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tachiharastanacc · 1 day

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Tachi fic time!

Michizou didn’t like talking to his parents on the best of days. And today was a far cry from a good day.

It was his own fault really. He’d gotten ahead of himself, so confident in his abilities that he’d gotten sloppy. Although, realistically, even if the plan had gone off perfectly, this still probably would’ve been the result.

Still, sitting in front of the family he hadn’t seen in months with a man he’d met only a day ago wasn’t ideal. Especially when that man was currently staring at his parents like they’d told him to kill someone.

And technically they had.

“…only to show up out of nowhere with an escort from the military police! Honestly, I can’t imagine where we went wrong! If your brother were here-“

“My brother is dead.”

“And it should’ve been you instead!”

“That’s enough.”

The man didn’t yell. He hadn’t yelled once since Michizou had met him. Even after Michizou had pointed a sword at him. The man’s own sword, to be specific.

His mother had the decently to look a bit embarrassed, though she made sure to level her son with a look reminding him whose fault it was that she was scolded.

“This is the second time you’ve made such a comment in the four minutes since I’ve been here. Surely you, a mother who has already lost a son to war would know the pain that comes with losing a child.”

“With all due respect, sir,” his father practically spat, “you know nothing of our family. Our lives. We’ve been grieving our son for a long time.”

“And forgetting about the son that still lives.”

His mother grabbed a napkin off the table.

Michizou couldn’t help but roll his eyes, knowing exactly where this was going. She kicked him under the table.

“You don’t understand how hard it’s been.”

She dabbed at her, very much still dry, eyes with the cloth napkin. “Every time I look at him, I see Shunzen’s face. Having him here, it’s just painful. And he’s so difficult! Always running off and getting into trouble! Dragging our family name through the mud! We’d all be better off without him!”

Michizou crossed his arms. He could see the man next to him tense up a bit at the statement.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do! I mean it with all of my heart!”

She turned to him.

“I wish you were dead.”

And there it was.

She could only bitch about him for so long before reminding him how little she wanted him.

The man in the uniform stood up, pulling out the sword from his belt and turning to the young teenager. He held the tip to his throat, emotionless.

“H-hey wait!”

“If I were to kill him right now, would your words still hold true I wonder?”

Neither of his parents flinched. In fact, they seemed completely neutral. Detached.

“I said I’d return the stuff! Y-you’re not actually gonna kill me, right?!”

None of the adults looked at him, busy with whatever pissing contest they were having with each other.

Maybe he could take this chance to escape? The man was strong, abnormally so, but he was distracted. And his weapon was really only metal. If Michizou could disarm him quick enough…

He sheathed the blade.

“…understood. We’re leaving.”

“Huh?”

The man fully turned to him. “We’re not wanted here. Therefore, there’s no point in us sticking around.”

He practically pulled the thirteen year-old out of his chair, dragging him to the door.

“Thank you for the tea.”

His voice remained even, his words polite, but there was a quiet rage in his eyes.

“Good riddance!”

Despite the years of hearing the same words over and over, it still stung just a bit. He’d come so close to being killed in front of them, and they couldn’t even pretend to care?!

The man stopped suddenly on the stoop.

“Tachihara.”

“Michizou.”

“Tachihara.”

Michizou glared at him. “That’s my brother’s last name.”

“It’s yours too.”

“It’s not. They don’t like me using it.”

The man spared a brief glance back at the door. “Do you really care what they like?”

Fair point.

“…fine. Tachihara.”

The man nodded. “I don’t like people like that.”

His grip tighter a bit, causing Tachihara to wince. Seriously, just who the hell was this man?!

With a muttered apology, he let go, patting the boy a bit too hard on the back instead.

“People like what?”

He’d never actually been arrested before. The police nearby knew him and usually let him off with a warning. He wasn’t a fan by any means, but he was at least a bit grateful, even if it meant stomaching the pitying looks when they learned he was caught stealing things like bread or bottles of water.

“People who sit and look down on others. They don’t know what it’s like, being on the frontlines, watching your men die, yet they claim to have it worse. Like the world revolves around them. That’s what they do. The ones on top.”

He began walking down the driveway. Confused, Tachihara followed him. He had a pretty strong feeling this was about more than just his parents.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking you to meet the others.”

As if that explained anything.

Still, the man was waiting now. Watching him with those intense eyes that bore into his parents just minutes before.

He took a few hesitant steps after him. He was expected to follow, right? Or was he getting ahead of himself?

“What others?”

The man smiled warmly, though the coldness in his eyes wasn’t entirely gone, along with a hint of something Tachihara couldn’t quite place.

“You have a strong ability. With my help, you could be incredibly powerful.”

“So…”

“I’m offering you a job.”

“…and if I refuse?”

“Well, I could always make good on my word and kill you for real.”

Tachihara stared at him, eyes wide. None of this made any sense. Seriously, just who was this guy?

The man’s gaze was cold as the steel Tachihara controlled. He took a few large strides over, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder.

After a moment of intense eye contact (and the youngest Tachihara almost forgetting to breathe), the man grinned once again and let out a loud laugh. His unpredictability was consistent, the boy would give him that.

“Relax. I’ll give you time to think about it on the way over.”

Thus, thirteen year-old Tachihara Michizou found himself in a car with the famed war hero Fukuchi Ouchi, driving outside the city limits.

For what it was worth, Fukuchi was kind- in a strict, try-hard step dad kind of way. Though, somewhere in the back of his mind…

He never actually said he wouldn’t kill me.

(@starlightshadowsworld bc I had abt an hour on the train earlier)

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wardenparker · 3 days

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Congrats!! You're one of my favorite blogs here <3

How about Steve Murphy for the prompt - I don't need a roommate

Steve Murphy. 1,373 words. I don't need a roommate." Co-written with @absurdthirst

Established relationship. Alcohol consumption. Poor communication.

“Javi— help me out here.” Steve begs, crushing out another cigarette and flopping back in the squeaky yet comfortable chair. “Talk some sense into her.”

Keeping his eyes on his paperwork, annoyed that this….argument has now roped him in, he snorts and shakes his head. “Fuck no.” He grunts, glancing up to make sure you hadn’t doubled back into the shared office to make another point and overhear him. He’s crazy, not stupid. “This is your battle.” He tells his partner. “I’m not the one fucking her.”

“The only woman in the world you can actually say that about,” Steve huffs, rolling his eyes.

******

It had started fast and furious. Just a few months after you were transferred to Colombia to join the DEA team going after Pablo Escobar, you had tumbled into your partner’s bed and now rarely make it back to your own. Even when you argue, or have stupid work bullshit interfere in your days, you always end up falling into Steve Murphy’s bed at the end of it.

Tonight, even after arguing with him at the office, you still end up knocking on his apartment door to find out if this time the arguments have finally pushed things too far for your undefined non-relationship.

If he’s honest with himself, he hadn’t expected you to come. Beer in hand, he pushes himself up off the couch and gives a cursory glance through the peep hole, pausing for a split second before he opens the door. “Hey.” He greets you, wondering why you didn’t just use the key he had given you. The key that started the entire damn argument.

