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mamawasatesttube · 8 months

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Reading the list of fluff prompts I was struck by a deep desire for “I’m so proud of you, you know that?” from Lois to Kon.

Kon drifts.

Everything is vague, hazy, and distant, lost in a fog; exhaustion weighs at his limbs, although his perception of them is tenuous at best. He'd be content to keep his eyes closed, to fall back down into sleep, if not for this niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he needs to... he needs to... there's someone, there's someone he needs to protect...

Weary, confused, too tired to think, he turns that need over and over in his mind a few times. Pokes and prods it from different angles through the fog. Who is he protecting? From what? And why is his body so, so heavy?

God, he's so tired... Surely he can protect them better after he just... sleeps a little more. Yes. He can let himself drift back into—

And then it hits him. Metallo. Jon. Kryptonite. The explosion.

Adrenaline spikes through his chest, an echo of the metal rod that speared through his ribs a lifetime ago. It takes every ounce of his desperate strength to open his eyes.

The haziness slowly settles into the vague but recognizable outlines of the medbay at the Fortress of Solitude. He's lying on a cot, bathed in sunlight; his head hurts like Bart's in there taking out fifteen espressos on a drumset. In a chair to his right, a tablet computer in hand, is...

"Lois...?"

Lois looks up immediately at the sound of his voice, her sharp eyes softening when she meets his gaze. "Hey, squirt," she says, leaning forward. Her hand is warm against his clammy skin as she strokes his hair back from his forehead. "How're you feeling?"

Kon shakes his head a little, and instantly regrets it as the pain in his temples reverberates back and forth tenfold. "Wh... where's Jon?"

"Don't worry. He's fine, thanks to you. Barely a scratch on him." Lois smiles, but it's wan and slight. She looks tired. "He's with Clark right now. I'm not supposed to tell you, but he wanted to make you cupcakes so you feel better faster."

Fine. Relief floods through Kon's whole body; it's a double-edged sword, though, because as the adrenaline and panic fade, every bit of pain from his... everything... hurts way more. Ow.

God. Kryptonite and then a big-ass building getting exploded and falling on him would do that, but still. Ow. Owie. Ouch. Kon is not a fan of buildings falling on him. Has he ever mentioned that? He's seriously not a fan.

Still. Better him than Jon. That kid is barely fourteen. He doesn't need to be dealing with all this. Thank goodness he's okay.

"He's a good kid," Kon rasps. His throat is dry. Ugh. His head hurts. His back hurts. His legs hurt. Hell, his toes hurt. This sucks. "Ngh..."

Lois smooths his hair back from his forehead again. That's a welcome distraction from the pain, and at least the sunlight feels nice. She's probably here because Clark kicked her out of the kitchen, Kon thinks, and almost smiles at the thought. Still, it's nice not to wake up alone.

"Do you want some water?" Lois asks. She leans over and picks up a bottle from the bedside table that Kon didn't notice until now. "Here." She twists off the cap, scoots forward, and slips a hand beneath his head to help him lift it; her other hand gently tips the mouth of the bottle to his lips. "Sip slowly so you don't make yourself sick."

Obediently, Kon sips slowly. The water is cool and refreshing against his dry tongue and throat, and with Lois's help he drinks around half the bottle before he's had his fill.

A drop lingers on his lips, runs down his chin. Lois sets the bottle aside, plucks a tissue from the box on the table, and wipes it away.

Kon stares at her. She's so... she's being so gentle with him right now. His weary, confused heart skips a beat in his chest.

He takes a shaky breath as she helps him lie back against the pillows. "Lois... 'm sorry," he breathes, closing his eyes against the pain radiating from his skull. Kryptonite always triggers his stupid TTK overuse migraines. Sucks. "For... not getting Jon outta danger."

"What?" Lois sounds incredulous. "You—oh, you Kent boys will be the goddamn death of me, I swear, always taking the world on your shoulders for everyone—" She cuts herself off with a huff. "Conner, you have nothing to apologize for, least of all to me. I'm not—I'm so proud of you, you know that?"

Now it's Kon's turn to be baffled. What?

It's befuddling enough that he opens his eyes to blink at her. Does he have a concussion? What's going on? What did he possibly do to make Lois proud? Like, don't get him wrong, he's thrilled to hear it, but...

Lois pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. "Alright, squirt, listen to me. You did an amazing job keeping everyone safe from Metallo today. Everyone except yourself, at least. I... lord, don't give me those eyes, now. Yours are even worse than Clark's."

What eyes? Kon blinks again, still bewildered. He's just looking at her normally? And he just did what he was made to do, so why is she proud...? What is going on?

"Huh?" he manages, eloquent as ever.

Lois heaves another deep sigh and rakes a hand through her hair. Another lock falls out of her already-disheveled bun. "Look. We can talk about all this later. You need to rest up so you heal now, alright?"

That does sound good. Kon is very tired. And everything hurts. Has he mentioned that his everything hurts? Because his everything hurts. "Mmkay."

Lois smiles down at him. Then she stands up from her chair, leans down, and—Kon's breath catches in his throat—presses a warm kiss to his forehead.

"Get some sleep, squirt," she tells him, fondness clear in her voice. "I'll be here when you wake up. And so will your cupcakes."

"Yeah," Kon agrees, his chest tight. He closes his eyes before she can catch a glimpse of any tears that definitely, one hundred percent, are not forming. "Sweet."

As he falls back asleep, he's still smiling.

#rimi writes #necer0s #kon #lois #KON & LOIS.... OAUGH. FAMBILY...

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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ahhh gotta be quick with demon slayer before it fills up haha

SANEGIYU ANGST. because i just know that at some point sanemi was tired or distracted or smth like that and called giyu kanae. and while the horror of what just happened settles into his chest and he starts apologizing, giyu just looks him dead in the eye and says with an ever so slight tremble to his voice: "it's okay, sabito."

OOF. Ouch, owie! This one hurt! My heart is broken, be right back gonna go wallow in Sanegiyuu fluff *dives in*

CW: Mentions of death, mentions of blood

“Thanks, Kanae.”

And just like that- everything collapsed.

~~ Soft black hair all down her back. The smell of Peonies as she moved. Her smile- radiant and unyielding even in the face of his rage. Butterfly clips that held back her hair as she tended to his bleeding arms.

“You’re gonna bleed out one day, Shinazugawa.” She chided softly, her voice like bells.

“Good. Maybe I’ll bring all the demons to me when I die.” He shrugged, wincing when she pinched his bicep. “Ow, the hell?”

“Don’t talk like that.” Her voice took on a rare edge, and when she looked up, pale lilac eyes held a hard glare. “Never say that again.”

“Jeez, calm down.” Sanemi sighed, even as he felt himself give in. “It’s not like it’s not a possibility. We’re Hashira. We’re bound to die young.”

“Maybe. Still, don’t speak of your death so easily. There’s always someone who’ll be hurt by it.” Her expression softened, something sad in her gaze. “I’m rather fond of you. I’d rather not hear from your crow of your untimely demise.”

Sanemi had nothing to say to that, only watching as she tied off the bandage around his arm.

Sanemi’s chest twisted, the name on his tongue so familiar and so achingly heavy. He missed her. He missed her gentle touch, her soft voice, the way she never failed to make his heart race like-

Like…

Oh dear god.

He twisted around, eyes widening as they fell upon an unreadable Giyu. GIyu, his boyfriend.

Giyu, the person he’s supposed to love.

Giyu, whose heart he just shattered.

“Giyu…I’m so sorry…” Sanemi whispered out, his voice too choked to speak any louder.

The Water Hashira seemed frozen, still as a statue. His expression was hidden in his bangs. Please. Sanemi begged internally. Please look up.

Giyu finally did, and his eyes…

Those eyes…

“It’s okay, Sabito.”

Sanemi didn’t hear him as he walked away.

He couldn’t hear anything anymore.

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

#headcanons to dabbles #demon slayer #sanemi shinaguzawa #giyu tomioka #angst #sanegiyuu #mentions of Kanae #Mentioned SaneKane #I hurt writing this lols

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reservoirreputation · 10 months

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I'm maybe a half hour into Holy Smoke

And I can't stop thinking about how hot Harvey Keitel is.

Jesus fucking christ that man can get it 25/8 366 days out of the fucking year he's so unbearably hot I knew this was gonna happen I can't be normal while watching a movie with him.

Also, the movie's great, so far!

