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theartgremlin2 · 1 year

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Apparently people are complaining about this week’s Bad Batch s2 episode being uninteresting. While I was a little bored while watching, that has more to do with the episode’s pacing than it’s actual content. The comparison between Tech and TAY-0 made it quite fascinating to me.

One of my main gripes about Tech has been how underdeveloped his character is. He’s the smart one! He’s got a big, beautiful brain and an ego to match. Occasionally, he behaves a bit robotically because of how direct and literal he takes things. I don’t think I’m the only one who has felt like that. It seems to me that the writers realized it too, which is why TAY-0 is the perfect person to contrasted against Tech in this little character study of an episode.

TAY-0 was quite capable of doing his job. He was the current champion racer when we are introduced to him. Cid wouldn’t have bet so much on him if she didn’t have every confidence in him. We’ve seen her do it with Omega, and she clearly thought she would win that wager with Millegi. Not only is TAY-0 a competent Pilot, he is also relatively intelligent. He knows how to fix his speeder, and how to re-assemble himself. He even has a certain sense of art, though that isn’t really explored. He is very similar to Tech in that he has an inflated ego. This is likely from all the praise and popularity his skill as a pilot earns him in the races. However, TAY-0 has one glaring flaw: he’s inflexible.

The move where the two rival pilots who trap their opponent and saw into their speeder is not a new strategy. The announcer and the crowd all know what’s going on when a pilot gets trapped between these two in the tunnels. TAY-0 has seen these rivals do this likely several times, and yet he is incapable of adapting to the situation when it happens to him. In addition to this, when Tech is attempting to repair him, TAY-0 insists that Tech is doing it wrong. He cannot imagine the possibility that there might be another, possibly even better way to re-assemble himself. And this inflexibility is why TAY-0’s ego comes off so gratingly. He behaves as though he knows best in every situation because he is a great racer! There is no need for him to learn anything from anyone else!

Tech is already a magnificent pilot. We have witnessed him flying the Marauder in ways that rival Anikin Skywalker’s ingenuity. He has probably gotten the Batch out of more tight spots than you could count on all you and your closest friend’s fingers and toes combined! In contrast to TAY-0, however, Tech has the humility to admit when he doesn’t know something. He does not claim that his experience piloting the Marauder makes him just as good a racer as the droid. Instead, he recognizes that this is a different skill, and spends time familiarizing himself with it before he decides he can do it. And once the race is over, he does not soak in the praise that the racing fans pour on him. He savors the glory for a moment, accepts the praise, and moves on.

This is not something I ever thought I would say, but Tech’s humility is what makes him a compelling character. He can be a smartass. He can be annoyingly correct. This actually put me off the character in the first season. I was not a big fan of Tech. But he can also be endearingly eager to learn. S2e2 even foreshadowed the closer look at Tech’s humility we were going to get by allowing him a moment of revelation when Romar points out to him that the Serennians had existed before they became Separatists.

This development has softened me a little towards the character, and I can’t wait to see more of him!

#tech bad batch #tbb tech #tbb season 2 spoilers #the bad batch season two #character analysis #episode analysis #am I the only one who wants TAY-0 to get a little development from this too?#please let him have a think and realize that maybe he’s not the Force’s greatest gift to being-kind #I also really hope that Tech and Romar become good friends #it would be a cute elder-teacher dynamic #GremlinReflections

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batwritings · 4 months

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Hii, I hope you're doing well! Can I please ask for headcannons for the brothers and dateables (if not everyone, you can choose, but please write for Lucifer, mammon and barbatos) would react if MC offers to put chapstick on their lips.

I know it's a strange ask, but imagine this scenario: It's gotten really cold suddenly (in? On? At?) the devildom and MC notices said character has chapped lips and seems very uncomfortable with it. She offers them her (can be gn!reader but I'm using she/her for better explaining) chapstick and they deny, but she insistist in putting on them, and they feel giddy because she's caring so softly for them 😭😭😭

I in the vibe of soft casual love, stay warm and hydrated 🫶🩷🩷🩷🩷

I don't think this is strange at all! Soft caring actions like that are honestly cute as fuck to me. Enjoy!~

Lucifer The absolute quickest to deny you. The great and powerful Lucifer? Receiving a smidgen of help??? The greatest travesty in all the realms, clearly. But bat your eyes and maybe bring him some Demonus and he might crack. Once you get it on, he didn't realize just how badly his lips were chapped. You'll be offered a small thanks, and a promise of something more substantial for a reward once he has more free time.

Mammon How could the cold affect the great Mammon so much? He simply didn't believe you at first. Fun fact, he knew damn well his lips were chapped as fuck. He just really didn't want to admit he needed the help. Simply subdue him with a kiss after putting on the chap stick and he'll be a puddle of grimm in your hands.

Leviathan <Insert MC doing the inhale "BOI" meme here> Being a shut-in means Levi doesn't exactly get out into the cold much. Therefor, he's a little more susceptible to the effects of the cold than his brothers. One trip to get a new Ruri-chan figurine and he's got chapped lips for days. Thankfully he has you to thoughtfully apply chapstick to his lips which leaves him with a persistent blush every time the two of you cross paths.

Satan Oh? It honestly hadn't crossed his mind. While he's no Asmo, Satan does take pretty good care of himself. He's actually the most lenient of the brothers in letting you help. If this were the Nightbringer universe, he's fight you a bit more. Yet the wrestle session would be a nice release for his anger, even if he couldn't go full force on you. He'd thank you by letting you put the chapstick on, blushing in denial of enjoying the attention.

Asmodeus Asmo, sweetheart, darling, you can't use lip gloss as chapstick, I'm sorry. And that'll be his excuse, mark my words! You have to explain to him that sadly, most gloss doesn't cover the chapping and he'll be more than amenable to let you put it on him. In true Asmo-chan fashion, of course he'll need to test it on you, just to be sure. A reward for helping him always look beautiful.

Beelzebub This man's gonna try to eat the chapstick, and no, you cannot convince me otherwise. You know how people see a big animal and go "if not friend, why friend shaped"? Beel, sweet himbo lad that he is will legit ask you, "if not food, why food smelling?". Did you have to reapply it multiple times because he kept licking it off? Yes. Did he complain to you every time that it didn't taste nearly as good as it smelled? Also yes. Did he learn his lesson? Nope!

Belphegor He spends ONE (1) NIGHT up in the observatory and ends up with chapped lips. It's rather annoying to him, and he genuinely doesn't hear you the first few times when you offer to put chapstick on for him. Belphie will deny it at first purely on the basis of "I'm not a little kid just because I'm the youngest". Just wait til he gets too tired to fight you on it and you'll get a mumbled little "thank you" before becoming his favorite pillow. Hope you have nothing to do for the next few hours.

Solomon Unsurprisingly enough, it wasn't the cold that got him! It was a spell gone wrong in trying to make a chapstick that would never let your lips chap again. Solomon sighs very defeatedly and sits back with a pout as he lets you put the balm on his lips. For practice purposes, he has you sit down and look over the ingredients to see where he went wrong. May or may not purposefully mess it up again to have you so close again.

Simeon You can't tell me this man wouldn't absentmindedly pick at the chapped parts of his lips. He can't be perfect forever ya'll, he's gotta be a little weird like the rest of us. (/j) You actually catch him in the act which makes Simeon fluster and admit to forgetting his chapstick in his room. His denial of attention and care for you is half-hearted and he very quickly crumbles at the chance to be so close to you. Maybe he'll have to forget his chapstick more often.

Barbatos This man is far too busy to realize his lips were chapped. It was one of those rare instances that you two crossed paths that you noticed and offered to put some on for him. In another rare instance, you notice Barbatos blush slightly because he didn't realize he'd looked so out of sorts. He had meetings with Lord Diavolo later that day as well, so yes! Please! Quickly! You make sure to add a generous amount in the hopes that it would last him through his meetings.

Diavolo His lips were chapped? Truly? It's only then that the demon lord to be realizes how absolutely flooded he'd been and that Barbatos had even told him about that earlier in the day. When you offer, Diavolo tries to politely decline, asking you not to waste what you have on him. It only takes a few minutes of remembering how busy he'll be and how this is absolutely a chance to know even a smidgen more info about you that he relents and lets you apply it gingerly to his lips.

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silversweetpea · 1 year

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London Eye

pairing: Marc Spector x Reader (Gender Neutral)

summary: Waiting wasn’t so bad as long as you were waiting with him.

warnings: Lovesickness, pda

author’s note: this is me going on record to say that I think Marc has the potential to be so fucking lovesick and I don’t see nearly enough fics for that. Yes he’s a bit of a smart ass sometimes but he has depth. He has range. Let him be so sickeningly in love with someone and let that someone be me please.

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There should be nothing worth smiling about in an hours long line. There should be grumbling and sighing and hushed whispers where you talk about your plans for when you get out of the endless wait and maybe even a friend giving you a very pointed look every now and again.

“Come on, It’ll be fun!” and yet, there you were, cheeks aching from smiling.

“For you,” Marc’s voice would have any listener convinced you had forced him against his will to be there. But you weren’t just any listener and although his voice was playfully flat, there was no denying the special shine in his eyes or the curve of his lips.

You had been in the line for at least an hour now and yet not once had you been bored. There was part of you that was convinced anything done in the company of your boyfriend would be entertaining somehow.

