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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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I Know I'll Be Living in Vain (gojo x you)

summary: you wake from a nightmare in a state of panic. he's there to ground you back in reality.

wc: 2.2k

cw/tags: hurt/comfort, established relationship with pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, beautiful), gn reader, found family with megs and satoru, nightmares, panic attack, swearing, mentions of food and eating

notes: so this is part 1 of a little series i'll be doing surrounding the shibuya incident and gojo's uh...absence for all yall anime-only people. based on the song "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" by Taylor Swift and Zayn because it just fits??? so perfectly??? anyway hope you enjoy! this is also for all you found family lovers i see you and i understand you.

likes/reblogs/feedback is always appreciated <3

He feels it viscerally in his body at the same time you do, a wall of unfathomable malice that you were never supposed to feel in the first place. It’s heart stopping, the same realization of making a mistake that ricochets your life in an unpredictable direction. Dread sinks like an anchor into his stomach and he forces down the nauseous lump gathering in his throat. He tries to train his expression into blankness, but he knows better than to deceive the King of Curses.

“Hmm…” Sukuna’s dark eyes narrow in concentration, thoughts elsewhere instead of the sorcerer in front of him. “Someone is…reading me.” A tense beat of stillness settled between the two fighters, out of place compared to the wasteland of a city that they treaded on. Then, in a blink, both him and Sukuna are gone, racing to get to you first. He’s an eighth of a second too slow and you feel vicious claws dig into the back of your neck from your seat on the ground. Electric blue eyes meet yours, wrought with despair and suppressed rage. You always loved that the most, how his eyes always seemed to give away what he was feeling even if he didn’t say anything. Flashes of memories flicker in your mind like stop-motion film, pulling him closer in your bedroom or intertwining your fingers on a walk back to the school. Every time you looked in his eyes, you could read him; you could read his sorrow, his grief, his wrath, his joy, his love. It was different, now, from any time you’d looked at him before.

For the first time since you’d met him, Satoru’s eyes were filled with fear.

You blink, scared to breathe or feel the ache in your legs after being crossed for too long. This was wrong. Everything was wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen and this meeting would cause catastrophic consequences to the plan in place. First, the non-sorcerers would break from the trance you’d put them in. They would then panic within the confines of the veil, causing the sorcerers within to divert their attention to crowd control rather than exorcizing Curses. Civilian casualties were going to increase exponentially all because you were never supposed to read Sukuna. From the look on Satoru’s face, he knew it too, and he knew it was his fault that the confrontation entered your technique’s radius in the first place. It broke your heart to see him so distraught, overwhelmed by your impending death because he wasn’t careful enough.

“This your little friend, honored one?” Sukuna’s face is a cruel sneer; he knows having you puts Satoru on the defensive. “Well?” Your head is roughly pushed forward and you cry out, face contorting in pain and frustration as Satoru’s fist opens and closes anxiously. You wordlessly pleaded with him to just attack even if you got caught in the crossfire because, as much as he was on the defensive, Sukuna was underestimating his humanity and it left him vulnerable. But ultimately, you were in the wrong–you underestimate how much Satoru needs you.

“I didn’t think you were one to get distracted, your majesty.” You catch the slightest waver in his voice as he attempts to appear uncaring about your situation. He wasn’t succeeding.

“Nor did I think you would stop your attacks just because another sorcerer is in your way.”

“Maybe I’m catching my breath ‘cause I didn’t hold back before.”

“Then why do you choose to now?”

“I’m just giving you some time before we go all out again. My mother always said I had pristine manners.” In any other scenario you would have burst out laughing at the sheer inaccuracy of that statement, but all you could do was choke out a sob of disbelief. His eyes flick to you again and the muscles in his jaw clench. “Beat me first and save your,” an elegant hand waves around aimlessly in a forced show of indifference, “prize for later.” You catch his nervous swallow as his body physically rejects referring to you as an object.

Sukuna hums in faux-thoughtfulness before his grip tightens enough to draw blood. You gasp at the warmth now dripping down the sides of your neck. “You could have beat me at any point, you know, if you didn’t stop for one measly human.” He spits the last word like it tasted disgusting on his tongue. “For one so godly, you are disappointingly just…a man.”

“Spare their life or I’ll show you just how godly I am.” There’s no more aloofness in Satoru’s body language. He’d given up his asshole-exterior to desperately negotiate for your life. The world would end because Gojo Satoru loved you too much.

You dodge his gaze like it was a plague and silently will him to stop looking at you, lest he jeopardize both of your positions. It was too late, though. Sukuna shakes his head, patronizingly clicking his tongue in distaste. Satoru’s initial hesitation upon seeing you had given too much away. “Pathetic. The honored one should know better than to waste time on emotional attachment.”

You feel a scorching hot sensation on the back of your head before your eyes fly open and you shoot upright in bed, hand flying to your mouth to muffle the ragged exhales from your heaving chest. It’s impossible to stop trembling and you struggle out of bed, careful not to wake its other occupant. You’re barely able to make it to the bathroom and splash your face with frigid water before the adrenaline crashes into your body in the form of a strangled cry as you recollect your nightmare. It violently wracks your body in unnatural tremors that have you holding the edge of the sink for dear life, drowning in your own worsening spiral. It wasn’t the first time you’d experienced a nightmare like this, but what frightened you the most was how realistic it felt, especially considering the rumors running around this year’s Halloween. It takes you several minutes to regain control of your body, leaving your head aching from the fluorescent lights in the bathroom. After patting dry your sweat-sticky skin, you quietly re-enter your room to find Satoru awake and waiting for you. You’re grateful to the darkness, for once, because it almost hid your swollen eyes and incessant shaking…almost.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I woke you.” You try to keep your voice even while you slip back under the covers and his arms instinctually pull you into him. Your body continues running hot and you wiggle free from the blankets, instead searching for his natural warmth. He definitely could hear your racing heart rate but you still force feed normalcy into your words. “You can go back to sleep now. I just needed to pee. Too much water before bed, you know?” It’s quiet for a time and you sigh in relief, thinking you’d successfully fooled your excessively protective boyfriend. You’re on the edge of falling back into unconsciousness when his low voice grounds you back into reality.

“You had a nightmare.” With eyes still shut, your breath hitches despite the relaxingly lazy circles he traces on your back. “I know you’re still awake, by the way. You breathe differently when you sleep.” You fight down the impulse to teasingly call him a creep and keep your eyes closed. Trying the silent route again, his calming touch abruptly pulls away as does the rest of his body. Groaning in frustration, you surrender and bury yourself further into his chest, muttering how you hated him and his stupid tricks. He huffs out a lighthearted chuckle, fingers returning to work on your skin as you finally look up at him. “Talk to me, beautiful.”

“It was just a bad dream. I’m fine.”

“You’re just as terrible of a liar as a fake-sleeper. It’s a good thing you became a sorcerer and not an actor.” He smirks when you glare up at him, eyes shining with triumph at pushing your buttons.

“If you’re gonna be an asshole, then get out. I’ll call Suguru and Shoko to cuddle me instead.” You flip over and begin crawling out of bed again when lean limbs snake around your body, caging you against him with both his arms and his legs. He breathes an exhausted sigh against your neck that gives you goosebumps. Guess joking-Satoru had enough of your antics.

“I know the difference between when you have a bad dream and when you have a nightmare. Bad dreams don’t have you bolting up and stifling sobs in the bathroom because you think I can’t hear them. I hear them, every single time. It breaks me, you know?” Your heart pangs in sharp guilt but he only pulls you closer. “Please, baby. Talk to me.” You let him rotate your body so that your head rests on his chest and you inhale the unwaveringly strong presence of him.

“I dreamt something went wrong during an attack on a city. I was evacuating and you were fighting Sukuna and…” Your voice cracks as you relive the dream in your mind’s eye, wincing when you remember the all-too-real look on Satoru’s face as you die. “Sukuna got to me.” His arms tighten around your body and you squeeze your eyes shut to block out the flood of bad dreams that unlocked as a result of this single nightmare. “And I really don’t fucking know, I just–”

“Do you remember that time we took Megumi to a splash pad? Tsumiki was at her first sleepover and we stole him away for the weekend.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden change in the conversation and you look at him, only to see him staring off into the ceiling. “Yeah? I mean, we stole him away for a lot of weekends. Why do you–”

“He hated that place with every fiber of his tiny body.” His eyes fondly flutter shut, pretty mouth curling into a grin. “I remember we had to bribe him with ginger chicken just to get him to stand near one of those fountains. It was for the greater good, though, since I think the universe was trying to roast us alive during that summer.”

You smile at the image of little Megs’ frown and crossed arms as he reluctantly steps closer to the brightly colored water structures, arguing the water is freezing. From your lawn chair in the shade, you remind him that the water was the whole point of bringing him there, to which he further scowled in protest. At some point, both you and Satoru ended up with soaked clothes after running around the playground to escape the unbearable heat, with Megumi finally playing too after your boyfriend slipped and fell. When you asked Satoru why he didn’t use Infinity to avoid getting wet, he shrugged and explained that it was more fun feeling shivery and cold with you. One of your favorite memories of the day came after losing to him in a slide race where he definitely cheated, when you had to stand under a bucket that tipped over once filled with water. But, a second before the bucket could tip, Megumi yanked Satoru’s arm toward you and all three of you ended up getting drenched. “Did we actually end up getting him ginger chicken? I thought we warped back to the school.”

“Mhmm, we did. I was the one who drove across the city to get it in your beat-up sedan.” The corner of his mouth quirks in lighthearted indignance.

Your jaw drops in realization and you can’t help giggling as the memories click into place. After deciding warping was a better alternative than getting your car wet, Satoru went to get your car and drove it back to Jujutsu Tech after all three of you dried off. You put on some random movie for Megs to watch in Satoru’s room and called to ask about dinner, only for him to say he already had it and was pulling into the parking lot. You three ate dinner cross legged on Satoru’s bed and ended up falling asleep there too. “Hey, that beat-up sedan got us lots of places before we started warping everywhere.”

“Yeah, and it could probably handle every circle of Hell if you needed it to. It would need a new left blinker, though.”

You lightly poke him in the side and he yelps. “Because you backed it into a telephone pole!”

“That’s your fault for letting me drive in the first place, sweetheart.”

“You are a menace to society, Gojo Satoru.”

“This menace to society got your mind off that shitty nightmare.” Oh. That’s what he was doing. “Your silence tells me I’m correct.” Your continued stunned silence must be interpreted as contradiction and he’s quick to backtrack on his declaration. “Or at least in the ballpark–”

“Shh, yes. Yes, you are correct.” You place a finger on his lips to stop his words and close your eyes against his chest, clinging to the happy memories with Satoru and Megumi to force out the intruding scenes from your nightmare. “You really amaze me, do you know that?”

“Sounds like you have a crush on me.”

“Worship the ground I walk on, Satoru,” you state flatly but can’t help smiling through the end of it. His soft laugh vibrates against your face as you finally start to drift into sleep again, this time confident you could keep the nightmares at bay.

“I already do.”

#jjk x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo x y/n #jjk angst #jjk hurt/comfort

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biteofcherry · 9 months

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I see you're being a menace Navy! And at the very start of the week 😜 Then I shall fight your attack @navybrat817 with a beast of my own! 😏 Who's not scared of the big bad wolf?

Bad Moon Rising

alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

warnings: none; a bit of dirty talk; brief mention of chase kink; shifter!Ari; wolf!Ari; alpha!Ari;

You chop the ingredients with viciousness, pouring into it your need to stab a certain someone and cut off the invisible ties which bound your future.

Yet you keep it diced nicely, instead of turning everything into a mush.

Partly because you aren't that childish to act out, but also because your mother ingrained enough of proper hospitality behavior that you couldn't simply shake it off to spite a bloody Alpha.

Especially not when he was invited to your family home, by your parents, for a Sunday dinner.

So they could meet their future son-in-law officially; as if Ari didn't drag you back marked with his cum, after chasing you through the woods a week ago.

You were annoyed that everyone seemed to forget about that part, but you were also glad they never pointed out how you clung to his side despite glaring murderous intent at him.

Was it the vulnerability that you tried to shield yourself behind the big Alpha, or did that instinctive chase and victorious marking successfully lured your wolf side to accept Ari as your mate?

You're not sure.

You scrubbed your body clean of his cum, yet it still feels like his smell lingers on you. Your tongue tingles and mouth fills with saliva whenever you think of the salty taste of him.

With an angry grunt, you chop a cucumber in half. Then dice it with precise, quick moves.

Pity you didn't have the knife with you when you opened the door earlier. You could've stabbed Ari in the thigh when he greeted you with a grin and a comment that he's surprised to see you waiting in place, since he half expected to have to chase after you again.

He brought gifts, because apparently he was raised well, even though you thought him to be the most primitive beast.

A bouquet of flowers for your mother, a bottle of top shelf bourbon to share with your father, and a blackberry tart for dessert (which was one of your favorites and you found yourself annoyed that he chose so well).

Cursing under your breath, you stand up on your tiptoes to reach the black glass bowl on the highest shelf. Your fingertips barely reach it.

