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the babysitters
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fandom: mcu au
pairings: fem!reader x loki laufeyson, and pepper potts x tony stark
genre: it’s fluff. just some cute banter and funny scenarios. i‘m not quite sure what it is, but i like it, so.
warnings: alcohol mentions, smoke talk, loki being a little trickster, some possessive talk, nothing terrible. little bit of swearing.
w/c: 2k
a/n: hiiiii... i’m back... i gained like, 19 followers since my last update. which to some isn’t a lot but every one of them means a lot. i promise you, i’m not usually like this with my updates :/ anyway! here’s to beating writers block, one word at a time 🥂 enjoy
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it was ten past midnight and pepper potts was sighing her heart out and rolling her eyes as she pulled up next to an exasperated y/n on the sidewalk, also shaking her head in disappointment. the steady blasting music of a nightclub several dozen paces away made the concrete and atmosphere quiver slightly. sounds of a crowd clamouring and having fun made the night feel warmer than it was.
y/n stepped up to the car and balanced on the edge of the curb, leaning down to poke her head in through the car window and look pepper potts dead in the eye.
“i’m not going to say that i failed my mission of keeping mr stark under the limit you set for number of drinks in a night, because i think it’s unfair you give me such a heavy task while i'm so new to the job.” y/n muttered at the smooth orange hair, refusing to look at pepper’s darkened pupils. the girl could practically taste the shade of sleep-deprived purple under her employer’s eyes.
“y/n.” pepper said.
“ms potts.”
“y/n. you’ve been working with us for two years.”
“mm. you don’t say?”
“i do say.” pepper said firmly. “i have the documents to prove it.”
“boy, oh boy,” y/n exclaimed in mock horror. “surely not!”
pepper nodded seriously. “so smarten up.”
y/n stiffened and dropped the attitude.
the attitude was what got her the job offer. her ability to ken between when it was funny and when she should be serious is what got her hired.
“how bad is it?” pepper asked.
“on a scale of one to ten... i’ll give you an nine. and mr stark is well on his way to drinking himself to a ten.” was the response. the woman in the car nodded.
the young woman outside the car gave a mock two fingered salute. “come on in, i’ll help you bring him to the car.”
“no, no, sweetheart–” y/n stepped back as pepper threw the door open and emerged from the car. “you called me up because you couldn’t handle tony anymore.” her tone was stern.
“ms potts, i called because i needed help handling tony, i just need back-up to get him to ground himself a little bit more.”
“that is the exact same thing.” pepper insisted. “we’re switching duties, now. you’re staying in the car with the little nuisance we’re babysitting while i bring tony back, and then we’ll go home.”
y/n started to shake her head when pepper gave her a look and raised her eyebrows. “the... asgardian... nuisance... that thor dropped off for the week.”
y/n drew her jaw back.
“again?”
it was the “again” that made pepper potts droop a little in exasperation. not at her employee or herself, but at the memories of how many times thor odinson popped by with his hissing brat of a brother and left him in their care.
no one ever said anything about how loki immediately softened up and became docile the instant thor left. both of them wanted breaks from the other’s berating. and they both got the breaks they wanted, although thor was entirely unaware that loki put on an act just to annoy him and get him to give up custody.
y/n thought the whole act hilarious, which did not help in the least to improve loki’s antics to get back to midgard every couple of weeks.
“again.” pepper nodded. “thor’s cape was torn and his hair was all singed when he appeared, and he practically threw his brother across the room before leaving.”
y/n shut her eyes and lifted her eyebrows while shaking her head like a cat that got spritzed in the face. she wasn’t astonished in any way.
“was there blood this time?”
“no.”
“that’s good.” y/n nodded, eyebrows pinched.
“the tower reeks of smoke.” the redhead lowered her voice a bit and leaned towards y/n. “and, loki was rather dejected when he found the tower to be empty. almost as if he were missing a certain someone. i think he actually pouted, the spoiled prince.” pepper winked discretely before she brushed past y/n and stalked towards the club.
y/n watched pepper potts throw her shoulders back and put on her don’t even think about messing with me right now face. she vanished into the clubhouse.
y/n’s mouth was open slightly. certain someone, huh? couldn’t be tony, that was for certain. she put her hands on her hips and stared down the black tinted window for several seconds.
it slowly rolled down.
the young lady bent double to glower into the car.
big, wide and innocent green eyes looked up at y/n’s narrowed flashing ones.
there was a pause.
“hiiiii.” loki said.
“oh, cut the crap you stinker,” y/n chortled. “move over.”
she opened the back door and climbed in beside loki.
“you smell.” she said.
“you look nice.” loki tried.
“like a vaper.”
“did you try a new way of accessorizing necklaces?”
“did pep even offer you a shower?”
“i'm so very glad you’re back.”
“you’re still squishing me, laufeyson, move over!”
loki shuffled into the middle seat by a couple of inches. y/n settled back and breathed deeply.
“i’m glad to see you, too.” y/n turned to look at him. loki smiled like a child.
“thanks. i had to pull some new tricks to get back to new york, i hope you appreciate my efforts.” he said, brushing off one of his long sleeves.
“smelly tricks?”
“oh, my dear y/n, get over yourself. it’s just smoke. smoke and mirrors.”
“we’ll get you a nice bath when we get back to the tower, m’kay?”