“Marc,” his name comes out as an exaggerated whine as you lean in to pull on his arm. There’s a split second where you think that just maybe you’re going to get him to break and laugh. If only he weren’t so committed to the bit the two of you were playing.

The idea that you were missing out on one of life’s greatest sounds was enough to spur you on further though, determined to weasel it out of him.

“It’s the eye, we’ll be able to see all of London from up there!” You squeezed his arm, “I’ve always wanted to watch the snow from up top.”

The line shuffles forwards and you take tentative steps backwards without looking, knowing that Marc would sooner eat his fist then purposefully let you fall. The both of you ignore the obvious that he wouldn’t have joined the line with you at all if he wasn’t willing to go up in it.

“I’m not stopping you,” his hands in his pockets and eyes on you, it nearly made you dizzy to look at him.

“So you’re okay with me going thousands of feet up in the air with a complete stranger?” HIs hands snake their way around your waist and you instantly let go of his arm to give him an easier hold. It isn’t until you catch the way that his hair is moving that you realize he’s tucked you against him to avoid the wind you didn’t even realize was happening.

“As long as they keep their distance. And they’re blind.” When the line moves forward, the two of you move as a unit, arms never coming away from your waist. Despite the way his breath clouded in the air just in front of his lips, Marc’s hands were warm through your shirt. A thousand different come backs came to mind but all you could think about was the way Marc leaned in, so close but so far.

“Please? Just this once?”

And the fight, as pretend as it was, is over. You can see it in the way Marc’s shoulders drop and his features soften into something close to love but ever so slightly more indescribable. When his hands pull you closer, when you lean your had against him, love feels too weak a word.

“That’s your fifth ‘just this once’ this week, you know,” he isn’t saying no though. Just as he didn’t say no when you asked him to stay in bed an extra ten minutes, legs tangled up in each other, thoughts blurry with sleep. Marc isn’t saying no just as he couldn’t bring himself to when you asked to watch your favorite childhood movie yet again later that night or when you insisted that you weren’t going to steal his hoodie forever you just wanted to borrow it for a nap.

“I love you,” is what comes out, soft and delicate as it hovers between you two and suddenly Marc didn’t seem all that bothered by the glass bubble idea.

#marc spector x you #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector fluff #moon knight x reader #moon knight #moon knight x you

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i-thewriter · 3 months

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exosphere

Summary:

When all hope is lost, Captain Price prays for a miracle. Fortunately, someone is listening. To his horror, someone responds.

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Screaming, crying, pain and gnashing of teeth. The whole world groans and creaks. Walls, floors, people and animals—everything is intertwined in a grotesque dance. The last day is coming.

- My God, why did you leave me?

The great earthquake opened the ground, throwing out the bent bodies that she had caressed in her arms for so long. The moon was flooded with blood, the stars fell to the ground, the water became bitter, and a third of the forests and pastures burned.

-Merciful God, save us from your wrath

The Great Day of His Wrath has come. Woe, three times woe to the inhabitants of the earth.

An angel ascended from the east, shining like the most precious crystals and burning like a sun. In a voice as if many different people were singing a song of praise, he says:

"Do not be afraid"

- Please, God...

"You are special. You have been chosen for great things"

And the whole world seemed to have fallen silent. A new sun came out of the horizon, climbing upward in the new sky. The first heaven and earth have passed away.

"I swear that you will no longer suffer. There will be no more tears"

- What do you need?

And one word echoed off the yellow walls of the hospital. It's shook the bed frame, banged on the windows as if want to escape.

"You"

- I agree.

- I'm sorry, there's nothing more we can do.

No one wants to hear those words. Nobody wants to say them. Everyone knows that it is like issuing a death sentence. It is unbelievable how one simple sentence can hurt so much. Deprive a man of all hope.

Only a miracle can save the patient's life.

And Captain Price didn't believe in miracles; he didn't believe in anything particular. But now he wanted fall to his knees and beg whoever could hear. He would become the greatest believer if someone were able to perform a miracle.

Save Sergeant Kyle Garrick's life.

Somewhere in the back, Soap curses and kicks plastic chairs. Ghost, on the other hand, stands next to him, deadly silent and motionless like a marble statue.

He does not fully understand further doctor's words. He says something about contacting Gaz's family. The world reach him as if through the surface of water, blurred and drowned out.

A heavy hand falls on his shoulder and pushes him into one of the chairs.

-It will be a miracle if he survives tonight- The doctor continues, but his voice seems weak and his face pales, as if he were about to pass out- If you want to say goodbye, now will be the best time to do it.

As he walks down the sterile corridor, his footsteps echo off the empty walls.

John thinks about the moment when he met the sergeant for the first time. The desire to help and fight was written on his face. His radiant smile when he offered him a seat in Task Force 141. Or that time when everyone had Christmas dinner together. He fainted after just three beers on the couch, barely remembering the feeling of a blanket pulled over his shoulders.

Now he realizes it must have been Kyle.

Kyle, who will never smile again. He will never take care of his teammates as if he did it for family members. It was he who deprived him of the chance to live and start a family. It's all his...

- It's nobody's fault.- It may seem like Ghost does not care, but Price knows him well enough to catch the anger in his tone and the sadness in his eyes.

- I'll stay with him overnight. I don't want him to be alone.- His lips are numb. He doesn't feel like he's saying that. Nothing feels real.

-Like hell, we'll let you be alone. Gaz is also ours...

Oh Soap. Poor Soap, who always felt too much. He loved too much, became too attached to others, and could never let go. If he hadn't felt so unreal, maybe he would have noticed the tears in Johnny's eyes. Maybe he would even comfort him and promise him that everything would be all right.

But nothing will be right.

-That's enough, Johnny- One look at Ghost is enough for Soap to shut his mouth. He clenches his hands into fists and turns on his heel, only to disappear around the corner a moment later.

For a moment, the two of them stood and listened to his footsteps as he moved away.

When Price finally spoke, he felt much older, as if he had lost 10 years in a matter of minutes.

-Take care of him, Simon.

Ghost just nods and disappears right after, following Soap.

Somehow, loneliness puts him in an even deeper state of numbness. He stands alone in an empty corridor, and everything suddenly seems much larger. The door to the room where Gaz is located is kilometers away. He is afraid to open them.

He wonders if Gaz was afraid. Knowing him, he probably only worried about how his death would affect his colleagues. Or how many people has he not had time to help yet.

Sweet Kyle has always been the heart of the team. The world will never know a man who cared about the welfare of them all. Death will pluck the least-ripe but sweetest fruit from the orchard.

John feels detached from reality. Even days later, he won't remember opening the door and going inside. But what he will remember for the rest of his life is the sight he finds when he looks at the bed.

Kyle lies pale and small on a white sheet. He looks as if he is no longer alive, surrounded only by the machines that keep him alive. What assures him otherwise is the constant beeping of the heart rate monitor.

40 minutes passed before he was able to get professional help. His heart stopped three times on the way to the hospital. The last one was right in front of the door. Kyle fought death to the very end. But he is not able to win this fight.

John Price lived life and saw all its horrors. He also committed many of them. Too many for one man to be able to do. He saw more deaths than a normal person could handle. But this is the worst of them all.

He is not a believer, but right now he is praying to anyone who can hear him. He prays because he feels he doesn't deserve to cry. Not when it is all his fault.

It's almost one o'clock in the morning when he hears footsteps in the hallway. Ghost and Soap left a long time ago. Now they're probably in some bar, losing their monthly salary for alcohol.

Johnny had to be forcibly removed after refusing to leave his dying teammate's side. Now he is probably drunk to unconsciousness, with a dark shadow watching over him.

At first, he doesn't even think about it. It's probably one of the doctors or nurses on the night shift. But then quiet footsteps stopped in front of the door to the Gaz room.

There is absolute silence for a moment. The only sounds are the hum of medical equipment and cars passing outside the window. When the door handle turns, the light illuminating the room starts flash. For a moment, it lights up and goes out as if it had a short circuit before it calms down.

But you're not a doctor, not even a nurse. You're wearing white pajamas and shoes that the hospital gives to their patients. On your right wrist, you have a light blue strip of plastic with your name on it. You are standing straight like a soldier, with your chin slightly raised and your gaze fixed on him.

A shiver runs through him, and he feels inexplicable anxiety when he looks at you. There's something wrong with your eyes—something that causes him to see red flags.

- I did not know anyone was still here- Your voice is quiet, slightly hoarse. Though your words indicate surprise, you don't seem surprised.

You take the first step towards the bed, which makes him jump to his feet

- Wait there. Who are you?- You look like one of the patients, but you have no reason to be here. And life has taught him to be careful with everything he sees.

You ignore him until you stand on the other side of the bed with Kyle as a barrier. Then you look up at him again, and Price can finally name what is wrong with your gaze. There is nothing human about it. You look at him without any emotions or thoughts that could be reflected in your eyes.

- I am y/n

- You know Kyle?

- We never met. - either you avoid the question again or you tell the truth. But it doesn't make sense. You suggest that you know him, but you have never met him.

There's not much time to think about it when you reach out and place it on the sergeant's forehead. It grabs your wrist, but it doesn't stop you. As if you didn't feel it at all.

Not even 5 seconds pass before the machines start to howl in alarm. The air is electrified. All it takes is a spark to blow everyone up. And Price barely stops himself from throwing at you.

- What the hell did you do?!

- Kyle will wake up in a few minutes. I suggest you to be with him then.