Suddenly, an arm wraps around your middle. Solid, hot body presses against your back.

You're startled, but the familiar now scent of pine and moss wraps around you, caressing your animal side like the gentlest pet.

You gulp, watching muscles flex beneath the bronzed skin on Ari's forearm as he easily reaches the bowl and takes it down for you.

"You're trembling," Ari notices, keeping you caged between his massive body and the counter.

He splays his fingers over your belly, the other hand tracing along the goosebumps on your arm. You feel the coarse denim of his jeans against the back of your thighs; your sundress too thin to block the warmth of him from seeping in.

"A mountain of a man, who could easily break my neck with one hand, sneaked up on me. Of course I'm trembling."

You don't believe your own lie, either. The cool indifference you hoped to carry your voice sounded too husky.

Ari's lips graze the shell of your ear. Puff of his breath seems to disperse through your whole body, like an echo calling out to your nature.

"We both know the only parts I'm going to break are your holes, little Omega," his voice is deceptively soft; more of a promise than a threat and your body ignites at the prospect.

You hope the smell of baked potatoes and roast resting out of the oven is enough to mask the splash of your arousal, but with the Alpha's sharpened senses you're not sure it helps cover your reaction.

So you lightly jab an elbow into his stomach to push him away (before he makes a mess out of you, or before your parents find you in a compromising position).

"Don't be crude," you huff, filling your hands with chopped veggies and tossing them into the bowl.

Ari chuckles, but steps aside. Not far enough for your liking, only a few inches as he leans his hip against the counter and studies your profile.

His head slightly tilted, Ari licks his lips, dragging his teeth over the bottom lip as he watches you dip a finger into the jar with dressing and bring it up to your lips to taste the seasoning.

"I'm not made to be waxing poetics," he admits with a shrug. "But I also don't think they'd work on you."

"You don't know that. You don't know anything about me." You tilt your chin up, pouring the dressing over the salad.

"I know you're determined. Smart. And strong willed." Ari sounds as impressed and fascinated as he did that first night you met him. "I also know you're closer to the wild, animal side than you let on."

He traces a finger along your shoulder, flicking the strap of your dress aside.

"I know you've got as much of thrill from the chase as I did," Ari's finger draws lower, across the swell of your breast.

"I know your wolf accepts me. And that you're primed to take me even now..."

His finger presses against your stiffened nipple and your knees threaten to give out.

It's the truth that scares you the most. You're a shifter - part human and part wolf. And that night when Ari hunted you down, your wolf submitted.

The bitch fucking yielded in delight for the big bad Alpha.

"Stop it!" You slap Ari's hand away and adjust the strap back into place.

"Take this out to the backyard," you place the bowl in his hands. "You were supposed to be there, anyway. You're a guest, act like one."

Ari's fingertips brush yours as he takes the bowl from you, the contact, though minimal, makes your heart jump.

"Only three weeks, little Omega," he says, holding your gaze. "Three weeks until the ceremony. Then I'll have all of you."

You can't be thinking about that; about the details of the ceremony and the bond that will tie you to Ari forever. Every time your thoughts briefly turn in that direction, your wolf perks up in some wild need and you end up drenched and restless.

"Well," you lick your lips, yanking your hands away from Ari's touch, "maybe I'll run away."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Ari grins, so fucking cocky.

He winks at you, then leaves the kitchen. For a short moment you consider if you'd menage to run away this very moment.

#navybrat817 #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #alpha!ari levinson #alpha!ari levinson x omega reader #ari levinson x female reader #alpha ari levinson x omega female reader #ari levinson imagine #bad moon rising

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scribble-dribble-writes · 11 months

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Ponderings

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Pairing: Miguel o'hara x female reader

Word count: 1000

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Content: emotional vulnerability, He confesses his love for you hehe

For the vibes:

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“Tell me.”, he coaxed you as he rubbed your back.

Your mind had been miles away, lost in thought about what the future could hold for you. But his soft voice brought you back to relish the warmth of his arms and breathe in the same rhythm as him.

“Nothing.”, you said as you turned to him, resting your chin on his collarbone as he looked at you. You were comfortable where you laid, over his body and he didn’t seem to mind either. This was how he preferred it, to always be near you or hold you because with every breath you took, it reassured him of the present, that he was in the only universe that mattered.

“Don’t lie to me, mi corazon.”, he grinned as though he knew every thought in your mind or that he could boast that he knew you extremely well. You scrunched your nose at his accuracy because it was true, he knew you best.

“I was thinking about what lies ahead.”, you confessed to which he hummed, his hand never leaving the extent of your body, but now he leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“My area of expertise.”, he spoke and you could feel his smile against your skin before he pulled away.

“el futuro del mundo?”, he proded as though your answer hadn’t quite satiated his curious mind.

“O la nuestra?”, as much as he was relaxed, you could see the tension behind his eyes.

“Ours.”, you responded, not wanting to keep him waiting or scare him off. This topic was a hard conversation to have, especially when this was your first time being in a relationship. But the moment he sensed change, or over thought about the worst outcome, he would push you away and that made it all the more difficult to convey your wants and desires.

You could see his throat bob as he gulped and it often made you wonder how someone as fierce as him could be scared of anything, let alone to have a conversation about feelings.

“Why worry about it, mi vida?”, he shrugged.

“Why question it when it’s still good?”, he glanced away and you could sense his unease. The panic had begun to rise.

“Miguel.”, you cooed his name as you sat up, your legs straddling his abdomen as you slipped your hands into his.

“It is good.”, you tell him, letting him calm down as he intertwined his fingers around yours.

“I’m… I’m new to all this.”, he said quietly, not meeting your gaze.

You smiled, this was a break through, he wasn’t running away.

“I am too.”, you reassured him, holding onto his hands because you needed some courage as well. Confessing what you felt, it felt scary all of a sudden.

“Then what is it?”, he pleaded, his brows knitting together in worry.

“Do you want to – he paused as he began to muster strength to finish the sentence.

“break up?”, he asked, his chest deflating and almost instantly everything made sense. His evading responses, his starving touches and longing glances, he feared you wanted to leave.

“No.”, you exclaimed as though he had said something blasphemous.

“Never.”, you settled back into the quite rhythm.

“Ok.”, he replied, easing into the cushions, his thumbs drawing absent minded circles over your knuckles.

“Ok.”, he repeated but more quietly. As though that was for himself.

Your fear gripped you, about what you were going to say. But it also let lose the butterflies and the magic, your heart beating faster than it should. You couldn’t keep still under his gaze anymore, so you rested your head under his neck as he adjusted himself to wrapped his arms around you.

“I was pondering about our future because,”, you paused as you felt his hand rise up to cup your cheek, to pull you away and make you meet his sugar brown eyes.

“because?”, he asked, his eyes now dipping low to see your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“because I want us to be more than what we are now.”, you took the jump.

You closed your eyes because you caught the volatile change in the colour of his eyes. It did that when he was excited or over joyed and you knew you would forget the words if you continued to look at him.

“because I’ve fallen in love with you “, you said it quickly and rested in his hold, waiting in the silence for his response.

He was well known for being a recluse, for never indulging in long relationships. So you stood at the edge of getting rejected, a common fear you both shared and yet you were sure of one thing, that being with him was more important than succumbing to your anxiety.

He laughed and you pop open your eyes. Miguel o’hara, was laughing and you weren’t sure if you had to be hurt by it. But the rich sound of his joy filled the room and you didn’t want him to stop.

“I'm being serious.”, you laugh along, feeling surprised and confused.

But when his eyes found yours again, you gasped. They weren’t red, they were hazel and his pupils were heart shaped, his cheeks flush with colour as he paused to look at you as though you were the only one to exist, the only one he had chosen.

He pulled you closer, your lips an inch away from his as he whispered, “Dilo otra vez, cariño.”

You smiled as you repeated what you said.

“I love you, Miguel o’hara.”, you nuzzled his nose with yours.

“The new question is, do you feel the same?”, you asked. He was loved by many, revered by all.

But would he ever love someone like you?

Your heart beat in your throat as you waited.

But your very question had set loose something within him as he kissed you blind and anywhere he wished.

Your cheeks, the tip of your nose, under your jaw, the length of your neck as he proclaimed, “te amo”

“te amo, te amo, te amo …”, he chanted as if that was the only incessant thought that ran through his mind, that he had mulled it over and kept it a secret which now was finally free to see the light of day.

His lips found yours and you held the sides of his face, your fingers getting lost in his hair as he deepened the kiss, that there should be no doubt in your system of what he felt for you.

“sólo te quiero a ti”, he spoke against your lips.

“I only want you.”, he repeated it as though it was the only truth that remained the same in all languages.

You smiled, your eyes fluttering to a close because there was nothing else to ponder or worry and think about. There was only him, his beating heart beneath your palm and the sound of his voice telling you he loved you.

“Good to know.”, you whispered as you pulled the ends of his collar to kiss him again.

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His eyes turn heart shaped for a second when he's watching the old videos of his past life, so I chose to use it here because it made me feral when I saw it the first time.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #into the spider verse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #Spotify

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Valorant Agents Being Your Lover

Pairing: Yoru, Phoenix, Sova, Viper, Reyna, Fade, Chamber, Skye, Jett x Fem!Reader

Tags: suggestive content, aftercare, cuddles, talking, gentle kisses, biting, scratching

A/N: I got a Sova fic in the works but in the meantime have this!

Yoru would act really cocky in the beginning but that would crumble really quickly the moment you touch him. He wants to impress you really badly, and he does know what he's doing, he's just a little nervous about it. He knew you were as well so he tried his best to be the confidant one.

Phoenix has a lot of game. He's a smooth talker but everything he says to you it really sincere. Always makes sure you're as comfortable as possible before heating things up, literally and figuratively. Loves to kiss you all over and make you giggle as his lips press against the slightly more sensitive parts of your body.

Sova would the kindest and gentlest lover you'd ever have. He is very aware of his strength so he always tries to be careful with you when you're being intimate, sometimes to a frustrating degree where you have to flip him onto his back and take charge, showing him that you aren't made of glass. You always end up with a few handprints from nights like those.

Viper is a little possessive. She loves seeing the evidence of your night spent together in forms of bites and scratches on your neck, back and thighs. She will kiss all of them of course. And if you decide to wear something a little more revealing for the day that just so happens to show off these marks, well she certainly won't complain. She knows very well that what's under the clothing is for her eyes only.

Reyna likes being the dominant one most of the time. She likes being in charge, to have you shudder and break under her lips and fingers, hearing you whimper and moan how good she makes you feel and how you'd give your whole self to her. In the same vein she also likes being loved and worshiped all night by you, letting out low sighs of ecstasy as you touch her, her voice shaking a little as she confesses her love in the afterglow of her pleasure.

Fade was a little hesitant to get intimate with you at first. She didn't like getting vulnerable in front of many people and to let you see her in thorns of pleasure, to sleep next to you, to have you wrap your arms around her and kiss her neck, it was scary. She was no stranger to fear of course, but this was a little different. When she got comfortable however she became a lot more open with her desires. A lot, a lot. She'd whisper things to you in passing, shooting you lustful glances only to pin you against the door the moment you're alone.

Chamber does not do feelings or cuddles. For him it's all about release and feeling good. You're not even friends with benefits, more like co-workers/acquaintances with benefits. The benefits thought are damn good, you can't complain. Most of the time it's because he leaves you to breathless and exhausted to do so and you also don't want to scare him off, so why ruin a good thing.

Skye loves cuddles more than the act of lovemaking itself. Sure it feels good, sure she likes to see you flustered and your face contorted in pleasure and feel your nails scratch her back, leaving long marks. It's great. But for her it's really about the aftercare and the communication. Cuddling up with you in bed, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your writs, your nose, getting you a snack and eating and laughing together, that's what she loves the most.

Jett always tries to find new ways to make you happy. And also ways to make you praise her, she really loves hearing, and knowing she's doing a good job. She will never laugh or dismiss any concerns you have, if you're unsure of anything she wants you to talk to her about it. That goes for both in and out of the bedroom. A little loud in bed. Ok, very loud in bed, but that is only because she's letting you know how well you're doing. And she's not the least bit embarrassed about it.

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant smut #yoru x reader #sova x reader #phoenix x reader #viper x reader #reyna x reader #fade x reader #chamber x reader #skye x reader #jett x reader

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multifanhoe99 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 11- Knife Kink

This was requested by @jihoonswifey I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Assassin!Jihoon x Assassin!Reader

Warning: Enemies to lovers if you squint, mentions of killing, a little bit of blood, mentions of masturbation.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

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You had a tough job and when you were finished for the day you wanted nothing more than to come home and try and relax. You thought it would be something that was harder to do considering you were one of the top assassins in the world, but it was honestly quite easy to keep your work and personal life separate. You had just come back from a particularly stressful job. Everything almost went to shit but you were able to pull it off. Now you were heading back home well your home for now that is. The nature of your job had you moving around a lot but you always were able to make a home out of wherever you end up.