“of course. whatever you say.” loki nodded.
“what exactly did you have to do to get here? last i saw thor, he was quite resolved to make peace and rule his temper when it came to you.”
“couple of stabbings, intentionally misplaced items; important ones, overdone spices in his meals,” loki started counting. “generally ignoring him, mocking his every move, breaking out of temporary prison twice and setting fire to his bed...”
y/n tsk’ed in disappointment and frowned. “i don’t approve.” she said steadily. “that wasn’t fair of you. tell me you at least tried for one day of peace? like you promised me last time?”
loki looked away.
“loki, you son of a dog!”
“im sorry...” loki whined. “i gave him two and a half days.”
y/n let her head thump against the seat, fighting a smile. what a trickster. she could never escape the jokes.
“okay, good job. that’s really much better. thank you for trying.”
the sad look on the pale, smudged face brightened.
y/n shut her eyes.
“you look worn-down.” loki remarked. “standing for too long?”
“yeah, something like that.” y/n answered, recalling not only the standing but the running and the dancing through the night club just to keep pace with tony stark’s boisterous evening mood. “i’m so exhausted. tony stark is a piece of cake when he’s sober, but he’s the whole damn cake when he’s not-sober, if you know what i mean.”
“not at all, but i’ll listen to you talk until i grow moss, just to hear your voice.”
missing a certain someone indeed. pepper was quite right. loki had caught a crush, and it was turning him into a real puppy. his cheeks were tinged with a happy shade of pink and had been ever since y/n had appeared.
“i’m really tired.” y/n reiterated. loki just hummed.
“so i suppose you wouldn’t be up for bringing me books and reading with me this evening?”
“it’s far too late for that, loki. tomorrow, promise. i’d fall asleep on you if it were to be tonight.”
“i wouldn’t mind.” loki said quietly.
“no?”
“not at all. it’d be cute.”
he was whipped.
y/n grinned.
“that’s very sweet of you.”
“why, thank you.”
and he was still as proud as ever. y/n didn’t mind so much. she yawned and blinked rapidly.
sitting in a warm car with another living body pressed gently next to hers was making her feel sleepy faster than she should have been.
of course, being placed next to an otherworldly mass murderer and outcast such as loki should have made y/n be more wary and on-guard, however there was something in loki’s manners towards her that let her know that although tony might get brutally killed, y/n was safe in loki’s hands.
y/n closed her eyes lightly and relaxed into the seat. her breathing evened out and she let her head loll onto loki’s arm. he didn’t stiffen, or push her off. he melted into her.
she had absolutely no intention of falling asleep then and there, and was determined to stay awake so as to not give ms potts a bad impression. it had been two years of working for stark industries, and y/n still sought to please this motherly figurehead. pepper potts was worth the effort.
and still, y/n (and loki, for y/n had rested her head on his shoulder and he was now resting his head on top of hers,) completely missed when ms potts exited the establishment, leading a bodyguard holding a very drunk tony stark down to the car. tony was brought around to the passenger seat, all the while asking the bodyguard if he would like a side gig guarding the avenger’s tower.
his reasoning (although y/n nor loki could hear, but still too entertaining to leave out,) was that if he (the guard,) could manage to keep THE tony stark in and safely in, or out and effectively out of a nightclub, he would do extremely well at the tower. pepper gave the man a business card upon tony’s insistence and he acknowledged it solemnly before returning to his duties in the club.
pepper led her boss around to the car and yanked the passenger door open. after tony got crammed into the car, they were home-free. their rooms and beds awaited patiently back in the tower.
“hey!” tony cried, spotting y/n and loki dozing in the backseat. they jolted awake, loki in a lively manner, as if he had simply closed his eyes for a moment, and y/n squinting about blearily. she had really fallen asleep.
“sir,” y/n blurted stupidly, crawling from the depths of her drowsiness.
“hello,” loki greeted him, raising a hand politely and then rubbing his jaw. y/n had knocked her forehead against him quite abruptly when she had woken up just then.
“don’t you ‘hello’ me, that’s not the point,” tony shook his head drunkenly. “that’s my favourite junior personal assistant. you can’t have her, she’s under my care.”
“favourite?” y/n said.
“and don’t you forget it.”
“can i have y/n when she’s not under contract, or is this a definite decision?” loki bartered, unconsciously moving a hand over y/n’s. y/n reached around and hit loki square in the chest out of impulse. she was not to be bargained over like some toy. he made a grunt in protest to the abuse. tony stopped and looked at him.
“is she your favourite, too? gosh, you’re popular, y/n. listen, punk, we can negotiate when i’m sober.”
“what about peter?” y/n asked.
“parker is my favourite intern who technically shouldn’t be my intern. there’s a difference.”
tony waved his hands around. the conversation of favourites and who wanted to keep y/n more was very sudden, but y/n readily amused all parties.
pepper pushed on tony’s back, effectively ushering him into his seat in the car. y/n sat forward, leaning over loki and passed the seatbelt around mr stark. he had the very distinct scent of alcohol clinging to him. it was almost as bad as loki’s smokiness.
almost.
pepper slammed the door and hurried around to the other side.
tony pointed through the windshield, awestruck. “and look, y/n, take notes! that’s my favourite out of all my favourites. her name is pepper potts. she’s...” here, tony hiccuped. “she’s amazing. i love her.”