“Hey.” Knocking had seemed more polite than just barging in, especially when you weren’t sure he wouldn’t be asking for the key back after this afternoon.

He rocks his jaw for a second and then swings the door open wider, a clear invitation to come inside as he turns to amble towards the kitchen. “Want a beer?” He asks over his shoulder.

“Please.” His place is better kept than a bachelor pad but only because he had been married for so long. There are things in this apartment that have Connie’s stamp on them still, but not the refrigerator. It’s frozen food and beer in there and not much else. Steve can’t cook to save his life, and you can smell the frozen pizza he ate for dinner, a fact which makes you smile reflexively as you close the door behind you.

He drains the rest of his beer and plucks two from the fridge before closing it. Twisting off the caps of both, he offers you one silently.

"I came to apologize," you admit after a long pause, one that is filled only by you and Steve standing in his kitchen drinking beer. "I...overreacted earlier."

You did, but he’s smart enough not to agree with you, just arching his brows as he takes another sip.

He's gonna make you do this all on your own. Well, you probably deserve that. After being a little bit of a bitch to him in front of Peña, you definitely deserve it. Still, you exhale slowly and take another sip of the beer he handed you. "I just...felt a little blindsided by being handed a key when we haven't really talked about whatever this is beyond flirting or agreeing on a time for me to come over during the day."

“It’s a key.” He reminds you. “I didn’t think that you would react like that.” He’s still a bit more closed off than he was before coming to Colombia, but he was working on it. Divorcing Connie had been for the best, but he doesn’t want to sabotage every relationship by clamming up. He shrugs slightly. “Figured it would just be step one into moving in with me.”

"See? Blindsided like that." There has been nothing about how you've been together – aside from the fucking and flirting – that has indicated that Steve would want you in his space permanently. "You want me to move in with you?" The question is...it's bewildering, but only because it cracks something open in your chest and makes your heart ache unexpectedly. The things you've been feeling for this man recently are too big for you to allow yourself to process. "I don't think...I can't be your roommate Steve."

Steve snorts, raising the beer bottle to his lips and takes a healthy swing, bracing himself against the bitter sting of rejection. “I don’t want a roommate.” He scoffs at how incredibly bad he’s botched this. “I want a partner.” His eyes meet yours and he holds your gaze. “I want us to be more than just partners at work.”

"Oh." If you could have handpicked his response it wouldn't have been as honest as that, or as close to a gut punch. You had found yourself overreacting just a handful of hours ago because the gesture felt intimate and you realized how much you wanted it to be. Now here he is, telling you it's even more intimate than you had anticipated. "I—I completely misread that..."

“I know.” Steve shoots you a grin as he leans back against the counter. “Figured that fuck buddies wasn’t enough for me, so it wouldn’t be enough for you.” He sighs. “Might be wrong.”

“It was at first.” It feels stupid to admit, but here you are. Here you are feeling deep enough emotions for this man that it makes you react irrationally and ache. “Now though?” You shift, moving your weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t feel right unless the days start and end with you.”

“So why the fit when I give you a key to my place?” Steve asks, setting his bottle down and crossing his arms over his chest.

“We never talk about emotions,” you point out gently, as though he isn’t aware of exactly what goes on in this undefined relationship. “It felt wrong to get my hopes up, but it also felt wrong to assume it was just a friendly gesture, and I think I panicked being caught between the two.”

“Panicked, huh?” The grin is back and he slides closer to you, crowding you. “You don’t seem to panic when you’re screaming my name.”

“That’s because orgasms aren’t scary.” The indignant huff in your voice is clear, but you still set down your beer and welcome him into your personal space. “Feelings are.”

“Naaaaahhhhh.” He presses closer, smirking slightly and he reaches out to toy with your necklace. “Both make your heart speed up.” He rationalizes. “Your blood pool in different places.” He glances into your eyes again. “Both can be fun.”

"I can't say feelings have ever made my blood pool in interesting places before you." Saying which feelings seems too intimate all over again, but you still find yourself stepping closer to Steve as that unconscious string between you tugs and tugs to close the gap.

“Your cheeks?” He challenges with another smirk. “They get pretty warm sometimes.”

"I wouldn't call my cheeks interesting, Steve." It's adorable, though. The way he manages to be sweet and gentle while still making your cunt ache.

“Depends on which cheeks we’re talking about.” He teases, leaning in and inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume.

"You do love my ass." You smirk up at him – and up, Jesus H. Christ, Steve is tall – and lay one hand on his chest.

“Yeah I do.” He agrees with a chuckle as he reaches up to cup your cheek. “So….are you still upset about the key?”

"No." You're upset with yourself for being a dumbass about it, but there's nothing you can do about that now. "No, I think I'm pretty fucking happy about it now."

“Are you going to use the key?” He asks seriously. “Because…you’re here more than you are at your place.”

"Maybe..." Stepping in one more time puts you almost flush against him and your cheeks warm all over again. "If you really wanted me to use your key...I might give up the other one after all."

“Mmmm.” Steve leans in, brushing his lips over yours softly. “I do.” He solemnly vows, wanting you to live with him more than anything.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 hours

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Would it be okay to make requests for arranged!reader or you're burnt out with that verse? I miss that special type of angst that was in arranged verse ngl

Bruce watched from a distance and frowned slightly.

Harvey was a busy man. Presumably he had a LOT more to do than traipse after you while you planned a PR thing for him but here he was. Samplinng food you picked and pretending to be interested in flowers and entertainment. But it was clear, not matter how hard he tried to hide it, that what he was REALLY interested in was you.

He hovered near you. Hanging on your every word. Opening doors and pulling out chairs. A perfect gentleman. If you weren't married already, Bruce would have thought he'd be proposing any second.

And it made him want to punch the guy in the mouth.

Still. To your credit, you didn't seem to be... encouraging anything. Just being polite. You even seemed a little... baffled. It would have been funny if it didn't make him feel a little guilty. You were a beautiful woman. You should be used to this sort of attention.

Men behaving like idiots and fawning over you. Practically rolling over for belly rubs and begging for treats at your feet. Instead you'd been cloistered away and treated like a prize cow. And the man you'd been sold to had treated you like just another employee at best- and the only man you'd ever had sex with you'd done in a pitiful act of defiance because he (your own husband's masked alter ego) was the only person to make you feel remotely safe.

Of course, you knew things Dent didn't. Namely that your husband was Batman and that your Father and Falcone had informants everywhere. So. When you tripped over a carpet and stumbled and Dent steadied you, his hands lingering a little too long and his gaze lingering too long on your lips... your alarm was palpable, even from across the room.

"Y/N there you are," Bruce said, looking up from his phone as he strolled across the ballroom. "I was waiting in your studio forever-"

"Did we have-"

"We had a date," Bruce reminded, smiling indulgently, "you were going to show me what you've been up to with the Sisters and then we were going to get some dinner."

"Oh, shoot-" you huff, checking your watch, "I got involved and I lost track of time and-"

"It's alright sweetheart," he said, reclaiming you from Harvey and steadying you on your feet, "you didn't hurt yourself?"