Kate Winslet singing along to You Oughta Know is so fucking cute, I love her so fucking much.

That one character that just let the kid faceplant because she was too distracted by Harvey Keitel? That's me. I don't know if I've ever related to a character more, goddamn.

On the one hand, 'good for you girl, knowing what you want (PJ's dick) and going for it, (blowing him)' but also going 'he's not your therapist girl, get help. This is a little sad.' Breathe through it, indeed. Also, what's sadder than writing yourself love letters that are so convincing that your boyfriend thinks you must be cheating?

Kate just read him to filth, this is great. The slurping was a nice touch. You can tell it really hit a nerve with him.

The more I watch, the more I'm convinced Campion's written another 19th century drama, but it's set in 1999. The whole 'breaking a woman's spirit to show her the light' but it's really about getting to know her and listening to her and letting her rage, yell and scream. About two stubborn as hell personalities clashing and coming together.

The reveal of 'HELP' spelled out in rocks absolutely sent me. Also, canon bi PJ?

Girl, you've thrown out the bad shit and immediately want to fill the void.

This is why the family can't get involved. You spend 10k on getting her help and want to fuck with that? And the driving, jesus it's spiking my anxiety.

The first sex scene ended so abruptly and hilariously, that this second one's making my mind melt. Good on you Campion, having Harvey Keitel go down on someone in two movies.

When the voice of reason shows up. Also, thank you, again, Campion, for gifting us Harvey's titties. Appreciate you <3. Also, everyTHING IS NOT FINE

NO ONE. TOLD ME. THAT SHE'D BE PUTTING LIPSTICK ON HIM. GETTING HIM IN A DRESS THAT SHOWS OFF HIS TITS. NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THE INTIMACY OF IT AND HOW HE LOOKS AT HER WITH *THOSE* EYES. TUMBLR YOU'VE FAILED ME.

Side note, PJ wearing pants under the dress was 100% me in ballet class when I was six. The second time I've felt seen in this movie.

The whole 'BE KIND" scene, ow. Ow ouch owie. 'I'm heartless. No one can be around me, no one even likes me' good fucking lord, this is really getting to the heart of what it means to be someone vulnerable to this type of brainwashing, huh?

This is definitely a comedy of errors.

OH MY FUCKING GOD SHE'S IN THE TRUNK

HE JUST TURNED THE RADIO ON

'I'M NOT IN YET' I LOVE THIS MOVIE

Is this the epitome of 'I can make him better' 'I can make him worse'

Nothin' better for the soul than a spiritual awakening/heat stroke.

The way they're with other people, living their separate lives, but have each other's love, even from across the world? Fucking hell, Campion.

And roll credits.

What a realistic, yet weirdly hopeful ending. Movie as a whole, just the right amount of heartfelt, dramatic and funny. Truly never seen anything quite like this. Would watch again if I'm in a very specific mood, easily.

#him and Tim Roth have ruined my brain #holy smoke #jesus can he chill?#harvey keitel #kate winslet #this is a live blog now I guess #as a heads up this movie may be a romantic comedy first but it does get into some heavy shit #it's a movie about exiting someone from a cult after all #but I'm also talking about footage of some of the most infamous cults and their ends #kinda a lot if you're not expecting it #removing streaming mentions #either google where to watch or go to your local library

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yzeltia · 2 years

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FFXIVWRITE Day 26: Break a Leg

Characters: Lyse Hext, Jannie Eyradoux

Summary: Jannie catches up with Lyse after some time apart

Rating: T, for Teen

Notes: Dragging U'rahn is an Olympic sport

"Owie! Oh! Careful Jannie!"

Lyse flinched as Jannie tightened a bandage around her leg. The Elzen smiled at her clean wrappings, carefully taping it despite the young woman's squirming. "There. We'll let it compress overnight to ensure it's set properly then we'll magick it the rest of the way there in the morning."

Miss Hext nodded, blushing a bit as she looked at her bandage. "I'm sorry. I intended your visit to be leisurely and I found a way to make you have to work."

"Think nothing of it dear. I've longed for the simple days of tending to your scrapes and having Papalymo fret about."

The girl smiled, nodding. "He was ever the worrywart, wasn't he."

"Indeed," Jannie answered, putting away the first aid kit, "I remember a time you picked when an onerous marmot came after you. You of course knocked it out, but then more kept coming. I thought he might have a heart attack seeing you swarmed by the creatures but it just turned out you'd brushed up against one of the honey hives near Hawthorne and they just wanted to lick it off you."

Lyse laughed then winced as the shaking vibrated into her leg. "How are the others?"

"Unchanged. I think we're all rather relieved to have a bit of a respite...except for maybe the adventure hungry Miqo'te boys."

"G'raha does not seem to be able to sit still. And U'rahn...I wonder does he still fancy me?"

Jannie drew back in shock, hand clutching her necklace for a moment. "That is a jest...right?"

"Perhaps not. He was very endearing. Y'shtola has pointed out to me that I have the power to fluster others. I think it might be easier courting a friend rather than any of these green boys playing soldier."

The Elzen took in a breath. "By the Fury...," she breathed out. "Surely there are others...I...I apologize I'm not sure I have the faculties to discuss what a terrible match that would be. Better a pretend soldier then a pretend Nuhn."

Lyse let out another loud laugh, watching Jannie fret. "Ow..oh...Your expression is worth the pain. I could never, would never..."

Jannie narrowed her eyes at the girl then smiled as she swallowed a laugh. "You laugh but your humors both align. It's not so far removed from reality that you might fancy a strong young lad like him."

"Perish the thought."

"It's in the flames of Thal already."

Calming down, Lyse raised her good leg and hugged at her knee. "This really takes me back. When I'd get sick in Gridania you'd sit at my bedside with Papalymo and tend to me until I was well. We'd read stories together while he'd cook my favorite meals... It felt sort of like having parents again...Did you ever know I was not Yda?"

Jannie closed her eyes for a moment then shook her head. "I did not. I only knew you were a strong young woman that had to grow up all too fast. Papalymo kept your secrets well."

Sighing, the Elzen gently brushed her hands through Lyse's hair then coaxed her onto her back. "I believe it is time for young heads of state to rest. Tomorrow is not lost. We can run around Ala Mhigo all you want after I finish healing your leg. I'll fetch a pitcher of water should you get thirsty in the night."

"But - I wished to go over our recent instructure plans. I think you'll find that we borrowed heavily from Ishgard's reformation and wanted to see what you thought."

"And here I was thinking you just intended to take me shopping and show off your apparent suitors. Still, I want you to rest through tomorrow. Threaten me with a good time on the morrow."

"Oh! But-"

"I won't hear it. Rest."

With that Jannie rose and motherly kissed the young woman's forehead before departing to do as she said. Wandering through the hall, she stopped at a new portrait, finding Papalymo sternly staring down at her. Smiling, she touched his painted hand."She walks true my love..."

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #ffxivwrite2022 #ff14 #ffxiv endwalker #lyse hext #jannie eryadoux

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ireaditsoyoudonthaveto · 1 year

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ooooooh ouch ow owie my heart. my fucking. oooooooh my feelings. ow owie.

Checkpoint 3: It's all ogre now :(

dude. frank. how did you not know it was luke on the phone dumbass

imagine kissing a priest. could. could no. couldnt be. couldnt be m. i want it to be me so bad

ELLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i just really like the detail in scenes where frank is Dying of Pain Disease but the like crowd laughing and anger and shit is also included. really nice use of the passion i guess. words.

okay but actually what if frank hadn't gone with them. i know this is fiction so obviously he was going to but he was kinda right that yall took away his friends his job and everything just like that!!! with no fucking warning!!! what the hell

frank disease of interpretting anyone's crisis of faith as a gay awakening specifically for him

bob bryar /hj

You're going to hell, brother. is kind of a raw line

oof ouch owie my infected balls

god i wish that were me <- gerard being choked out

#uhv #i have been all things unholy #checkpoints.txt #this took me so fucking long to write #because of the stupid fucking synopsis posts #oh my gpd #cannot wait to read the next part and put off writing about it for this long again #kill me #unholyverse reread

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needyoulikeaheartbeet · 5 months

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evermore - first listen

I just realized I never posted this!!! I had also recorded my first listen, but I know I had to take a big break after listening to marjorie because at that point, it had been two days shy of being 1 month since I lost my Nonno.