“you love her?” y/n said with a smile.
“he loves her?” loki said.
tony continued to gaze as pepper slid into the driver’s seat.
“she could kick my ass.”
“i can, i have and i will kick your ass, tony,” pepper muttered to herself.
tony giggled.
pepper smiled to herself, glancing in the mirror at y/n curling back into loki’s side, yawning, about to fall asleep on the drive to the tower. and loki, in turn, blinking through the darkness and drawing his arm over the young lady beside him to keep her close.
“let’s go home.”
#the babysitters#loki imagine#loki laufeyson#loki x fem!reader#loki x female reader#loki x you#loki x y/n#loki x y/n fluff#loki fluff#fluff#drabbles#mcu loki#pepperony#alcohol ment tw#smoke mention
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i’m harper and i take pictures. i also love guy fieri and star wars. coffee and cigarettes. @hltrsklt3r 🤙🏻
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Kinalaicorlaic
A gender relating to Kinalai, a place in Corla! This gender is filled with bright lights, big buildings, concerts, shows and smells like fresh pastries, traditional meals and junk food, along with smoke and alcohol. It feels like a big city you can get lost in, but despite this, it feels like home.
Pronoun ideas:
Corla/Corlaself
World/Worldself
Show/Showself
City/Cityself
Neon/Neonself
Loud/Loudself
Bright/Brightself
Lights/Lightself
Alley/Alleyself
Smoke/Smokeself
Food/Foodself
Concert/Concertself
Kinalai/Kinalaiself
Meanings: Orange is a colour I associate with Kinalai and cities :)
Notes: kinalai is my favourite place i made in my world, behind project huzlip but thats from kinalai anyway cause it revolted and stuffs /ramble
I hope this is alright :D
Coined by me! Flag is by me also! - Algae
#alcohol mention#alcohol tw#tw alcohol#smoke mention#smoke tw#tw smoke#corlaic#cookiejarsystem#kinalaicorlaic#mogai#xenogender#xenogender coining#gender coining#gender
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Before Lionblaze could argue, another shape burst through the billowing smoke to stand beside Squirrelflight. His eyes glared; his gray fur was matted together and stuck with bits of burnt leaf and twig. Confused by the smoke and flames, Hollyleaf almost thought she was seeing one of her warrior ancestors, until she recognized Ashfur.
Squirrelflight dropped the branch. “Help me push it into the fire!” she yowled.
Grabbing the branch in strong jaws, Ashfur thrust it past the wall of flame and into the ever-narrowing patch of ground where Hollyleaf and her brothers huddled. But Hollyleaf didn’t feel any sense of relief. There was a look in Ashfur’s eyes that she didn’t understand: the look of a cat who had just spotted an unexpected juicy bit of prey.
The branch made a bridge through the flames, but Ashfur stood at the other end of it, blocking the way to safety. Lionblaze nudged Jayfeather to his paws; Hollyleaf took a step toward the branch, then paused. She felt a cold weight in herbelly when she looked into Ashfur’s glittering blue eyes.
“Ashfur, get out of the way.” Squirrelflight’s voice was puzzled. “Let them get out!”
“Brambleclaw isn’t here to look after them now,” Ashfur sneered.
Hollyleaf felt her fur beginning to rise. What did Ashfur mean?
Lionblaze’s golden pelt was bristling, too. “What have you done with my father?” he howled through the flame.
Ashfur looked at him pityingly; his eyes were twin points of fire amid the burning forest. “Why would I waste my time with Brambleclaw?”
The main branch was too solid to catch fire easily, but the leaves on it had shriveled and the twigs were beginning to smoke. Hollyleaf realized that they didn’t have much time before their bridge to safety would be ablaze.
Squirrelflight staggered up to Ashfur. Hollyleaf had never seen her mother so angry. Her fur bristled with fury; she looked like a warrior of TigerClan. Yet it was obvious that the climb to the top of the cliff, followed by her struggle with the branch, had weakened her, and she was exhausted.
“Your quarrel with Brambleclaw has to stop,” she hissed. “Too many moons have passed. You have to accept that I’m Brambleclaw’s mate, not yours. You can’t keep trying to punish Brambleclaw for something that was always meant to be.”
Ashfur’s ears flicked up in surprise. “I have no quarrel with Brambleclaw.”
Hollyleaf exchanged a shocked glance with Lionblaze. “That’s not how it looks to me,” he muttered.
“I couldn’t care less about Brambleclaw,” Ashfur continued. “It’s not his fault he fell for a faithless she-cat.”
Faithless? A growl began to build in Hollyleaf ’s throat, but then she stopped and watched the cats on the other side of the blazing branches. Something ominous was taking place in front of her, and even with flame roaring around them she felt a sudden chill. She shrank closer to Lionblaze and Jayfeather, whose head was up, his sightless eyes intent, as if he could see the confrontation between his mother and Ashfur.
“I know you think I’ve never forgiven Brambleclaw for stealing you from me, but you’re wrong, and so is every cat that thinks so. My quarrel is with you, Squirrelflight.” Ashfur’s voice shook with rage. “It always has been.”
Horrified, Hollyleaf took a step back and felt her hind paws begin to slip on the edge of the cliff. Her head spun as lightning stabbed out and thunder drowned all other sounds, even the roaring fire. For a heartbeat she dangled over empty air, and she let out a strangled yowl.
