was so deep until that very moment.
“Friends, sure. Thanks for your time, weirdo.”
Bruce shot a glance over to see the guy tapping out a cigarette into his hand, unconcerned and unmoving. “Find a new obsession. This young lady has friends in high places.”
“I can’t believe you assholes are checking up on me after not paying me for yesterday,” the guy said in a hoarse, furious whisper. “If you want multiple eyes on this bitch you’re going to have to pay for the ones you have, or I’m going to bounce.”
Bruce sucked in a deep, desperate breath and gritted out, “I’ll pass it along,” before turning and running in the direction of Central Park. His only thought was to get as far away from his soulmate before leaning into his absolute rage.
This went beyond stalking. This went beyond a single man’s obsession-- whether that man was himself, or the thin criminal haunting Cicely Besnard on behalf of some other, more powerful figures.
Bruce hoped to hell it wasn’t about him. He’d never forgive himself.
At the last minute, when he was leaning with both hands on a mailbox and watching them turn green, knowing that his neck has already done so despite desperately fighting against it, Bruce saw a blur of red and gold land beside him.
“Hold on for three more minutes and I’ll get you to the room,” Tony said, grabbing him with arms strong enough to lift twice his weight, thanks to his Iron Man suit. “If you Hulk out in midair, though, we’re going to have to try it the fun way.”
“Get going,” Bruce growled at him.
Tony took off, streaking toward the tower. “You might not be the only one with a vitamin deficiency. I should never have let you do this.”
Bruce couldn’t tell him it was worth it thanks to what he’d learned, but Tony would find out soon enough. Just that thought was enough to break his fragile grasp on sanity. After that, all he saw was green.
Next chapter, Bruce wakes up in containment, and has to figure out whether he is the most dangerous person in Cicely's life at the moment.
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This post assumes you know the basics by now Part 2
Welcome back sickos (quikos?). Since I already covered the time constraints, team management and compensation aspect of the Flowergothic saga, we are moving on to what is unmistakably the core of the nontroversy.
As I wrote previously, there's no denying there was an at least platonic aspect to this whole thing from Julia's part, the two drunken love confessions appear in the last 5 or so pages if you want to see them in context. The stalking happened in Twitter and no party has come forward to either prove or disprove it.
Let's get some facts straight. Julia ended her video about working for Quinton saying that the partnership ended for very personal reasons she wasn't comfortable disclosing. It isn't a reach to assume those reasons are why Quinton decides to start his response the way he did and by the end of it he spins the whole narrative around to being unable to trust collaborators in fear they may want to get too personal. Yeah, let's say I could write a frigging essay about my problems with his response.
So Julia complains she was told she was a friend but was never treated as such and in the context of the chat logs I can see what actually happened.
Quinton pretty much friend zoned a woman he wasn't even friends with. He calls her a friend in order to defuse her advances without having to say no directly and let's just say when he opens his bulleted list to reject her with "I saw it coming" I was like no shit.
If you were to open the PDF file and just speedrun it without skipping pages you would see a good deal of pages are Julia selfies fishing for compliments.
If you were to see more carefully you would see the many virtual hugs, I like yous and looking cute todays.
So maybe you are thinking, maybe Quinton is just keeping it professional right? Nope, he proceeds to vent about his own problems because his Discord server isn't enough.
It seems this Flowergothic person actually overplayed the supportive friend role for Quinton, huh? Honestly is kind of concerning on both ends specially at the point Julia starts posting fan reactions and comments for iBinged iCarly in order to cheer him up.
So let's move to how this contrasts with some of her complaints about Quinton not accommodating her emotional needs she has mentioned on Twitter, TikTok and YouTube for over a year. Including her editing duties were also affecting her own channel (mainly her video on the Duggar family), opening up about dealing with her own KF thread and having to deal directly with an iCarly episode that reminded her of trauma.
That would be iHurt Lewbert.
Here's a TikTok that acts as a pretty grounded summary of things from her perspective with evidence.
Remember that the stalker narrative depends on a Twitter exchange we can't verify because Quinton softblocked her and according to him he doesn't have it either yet he has the screen caps he showed in his response. He only has the messages right after the Discord conversation ends when Julia was very civil, then says she became very aggressive and then has his evidence to prove it.