1. willow It's catchy!!! Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind LOVE WRECK MY PLANS AW SHES OUTSIDE :( Lol'd at 90s trend HECK YEAH

2. champagne problems CUTE PIANO MELODY!!!!!!!!!! The verses! VOCALIZATIONS omg so pretty So soft Whoa bridge and ending omg wow

3. gold rush Trompette Winter feels holidaaaaaaaaaaaay The harmony layering oooooo Rose blush oooooooooooooooo What must it be like Her vocals wow

4. tis the damn season Oooooooooooo so nice guitar good depth neck crunchy The heart im breaking is my own oMF

5. tolerate it OOO PIANOOOOOOOOo the lyrics???? what the f OW MY SOUL those strings toward the end yessssss

6. no body no crime Nice siren touch HARMONIQUE!!!!!! This feels 2000s SECOND VERSE OOO PLOT TWIST! THE STORY TELLING HEeeeEE THE END ! O

7. happiness This sounds sad That is sad wow there was happiness because of me / after me OOOOOOOOOOOOOO that was so GOOOOOOOD in the bridge melodic then jaw drop (starting 3:06) The build up at the end ahh

8. dorothea THATS SO CUTE HEY DOROTHEA AW The piano makes me want to grab a briefcase and hop to the train station Opheliaa a a a Lol Youre a queen ! CUTE Stay beautiful reminder? Idk you know you’ll always know me

9. coney island nice chorus ooo their voices together and then the instrumentals MUAH chefs kiss NICE BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!! Omg i love their voices together <3

10. ivy ALL I SEE IS GREEN LYRICS TOP TIER

11. cowboy like me OOOOOOOOOOOO YES #4 in mybook so far maybe Eyes full of stars again!! OOO THAT GUITARRRRRRRRRRRRR YES Ill pay for it line CUTE Light harmonica!!! CUTE

12. long story short video game drum beat ok catchy! ee-yeh reminds me of avril lavigne im all about you !! <3 cute! Ever and evermore Cute ending

13. marjorie intro - I thought this was like old renaissance helpful guy skipping in to deliver message lol GOOD LINE at the beginning wow You’re alive, so alive. Never be so polite you forget your power. And the opposite. WHAT EXCELLENCE Archer style build up This hurts Im crying The bridge told me it was her grandmother.

14. closure what is UNIQUE INTRO i love her voice in thissss BEERS AND CANDLES

15. evermore Nice piano july footsteps pretty sounding I love strings Rewind tape so pretty Pain would be forevermore owie :(

________________

a couple months later, when i was ready, evermore was there waiting for me. the appreciation i developed for each song, the solace i found during one of the hardest periods of my life... i cannot put it into words. this album is so special to me.

#evermore #first listen #personal #I JJUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THISSSS

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minyboy · 7 months

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Nothing Matters (Halloween Monster “Roleplay” 3) Part 11

Enough fun and games, this nerd dies now. I'll take the form of a local mutant wolf and have a quick merry chase. The guy is fast for a lazy bum who just reads all day. Woof, bark bark, growl, I'm a big scary dog. I hope you have a fear of dogs, I didn't research that part. Oh no, the poor Johnny Depp doppelganger is stuck in a corner of rubble and fire. SNACK TIME! *wack* Ow. Owie. Shit! Damn! He had a board with a nail, it's now in my eye. Oh, I can't see. Damn, nerd! This wolf form sucks, back to perfection, Freddy! Oh, that nail is still in my eye. I feel the rusty nail slowly sinking into my skull every time I look around. My black blood is streaming down my perfectly scarred face. It tastes of posin. So woozy. "Hey nerd, great move there. Too bad it will be your last. Your friends might have been impressed with it. Maybe even mummy dear would have said, good job son. Too bad your father can't!" Oh, I've got him now, he's pissed his pants. It stinks, I love it. *wack* *wack* "Too bad bad you lost your nail. Don't worry, I have five more for you punk." I jam my clawed hand right up his stomach. I feel his small intestines, wet, bloody, full of fear. There is the large intestines, full of the crap he's about to put in his pants. His blood is slowly tricking out of the entry wound, it lubricates my arm. Up through his stomach, his last meal gushing out about my hand, I can feel the acid try to eat my skin. Nick the liver just to be a dick. Go past these lungs, they are breathing so quickly. But like wet sponges, they let out their liquids when squeezed, and finally his heart. beating faster than a hummingbird out of Hell, and most likely as tiny. I won't even bother showing him it, I'll just shred it to pieces. "and in the end nerd, nothing you ever did matters. you die alone, just as you lived." Then I throw the body into the fire. Brutal. There is one dead crispy kid. What the hell is wrong with me? I just killed someone! I tortured him! I watched the life come out of his eyes, it was unnatural. I'm a monster from Hell! I have a damn nail in my eye. Ok, one, two, ARRRRRRRRGGGG!!!!! That's going to leave a mark. Two down, four to go.

-Miny Freddy Krueger

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shmothman · 2 years

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Psst did you know Volo answers differently if you say "I don't know" to the post-game dream question? -> "You don't even know... Then perhaps the day will come when you will suffer and agonize as I do now..." Just thought I'd share that pain as revenge for yesterday's nasty cliffhanger♡

OW OWNOW OUCH HEY OWIE

My HEART

(Volo you bitch I’m suffering right NOW bc you BETRAYED ME)

(side note I’ll add that to the transcript, I didn’t find anyone on YouTube who chose the other answer 🤣)

#HMMGBGNGG MANY THIUGHTS HEAD FULL.#but also don’t make me post flynn rider ‘you were my new dream’ dot gif #parries this angst with excessive fluff—#also yeah fair I deserved this for that (literal) cliffhanger 🤣#pla spoilers #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #Volo #pokemon #pla #anon #thanks for the ask!!#sef answers

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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i read your post about leshy not realizing kaycee's fate and everything and GOD MY HEART OWCH OWIE ITS ANGST HOURS TONIGHT OWE OWE OW????

i already loved this man and now my heart is crying

how dare. oh, the only remedy that can heal this grievous wound is to hear about your headcanons on this winkly tree man u.u

(hope youre doing well by the way)

-redacted-scrybe

@redacted-scrybe Big same bestie, I think about Leshy and Kaycee every day now

Sorry for the wound, I shall patch it with softer Leshy thoughts, I have many all of the time anyway

I am in the camp of deer in headlights Leshy

Stands with his hands raptor clawed to his chest when outside his comfort zone, which is almost everywhere

He's either completely mentally checked out or hyper aware of every movement like a prey animal

VERY jumpy. A single loud noise sends him in three fit in the air. He could watch a glass fall off a shelf and the shatter would still startle him

Grimora takes extreme advantage of this, she adores bullying him with loud noises or suddenly touching him when he's not expecting it

ZOOMIES!!!!!!!!!!

Especially during big storms. Lighting!!! Thunder!! Rain!!! Mud!!!

The electric feeling he gets is uncontrollable he has to run all though the forest during storms

He'll come back when the rain stops soaking wet and covered in mud and still just a little buzzy

When not in GM mode he has a stutter when speaking, it gets worse the faster he tries to talk, he talks faster the more anxious he is

No stutter when info dumping though

You can tell by my multitude of Leshy X Readers that I fully believe he is in love with his player and this continues to stand

He loves them. Romantic, platonic, familial, or some indistinguishable mix of them all, he cannot tell, but he loves them more than anything else

He has a tail. It wags. He thinks it's embarrassing and ruins his scary villain aesthetic

He really really really wants to be the bad guy in a story let him be the villain ignore his cute little muttering he is the evil mastermind of this sick twisted game!

I think the headcanon of him slam dunking Grizzlies is common but what about him babying the shit out of Grizzlies?

Like yes he COULD suplex a 600 pound Grizzly, but he could also cradle it gently and give it head scratches and kiss it good night

He probably wouldn't do that though; I think he thinks very highly of his beasts

He does not see himself as their lord, simply their scrybe, he does not command or rule the beasts, he knows them, and tells others of them

His biggest pride and joy is his wolfs packs. There's currently 5 packs in his woods, each averaging 7-10 strong.