You turn your back on him to walk away, and he uses it as an opportunity to grab your elbow and pull you to him. He won't let you go without answering what you've done with the machines. What did you do to Kyle.

You look at his hand for a moment and then catch his gaze. You look at him almost with disgust and something akin pity.

This is not the face of a person who has done nothing. And he will find out what the hell have you done.

- Who are you?- he asks quieter and more menacing than before.

The lamp casts a white light on you, making you look unnaturally pale. Your eyes shine like two lightning bolts. You look powerful and big, but somehow out of this world. He swears that for a moment your features are blurred, and the shadow on the wall behind you stretches out to take a shape of bird wings.

- I told you - Although you speak English, your accent is heavy and voice as deep as the ocean that he can barely understand your words

- What. are. you?

- I am an angel of the Lord.

Between one wink and another, you disappear as if you were never here.

The doctors rush into the room when Kyle opens his eyes.

#fanfic #call of duty #cod mw2 #john price #reader #kyle gaz garrick #i just had this idea

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princeescaluswords · 1 year

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One thing I love about the sciles dynamic is that Stiles is never afraid of Scott. Maybe in s1, when the werewolf thing was new, but not after. Stiles is 100% sure Scott won't hurt him and he's RIGHT

I once made a post here talking about Stiles's relationship with Peter Hale, only to realize, after I received your question, that I can make a similar statement about Stiles when it comes to Scott: Stiles's need for Scott is only exceeded by Stile's love for Scott and this fact remains unchanged throughout the seasons.

The most important person in Stile's life during the series, the one he would do anything for, is without question, his father. But the relationship between fathers and sons, particularly this one, has certain land mines, even at the start of the series, that Stiles and his dad have to navigate carefully around, mostly arising from the traumatic circumstances of Claudia. There are things they don't talk about and badly healed wounds, as the audience can tell by the scene in Co-Captain (1x10), Party Guessed (2x09), and The Girl Who Knew Too Much (3x09).

At the beginning of the show, that complexity didn't exist between Stiles and Scott. Stiles had no boundaries with Scott. He doesn't think twice about showing up in the middle of the night with an impulsive decision to go looking for a dead body in the woods, calling Scott a dumbass, mocking his dreams of being first line, all with perfect confidence that Scott not only wouldn't reject him but there is a very good chance, he'll follow right along.

For a person who endured the violent rejection of his own mother and her tragic death, a friendship seemingly without limitations is something to be treasured. It's something to be fought for. Please, as if something like the threat of bodily harm could deter Stiles from keeping the person he needs and loves safe. Derek scares him because he doesn't care about Derek; the danger Jackson finds himself in is "his own fault."

I know I've talked in negative terms about Stiles's demands on Scott in Heart Monitor (1x06) and going behind Scott's back in Formality (1x11) but those don't contradict this thesis. These actions may not be ethical -- in fact I'm absolutely sure they're not -- but they're designed to protect Scott, both physically and in terms of their relationship. Stiles wants and needs Scott whole but also unchanged, still the only person that Stiles can tease unmercifully or mess up badly with and yet still will ditch his girlfriend to come pick him up. That's why Stiles will insist that Scott do the right thing, no matter what, because that's part of who Scott is. Stiles will throw firebombs at serial killers and endure beatings from a geriatric sociopath in silence so Scott can remain Scott.

Every major relationship crisis between Scott and Stiles comes not from Scott disappointing Stiles but from the idea that Scott's new life and responsibilities will force Scott to stop valuing Stiles the way Stiles values Scott. That's the message behind "You still got me" in Master Plan (2x12): Stiles is stating that no matter how much this werewolf crap changes Scott, he doesn't have to worry about this -- about them. The fear and loss in Stiles's eyes during The Overlooked (3x10) isn't about Scott betraying him but about the realization that the forces of darkness may have finally changed Scott into someone who doesn't need him the way Stiles needs him. The nogitsune torments Stiles in Letharia Vulpina (3x19) by presenting a perverted image of their friendship -- the fox in Stiles's body manipulates Scott into doing the right thing (taking pain) torments Scott (with the ninja-to) and then takes what he needs from the relationship. Stiles puts himself in Eichen House rather than allow himself to hurt Scott that way again in Echo House (3x20) and hides his own pain in The Divine Move (3x21). He'd rather die than let the nogitsune get between them.

Season 5A, of course, is Stiles's greatest fear made real -- that he will go too far, that his own nature will end up destroying this love he values so much and that this friendship that he needs to cope with his life will be gone. There's a reason for that scene with the Jeep in the rain. Stiles could never possibly fear Scott's claws and fangs; the only thing that could make Stiles break down is Scott's indifference.

That's why, in both Motel California (3x06) and Riders of the Storm (6x10) Stiles's ultimate words are always "I need you." For Stiles, Scott could never hurt him as long as he's there.

#scott mccall #stiles stilinski #sciles #teen wolf meta

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psychologicalwarclaire · 2 months

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Nya and jay number 22

I love angst and trauma >:333

22 - Forced to Watch

"STOP PLAYING GAMES!" the masked man roared, wrenching the cage door open with a bang.

His massive hand grabbed Jay's curly hair and pulled the blue ninja from the cage. Before he could react, Jay's arms were grasped by two equally hulking masked figures.

"Don't you dare touch him," Nya said, her voice dangerously low.

A distant whine of panic was humming through her brain. Usually when any of the ninja were captured by common thugs, their 'demands' and 'interrogations' were a joke. Nya was starting to think that these ones were more than common thugs.

"I will ask you again," the masked man growled. "Where is Wu."

"I told you," Jay said in a shockingly level voice, even as he winced as the grips on his arms tightened, "we don't know. No one has seen him in months."

"No one knows where he is," Nya added. With Jay no longer protected by cage bars, they were both on thin ice. She felt vulnerable with her greatest weakness in the clutches of the likes of him.

No one could see the man's gaze, but Nya sensed his eyes flicking between the couple. Maybe if he hadn't caught them in the middle of a date, maybe if Jay and Nya didn't have natural chemistry that they were terrible at hiding from foes, maybe if Nya could pretend-- just pretend-- not to care for a second, the man would not realize he had an upper hand.

But he did.

In one swift movement, the masked man sank his fist into Jay's gut.

Jay doubled over, gasping.

The thugs pulled him upright again.

Nya clutched the bars, her own breath stuttering. "We don't know where he is! Jay's not going to tell you anything."

"If he won't," the blank black mask turned to face her, "you will."

"Don't--" Jay warned with wide eyes.

The fist slammed against his eye and he grunted.

Nya flinched along with him. She squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to see the love of her life hurt by some gruff nobody.

"You WILL watch, or I will get my knives next."

Nya's head snapped up. Her eyes met Jay's. The one that had been hit was already bruised and swelling. 'I'll be fine,' he mouthed.

His tremulous smile flashed across his face before--

The next blow was to Jay's jaw. To his head. His stomach, ribs, stomach, ribs, head, ribs. Bruises bloomed with each impact.

"STOP IT!" Nya yelled.

The violence halted for only a few seconds as the mask turned back to her. "Volunteering?"

"No!" Jay groaned, chest heaving. "No, take me..."

They could both feel the smile spread behind the mask.

BAM

Spray of blood.

CRACK

A groan.

Jay's grunts turned to heavy pants. Then to whimpers. Whines. And worst of all, choking, broken sobs.

Nya sobbed right along with him, unable to tear her eyes away.

When are last Jay's head lolled against just chest, upright only from the iron grips hauling him up, the punches, slaps, kicks, and backhands finally slowed.

"Get my bat," the man sneered.

"NO! NO STOP IT! HE'S IN A TIME VORTEX, OKAY? Master Wu is lost in time! We don't know WHERE or WHEN he is, I promise! Just let Jay go... let him go... please..."

"That's enough for now." He patted Jay's cheek so softly that Nya wanted to bite through the metal bars.

The door wrenched open and Jay's limp figure was tossed in. Nya caught him before he hit the ground. She cradled his still form close to her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry."

"You could at least have thought of a better lie. I'll be back in an hour with my knives," he growled. "And I expect the truth then."

He and his goons left. Their laughter echoed back to her, dancing up her spine. She shook her head. Revenge later; Jay now.

Nya brushed Jay's blood-matted hair out of his face. His eyelids fluttered. He whimpered.

She kissed his forehead as gently as she could. "It's okay, it's okay... I've got you."

She squeezed her eyes shut, just feeling his warmth in her arms. She couldn't watch him go through that again.

She wouldn't.

#first time writing ninjago stuff if you can believe it #i won't apologize for being sloppy because the point of this is to have fun and cause pain #ehehe #thank you for the request!#ask game #my wiritng #fanfiction #ninjago

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pennywise-fucker · 2 years

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Frozen Blue

Soldier Boy x Reader x Butcher

Prompt: butcher x reader x soldier boy? where soldier boy's been frozen for so long he can't get himself off, reader decides to help and butcher walks in, and reader encourages him to help too?

A/N: So, I adjusted this slightly, just because I try to keep as in character as I can - I don't necessarily think Butcher would ever participate in a threesome with SB, but this sounded fun and I instantly had an idea so I hope you still like it!

Warning: Sex, swearing

(It's straight up smut, honestly)

"It's not a problem!", Soldier Boy yelled, getting visibly irritated at Y/N, "I was fucking frozen! Maybe you should be trying to help!", he snapped, tilting his head as Y/N grinned. "Okay", she shrugged and wrapped her hands around his stiff dick, "Let me help then", she teased, and he raised his eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his lips and she slowly began stroking him, then lowering to her knees to gently suck the tip.