You make your way back to your house but pause when you walk in. Certain things are out of place you can sense that someone has been here maybe that someone is still here. You're trained eyes tell you that there is someone here that isn't supposed to be. Before stepping any further into the house you take out the knife that's hidden in your boot. You're in a fighter stance As you move through your house not taking any chances you move slowly from room to room. You're hyperaware and on edge it could be some random burglar or it could be any one of the many enemies that you've made, you weren't sure.

The last place you checked was your bedroom. Surely no one would think to come in here but it would also be where you'd be most vulnerable. Before stepping in you scoped out the room mentally noting everything that you could see, hear, and smell. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Thinking it was safe you stepped into the room not putting down your knife just yet to be sure. You moved around the room checking every area and found nothing. Just as you thought the coast was clear you felt the cold press of someone else's knife against your throat. You recognize the build and the very subtle cologne he wore most importantly you recognize the knife that was being held to your throat.

"Park Jihoon," you sneered, "What an unpleasant surprise. Finally, come to try and finish me off?"

He snickered pressing the knife slightly further into your neck, "I am shocked it took me this long. It was so easy to get in here and take you by surprise." Park Jihoon was your worst enemy well, he was more like a rival. You both were the top two assassins in the world and depending on who was being asked you each claimed to be the best. The worst part is that he is unbelievably attractive. You would never mention it to him, but he knew. Part of the reason he was so good at what he did was because he could earn his targets trust with his good looks. Your little banter distracted him enough for you to counter his movements and break free of his hold.

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There was a brief pause before you started fighting. Knives flew through the air and fists striking any parts they could reach. It lasted for a good while. When you broke away each of you thought that you had come away from the altercation without a scratch. That is until Jihoon felt his nose you had caught him with your knife and he was bleeding. He had sliced a little piece of your clavicle and you were bleeding as well.

You couldn't tell if it was the adrenaline talking or something else but the feeling of Jihoon's blade running along your skin made you shiver. You always appreciated knives, they were simple, beautiful, and versatile. There were so many different kinds that did different things. For example the karambit you were currently holding was really only useful for slashing rather than stabbing. It was also a great tool to fidget with if you ever got bored.

"What's the matter," Jihoon's voice sounded breaking your train off thought, "scared already?"

"In your dreams. I was just thinking," your voice trailed off. You ran closer to him. You were able to catch him by surprise and pun him against the wall your blade now at his throat. You finished the sentence, "Doesn't the feeling of a blade running along your skin make you feel like electricity is running through you?" You run the very tip of your curved knife gently asking his skin. "Doesn't this feel good?"

Jihoon moanwd at the action, he didn't mean to let it slip but you were right it did feel good. Too cover up his slip this time he countered you but instead of pushing you away he traded places with you. He started running his own blade along any surface of your skin he could reach. Then he asked, "I don't know you tell me." It was your turn to moan. You couldn't help it, it truly felt so good. The shallow teasing of the knifes edge as well as when he'd press a little harder not enough to draw blood yet but hard enough to cause red lines to appear.

The moment was so heated that what happened next shocked you both. You leaned into each other locking lips in a passionate kiss. Shirts were thrown every which way and you each took pleasure in running your blades across the others skin. It was dangerous and so very hot. You free hand not holding a knife was in his hair pulling at the strands. His free hand was on your hip. You both had moved from standing to now sitting. Him sitting on your bed and you straddling his lap as the lustful moment continued.

You had begun rutting your hips against his. He helped guide you with the hand still on your hip. You could feel him getting harder beneath you. The tension in the air was so thick. Before it could continue any more you heard his beeper going off. It was the signal that he had a job.

"Fuck they really have terrible timing don't they," you said disappointed and more than horny but getting off his lap anyway. You looked for his shirt and threw it to him.

"Tell me about it," he said, "I am going to have to go take care of this before the job or else I won't be able to get it done." Be was referring to the large tent now very obvious in his pants. The sight only making you wetter.

"Don't worry I'll be back eventually to finish what we started," he said with a wink before taking off. You were not sure if he meant that he'd be back to fuck you or to kill you but either way you don't think you'd mind if this became a regular thing. All that was left to do now was to take care of yourself so you could actually rest.

A/N: I know this isn't the smuttiest smut but sometimes I like to leave it open to continue it! I hope you all enjoyed thank you again to @jihoonswifey for requesting this and now is the perfect time to remind you all once again that my asks are open!

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snowb3rryy · 6 months

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MC tries to persuade Lucifer to use a sex toy in public.

{MC is female and uses she/her pronouns. Written in 1st person. English isn't my first language so I may have made some mistakes.}

I've been trying to persuade him for about 10 minutes, all failed attempts.

- Lucifer, please, it will be fun I promise.

I plead once more. He sits on the edge of his bed and I'm knelt down next to him, my hands on his knees, my head tilted, resting on him.

Lucifer: I already said no, MC. I will not make a fool of yourself, let alone i public

He chuckles and rolls his eyes playfully.

- How many times have I asked you for a favor?

Lucifer: Too many to count. *he smiles and looks at me arrogantly*

- Yeah, maybe *i laugh and sit next to him*, but how many times have you done my favours?

Lucifer: I believe all of them, well except that one time you asked me to take it easy on Mammon after he used *your* credit for his stupid schemes. You shouldn't be so eaay on him, especially when you're the one he uses.

- Well, he couldn't help himself! Blame him for his sin? Violence is never the answer and I've told you that a billion times!

Lucifer: I thought you loved me being violent from time to time

He whispers in my ear and caresses my side

- That's different, it doesn't count when I'm the one asking for your whip

*I smile and look at his eyes, but I break the tension and stand up*

- You punished Mammon for his sin, rightfully so but with wrong means, so should I punish you for not wanting to do me this small, tiny favor?

Lucifer: What does this have to do with anything?

*Lucifer seems confused, he crosses his arms and waits to listen my way of thinking*

- Well, all I did was to ask you a simple, innocent favour, to use a remote vibrator on me and you declined. That would be okay if it was anyone else but I'm more than 100% sure that you declined because of your pride, because you're scared people will see me, your weakness, being vulnerable publicly.

Lucifer: Is that what you think? Very well. Order that thing and inform me when it arrives.

*He stands up and walks towards the door, he opens it for me to pass by*

Lucifer: I'll make sure you'll think twice before mentioning my pride as a mean to get what you want

*he lifts my chin and smiles wickedly at me. He leans in and kisses me, softly and just for a second before he breaks the kiss*

Lucifer: Off to your duties now, my love. My thoughts are always with you.

*He smiles and I close the door as I walk away*

*This has been our relationship, heated, passionate, loving. We knew our limits and wants, none of us would ever push the other to do something unwilling. But that's the catch. I know Lucifer, and I knew even before asking that I'd first he'd decline before finally agreeing to it. And he knows I knew. He knows everything.*

*A week passes by and the vibrator arrived. I run the stairs of the House of Lamentation faster than ever to receive the package from the Akuzon delivery.*

*I hold the small package in my arms and run back up fast, wanting to avoid any interaction with the brothers. A split second before I enter my room, I hear a voice behind me*

??: Is it here already?

*That voice, that damned arrogant, sadiatic voice behind me. I knew he'd have fun with it. Maybe more than me.*

- Yes Lucifer, it's here.

Lucifer: Good. Clean it up and get dressed. I'll be expecting you in 10 minutes right on the front door. Don't be late.

*Like the wind I run. Both because I don't want to be late and because I can't wait to finally use it. I've seen porn using this device and it looks amazing, I wonder if it's worth it.*

*I go to the bathroom and clean it up thoroughly. I let it dry on a towel as I get dressed with clothes that I find comfortable and also easily accessible. I run out of the room, in my rush I completely forget the toy. I run back inside and take it with me. I hold it in my hand, is that sanitary? I don't have the mind to think because time is running out and I'm sure Lucifer has a punishment ready even for that.*

*Now that I think about it, it's been a while since he punished me, did I lose my brat side? That's a conversation for myself for another day*

*I arrive on time downstairs. Lucifer wears his eerie smile and we walk out of the house.*

*Lucifer guides us to the center of the city.*

Lucifer: My dear, dearest MC, how about we have some black coffee for starters?

*We sit at a café of his choice. We both order. Lucifer asks for me to hand him the toy. I carefully slip it into his hand and he takes out his D.D.D. and he connects it with the toy.*

Lucifer: Go to the bathroom and put it in.

*I nod and walk to the restroom. Both anxious and excited for it.*

*I put it in and take a deep breath. I look at myself in the mirror, I take another deep breath before deciding to head out. I manage to take one step and I feel vibrations hitting my insides. That damned demon knows I put it already?*

*I walk back to the table and I try to keep a poker face. Lucifer put it in the medium speed but for starters it's a bit much. As I sit down I try to get used to the vibrations. I feel my body releasing liquds and lubricate around the toy.*

*Lucifer looks at me smirking as he sees a few drops of sweat run down my forehead as I hold my thighs close to each other. The vibrations feel good, even though the toy is small, the power it has is great.*

*I see Lucifer fidgeting with his D.D.D. and I feel the vibrations stop for a second. I'm about to complain but I feel them coming but, slower and not as powerful as before. I question Lucifer and instead of replying he take a sip of his drink.*

*Since the speed is lower I decide to take a sip from my own drink. As I swallow I feel the vibrations change speed, one vibrations, then pause, the 2 more and then pause again and then back to the beginning. The thing is the power is much higher than before. Did he put it at max? No he wouldn't, it's early. Then if that's not the top speed, I'm fucked. As I come to this realisation, I also notice that I spilled my drink on the table as My body reacted to the change of speed ad power.*

Lucifer: Ts ts ts, my love is everything alright? You dropped your beverage. *he smirks and cleans the table*

Lucifer: Hmm, maybe you didn't like it. Let's pay and go somewhere else.

*He lets a few Grimm on the table and he helps me up*

Lucifer: Everything alright? You don't speak my MC.

- Everything's alright, Lucifer.

*I try to speak clearly but it's hard since all i can focus on is my orgasm that's coming close*

*Lucifer smiles and I feel the vibrations stop*

- Why?

Lucifer: You don't get to cum yet, we've just started.

*We walk for few meters, Lucifer tries to shut don my complains and we find ourselves sitting on a small restaurant at the end of an alleyway. The waiter comes to take our order and every time I try to speak, Lucifer turns the toy on and I lose my mind. The waiter looks at me funny but he doesn't mention it.*

*The food arrives, eveytime I try to take a bite, Lucifer turns it on, when I stop he turns it off. I barely manage to eat peacefully 3 bites in one hour.*

Lucifer: My love, you haven't eaten. Maybe I'll cook you a soup when we return back home.

*Lucifer pays once more and we walk back home while he putted the speed mode to change every few seconds as well as the power of the vibrations*

- Lucifer, please, I can't hold it more, it feels so good.

*I stop walking and grab Lucifer's arms tightly*

Lucifer: Hm? Is that right?

*Lucifer stops as well and looks around. We're about 10 minutes from the house of Lamentation. He could keep teasing me or make me ruin my orgasm but he is trying to handle his own arousal for hours.*

*He notices an abandoned building, used to be a shop and no one bought it yet*

Lucifer: If you want to release, go to that wall.

*Is he really going to? No way?! That's a chance I don't have every day. I lean my front on the empty building and Lucifer caresses my hair softly*

Lucifer: Do you think you can take it? After all this build up, I mean.

- Yes, please, I need this so bad.

Lucifer: Hm, there she is, someone found her strength.

*He chuckles and he open his pants. He lowers my bottoms an caresses my butt. He slowly puts it in, he penetrates my ass while the putted the toy in the max speed and power, melting my pussy. His voice low, his moans are silent growls. I try hard to keep my mind and thoughts in place but it's no use. All I can think of is how both my front and back are hot. I try to keep my voice down whole forcing my palm on my hand. I feel Lucifer's cock twitching inside me, he's close. I feel his fingers go on top of my clit, moving them in the way that drives me crazy. He wants me to cum.*

*It's not like I could do anything else. My attempt to be silent is lost as I orgasm at the tripple pleasure Lucifer gives me. I scream out his name, upon hearing it Lucifer thrusts in and out hard as he orgasms. "MC~" is the only thing he manages to say in a silent voice in my ear as he's cumming.*

*After a few seconds of both of us panting he slowly pulls out and closes the toy. I feel my legs giving out. As he buttons his pants and pulls my bottoms up, he holds me im his arms and supports me up. It's unusual for him to use magic for something so little but considering my state he teleports us in his bedroom. I taje my clothes and toy off and leave it on his bedside table. He calls for me to join him in the bath tub. We get in and we massage each other taking turns. Soon we both feel sleepy and decide to end the bath quickly and get up and walk to his bed. He quicky puts on his pajamas and I do too. I lay in his arms and he drifts off to sleep first, letting out a silent "I love you" before soft snores appear. Given my tiredness, I sleep immediately too, holding him tightly next to me.*

*What a day that was*

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anarcoqueer1994 · 1 year

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He felt bad for lying to Wayne; he technically had no plans with Robin, but he could no longer sit there and face Eddie. Robin was closing at Family Video that night so they hadn't planned to hang out, but Steve found himself instinctively driving to the store, needing to see his best friend.