Then she felt firm teeth meet in her scruff; blinking against the smoke, she realized that Lionblaze was hauling her back to safety. But there was no safety: only the hungry flames, and Ashfur blocking the end of the branch with fury in his eyes. Fiery sparks floated down on all three young cats, scorching their fur, and flames licked the underside of the branch; fear flooded afresh through Hollyleaf when she saw that it was already beginning to smolder.
Ashfur has to let us get out! But Hollyleaf couldn’t find any words to plead with him. What was happening here didn’t have anything to do with them, even if they died because of it.
“All this was moons ago.” Squirrelflight sounded puzzled. “Ashfur, I had no idea you were still upset.”
“Upset?” Ashfur echoed. “I’m not upset. You have no idea how much pain I’m in. It’s like being cut open every day, bleeding onto the stones. I can’t understand how any of you failed to see the blood. . . .”
His eyes clouded and his voice took on a wild, distant tone, as if he could see the blood spilling out of him now, sizzling on the burning ground. Terror burst through Hollyleaf and she pressed closer to her brothers. This cat was more dangerous than the storm or the fire, or the fall lurking perilously close to her hind paws.
Desperately she tried to step onto the end of the branch. At once Ashfur rounded on her, fully conscious again, his teeth bared in a snarl.
“Stay there!” Turning to face Squirrelflight but keeping one paw on the branch, he hissed, “I can’t believe you didn’t know how much you hurt me. You are the blind one, not Jayfeather. Who do you think sent Firestar the message to go down to the lake, where the fox trap was? I wanted him to die, to take your father away so you’d know the real meaning of pain.”
Hollyleaf ’s shocked gaze met Lionblaze’s. “He tried to kill Firestar?” she gasped. “He’s mad!”
Determination glittered in Lionblaze’s eyes, and he bunched his muscles for a giant leap. “I’m going to fight him.”
“No!” Hollyleaf fastened her teeth in his shoulder fur. “You can’t!” Her words were muffled now. “He’ll just push you into the fire.”
“Brambleclaw saved Firestar then,” Ashfur went on to Squirrelflight. “But he’s not here now. He’s not here—but your kits are.”
Squirrelflight’s eyes blazed. For a heartbeat Hollyleaf thought she was going to pounce on the gray warrior, but she knew that exhausted and in pain, her mother would have no chance. Squirrelflight seemed to realize it, too. She drew herself up, head high; she was trembling, but her voice was clear and brave.
“Enough, Ashfur. Your quarrel is with me. These young cats have done nothing to hurt you. Do what you like with me, but let them out of the fire.”
“You don’t understand.” Ashfur looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time; his voice was puzzled and petulant. “This is the only way to make you feel the same pain that you caused me. You tore my heart out when you chose Brambleclaw over me. Anything I did to you would never hurt as much. But your kits . . .” He looked through the flames at Hollyleaf and her brothers, his eyes narrowing to dark blue slits. “If you watch them die, then you’ll know the pain I felt.”
The flames crackled threateningly closer; Hollyleaf felt as if the heat was about to sear her pelt into ashes. She edged backward, only to feel the edge of the hollow give way under her hind paws. The three of them were pressed tightly together, so close that if one of them lost their balance, all three would be dragged off the cliff. Hollyleaf couldn’t control the trembling that shook her whole body as her glance flickered between the cliff and the fire.
Jayfeather was crouched close to the ground, looking tinier than ever with his pelt slicked flat by the rain. Lionblaze’s claws were unsheathed, glinting as the lightning flashed out again, but the tension in his haunches didn’t come from preparing to leap at Ashfur; it came from the effort of keeping himself on the top of the cliff.
Squirrelflight raised her head, her gaze locked on Ashfur’s crazed eyes. “Kill them, then,” she meowed. “You won’t hurt me that way.”
Ashfur opened his jaws to reply, but said nothing. Hollyleaf and her brothers stared at their mother. What was Squirrelflight saying?
Squirrelflight took a step away from them, and glanced carelessly over her shoulder. Her green eyes were fiercer than Hollyleaf had ever seen them, with an expression she couldn’t read.
“If you really want to hurt me, you’ll have to find a better way than that,” Squirrelflight snarled. “They are not my kits.”
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Bruce: There he is, my sweet baby.
Jason, holding a cigarette and beer: What?
#source: my chemical romance#bruce wayne#batman#jason todd#red hood#batfamily#batfam#batboys#batbros#batkids#batsiblings#batman family#incorrect batfamily quotes#incorrect quotes#incorrect dc quotes#dc comics#tw smoking#tw alcohol mention
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I don't disagree that there's some level of congruence between filmgoers who defend narrow viewership by acting like it's a binary choice between watching the latest MCU film and watching black-and-white Eastern European art films about depression, and tabletop RPG players who defend narrow playership by acting like it's a binary choice between playing Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition and playing one-page diceless storygames about gay catgirls smoking cigarettes.
The difference, of course, is that folks who advocate expanding one's cinematic horizons are rarely advocating going straight from watching the latest MCU film to watching black-and-while Eastern European art films about depression, whereas folks who advocate expanding one's tabletop roleplaying horizons very often are, in fact, advocating going straight from playing Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition to playing one-page diceless storygames about gay catgirls smoking cigarettes.