They are what he would consider the lords of his woods. They make the rules, and he follows

He will however brood the shit out of any orphans the Trapper brings him, if he can't find a surrogate mother

Catch him with a litter of racoon kits in his beard

On that note he's done the same thing with caterpillars

They are nesting they are eating they are sleeping and they are metamorphosing in his beard and he will not disturb them

Leshy soaks up water like a sponge he is a tree and can get very bloated and waterlogged after a rainstorm

He has to spend a full day in direct sunlight after that or he risks some of his limbs rotting

Which isn't a big deal but it can be a pain to regrow

Even more of a pain though is the new growth he'll have after absorbing so much nutrients

He looks like a taller Magnificus if he just lets it all grow out

Leshy likes to wander while thinking and doesn't really pay attention to where he's going

Luckily he's memorized every inch of his woods and never gets lost while at home

But if he's anywhere else he will wander himself away and get horribly lost

He'll also walk directly into things because he may be looking ahead but he is not seeing he is thinking

Full John Mulany "I am looking out the window. But no. I'm thinking about the Beatles."

Has just has the worst tunnel vision

You could stand right next to him and he will simply not see you he is thinking about his game and his lore

Also he purrs if you pet him but he's not use to physical affection so he panics at contact and it'll take him a moment to settle into it

#Leshy #We are back in Leshy town tonight squad #I'm doing okay thanks!!!#Thinking about Leshy thinking about Leshy thinking about Leshy #See this was actually hard for me as Leshy is one of my few F/Os I have mainly angst headcanons for #And I really like that about him dkjfskjfk #I do love soft Leshy as well though he's an old man without a brain and I love that for him #One of my favorite things about Leshy is how badly he wants to be a villain #Like idk where that obsession came from but same #He acts as your antagonist all act 1 he complaints about a 'worthy' challenger he makes his face reveal a big deal #He sits in darkness and starves all for the aesthetic of being some unknowable being at the other end of the table #He wants to be your other worldly evil mastermind and I love that for him #It's all about Aesthetic for this man and I adore him #So much #Kiss his knuckles and tell him he's cute he'll have to run out of the room to his his tail wags #Don't look at his flush he is a being of darkness and horror!!!!!#Leshy and his wolf packs and do you ever think about how he made Magnificus a wolf and why because I do #eye for an eye is the law of beasts and all that #y'all ever think about that because I sure as hell do every day #Leshy doing raptor claws my beloved he is anxious and out of place outside his cabin #He is an actor he acts all cool and controlled and together #Because he wants you his beloved to think he's all cool and controlled and together #And he is not

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 09 first part

(Masterpost) (More Canary Funsies)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

This episode features so many eternal minutes of zombie shambling that I thought I could fit everything into a single post. HA HA HA HA nope.

Zombie Temple

The trio do their best to fend off the not-zombies in the temple. Lan Wangji tells Wei Wuxian that he can’t go carving them up because they’re not actually dead, and drops a callback to their very first meeting at the gate of Cloud Recesses, when Wei Wuxian caught his attention with his pillowy lips comment on the not-dead cultivator.

Lan Wangji: You said it in that golden moment that will be seared into my memory for eternity, where I heard your voice and laid eyes on your angelic face and lost my heart forever, remember? Come on, babe, it was our very first zombie! How baked were you?

Wei Wuxian: I jerk off to the sword-fighting memory, not the zombie memory, you weirdo.

Nie Huaisang’s fear of the definitely not undead has apparently gotten him the rest of the way over his fear of Lan Wangji, because he’s now yelling “Lan-Xiong!” right along with “Wei-Xiong!” as he struggles. Note that although he later mentions that his fan is made of some fancy metal, we don’t see any evidence that he wants to fight with a fan any more than he does with a blade. I don’t hate anyone’s fan-fighting NHS headcanon, but my take is that he just isn’t a physical fighter, and that’s ok.

This is a good time to remember that our entire experience of the Nie clan so far in this story is 1. Clever but hopelessly combat-unready tiny artiste Nie Huaisang 2. Quietly helpful, absurdly pretty sidekick Meng Yao.

We don’t know yet that Nie Huasang’s gege and Meng Yao’s sugar daddy is literally the toughest motherfucker in the entire cultivation world. But his friends do! Which makes me love these dynamics even more, because not one of them criticizes Nie Huaisang for being the person he is.

(more after the cut!)

Never Let Me Go

This scene is where Wei Wuxian gives his tacit consent to being used as the eventual agent of Nie Huaisang’s vengeance....ok not really.

But he does make it clear what Nie Huaisang should do when he’s in a pickle. And NHS doesn’t forget things.

Priorities

Meanwhile, Lan Wangji isn’t nearly as patient as Wei Wuxian, and he drops a silence spell on Nie Huaisang basically out of annoyance. It’s not like they’re trying to be sneaky.

Lan Wangji: How about you have an exquisitely crafted ceramic cup of shut the fuck up?

Flute Girl

Wen Qing comes to the rescue by summoning all of the not-zombies, who happen to be her extended family, to come toast some marshmallows.

She’s another person who unwisely demonstrates, where Wei Wuxian can hear her, the power of flutes over zombies.

This move doesn’t seem to do anything important but it looks cool.

Brother Dynamic: Bad. Really Bad.

Jiang Cheng shows up in the temple and trolls everyone, because this is a great time for childish antics. Wei Wuxian is super happy to see him and runs over to hug him, which earns him a shoulder slam.

This is a regular part of their body language with each other. Wei Wuxian covers his hurt reaction very, very quickly, with a smile that doesn’t involve very much of his face.

Wei Wuxian is so good at pretending his feelings aren’t hurt, he probably convinces himself.

Then he gives a too-honest answer when Jiang Cheng accuses him of...daring to enjoy himself, basically.

That’s more truth than Jiang Cheng was looking for, and he raises a hand to Wei Wuxian, who hides behind Nie Huaisang. This move is interesting because on one level it’s just clowning; obviously Nie Huaisang can’t protect WWX from anything, and WWX doesn’t need protection from Jiang Cheng.

WWX can easily beat JC in a fight, as he’s let us know before. On another level, this retreat signals WWX’s harmlessness, his childlike-ness, in a semiotic dance that has been playing out for over a decade between the brothers. NHS is taking on Jiang Yanli’s role in the choreography, this time.

All of this troubling hostility doesn’t make Jiang Cheng a bad person. He’s young and he’s still under his parents’ control and subject to their abuse at home. It takes time to develop mindfulness about this stuff and learn to treat people beneath you differently than the way you are treated.

Jiang Cheng isn’t ready for that yet, any more than he is ready to say out loud that he cares about his brother.

Leave My Boyfriend Out of It

This interaction is noteworthy for Wei Wuxian defending Lan Wangji to his brother, before Jiang Cheng even has a chance to blame Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian says that following Lan Wangji was his own idea, and then gives LWJ the sweetest, warmest smile.

Lan Wangji also gets a pair of totally unearned, delighted smiles of thanks from his two besties when he lifts the silence spell on Nie Huaisang.

Being mildly dickish all the time works out fine, I guess, if you only make friends with people whose brothers are legendary grouches.

Grilling Wen Qing

Wei Wuxian finally decides he’s had enough of Wen Qing’s crap, and gets slightly aggressive in questioning her.

He’s not actually roughing her up but he is approaching her as a near-enemy for the first time, rather than as someone who wants to be her friend. Once Wen Qing tells him what’s up and agrees to a sort of temporary alliance, he goes back to being his normal slightly awkward self with her.

I don’t romance-ship WQ and WWX, except maybe as corpse-mountain era FWB, but I do like their chemistry. And their friendship is really refreshing and interesting, based on sharing goals and working together, not on emotional intimacy. It’s nice to see people with a lot of barriers around their hearts, building a strong, trusting bond without having to actually open up very much.

The idea of perfect sharing between people is a nice one, but it’s pretty alien to many of us who are recovering from trauma, or people who just aren’t wired that way, and it’s good to see other models of friendship and love.

Wei Wuxian, at Lan Wangji’s direction, parts the Red Sea drops a cage on the other 3 cultivators before going to hunt the dire birdy.

Jiang Chang is, predictably, pissed off about it, in spite of Wei Wuxian’s “you’re good at this” parting words, and says, according to the subtitles, “you bastard!”

“Bastard” is a pretty specific epithet, in English. In the current century, it’s generally used to mean “asshole,” more or less. But it still does carry the meaning “of illegitimate birth,” and since The Untamed is often concerned with legitimacy it seems pretty strong for JC to use with someone who is rumored to be his own Dad’s by-blow.

Let’s have a look and see what he really is calling him... 你混蛋 = Nǐ húndàn = “you bastard” per Google translate. Wow, Jiang Cheng, you really went there, huh.