He was conflicted, confused. On one hand, he was angry and hurt, and wanted to just forget he ever loved Eddie. Eddie hadn't trusted him enough not to hurt him, not to break his heart. Everything they had was just a waste of time. But on the other hand, he knew Eddie wasn't a bad guy. He was sweet, and funny, and brave, risking his life for all of them. And Steve had been so scared when he thought Eddie was going to die.

Eddie was also the first person to care about him just as he was, not because of what he could do for him. That day in the woods, when Eddie asked if Steve was okay, when he took the time to talk to him: it was the first time Steve felt truly seen. And Eddie showed him who he was, too. He let Steve see his passion, his eccentricities, and his vulnerabilities. He felt like they truly connected. Eddie was his first love, and regardless of what his brain wants, he is still in love with him.

That's why everything hurts so much. Eddie told him he still loved him moments before confessing that he thought Steve would break his heart. It's not fair. Why did Eddie need to give him the hope... the knowledge that there can still be something there, just before revealing his devastating secret?

What's worse is that Steve is angry at himself. For a couple years after they broke up, he was that asshole. He leaned into it. He became what everyone thought he would be. So in a fucked up way, he proved Eddie right. But to be honest, he was always trying to recapture that love he felt with Eddie. Nancy was close but by the time he was with her, he really was that asshole and she called their love bullshit too.

And he worked hard since, to grow, to let himself go back to being the good guy he knew he could be, the good guy he thought Eddie had seen. But now he isn't sure. Did Eddie ever see the real him, or just what everyone else saw?

Was he just being a hypocrite? Eddie was apologizing for a dumb mistake he made when they were younger. Steve has made plenty of mistakes that he has been able to apologize for, so why is he mad at Eddie? Maybe it was because he just found out? It's just new info, he tries to rationalize his feelings.

But in reality, he is just heartbroken. Nothing is rational in this. "Fuck..." He says to himself as he pulls into the parking lot, wiping away the silent tears that had been falling since he left the trailer. He looks in the mirror, fixing his face, trying not to look like some pathetic heartbreak when he walks in.

But it does not matter, because the moment Robin sees him, she knows. She can tell Steve was hurt; knows what his face looks like when he is trying to hide the pain.

Unfortunately for him, though, she is not alone. Dustin happened to be in the store, looking through the movies. And Dustin could be just as perceptive(and protective) as Robin.

So it isn't long before both of them had ushered Steve back behind the counter, trying to find out if he was alright, what happened.

"Did something happen at Eddie’s?" Dustin asks, everyone aware Steve spends his time over there helping out. "Is Eddie alright? Are you alright?"

Steve tries to keep his voice even. "Yea, man. Eddie is fine, I'm fine. We are both fine. It's no big deal. Just in a weird mood." He lies. He isn't even sure why he came here. Yea, they both know he's bi, but Eddie hasn't come out to them. He can't tell them what happened. But honestly, he just doesn't want to be alone e right now.

Robin skeptically puts her hand on her hip. "So nothing happened.. at all?"

"Yeah, Robs. Nothing happened. Just wanted to hang out with my favorite person. And this butthead, apparently." He jokes trying to lighten the mood.

Robin and Dustin silently look at each other, agreeing that Steve is lying. But neither of them push. They just hang out at the store together, until Robin closes. But both can tell Steve is off the rest of the night, no matter how happy he was trying to be. They could see that he looked like a sheet of glass that was ready to crack at any moment. He was holding something back, trying not to shatter in front of them. It was unnerving almost.

And that night, no sooner had Steve dropped them both off, Dustin is calling Robin, both of them formulating a plan. As for Steve, he finds himself silently crying into his dark, empty house until he falls asleep alone on his couch.

"What are you guys doing here? It's like 9am." Eddie says sleepily, trying to sound like they woke him up, even if that wasn't true. He had been up all night thinking about what happened yesterday, Steve's face when he left replaying in his head.

"What the hell did you do to Steve?" Dustin says in reply, pushing himself in with Robin following, shooting daggers Eddie’s way as they pass.

"Come on in, I guess..." Eddie mumbles as he shuts the door and turns his attention to the two people sitting on the couch. He makes his way to Wayne's chair.

"Now, what are you talking about, Henderson?" Eddie plays dumb, not sure what he should say.

"Eddie," Robin starts, slightly less aggressive, but her anger is there, nonetheless. "We know something happened between you and Steve yesterday. What did you do?"

"How do you know I did anything?" Eddie tries to deflect.

Unfortunately for him, Robin and Dustin had formed their own theories. Namely, they assumed Steve had a crush on Eddie. Both of them had seen the way Steve would look at Eddie over the past few months, and since Steve never mentioned his past with Eddie, that's what they were left to assume. So they thought maybe Eddie was less then kind in his rejection of Steve. "Come on, something had to have happened," Dustin pushes.

"He looked like a mess yesterday. What did you say to him?" Robin continues, her need to protect Steve showing.

Eddie assumes by the way they are talking that Steve must have told them about he and Steve's past, even is he didn’t tell them the specifics of yesterday. He lets out a sigh, relenting.

"He wanted to talk about why I broke up with him out of nowhere, and I told him. And I know it hurt him, and I felt horrible because, like, I still love him, you know?" He starts to ramble before noticing both Robin and Dustin staring with wide eyes. In that moment, he knows he said too much.

"Wait, wait wait. When did you and Steve date?" Robin asked incredulously.

"Why hasn't Steve said anything?!" Dustin adds.

"Oh shit, you two didn't know?" Eddie asks, as the realization that he misunderstood what they were getting at. It hits him that years ago, when he told Steve not to tell anyone, that it wouldn't be good, Steve took that to heart. He kept his promise even after they broke up, even all these years later.

It's another reminder of how good Steve is to him and how much he loves him. And it hurts because he wants him back so much. Steve was... is his soulmate. He has been living with this silent regret for years. But with Steve thrust back into his life, he can not ignore his feelings. Steve had been the one to tell him he wasn’t a freak, that he liked that Eddie was passionate and different, that he liked when he stood up for himself, and would welcome other kids that others might not. Steve had been proving to him every single day that he would never hurt Eddie, that his love was real. And Eddie let his own ego ruin everything.

With confirmation that Robin and Dustin did not, in fact, know about them, Eddie was forced to tell them everything. He already opened that can of worms, and there was no use trying to back petal. When he finishes filling them in on everything, Dustin is the first to speak. "Oh, so you're an idiot?"

Eddie covers his face, pushing his palms into his eyes until he sees spots, sighing. "Yes, Henderson. I think we have established that."

Robin looks more sympathetic. "Ed, does Steve know you want hum back?"

"Yea, I think. I told him I still loved him yesterday, but you see how he was. I really hurt him, Robs." Eddie says sadly.

"I mean, you definitely did." Dustin points out. "But, would he be this hurt if he still didn't, I don't know, have feelings for you?"

The thought hadn’t crossed Eddie’s mind. Obviously, Steve must have felt something to still care, right? "I don’t know. Even if he still wants me, I don't know how I am supposed to prove I won't hurt him like I did before."

"Okay, answer me one question." Robin chimes in. "Do you swear to never hurt Steve again?" She sounds dead serious.

"Yes, of course. I love him. I promise." Eddie sounds so sincere, so desperate.

"Okay. You better keep that promise." Robin leans in seriously. "Because if you don't," her voice gets lower, " I know where Nancy keeps the guns. " Dustin nods his head in agreement.

A shiver goes down Eddie's spine. Despite now being terrified of Robin, it kind of makes him love them both more. These two would do anything to protect Steve, even from him. "Absolutely." He stutters out.

"Okay. " She agrees. "So Steve, for as cool as that dingus thinks he is, he is also a giant romantic. It's actually pretty lame." She teases. Dustin snickers at the expense of the boy that is like his big brother.

"So like what, a fancy dinner or something?" Eddie asks, completely out of his depths when it comes to romance. When they were younger, his love language was bringing Steve cool rocks and items he found. He wonders if Steve still has them. (He does in a box under his bed)

"No, that's too basic. Like do some grand romantic gesture like in the movies." Robin suggests.

"Like what?" Eddie still feels clueless.

Dustin even sighs at the hopelessness of Eddie. "Come on, man. Don't you have something that's special to just you two? It can even be embarrassing." Dustin knows the experience because of his and Susie's own little embarrassing obsession with the NeverEnding Story.

"I mean... there is something..." Eddie thinks back to their first date after they first hung out in the woods. They watched Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory in Steve’s living room, covered in blankets, cuddling. Steve told him that night it was of his favorite, but swore him to secrecy, too embarrassed to let anyone know he still like some kid's movie. People like Tommy would never let him live it down. But he shared with Eddie that growing up, whenever he was alone, he could pretend he was in the world of the movie instead, he could pretend he had a family that loved him like Charlie. He loved the bright colors and weirdness of it all. And at the end of the night, as he held Eddie close and kissed him, he told him that now the movie is tied to a memory of his favorite person. Eddie remembers wanting to take Steve away from his shitty parents to that magical world.

That gives him an idea of how to win back Steve. It's going to be cheesy and sweet, and he hopes Steve loves it. He, with the help of Robin and Dustin, spends the rest of the day preparing and planning.

It has been two days since Steve has had to face Eddie. He wants to continue to wallow in self-pity alone in his house but knows Wayne works tonight, so he has to head to the trailer to help watch out for Eddie. Luckily for him, soon Eddie won't need his help, and he won't have to face him anymore. But today is not that day, so he reluctantly gets dressed and heads over. When he gets there, though, he finds a note taped to the front door.

Stevie- Meet me at our spot in the woods -- please? -Eddie

The handwriting looks practiced like Eddie was trying his best to write legibly, not always his strong point. Steve is once again conflicted. Part of him wants to ignore the note. If Eddie isn't here, he mine as well go home. But another part of him was curious over whatever Eddie had planned. Even if Eddie hurt him, he still doesn't want to let Eddie down by not showing up. So maybe against his better judgment, he finds himself walking out into the woods behind the trailer park.

As he gets closer to the spot they both talked... and kissed for the first time all those years ago, he hears music coming from the clearing. It's an acoustic guitar strumming a song he knows he has heard before. It takes him a second to realize, the tune being strummed was Pure Imagination, and as he stepped closer, he could see it was Eddie who was playing.

But there was more. Taped to the trees were giant paper lollipops, hanging from the branches were cut outs of candy, there were giant chocolate bars, and bunblegum and honestly it looked like the work of a small child trying to recreate Candyland. But it was adorable, and despite himself, Steve finds himself smiling, as Eddie walks towards him, serenading him with Pure Imagination. Steve still has his guard up though.

When Eddie stops playing, he is right in front of Steve. He gives him a nervous smile. "What do you think, Stevie?"

"I, um, am confused. What is all this?" Steve asks.

"It's a grand romantic gesture or something." Eddie says, suddenly getting feeling self-conscious that this was dumb. He pulls his hair in front of his mouth, a nervous habit to try and hide his anxiety.

Steve lets out a little laugh at the absurdness of this all and Eddie crumbles thinking the worse. "Oh my God, this was dumb. I shouldn't have listened to Robin and Dustin."

Eddie walks backward, taking the guitar off but is suddenly stopped by a soft grasp around his wrist. "Eds, it wasn’t dumb. I love it. I just don't understand why."

"Because Steve, I wanted to get you back, and Robin and Dustin came by and I accidentally told them." He rambles. "And they said to do some romantic gesture. So I thought about our first real date and how you told me you loved this movie. And I just..." He tilts his head away, scared to meet Steve's eyes, "just want to show you that I will never hurt you again. I just miss us...I miss you, sweetheart."

There is a lot for Steve to unpack there, the least of which is that he, Robin, and Dustin are going to need to talk. But right now all he can focus on is the way he wants to melt into Eddie’s touch. This is all so sweet. "Look at me, Eddie." And deven though he was unsure, Edsie met Steve's eyes. "You did all of this, just to say sorry and get me back?" Steve feels tears forming in eyes. This is probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for him.

"I would crawl back into the Upside-Down and face every weird bat if it would prove to you that I love you, princess. Breaking up with you was the worst thing I ever did. I am so so sorry. And if you let me, I will work on proving every single day that you are it for me. Because I never stopped loving you." Eddie says gently. It sounds sappy and he knows it, but something about Steve Harrington had him wanting to be disgustingly sweet. Always has.

Steve steps closer, taking Eddie’s other hand in his. "I never stopped loving you either, Eds. You really broke my heart that day, you know? And I spent all this time trying to hate you because it hurt too much to admit that I was still in love with you. But I could never hate you. And then you almost died, and it felt like a piece of me was going to die too. I don't know what it is. You are under my skin, I guess. And fuck, if you are willing to try, so am I. I love you, so so much. Just promise me you won't hurt me, I can't handle that again." Steve says softly, like they are in their own special world and if he spoke any louder, everything would crash around them.