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"Probably because they don't have a grave," Danny said, pulling out his vape. "Final resting places are--HEY!"
Nightwing held the pilfered vape above his head. "Where did you get this?" he asked, scandalized.
Danny jumped for it, but Nightwing was too tall! Even at 5'7 he'd have to use his powers to reach the vape; he had no chance as a 9 year old. "We're in Gotham! You're lucky I didn't get cocaine instead!"
#this is a new fic or just an idea? you decide#dp x dc#dc x dp prompt#deaged danny fenton#c: dick grayson#c: danny fenton#dp crossover#dc crossover#cw smoking#cw drug mention#c: nightwing#ya'll want the idea in a less vague way#ok so heres the deets#danny got outed and then deaged by clockwork to make him survive so he takes off#deaged danny remembers what happened and is having A LOT of big kid emotions#somehow ends up in bludhaven and WHAT DO YOU KNOW?#there's a lotta hauntings in the area#its not like amity where all the ghosts are really powerful so the ghosts are just shades#danny ends up being a pint-sized supernatural detective#full of angst and used to being a young adult#who's out at night trying to solve crimes#detective grayson is put in charge of the kid#he has a lot of brothers he has to be good with kids right?#so now dick has to deal with constantine jr over here#who can SOMEHOW figure out he's nightwing bc of the ghosts?? following him???#but then dick realizes Oh No this kids has NOTHING#no parents no friends no house no food#and he finds himself thinking#oh alfred will need to hurry in getting danny's room at the manor ready#and
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erm, if youre doing requests... dream/dust? i really love stardust and i think they need more fanart
Oooo I’ve never heard of this ship before! Stardust is a very cute name for it
I’m sure Dust would be a great bad influence :)
“If it gets too overwhelming for you, I have some cigarettes in my pocket” is probably what Dust is saying
Dream belongs to Jokublog
Dust belongs to ask-dusttale
#art#utmv#me answers#sanscest#dream x dust#istg I tried looking some content of them to get an idea of what their dynamic would be like#but I couldn’t find ANY!#that’s how of a rare ship they are lmao#either that or I’m just not looking hard enough#tw smoking mention#dream sans#dust sans
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griffe tries to light a cigarette to impress toxinelle (she is not impressed) but forgot how much aquanet is in his hair and accidentally lights his hair on fire (now she is)
#inspired by the one time I smoked weed RIGHT after getting ready and singed my bangs#miraculous ladybug#Drug mention#Ml paris#ml Paris special
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#cw smoking mention#dc#dc comics#comics#comic books#robin 1993#robin comics#batman comics#tim drake#red robin#robin#jason todd#red hood#the red hood#robins#batfam#batfamily#batkids#batsiblings#batbros#bat brothers#found family#character dynamics#funny#i made this#memes#cat memes#funny memes
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jesus christ will makes me want a cigrette
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The second installment of this comic right here. In which the gang hangs out :) pages under the cut!
#The thing about repetitive panels is that they look easy but I have no process so they are in fact extremely difficult and I hate doing them#But they're IMPORTANT#Those last few panels look like an edgy music video but Im allowing myself to be cheesy. I can do whatever I want forever (sweating)#rayman#ramon#bullfrog captain laserhawk#dolph laserhawk#captain laserhawk#clh#clh fanart#three's aground#three's aground comic#art#alcohol#smoking#discussion of death#mentions of violence#violence mention#Like I have no idea how to tag tws hope that's ok#*vine noise* *sweeping hand gesture* look at all those tags
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i don't smoke but emotionally i'm shakily lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag before blowing out a puff of smoke and leaning back with the glowing embers reflected in my dead and haunted eyes
#🐉#smoking mention#yall ever get overwhelmed by rotating something in your mind too much and end up crying
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This was such a simple moment, an extremely easy to miss one as well. Considering it was a Half-light passive check that had a difficulty pass of 13 and level 7 to even show up. Not to mention how easy it is to tip-toe around the subject. When i got this in my playthough it was raining, that HL check sent a shiver down my spine, HL is important to me, for personal reasons. Half-light is your fight or flight, it wants to keep you safe no matter the consequences. HL is often seen as aggressive because of this, i didnt even realize it represented your fight or flight until later. its no wonder why harrys fight or flight is so active, this is his first time in months, maybe even years that hes been actually present in the moment. The world is no longer a haze, hes able to actually process his surrounding and half-light is on edge of every little thing because of this.
Now i realize that this line could be interpreted in many ways. like maybe in reference that being a cop youve seen shit like this, but in that case- wouldnt esprit de corps pitch in? maybe you are just sympathizing because you know stuff like this happens- but wouldnt that be empathy? its extremely important that half-light is the one to chime in here, and so simply too, its not aggressive, its not violent, its stated so matter of fact-ly. You may not remember what happened to you, and sometimes you dont even want to push for more information, sometimes its best to just leave it forgotten. such a simple line that means so much, its not even lingered on, just a fear that claws at your back waiting for you to scream.
the line for those unaware (cw mention of rape):
YOU-"Are you sure you weren't raped?"
Klaasje-"I'm 89% sure."
YOU-"So you're not entirely sure?"
Klaasje-"You know how it is."
