#y’all would not believe how many times this crashed on me
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all my wishes • portgas d. ace
synopsis: a lost bet, two rambunctious firefighters and an unforgettable birthday full of surprises all transpire when you decide to give your boss the ultimate gift!
content + themes: firefighter ace + reader (black coded but no heavy descriptors), fluff to smut, LOTS of humor, alcohol use, food play, finger sucking, reader spoiling ace, nipple play, so many themes bc they are whores (they talk so dirty to each other 😫) squirting, daddy’s used, spit kink, sweet ending
word count: 7.7K
📝: this started out as a small lil’ drabble but then I remembered that my baby’s birthday was LITERALLY today so I started another insane piece with my other hyperfixation and the #2 ship in the Cherry Cinematic Universe™. I hope y’all enjoy them as much as I do! 🫶🏾 (also, this is coming late becatse when I set my mind to getting something done, it will be done. I don’t give a damn how long it takes and this may the last big piece I get to write for a while so I’m enjoying it!)
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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding!”
“But (y/nnnnn)! You promised! C’mon, you lost so you have to do it. You can’t go back on your word.”
“No, Luffy! Matter of fact, hell no! You know I never would’ve agreed if this was what you were going to pull. I can’t believe you set me up like this..”
The dining table set in the center of company eight’s firehouse had become the scene where quite the interesting debate was transpiring. What began as a normal conversation had quickly escalated to quite the debacle. In about a week or so, a member of your small yet close knit crew would be celebrating a very important occasion..one that everyone was looking to make absolutely unforgettable..everyone except you that was!
“But it’ll mean a lot to him. Especially if it’s from you, I mean you’re practically his wife—“ “take it back and don’t ever say something like that ever again.”
shooting him quite the menacing glare with your arms folded over your chest. Luffy was the younger brother to the vice fire chief and your secret not-so-secret fling, Portgas D. Ace, affectionately known as Ace around the community. That shaggy black top and dotted freckles splattered across his devilishly handsome face that had captivated the heart of any woman who’d been so lucky to be graced with that heartwarming smile. However, that suave charm and boyish features didn’t sway you one bit. At least that’s what you let on to everyone else. See, just like your coworkers, his baby brother was no stranger to the proverbial game of cat and mouse the two of you had been engaged in. There were many times where he’d find himself crashing at his brother’s apartment and find himself on the receiving end of your conversations. Late night calls and visits because you obviously couldn’t get enough of each other. Contacting him under the guise of fighting only to end up settling matters in a different and much more salacious way. Not to mention, in your absence, Ace had spoken quite fondly of you to both Luffy and your own adoptive brother, Usopp. Talking about how insane yet entertaining you were..which was the sole reason for this whole ordeal! See, during a routine training session, Luffy had stopped by to watch on his day off and it was during this time, he spotted an exercise that tickled his fancy..it was whilst he was there, he divulged the idea to both Zoro and Sanji about giving his big brother a surprise birthday party but as everyone knew, Ace wasn’t too particularly keen on celebrating such an occasion. Hell, even the fire chief, ‘Smoker’ and his fellow fire college graduate and good friend Marco were in on the gig. Sure, he made the firehouse lively on a daily basis and when it was time to turn up for any other event, he was the guy you wanted there but when this day came around? He’d ignore it. It was mainly due in part to him never wanting to place emphasis on himself. Ace was selfless in nature and only thought of others. So they hoped that although the two of you had your differences in the past, you’d set them aside for at least one day and grant him the night of his life. But you refused…not only would that arrogant son of a bitch never let you live it down that you did something nice for him but he may not even like it. You’d rather him bring in his special day surrounded by his actual friends. “That’s so fucking stupid!” It was all Luffy could think as he let out a hysterical laugh. Because he knew as well as anyone, Ace wouldn’t want to spend his birthday with anyone other than his precious little rookie! “My brother’s crazy about you, big sis (y/n).” So he placed a nice little wager, unsuspecting to you as he cleaned the truck..