"Fuck", he groaned and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Y/N continued going between sucking and stroking, speeding up, slowing down, keeping a grip on him as he began pushing himself deeper into her mouth and grunting in pleasure.

It didn't take long before Soldier Boy yanked Y/N up and began ripping her clothes off, starting with her shirt, one pull and it was on the ground. He roughly groped her breast and shoved his other hand between her legs, pushing, then easily pushed her pants and panties to the ground, forcing two fingers inside of her, grinning down at her as she let out a gasp of pleasure and pain. Y/N gripped his member once again and began stroking it quickly, keeping with the pace of his fingers inside of her.

"Whoa-o", came a loud voice from the doorway, stopping Y/N in her tracks and trying to pull back from Soldier Boy, which he refused to let her. "Sorry mate, had no idea", Butcher said, his face turned away from Y/N and Soldier Boy.

"Wait!", Y/N shouted, "You can help!", she insisted. "The fuck I can!", he yelled back, now looking directly at her like she was a nut.

Soldier Boy still had his hand between her legs and was also staring at her like she was nuts.

"No! Not like on him, but obviously there's some assistance needed", she rolled on, "He hasn't been able to, y'know, get off, since he was frozen. Maybe it'd help to have something else", she suggested, shrugging and realizing how weird it probably sounded, especially since part of it was very much due to her attraction to Butcher.

"No!", Butcher yelled, his face contorted in disgust and confusion.

"Wait", Soldier Boy started, "She might be on the right track. Orgies were always my favorite thing anyway. It could help", he nodded, and they both looked at Butcher, who was still stuck in absolute confusion.

"I am not touching any part of him!", he spat, as if he were the only sane person in the room. "You won't", Soldier boy assured him, "I'll bend her over. You take her mouth, I'll take her pussy", he nodded, as if it were the greatest idea in the world.

Y/N move away from Soldier Boy and towards Butcher, him watching her every move, "Just focus on me. Please. It'd make him so much easier to deal with", she softly pleaded, and he shook his head and sighed, "I don't think this is a good idea. It's too fucking weird", he argued, and Y/N slid her hands to his pants, gently tugging at him to come with her. He continued looking at her like she was nuts, but slowly moved with her.

She pulled him to the edge of the bed, then she climbed on backwards, her hands holding onto his pants and beginning to unbutton them and pill his partly hard dick out of his pants. He grabbed his forehead like he couldn't believe this was happening, but allowed her to slide his cock into her warm mouth, softly sucking.

Soldier boy climbed onto the bed behind Y/N, grabbing her hips and forcing himself into her soaking wet pussy.

Y/N moaned and sucked onto Butcher harder, as Soldier Boy slammed roughly into her, holding her hips in place to get exactly how he wanted it. He moved his hand forward and began rubbing her clit, pounding as hard as he could.

Y/N sucked harder and faster onto Butcher, getting more turned on with every moan and grunt from his mouth. He grabbed her head and stared down at just her as he began thrusting into her mouth, using her throat as his personal toy.

Moans and grunts flew through the room and both men pounded into Y/N who was throbbing and cumming as if it were a sport. Her entire body craved both men just using her and taking advantage of her. Soldier Boy, who was practically destroying her, began to slow his thrusts, but kept them rough, nearing his finish, and Y/N attempted to push her hips back onto him further to help him, while Butcher also slowed, watching his own cock slowly moving in and out of Y/N's mouth, looking directly into her eyes and beginning to fasten his pace once again.

Y/N felt Soldier Boy push his whole member inside of her and cum, holding her hips still as he emptied inside of her.

As she attempted to hold still for Soldier Boy, Butcher gripped her throat and pounded into her mouth, staring at her all the while, until he finally filled her mouth and throat with his cum, then pulling back almost immediately.

Soldier Boy had just pulled out and laid back, "What's wrong? Don't wanna stick around?", he chuckled, and Butcher ignore him as he buttoned his pants and adjusted himself. Y/N swallowed and sat up, watching him move towards the door, "This didn't happen", he ordered while looking at Y/N and stepped out, closing the door behind him.

"Don't worry about him", Soldier Boy chuckled as he pulled Y/N back into his arms, "He's just sour because I got the best part", he laughed and sighed comfortably. He kissed her forehead softly, then laid his head on hers, "Just like the old days", he nodded, staring off. "We'll go for another in a few", he said assuringly before laying back with his arms behind his head.

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milesworld96 · 4 months

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My Predictions on who the Devil is or more so who I want it to be

LISTEN PLEASE HEAR ME OUT. We have Roddy going around claiming that he’s Adam’s Bestfriend, as well as MJF. But why don’t we bring back someone who also had a very close relationship with Adam Cole?

We have Adam appear at World’s End for MJF, have MJF win against Joe WITHOUT cheating this time. And after the match everything goes dark and the Devil comes out, the Devil attacks MJF; having Joe already left the arena and Adam being forced to watch his tag partner being harmed once again without him being able to help. After beating down on Max, the Devil faces Adam and removes his mask. Revealing my wife Kyle O’Reily. We go down the angle where Kyle is angry at Adam for choosing Max over Roddy when they had been together longer than he has with Max. (Referencing to their Undisputed Era/Elite days; ofc without Bobby this time💔). This spirals into another heart breaking and sob inducing story between Adam and Max; where Adam is conflicted between choosing the Undisputed Elite and Max once more, as both sides keep pressuring themselves onto Adam.

Eventually it comes to the point where Adam is forced to choose between them, at first appearing to Choose Max over them; before pulling the same shit he did to Roderick on NXT. Betraying Max, and reuniting the Undisputed Elite officially on AEW. This would lead ofc to a title match for Kyle O’Reily and Maxwell; with Roderick & Adam by his side (maybe the Kingdom if they still w Roderick at this time, we could replace Bobby with them ig). This would leave Maxwell all alone, and realize that everyone is truly against him and that he has no one left (since the Acclaimed basically said they wanted nothing to do with him too). So this betrayal of Adam and reunification of the Undisputed Elite will lead to the demise of Adamjf (when Cole gets better) AND the return of heel Max. Cus as much as I love babyface Maxwell, I need the douchebag he once was back asap.

Overall, if it really is Kyle O’Reily and I somehow manifested this into reality I think the adamjf story would be one of the greatest stories told tbh. I just really need the closure for them. And I rlly just want Kyle O’Reily back, I miss my wife💔💔. I’m not that good at making stories so I hoped this made sense💀 or atleast sounds a lil realistic

And here is the one that’s most likely to be true, but I already know the twitter fucks are gonna be pissed ab 💀💀

This is mostly just do to all the speculations and ppl (me) making fun of the whole real glass situation at All In, but what’s actually insane is the amount of glass was actually used and broken throughout the beatings people have taken with the Devil’s henchmen😭 like, Anthony being thrown through a glass window, Max having a glass bottle broken over him, and Hangman being dropped into a car windshield. Absolutely insane at how much glass they are using, that it’s honestly making me wanna believe that they are purposely using real glass as a symbol for Jack Perry.

Story wise I have no clue as to how they are gonna get this to work, and how they’d continue with it if they do reveal it to be Jack. Cause I know a lot of ppl are gonna be let down (not me I’ll just be happy my gf came back from war), but if it is Jack I hope tk knows what he is doing. And I HOPE that they can actually turn this into an interesting feud if this becomes reality 🙏🙏

But he could also just return and reignite the feud between him and Christian as well. But idk!!! I just need him back💔

#if you couldn’t tell I just rlly miss them #WHEN ARE THEY COMING BACK FROM WAR #I WANT KYLE OREILY AND JACK PERRY BACK PLEASE🩷🩷🩷#kyle o'reilly #jack perry #jungleboy #undisputed era #undisputed elite #adam cole #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #roderick strong #the devil aew #aew #I might cry if it’s WARDLOW #I DONT want that please

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iguana-eyanna · 2 years

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Back To The Start

Summary: Lewis is nervous to speak the words he longs to say when his best friend comes back into his life again.

A/N: this was requested by @haarrrys

hope you enjoy!!

You got off a long flight, drawing air as you hated the smell of airplanes. You hated airplanes altogether, often feeling naseua and was forced to sit next to the most horrible people.

But you made an exception, especially when you're supporting your longest friend: Lewis.

You've been best friends since diapers, as the two of you often got in trouble at school for talking too much in class. As you got older, Lewis even snuck you into a pub he was performing with his brother's band. He even was there for you at the hospital when you broke your leg and showed up to every physical therapy appointment.

So when he left home to become one of the world's greatest songwriters, you were beaming with pride. You two would be talking in different time zones as one missed the other or someone just wanted to say hear the other's voice. So when Lewis really wanted you to come to America to see him sing, you didn't pass the opportunity.

So that brought you here, waiting outside of the airport with your luggage as you were looking for a familiar face.

You suddenly see someone parking near the pickup area and got out of the car with his signature hoodie and sweats, but wears a face mask. Maybe he was just being cautious for your safety or he didn't want to be recognized, but you knew that mop of hair anywhere.

You ran up to Lewis, smiling underneath your mask as both of you opened your arms to give a bone crushing hug.

"Hey, you." Lewis murmured in your hair.

You chuckle a bit, relieved that you're finally here with him.