"No harm done," you tell him, "Harvey kept me from becoming acquainted with the floor."

"Thank you," he said, tucking you against his side. Subtly reminding Harvey, and anyone else who might be watching that you were spoken for. That this was being done because Bruce ALLOWED it. NOT because you had designs on Harvey.

"It would be a shame if Y/N hurt herself after she did all this work for the benefit," Harvey said, face heating.

"I think," you cut in, cutting between the two men before they could start a full pissing match, "that we've done almost everything we can do for the day here."

"Oh?" Harvey said, "I thought,-"

"The string quartet is running behind and it looks like rain. I'd hate to have them set up just to get rained on," you fret. "I'll have my assistant meet with them tomorrow while I meet with the Auction house."

"Perfect," Bruce declared, kissing your head, "It's too late to see the sisters but just in time for our reservations. I'll get your coat. Then I want to show you the necklace I saw. I think you'll love it." And before Harvey can say more, Bruce lead you away. Making it clear that his wife was his wife and no one was going to be allowed to simply flirt with her.

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teddykaczynski · 22 hours

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(while leaving the bar bathroom)

random woman that is at least 43: omg hi. i love your space buns

me: its bear ears actually. its a headband. i got it on etsy

her: WOAH. thats so cool

me: ty

her: you remind me of my son. i mean daughter. she just started transitioning

me, too drunk for political correctness: oh, im detrans. im entirely on the other side

her: thats ok! im so glad youre here. you look like you could use a mom hug

me:… yeah

[we hug. for. a long time]

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morallyinept · 6 hours

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Jett! I have been obsessed with your recent Pedro Boy Rambles (and everything else you share with us really, you are amazing!) so I came to humbly ask (if you feel up to it, no pressure at all): what are your thoughts on the Pedro Boys discovering that their s/o has nipple piercings?

Hey Lovely Non! 🖤

🥹 Thankies for your kind words, request, and your patience - I hope you enjoy this ramble!

Jett's Pedro Boy Rambles Masterlist

Slightly NSFW due to the potty mouth.

Joel Miller - Joel’s quite a conservative lover. At least in the sense that he’s not that massively into PDA’s. Sure, he'll smooch ya under the sun, but he much prefers to show intimacy behind the privacy of closed doors when he rails ya. All that changes when he catches a glimpse of you, braless, and in a camisole with your nipples erect from the cool nip in the air whilst you go out to get the mail. You haven't told him you have them pierced yet, and this is how he finds out? Well, brace yaself, darlin'. Here comes the man-mountain Joel striding towards you, eyes zoned in on those nipples with a little extra something, and his hands at the ready. Oh, those damn, giant hands are running all over you as his middle pushes you against the wall - you bet he’s rock hard, too - and growls into a kiss that tears at your skin. Suffice to say, the once conservative Joel Miller has those puppies out on your front porch, determined to get a better look at ‘em, darlin’.

Ezra - You think Ezra, the shifitest, sleuthiest, and craftiest of the Pedro Boys collective doesn’t know that you have your nips pierced? Oh, sweet Birdie, it was his damn idea. Come on, now. Finger and thumb t'was rolling around and tweaking those hard, fleshy buds one starry eve, when he’d got you flat on your back in the bunk, and Ezra was musing aloud, like he usually does spouting poetry and filth alike, and you started paying attention when he mentioned how fetching those gorgeous nipples would look with some gems adorning them. Ezra loves nothing more than pulling on them, tugging those little sparkling rings through his teeth, making you hiss and gasp, whilst his own root pearl is buried way deep inside of you. He holds them like he loves them, don’t worry. Your nipples are in very good hands, little bird. Or, hand, singular.

Francisco Morales - I think Frankie wouldn't be that fussed, any sort of body piercing doesn’t really do it for him. Aloof about these kinds of things is our shy, but capable Catfish. Until he actually sees them for himself and the compulsion to lick and suck them into his mouth is stronger than ever. To the point he spends more time with his lips clamped around your nipples than your clit. Until you have to politely remind your pilot where the main controls are, by guiding his capped head between your legs. But his fingers will remain there, pulling and twisting those barbells around your nipples as he laps you up with a tongue like a rotary blade.

Marcus Pike - I think Marcus would literally tear up at the sight of your nipples being pierced. Like, get that man a chair, quick, before he collapses! He’ll dig it, it’ll turn him on to know you’re a bit “out there”. Kinda reminds him of his band days, being a bit rock n’ roll, you know? He’ll be gentle with you though, worried that he might hurt you or accidently catch it on his teeth, but once he has your assurances that it’s heightened your sensitivity, you can bet Agent Pike will spend time swirling and flicking his tongue over your nipples at any chance he can get.

Dieter Bravo - Dieter is the only Pedro Boy who will whip up his baggy t-shirt and cackle in delight that you both match - yep, Dieter has a nipple pierced too! Just the one mind, and he can’t remember how or when he got it as he was trippin' major balls at the time - all he he knows is that it was a bastard to heal. But he likes to twiddle it when he jerks off sometimes. Feels kinda nice and he likes it. And now he knows you have yours pierced, he likes to rub them together when he’s on top, grinning at you like a silly moron when the metal clashes together and it feels really good. A few weeks later you discover that Dieter Bravo has only gone and gotten something else pierced too...

Javier Peña - It takes a lot to really impress Javier, and I doubt pierced nipples would impress Javi that much. Most of the time he’s a quick fumble and fuck against the wall whilst your clothes stay on - he’s a busy man and only has twenty minutes, cariño. But when he does eventually discover those covert piercings on the night he stays over, he’ll suck them into his mouth, sure, but the novelty will wear off pretty quickly, I imagine. Especially when they clack against his teeth. It’s not that Javi doesn’t appreciate them, he does, but he prefers those succulent nipples of yours without some metal chipping his tooth.

Marcus Moreno - Another conservative Pedro Boy who will literally lose his calm composure when he finds out what's inside your bra. Marcus will be all over them, and the fact he has magnetised hands means he and your nipples are now attracted constantly. Bonded for life. No seriously, he’s stuck to you - not even a crowbar will pry him off your nipples. Not that you mind however…

Oberyn Martell - Imagine Oberyn’s delight as you drop your silky robe around your ankles to see that you have a delicate, golden chain threaded through each nipple ring, down your cleavage and around your tummy. Exquisite and expensive, only the best for his Paramour. He’ll tug on it gently, pulling you closer as you whine at the pinchy sensation in your nipples. But that skilled serpent tongue of his will soothe that tingly burn. Your Prince always takes good care of you.

Tim Rockford - There’s not a lot that Tim has seen over his career that makes him raise a thick eyebrow over his dark specs. He only does it when he’s solved a case. An arch of satisfaction before he takes his specs off and gives them a triumphant clean. But Tim knows something is awry and his clue solving skills kick into overdrive trying to solve the mystery as to why you suddenly won’t let him get close to your chest. It all comes to a head one evening when you take off your clothes to reveal a fancy, and expensive, cupless bra and those piercings glimmer in the lamplight at him. Tim’s face is unreadable for a moment, but you know all you need to know as you watch that eyebrow arch, the specs are pulled off and cleaned before being placed on the bedside table. Then his thick fingers beckon you over, Mrs Rockford. The holsters stay on. You’re gonna need something durable to hold onto when he ploughs the fuck out of you in response to your coy question “do you like them, Tim?”