“Let’s see who can do the rope climb and foot race the fastest. If I win, you’ll have to do something for me. And you win, I’ll do whatever you want. Sounds good?!” So with that cheeky grin and precious demeanor, you indulged him. With that, the bet commenced and Luffy challenged you. They knew you were quite the tough nut to crack but if anybody, even with no prior experience, could defeat you..it was Luffy! That hyperactivity and determination proved to be of use. So when he won by only a hair’s breadth, it was a no brainer what he’d choose! Which brought you to this exact moment..
“I don’t know why you’re wasting your breath, Luffy. She’s just going to pitch a fit, pretend she hates him and then have her tongue down his throat later on. It’s no use.”
The snarky comment coming from none other than the foul mouthed, hot headed gym rat of the crew, Zoro. The two of you shared quite the close bond because although he was highly sarcastic, he adored you like that of a sister. Not only that, he was dating your childhood best friend, Janelle. Who was equally yoked with him as a former Marine sergeant and fellow athlete. He’d constantly take jabs at the fact that you tried to wear this tough exterior even though you were a huge softy. “Shut the hell up, Zoro. Like I said, even if I was to plan his party, who’s to say he’d show up or want to be there anyways? You know how he is. C’mon y’all, please don’t make me do this.”
groaning in a loud huff as your head fell back, you’d release a deep sigh as well.
“Trust me, (y/n). I don’t like it anymore than you do..” just then, the resident cook and quintessential pervert, masquerading as a loverboy, Sanji interjected into the conversation. Causing an eye roll and deep groans of ‘here he goes’ “..seeing my beloved sweet with another man? It breaks my heart. But he deserves this. He’s always been so thoughtful of everybody else, never even taking time to deal with his own problems. If it was left up to him, his dumbass would just sleep through the day after drinking his weight in booze. I know you guys have your differences but I don’t think it’d mean more to him if anyone else did this. So please..will you make his birthday special?”
how could you possibly say no when they all looked so damn pathetic?!
“She’s only scared she might actually enjoy herself. I don’t think we need to worry. Even if she says she can’t stand him, (y/n) will never be able to live with herself if she did something half assed. Being an overachiever trumps her being a hater so it’ll be fine.” Scoffing as you donned him with a middle finger. But he wasn’t wrong. Nonetheless, you’d lost the bet fair and square so you had to see it through either way.
“..fine, I’ll do it. But don’t get mad at me when he doesn’t show up. Can’t say I didn’t try.”
it was all they could hope for at this point so they’d leave the daunting task in your capable hands. Little did they know, it was the best idea any of them would have made!
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a couple days had elapsed since the dilemma of your boss’ birthday came about and unfortunately, only one remained before his twenty eighth trip around the sun would arrive. Luffy divulged the fact that he probably had a mile long list of things he wanted to do but would never say them out loud. You had been using what little free time you had acquired to research and plan out somewhat of an itinerary to fill his twenty four hours with nothing but enjoyable activities. In your time together, when you weren’t at each other’s throats, you’d learn a few things about him. Including his love for nature. He loved hiking, camping, discovering the unknown which made perfect sense, considering the profession you were in. Ace also had an affinity for dancing so you looked up a few spots that had a more casual atmosphere rather than some stuffy five star establishment. Ace may have had quite the flamboyant personality at times but he didn’t do the pompous waiters and over priced appetizers. So you opted for a Latin fusion lounge instead. Where they’d feature a live DJ and you guys could dance whilst consuming delicious food and drinks. A good compromise, finally, you’d end the evening at a hotel where needless to say, the real fun would begin! You’d also acquire quite the stockpile of gifts. With everything from his favorite cologne to some new Nikes he’d been raving about along with some fishing equipment. Just an assortment of his favorite things. It was obvious that you’d put a lot of time and devotion into this. Although no one could tell if you genuinely wanted to or if this was merely another assignment you’d complete to fruition, they sincerely hoped he liked it all!