Even without the threat of violence on Robin’s part, Eddie knew it would be his life's mission to never hurt Steve again, to never give Steve a reason to shed another sad tear over him. Without hesitatation, he whispers "I promise."

And just like that, Steve is leaning in smiling as he kisses Eddie’s lips. It feels like years of mutual pining and happiness over what is finally in front of them all wrapped up in one kiss. They fall to the forest floor, wrapped up in each other’s arms. They stay in the clearing the rest of the day. Eddie(with the suggestion of Robin) packed a picnic, and they stayed out until nightfall. As they head back to Eddie’s trailer for the night, Eddie pulls out a pretty little rock he found earlier that reminded him of Steve.

Steve takes it as Eddie smiles, and slips it into his own pocket. "I love it, Eddie. I'll put it with the rest.

Thanks everyone for reading! Sorry for all the angst! I hope the ending is alright :) I appreciate everyone for reading

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#stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst #fluff

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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Falling

Falling depicts depression so well. I love it so much, this performance, the music video, his voice, everything. It breaks my Haylor heart but I love it.

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While Fine Line is the decision point to step over the line of friendship, Falling is the aftermath of doing so. It is 'chase 2 girls loose the 1'. Cruel Summer was written in the same period with a similar meaning.

To me, the narrative order would be: Sunflower Vol 6 / DBTC/ Golden > Fine Line > Cherry > Falling (& Cruel Summer) > To be so Lonely (& Afterglow). The Fine Line album order is more hopeful though.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm in my bed And you're not here And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands Forget what I said It's not what I meant And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left

I love the imagery in the opening verse, it's a clear reference to a similar time in From the Dining Table, but more mature. Like FTDT, it’s about Harry and his own self-reflection and regret.

Taylor has also referenced baggage in Renegade for Big Red Machine "Get your shit together / So I can love you? (carry your baggage up my street / And make me your future history)"

[Chorus] What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin' What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm fallin'

To Zane Lowe Harry said he wrote it in a towel in "20" minutes. When talking about Cherry Harry said he could see him becoming someone he didn't want to be. Falling is such a vulnerable song. Harry said the highs and lows of writing Fine Line were the highest and lowest of his life. He was certainly really feeling his emotions during the Live on Tour shows that year and spoke about therapy in interviews about them.

"What if I'm someone you won't talk about" hits me, this sounds like TS, she doesn't talk about him, but they constantly sing about each other. I think there have been times this relationship has been just as muses, rather than actual partners. When I hear this line I think he is scared of losing that because they were the later.

[Verse 2] You said you cared, and you missed me too And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you And the coffee's out at the Beachwood Cafe And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say

The 'too many songs about you' line is clearly directed to TS. In Little Freak, later that year, he said "Somehow, you've become some paranoia", HS was asked about TS constantly for years, they hid any interaction then both wrote most of Lover and Fine Line about each other. I think they were struggling with more mature lives, careers and how each other fits in.

The coffee is out at the Beachwood Cafe is a way to say the happy life once shared is now depleted and gone. Taylor also likens the end of a relationship to a drought in Clean, where she "The drought was the very worst / When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst". Clean goes on to have imagery of rain pouring in which the Falling music video uses.

'And kills me because we've run out of things to say' reminds me of the theme of not communicating and line in Two Ghosts "Tongue-tied like we've never known / Telling those stories we already told/ 'Cause we don't say what we really mean"

[Bridge] And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again

The heart breaking bridge is a deep fear that his muse will never need him again because they are were in a long term relationship.

While in Cherry Harry has a begrudging, somewhat petty acceptance that CR had moved on. His relationship with TS is more complicated, even apart they sing of being fated so it's temporary, Falling is the fear of when it is not:

OOTW " We were built to fall apart/ Then fall back together (back together)

HYGTG "Broke your heart, I'll put it back together / I would wait for ever and ever (I want you for ever and ever)"

Suburban Legends " When you told me we'd get back together / And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever"

Someday (Michael Buble) "We could be in love once more / Till then I won't give my love away / Darling, I'm forever only yours"

Golden "Hold it, focus, hoping / Take me back to the light / I know you were way too bright for me/ I'm hopeless, broken / So you wait for me in the sky"

There is a list of 20 songs here.

Falling and Clean are similar in that they actually consider an end. NTWDT does too, but it's more mad than resigned as in Clean and Falling.

Which is why Cardigan and it's music video is a response to Falling.

#haylor #fine line album #falling #harry styles

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causenessus · 1 year

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Quiet Nights. | Jacob Frye

jacob frye x reader

she/her pronouns

song recc: j’s lullaby (darlin’ i’d wait for you) by elaney bailey

word count: 534 words

short and sweet and not edited ♡ ⋆ ╰(´︶`)╯ ⋆ ♡

It is quiet on this particular night on the train.

Like the aftermath of a battlefield; after constant noise, it is too quiet.

His arms are wrapped around her waist, her back against his chest.

The eyes of the face resting on her shoulder are red and puffy.

He did not face her not because he was scared to be vulnerable but because if he faced her, he would break completely.

“It’s not your fault, you know,” she whispers, relaxing farther back into his arms.

“I know,” his voice is hoarse and fragile. “I know they meant no harm. But it still hurts,” he nestles his face into her shoulder before he can break the train’s silence.

“Of course it does, Love. Because you didn’t do anything wrong,” she turns her head to kiss the side of his face, caressing it with a hand. “You’ve freed London and you’ve saved people. You’ve helped Mr. Darwin and Abberline amongst many others. They know how you work. They gave you the plan so that you could carry it out. All of our actions have effects, helpful and unhelpful. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve saved a lot of lives, Jacob. Evie thinks through her own plans because that’s how she does things. You do things differently and that’s fine. You learn in different ways because there isn’t one set way of doing something. You’ve both made mistakes but you’ve also saved people. Mistakes don’t cancel out what you’ve accomplished. You’ve done your best, something no one should ever tire of.”

Jacob removed his face from against her shoulder, returning back to resting his head on it. He interlaced his hands with hers to acknowledge her words before he spoke again, “I just don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t feel like I’m doing anything right.”

But her heart twists at his own, and for all the pain he had received in return for his help. “Don’t let it get to you, Jacob. Don’t change who you are. It’s almost over. Just the party. Then Starrick. You’ve done well,” she turns in his arms to face him, no longer being able to control herself. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she combs her fingers through his unkempt hair, feeling the way his heart beats quickly and body convulses ever so often, keeping his pain down. “Let it out, Love,” she says.

His arms wrap around her tighter, letting out only the quietest hiccups, but that was all he needed. All he needed to know was that he could take up space. That he could be himself and not be berated for it.

“But what will I do?” he asked quietly. He is a compass that has lost sight of true north. “I can’t do everything on my own. I have to work with them, but they’ll get angry at what I do. I’ll mess something up,”

“You won’t,” she reassures, running her fingers along his head. “And you’re not alone. I’ll talk to Henry about the plan. I’ll help you.”

He nods, continuing to clutch her shoulder as he cries.

She presses a final kiss to his head, “You only need to keep doing your best.”

#jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #Assassin's Creed #assassins creed syndicate

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bambirex · 1 year

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Steddie request! Steve getting a shovel talk from Wayne? 🤔

Warnings: none

Steve was fairly certain he has never been this scared in his whole life.

Meeting the Wheelers back when he was dating Nancy was nothing compared to this. Karen was nice enough, if a little uptight, and Ted only cared about watching TV anyway. He probably didn't even realize Steve was in their house.

Now, Wayne Munson was intimidating: he always had a stern look on his face, all furrowed brows and tight lips and with eyes that could stare straight into your soul. He probably could, because Steve had an uncomfortable chill running down his spine as Eddie's uncle stared him up and down.

"Do you love my nephew?"

The question caught Steve off-guard. Parents and other relatives usually started with more simple questions to get to know him, but it seemed like Wayne preferred cutting straight to the chase. Then again, Eddie was the same.

"I do, Sir," Steve replied honestly. Even when he was scared shitless, he could only smile as he thought of Eddie. Just imagining his smile had him blushing like a silly teenage girl with a crush. Of course, he loved him. There was no doubt about that.

Wayne hummed. He rapped his fingers on the edge of the table. It sounded like gunshots in the awkward silence.

"And, you're serious about this? Dating him?"

"Yes," Steve wiped his clammy palms on his jeans. "I'm not... You've probably heard things about me."

"I have. I've heard you are anything, but serious."

"I've changed," Steve promised. He gathered all his courage and looked into Wayne's eyes. "I'm not proud of who I used to be but I'm different now. Not the idiot I was, I promise."

"Eddie might look like he's all wild and careless," Wayne sighed. He pulled out a chair and sat in front of Steve. "But he's much kinder, much more emotional than he looks. I don't want you to break his heart."

Steve would rather die than to do that. The old Steve Harrington wouldn't have cared so much, but he was truly different now: he wasn't a careless coward anymore who only cared about himself. Being friends with a bunch of weird kids taught him that there was more to life than being popular. It was okay to feel things genuinely.

"I won't."

"He's quite vulnerable," Wayne continued, "you know, he's never really had a good parental figure. He only had me. And he's different than most kids. He is an outsider. And I don't want to find out you're just playing with him and making him feel even more miserable."

Steve had a very good knack for dealing with outsiders, that much was true. And yes, Eddie was something else, but he was everything that Steve ever needed. The fact he was a little weird didn't change that.

"I care about him a lot," Wayne's voice softened, and for the first time since he opened the door to a nervous Steve, he smiled. "Almost as if he's my own son. And if someone hurts him, they hurt me, too."

His eyes hardened again as he looked at Steve. Shit. Even Steve himself started smiling, believing the old Munson warmed up to him, but it seemed like he wasn't off the hook just yet. He gulped, shrinking under the searching eyes.

"I want you to treat him with the respect he deserves," Wayne grumbled, "I want you to accept all his quirks and to show him how much you care. I want you to protect him if he needs it, but I also want you to realize that my nephew is strong and brave. Don't think he couldn't shove you up against a wall if he wanted to."

"He already has," Steve chuckled. When he realized he actually said that out loud, he turned a deep shade of red, avoiding Wayne's thunderous eyes. "I mean, uh. Not like that."

(It was very much like that, but Steve decided it was better not to keep digging his own grave.)

Wayne shook his head and sighed. "Steve, I'm serious. I want you to be the kind of guy he deserves."

"I'm trying," Steve said, "I really am. Look, I don't know if I'll ever be that guy because Eddie deserves the best and... I don't know anyone could be as good as he deserves. But I'm trying, Mr. Munson, I promise. I'll never stop trying."

For a few seconds, Wayne didn't say anything, but the lines between his brows softened. Steve felt himself deflate a little, now that it seemed like Wayne wasn't about to murder him.

Steve felt extremely relieved when Eddie finally showed up. He wanted nothing more than to fly into his boyfriend's arms, but he was worried Wayne would be weirded out by such open affection.

Eddie decided for him: he quickly walked over to the couch where Steve was sitting, pulled him up quickly and into his arms, and gave him a long, deep kiss on the lips. Steve's cheeks heated, and he cast a quick glance at Wayne over Eddie's shoulder. As expected, he was staring at him sternly.

"I hope you didn't scare him too much, Wayne," Eddie chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Steve's waist. "Wouldn't appreciate if you chased away my boyfriend."

"We just talked," Wayne said easily, "right, Steve?"

"Yeah, yeah," he stammered. He thanked the Gods for Eddie's arm holding him, otherwise he would have passed out.

On their way out, Wayne whispered to him "keep your promise, or I'll find you", and Steve nearly peed himself again.

"Sorry about my old man," Eddie chuckled, once they were outside, "he can get a little intense."

"Ah, no worries, it wasn't too bad," Steve lied. Eddie sent him a glance that told Steve he saw through his bullshit, which was no surprise, considering Steve was still holding onto him like an anchor.

One thing was for sure, he needed to work very hard to gain Wayne's approval.

Until then, he was going to continue loving Eddie just like this - with all his might.

#steddie #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic #request #paladinmoony

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dark-is-d3ad · 5 months

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You know what I was looking for but couldn't find? Ghost having fibro headcanons or fics. Gotta do it myself, then.

Disclaimer: I don't know if that would work out at all, something tells me he wouldn't be able to keep up with active duty if he had it, but anyway. Let's assume Ghost is a BAMF, and he finds a way.

• Price knows. Ghost told him when he got diagnosed, because he didn't want to be a liability in the field. He was scared that he'd get discharged. Price found him a treatment that actually worked instead. "Just check in with me if you're not feeling well, alright?"

Ghost rarely does. Only if he thinks it could impact the mission or he can't function at all, which doesn't happen too often.

• He's not new to pain, and he's got a high tolerance. Most of the time he can just push it down and ignore it, no one even suspects a thing. Or rather he thinks they don't. While most of the base really doesn't, Gaz and Soap have figured it out a while ago, and if he gets an unprompted cup of tea on the bad days, a nap break, or they go on a jog instead of sparring or lifting, it's pure coincidences. They care about him in their own little ways.