Dave York - Dave won’t notice at first. He's too busy with his murder side gig. And if he does notice, he doesn't pay any mind to them. Until he realises they’re kinda like permanent nipple clamps, and a simple flick against them with his fingers, even over your top as you do the washing up, has you melting and dry humping his leg in desperate need. They suddenly become another tool in his arsenal of kinky dominance, and you both enjoy seeing how far he can push you simply with your pierced nipples, his fingers and his tongue.

Agent Whiskey - Jack likes to tug on them, especially if they’re rings, with his teeth as you ride him. Leaning up and slipping that metal hoop in his mouth, he likes watching his cowgirl buck and moan above him, sugar. He’ll bite and twist and pull, testing how far he can go until you scream at him to stop or beg him for more. And when he slaps them titties? Good Lord in Heaven, the extra sensation has you gushing all over his scuffed Wranglers. Atta' girl.

Javi Gutierrez - Javi will be absolutely beside himself when you whisper in his ear salaciously at a swanky party, that you have something to show him. Excitable and giggly, you pull him into a dark alcove, somewhere private, where you slip your breasts out into his warm, waiting hands and he gasps as his thumbs roll over the bars inside your now constantly erect nipples. “Oh, mi amor! What have you done? This is wonderful!” He instantly sucks them into his mouth, groaning and whining, switching from left to right, left to right, eager to spend the same amount of time on each nipple as you struggle to contain your moans and gasps. You’ve never seen a man so happy and in his element as Javi is with your pierced nips.

Din Djarin - Din simply assumes pierced nipples are some kind of tradition in your clan, Mesh’la. Until you correct him on this when you sit in his lap on the Razor Crest and slip your robes down to reveal custom Beskar steel barbells. Eh, the Armourer owed you a soild. The giddy Mandalorian slowly takes off his leather gloves and you feel warm, calloused hands cupping them gently, his thumb circling over your nipples slowly. His helmeted head tilting to the side as he makes you simply come by applying the right amount of delicious pressure to your nipples. This is the wa-hey!

Pero Tovar - In Pero’s time piercings are only found on people in the colourful exotic lands of spice and silks, and it’s usually the nose that sports such pretty jewelled metals. So when this surly Mercenary discovers that any body part can seemingly be adorned with gleaming metal, his interest is very piqued. You join him in the tin bath, and he can’t help but to explore as his sudsy hands run over your wet breasts, the metal in your nipples catching the light of the fire, and Pero feels a deep hunger stir within him that he knows mere food won’t satiate.

Max Phillips - Max knows what's going on, he ain’t stupid, sweetheart. The air con is amped up in the office to arctic temperatures and here you are strutting around in your shirt with nipples so hard they could cut through the fabric at the best of times. But he stops, mid-stride on his way to a board meeting and does a double take when he spies a couple of extra stiff shapes puckered out through the material either side of them. You glance up at him leering hungrily at your chesticles, and smirk back. Suffice to say Max cancels all his meetings for the rest of the day, invites you into his office and makes it clear that no-one is to disturb you both. Even when the growls get louder and more ferocious from behind the door.

Lucien Flores - The thing that you love most is when Lucien glides down your body, those gold chains of his traversing over your nipples and making you shiber and gasp. And now that they’re pierced, he does it on purpose, ensuring that the cool metal in contrast to his warm tongue hits them just right with every thrust. Although, it becomes a bit of a precarious situation when they inevitably get tangled together…

Maxwell Lord - If there’s one thing Max could have wished for, it certainly wouldn't have been you here, slipping down the straps of your dress to reveal perfectly pierced nipples for him to admire like a rare exhibit. His imagination isn't that creative beyond the scope of coveting riches and power. But here you are like a wonderful dream come true. And Max can only smile, get up and handle those precious mounds tentatively and carefully with soft, explorative fingers and a wet, trailing tongue that leaves you gasping for more.

Silva - This discreet cowboy will be utterly beside himself when you unbutton your plaid shirt to reveal pierced nipples. He won’t be able to stop himself from running his hands up your chest and pulling gently to discover what reactions he’ll elicit from you. Cock hard and leaking already before he's even taken his pants off at the mere sight of them. But take it slow though, you don’t wanna put his back out…

🖤

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #jett's pedro boys rambles #jett's pedro boys

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Hellow hellow (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

May I request yandere zhongli, diluc and possibly neuvilette with reader who's a talented musician that often like to play alone and doesn't want anyone finding about their hobby?

ah this was such a cute ask! i've never played an instrument aside from the recorder i was forced to learn in 4th grade so i apologize if this isn't super accurate :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, honestly the guys are pretty sweet here, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Diluc:

Being a bit of a musician himself, Diluc can understand the desire to be alone. He won’t ever intrude on your alone time, allowing you a room to yourself with whatever instruments and setup you’d like. He makes sure to let all the staff know to not bother you while you are there. If you’d like he’d even be willing to set up a lock on the door so that no one can enter, so long as he is allowed a key.

If you should ever change your mind and ask Diluc to join you for some music, he’d be more than happy to comply. He knows quite a few different instruments so he’s happy to partner up as whatever you ask of him as well.

A soft smile graces Diluc’s face as he hears the music start-up in another room. You were back to practicing again, working away at a particular piece that had been troubling you lately. Normally he wouldn’t seem so happy about your mess-ups, but he thought your dedication to the instruments to be endearing. It reminded him a bit of himself when he was young, before he had taken over the winery business unexpectedly. He had offered to play the piece with you a handful of times over dinner, but your polite refusal each time was enough to keep him from simply forcing his way in. He didn’t want to disturb the one thing you seemed to enjoy so thoroughly.

Zhongli:

Zhongli was never much of a musician, he preferred books and literature over the finer arts. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate them though. He does dampen a bit when you deny him the access of watching you play, insisting that you prefer to be alone, but he relents regardless. His keen hearing from across the home-like cave was enough for now.

Instead, Zhongli offers his support in the form of sheet music, going out of his way to obtain obscure or new sheet music for you in the style that you like so that you never run out of new melodies. It’s a simple act of appreciation for your gifts, if he could write any himself he’d have done so as well, but his ear for music wasn’t as fine-tuned as yours.

Zhongli pauses in his reading for a moment, his ears adjusting to the slightest tune echoing through the cave. It was barely there, but enough for him to hear. It seemed as though you were playing quietly today. It’s another moment that passes before he places a marker into his book, setting it aside before rising from his chair. He couldn’t explain it but your music always seemed to inspire him to get up and do something. Typically it was cooking, with him making a light meal or snack to bring to you when it sounded like you were taking a break. It helped to hear that you were playing the newest sheet music he had brought you. He didn’t know much about music aside from how to read notes on a paper, but there was something about that one specifically that just reminded him so dearly of you.