“Hey lovebug. Need some help?”
it was around ten pm when you’d finally glare at the corner of your laptop and notice the time. It was New Years Eve and when most would be out celebrating, as always, you and your sisters doubling as roommates were inside..partaking in moderate drinking and cheesy movie viewings. Robin, who’d just entered from her bedroom sporting purple negligee, matching robe as she brandished a wine glass. Such a woman of elegance and always did things with grace. If anyone would know how to put something like this together, it’d be her.
“Hey mama. I’m just trying to finish up this plan. God, who knew doing something for a man would be so exhausting..” which elicited a laugh from her. As you tapped away at your keyboard, navigating your touchscreen with the swipe of a finger, she’d take a seat next to you. “You must really like him.” Quite obviously that was the last thing you wanted to hear! The thought of actually liking Ace beyond a physical level? It made you want to chuck yourself from a window! But the truth was, you had grown fond of him. It just seemed as if everytime you wanted to get closer to him or feel an ounce of something other than pure hatred, he comes in with some snide remark or a low blow. Not to mention, he didn’t exactly strike you as the type to be monogamous and exclusive to one woman. Firefighters were notorious for infidelity and that asshole constantly bragged about his conquests. Although you couldn’t take him seriously half the time. A real, true healthy relationship would be all but impossible with him. It was a tug of war with this man and you were exhausted from playing. You’d been hurt before and you didn’t want to experience that pain again.
“And what would make you say such a horrible thing like that, Robin?” “That lovely little pile of gifts you hauled in here the other day and the fact that you’ve been at this for almost a week. Putting all of this time and effort into planning a birthday? I don’t think you’d do that for just anyone. Even if it was just a bet..” affirming with a sip of wine. She had a point but you weren’t exactly going to admit it either..
“Yeah, well the only thing I want to give him is a goddamn knuckle sandwich with a side of fruit punch.” A comment that nearly made her spit up her fresh sip from laughter. She could see through you like a pane of glass! It was blatantly obvious just how much you adored this guy and although it wasn’t the typical bond for budding lovers, they were mutual if nothing else. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think he truly feels ill will towards you. The exact opposite honestly. If anything, I think it comes from a place of adoration. He’s obviously quite fond of you, otherwise, he wouldn’t be on your case as much. I think what you’re doing for him is going to mean far more than some overly lavish party with a bunch of people. I don’t know him very well and please feel free to correct me but…he seems like a genuinely good guy. A little misguided sometimes but he has a good heart, ya’ know? The way he rushed over to comfort you, even though his own eyes looked exhausted? He seems like he just needs someone to take care of him for once.”
you hated more than nothing else that Robin was always right! Maybe it was a bit selfish of you to not consider how he’d felt. There was obviously a reason he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday. It had been a sore subject one way or another so it was your job to give him a reason to enjoy it again. And you could lie to yourself but deep down, you wanted to see this through as well. Not just to clear the debt but to see him genuinely happy. Smiling and laughing for himself..not just to cheer up others. “Jesus, it’s hard being friends with a doctor. They always know what they’re talking about.” Sending Robin into a fit of chuckles yet again. “Well honey, even all of these degrees can’t solve matters of the heart. Trust me, I know the feeling of loneliness all too well and he’s certainly in need of someone to let him know he has a place in this world and his day of birth is not something to feel ashamed of.”
Just then, you’d hear the front door creak open and you were promptly joined by Nami and her longtime partner, Vivi who were both looking to interrupt the conversation. They had just returned from the store to retrieve your libations for the evening. “Mind if we join you ladies?” Brandishing two bottles of champagne, beelining for the kitchen to grab glasses. “It’s almost new years, girls. Let’s party!” The cavalry had arrived and it was time to set this aside and let loose. Tomorrow, you’d be celebrating for an entirely different reason and you hoped that he would share the enthusiasm someday.