Once you let go, there was this sudden pause. It was like both of you just realized this has been the first time you're together in person since the pandemic. There have been really tough moments in the past two years, but you were so thankful that it brought you here.

Lewis returns back to his senses as he coughs to the side, regaining speech. "Let me grab your bag, you must be exhausted." He said, already reaching for your luggage. Once he goes to the back, you settle in the passenger seat. Lew comes back to the driver's side, grinning that you're actually here.

"I thought you'd be surrounded by security guards and drive in a limousine." you joked as you two hit the highway.

"Please, you think I have the money for that? But that will happen this week for the concert." He said.

You shake your head, laughing. "I still can't believe you're singing at THE Hollywood Bowl." You said, noticing the L.A. night sky.

"Me too, I've been so busy with touring and press that I completely forgot." He said, making a turn.

"Oh, I'm Lewis Capaldi. I'm so swamped with making my mark in the industry and hanging with Niall Horan that I forgot that I'm singing at the most iconic place on earth." You sarcastically stated.

"You do not say Niall's name in vain." Lewis remarked until both of you were in fits of laughter. Soon enough, you turned in at the hotel you're staying. Both of you got out and took your luggage up and walked inside without a hitch. After taking an elevator, Lewis lead the way as he opened a door with his key. You two walked in and see that it's a two beds facing a TV and a sliding door that showcased most of California.

"I saved that bed by the window for you. I know you like the sunlight hitting your face when you wake up. Still think that's weird." Lew said, placing your luggage by the foot of your mattress.

You roll your eyes at him as you sit down by a lounge chair. You look out again, still not believing you're here.

"Okay, I'm going to shower. Would it be okay if we could order takeout?" you ask, already getting up.

"Yeah, I'll order us some food and drinks. Take your time." He said.

"I'm going to venmo you whether you like it or not!" You shouted as you made it to the bathroom, knowing he'd always cover the bill.

All you could hear was him chuckling under his breath before he was on his phone, searching for where to order food. Suddenly, he gets a notification on his phone from Twitter. He presses it with curiosity and his eyes squint at the tweet.

Suddenly, he realizes that it's a picture of him and you hugging at the airport not even an hour ago that read

"Singer Lewis Capaldi picking up mystery girlfriend?"

Lewis felt disgusted that someone took a picture without your consent. He was always protective of you, even when you were kids. He exits twitter and just focused on getting food.

He headed down to grab takeout and knocked on the door, announcing it's him

"I'm good, Lew!" you hollered.

He opens the door and walks in to see you in your uni sweatshirt, shorts, and fuzzy socks. You look up and smile brightly, making him warm inside.

"Yes, I'm starving!" you grinned, raising your arms to reach out for the bag. He sat next to you on your bed as you opened up the platter.

As you started eating, you noticed how Lew wasn't saying much.

"Hey, what's bothering you?" you ask, taking a bite.

"It's nothing, trust me." Lewis said, picking his food.

"Lew, it's me for crying out loud. You don't look ok." You said, putting down your food.

He takes a deep breath and follows your actions, wiping his palms as it became clammy.

"A pap took a picture of us at the airport and a tabloid is speculating we're an item. I'm just getting upset that I got you in this mess." He said, knowing you're a private person.

"Thank you for telling me, but I knew things like this were going to happen. You did warn me after all before I came here, and your manager told me to watch a 30-minute video about media exploitation." You said, making Lewis laugh again.

You reach out for his hand and squeezed it.

"I'm fine, you're fine, we're all fine. Soon this will all blow over like it never happened, trust me." You said.

Lewis felt a bit relieved after your words as he held onto your hand for a bit longer.

"Okay, but I still promised you a day of shopping and sightseeing. So don't think you can stay here in this lavish hotel without me."

You threw your head back, laughing as you lied onto the bed. Lewis did the same as he stared at you naming the things you've always wanted to do in your stay here.

The next day, it was filled with laughs and adventures with Lew's security guard. As a joke, Lewis signed up for those tourists buses that go around Hollywood boulevard searching for celebrities and you two were snickering that no one knew he was even on the bus.

You then took a stroll around and pointed out a clothing store, saying you needed an outfit for the concert. You were looking at the racks, not finding anything that sparked your interest. Lew came on your left, holding a hanger that had a dress.

"Thought this would work." He said.

You thank him and took it, still searching for more things.

Soon, he sat down on the couches as you walked out to show him your fits. Some were cute and silly, but nothing really stuck.

"Okay, I'm trying out yours. Ready?" You ask out loud.

"Ready as you are!" He hollered.

You slowly made your way out, feeling a bit nervous. Lewis' eyes widen a bit as he sat in his seat properly, looking at you.

"Wow." he said.

"Really? I thought it was alright, but I wasn't sure." You said, twirling around as you stared at the mirror.

"You look... pretty." Lewis said.

You slightly blush as you look back at him.

"Yeah, because you picked it out for me. But, I will be getting this dress. Thanks, Lew." You said, smiling at him before you changed.

Lewis' heart started beating a bit faster as he dramatically sat back on the couch.

"Oh no." he whispered to himself.

He's in love with his best friend.

After that moment, he's been feeling so nervous around you. You've noticed his mannerisms and thought that you did something. So, you two were hanging out, pretending that nothing was wrong. Lewis felt so bad but he knew if he uttered one word, he'd scared you off saying he loves you.

On the day of his performance, you haven't shared a lot of words with each other. You were kinda relieved as he was swamped with sound check and fittings. You decided to just find a place to breathe and found a staircase no one was using.

You put your hands on your temple as your elbows rested on your knees.

"Hey, I've been looking all over for you." a voice called out for you.

You look over to see Lewis standing at the top step. He then walked down and sat next to you.

"You hiding away from me?" he jokes.

"Lew, not now." You said lowly.

He was taken back by your tone.

"What's going on?" he asks sympathetically.

You release a sigh and look at him.

"Are we okay? Because half of the week, you've been wanting me to fly out here to support you and now you've been avoiding me every time we're alone." You stated.

Lewis is now in a bind, realizing his actions were hurting you.

"I'm sorry, believe me when I say this. I've just been feeling, I don't know how to say it without-"

Lewis gets cut off as he hears an announcement for him to be backstage in 5 minutes.

"You need to go, we can talk about this later." You said, feeling a bit let down.

Lewis tried to talk again, but you weren't ready to listen just yet.

He got up and left you, feeling guilty that he hurt you.

Finally, he was on stage singing, giving a great performance. He tried his best not to show his emotions but his mind felt like tangled wires. Once he came to his closing number, he looks to his left and sees you standing there, looking so proud at him. One thing about you is that even if you and him had arguments or fights, you would always still support each other no matter what. It's when Lewis realized that there was no one else who could replace you.

He takes a swig of his water and returned to his microphone, going off script like he usually does.

But this one was different than his past performances.

"I'm not very good with words, especially when I swear like a fucking sailor."

The crowd laughs along with him, but you can tell he's getting a bit shy.

"This song I wrote awhile back... it was meant for someone. I really missed them since I left home, so I decided to write a song about it. The first time I ever performed it was in front of her over facetime, and she said it was her favorite song. But little did she know, it was me telling her that I loved her."

He looks back at you for a moment, giving you a look that had a thousand words. Lewis turns away.

"Here's to everyone who want's to go back to the start." He said, grabbing his guitar as he started to play.

Out of focus, didn't take a second to notice Now we're separated by oceans, vast Couldn't make this last

I wish I'd have stayed 'Cause love can find a way to make your feet run heavy Make your heart run steady Then it breaks, so I'm praying that you're feeling the same

Backstage, you were beyond speechless as you stand there, listening to your best friend's words. You finally understood every lyric he sang.

If you can hear me, does it really have to end? I feel you close, although you're eight hours ahead If we can pick it up, then just tell me where and when We'll go back to the start again If you can hear me, does it really have to end? I feel you close, although you're eight hours ahead If we can pick it up, just tell me where and when We'll go back to the start again

You know I spent some time in Hollywood tryna find Something to get the thought of you and I off my mind So tell me honey, oh, when you're just a step away from falling apart Do you ever feel like going back to the start? Oh, you know I would if I could Maybe I spent more time in Hollywood than I should So tell me honey, oh, when you're just a step away from falling apart Do you ever feel like going back to the start?

The audience cheered after he was done singing. Taking off his guitar, he whips his head around to you, slowly making his way in your direction.

Your feet walk up to him till both of you run towards each other, enveloping each other's embrace as he crashed his lips into yours.

Everyone roared as they see you both kiss on stage. As if on cue, fireworks start to spark out loud. You pull away, staring at the person you've loved all along.

"You have a funny way of showing your feelings." You said, tearing up.

Lewis wipes away the tears as he smiles at you.

"I'm sorry, for everything." he said.

"There's only one way for me to forgive you: kiss me again." You said.

Lewis smirks, then kissed you again as you wrap your arms around his neck. Fans cheered for you again as fireworks still go around the venue.

That night was the best night at the Hollywood Bowl, as Lewis got to be in love with his best friend.

#lewis capaldi #lewis capaldi imagine #lewiscapaldi #lewis capaldi fan fiction #lewis capaldi x reader #lewis capaldi x you

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kylowritten · 1 year

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If the Slipper Fits

Pairings: Kylo Ren x ForceSensitive!Reader

Summary: Nobody wants to be the woman whose foot fits that slipper.