Neuvillette:

Neuvillette has always admired music, but his mind was more focused on the law and justice system, he had never really had time to explore that interest. When he finds out about your talent in that field, he at first is hesitant to ask you to teach him. He doesn’t want to bother you especially after you confessed that you prefer to play alone. So instead he listens silently from the next room over, replaying the melodies over and over in his head as he tries to teach himself an instrument.

It’s sweet, the way Neuvillette is always keeping you up to date with things. Always making sure your instruments are in proper working order and that anything you need for them is easily available. He had learned about instrument care as soon as he started trying to learn, and because you don’t leave the house often he makes sure to pick things up that he thinks you might need while he’s out.

He doesn’t say anything to you as he silently enters the room, noticing how you paused mid-line, turning to look at him. He just offers a warm smile, walking over to you quietly before sliding your music stand away. It takes a moment to realize what he’s doing as he slides a brand new one into place, carefully moving your sheet music from the old one to the new one. “I apologize for disrupting, please continue.” He gives a polite bow of his head before turning to leave, taking the old music stand with him. You weren’t sure how he knew that you needed a new one, since the old one had a problem with staying extended to the height you wanted it, but silently, you were thankful.

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If You Want to Leave

Requested Here!

Pairing: John Casey x fem!wife!reader

Summary: Casey tries to leave without telling you, but you walk in before he can. An argument ensues, and you invite him to leave, if that's what he really wants.

Warnings: angst, argument, accusations of lying and not loving one another, brief fluff at the end bc Casey needs love

Word Count: 1.4k+ words

A/N: I envisioned this taking place before Chuck s1 and the Intersect project, but that's up for your interpretation! I would also like to politely ask you to ignore the fact that this gif is Jayne Cobb; there aren't enough of Casey and I couldn't find one that fit the story.

“Major Casey, you need to get out of the country,” his superior says.

“You want me to run from a fight?” Casey replies. “That’s not-“

“It is not running from a fight, Major. It is preserving your life and keeping others out of danger. I’m no longer in a position to do more than recommend you get out while you still can, but if you stay, you’re endangering far more people than just yourself.”

Casey nods once before he leaves the office. He messed up; one tiny mistake by taking out the wrong enemy agent has ruined everything. As Casey drives to his small cottage miles away, where he thought everything would be safe and separated, he knows what he has to do. If he doesn’t leave now, he’ll lose everything. Again.

Casey leaves the truck running as he enters what used to be his home. This stationing was supposed to be permanent, allowing him to settle just enough as he worked through the ranks and continued fieldwork when and how he pleased. Yet, here he is, packing the last decade of his life into a duffel bag. He ignores the pictures on the mantle and the made bed that he will never sleep in again and focuses only on taking what he needs. No reminders, no evidence, and nothing that will make this situation worse than it already is. With his clothes, gun, and every piece of identification stowed in the large duffel bag, he zips it and prepares to say a goodbye that won’t be heard but will be felt.

You return home early and see Casey’s work truck in the driveway. It’s still running, so you assume he forgot something and is heading back out. The idea of Casey, a highly trained government agent, forgetting something makes you smile. On the bright side, you can see him briefly before he returns to work.

As you enter the open front door, you’re startled to see pictures and books haphazardly strewn throughout the living room. Whatever Casey forgot must have been easily misplaced you think as you walk through the hallway. Casey’s back is to you as he zips a duffel bag. The box that usually sits under his side of the bed is no longer in its place, and you have no trouble deducing what is happening. Casey didn’t forget anything except you.

“You’re leaving?” you ask.

Casey turns quickly, and his nostrils flare when he sees you. Clearly, this wasn’t part of his escape plan.

“Were you going to tell me?”

Casey shakes his head and turns to the bag on your previously shared bed. He flips through a faded copy of Moby Dick until he finds his United States-issued passport. You walk to his side and lay your hand over his.

“How long are you leaving?”

“Forever,” Casey grunts as he pulls his hand away.

“What?” you question incredulously. “John, that’s-“

“I know.”

“You don’t know,” you argue. “You were going to leave without telling me anything! I know that you have a duty, a job that you care about more than anything, but I- this- us! We have to mean something to you, too.”

“Why do you think I’m leaving?” he snaps.

You step back and cross your arms. The wedding picture on your nightstand taunts you, and you lay it face down before you take a deep breath.

“Was this the plan all along? To marry me, have me around, lie to me, until it was time to move on?” you ask with your back to Casey.

“Of course not,” he answers roughly.

“Really? Because packing a duffel bag to leave me while I’m not here doesn’t align with the whole ‘til death do us part thing, does it, John?”

“You don’t understand.”

“You’re right. And I never will, because whether you want to admit or not, you always knew I was a temporary fixture.”

Casey huffs as he pulls the duffel bag over his shoulder. You follow him to the door but nearly run into his back when he stops.

“There is nothing worth waiting for,” you remind him. “You made sure of that.”

He turns perpendicular to you and looks at the home and the life he is abandoning.

“Why are you leaving, Casey?” you ask softly, letting your guard down in the final moment with him. “I think I deserve the truth about that at least.”

The accusation that he has lied about anything within your relationship multiplies the emotions Casey is feeling and hiding. He’s become an expert in lying and manipulating the truth to fit what he needs it to be, but that’s work. You and your marriage were separate, the only real thing Casey had.

“You want to know why I’m leaving?” Casey asks. “Because I’m not good for you! There is a target on your back because of me!” he explains, not caring that his voice rises.

“Casey,” you begin.

“No,” he interrupts, shaking his head as he turns to face you. “I will not lose you. I can leave all of this, the house, the pictures, the perfect little life, but I will not put you in a position to be taken away from me forever.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing, Casey,” you argue gently. “If you leave, there is nothing between me and the people aiming at that target. You told me from the beginning that this could happen. But if you leave me now, you and I both know, you’re leaving me just like you’re leaving the house.”

Casey shakes his head and grunts as he drops the duffel bag beside his feet. “No,” he insists. “This is the best option.”

You rub your forehead and say, “If you want to leave, just go. I love you, Casey, but I can’t live like this. I can’t spend the rest of my life wondering when this will happen; when you will just leave me without a word and never come back. I’ve been by your side for years, supporting you and your job and everything that comes with it, but I can’t do this. The constant fear of not knowing is worse than any target someone could put on me.”

Casey’s chest rises and falls as he breathes deeply. He watches your eyes as you talk and hates that he created the fear and insecurity in them. Even if he does leave when this is over, he can’t let you think that his leaving has anything to do with how he feels for you, loves you, or the idea he doesn’t want to be with you.

“So, Casey,” you begin.

Your voice breaks as you fight to hold your tears in, and Casey closes the distance between you. He places his hands on either side of your face, his palms resting against your cheeks as his fingers slide behind your ears. As you look up at him and move forward, Casey dips his chin and kisses you. It’s not like the other kisses you’ve shared; it’s passionate, desperate, loving, and devastating at the same time. You grasp Casey’s wrists before you move your hands to his shirt and push yourself against his chest. Watching Casey leave will break you and destroy everything you’ve learned to love about yourself, him, and life. And, despite how good this kiss is and everything Casey says without speaking, it will not get you through this. Not if it’s the last one you ever get.