• With the infusions scheduled properly he's mostly doing really good. He trains, he fights, he's sharp and focused, and there's no repercussions from it. Sometimes he even thinks he made it all up. It's on very bad days when he clearly realises he still has it. It's there, just waiting for him to let his guard slide, and then it'll fucking melt his bones from the inside for days on end.

• Pain contributes to the scary aloof vibes he got. It does get him even more shut off and grumpy that he already is, though. That's how Soap tracks it.

• If it's really bad, he hides away in his room and sits it out. Also, he is bad at accepting help, especially when he's in pain, it makes him vulnerable. He hates it.

• Infusions fuck him up a little. It's a shit ton of lidocaine and ketamine that they drip into him slowly, monitoring it so they don't give him a heart attack. But it's just half a day, every 4 months, and then he's golden for a good while. Well worth it

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Sometimes it gets unpredictable. This one starts out as mild exhaustion and achy joints, and at first he writes it off as just being tired from a mission. They wrapped everything up and are heading back to base, so he'll just catch some shuteye and be fine. But by the time they land, everything is amplified, too bright, too loud, uniform coarse and prickly against his skin. It hurts like he was run over by a truck. His head feels stuffed, thoughts thick and blurry; it's exhausting to follow them, words and images fading in that sick black and white fog, sentences falling apart. It doesn't make much sense. He doesn't remember how he gets to his room. The bad-bad days are when Ghost fucking breaks, and this is shaping up to be one of those at record speed. He whimpers in relief when boiling hot shower takes some of the pain away, but for mere seconds, the short break only making the return of it sharper. It soon blends into a neverending stretch of pain-pain-pain, consumes him whole. He slides on the floor, water still flowing, and just sits there for a long while, not really being ready to move, head empty.

"Ghost? You alright in there?"

"What, Johnny?" he rasps. Sounds send waves of pins and needles through his body. It makes it worse.

"You're late for the debrief, Price asked me to get ye."

"Fuck," Ghost groans. How did he forget? "Give me a minute."

He's slow, his brain refusing to cooperate with him, but he manages to dress up. Pain and brain fog make him unsteady on his feet, like if he had a bad flu. When he opens the door, he's met with a concerned look.

"Are ye OK? Ye look like shite."

Ghost hates that concern wuth a subtle undertone of care in Soap's voice. It makes him feel weak.

"I'm fine. Leave it, Soap," he snaps. It's very apparent that he's not, but walking takes all of his focus, and thank god Soap follows him in silence.

Price sees right through him, but says nothing, just gives him a long look before they start. Ghost is not really helpful with the debrief. It's become even harder to focus, and his vision blurs slightly now. He manages to add some details to the intel they've got, but it really takes it out of him. When it's finally over, his gaze is glassy and unfocused, and he sees black spots from pain. He realises he might actually pass out. He really needs to get back to his room.

He leaves last, and stumbles into Soap who's apparently been waiting him around the corner, and has to grab him not to fall over. Soap steadies him on his feet.

"Lt? What's up? Fucking talk to me." He looks almost angry.

"Help me get to my room. Please," Ghost concedes. He feels fucking pathetic, but he's not in shape to make it back on his own. His ears are ringing, vision getting dark, pain searing throughout his whole body.

Soap walks him back along the wall, hand on his back.

"You sure you weren't injured today?"

"Affirmative."

He sees things in flashes. He probably closed his eyes at some point. Soap lands him on the bed, and at this point Ghost's given up. A particularly bad wave of pain makes him groan.

Soap takes matters into his hands from there.

"Let me check ya real quick." His hands run quickly, feeling Ghost's body.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere," Ghost moans, almost delirious from pain at this point, it doesn't feel real anymore. Johnny's there in his fever dream, undressing him, tucking him into bed. He wants to protest, but it hurts-hurts-hurts, so he's just trying not to make sounds. And he fails even at that.

"Got any pain meds? Want me to get medical?"

Ghost just shakes his head. "It will get better," he slurrs, "in a few days."

"Are ye outta yeir heid?!" Oh, now Johnny is properly pissed off with him. "Ye stubborn bastard," he finishes before he storms out of his room.

Ghost pulls the mask off. He's falling through the bed, exhaustion pulling him under. He knows he won't fall asleep, it hurts too much for that, but this limbo of not thinking and falling-falling-falling is the closest to comfort he can get now. He hears the door open again.

"Oh," goes Soap stopping dead in his tracks.

Ghost pulls the blanket up to his eyes.

"I got ye something," Johnny says quickly. "Here. It's weed-based, got some real deal in there, but they said it doesn't make you high. So no fun for ye, but it should help with the pain."

Ghost is up for anything at this point, so he takes it. The whole dose is in a syringe without a needle, and he lets the oil sit under his tongue for a bit, hoping that it will make it work faster.

"Water, snacks," Soap continues. "I'll stay until it works, alright? They said to return to them if it doesn't."

"Thank you, Johnny," Ghost says quietly. His breaths are still laboured, exhales sounding more like little whimpers. He is too tired to care.

Soap sits on the side of the bed.

"Can I try a thing?" He asks suddenly. "Mum used to do it when I had migraines. Maybe it will work for ye, too."

Ghost wants to be left alone, but he also wants it to pass, and Johnny's staying for about an hour anyway. Because meds. And that thing might help, too. So he nods.

Soap puts his hands on his head and gently massages it, strokes messy blonde hair lightly, puts a little pressure in just the right places. Touch is usually unbearable in this state for Ghost, but this is somehow perfectly balanced. He relaxes into it, and exhales. Relief comes in little tiny waves, taking the edge off the pain.

After a bit, he shifts closer to Jonny's lap, burying his face in the side of Soap's thigh. That way Soap doesn't have to extend his arms, it's better. It weirdly comfortable, and deep inside he just wants to stay like that forever.

"Don't stop," comes out soft and a little muffled.

Soap doesn't.

"I knew ye had something up, but I didn't know it was this bad," he says in a little while.

"It's just a bad day."

"And how often that happens?"

"Sometimes. It's usually more... manageable."

Ghost slides one of his hands from under the blanket. Soap picks up on the unsaid, and starts to do the same magic on it. The pain fades, slowly but surely, exhaustion and emptiness crawling in its place. Johnny's presence grounds him. He's torn between the urge to shut off again and the desire to just keep Soap there forever, he wants more, he needs more. It's suprisingly easy to give in.

"Stay," he asks, half-asleep.

Soap crawls in the bed, scooting himself over. He shifts a little, getting comfortable. Ghosts moves his other hand towards him, and Johnny continues with the massage.

The blanket slips off Ghost's face. "Didn't lie about the opposite," Soap thinks absentmindedly. His heart skips a bit, when Ghost buries his forehead in his shoulder and snuggles up to him.

"Next time it happens, tell me, OK?"

He feels the nod.

#ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #headcanon #ghost has fibro #fibro #fibromyalgia

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crisalidaseason · 7 months

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Hey it’s me again with the platonic asks,do you happen to have any platonic headcanons for Reiner and Marco x reader?(separately)if you write for Reiner and Marco that is lolol and thank you so much for doing my previous reqs I rlly appreciate it,also I hope I’m not being a bother with all these requests.

Hello again! Don't worry, I love requests and I write pretty much everything sooo here we go! I've been really low on requests so I am very glad you're bringing such wholesome ones. Also, I've been working non-stop so forgive me if this seems rushed or not so good. Enjooy love <3

Platonic!AOT character x reader

Characters: Reiner, Marco Content Warnings: fluff, bit angsty, gn!reader

Reiner

Big emotional man. Reiner is charismatic, helpful and attentive out of pure need to be loved and accepted, because of that he is full of insecure thoughts and also neglects his own needs. He constantly thinks you'll get tired of him, or that he will eventually disappoint you. It takes time for him to build confidence.

Protective but also extremely annoying. Likes to tease and joke with you, in a brotherly way. Also, he is suprisingly good at giving advice or just being a shoulder to cry on. Reiner molds himself for others, he will be whatever you need without a second thought.

Loves to spend time with you outside. He loves to go hiking with you, training or just going out for a swim in a river/lake. He is a very enegetic person and he likes companionship in those moments. If you are not so into physical exercise, just be there with him and talk. Reiner likes to talk about silly things, but also serious topics.

He fixes everything. If you have any sort of broken item, he will go to the end of the world to fix it or replace it for you. Reiner is a big man with big hands, but he is surprisingly soft handling your broken things and trying to restore it to the former glory. He also likes to do handmade things to gift you on your birthday or other festivities.

He is a very social person, despite his difficulties being vulnerable, Reiner is extremely mangetic and that means you end up being known by proxy. Random people will talk to you just because you know Reiner.

He is not known for self care, but if you join him he will start to implement it more. He surprisingly likes to take his time shaving his face, talking to you in the process. Reiner has a bit of separation anxiety and does not like to be alone for long periods of time.

Overall, he is a very nice friend. A bit clingy and insecure, but extremely protective and helpful.

Marco

A sweetheart, perfect little boy. He is the friendliest person ever, he exhales trust and calmness. He has a way with words and advices that quickly breaks people's walls and it's not different with you.

Marco is a very observant person, which means he notices fast if something is not right with you. The thing is, Marco is also completely respectful, if you don't want to talk about something he will not insist. He is confident you will come to him when needed. He let's you figure things out alone, but with a watchful eye.

He feels like his likes/dislikes and opinions are secondary. Marco was always praised for being the one to give and give, and he associated this with his worthyness. It takes time until he understands that a friendship is a two way street, he has to give and also receive. He still is surprised when peolpe ask about his interests and passions, wondering why the person wants to know about him.

Protective, but in a quiet way. He is discrete and also calculative. If someone tries to harm you, Marco is already two steps ahead. And believe me, he is very intimidating. Marco has height and a relative strength, which he does not like to flaunt unless necessary. He never resort to violence, but he sure uses his tall frame and firm voice to scare somebody.

His favortie activity to do with you is eating. He loves talking over tea or coffee, even eating rations in missions, he likes to have this moment of interaction, feeding both his body and mind. And Marco is quite philosophical, he loves to discuss whe 'whys' and 'hows' of the world. Sometimes he is such a silly man, but it's endearing to see.

Jean is an inevitable part of your friendship, since him and Marco are extremely close. You and Jean had a small jealousy moment, on Jean's part, but it soon faded. Marco became extremely sad when his two friends did not get along, so Jean decided to let go. You honestly thought that the tall blond had some unresolved romantic feelings, which prompted the jealousy.

#Marco bodt #Reiner braun #marco x reader #reiner x reader #aot x reader #platonic

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aceofspades-sml · 1 year

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My extensive thoughts on the main characters in Newsies uk

Last post about the show I promise but I have too much to say about those guys

(Again I was sat in Manhattan and everything you guys know the drill at this point )

Starting off with Jack !

He has so many emotions ??? Like Michael is so good at portraying Jack's feelings here, and I think the one that comes back the most throughout the show is anger. He is angry at the world, he is angry because the newsies' life is literally so unfair, and don't get me started on his disgust toward Katherine in act 2. Like he doesn't even want to be near her he is staying as far away from her as possible and that's very striking

And that's the thing about Jack's anger, he is never just angry he is also incredibly sad and bitter ?? You can see exactly how broken this boy is and I love it

Also his version of Santa fe is legit so sad. Because first of all, he really makes you notice that Jack just got out of a fight. He is soaked and tired, stuggles to walk and has to hold on to everything he can find to keep his balance. And the way he sings is kind of a mix of angry and hopeless and his voice breaks and it hurts so much

And the final note ?? One of the best I've heard, it's not only the tone it's the emotion in his voice it's the way he is reaching desperately for something he knows he can't get and you can really feel that in this one note

I have so much stuff to say about hopeless Jack and I need to talk about his attitude in the watch what happens reprise because he is literally tired of this, he is desperate and genuinely scared for all his guys because he just wants to protect them and he can't. And that's why he gives up later on in Pulitzer's office, because the mention of Crutchie is enough to literally break him so don't even try telling him about Davey and other newsies going to the refuge

His speech at the rally is so heartbreaking istg I can't deal with this. The way his voice just breaks on every sentence because he understands exactly what's at stake here. And his "how long can you go without making money" line ? I'm like 99% sure he was speaking directly to Tommy boy. Tommy boy who had been a scab, and the last of them to join the strike. It's so specific and so cruel but at the same time devastating because Jack knows his newsies so well. He knows Tommy boy will be vulnerable to this I-

Also after the rally the newsies all pass by Jack shooting him darks looks and he just. Doesn't want to look them in the eyes. Excuse me while I scream in my pillow

His relationship with Katherine was very interesting too. Their dynamic was actually quite different from anything I've seen, overall much more genuine and less superficial than in some productions

+ during I never planned on you, his physical comedy is literally adorable ?? Like he makes Kath pose for him to sketch her and at some point he even tilts her chin up

One more thing I have to talk about, because getting a poc Jack is absolutely amazing and it changes so much stuff in the show ??? Like not explicitely, but the undertones are really different in the context of Jack being black. E.g. his entire Seize the day monologue feels so much more emotional, and Michael really speaks slowly to insist on every single line and make sure we know what he is talking about

Another striking scene about this is Something to believe in. I think that's part of why I said the Jack x Kath dynamic hit different, because this context really changes everything in this song, with the turning point being "I know girls like you don't wind up with guys like me". And it's not just about Jack being poor it's about him knowing very well what having a different skin color means in this world and he is scared to hell about it

The point I'm trying to make is that having a poc Jack gives a whole new dimension to the show and I absolutely adore the way Michael chooses to show this

Also I want to talk about Javey because why not but uh let me tell you Jack does not like Davey at the beginning. He is actually mean and when he talks about needing Les to sell newspapers he is clearly implying "but I don't need you." This changes later on, I really liked the scene before they run from Snyder when Jack thinks Davey need a place to sleep because it feels like okay I don't like your vibe but you're one of my guys now so I want to protect you

Anyway they become closer after that but yeah the way this dynamic starts off is very different

But then they become so intimate ?? I'll come back to this with Davey but they actually get close physically and emotionally, not only with the strike but also because they genuinely start liking each other. I think you need the context of the fandom's vision of Javey to appreciate this relationship development to it's fullest but when you have it boy oh boy

Davey < 333

This may not all be coherent because the most constructive thing I can say about him atm is very close to "alekkkajja" so deal with me here

He is autistic. And gay. Ryan kopel I owe you my soul for this

The first time he comes on stage it already looks pretty clear that he is extremely anxious socially, and as the show goes on it's literally obvious that this guy is autistic as hell

He is stimming for the entire show ??? Always fidgeting and doing something with his hands, little nervous gestures all the time, stuttering when he has to speak in front of people...