Warnings: none that I can think of, but please let me know if you notice one

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Kylo is back next chapter👀

Part Seven

Morning comes quicker than you would’ve liked.

With the lack of windows and sunlight, you could’ve slept forever, and you probably would’ve if not for the stream of admirers coming to congratulate you on escaping the castle and surviving the stonebadger attack. Word travels fast in the caves, apparently.

You’re not entirely sure that it didn’t have to do with Rey, though, who repeatedly retold the story of finding you cornered in the hot springs with gusto. The first few times you listened good-naturedly, but grew tired of reliving the moment after hearing it so many times. Especially because your thoughts focused rather traitorously on the moments preceding the one in her story, the ones that, gratefully, no one else was around to witness.

“I hope you’re not too tired for one more visitor,” came a voice, breaking you from your memories.

“Never,” you say, although you watch the former queen approach with an increasing sense of dread. Leia settles on the empty bed beside you.

In all honesty, she might’ve been the last person you wanted to speak with, besides maybe her son. If only she knew what transpired the night before. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you also were weary about following out her request to return to the castle and rescue Kylo, who you were mostly certain was incapable of being saved.

“How are you feeling?” Leia asks. “Rey is outside regaling a crowd with your heroics.”

You smile sheepishly. “I hardly did anything worth noting. Her and Poe were the ones to stop it, not me.”

“Either way, it’s clear that she thinks highly of you,” Leia says. A mask slips over her face then, replacing the expression of motherly concern to one of a diplomatic queen. “I’m not going to pretend that my motives for visiting you aren’t partially because I was hoping for your answer.”

“I know,” you reply. Frankly, you would be insulted if she believed you thought anything else.

“I realize you haven’t been able to give much thought to, with everything,” she says, waving her hand to encompass the events over the past day.

You wince. “No, not really.”

It’s a lie. In your waking moments, all you’ve thought about was your current situation.

“I sent a message to Luke on the off chance that you accept,” Leia says. “He hasn’t taught anyone…well, in a very long time. In fact, his last student was Ben.”

“Really? What happened?”

Leia’s lips purse. “It’s really not my place to say. Let’s just leave it that Ben and my brother do not get along.”

You frown but know not to press. This made you curious about the royal family, and about Kylo Ren himself. He killed his own father, banished his mother, and now you’ve been told that he had a poor relationship with his uncle. And you thought that your family life was messy.

“Do you think he’s even willing to help?” You ask.

“It’s hard to say,” Leia admits. “But he’s always had a tendency to do whatever I tell him.”

You think back to the stonebadger attack and, annoyingly enough, Kylo’s tough love training tactic. You hated to admit he was right. It wouldn’t have been a problem if you knew magic, if you could bend the Force to your will. You needed someone to teach you. And to have Luke Skywalker, one of the greatest magic-users of all time partake in that? You would be ridiculous to decline such an offer.

But you’re not sure you’re ready to accept yet.

Leia opens her mouth, but then closes it. Finally, she says, “I’m also not going to pretend that the information I’m about to present to you isn’t only for your benefit but also the benefit of my agenda.”

“I’m listening.”

At least she was being truthful. You could handle the truth, not hidden and distorted in lies like shadows in a mirror.

“The fourth district is…rebelling, I suppose, for lack of a word.” She pauses as if to let you process this information. You don’t tell her that you already know. “They aren’t letting anyone in, including us. I believe our ambitions are the same but…well, nevermind. What I’m trying to say is, it’s not happening peacefully. And I’m not sure how they plan to survive without anyone in, not even shipments.”

Leia referred to the rations that the First Order sent weekly to each district in a bid to share resources while also ensuring that one district never became too powerful. The First Order controlled food supplies, clothing, and other essentials.

You frown. You know that your district isn’t self sustainable, and that denying the shipments will be detrimental to its survival.

“Why would they do that?” You ask.

Leia shakes her head. “I’m not sure. Rumor has it that they’re rebelling for you, though.”

“For me?” Your frown deepens, brows pulling downwards. “I don’t understand.”

"Word caught about your stepmother hiding away your stepsisters, and how unfair your treatment was. I believe that, in combination with taking girls from each district, incited quite a bit of rage. They're angry about the whole system, calling for the First Order to step down."

“Isn't that what you want, too?"

"It is," Leia sighs. "But they seem to think that, since I'm leading, I would just perpetuate the system and no real changes would be made." Her face twists. "It's my own fault. I sat back and allowed too much to happen without interfering. But that's why I want to do better."

"But you need me," you add, giving voice to the words she left unsaid.

"I believe the first step is saving Ben from Palpatine, and then perhaps we can start to dismantle this terrible system." She looks at you in earnest. "But I didn't just tell you about your district for my own gain. If you go back to the castle and separate yourself from me, you might be able to reason with your district."

You pull the covers up tighter around you, as if they could protect you from your troubles. "But wouldn't I just be aligning myself with Kylo?"

"Yes, but you would be more sympathetic that way. Part of the reason they're rebelling is because he took you. I think you might have a shot," she says, lifting a shoulder. "At least more than you do here. They won't even listen to me."

"How long do I have to think on it?"

"I'm sending another patrol tomorrow afternoon to the castle to investigate how they're rebuilding after the surprise we gave them," Leia says. "I'll leave you until then."

You’re discharged later in the afternoon with instructions on how to properly care for your wound. Equipped with directions from the medic, you head to the barracks. It’s along the way that you overhear snippets of conversation from passing rebels, enough bits and pieces to form a singular focal point.

“—my sister lives in the fifth district, and she told me that nobody came for them today.”

“No more brides?”

“I heard that girl from the fourth district —”

You scurry away. Based on the tone of the last person, you didn’t want to hear what they had to say. Finally you hit the barracks, which is a series of connected rooms featuring several bunk beds. A familiar set of buns falls into your view, and you rush to Rey’s side.

“Is it true what they’re saying?”

Rey startles, then exclaims your name. “It’s you! I didn’t think they would let you out so early. With all of the blood —”

“Is it true? There hasn’t been another bride today?” You ask, slightly hysteric.

Rey frowns. “It’s true.” She studies you skeptically. “Are you sure you’re okay? Did the medics give you a psych eval? Because I can bring you back and —”

You shake your head. “No, no, I’m fine. Really. I just can’t believe it.”

“Crazy, huh?” Rey asks. “It’s the first time in over a year. I don’t think people know what to do with themselves.”

The thought elicits a myriad of emotions within you — delight, surprise, relief. You hadn’t thought about Kylo picking a new bride, but discover you’re glad he didn’t. Would you have been jealous? It’s not an avenue you particularly want to explore.

“Has he said why?”

“Kylo? No. He just hasn’t sent out any troopers with the slipper.” She shrugs. “We probably won’t ever figure out why, but I think I know why.”

When you look at her, bewildered, she laughs and adds, “C’mon, it’s because of you! Obviously he’s found whatever he’s looking for.”

“Why isn’t he coming looking for me then?” You ask in a hushed tone. This has bothered you. His words — you’ll be back — haunt you.

“Maybe he is and we just don’t know it. Whatever the reason, I just know that he wouldn’t let you go unless he had something planned. You saw how he is, he obviously just doesn’t let something go that he thinks is his.” She curses. “Bastard.”

His words strike you again. The smugness, the all-knowing tilt of his head. It makes your blood boil, relighting the flame inside you.

“He knows I’ll come back to him,” you mumble. Stiffening your spine, you tell Rey, “I don’t know if I have a choice not to. But the least I can do is make sure I do it on my own terms.”

Leia glances up at you from her desk. “I’ve been expecting you,” she says.

What was with this family and anticipating your movements?

You left Rey alone and rather confused, fleeing to hunt down the room that Leia used as her own personal office. Thankfully she was there, because your side was splitting with pain and you weren’t sure you could’ve traveled farther.

Resisting the urge to lean over with your hands on your knees and breathe in through your mouth, you plop down in one of the chairs across from the former queen.

“I want to do it.”

Leia perks up. “Really?”

“Yes.” You do your best to look confident. “But I’m going to do it on my terms. Not yours or Kylo’s. Mine.”

“Of course. Anything,” Leia says.

Emboldened, you make your first request: “I’m tired of always doing what I’m told. If I’m going to save Kylo, I’m going to do it independently of you or anyone else. I’m going to operate alone.”