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6:00PM, January 1st
“Jesus, rookie. Do you have molasses in your ass or something? I swear you take forever to get ready.”
an agitated voice rang out through the bathroom door of the hotel suite where you had been residing for the day. A king size bed positioned in the center, surrounded by clothing you’d strewn aside. Luckily, you’d tipped the housekeeping staff generously to not only spruce it up but to have it prepared when you returned from dinner. It would be the final touch on what was shaping up to become the ideal birthday. Aside from his obligatory smartass remarks, Ace really seemed to be having a good time. Even if you could sense his reservations to enjoy himself..everything had been a success so far. See, you had begun the day bright and early, five am to be precise; setting the trap for this illustrious surprise. You texted him under the guise of wanting to meet up for a morning hike, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, as it wasn’t uncommon for you two to train together. But strictly professional, mainly because Zoro’s freakishly strenuous training would kill you and Sanji wouldn’t be able to contain himself watching your tits jiggle whilst you ran. You told him to bring his gear, which he did so..you guys met up at your usual spot, the entranceway to Twin Flames Peak and began the trek up the canyon . Although he was making his usual comments, you could tell his mood was a bit more somber than usual. He sucked at hiding his emotions, that much was apparent. But you only sensed so because you were alike in that regard and so many others. Finally, you made it up to the top. But it was there that with your back facing him, you’d place your hands to your hips and laugh, making him fear you were about to do something heinous.
“Would you stop being so damn sad? It’s your birthday for god’s sake, at least smile a little. I know you’re getting old but I’m not used to seeing you without that stupid ass grin. It scares me.”
to which he’d audibly yet softly gasp. There was no way you of all people had remembered that! Although you teased about hating each other, it was the furthest thing from..even so, you kept your distance in personal affairs outside of sex. It’d feel too intimate and getting attached was something both of you feared. But that was all but thrown out of the window when you gave him his first gift of the day. “What?.. you didn’t think I’d remember, did you? Well too bad, you’re stuck with me and you’re gonna have a good time whether you want to or not. You’ve got a big day ahead of you. The only thing I want is for you to enjoy yourself..you have to promise me that.” His dumbfounded expression soon curved into a toothy smile, along with a hearty cackle. You managed to get one over on him and if nothing else, he could grant you that! You’d instruct him to search his bag, to which he’d find a card..sealed in a bow. How you’d manage to sneak that in, he’d never know but once he opened it, he nearly collapsed. Inside was a photo of him and his parents. He hadn’t seen either of them in years due to his work and then living states away back home but you could tell he loved them dearly. His mom had experienced some health issues recently but thankfully she was doing better but it was looking grim for a while. He’d call them every week, especially his mother whom he bonded with the most. So you took the liberty of reaching out and having them record a nice message to their son, wishing him a happy birthday. Telling him how proud they were and how much they loved him. He was already emotional and the sun had barely risen.
“Damn you, rookie. Who put you up to this?” Sniffling and laughing through tears. Because there was no way you were doing this of your own volition. Which was halfway true. Although you lost the bet, you’d still gone far overboard from what anyone expected. Spending rent like prices on this man and planning out an extravagant schedule. Even other first responders from his academy class who were no longer working for a set company came to fill in for the couple days. Turning on your heel, you’d giggle and walk towards him, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Oh Ace, my sweet dumb boy, you’re so cute thinking that anyone alive could tell me what to do. Now let’s go before we miss our check in time at the hotel.” “Hotel? Makes me sound like a cheap slut you’re renting out for the day.” “You are a slut, my dear but you most certainly aren’t cheap.” Having checked in for two days. And already, it was shaping up to be a wonderful day. From there, you two would head to the Laporte Hotel in the next town over, where you’d be spending the day. The car ride back was much more lively as the two of you laughed, spoke and talked about different things. The most amicable you’d ever been. He’d tell you about his upbringing and how he’d grown up with Luffy and his other adoptive brother. He’d talk about cooking and helping around the house for his mom and hunting with his dad. He was genuinely excited and a part of you thought it was the cutest thing. Next on the docket was breakfast..you took him to this bistro where you guys had eaten once when you were invited to a summit for firefighters on public safety. You recalled the first time you saw him in that dress uniform. Hat and white gloves accenting the ensemble..he looked so good! You hated to admit it but that charisma and confidence he exuded while delivering his speech was such a turn on. His favorite thing on the menu were the crepes and you ordered him the biggest stack he could eat. You two chowed down on delicious foods before checking in with bags in tow. You even managed to snap a couple of photos and videos of him, wearing a bright smile in case he decided to lie and say he didn’t enjoy himself. He entered the room and jumped on the bed like a child..causing you to shake your head.