Casey pulls away slowly, but his hands remain on your face as he looks into your eyes. You’re breathless, pliant in his hold. He doesn’t move, but if he’s still going to leave, you can’t handle a withdrawn goodbye any better than coming home to an empty house.

“Casey?” you whisper.

“What do I do?” he asks quietly. “I messed up, and now you’re in danger no matter where I am.”

“As much as I want to, I can’t tell you what to do.”

“They’ll give me a new assignment when I get stateside.” Casey pauses and looks at the ring on your left hand. “Get in the truck.”

He pulls you into another kiss before you can ask him any questions. You understand what it’s like to be part of Casey’s world, never knowing what he’s doing or if he’ll be home. But you need to stay with Casey because you love him, and even if he did leave without a word, it wouldn’t change that.

#john casey x reader #john casey x fem!reader #john casey fic #john casey imagine #john casey #nbc chuck #fem!reader #requests #hanna writes✯

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theminecraftbee · 7 months

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more seriously: hey guys, remember backseat gaming is rude. i know the line while watching people play vault hunters is going to be blurrier (like, even joe has directly admitted he'll need chat's help for a lot of things, since he hasn't played modded in like seven years), but unless your streamer asks directly, it's generally considered rude to bring up what you think they're doing wrong/unoptimally. just... let them make mistakes and do things in ways you wouldn't. if it's really important, iskall is there, as are other veteran players like false, stress, xisuma, and wels to a lesser extent. they can help guide as needed. so while you're watching, just stick around for the ride!

#hermitcraft vault hunters #99% certain the people being rude about this in joe's chat are not here #and are not regular hc viewers so much as the vh frog crowd #but like. if this IS you. here's your polite reminder.

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I was told by someone that I couldn’t call myself a transsexual because I had to go off T for health reasons and I haven’t had any gender affirming surgeries yet since I’m poor and disabled. Is this true? What are like, the requirements to be a transsexual? /gen

The requirements to be transsexual: to identify as transsexual

This might seem too... straightforward, but genuinely, medical transition is so complex and individual that it's worthless to make it so ridged. There are so many reasons you have to stop some aspect(s) of transition, even if you didn't want to! That doesn't mean you never transitioned or that it's "lesser" now that you stopped.

Genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, I, for one, couldn't care less if you call yourself a transsexual. To my mind, it is as political as it is an identity. Being a transsexual isn't just about your identity but also your place in this world. "Transsexual menace" isn't just a cutesy little slogan but a political battle cry. It can be an attitude about changing sex, about the lucid and plastic nature of people, and so much more.

The word transsexual was made and popularized, honestly, with the idea that we are separate from others. I think we can take this back and make it ours. We can start by actually making it our own, not the cis world's own.

#ask #anon #trans #transsexual #transsexual FAQs #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #it seems extra shitty to me when somebody goes 'oh you can't transition in the ways you might want to for outside reasons? fuck you anyway!#like how awful do you have to be to see that a trans person is in multiple positions of marginalization...#...and make it about how YOU feel about THEIR labels?#maybe that's an uncharitable read on my end but. i just hate when you have justify your OWN damn identity.#like this isn't debate club and if you are bothered by it then that genuinely is not their problem?#(sorry for ranting anon. this is just something that alwaysssss grinds my gears and isn't directed at you but them)#inuded the bit about 'transsexual menace' because people forget that transness can be just as political as it is an identity #it is the scathing reminded that we are here and we're *going* to fucking stay no matter what. we live in the bones of society #we live in the corners you think are empty. we are the reminder that humanity is sacred and divine...#...and to forget this means we will remind you. we are *going* to fucking stay on this earth with or without approval or understanding #THAT is why i think it isn't solely an identity. my political stance is transsexual. my blade is my manhood.#basically transsexualism is: i'm not afraid to keep on living; i'm not afraid to walk this world alone.

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Can't imagine playing DAI without Sera.... she's essential to my Inquisitor's sanity. I cannot fathom being surrounded by oceans of insufferably self-important nobles and the local episcopal see without her to make the experience not only bearable but entertaining. Now where's my guillotine

#also without the red jenny rumours i don't trust these fuckers to mind their manners #unless they're kissing up to someone more powerful #augh sera dragon age thank you for exisiting 🙏🙏#she not only makes the game a joy. but like. she mirrors the themes of the game #her struggle for acceptance. her struggles with faith and identity #remember who scrubs your chamberpot and cooks your food. remember who changes your sheets and cleans your castle #remember the people dying in your name and the families and friends they leave behind #that!!!!! is why she's here and it's what people who insist sera “doesn't fit” the game are missing #because if you want to swan around as a politically-important religious war hero #you need to remember what that ACTUALLY means #and be reminded that you're not better than other people for it #you're just a better target #sera #dragon age #dragon age inquisition

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atonalginger · 5 months

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@a-cosmic-elf, I saw that post you tagged me in and blocked the person you reblogged, forgetting it would disappear the post so I'll say what I was going to ramble in the tags here:

I stared at that post in 'has completed a 81k+ slow burn romance novel and has several more stories going, two starring a minor npc, and drawn numerous pieces of art that took me ~4 hours on average to finish inspired by this game, its characters, and world'. My blog has seen more activity and traction since I started playing Starfield than the past 5 flipping years and I broke through both my writers and art block because of this game. I actually put myself out there and have met wonderful people I would not have met otherwise because of my love for this game. But my blog/I don't exist xD

It's fine if people don't like Starfield. Just like its fine that people didn't like Saint's Row (2022), another game that knocked me out of an art and writing slump, funnily enough. Not every piece of media is going to click with with everyone. That's fine. But we don't need to crap on the media that doesn't click with us. It's not needed.

Like I don't enjoy horror movies. So I don't watch them. I also don't go tagging the fandoms telling them how bad they are and how they are this or that because...it's not productive. I could use that energy on something fulfilling and fun that I /do/ enjoy.

*shrugs*

Anyway I'm going to go back to writing the scene I was working on in my Ranger!Delgado au since my mind won't let me sleep.

#seriously though not every piece of media is going to be for everyone #it's just not possible #if you didn't like something you are free to say it isn't your thing #but you don't need to go into spaces where people might be enjoying it and loudly declare it sucks and whatever #and we see this discussion across fandoms anytime something new comes out #time and time again we see this reminder to keep critical posts separate because its polite and time and time again here we are #suppose it helps remind us we're human?