Part Eight

#cinderella #fanfic #force sensitive #forced marriage #kylo ren #kylo ren fanfic #kylo x reader #kylo x you #one thousand and one nights #star wars

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beatupcorpse · 1 year

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look I made that AU for me and my need of my monkey brothers bcuz this fandom has me completely starved. I JUST WANT BONDING AND PAIN TIMES

the title refers to -SWK's- greatest fear, which is to fail MK so badly that this is how things end up, the kid the Lady's new weapon.

i already said it and kinda showed it in my post but MK takes the hit instead of SWK and immediately this is bad this is terrible he attacking right out of the bat. his hits actually hurt. SWK realizes this is full power MK.

since we know that the possessed are still aware of everything, on MK's sight, getting himself trapped like this just kinda leaves him defeated and becomes the perfect vessel for LBD. doesnt help that he is terrified of this demon

This whole situation is a bit different from possessed!SWK who could hold back punches and fight off his possession even if just a lil bit at first. MK won't get that. He is the perfect weapon for LBD basically. doesn't take much energy to control, equal to SWK in power and cannot hold back. DISASTER

Even worse! His friends don't want to hurt him in the first place! w SWK it was easy because fuck the guy amiright, but this is MK! their friend! Mei's bestie!!!! Dadsy's son!!!!!!!!!!!! it hurts to see MK and be met with souless eyes and murderous intentions

haha.... haaaaaaa...this means that when Mac teams up with them....he and SWK get to have moments oh god I can't let my shipper brain take hold. is FIEN, WE JUST GET MORE DIVORCE ARGUMENTS but also perhaps maybe they are very in sync as they talk about the plan? Mei would probably make fun of em. ok thats it thats all Im giving myself .... and the rest of the time they spent together

aND MAN!! SWK IS JUST SO FILLED WITH GUILT!! probably super numb and serious now. trying to make a plan. muttering to himself. Mei forces him out of his bubble and demands him to act like he is part of the team and share ideas or else they (and MK) are TOAST. and he has to SUCK IT UP AND LISTEN. FOR ONCE!!!!!

we get a "you're right pony girl" "I HAVE A NAME" to light up the mood anyway

bcuz at the end of the day, the team would have to be divided just like in the show, just that instead of MK is SWK. Lucky for Mac tho, in this au he doesn't have to fight MK alone, now he has SWK to take half of the hits. its his time to suffer as he tries to defend himself against his own power, take the staff and try his hardest to not hurt the kid.

whenever he does land a hit on him!! man that feels terrible. LBD taunts him about it. careful there, u wouldn't want to take out ur own student. SWK could maybe win if he put his all, he is the monkey kiing after all. but he would rather take a beating and hear her laugh her head off.

Im not talkin much about Mac bcuz I think he would be taken out of the competition so fast. sad sight. he still tried tho. hes bleeding but not dead he is fine i promise. he is happy to just let SWK take it from there

btw don't think too hard about the staff and how its in MK's hands and not stabbed into the ground just shhhhshshshs. wireless charging the mecha (i actually dont remember if thats what it was doing)

but fuck the staff man. IS DESPERATION TIME! SWK starts talking to MK. he apologizes for everything. he begs. "MK. forget everything Ive told you, listen to me now: you cannot give up"

MK seems to stutter in his next attack. SWK blocks it and keeps talking

"Don't give up on me and especially don't give up on yourself. fight it out kid. I believe in you"

The blue glow of MK's eyes weakens. the sounds of LBD struggling increase the more SWK talks to him. she tries to shut him up. MK now has SWK on a chokehold. Still, the annoying ass monkey won't shut up.

The grip in his neck tightens but he continues

"You have such great friends. You need to keep on fighting for them. They miss you too."

"You're something special bud and not because you are the monkie kid."

His expression starts to change

"I'm proud to be your mentor. Please come back"

and MK snaps out of it.

from there I feel like itd be pretty much the same. as u can see the au is not terrible different. is just different enough for me to get SWK being honest and sweet to MK and MK to listen everything he needed to hear. and also pain. I could span on many lil things but is very late and im basically ripping this off my chest so its just out here

oh and also

I get a real hug between them in this AU

#ghost talk #rotten art #worDS ARE ART!!#juvenile monkey

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Ok wait. The "trap for you" mv is making me go insane. But also, imagine the player in self aware au putting two characters that dont get along in that mv because they ship them, but inside the game, the idols are just dying inside, and praying that you don't play the mv over and over again.

I kind of imagine Rinne and Himeru in that scenario. Rinne's cool with it and would probably take advantage of the situation to annoy Himeru. Our dear Merumeru on the other hand is feeling murderous and just wants to throw Rinne off the stage.

Same here anon, I still can´t believe happyele really did that. Like do they not realize how much power they just gave players? And while obviously it´s super neat to put together some of your favorite ships, I also thinks it´s super funny to pair up characters that wouldn´t get along at all snflsefn

Can´t wait to pair up Eichi and Shu for ultimately cursed screenshots slnflbsf

gn reader

tw yandere, mention of murder

The player puts their ship in the Trap for you MV but the characters in question don´t get along at all

I think you mentioned two really good pairs for this, anon! There´s already some of that in the game for Rinne and HiMERU. One of my favorite parts in Paranoia Street is the part where Rinne puts an arm around HiMERU and he immediately pushes him away, resulting in Rinne shooting him awkward finger guns and going right back to dancing. Maybe my humor is also broken but that part is so funny to me skjnflbf

HiMERU honestly feels like he must have entered some kind of hell to be subjected to this. Just what were you thinking? He dearly hopes you just happened to put them in this situation because they were the strongest cards in your roster and that you didn´t do this on purpose. Surely you´ll realize your mistake and remember not to do this again, right? Please don´t make him ever do this again!

He wishes he could just push away Rinne but he doesn´t want to damage HiMERU´s reputation too much by causing a scandal like that so he simply tries to bear with it.

Rinne *would* be an absolute shit about this though, you´re 100% right. He´s kind of having the time of his life just messing with Merumeru, getting a kick out of seeing him so visibly upset but unable to change anything about this situation. He´s kind of all over him just for fun and is going to tease him about this entire ordeal even far into the future.

Oh god Yuzuru and Ibara, there´s so much mutual dislike and hatred between the both of them so they would both be absolutely flabbergasted when they´re notified that you put the both of them in a team to starr in Trap for You. Ibara specifically designed this choreography to draw in more fans but he kind of regrets the decision right now, now that´s he´s been forced to act so intimate with his greatest enemy.

Yuzuru tries to keep a normal face but his smile is getting very strained indeed. Why oh why did you think this was a good idea? He´s not one to question the master he is serving but he can´t help but wonder what went on in your head to decide on this.

The mental image of them kind of turning this entire thing into a fight is so funny sjdbld Like they´re just openly glaring at each other in moments where they´re supposed to act all soft and gentle. They just can´t do it, dear player.

I don´t even know if the game would let you see what is actually going on behind the screen so while you´re smiling at the way they´re dancing together, they´re like *this* close to throwing hands live on stage dfsjdfljnf

They´re just pushing each other around while pretending to smile and they kind of both want to just murder each other to make this stop

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abyssmarked · 7 months

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* closed starter | @n1ghtwarden

nepharia isn't proud of herself for a lot of the choices she's made in the name of self preservation. she could have annihilated minthara at moonrise towers and no one would have batted an eye, and maybe minthara would have deserved it. but if the drow deserves it, then nepharia is no less guilty. she has no less innocent blood on her hands. and when their tadpoles connected their minds inside of those stone walls that night, nepharia almost instantly felt empathy for the drow. her mind was desperate, and she was afraid. that fear is something nepharia knows all too well, that will to survive, to become something stronger so nothing can ever fuck with you again.

at first, their alliance was mostly selfish on nepharia's part. sure, she empathized, but she also empathized with the tieflings from the grove and that didn't get them far. no, at first, the succubus saw minthara as a strong, bloodthirsty accessory, someone to keep around to help enhance her chances of survival. but there's something in the quiver of the drow's voice sometimes when she speaks, a touch of softness in her stern eyes when she actually manages a genuine smile -- something in the mystery of minthara that neph finds herself so drawn to. there's more to this warrior than meets the eye, and nepharia is curious to know what that might be. curious to know who she is. all of her greatest fears, her deepest desires, her hardest traumas.

curiosity about other people, wanting to learn them, caring about what happens to them : these are all foreign concepts to nepharia. the last time she let herself love someone, she ended up having to kill them. a pain so deep, so forever searing, that she would rather be another reclusive monster in the shadows, only emerging for another kill. the thing she's best at. astarion was the first person to start cracking away at that hard exterior. she used him at first as well, same as she used minthara. survival. she seduced him, to gain his trust. little did she know, he was doing the exact same thing. recently, they decided that neither of them wanted a lover in the other, but a friend. nepharia doesn't believe she's ever had a friend, not a real one. not until running across this bunch of tadpole infested freaks.

now, nepharia finds herself at minthara's tent where she's secluded herself away from the others at camp, unable to contend with the magnetism drawing her to the drow, like a moth to a flame. her tent always did glow the brightest. it's funny, in a way. nepharia is the succubus, yet she feels as though minthara has her under a charm spell : perhaps nepharia is desperate to feel something. to use her body as more than just a weapon. to connect with someone again. nepharia recalls the night her choices lead to innocents being murdered, by her own hand, no less. in that moment, she never could have imagined she would have felt the telepathic caress of minthara's sensual touch with any amount of pleasure. in this moment, she finds herself fantasizing about it. the craving to touch and to be touched and the sensation be genuine, not motivated by murderous intentions or the addictive nature of feeding off of a person's life-force, that mortal desire to be known intimately by someone -- it's all nepharia can think about right now.

' it's late, ' her voice is quiet, a hair above a whisper, clawed bare feet treading softly through the grass as she approaches the drow, clad in her usual camp attire : a black, leather bra, and skin tight pants made of the same material, ' i'm surprised you're still awake, but -- i'm also pleased. i couldn't sleep, ' she's realizing she has no idea how to begin a conversation with minthara, wondering how this can be so easy with prey yet so difficult with her, ' perhaps i could interest you in my company ? ' neph asks with a knowing smirk, knowing that the two of them haven't exactly gotten to know each other very well yet, and knowing that minthara can very easily turn down the offer, still she adds, ' i'm great at deception and playing a part, but you'll have to forgive me, i'm not proficient in just... socializing like a normal person, i'm afraid. but i want to. i want to talk with you. ' that might be the most intimate thing she's asked someone to do with her in a very long time.