Truth be told I think he is owed as much scepticism as Julia faced, because this became a big game of he said, she said. Specially because people started throwing SH accusations for what’s in the same league as Quinton's very own DM humiliation a couple of years back.
Just remember one of the opening lines of the response is "I was hoping this was going to go away by ignoring it".
Here's the Drive link so you can come to your own conclusions: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1b3-rLmMYK7EFMFsA4aNITLKgtH6ILWeB
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Hey Lolly , got a question for you.
What are some main things you like about Zelda breath of the wild? I know you are a fan of the game, and I'm considering getting and playing it. I haven't played a Zelda game before, so I'd like like to know what you think is interesting/ fun about this game.
Hiya!! OK so there's a whole lot, honestly, but spinning it specifically knowing it would be your first zelda game--
So the first thing is that it's a really well built overall, by which I mean it's beautiful, and logical, and easy to understand--it actually managed to hit all three points of the hypothetical triangle somehow! So what you get is a very very big very very pretty cell shaded landscape absolutely full of little puzzles and hidden areas and surprises and fun things to discover and poke and figure out--and the mechanics used to do that poking and discovering and setting things on fire are simple and make sense, and behave the way you expect them to. You pick up a stick, you can light it on fire--if the stick is on fire and you walk into some tall grass, the grass catches fire--if a breeze then picks up, the fire spreads. If you chop down a tree while facing a specific direction, it will fall the way you face. If you push on a boulder at the top of a hill, it'll roll down the path of least resistance and bounce around when it hits obstacles in the way. When you wear metal armor and a sword in a thunderstorm, you get struck by lightning. If you sneak up behind a horse and they notice you you get kicked in the head. If you punch a chest to open it, his hand hurts and he shakes it out. It feels weirdly bafflingly wonderfully real in a way that's hard to express without visuals to be honest!
That's the big umbrella thing. For me personally, I like the way the motion controls are useful and fun but mostly optional. I like the music, and I Really like the sound design--I get a kick out of seeing how Link's walking noises change based on what he's wearing or where he's walking. I Love the way it looks, I've gotten so many beautiful screenshots out of this game, there's something lovely absolutely everywhere. I like the animal behavior, finding a horse and bonding with it makes me all soft and squooshy lol. I love love love the story, and I'm not going to go into detail cus it's worth avoiding spoilers, but there's a few moments that made me cry like a baby. I like how Link actually has responses to people--he likes puns. I like that you walk into this beautiful, broken, terribly empty world, and you learn to love the world and the people so much and you get to help bring it back--it's coming back on its own, slowly, the battlefields are as full of flowers as they are rusted weaponry, but you get to have a not so small part in making a home for people again. Its not all swinging a sword--you get to play matchmaker, and help build a new town. I love how open but not entirely directionless it is--you Can go anywhere, after the tutorial, and do anything--but you're given some advice and a few people to look for, if you want a little push in a direction. On paper, the world seems utterly open and a little chaotic, but when you get in, there's a feeling of direction in a lot of places; where you can tell that you can go however you like but once upon a time in the game's history, there was a road here. You can't pet the dogs, unfortunately, but you can feed them and you can spin in circles with them. And you Can pet the horses while riding them!
I'll be honest though mostly it's just beautiful. Visually, yes, but also the whole soundscape is beautiful, and the story is beautiful, and I think it's a lovely way to spend entirely too many hours. I've fully played through it about 6 times, and started new files just to mess about in maybe a dozen more. I'm so excited for it's sequel that I can hardly breathe. 11/10, can't recommend strongly enough.
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The Ballerina P4
Media IRL
Character Thomas brodie sangster
Couple Tbs X reader
Rating Dark + Sweet
Concept The Ballerina and her patron
I was nervous honestly, firstly due to the fact this was my first performance, secondly because Thomas had always stopped patronising girls once they got their roles even if he assured me he was still going to look after me, and thirdly this director made me feel very uncomfortable.
But whenever I felt too bad I would glance at Thomas who always smiled and looked so proud of me. Once the rehearsal was done I much like every other girl scampered off to my patron.