Wen Granny

Wen Qing and the others in the golden cage watch as the not-zombies try half-heartedly to get to them. Wen Qing is super sad about it, as opposed to the two guys who are just annoyed (Jiang Cheng) or scared (Nie Huaisang).

The first time I saw this, it was just - oh, Wen Qing sympathizes with this poor random woman, she feels bad about what's happening, this is to show us she has a heart.

Now though -- that's HER granny. Maybe not her bio-grandma but clearly a granny of her clan, who she knows well, who later cares for A-Yuan when he's a child, so may very well have cared for A-Qing and A-Ning when they were small, too. Owie.

Dire Bird Hunting

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian run off to hunt the smoke bird together. They are quickly trapped in cool-looking fog. Kudos to the Director of Photography.

They spend some time being confused and also being peak Wangxian 1.0 as they help each other out.

Lost in the fog and unable to summon talismans, Wei Wuxian is mainly about checking on Lan Wangji, making sure he’s ok, making sure he’s near. He doesn’t spare any worry for himself.

(We get a rare instance of seeing an actually glowing sword here, instead of just having a character say “I saw the beams of swords!” to save money on VFX.)

Lan Wangji, meanwhile, understands the mental attack they are under, explains it to Wei Wuxian with only a little snark about Wei Wuxian’s overly busy mind, and teaches him how to handle it.

Lan Wangji is super disciplined in mind, body, and sword - his fight moves don’t change, really, throughout his life, but he gets better and better at execution. Wei Wuxian isn’t exactly undisciplined, but he’s super creative and busts out a new skill in nearly every encounter. Lan Wangji sees this and is learning to make use of it.

After Lan Wangji helps Wei Wuxian overcome the confusion that is blocking his talisman use, he tells him which talisman to use.

This isn’t a talisman that LWJ uses himself, it’s just that he’s paying very close attention to WWX’s battle moves, and has a great memory, so he knows which ones will work. In a pretty short timespan he’s moved from thinking like a solo swordsman to thinking as part of a team with a broad range of battle skills. Very soon, he’ll be starting to use Wei Wuxian’s talismans himself.

WWX takes a hit from the flying death chain, but uses it to his advantage, as in so many encounters. He’s not just self-sacrificing--he is definitely that--but he’s also a chess player, knowing how to use a sacrifice or an injury to his advantage. Cue Lan Wangji being worried for the entire rest of his life.

Part Two is here!

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #the untamed gifs #wangxian #chen qing ling #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #lan wangji #wen qing

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tiny-maus-boots · 3 years

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Queen of Hearts pt 14

A/N: thank you as always to @chloes-yellow-cup for being my bestie and still doing all the things i hate to do. and a big thanks to @kimmania for your constant encouragement and supply of Legos. i love you awesome nerds.

14.

“Hit me with your best shot…”

Aubrey’s long arm stretched out along the back of the dark leather of the modern style sofa she was settled on. For the most part she could tune out the dry croak from the desk, but…

“Why don’t you hit me with your best shot.”

This was the sixth time in an hour that she was hearing the song. She was going to have to remind Lilly to remove it from the jukebox after tonight.

“Hit me with your best shot…”

The rough warble across from her died down and she thought for a moment that the singer had finally drifted off asleep. Aubrey’s head turned to the screen that showed a live feed of the cameras around The Dirty Bird. Movement flickered though them as Stacie and the Doc walked between the tables and around the bar toward the back office. She turned her head to check on the figure standing but slumped over her desk only to find dark blue eyes watching and waiting for her attention. The small woman raised herself to her elbows from her slouch and belted out just as the door opened.

“FIRE AWAAAAYYYYY!!! Pew pew pew.”

Aubrey sighed as Detective Mitchell’s finger guns gave out on the click of her tongue and she collapsed back over the desk to cradle a half empty bottle of grappa, ass up where she stood. Stacie’s wide eyes panned slowly toward her, body bouncing lightly with barely restrained glee.

“Oh my God….” Chloe took one look at the Detective and pinned Aubrey with a glare. “How drunk is she?”

The blonde raised a shoulder as she considered. “She’s been worse.”

“Doc. Doooooocccc….I hurt. Right. Here.” Beca raised a hand and brought it back to point at her butt. Her finger wavered as she tried to locate the exact spot which caused the most pain and then pointed for emphasis with a little too much enthusiasm. “Right. OW. Here. OWIE.”

Stacie eased onto the sofa and settled in comfortably in Aubrey’s lap to watch Doc Beale work. The redhead moved behind Beca and settled her bag on the desk. She took a great steadying breath before wrestling away the grappa from the prone detective and snapping on a pair of gloves. Aubrey admired the way Doc Beale efficiently and deftly managed to get Beca’s jeans over her hips and halfway down her legs with practiced ease. Beca seemed to admire it too because she stirred enough to look blearily over her shoulder with a smile.

“If you wanted to check out my assetsssss Doc, you didn’t have to wait til I got stabbeded in it. Right. There. Ow.”

“Yes, I see. Please stop poking the wound in your ass cheek. How even….?”

“I was tailing my guy. My big fish. Fishy fishy fishy. That’s a fun word to say.” Chloe muttered something Aubrey couldn’t hear over Stacie’s soft chuckling. “I heard that! Plenty of people would be DE-FUCKING-lighted to spend their date night starin’ at a little of this action.”

Aubrey bit her lip to keep the laugh from breaking free as the detective wiggled her ass unmindful of the tight skinny jeans trapping her legs and toppled into a slide nearly off the desk before Chloe managed to grab and right her teetering form.

“Head down, ass up. Now tell me again how you managed to get stabbed in the butt cheek with glass?”

“You said that like you’re used to giving that order. I might be down for that, just be gentle with me.”

Beca gave her a leer that the doctor promptly ignored as she prepped her tools.

“Detective, remember that I have some very sharp instruments here that I am excellent with.”

Beca gave her a dubious look but obediently turned and bent over the desk again so the other woman could examine the wound. Chloe was utterly focused on the task of cleaning and debriding the punctures in a circular pattern. Aubrey had been sure it was going to require at least a few stitches from what she saw before she called for real medical help.

“I told you. I was following the big fish.”

“And you followed him into a bar I’m guessing.”

“Right, rule numero dos of detectivering. Don’t stick out like a sore thumb.”

Chloe blinked and looked up from her work to focus on Beca. “What’s numero uno?”

“That’s not a real number, Doc.”

“Solid rebuttal.”

“Did…did you just make pun of my rump? Oh my God I’m in love. I’d get down on one knee right now and propose. Except you’re feeling up my butt right now and that’s kinda nice.”

The doctor’s bright blue eyes narrowed and she jabbed the needle into the hunk of flesh she had just grabbed in preparation for the injection. She depressed the plunger quickly as her patient yelped and attempted to squirm away.

“HEATHEN! Oh God. I’m dying. Help. I’m dying, Dr. Kevorkian is killing me….my vision…I can’t see.”

“Open your eyes, idiot. That was just an antibiotic booster. Have you had a tetanus shot recently?”

“Pretend I said whatever answer will prevent you from being a literal pain in my ass.”

It was too much for Stacie and she turned her head to bury her laughter in Aubrey’s neck. The blonde tightened her grip on her fiancée and enjoyed a satisfying laugh at the detective’s expense. She hadn’t known what she’d find when she had gotten Beca’s distress call. They had all been on high alert since coming back to Los Angeles, trying to close ranks as best they could without being obvious about it. She had been waiting for an attack to come and her first thought when she had gotten the call was that it had finally begun. Each moment waiting in her office while Lilly retrieved the Detective from her hiding place in an abandoned warehouse building down at the port had been like a stone on her chest. She had needed this humor to ease the cold grip of fear on her heart.

Aubrey’s line of business didn’t lend itself to close relationships with members of law enforcement, at least not for long. What she and the Detective had was something altogether different than any of the other criminal-cop business agreements she had formed during her career. Beca was someone she trusted at her side, more…trusted at her back. The idea that someone would try to take her out was sobering and her laughter faded. Stacie sensed the change in her and cupped Aubrey’s face gently to bring their foreheads together. Words weren’t necessary for Stacie to understand what she was thinking and feeling. The blonde took a deep breath and straightened her spine. One hand came up to adjust and smooth her tie. If it had started…she wanted to know who was coming for her people.