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I’m going to sound like a filthy british bastard by saying this but one of the things I think turns me away from this heavily fandomized tumblrification of the american revolution is genuinely the lack of british perspectives. I obviously don’t fault tumblr for this being the case (it goes without saying that it is a far deeper issue than just that… cough cough american nationalism and exceptionalism and the effect that has on the media) but in spaces like this there really just isn’t… any nuance at all to this conflict which was so undeniably nuanced in so many ways. it’s all about gay founding fathers and cool spies which. I understand the appeal but at a certain point I’m genuinely not sure how much of it we can call history

#one of the reasons I don’t have qualms with amrev reenactment is because it was almost entirely a political conflict #you can make arguments for both sides #which is part of why I reenact british #but beyond my general interest in british military history that I don’t see here #amrev tumblr is just a standing testament to the way historical media has been americanized #I don’t particularly associate myself with either side of the war because of this nuance #I don’t feel like any of us are really in a relevant position #but it’s much deeper than ‘british bad america freedom’ etc etc #either way #daily reminder that i am a redcoat bastard #if only because it represents another perspective on this deeply nuanced period of history #there is way more to talk about here but I can’t keep doing it in the tags #amrev #I feel like I’m just the daily killjoy in the amrev tag sorry lmao #historyposting #this is your captain speaking #historyroasting #awi

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cuntylittlesalmon · 11 months

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i’m finding it really hard to take more media discourse seriously right now because a lot of it tends to be hinder by emotional fragility. the “if something make me feel this type of way (namely the escapist, or the horny) it is inherently above criticism, and any attempts to critique (even if said critique is coming from a place of endearment) is an attack on my morality” stuff.

#esp when it relies on misogyny……..#like attempting to create a new category of fiction is fine #it happens all the time. but when people tell you that creating That Specific Subgenre is futile & a defanging of the baked-in nature of #The Genre and you hit back with ‘but it’s WOMEN’S fiction!!!’ that is just misogyny #and the original critique was not commentary on your moral politics #however #you’re reaction is now that you have made it such #anyway. i saw a thread on ‘cozy horror’ and i wanted to scream #you are just describing GOTHIC. you are describing DOMESTIC.#these are things that already exist. and attempting to craft something new (and fucking vague as hell) out of it #on the basis of it being ‘by women for women’ (as comforting fiction should inherently be. no terrible bitchy women here no sir! /s)#is fucking futile. and misogynistic.#and this is coming from someone who regularly enjoys romance novels #i UNDERSTAND the desire for soft and escapist fiction #however when people find the politics in them & the discourses surrounding lacking….you can’t get in your feels about it #a lot of this reminds me of the rwrb discourse. it’s the poster child for escapist fiction. it also has some of the most milquetoast #liberalized politics.#like in your escapist fiction palestine is still being violently colonized? AND your find that jokes about that are acceptable?#before cmq removed the line there were tons and tons of these ‘escapist fiction’ readers in their feelings about being told that their book #baby had piss poor politics. are you incapable of seeing flaws in your favorite pieces of fiction?#i’m positive i could pull this into the fandomization of media consumption + the idea of media as identity but it’s dinner time #and i’m hungry :)#anw. sorry the tag essay for anyone who got this far 💀#i have chronic can’t shut up disease #i would normally rant to my gf but she’s napping 🥺 and i don’t want to disturb her rn

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Admittedly I don't know much about the Israel Palestine war but I keep seeing news articles that refer to it as the Israel Hamas war and no it is not. After all Israel has done it gets to be referred to by it's country name and not "terrorists who kill babies and children at the speed of light" but Palestine gets reduced to Hamas?

It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth that the struggle of the Palestinian people keeps getting reduced to the existence of Hamas, but at no point does the ongoing state violence of Israel define its existence when by all means it should when my understanding is that the creation of Israel was stealing land from Palestinians. Why is Israel's violence ignored while Palestine is defined by the admittedly shit group that only arose out of decades of occupation and imperialism? Those two things are not the same and ignoring Israel's violence to act like Hamas came from nowhere just to hurt the poor Israeli government who acts like they've done nothing wrong is ridiculous to me.

#winters ramblings #a Palestinian coworker gave me some emails to send off things to so ill be doing that later #but like it just BUGS me when people will over focus on the REACTION to state violence and never ONCE bring up state violence #AS violence at all. also what israel is doing reminds me a LOOOOOT of what canada has done to your indigenous populations #so yes hamas suck ive seen some shit but heres the deal. im not as concerned about how much HAMAS sucks #when the EXISTENCE of hanas is the result if DECADES of ISRAEL'S state violence. what were Palestinians meant to DO??#just allow their homes to be stolen their people to be killed and their resources extracted with NO fighting back ever??!?#i dont feel the need to focus on how shitty Hamas is when this reactionary group wouldnt exist without the extreme violence #from israel that RESULTED in a deeply problematic group fighting back against them #you CANNOT step on the necks of a whole nation of people and expect them to do NOTHING #and when what they do is deeply flawed and often hurtful am i supposed to just IGNORE everything that led up to Hamas #by pretending state violence isnt NEARLY as bad as traumatized people fighting back against their oppressors??#like NO- state violence should be FRONT AND CENTER LOOOONG before any reactionary response to that violence #which if you ask me may be a deeply flawed and problematic response but im not expecting the people of an occupied nation #to be giving their best political performance and acting like we SHOULD just SMACKS of respectability politics #shut the FUCK up about Hamas and LOOK at what israel has DONE to the Palestinian people and FREE PALESTINE DAMNIT

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Hello! I'm thinking about your cached AU again and I was wondering, what is Yoojin's relationship with Song Taewon with like? Because their relationship in canon (at least up to where I've read) is heavily influenced by the fact that Yoojin is an F rank who holds power over S Ranks, making him both a threat and someone to protect. Does Taewon just go red alert whenever Yoojin around now? Does Yoojin keep trying to be friends with him? Does Taewon find that terrifying?

HAHAHAHAHHA. OH BOY. THIS SURE IS A QUESTION THAT HAS AN ANSWER. a very long answer so i'm putting it under a cut. thanks for waiting and im sorry if its incoherent its like 6ish local time. or maybe not im not very concerned wth reading clocks rn

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Be careful.

Taewon had wondered, when he received that message from Sung Hyunjae, if it was some sort of joke. A sly way of telling him he’d made trouble somewhere and he’d better prepare for the incoming paperwork, perhaps. The fact that it had been encoded suggested some degree of seriousness to it, but it was vague enough that he’d dismissed it and gotten ready for this long-delayed meeting.

Taewon locks eyes with Han Yoojin and is immediately struck by the complete lack of fear he finds there. So much so that he barely notices when Sung Hyunjae crushes his car with the breezy efficiency of a compactor.

And even as Sung Hyunjae gets out of his own car, even as he turns that amused, glittering gaze onto Han Yoojin, no apprehension sparks to life. No nerves. Just a cool, faintly disappointed look that he turns on the Seseong Guild Leader.

It stops the man in his tracks. Song Taewon blinks at Sung Hyunjae, faint smile frozen on his face, and looks back at Han Yoojin, who’s gazing at him now with a welcoming smile on his face.

…So that was a real warning, then.

Surely it can’t be for what Taewon thinks it is.

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Taewon was told Han Yoojin was an A-rank. While the Hunter Association staff had confirmed his stats were well within standard range, they’d also made no secret of gossiping about how even the A-rank he’d come in with had looked vaguely spooked. How Han Yoojin carried himself with that unthinking confidence and grace all S-ranks had. How, when Seok Gimyeong had gone to personally take him through the registration process, Han Yoojin’s expression had gone flat and stony, and while he’d cooperated, something in his demeanor had had everyone around him going quiet and hurrying through the steps as fast as possible.