"How did I do?"
"You look beautiful" he Cooes
"You think so?"
"I know so. You're going to make an excellent… what are you playing again?"
"Backing fairy seven"
"Well you shall be my favourite little fairy" he smiled giving my head a kiss
"I'm a little nervous"
"Why? I told you. You have nothing to worry about I'm not going to ship of my prize investment now am I?"
"I know. But still" I answered glancing at the director who still loomed
"Umm. I know." He muttered slightly giving him a glare "I don't like the way he was looking at you."
"He's the director he has to look at me"
"Doesn't mean I have to like it" he snapped putting a hand on my waist and keeping me fairly close "now. Is there anything? Anything my little fairy wants before her big show on Friday?"
"I don't think so."
"No? No new dress? New shoes? A nice new ribbon for your hair? A nice new perfume perhaps?"
"I don't need anything Thomas thank you"
"Come on. Please. Something" he whines "what will the other boys think of me if I'm not spoiling my little fairy"
"Well, I don't need anything"
"Want something then? Come on, there must be something."
"Surprise me"
"Yeah? Alright. You will be surprised" he smiled
I did my last rehearsal finishing my last little fairy costume even if I felt nervous and concerned as I danced with my fellow fairies the director walked around us all correcting us when we make mistakes, and of course, his hands travelled and wondered when he was correcting mistakes, the scent of his aftershave filling my nose enough to almost make me cough I didn’t want him near me but such is the situation with getting a part, as soon as I was finished with the rehearsal I bolted upstairs to my bed trying to make sure to stay away from him, but as soon as I got to the bed I saw something a large cream paper box tied with a baby blue ribbon bow with a small card tucked under it
‘For Y/n
A little gift for you to wear after your big performance tomorrow night
I’ll be watching my darling,
X Thomas’
I smiled and sat on my bed pulling at the ribbon until it was free and opening the box pulling back the sweet cream tissue paper revealing a beautiful clearly expensive brand new cotton and tulle sky blue dress with little white ribbons and a new pair of shoes of the same blue and white, I couldn’t help my smiled standing up to hold the dress to me doing a little spin with the many fabric layers, but quickly packed it back into the box so I could wear it after the show.
My heart was beating out of my chest I only had one scene but I had to get ready with all the other girls to perform. Just standing on the backstage listening to people file in from the lobby for the second act. I watched the performance from the sidelines unable to stop my excitement but… I felt a hand on my back I could smell the director's aftershave behind me, he ran his hand down the small of my back and gripped my ass. As well as the girl beside me. “Lillian. Back to the practice room” he told the girl beside me
“But I-” she began as our scene was only moments away
“Miss Penelopy will dance your part”
“But sir I-” she began but he moved to face her and slapped her face hard so hard that her cheek went bright red and her lip busted with a slight bit of blood
“Go back to the practice room. Now,” he demanded
“Yes sir” she nods tears welling up in her eyes as she bolts away from the stage immediately being replaced by Penelope I tried not to worry about it even if I felt awful for Lillian
“Knew it.” Alice said beside me
“What?” I asked quietly
“Penelope told her patron she’d do anything to be in the show.”
“What do you mean?” I asked
“Her patron promised he’d make a deal with the director.”
“I can hear you” Penelope spoke up “Don’t you glare at me, everything I did I did for my part same as you”
“Not all of us suck the director off to kick another girl out of the show Penelope”
“And you didn’t let your patron blow your back out for that new dress Miss Alice.”
“Hum.” Alice pouted
“I- I-” I shuttered unsure how to reply
“Don’t even try to defend yourself. We all know what you did for those shoes.” Penelope snapped at me
“I- I didn’t do anything.”