#n1ghtwarden #closed starter.#url goes hard btw lol #i ship these two so hard already #neph be an awkward bean at first lol

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spellsword177 · 2 years

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Thoughts on Fence: Rise (Volume Five)

Warning! The following will contain spoilers for Fence: Rise (Volume Five). Please proceed at your own risk. Volume Five is in the bag, and, as usual, I cannot wait to see The Halverton Training Camp story arc concludes in the next issue. Naturally, I had some thoughts in order from least important to most important.

It was great seeing Kally and Tanner again if only for a moment.

So far, I like MacRob the best out of the competing schools, Halverton is okay, but I cannot stand the snobs from Lowther who seem to think their all that and a bag of chips despite placing fourth. I’m very interested to see more of Terrell Holmes, Nate Spencer, Gian Torres, and Marcus Washington who all seem very cool and interesting new additions. I’m also curious to see more of Hector Ramirez and Stefano “Van” Remo as we didn’t see much from either of them.

I adored Dante letting Bobby put pom hair ties in his hair. If that isn’t love, I’ll eat your hat. Unofficial boyfriend anyone? It was also great Bobby getting the role of Team Manager; I’m happy for that little ray of sunshine.

The only reason Aiden isn’t better at fencing has to do with his personal lack of interest and Harvard’s ranking. If Harvard improves his low lines, Aiden would likely move up alongside of him.

I suspect Seiji will at minimum either lose a point or even a practice match in the next volume. The question is will it be Scott Langtree (who will be disappointed not to gain a new teammate), Marcus Washington (who shows the greatest talen), or Saunchul Park (who is clearly out for blood) that lands the blow. Seiji is very disciplined and fast, but he is also arrogant and a bit predictable which is likely a major contributor to how Jesse beat him. He may want to be a bit more dynamic in how he approaches his future matches. As for Jesse and Seiji, I’m not surprised they were more at one time than simply friends as it was heavily hinted at in France. I don’t for a moment believe Seiji ever saw Jesse in that way nor do I think what they had together was in any way healthy. The real villain is Robert Coste.

I’m not surprised, but I am disappointed that once again Nicholas is at the bottom of the fencing order. In all fairness, he is being forced to improve his two weakest areas of technique and defense through these drills. I’m pleased he’s shown improvement, and I look forward to him proving once again to be a fast learner. All he needs is Jesse’s skill to be monster at fencing possibly even the greatest. I suspect the series will end with some combination Nicholas, Seiji, and Jesse on the piste at the state finals.

Previously, I have posted about which person will be the first to realize how Nicholas is related to Jesse. Once again, we have movement in which Bobby Rodriguez noticed similarities in Jesse’s and Nicholas’s respective styles. I suspect Coach Williams may already know, but if she does, she isn’t making it obvious in any way.

Finally, we have the return of Kyle Allen who conveniently didn’t mention how he was Jesse’s cousin, though I suspect his mother is Robert Coste’s sister making him also related to Nicholas. I can say he is clearly overplaying how close he is to Jesse as he had no idea who Nicholas was, or the fact Jesse is eyeing him as threat for Seiji’s attention and a potential threat on the piste. Likewise, he isn't attending Exton with Jesse Coste even though they are "so close." Out of everyone, he would be the last person to recognize and except Nicholas Cox as Jesse Coste’s long lost half-brother. I would love for the rematch where Nicholas wipes the floor with him, but I’ll settle for his shock over Nicholas finally beating Emmet Scott by the end of the training camp.

The next chapter cannot come soon enough. Maybe Nate Spencer’s statement of “It’s the Kind of Place that changes everything” may prove to be prophetic foreshadowing. I will look forward to whatever may transpire. Go King's Row!

#Fence Comic #Book Review #Fence Rise #Volume Five #Seiji Katayama #Nicholas Cox #Kyle Allen

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Another thing! The flamboyant Supervillian AU really got to me so I’m ranting about that too :)

I really do love the idea that Kokichi would in fact steal the Mona Lisa or some other priceless relic and treat it like everyday groceries. Diamond ring? Check. Million-dollar art work? Oh, can’t for get that. And on his way out, most times he will flee the scene indescribably, but there are other times where he’ll walk right out the front of the museum “un-armed” besides a few ringpops and messes with the cops even more by cartoon grappling up the building. He always does it with new cops because the others just couldn’t handle his bull even after 15 minutes of bickering, to him the looks on their faces are more priceless than his loot at the moment.

The heroes are a different story though, because they just don’t come and go as they please. Yes they’re tired of his shit but its what heroes do or whatever. (kind of annoys the hell out of him, but not enough to stop stealing from fat-cats) Even though he looks frail, Kokichi actually puts up one hell of a fight, strategically more or less. Because a mega mind supervillain such as himself doesn’t have as much time for weight lifting than he does for a mental breakdown in his office.

Now Shuichi! He himself is known to be taken seriously and dealt with cautiously as he’s basically in the Top 5# greatest super villains list in the world. His cold, static demeanor when creating to carrying out his plans sometimes even puts off the heroes themselves. The reason he’s so good at what he does is because he used to be on the police force, getting honest and vital information from the source. This means that he knows the ins and outs of how police work, the law, how much evidence they have against him in a case and their private information. The end goal isn’t to use that against them though, the reason he’s a super villian now is because he began to realize how messed up the law and police system had became, and from the moment he turned 18 he’a made it clear he wants absolutely nothing to do with the police since.

Now, take these two completely opposite outviews on the police and heroes and what do you get? Apparently a match made in heaven. The way these two met isn’t something I can think of right now, but what I do know is that they hit off pretty well. Maybe a bump in with each other while stealing the same relic or historical art portrait, but they both decided in some way or another to let there guards down because it’s a fellow villain.

In disguise, they go on a few dates in public and in private to get to know each other, and connect over their dislike for the police and law. Soon enough they decide to stop talking about it and do something with their newly declared partnership. This may happen over the span of six weeks or six months but it’s definitely a slow burn, they probably only begin dating after working together in public, as they not only get to see how they’re like off duty, but what they’re like when they’re on the job.

When the two most infuriating villains in the world go on stand by for theft, the heroes begin to notice before anyone else, and just when they think they ran a cold case after all these years, the two bounce back full force, doing a double heist and making it very clear they’re now seeing, working and committing crime together. (Bonus points if one of the heroes are Kaito)

The heroes then begin to realize that their job didn’t only get twice as hard, but the multiple of that as well. Even by themselves their power is exponential, together they even managed to pass out presents to every kid in their area on Christmas. That is if you count Panta and lollipops as gifts. Not only do the heroes realize their job is harder, but that they really are made for one another. The way they work and act rub off on one another and they end up acting like their partner without even realizing. None of them had ever seen Shuichi show as much as a smile until he met Kokichi, and Kokichi had never taken a heist so seriously in his life.

Phew I finally got all that out, have a nice day/night!✨

yoooo i love this take! i like the sense of doom radiating off that last part, they work far to well together and the heros and cops are nervous

#ask kai

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piedpiperslists · 2 years

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hello. do you have any list for taehyung/ jungkook fics where the fem. oc is.. well, maybe not so well paid off? as in not in the best financial state? or where oc is a counter girl or something, you know? if possible, please let me know :))

Appreciate your help ❤️

Hi. Sorry, there's only this Taehyung fic that I could think of:

Free Love by mirahuyooo - drabble / established relationship, idol au Summary: In which, you are a broke woman who just wants to give her multimillionaire of a boyfriend something good for his birthday.

And these are all Jungkook fics close to that theme (mostly just Jungkook being rich lol):

* s - contains smut

0X1=? by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot (s) / exes to lovers Summary: You were one and he made you both zero. He has it all, a stable life, all that money, a wife lined up, and your body as his drug, him coming back for hit after hit. They called you a bad influence. You called yourself Jeon Jungkook's ex. LO$ER=? by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot (s) / established relationship Summary: Life is just a path and you walk it. Until Jeon Jungkook. He made you run, sprinting through winding side roads and alleys, fighting, bleeding, losing. Your paths split, but life is made of orbits. Now that they have overlapped once more, his hand is fiercely holding yours and he won’t let go again. Nothing matters if he’s with you. Thus, you run once more, laughing like you’ve gone mad.

Midas by gukyi - one shot / wc~32k / enemies to lovers, magical realism au Summary: Jeon Jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. You were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. So when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want.

Sweeter than Sugar by jungkxook - one shot (s) / wc~22.2k / CEO!Jungkook, sugar daddy au Summary: When infamous playboy Jeon Jungkook comes to you with a proposition that you know you should say no to, you can’t. Because all you really know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before.

The Millionaire and His Lover by gukyi - one shot (s) / wc~18k / friends to lovers, fake dating Summary: Over the course of your lifelong friendship with Jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception.

Devil in a New Suit by yeojaa - series (s) / strangers to lovers Summary: Money’s something that makes the world go around. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with securing the bag. You don’t shame anyone for doing what they need to do. That is, until you come face to face with the poor guy that’s being suckered out of both his heart and cash. You simply can’t let it go on.

From Home by gyukult - series (s) / rich kid!Jungkook, baker!reader, enemies to lovers, fake dating Summary: Jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. But what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

Over the Odds by jungk0oksthighs - series (s) / CEO!Jungkook, sugar daddy au * This series is complete but a sequel is currently in progress.

#fics ask #fic rec

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