HALFLIGHT- You do know how it is. [Difficulty pass- 13 (Formidable | Level 7)]
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#— LIT CIGARETTES.
paring: gallagher x gn!reader (female anatomy, no use of “breasts”)
words: 3.1k
synopsis: gallagher meets a companion that he invites on a smoke break.
warnings: MDNI! intoxication, p in v, dubcon, alcohol, semi-forced smoking, smoking, cigarettes, kinda OOC?, choking, wrist binding, cunnilingus, light degradation, spanking.
DARK CONTENT AHEAD, DISCRETION ADVISED!!
flick, flick…,
the haze of fresh smoke covered his face as he leaned against the stone wall. the golden hour of penacony was ever-bustling. gallagher took a long drag from the cigarette, taking it out of his mouth with his index and thumb, ashing it slightly, and exhaling the smoke.
a cigarette every so often was refreshing, sometimes soulglad can be sickening. or at least to gallagher, though he might be the sole believer of that. damn near every night was the same, “can i get uh… soulglad?” another drunken patron slurred. the face of this patron is just as muddled as their voice. likely because every night, every person asked for a bottle of soulglad. gallagher obliged, as it was his duty, finishing wiping a glass, then uncapping a fizzy bottle of the drink, and passing it to them without a complaint or a mere word.
he took another puff, a longer one. he sighed, murky grey clouds leaving his mouth and nostrils. he put the cigarette back into his mouth, brushing his long, brown hair out of his eyes, savoring every intoxicating breath. he crushed he butt beneath his shoe, tobacco smearing onto penacony’s smooth pavement, watching it fizzle from existence. another benefit of the dream, one could assume.
he scratched at the stubble on his jawline, walking back into one of the many bars he frequently bartended at, bracing himself to serve more damn soulglad for the nth time tonight.
the chestnut-brown hair on his shoulders bounced as he strode back inside, music blaring a bit too loudly for his liking. he cracked his neck, then his gloved knuckles, and made his way behind the counter.
“how was your break?” a coworker inquired, “you smell like smoke.”
“it was alright, i guess. nothin’ too special.” he spoke, “is that a bad thing?”
music rang in his ears as he wiped down a few more glasses. the same coworker tapped on his shoulder after a few moments, “gallagher, look to your left. total cutie over there.”
gallagher wasn’t the type to pay attention to anyone’s looks. he listened. that was simply his job. he just so happened to look to his left, grumbling slightly. “i mean, they’re alright. what’dya want me to say?”
“come on, man, just have fun for once. i get that this is your job, but it never hurts to bend the rules a lil’, huh?” they responded, “i’ll give you like, 200 credits if you talk to them.”
“make it 500 and i might.” he joked, watching as his bartending partner pulled exactly 500 credits out of their breastpocket, slipping it into his pocket.
“do it,” they snickered.
he watched as you settled into your seat at the bar, waving to your friend from across the club. “anything i can get you tonight?” a voice rung from behind you, slightly raspy, yet smooth, and tired.
he was just as tired-looking as his voice led you to believe, “well, firstly, are you okay?” you asked curiously, hands resting on the edge of the marbled countertop.
“yeah, i’m alright. is there anything i can do for you?” he asked again, his amber-colored eyes focused on you, accented by his eyebags that happened to be deeper than oceans. he was visibly aged, and had scars littered all over him.
in the quiet moment you were investigating his appearance, he too was “checking you out.” you looked nice, now that you were in front of him. his vision wasn’t the best nowadays, but it suffices well enough to delineate all the delicate features painted onto your skin and your face. he liked that.
“could i get a crimson sunset?” finally, something that wasn’t a fucking soulglad.
“sure thing, not a problem.” gallagher grabbed a glass with his hand, pouring a mixture of syrups, drinks, and spirits into the glass masterfully. he smiled tiredly at you, passing the drink to you on a red napkin. the drink itself was a pretty red-orange color that faded into a deep purple.
“mind if i get myself a drink?”
“are you allowed to do that?” you replied.
“well, i mean, never hurts to bend the rules a lil’, yeah?” he answered, unintentionally charismatically.
his accidental confidence made you laugh slightly, “go ahead, mister…?”
“gallagher,” he said, pouring himself his own drink. he isn’t mixing it with anything, just straight alcohol from the bottle into the same type of glass you have in your hand, “no need to be so formal. you can just call me gallagher.”
“alright, gallagher, it’s nice to meet you.” you grinned brightly, taking note of the faint smile painting his features and lighting up his dull eyes.
“it’s nice to meet you too… ah…” he trails off.
“(your name).” you replied, giggling slightly as you take a sip from your drink, admiring the complex profile of gallagher’s mixing skills, “by the way, this is really good.”
“thanks,” he shuffles awkwardly, mimicking you by taking a swig of his own drink, “it’s really nothin’ though, just a lil’ bit of gallagher magic.”
he watches as you sip from your drink again, raising his glass again and finishing the rest of the liquid inside. he can feel the alcohol burning in his throat as he drinks it down hungrily, blurring his own mind as you start to talk again. he’s listening, but not a word is registering in his head. gallagher refills his glass with a more potent drink, leaning over the counter and propping himself up with his toned forearms.
“…and that’s how i ended up here, with my friend,” you finished off, the mix starting to get to your head too. he has no idea you could be such a talker, it almost makes him want to shut you up, but that’s not nice and he should play fair! he never does anyways.