She simply gave me a side eye but her expression changed when she saw my face “No. you didn’t.” she says “Be careful. Pretty soon your patrons going to want his payment.” she says
The moment she did the que came in the music so we had to scamper onto the stage for our scene. I did my best not to make mistakes but I found myself like a dear in the headlights my heart racing I almost forgot to breathe seeing all the lights on me, it was terrifying and my concerned for every single step in my little fairy costume, as soon as the music was finished we rushed off backstage again. I couldn’t help my smiles and blushes waiting through the rest of the performance, once the show was over the curtain call plaid as a fairy being such a small part I was actually back on first taking a bow to the crowd of applause all the eyes watching me I felt so proud of myself I looked out beyond the blinding lights to the sea of well-dressed people I rushed over with the other fairies to the side watching as everyone else in the ballet came out to take their own bows, and as I looked out a the sea of people I meet those chocolate eyes.
He sat in the second closest box on the left-hand side with a few other men I had often seen him around he leaned on the wall of the box his elbow on the wall his chin on his hand smiling at me, he saw me looking and he winked at me moving his hand to press a gentle kiss to his palm and blowing me a kiss which only turned me even redder. Once Valerie took her bow as the main princess of our ballet we all hurried backstage I couldn’t help my smile quickly rushing up to get changed into my new dress and shoes doing my hair as best as I could before waiting with the other performers, brought in team by team by the director into the main backrooms to the waiting patrons and supporters all of them happy to see us, as a fairy we didn’t get much interest but still from the right people. I quickly found Thomas so I rushed over to him where he smiled giving me applause and welcoming me with open arms wrapping his arms around my waist and giving my cheek a kiss “My perfect little fairy. You did brilliantly”
“You think so?”
“The best fairy on that stage my darling”
“I don’t think most care”
“No no trust me, the whole backstage has been buzzing about my little fairy, had quite a few offers for you.”
“You have?”
“I have. Six already”
“Oh.”
“But I told you already, I’m not getting rid of my favourite.”
“You won’t?”
“Of course not.” he says “you were my first investment, no matter what I’m not getting rid of you, someone could offer me a million pounds and I still wouldn’t let anyone else have my little fairy” he smirked “In fact. Shall we disappear”
“Disappear?”
“Everyone wants to do trading post performances, and I am not doing any trading or selling. So how about you and I take you out in your sweet little dress somewhere special where you can be treated properly”
“I’m not sure… shouldn't I stay.”
“Come on. For me my little fairy?”
“Okay” I nodded
“Good girl. Go get your coat and we’ll go”
“I don’t have a coat.”
“Oh. I’ll buy you one on the way” he smirked sitting his hand on my waist and tugging me along towards the door.
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characters and their dual themes
#oceandi arts#generic protagonist#champion protagonist#guzma#plumeria#I wanted to practice some skies today - I've been restless and it helps to try new things#anyways I whipped this up in about 5 hours which isn't too shabby!! definitely faster than similar experiments in the past#my partner helped me out with feedback on the dawn and twilight corners while we watched columbo (you know - from the memes) too#I like opening the file just to spin it around honestly#it was fun!!#just realized that guzma's is leaking off the circle but honestly I kind of love that 😳
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Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?
No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good!
Hawks Rut Headcannons
Genre: fluff, smut
Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)
Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times
Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao
NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)
Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.
Pre-Rut Behaviors
Grooming and Preening
Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.
He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.
Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has.
Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.
Possessiveness and Protection
You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a l o t.
Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”
You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.
If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.
He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...
He.
Is.
Angry.
Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.
Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.
All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.
One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.
You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean.
If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.
If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut.
You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.
Nesting
He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?”
If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.
He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.
He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you.
He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.
Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.
He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.
He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.
Noises
He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”
You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood practically belongs to him.
Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.
Rut End-game
On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.
When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.
So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.
You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.
In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.
Physical Changes
Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.
His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.
He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.
His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.
His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.
His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.
his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).
His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck
His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’
His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him.
Rut (MAJOR NSFW)
Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS).
He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.
However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.
He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.
Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.
This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.
Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.
When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.
He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!”
One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.
You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected.
He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.
He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days.
Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.
He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose.
Yeah, he’s got that much energy.
Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed.
There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.
During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you.
He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.
He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough.
He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.
Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.
He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you
How much he loves you
How good you make him feel
How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut
How you’re his mate for life
How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.
Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.
When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.
He finishes off by pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.
This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses.
His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day.
Post Rut
When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off.
He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.
He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.
Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.
He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.
He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.
Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.
Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.
Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard
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