“So, who’s the fish?”

Beca lifted her head from the desk and struggled to focus on Aubrey. It took her a few seconds to process the question. She seemed to have forgotten the conversation while Chloe worked silently to finish working on her wound.

“A security guard. He’s got bad taste in bars and also what I would loosely refer to as ladies.”

She couldn’t imagine where a security guard would fit in with Alice’s plans and frowned. Maybe this wasn’t about her. Beca had other cases she was working, maybe this was just another Tuesday night for the cop.

“A security guard? Sounds kind of small time for you.”

Denim blue eyes flashed to hers, some of the haze of alcohol burned away by intensity of her drive. The small brunette’s lips quirked into a smirk. Aubrey was suddenly very sure that nothing Beca did was small time or without a very good reason.

“It only takes a small stone in the right place to make a rockslide.”

Chloe slowed her movements as she finished her work. Something about what Beca said must have been interesting to the doctor because she kept her attention on the detective while she cleaned up the trash and peeled her gloves off to toss in the black plastic trash bag left there for that purpose. Aubrey guessed she was re-evaluating her previous estimations of the foul mouthed, perpetually smug, woman.

“You’re not wrong, Bec. So, what’s this small stone guarding?”

“Not what. Where. Dude works at the port.” She grunted and stood gingerly with a backward glance at her own butt. “Hm. Nice, think chicks will dig the scar?”

If Chloe had been considering there may be more to Beca than outrageous flirtation it was only a brief passing fantasy. She sighed and rolled her eyes then glared at Aubrey.

“18, Aubrey.” It was almost enough to make her face split into a grin and she had to turn her chuckle into a soft cough. Chloe tied up the bag and dropped it in the trashcan sure that it would be disposed of carefully. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to patch one of them up, they knew the drill by now. “You owe me so big.”

“I’m good for it. So, Detective, what about this dock rat?”

Beca stopped checking herself out long enough to pull her pants up and wink at Chloe before answering. Doc pretended not to notice but Aubrey could see her watching Beca from the corner of her eye while she played around with the tools in her bag.

“When I figure how he connects to Richie Rich, I’ll let you know.”

Stacie’s body tensed in her arms and Aubrey glanced at her curiously. Her girl chewed her lower lip in thought, a habit that Aubrey found adorable. “Something on your mind, Stace?”

“It’s probably nothing. Just something Edith said about someone I went to prom with. His dad got him a job down at the docks.” Stacie shrugged it off but Aubrey could tell she was still chewing on it. “Probably just coincidence.”

Aubrey and Beca exchanged a look. After a lifetime of double crosses and plot twists, neither of them believed in coincidences. The detective dug around in her pocket for her phone. She wasn’t quite sober yet but a hell of a lot steadier than a few moments ago. Aubrey snatched the phone easily out of the air when it was tossed her way and glanced at the screen.

It was a video and she angled it so Stacie could see too. Her fiancée pressed play and sighed. Beca could be heard in the background giving a lot of very specific direction to the two women practically fucking on a pool table in a disgusting looking rathole of a bar. Aubrey was pretty sure the women were hookers and the corner of her mouth quirked in amusement. Stacie took the phone out of her hand turned it to face back to the detective.

“Really Beca?”

“I thought it was pretty good for my directorial debut. But your gutter brain is making you miss the real show.”

Aubrey took the phone back and focused on the whole scene. Behind the women in a shadowed booth two men were clearly having an animated discussion. One was further into the shadow than the other but his gestures were strong and decisive. She watched as the other, younger seeming, man’s gestures became conciliatory and submissive the longer the conversation went on. In the foreground a flurry of noise and activity caused the camera to shake and wildly as if it were being swung around. There were glimpses of rough faces and snatches of shouts and curses. At one point there was a good stretch of scuffed flooring where she assumed Beca had been crawling away from the obvious brawl happening around her.

The camera came up again in time to catch the men leaving their booth in a hurry. Each of them caught in the neon blue glow from beer signs on the walls. Stacie snatched the phone out of her hand and hit pause. Long legs dropped down to the floor from the sofa and she stood in shock.

“Bree…this is Senator Grant. The guy he’s with is his son Kodie, we went to high school...Jesus Christ…”

“You know him?”

“Weston stole his money.”

They looked at each other then turned twin green-eyed gazes on Detective Mitchell. The small woman’s brow was furrowed in thought, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she worried it.

“The kid is on the videos.”

Mitchell didn’t have to say which videos, they all knew. Even Doc Beale. Stacie looked away from them, uncomfortable with the knowledge that she had been in some of those videos. Aubrey let out a long settling breath and stood. She gently took the phone from Stacie’s shaking hand and brought it to lips to brush a soft kiss over Stacie’s wrist. It gave her a wan smile but it was something. Stacie would be okay. Aubrey looked down at the phone and watched the video again. And again. And once more. She studied every gesture, every twitch of posture, every unconscious expression she could make out.

“I want the kid. He’s the weak link.”

Beca grunted and limped around the desk to grab her keys and helmet, ready to go back to work with a hole in her ass nearly as big as the one in her pants. It wasn’t going to happen that way and Aubrey reached out to snag both items from the sidebar and hand them to Stacie who easily placed them on a shelf far too high for Detective Mitchell to reach without finding a stand on.

“White she devil.”

“Sorry, Bec. Can’t have you half-assing anything.”

She didn’t like it and Aubrey could tell but Beca sighed and grunted. “Solid burn.”

Aubrey gave her a quick grin then turned to eye the Doctor who was watching them all curiously. Her gaze met Aubrey’s and a brow went up. Honestly, she almost felt a little bad about needing to have the Doc take Beca somewhere safe. She didn’t ask, she didn’t need to. Chloe knew what she was thinking and started to shake her head no until Beca tried to drag a chair over to the get her stuff.

“I really hate you, Aubrey Posen.”

“No, you don’t, Doc.”

“You WILL be making a very large donation to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.”

“Absolutely.”

“And vacation for my office girls. Two weeks!”

“I’ll buy the plane tickets myself.”

“And if she pisses me off just once I will trank her and leave her on a park bench.”

The last was a bluff but Aubrey treated the threat seriously. “Understood. Anything else?”

“….I’ll think of something!” Aubrey bit back another grin and nodded seriously. She slipped her hands into her pockets as the doctor steeled herself mentally to take on Beca. “Come one Detective, as much as this pains me to say…you’re coming home with me.”

Beca dropped the helmet she had finally just retrieved on the ground and left it like discarded trash to limp over to Chloe. “Okay.”

“God…you’re so easy.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Doc.”

Chloe gave her a final glare and slung the detective’s arms over her shoulder to help her limp out of the office. Stacie settled the length of her body along Aubrey’s back, hands coming up to finger the buttons of her vest.

“How well do you know this Kodie, joker?”

Stacie hmmm thoughtfully. “Not as well as I did in high school. Edith told me he got caught up in some trouble recently. I think I know how we can get to him though.”

“How?”

“He likes cocaine and paying for his um let’s call them dates. I had Happy make some calls for you.”

The smile came to her face easily and she leaned into Stacie’s embrace. This wasn’t anything like what her mom and dad had. Her mother had never been this involved in what her father did for work. She had kept as distant from it as she could, turning her nose up at the family that protected them, running from the darkness of the business. Stacie would never do that to her. She knew it all way down to the bottom of soul. Aubrey turned in her arms and brought their heads together.

“You got more cards up your sleeve than a Vegas croupier, you know that?”

“Hmm. I learned from the best.”

Aubrey closed the distance, her brushing softly over Stacie’s. There were a lot of words she could say about how she felt about the woman in her arms. She could probably write pages on it, but words didn’t matter half as much as action did. She was going to marry this woman and spend her life giving her the best of everything. They were going to be happy and she didn’t care who she had to kill to make it happen.

“Let me take you home?”

“Aubrey…in your arms? I’m already there.”

#queen of hearts #staubrey #pitch perfect au #the debt collector series

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qsphyxias · 3 years

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ᵇᵃᶜᵒⁿ.