“Would you get down from there?! You know you’re getting up there in age, old man. One wrong move and that hip is out of place.” To which he retorted and stuck his tongue out. “I’m twenty eight not ninety eight, you smartass. Besides, I think you of all people know how great of shape I’m in.” Flashing you a wink, which only prompted you to snark your lips before turning around to pin your hair up before going to the pool. Platinum gray tresses atop your head from that new install you’d gotten. In all fairness, it was his fault it had to be redone anyway so you figured you’d change it up entirely. He wasn’t mad in the slightest because that color complimented your skin so well. “If you’re referring to that weak ass stroke game of yours, spare me—“ but it wasn’t even a full second before you could finish the sentence before you found yourself tousled over his shoulder with your half covered asscheek being smacked. “Oh shut up. You didn’t even believe that when you said it.” Cackling before tossing you onto the bed for a little pregame makeout session. It was nice, honestly and from the way he was kissing and caressing you, it was hard to tell who exactly was supposed to be getting pampered today! Even letting out a whimper when he licked and bit on your neck. “I know what I want more than anything today..” “..mmm, what’s that?” and his response: “that’s a secret. Classified information..” The spontaneity of his was such an attractive trait..a man of adventure and strong will. “Save your energy, baby boy. You’re gonna need it for later…”
but unbeknownst, he had no interest in waiting to unwrap his most sought after gift. It was around noon time when you guys hit the giant indoor pool. Filled with crystalline blue waters and most importantly, it was heated because the one outside was more than likely freezing. Swimming around and splashing water on each other. You’d even rent out the private jacuzzi, where he’d down flutes of champagne. Something he never thought he’d do in his entire life! Ace grew up in rather humble beginnings and in rough terrain. His entire life consisted of rough conditions..now here he was being catered to like a damn princess! It wasn’t his style in the slightest but it was something he could acclimate to, at least for a day or so..
“Never thought I’d be day drinking in a fucking jacuzzi like a divorced aunt but here I am.” Uttering with his arms outstretched as you swam over to him. “Well even a jackass like you deserves nice things every once in a while.” Teasing as you rubbed on his bare chest, trailing over his tattoo. Still insisting on committing to the bit of insulting him. Honestly, he wouldn’t want it any other way though! It was his favorite part of your charm and it showed that you guys shared a bond that he couldn’t with any other woman. He liked that you challenged him..that you made it worth the chase. He’d wear you down eventually and when he did, the moment would be that much sweeter. “God, I can’t wait to shut that pretty little mouth of yours later..” setting the tone for the sexual tension that was sure to be insurmountable by the end of the night. “We’ll see. You should know by now you can’t tame a girl like me.” Flicking your tongue around those glossed lips before wrapping them around your champagne flute, which made him twitch behind those swim trunks.
his resolve proved to be rather weak because the second you made it back to the room, swaddled in warm towels to dry your damp bodies, he’d just have to get himself a small sample. You’d been straddling his thigh in the water and although you were floating intermittently, you could feel that cock growing erect when you brushed it. So once that door was locked, you’d find yourselves in the shower..tongues deep down each other's throats; your head spun around as he fed you back shots. Holding the center of your stomach whilst he did so. From the bathroom back to the bed, your nude bodies made contact with the cool air as he flicked his tongue around on that exposed clit. Spreading you open on the crisp sheets and devouring that sloppy cunt. Slurping on that bud with strings of spit fluttering all around those plump lips..enjoying his feast. “..c’mon, baby. It’s my birthday…I think I deserve a little treat.” Taunting for his reason as to why he couldn’t hold back his urges. Hopelessly moaning and rutting the mattress as he spouted all sorts of debaucherous thoughts. Your white painted toes resting atop his shoulder blades as those brown eyes darted back into your skull and your breath caught. “I see one of my wishes came true. Finally got you to shut the fuck up.” “You got lucky. That’s it.” Even gliding a hand up to your throat for added pleasure. You were in for it today, that was certain! The remainder of the afternoon was spent lounging and lazing around, a luxury that didn’t come often in your profession. You spent every waking moment thinking of the dangers that surrounded you. You had witnessed gruesome scene after gruesome scene and oftentimes, the only way to cope was through your vices. It felt nice not to have that lingering over your head for at least a day. Your head on his chest as you slept and naturally, he took the opportunity to plant a few kisses on your forehead, along with snapping pictures of you with drool seeping from your mouth!