“well, ain’t that a story!” he laughs, sipping on his own concoction again, flashing a grin, “here, lemme getcha another drink, it’ll be on me, hun.”
“thank you, gallagher!” you smiled drunkenly, watching him show off his mastery of mixology like it’s a performing art, pouring the beautiful mixture into your new glass.
“mmmn, what? you like the way i do that, eh?” he teased, leaning over the marble counter again, sliding you the glass, “so what if i do?” you teased back, your words starting to slur together to form one big super-word.
“i can do it again for ya, if ya like,” he breathed, his tired eyes starting to look more like bedroom eyes.
“really? can you?” you nearly begged, awe-struck at his sheer skill.
“yeah, i can show you everything i can do. ‘m not jus’ good at mixin’ drinks, y’know?” he said, sending a shiver down your spine, making your back nearly arch with just a single sentence. he looked at you again, greedily sipping his drink, his eyes imploring you to do the same without a single word from him. you do just as they say, watching the spark ignite within his pupils like a flick of a lighter. his lips curl into a smile as he finishes his mahogany colored concoction, a marvel of alcoholic creativity. you cough slightly as you finish up your own drink, the burn in your gut rising like a flame. it travels from your tummy all the way up your esophagus, tickling your lips with a sting.
“do you like it, babydoll?” he collects the glasses, putting them in the sink for later, “i hope you did. i worked really hard on making you a nice drink.”
you nod sloppily, words caught in your throat like the eager blaze that’s simmering within your body. words are barging into your mind, but you cannot decipher, nor string them together, properly. “that’s wonderful. would’ya mind joining me for a smoke break?”
“sure, we can do that…” you smile, your cheeks hot and your skin prickly with fire. gallagher walks out of the bar, helping you walk out of the bar with enough stability. he leads you back to the wall he stood against before, the golden hour much darker than before. you leaned against him within the alleyway.
“have you smoked before?” he asks, taking out a cigarette from the carton in his pocket, where the credits from before lie.
“nooo…” you slur, giggling against the wall as gallagher helps you up, the unlit smoke between his lips.
“…wanna try?” he asks again, lighting the cigarette, flick, flick, shielding the flame with his free hand.
you considered it for a moment. you never thought you’d touch a cigarette, nevertheless smoke it, yet here you are, “uh… sure…?” you said with a hiccup.
gallagher takes a long inhale of the cigarette, his lungs filling with smoke before he takes it out, filling your own mouth with smoke as he puts his lips on yours, gently cupping your jaw with his other hand.
he exhales the rest of the smoke, watching you cough with a weirdly sick pleasure, “you like it?”
just as you were about to whine and say ‘no,’ the rush of nicotine blurs your mind, you can barely muster up a whimper, let alone nod your head weakly. “thas’ good, hun.”
he passes you the lit cigarette, watching you take it between your fingers as you take a small puff, the paper that wraps the tobacco burning up. again, you cough, but the menthol soothes your throat a bit more this time.
“feels real good, don’t it?” he breathes on the junction of skin between your collarbone and your neck, the burn boiling over as you exhale, feeling his hot breath against your prickly skin.
gallagher takes the cigarette from you again, taking a long drag from it, and exhaling in front of you, a bit of the smoke tingling within your throat.
“gonna feel better sooner or later,” he murmurs, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and kissing the intersection between your carotid artery and your clavicle, tickling your skin with his raw, swollen lips.
you whine as his hands crawl up your body, feeling your chest and your covered up nipples. he’s getting handsy as he finishes the rest of the smoke, holding it in for longer, then exhaling in your face with a sinister chuckle, “you’s needy. i gotcha babydoll, don’t worry.”
you fall into him as he crushes the butt-end of the cigarette, the orange menthol filter dissipating out of existence. his gloved hands feel all over every inch of your torso, from your collarbones, to your low abdomen. gallagher plants more rough kisses onto you, picking you up and leaning you against the wall, your back facing him as your cheek presses against the cold, hard surface of the wall.
your vision is spinning as your intoxicated state seeps deeper into your mind and body, watching as he unties his pretty magenta-colored tie. gallagher binds your hands with the tie, keeping your hands behind your back, in place and secure.
“you wanna stay here like this? i’m not gonna ask you again, so you’d best tell me now if you don’t wanna go through with it.” he commands, his grip tight, but loose enough not to bruise flesh.
truthfully, you want to do this, your body does too. your words are failing you as you make little noises, your cheek scraping lightly against the ragged surface. you mustered up a meager, “wannit, gall… ger…”
“yeah, hun?” he whispered breathily, heat radiating against the shell of your ear, “you gonna be good f’me?”
“yessss…” you whine in response, shuffling against the wall, your mind buzzing with every possibility.
“thas’ good, so good already.” he smiles, you can feel his lips curl against your neck as he gives you another little kiss, his raw, rough lips grazing against your tender, needy flesh.
gallagher was buzzed himself, he’s always had a high tolerance for things like alcohol and nicotine, being high off life was almost entirely new. something he hadn’t felt in so long, and here you were, back arched, being all obedient. all for gallagher, bartender and bloodhound (that of which you were unaware of).
in a swift motion, he tugged your at your clothing, moving it out of the way, so he can paw at your undergarments. you looked so cute like this, wrists bound and legs spread. all of this just so he can see what awaits him, “my, my, you’re all wet.”