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; it's a sunny day out, and so you guys are in the outdoors, fooling around. um, basically just an outdoor date scenario.

warnings ; reader is gender-neutral, mention of getting sunburned, cussing, fluff, all around weird thoughts, doofs, and silliness.

note ; sorry if the song doesn't rlly suit the imagine, but i had been listening to this song on repeat and all my inspiration had come from it so it's only appropriate to credit it, right? haha idk what I'm saying :)

words ; 0.6k +

⊱ ────── {⋅.𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬.⋅} ────── ⊰

"it's so hot outside, i think my legs and arms are frying like barbecue pork," kokichi complained as he flailed his arms, groaning as he eyed the red-spots on his thighs. he had most likely gotten himself sunburnt, the consequence of saying that, and i quote,

"sunscreen is for losers and cowards."

"i'm like...bacon." kokichi dazed, gaze drifting off into the distance as he seemed to be in a mental dimension you had no access to.

"shut up." you laughed, jabbing the plush skin of kokichi's puffed-out cheeks.

"owie, ow! why!? you're so mean, s/o!" kokichi whined.

not missing a beat, he took your vulnerable moment of laughing your ass off to his advantage, avenging himself as he tackled you to the grassy ground, revenge planned to perfection as he cradled your face into his hands.

"boooooop." kokichi giggled, pressing your nose down into a pig-like shape with his thumbs. his smile had grown so big it had actually started to strain his already adorably elastic cheeks.

"who's bacon now?"

your laughter only seemed to grow at the sound of your own nasally voice. "still you."

there was a small pink tint of flush at the tops of kokichi's cheekbones, a shade so light it could easily be mistaken for the bright sunlight. even so, you hadn't failed to notice the barely visible colour.

you hadn't failed to obsess over it either.

as you reached up to cup the curve of your palm on his pale cheek, kokichi flinched away, the action was nearly unnoticeable — but not unnoticeable by you. he still had some trouble with receiving affection, you concluded.

even so, he decided he'd lean into your palm anyway, enjoying the warmth of your hand just a little too much.

"pfft, what are you doing this time, huh? you really like my cheeks that bad? that's such a perverse body part of all things, but i guess it'd be hypocritical of me to kinksh-" you rolled over, resting yourself onto your forearms as you brought your face all the way down, so close that you were both kissing noses.

kokichi was caught off-guard, no matter how much he tried to conceal it with his blank stare — it was like that was the only time he truly expressed his emotions, if that was even classified as an emotion at all.

"why don't we both be bacon?"

"nah, you can be miss piggy, and i'll be kermit." he spoke nonchalantly, purple gaze still glued onto your stunning eyes.

"fat chance." you laughed once more, breaking kokichi's nonchalant demeanor as a small smile broke out on his own sun-kissed face.

"you laugh weird." kokichi blurted out in a small panic, not liking the way his heart palpitated so strongly as he had let his eyes scan your smiling face. he stifled the snort erupting up from his throat as he watched you react to his abrupt comment, face still slightly red — to which he hoped you wouldn't notice.

"no, i don't ; shut up. you literally laugh like a fucking horse— nishishi? what the fuck is that?" you countered a little too defensively, sneering as you leaned in closer to look him dead in the eye playfully— as if you couldn't get any more intense with your mutual staring contest.

kokichi scoffed at your direct comment at his signature phrase, looking somewhat irritated before he burst out into tears, causing you to flinch away as stray droplets had somehow flown into your eye.

"uwah! i was just lying, but it's clear that you weren't! s/o is the meanest! mean, mean, mean!" his fists gently, but still dramatically pounded into your chest in a rampage, causing inconsequential thumps to echo throughout your body.

"fine, fine, i'm sorry, you want kisses for your little boo-boo on your heart? huh?" you teased, lips feathering onto his as you curved your back to push your head closer to his.

the tears stopped and vaporized into the air as kokichi closed his eyes, letting you mould your lips with his gently, just like you always had been with his heart.

gentle.

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

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cluster-fandom · 3 years

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Burnt Out: KiriBaku Songfic

This is based on the song Burnt Out by Leanna Firestone

Warnings: ANGST NO COMFORT, break up, toxic relationship, yelling, swearing, fighting, mention of a bar, so much insecurity from Bakugou

A/N: Can I get an owie owie :’)

“WHY DON’T YOU JUST GO BE WITH THEM HUH? SINCE YOU CLEARLY HAVE NO PROBLEM BEING SO FUCKING CLOSE TO THEM,” Bakugou screamed. His palms were popping as loud as firecrackers.

“I’ve told you, it was nothing like that! She wasn’t flirting with me! And I wasn’t flirting with her! She has a girlfriend for fuck’s sake!” Kirishima said in exasperation.

They had been at the bar for their regular Friday date, and for the two seconds Kirishima had leaned in closer to hear the woman he had been having friendly conversation with, was the exact time Bakugou had come back from the restroom. From then on Bakugou had only seen red and stormed out of the bar.

This wasn’t the first time he had blown up over such a small incident. Even after dating for 5 months, Bakugou still jumped to accusations at the slightest interaction that could be seen as him being disloyal.

“You knew EXACTLY what it looked like. You just love to fuck me up don’t you? God, why can’t you see how much you just throw yourself onto any random person who looks your way? Do you have any idea how much it hurts?!?” His voice was full of fury.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT’S YOU KATSUKI?! I ONLY LOVE YOU! THAT’S WHY I’M WITH YOU!” Kirishima yelled back. He was sick and tired of always being told he was the one hurting him.

“THEN ACT LIKE IT! IF YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH STOP FLIRTING WITH EVERY NEW PERSON YOU MEET!”

Kirishima covered his ears briefly because Bakugou’s explosions got so loud.

After a silence that lasted an eternity, but was really only seconds, Bakugou spoke, barely a whisper.

“I’m fucking broken. But you made me feel love able anyway. Then you turn around treat everyone else the exact same way. How the fuck am I supposed to handle that? You don’t fucking love me. Just go and stop leading me on,” he turned away from his supposed lover.

Kirishima was shaking. Anger, pain, sadness and several more emotions were running through him.

“You’re right,” he took a deep breath, “I should’ve walked away faster.”

Bakugou whipped around, panic evident in his face but unable to speak.

“I should’ve known you’d only break my heart after I was already in love,” Kirishima slowly began to walk towards Bakugou.

“You’re right. You aren’t good enough. I kissed your scars even after you hurt me and I held your hand even when you FUCKING BURNED ME. Do you know how embarrassing that was? To stay with someone who hates you?” he spit.

Kirishima was finally getting everything off of his chest. He wasn’t going to hold back.

“You hope things get better, and hope that love can turn a MONSTER into a MAN, but it doesn’t, and it won’t, because you’re beyond repair. There is still someone for me somewhere who will treat me SO NICE, YOU’LL WISH THAT YOU DID. FOR SOMEONE SO SMART, YOU’RE SO FUCKING STUPID!” he was yelling in Bakugou’s face at this point.

Kirishima stepped back with hatred boiling in his crimson eyes.

“I love you- but I’m done. I’m done PRETENDING that this is going to work and PRETENDING that loving you doesn’t hurt. I’m done pretending it doesn’t burn when you think you’re ALWAYS right. You smother every light that I ever had by HOLDING ON TOO TIGHT” he clenched his fists as he stared at Bakugou’s frozen form.

“It’s suffocating, and in the middle of it all? I ended up losing myself,” Kirishima finally looked away from Bakugou and picked up his keys and wallet.

“I loved you. More than anyone I had before. If you had looked past your own damn self you would have seen that. I tried so hard for us Bakugou. I really did. However, I can’t continue being hurt while waiting for you to understand that. I know you tried, and being insecure doesn’t necessarily make you bad, but I deserve better,” he uttered. He was holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

Bakugou had started silently crying long ago, but Kirishima couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty. He had felt guilty for too long.

He stood in the doorway. With one last look at Bakugou, who he had once loved to the stars and back, who had caused him so much pain, who was now heaving sobs and crumpled on the floor, he closed the door with a soft click, and walked away.

I LITERALLY HURT MY OTP FOR THIS SONG OW WHY DO I DO THIS

anyway I hope you liked this :’) reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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Okay, so shy!anon here. I was going to respectfully request some Yiga Husbands kink, but after reading the last one, I AM OBSESSED WITH HURT DRAMA QUEEN KOHGA?? Oh my lord, and Sooga blaming HIMSELF for Kohga slipping on a freakin' banana peel is GOLD. Anyway, if I may humbly request... more of hurt drama queen!Kohga and mother hen!Sooga? Maybe with Sooga bringing him back to the hideout and nursing him back to health, as he promised? <3

Listen, Kohga is actually REALLY good when it comes to handling pain. Yeah he says ‘ow’ or ‘ouchie’ a lot, but you never really see him as anything besides inconvenienced by pain. Having said that, he ADORES being babied something extra by Sooga, so he may be a BIT over exaggerating. Just a bit.