When I say stuttering, I mean it. At the beginning it's clearly because he is extremely anxious and doesn't want to speak up on front of the others, he is refraining himself from saying what he really thinks. But then it changes ! Character development !!! He starts stuttering because he is rephrasing what he wants to say so he can make it clear, not because he is afraid to speak up !

Also his character development as a whole is just so amazing. It's not just the way he gets more self-assured throughout the show, it's the way he is clearly becoming more comfortable with all the other newsies ! It's the way at the beginning he is standing very far from the other (literally the other end of the stage) because he doesn't want to be a part of the strike, and then he goes toward them, he comforts them. It's the way he goes from the scared guy who stutters all the way through the "you gave me nineteen" line, to the guy who has to speak up at the rally in front of all the others ! And it's so clear he does not want to do this, he would rather be anywhere else, but he still has the courage to do it ! I could go on for hours about this but the way he gains self-assurance is just. So interesting.

Obv I can't talk about this without talking about the watch what happens reprise. For me it was the moments where I could really see how much he had changed (and how autistic he was) because he is just so excited ! He is talking fast and loudly, he goes toward Jack, tries to establish physical contact with him ! He just got so comfortable around him, he feels free to behave like this with Jack ! Also plotwise this is really the best interpretation of this scene imo, because his excitement is SO contrasting with Jack's hopelessness and it makes the whole dialogue 100% more moving

Also the way his voice goes from "is that a real place ?" = excited bc Jack you're so talented - to "ohhh is that Santa Fe ?" = okay this is bad

Also "we. Are. Inevitable." *Ninja pose*

+ "tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good ?" "Exactly" in the most I-told-you-so singsong voice ever

Did I ever mention this boy is gay

The scene after Jacobi's ? That's gay flirting if I have ever seen it. "Why don't you come over ?- TO MEET MY FOLKS" yeah sure we believe that

"It's- it's good to have you back again" he is so bright and happy and it's just adorable to watch pls

Idk who cares about this but um. When they all get in the triangle to say their names during Seize the day. He says Davey. He doesn't say David. He calls himself Davey. I'm gonna need a moment to recover from this

Coming back to the "being comfortable around Jack" thing but !! The reaction to meeting the governor !!!! When Roosevelt's shakes Jack's hand Davey runs toward him excitedly and they both fangirl so hard like "bro did you see what just happened ???"

Okay one last thing and i'll stop but he is incredibly protective of Les. During Seize the day he is the one to drag him away from the fight instead of Jack and during the rally he is pulling Les behind him to prevent Jack from getting to him and that's honestly so heartbreaking because it also shows how deeply disgusted he is with Jack at this moment

Yes I'll stop now sorry but I love this Davey so much you don't even know

Katherine

I'm gonna be honest here, I never really liked Katherine. But Bronté's Kath ? I can and will die for her

She seems to be more aware of the situation. Like in Watch what happens and at Jacobi's she seems to actually understand what is at stake, maybe even more so than some of the boys

Also she is very responsible, during WWK she is on the aisles (right-hand side looking at the stage), taking notes about what the boys are doing ; and when she meets them at Jacobi's, instead of giving in to them turning her down and to Jack's flirting later on, she always tries to come back to the topic at hand= the strike. Imo this was very nice because it establishes her as an actual and serious reporter

Due to this it actually feels like she is very present in the show, because I think part of why I didn't like Katherine before was bc I felt as if she was established more as a plot device for Jack's love story than as an actual character (that's only my opinion tho). But here she really appears as a reporter who is essential to the strike, like a mix of Broadway!Kath and 92!Denton, which makes her whole arc so much more interesting imo

Sidenote but this essential role is also shown when she is the only one we see on stage looking at the banner at the end of Once and for all which is really cool

And she is so sassy ??? Like at Jacobi's she replies to the boy's insults in a very sarcastic tone, and during watch what happens she goes "a girl ? It's a girl ! Is that even legal ?" and mimics/mocks the attitude of the editors . Okay queen

"the guy painting places he has never seen is calling us crazy ?" is said to Davey instead of Jack

Also yeah "now would be a good time to shut up" I think a guy behind me gasped so yeah thanks queen

After the rally the emotion in her voice felt SO real and genuine. The way she proposes her plan to Jack feels like she is trying real hard to make up for not telling him everything, because she knows she has no excuse for it so now she can only try to do her best to make him forgive her. Also if I'm being honest, I never really liked Something to believe in as a song, but again, Michael and Bronté actually made me fall in love with it. Their voice were really intense - tho it was last sunday's show so I can't tell if this level of emotion with their voices almost breaking is and everytime thing or if Bronté was really losing it. Which, fair.

Moving on to Crutchie !

YES ??? This interpretation of Crutchie is just so different (in a really positive way)

Just to make it clear, I love AKB and I have nothing against his Crutchie. But after years of watching Crutchie be this little soft ball of sunshine who sometimes talks to Jack, this one really felt like he was finally allowed to express his full potential on stage

Because boy this Crutchie is loud. He is center stage. You can't miss him, he is always whistling, talking loudly, being noticed, you don't have a choice but to see him, you can't just not aknowledge him because he is right here and he makes you notice him

Also he is like. Essential to the narrative. Because he has a clear leadership role toward the other boys (telling them to run after Seize the day...). And his relationship with Jack is incredibly important here, from the beginning to the end it's them, Crutchie and Jack. That's established very clearly in the Prologue, but to me the most important scene to show this was the WWH reprise. Because Jack is so heartbroken and hopeless because of Crutchie. He is almost giving up because he's so genuinely scared for him. And don't even get me started on Jack's attitude when Pulitzer talks about Crutchie in the refuge bc my boy is this close to a breakdown

Also due to this Letter from the refuge hurts so much ?? He misses Jack and all the boys, and he clearly put the accent on telling Jack to take care of all the others ! To protect them !! He is in the refuge and all he wants his to know his friends are safe !

And his whole arc his so much darker in this ?? He is very aware of their situation, willing to buy the papers before the World will know and when Henry asks "at those prices ?" his answer is a very definitive "like we got a choice ?". And when he gets beat up after Seize the day he is actually pleading very loudly for the boys to come back for him and for Wiesel not to hit him. In Letter from the Refuge he actually seems to be in physical pain, and at the end when he gets back from the Refuge it's not just "yeah I got back that's nice" it's literally yes I went through hell and I came back. And oh boy his "may I ?" before cuffing Snyder and hitting him ? He's not joking around, he actually wants to make him pay for what he did

This is the Crutchie this fandom deserved and I would die for him thank you very much

And finally (yes I'm almost done I promise), Race !!!

Okay this is definitely my favorite Race

He has nothing to do with Ben's Race. If you ask me, he is much more like 92sies Race, though obviously not the same

He isn't just a goofy idiot joking around, he is really mature. He is one of the oldest and most mature newsies, and it shows, through the way he dresses and his attitude as a whole

Yes he still likes messing around, like in King of New York, but he is also very responsible toward the other newsies and is really shown as Jack's right-hand man, with many scenes where it's really obvious that he has a leadership role. E.g. at the beginning with his "Henry get down here", and during once and for all when he seems to be giving instructions to the newsies around the stage. Also he clearly cares a lot about them and wants to protect them so yeah overall a much more mature Race than what we got with Broadway

From what I saw he is still very close to Albert, and also to Specs ? Which makes sense because they are all among the oldest newsies. Finch also hangs out with them sometimes but less frequently

Also he is literally rough around the edges. He is actually ready to pick up a fight with the Delanceys at the beginning and oh boy don't get him stressed because then he is ready to lose it

Okay I really want to talk about his relationship with Davey because um. Race actively dislikes him for a solid half of the show (let's just assume no one likes Davey at the beginning okay). His "aren't we the hoi poloi ?" is actually mean. Maybe my take is entirely wrong, but imo the way Race sees it, Davey is just that priviledged guy who suddenly came in and has no idea what's at stake for most of the newsies, and he very strongly despises him for it. And at the beginning he is clearly not happy with Davey putting his guys in danger with the strike, which comes back to the idea of him being a leader and having to care for the younger newsies. Overprotective Race we stan

This changes after Seize the day tho, during Kony they actually seem to get closer and establish an intimate bond during the song

Also at some point (I think Seize the day ?) he gives Les a piggyback which is pretty cute

Okay I promise now I'm done ranting but this version of the show is actually amazing because the actors have an entirely different take from the Brodway show so it really feels like you're rediscovering it all over again

#also a few days ago i messaged ryan about autistic davey bc i had questions and um. he did not answer. i still have hope okay #anyway yeah i'll keep you guys updated on this #+ i also messaged josh barnett to say i loved his race and let me tell you he is the sweetest person i ever talked to #newsies #newsies uk #jack kelly #michael ahomka lindsay #david javobs #ryan kopel #katherine plumber #bronté barbé #crutchie morris #matthew duckett #racetrack higgings #josh barnett #leo's newsies analysis

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could i bother u for more thoughts on faith and max in a mock apple orchard 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

@gayafsatan — I would absolutely LOVE to brainstorm some fun ideas of them in a mock apple orchard!!

I've been replaying again so they've been rotating around in my mind a lot extra hard and was especially thinking about mock apple picking bc the botanical labs also has a lil orchard where you can pick mock apples up off the ground! But I'm currently in Roseway so oughhh.. ideas....

I want you now I am going to ramble a LOT so please bear with me I swearsies it'll be more fun if we get the full lore dump from my brain 😩💖💕

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👇 ROSEWAY THOUGHTS 👇

(I AM GOING TO TALK ABT ROSEWAY THOUGHTS AS A WHOLE AND THEN EASE INTO SOME SILLY MOCK APPLE ORCHARD IDEAS AT THE END OKAY. OKAY ILY THANK YOU).

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My thoughts are very chaotic and rambly so let me try to walk though my ideas lmao

Roseway is typically where I peg Faith's death wish arc happening, and to summarize what all that entails, it's when the mask slips and the weight of everything finally hits her in full force.

I always envision this story happening over a long period of time so a lot of time has passed since first arriving at Edgewater and the Groundbreaker.

Halcyon. Her situation. Her identity. The life Phineas threw her into abruptly and his expectations for her. Making split second moral decisions where no matter what someone is going to get hurt. Being so alien and alone, no one to understand her or believe in her predicament but having to be the mysterious competent captain regardless.

It finally gets to her. Bad. And she makes some self destructive decisions. She gets sloppy, careless, hoping someone else will end this nightmare for her. Until they almost do.

I am swiftly brushing past many details so we don't get too lost in the sauce. But Max went after her, found her collapsed and injured bad, carried her back to the ship for Ellie to do whatever she could, and then stayed by her side for as long as it took for her to wake up.

This is such a key moment for them getting closer. Because there was a lot of frustration and emotion and being forced to confront the possibility of feelings existing, but nothing they fully understand or are ready to acknowledge as such yet.

She tries to brush past the subject of what happened, deflecting everything until he raises his voice in a way he hasn't since she gave him the journal and she threatened he never talk like that to her again. And it was enough to break through her facade, for her to show just how utterly broken and vulnerable she is, and they have a proper fucking conversation about where she's at mentally. He still isn't ready for the truth about her life before. But it's a step forward.

There is a lot of patience and understanding and just. Yeah. A lot happens here. Some walls come down. There grows some room for them to become softer and closer over more time.