finally, the moment had arrived and the two of you were setting out for dinner at Viva!, the Latin fusion lounge that had been all the rave around here. You told him that you wouldn’t do anything too extravagant but you couldn’t help but to splurge a little. The two of you spent the next couple of hours getting ready. You’d FaceTime your friends whilst patting on makeup with cameos from the birthday boy himself. They were thrilled to see him enjoying himself..and the both of you looked absolutely stunning! Ace dressed in a black button down with the chest slightly open. Short sleeves to display his array of artwork..a gold plated belt buckle with the Gucci emblem in the center of his waist with black slacks on and suede loafers on his feet. The face of his gold wristwatch reflecting from the light, fragrant scent of cologne wafting from his body. He looked and smelled absolutely delectable. Unraveling your curls from underneath your bonnet, (y/n) sat before the vanity mirror with your makeup setting. It was whilst you were applying your lipstick that he’d steal another kiss. Swatting him away, you’d try to stop him before your hard work was muddled. “You’re going to ruin my makeup, quit!” Attempting to evade his barrage of smooches. But he was insatiable, absolutely enthralled with how beautiful you looked. “Might as well get a head start.” Only earning him a deep scoff and a hard eye roll!
“You’re impossible. I’m going to put on my dress, I’ll be ready in a minute and try not to beat your dick while I’m gone, you pervert.” “That honor goes all to you, my beloved.”
rising from your seat and strutting over to the bathroom, where you’d strip from your coverup and begin to place on the ensemble of the evening; a form fitting red dress with velvet material and a thigh high split. Strappy heels curling your calves and jewelry adorning your neckline and ears. Almost entirely different contrasts from your day jobs..it’d be hard to even recognize the two of you without yellow armored suits and soot covering your faces. You had to admit, it felt nice to be dressed up for an occasion that didn’t involve work conferences. You had been in there a little too long for his liking, mainly because he was growing impatient and wanted to see the final product. In truth, he was sweating bullets, wondering just how he’d react to seeing you all dolled up..knowing you’d gone through the trouble just for him. Even his palms perspired..
“Jesus, rookie. Do you have molasses in your ass or something? I swear you take forever to get ready.”
but you wouldn’t keep him in suspense for long. He’d rise to his feet and moments later, he’d be graced with the sight of quite possibly the most beautiful thing he’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. “Don’t rush me. I know it’s your birthday but you don’t have to be a jerk..so, what do you think?” the door swung open and you came strutting out, an absolute vision of beauty and the sole object of his desire! Ace couldn’t even fathom what he was feeling. His eyes stretched wide open and voice caught in his throat. If you guys stayed in this room any longer, he had no guarantee you'd make it out! So he’d merely grasp your hand, placing a gentle peck atop it. No jokes or snide remarks. “..you look absolutely beautiful, mi amor.” The compliment brought you sheer butterflies. Smirking as he led the two of you out of the room. Tonight was sure to be one for the books.
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Viva! was unlike any other place either of you had frequented before. Ambient orange lighting set the tone for the atmosphere..lively music thumping through the speakers with Spanish lyrics and sleek, elegant interior. You guys arrived right at the rush..the late night date crowds and parties of young people chopping it up. It was bustling but amid all the chaos, Ace only had eyes for you..
“Alright, so I gotta ask and you better be honest with me.”
surrounded by a table full of emptied plates that were once carefully curated and styled with beautiful dishes, now consumed along with intricately mixed drinks, you guys sat across from one another, discussing the day and various other topics. Akin to that of a real couple..