“Is this soft enough for you? Does it feel uncomfortable at all?”

Kohga had hurt his ankle but a few moments ago, and Sooga was already treating it like life or death. Not that he was complaining. Sooga was acting EXTRA attentive, and Kohga was eating that shit up.

“No, that’s fine, thank you. I’m sorry I got myself hurt like that, you looked SO worried…”

He gave that same, sad set of puppy dog eyes, and Sooga just fell for it immediately, fluffing the rest of Kohga’s pillows.

“Master Kohga, it is MY fault, I’m supposed to watch you. Please, do not think you did anything wrong. You just worry about healing. Can I fetch you anything?”

“I don’t wanna be THAT guy...but I’d LOVE some banana ice cream.”

“Of course, Master Kohga. Anything that’ll make you feel better, you name it.”

Kohga cranked the look up an octave, looking as sad as a wounded little kitty cat.

“Can...can you cut the bananas into fun shapes? I always liked it when you did that. If it’s not being too needy.”

Sooga looked like he’d stab anyone who’d even TOUCH him at this point. He nodded furiously, holding Kohga’s face in his hands.

“I will ABSOLUTELY cut them into shapes for you. Will you be alright until I get back?”

“I mean, my ankle AND my heart is gonna hurt, but I’ll survive.”

Oh, that KILLED his poor Sooga, he SWORE he got choked up at that. He nodded quickly, clearing his throat.

“I will be swift, Master Kohga.”

When Kohga was sure he was out of earshot, Kohga laughed. Poor Sooga was genuinely falling for it. Kohga almost felt bad. But then he recalled-Sooga LOVED giving him what he wanted. Kohga reached up to grab one of his dirty magazines, and helped himself to some awful, awful smut. Sooga came back a moment later, but JUST with ice cream, but a nice, warm side of apple pie. Kohga tried not to flip shit at the small spread, especially at the banana shapes. Don’t ask Sooga how he did it, but he got them into such fun shapes. Bokoblins, little swords, and even the shape of his own face. So talented, his Sooga.

“Kohga, does this suffice?”

“You even brought me warm milk! Thank you, Soogy Woogy.”

He made his voice rather pathetic as he accepted his goodies. Dumping the pie into the ice cream, he hummed as he nibbled on the fun banana pieces, thinking he looked REALLY good in this shape. Sooga looked at him, clearly plenty worried still.

“I’m happy I have pleased you. How is your ankle feeling?”

“It’s much better, thanks to you, but I still feel the owies.”

He made quick work of his delicious treat, and as Sooga took his table out of his way, leaving him with his nice, warm glass of milk.

“Do you need me to fetch you any medicine?”

Kohga shook his head, patting the spot next to him.

“Nooo...don’t leave again, please.”

Sooga would fight a damn Lynel if it hurt his feelings, honestly. Sooga nodded, scooting into bed, and letting Kohga nuzzle up to his chest. He kept up the shy, meek act, just because he thought of something hilarious.

“Sooga, is it okay If I take a nap?”

“Of course, Master Kohga. I will gladly watch over you as you recover.”

“Can...can you read me my book for me, then? It’d really really help me.”

“Of course, which-”

Kohga plopped the book in his hands, and snuggled right up against those giant pillow titties. Sooga opened to where the bookmark was, and cleared his throat.

“Let’s see here. ‘I kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. My mouth was very dry from the salt and I felt like I had a fur tongue-wait what?”

Sooga was so wrapped up in the idea of helping Kohga sleep, he did NOT notice the fact that this was shameless smut. He looked down at Kohga, clearly questioning it, when Kohga went so far as to pout his lips.

“PLEEEASE keep reading? It’s a real romantic story when you get down to it. It involves a SUPER handsome guy, and fish. Two things I associate with my Soogy Woogy.”

If that wasn’t enough to pluck at the heart strings. Sooga sighed, before continuing, and Kohga grinned greedily.

He was ABSOLUTELY going to milk this for all it was worth.

#asks #kohga #sooga #lemon #ish #props to anyone who knows what book i was referencing here

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cozyteez · 4 years

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a/n: word count 900 (read this if u want a hug)

[48] when the ringing on the other line stopped, the first thing you heard was mingi groan

"you know it's like 2 in the morning, right?"

"yeah," you sniffled "i know... i'm sorry"

your little sniffle and the shakiness of your voice caught mingi's attention and he began to sit up in bed, no longer contemplating hanging up and falling back asleep

"hey, what's up buttercup?"

"i don't know...."

your voice was small and weak as you tried to keep your crying at bay

"c'mon bub, why the tears? spill it"

it took you a second to get your thoughts together and your trembling lip under control in order to answer him

"i don't feel well"

"you're sick? what kind of sick?"

"no i'm not sick i just, i feel sad and small and alone and i'm so tired but i can't sleep i don't know what's wrong mingi i just..." you took in a shaky breath "don't feel well. so, i called you because, umm well," with each word you spoke it was getting increasingly more difficult to hold back tears and some began to run down your red cheeks "i don't know i guess you always make me feel better and so - what are you doing?"

you heard a bunch of moving on the other side of the phone

"i'm putting pants on so that i can come over"

"oh mingi, you don't have to i just -"

"i think you need a hug, y/n. i'll be there in 20 just leave the door unlocked and i'll let myself in, okay?"

"okay"

you hung up the phone and laid it on your chest for a moment, not knowing whether to smile or cry more or maybe do both. swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you slowly maneuvered yourself through the dark, unlocked the front door, and made your way back into bed managing to run into only one thing in the process

you left your bedroom door halfway open for your best friend and began to play a game on your phone while you waited

sure enough, in almost 20 minutes on the dot you heard your front door gently open and close, and then a couple seconds later you heard mingi set his stuff down and start walking towards your room

before he got there though, there was a soft thud followed by an

"ow! ow ow ow owie ow ow"

he managed to get to your room to find your face illuminated by your phone screen and holding back a smile

"you couldn't leave a light on or something?"

he was fighting back a giggle himself as he shut the door and made is way over to your bed

"i'm sorry!" you said through a laugh

"really? because you don't sound sorry" he teased as he flipped your comforter up and got into bed, turning to lay on his side and greet you with a gentle, sleepy smile

you were smiling back, but with your phone screen still lighting up your face he could see the redness leftover on your eyes, cheeks, and the tip of your nose from when you were crying earlier for god knows how long before you called him. he hated seeing you sad and always did everything in his power to make it go away, no matter what it took and for how long

he reached out and moved some hair out of your face, never breaking eye contact with you. although he was smiling, you could see concern in his eyes

"what happened, bubble? hm? what got you do sad?"

you looked away and blinked back tears as he softly played with your hair

"i don’t know” you sniffled “i guess i just had a really bad day and couldn’t shake the feeling and instead it just got worse and worse and i don't know what to do i can't sleep and my head hurts”

mingi intently listened as he took your phone out of your hands and set it on the nightstand behind him. once you were done talking he pulled you up against his side and let you lay your head on his bicep while his hand kept gently massaging your scalp

"it's okay that you don't know, that sometimes happens. sometimes people are just sad and that's okay"

"it doesn't feel okay" you mumbled into his chest

"i know, but we can lay here until it does"

for someone so light hearted and silly, mingi was actually really good at taking care of people when they were down. at least you, in particular. he's always had a soft spot for you

you guys smiled sweetly at each other and you swore you could feel his heart beat faster underneath you, despite his calm face

"can you tell me a story?"

he smiled even brighter at the innocence in your voice

"a story? like what?"

"any story" you laid your head back on his chest "i just like your voice"

"hmmmm... okay. i got one..."

he began to tell a very vague but familiar story of a fairytale, and got away with it for about two minutes before you realized that he just stole the plot from Shrek

"what! you said any story!"

your eyelids grew heavy and you didn't have the energy to look up at him anymore

"i guess i did, didn't i"

"so anyways ..."

you smiled at yourself before drifting off to sleep to the soft sound of mingi's voice

#pwew this got long because maybe im a sap and maybe im a little bit lovesick who knows #prob jus need a hug #ateez #mingi #ateez fluff #mingi fluff #ateez imagine #request #timestamp

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