“nnnmh, yeaaah…” you heaved, you’re dizzy, needy, you’re hammered, and you’re vulnerable. how much more adorable can you get? his fingers traced circles around the dampened spot in your underwear. you’re soaked already.
gallagher pulled your underwear to the side, tucking it in the crevice between your lip and your asscheek, working his fingers on your wet slit. he took some of your slick on his finger, rubbing your clit with his dominant hand. he gave your pussy a self-indulgent slap, before teasing your entrance with a thick finger. wordlessly, it slipped in with relative ease, eliciting a loud moan to pass through your swollen lips. he chuckled at your reaction, pulling it out, then slipping the digit back inside.
another moan fell from your lips, throaty and whiny. his finger started to move inside you, at first unbent and quickly fucking you. you slid against the wall, knees buckling slightly, before gallagher’s free hand pinned you to the wall, keeping you in your place. his single finger curled inside you, hitting your spongy g-spot. you mewled, crooning at the sensation, practically seeing stars. your vision started to blur as black splotches started to cloud it, but all you could feel, think, understand, want, smell, need, was him. he continued fucking you with his finger, watching your legs shake and your juices drip down his finger and onto his gloved palm.
“feels real nice, don’t it?” he cooed, slipping in another digit without warning. his scarred, toned arm flexed with every movement, curling and slipping inside and outside of you. his fingers made their way to your clit, rubbing it with vigor and passion, before he spread your other lip with his thumb and put his lips to your pussy. he gave it a rough, sloppy kiss, pulling away to listen to you cry out. nobody could care any less, they were experiencing the dream. in all actuality, this feels like a dream within a dream, if that makes sense. you were just so amazing, you were alluring. definitely worth more than 500 credits. he gave your pussy another sopping wet kiss, his scratchy stubble rubbing against your skin, creating friction. his tongue darted to your clit, licking and sucking it between his lips and teeth. his thumb still held your cunt open. gallagher gave you a couple more long licks and kisses for good measure, savoring your every drop, relishing your taste, before standing up.
“ready, babydoll?” gallagher rhetorically asked before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants (which happened to be the same magenta color as his tie). you nodded, drooling and zoning out. all you could understand was the pleasure he was giving you, all you could care about was how much more pleasure he could give you, “great.”
he pulled his thick cock out from his boxers, lining it up against your entrance, savoring the difference in size. your small, little cunt and his big, fat dick. how cute. gallagher re-adjusted you, spreading your legs just a bit further, then putting some pressure on the lumbar portion of your back, causing you to arch more instinctively.
without warning, the burning within your body had boiled over again between your legs, the stretch to accommodate his girthy dick nearly destroying you. you screamed, but nobody gives a damn, “scream all you want, babe, you gonna take it.”
gallagher pulled out again, just a little, to slam back into you, watching your cunt stretch as much as it could. he savored how warm and tight you were, tight as a vice could get. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, saliva dribbling your chin and onto your clothing. a loud crack, followed by a searing pain, flooded your senses. his palm made contact with your asscheek again, slapping it roughly for a second time, pushing himself into you with as much force as he could use before breaking you in half.
“you takin’ me so good, ‘m proud of ya, doll,” he chuckled, smiling again. gallagher had found a pace inside you, his hand snaking up to your throat and wrapping around it. he applied pressure to your jugular and carotid with his thumb and his other four digits on their respective sides. he sped up slightly, gripping your hips as air flow lessened.
gallagher continued to slam-fuck into you, speeding up with every thrust, chasing his high. his breath was hot and heavy, huffing in your ear as your vision and hearing fizzled out like the cigarette butt on the pavement. your breathing became ragged as he bullied your pussy ruthlessly, “you ever been fucked like this, huh?”
air rejuvenated your senses as he let go of your throat, you heaved a weak, drunken “no.”
“ain’t no dick good as gallagher’s, huh? good as mine, mmm.” he groaned, his hips colliding with yours faster and faster andfasterandfaster…, “gonna cum, babydoll. i ain’t pullin’ out, though.”
you hoarsely whined, your fucked-out brain needing more of him, any morsel of him is good enough, and it just feels so good, and youreabouttofuckingcumtoo…
“mmn, i’m cumming, hun. i’m gonna fuckin’ cum in you, you needy bitch. fuuuuckyeah…” gallagher’s grip on your throat tightened the moment the burning hot coil in your stomach loosened, allowing you to orgasm and scream out his name just as soon as he came. he groaned and huffed in your ear, his brown hair messy and clinging to his sweaty face, “feels so fuckin’ good, fuuuck.”
you let out a choked noise, prompting him to let go and pull out of you. he leaned over you, resting his forehead against his forearm, that of which was supported by the wall you leaned against. your knees wobbled, and before you could fall, gallagher instinctively held your abdomen with his other arm, tucking you against his chest. you stared at his scars, which littered his arm, as you came down from your intense orgasm.
“…you okay?” he asked with a newfound gentleness. he helped you back up as he untied your wrists and pulled up his pants, fixing his belt. he chuckled, “i bet you’re tired.”
“very,” you panted back in response.
“how ‘bout i clock out and carry you home, how’s that sound?”
“sounds amazing, gallagher,” you leaned against him as he lit another cigarette before walking back into the nightclub.
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