What it boils down to, in the end, is a sense that he’s not what he seems.

What Taewon thinks it is, quite simply, is a high-rank fear-inducing skill. Han Yoojin has no reason to claim he’s lower-ranked than he actually is, not when being higher-ranked would mean getting fast-tracked to a much better lifestyle than what he had before.

What Taewon realizes upon meeting Han Yoojin is that either he was very, very wrong about the other man’s ambition (or lack thereof, as it happens), or that the fear induction skill is far more potent than anyone let on.

“Chief Song-nim?”

Taewon stares at Han Yoojin. He’s merely standing there with a bag of instant coffee in hand, gazing at Taewon over his shoulder, and yet, if Taewon’s phone was in his hand right now, he’d probably have crushed it. As it is, he realizes distantly, his nails are digging little crescents into his palms. “Han Yoojin-ssi,” he gets out, and then stalls immediately.

He’d come here with the assumption that Han Yoojin was an A-rank. Which means all his questions (I wanted to check, are you safe, are you being pressured, why did such a high-rank monster appear in a dungeon with only two S-ranks in it and how did you kill it anyway?) were tailored for an A-rank. For someone that needed protection.

Is something wrong, he’d wanted to ask.

Is something wrong with you? is what his mind supplies now.

“Are you—alright,” he manages eventually.

Han Yoojin stares back at him, fingers tensing faintly around the bag as Taewon speaks. “I… yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“…With… the Babar’s appearance in that last dungeon.” It gets easier to speak once he’s started. “And all the higher-ranks you’ve been around lately. I’d understand if you were feeling—stressed, or strained.”

“Ah.” Han Yoojin relaxes. “No, I’m alright. It’s been quite busy, but I’ve adjusted well enough, I think. Thank you for your concern.”

Truth, Taewon thinks. He seems too confident for it to be anything but. But how can that be? To face an SS-rank monster as a supposed A-rank—

“Are you sure?”

Han Yoojin glances at him out of the corner of his eye. The tension isn’t back, but there’s a frown tugging at his lips. Taewon forcibly uncurls the fists his hands have balled into, and continues. He needs a reference. He needs to know what Han Yoojin looks like when he’s lying. “The Babar alone was an SS-rank, and you may have had your brother and ward with you, but even then, facing such a monster as an A-rank—”

And there it is, the slightest creases around his eyes, how he looks down and to the side slightly before meeting Taewon’s gaze once more, lips thinning into a line. Taewon’s so busy thinking over their conversation so far, matching these markers against what’s been said, that he doesn’t realize what he’s saying—

“…seeing them fight… They may be your family, but they’re S-ranks before that. Which makes them dangerous, more than you know—”

Until it’s too late.

“What are you trying to say, Chief Song-nim?” Han Yoojin asks, letting go of the bag of coffee and turning to face him properly. His voice has taken on a sharp edge, and Taewon steps backwards before he even consciously acknowledges the sound. Han Yoojin just steps forward to match, bringing him dangerously close— “If there’s a point to this, I’d like if you could—”

Taewon has a hand around his throat.

Han Yoojin raises a hand (touching? grabbing?). Seize his wrist, twist his arm, shift the grip on his neck, until Han Yoojin is pinned face-down against the counter, cheek pressed against its surface.

Then Taewon realizes he’d moved to begin with.

“…What are you doing?”

Han Yoojin’s flat question kills Taewon’s hasty apology before it can even leave his mouth. His grip tightens instead of loosening. Some quiet part of his brain is counting out the handful of people and low-rank Hunters present in the building today. A much louder part of his mind says he’s testing the hold.

Han Yoojin flexes his hand again, shifting easily even in Taewon’s grip, and he—

He panics.

Looting flares, black not-smoke wreathing his fingers and Han Yoojin’s limbs. Vague surprise flickers over Han Yoojin’s face before his eyes rise to a point in the air before himself, likely checking his status window. Whatever he sees there has his eyes widening sharply.

And then, all at once, something closes off in his face, and he goes limp.

A different kind of alarm spikes through the white-out fear in Taewon’s mind and he tilts his head to get a better look at Han Yoojin’s face. There’s a tightness around his eyes, still, lips pressed together like he’s bracing for something. But when those eyes flick up to meet Taewon’s stare, there’s also a dull sort of… familiarity?

No, not familiarity.

Resignation.

Taewon feels sick. He all but rips his hands off Han Yoojin, backing away hastily. There’s already shadows on his skin where Taewon’s fingers had pressed against it. There’ll be bruises there by tonight. Earlier, even, because—how long had he had Looting active?

He can’t remember. He can’t remember the last time he lost control like that. His stomach twists. He feels sick.

Han Yoojin still hasn’t moved. Taewon tries to remember how tightly he was gripping his neck.

And then Han Yoojin slowly, slowly draws his arm to his side again, pushes off the counter with his other hand, and straightens back up. A pause. Then he turns, just a little, so he can look at Taewon.

They stare at each other in silence like that for a moment.

Then, in a thin voice: “Interesting skill you have there.”

Taewon’s breath catches. Han Yoojin doesn’t seem to notice as he tilts his head slightly and opens his mouth again.

“Why’d you stop?”

…

Taewon—

Taewon leaves, after that.

He doesn’t remember what he says. What he does. Han Yoojin has a knack for disabling his rational mind, it seems.

What he does know is this: that Han Yoojin’s voice, when he asked that question, was genuinely curious. Perhaps even a little pleading.

What he does know, looking back, is that Han Yoojin didn’t try to pull away. He shifted in Taewon’s hold, yes, and in his panic Taewon overreacted. But he never tried to break free.

(What Taewon doesn’t know if he wants to know is this:

How does a man like Han Yoojin end up feeling resignation?)

#cached au #my sranks #answered #licilou22 #star.txt #guy who has problems disorder meets guy who has problems disorder. what happens next will shock you #spoiler: they are going to have so many fucking problems. Together 🤝#i... hope this answers your question...?#re: protection/threat dilemma: stw's super on edge around him and it makes him lash out in panic sometimes #because hes used to the worst threats being shj or hyh level. and hyj is double that Minimum #but because hyj also presents as Just An A-Rank and genuinely seems like a decent guy + Actually Has A Moral Code #stw's Really Fucked Up about how he reacts to him. so he's just kind of ?!??!?!?! about him #eventually the fear will ebb as he gets used to it. and then he'll be more okay around him. but for now [sucks air through teeth] Nnnhh. No #meanwhile hyj is. not having a good time either. a reprieve from the constant burden/reminder of his brother's death? check #being thrown around and threatened and generally made to feel unsafe in what should be safe company and a safe place? check #just your- whats the phrase kdj used. just some ordinary trauma #hyj is a biiit more hesitant abt befriending him here but stw's formal/polite worksona is so strong that eventually he lets down his guard #which in turn makes stw relax more around him cuz hyj starts being Friendly instead of just Polite #so yes i guess they'll be friends. eventually. ...Very eventually

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