All of this is important because a short piece I had written a long time ago took place in this area roughly after this incident.

It was a personal outlet vent piece, I will be honest. When I wrote it it was after I had a very bad panic attack after an awful scare. And I wrote it into Faith because I just wanted to get some feelings from that experience out of my system.

The shortened version of that one is Faith recovering from a bad episode, trying to calm her breathing, waiting for her ears to stop ringing and for her vision to come back. Her legs gave out on her and she was sitting under the mock apple trees. Her voice locks up on her when she's seriously distressed. Yadda yadda yadda, Max had brought along his datapad so she could communicate anything important and she was incredibly confused because she knows he doesn't like using his datapad ever and then rendered even more speechless to know he brought it specifically for her in case something like this were to happen again. It ends with her just asking if he would keep talking to her, and they sit there under the mock apple trees for a while, in no particular rush to get anywhere.

And after this point, I think the mock apple orchards become a really peaceful, therapeutic spot for her when she just wants a moment to herself. Sits there, breathes, takes in the Roseway scenery and collects herself before jumping back into the horrors of Halcyon. Spends some time picking mock apples to take back to the ship.

I've been having a lot of ideas of her asking Max to go with her. I'm of the mind if she'd ask directly that he'd either decline, or at least pretend to be uninterested but she's the one who asked so he accepts the offer.

But I can see her being vague and just saying that she's heading out if he'd join her and she leads him to the orchards. By this point they're already often in each other's company, she indulges his interests often, letting him be the one who is finally listened to. But in general, they get along very well in conversation when it comes to a handful of similar interests and their personalities and attitudes bounce off of each other well.

(In my story anyway, since she spends an extended amount of time in Edgewater and the Vale, there was also a lot of time spent doing some early bonding with Max. So do with that info what you will. They're not likeee besties yet but they're much more than strangers by this point, ya'know? Just to get an idea of where their familiarity with each other is at and why there's enough respect and trust to some extent already existing. Not to mention how much time they had spent on the Groundbreaker).

They'd be having such a peaceful time away from the rest of the crew.

Oughhh hear me out, okay, Faith loves to bake. She doesn't even ask, she just makes Max hold her bag open while she starts collecting mock apples and after they finally head back to the ship she figures out how to make mock apple pie for the crew 😭 we already know Max doesn't care much for sweets (I wonder how sweet or tart a mock apple pie would be.. Faith girl what all Halcyon ingredients are you adding to that bad boy) but.. what if.... After everyone goes to bed...... He tries some anyway........ Because she made it..........

Most of what's bouncing around in my brain is them early on having wholesome bonding time in a spot just for the two of them. Just enjoying each other's company. Realizing they have genuine respect for each other, Faith feeling like she found a genuine friend who went to lengths further than anyone had in her entire life to make sure she survived. I am specifying Faith's feelings here intentionally. I write Max in a more complicated spot very blinded by his revenge scheme more or less unaware for a long while just how much the lines start blurring between his faith and his Faith. To put it succinctly. (Look I know I'm always drawing The Good Stuff™️ but in actuality their relationship is suchhhh a slow burn. They are not the most romantically inclined people lmao).

But also.. once she realizes she can talk to him when she needs to. I think coming back to this spot, off the ship, away from the crew, she just likes it there. She likes being there with him. She finds comfort in that spot.

OKAY BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE WOULD BE CUTE.... they should come back here.. post-scylla and post-gorgon...... Ya'know......... The first being when they establish not wanting to be apart and the second being when they want to make that partnership a permanent one......... ASKING HER IN THE MOCK APPLE ORCHARDS WOULDN'T THAT BE DARLING ough okay I need a minute my brain is going too fast to comprehend

My Roseway ideas aren't the most cleaned up I know BUT so many important bonding moments exist and oughhhh LOOSE IDEAS ARE STILL WORTH TALKING ABOUT OKAYYYYY

I just want them to go mock apple picking together and learn how to get smiles out of each other and not understand why it makes their chests hurt but they know they need to do it again

ACTUALLYYYYY post-scylla when he's much more mellowed out and they're the closest they've been I think would be so so nice. they'd be so much softer and he'd probably be so much more involved in wanting to enjoy silly lil activities with her.....

Currently imagining him reading out loud to her, all the conversations they'd have, maybe he brings his tossball cards to show her, maybe they bring one of the lil games, have a lil makeshift picnic....

Godddd the transition between just how much enthusiasm he shows spending time with her is enough to make me explode. Can you see my vision. The reluctance, to the hesitancy, to becoming absolutely inseparable.

I HAVE A LOT TO THINK ABOUT BUT I'M GETTING SLEEPY SO SENDING IT!!!!!!

Literally feel free to add on or share your own thoughts I'm begging you lmao I promise there is so much room for ideas to be fleshed out and better put together, I'm mostly just spitballing what all I think would be incredibly fun ideas to work with. Plus I'm kind of thinking across the timeline and how much their relationship would change between each visit. And how over time they would enjoy it more and more and make each visit more special than the last.

WAIT BEFORE I LOSE THE THOUGHT!! They make a stop RIGHT BEFORE HEADING TO SCYLLA TO GO TO THE HERMIT'S LODGE!! Oh that could hurt so good omgggg. Okay okay I need to stop now I NEED TO STOP.

#MY DEAR FRIEND I WROTE SO MUCH I APOLOGIZE AHEAD OF TIME #I had a LOT of roseway thoughts I needed to get out of my system #that lead into why the mock apple orchards would be such a special spot they'd want to keep returning to 😭#my thoughts are all a mess tho I know I know I have a lot that's needs cleaning up and better fleshed out #but hey! what's the point of having ideas if you can't talk about them no matter what stage of development they're at!!#enjoy my long winded roseway ramble #I really do think the orchards would make such a lovely spot to just be alone and bond #not that it was ever their intention. it certainly wasn't supposed to happen he'd think.#yet there he is. unable to deny her invitation and realizing all too late how many details about her he has committed to memory #always so collected and calculated. never stumbling on his words. always knowing just what to say.#until it comes to her. until she days his name. until her voice like a siren song has his tongue tied in knots.#'vicar max if you prefer brevity' he tells her. yet maximillian she'll call him. letting his name linger on her lips for as long as possible #I think I need to go lay down #faith and max #my writing #long post #says*

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Galeem and Dharkon head canons: Redux

Remake of an old post. Dharkon and HCs for their dynamics with each other and the smashers below the cut for length

Galeem

any, tends to default to he/they but is totally partial to whatever

maverique , pan + aroaspec. only very rarely experiences attraction.

Wishes to change the world into one that suits his likeness out of a sense of entitlement and superiority. He thinks the world as it is now is dull and overcomplicated and wishes for one revolving around himself, drenched in light

A very selfish and prideful individual, out of touch for sure.

Presents itself as elegant, sophisticated sort of deity. Cares a lot about presentation and any attack on his ego will be met with an eternal grudge.

They get very humiliated when they are proven wrong and when their facade of coolness breaks. Because it does. A bit more often than Galeem would like too.

They try to act unaffected but they get very emotional. Galeem is always at the extremes when they're upset or even happy.

Genuinely scared of the dark to an extent. He's very glad he glows.

Doesn't really need to eat or drink but can do so and sometimes feels the drive to. Likes cute lil pastries and fruit. Not huge on chocolate though and won't each much of anything else.

Doesn't like most of the smashers but has grown to respect most over time. Likes Kirby the most now that the burning rage has faded and kirby sneaks him bites of cake when he can is nice enough

Also has some bias over the more light-aligned smashers esp Palutena and Pit

Giving the Hands the cold shoulder still. Mocks them behind their backs. Sort of teases MH about being able to control the guy but MH is like "shush you lost you can give it up it's not my first rodeo". though MH is totally still bothered.

Likes classical and very cinematic sort of music.

Loves sunny days, dislikes stormy weathers. That being said, he enjoys snow.

Dharkon

any, defaults to she/he/it in no particular order but as w/ galeem it doesn't matter all that much

genderfluid sapphic/trixic. Greyro? sad little girlboy-boygirlthing

Can change its voice to sound more fem, masc or even in between. Sometimes it does so because of a change in mentality as well (vulnerable,strong,angry, friendly) Its voice is often deep, raspy and rumbling.

This also means he can mimic voices with a lil bit of time and effort. Totally uses this to taunt people.

Wants to plunge the world into darkness out of hatred and apathy for virtually all life. Wishes to be alone with only like individuals in a world of gloomy anarchy.

Certainly very selfish but he's got like. Reverse superiority-inferiority complex. Self loathing but also so hateful of everything else that he decided his way was still the better option. like does that make sense. doomer blackpilled nihilist reddit core.

Not unlike ridley he's smart but sees no need to communicate this. Clever but from a rougher school of thought and can't be assed to talk to people he doesn't respect.

Same as Galeem, doesn't need to eat food in the traditional sense but will do so out of boredom or cravings. Likes rich chocolate and hearty meaty foods. Great spice tolerance also. Eats much more than Galeem 2 fill the void.

Sensitive to light, especially in its weakened spirit form. This keeps him inside, when he is allowed to go out he stays in the shade or waits until twilight and night. Fond of rainstorms and cloudier weather.

Has also warmed up to Kirby somewhat. Still holding a grudge but she's starting to see the humor in being beat by a lil pink puffball, too tired to be angry about it anymore. Not to mention how Kirby is extending an olive branch

More fond of the villains. Has probably talked to Ridley, Seph and Ganon if they approach him.

Also thinks Sonic is kind of cool. Dharkon is Guy Who Only Listens To Sonic Soundtrack ig. That's the sorta person she is.

Likes rock and metal.

Drilled into the Hands for not being able to protect the smashers. Master Hand might've cried a lil about it. ok he totally did. But Dharkon has warmed up a little to Crazy Hand but hasn't been able to reconcile

Slowly starting to be less misanthropic but could still benefit from therapy and some prozac.

Together

Kept under pretty high security with lots of limitations, but allowed some freedom to keep them from being totally miserable.

Allowed to roam around every now and then.

Though it may seem rather odd to not really punish them strongly, the beatdown they've faced and permanent servitude as spirits alongside Typical Smash antics are punishment enough in the Hands' eyes (erm, lack thereof?). And, considering they did what they did out of greed and dissatisfaction, keeping them relatively happy now that their egos are in check seems like the right thing to do.

Clowned on 24/7. The fighters that feel comfortable enough to approach them tend to be teasing or will outright use them for pranks and whatnot.

Kirby is sternly kind to them, willing to turn the other cheek as long as they don't turn back to their old ways. Would totally wipe the floor with them if need be.

For others, the water is not under the bridge. Many want nothing to do with them. Some like Villager, the Ice Climbers and Duck Hunt Duo are terrified of them. Others are hostile. Oddly enough, the pikmin of all folks fall under this latter group and are extremely aggressive towards Galeem and Dharkon. In turn, these forces of light and dark have learned to fear them. Olimar is almost apologetic about it but above all else he just doesn't want his pikmin getting wiped off the face of the earth. Alph gets a little bit of a kick out of it.

Mario isn't having any bullshit. He's very cautious about the whole ordeal and will even admonish the more mischievous individuals that go out of their way to try and rile the two up. Palutena, Rosalina, Peach, Link and Samus are also very, very cautious and keep a close eye out.

Some of the villains are curious about their power, namely Ganon and Sephy. They'd like to harness their powers probably. Ridley is also curious, moreso about Dharkon but it's more like he's sizing them up for revenge.

Wario is still figuring out a way to make a quick buck off of 'em. He almost got Galeem into a mlm scheme that one time. Bowser is more cautious and cares less about trying to win them over and more about trying to avoid them bc he's mad abt his kids being hurt.

Mewtwo is also cautiously curious.

They're enemies but. Sometimes they seem a little. hm. maybe you should just kiss abt it. or something. frolic in the fields. hit each other with squeaky hammers. don't actually stab each other. thanks.

if they could stop arguing they'd be a cool evil couple. They'd be great partners in crime because they do bounce off of each other well on the occasion that they're on the same wavelength. Even when they clash, there is beauty in the way they work off of each other.

The two were kind of friends once upon a time. Whatever happened to them? No one knows, and they won't speak.

They kinda sorta apologized about WOL to each other but it's like. The spongebob scene where they're like "id hate you even if i didn't hate you" that's them 24/7 still. And they're always getting into petty disagreements.

They haven't formally apologized about it to the smashers though.

Dharkon enjoys challenging Galeem and is usually the instigator of their conflicts, but Galeem also angers Dharkon a lot through his smug behavior. Neither apologizes or forgives easily. Galeem can be bribed or buttered up, but Dharkon needs time for sure. And a valid apology.

It's very can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em, tried both. They really cannot imagine life without each other.

#hey ladies im sephy #ssbu headcanon #ssbu headcanons #super smash bros #super smash brothers #ssbu #super smash bros ultimate #super smash ultimate #headcanon #headcanons #galeem #dharkon #theyre like a ren and stumpy sort of deal to me #beat each other with hammers type of yuri.#or like. plankton krabs #in their divorce arc

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