“Go for it.”
“So why do you hate celebrating your birthday so much? I mean, it’s the one day out of the year that you get to feel special. It doesn’t make sense.” It was something that you and everyone else was dying to know as well. But the answer wasn’t exactly a simple one either. Truth be told, it had always been a sore subject for the vice fire chief. It started in his youth and the habit had stuck with him ever since. A secret he’d disclose only to you.
“Truth be told…my family was really poor growing up. My brothers and I were raised by our grandparents mainly, because our parents were in and out of trouble. Not that I hold it against them or anything because they were products of their environment, I still love them..but we had to grow up pretty fast because of that. We didn’t have time to focus on trivial things like birthdays, we had to survive and that was our only goal. So I guess it stuck, y’know? As you get older, the less people tend to care about those things. It’s just another day..” suddenly, you’d feel your heart sink and become heavy with a tinge of sadness. This entire time you’d spent giving him hell and he’d come from the very same side of the tracks you had. You two weren’t all that different, maybe that’s why you couldn't stand him because he was all too familiar..reminding you of your own trauma and upbringing. Without saying a word, he’d continue on with his speech. Continuing to pour your heart out now that you had him feeling sentimental..
“…I know you were probably convinced by my brothers and the guys at the firehouse to take me out. Hell, I don’t think anyone would willingly want to be around me this long. Even so, I appreciate you, rookie. For all of this. It means a lot.” ..in that moment, something within you broke. Those steel, guarded walls that had been shielding your heart finally began to crack. In that moment, Robin’s words would begin to sound off in your ear and all you could do is laugh. She was right! Dammit..she was always right. This man was so much more than what you thought of him and it took this whole ordeal to come to grips with that. Lowering your head, you’d begin to chuckle and reach over for his hand.
“You really are dumb. How many times do I have to tell you..no one gives me orders. Not even you..I’m exactly where I want to be right now. So enjoy yourself and stop acting as if you’re wrong for finally doing something nice for yourself. It’s your night.”
it was all he needed to hear, honestly. So he’d do exactly that! He’d indulge in all of the drinks, laugh until his stomach hurt, he’d even ask for your hand in a dance. Promptly teaching you how to do a quick bachata. He truly had fun, and for the first time in his young life, he lived without guilt or consequence. No limitations or reservations and he allowed himself to enjoy the things he denied himself for so long. Peace, happiness and selfishness. For one night, it was all about Ace! The staff would come out with sparklers blazing around a tray with a slice of lava cake plated in the middle. Reading ‘Happy Birthday Ace’ around the perimeter. He’d stare at the dessert, contemplating for a moment before you spoke.
“Well, what are you gonna wish for?” And he knew just the thing..the only thing he wanted..blowing out the single candle as he closed his eyes and set his manifestation into the universe. You’d catch the whole thing on film to commemorate the moment. It was a night that would remain freshly implanted in your memories for a long time. But it was far from over..
so fast forward an hour or so..from a quick Uber ride across town to the hotel elevator where you couldn’t keep your hands..or lips to yourselves, you’d vehemently make out the entire way to the room. Tipsy on one another with both alcohol and admiration..peeling each other out of those clothes and whispering naughty nothings into each other's ears. Him telling you how he was going to make you come until your mind went blank..and how you were going to let him use your mouth and throat to his heart's content. So debaucherous and lewd, but the steamy moment was only set to intensify. Because while you were gone, the hotel staff was equipping your suite with more of that delicious champagne from earlier, along with strawberries, ice, chocolate sauce and a few other things. He had no idea what was coming to him. As quiet as it was kept, you’d always wanted to spoil your partner like this and although your relationship was fairly complex, you’d take this all the same. So with pure lust fueling you, you’d rip one another out of those designer threads, letting them fall to the floor before you’d jump into his arms and he'd place you on the bed where he wasted not another moment utilizing those delicacies left here.
“Strawberries and chocolate, huh? If I didn’t know any better, rookie..I’d say you were a little freak. What’s next, handcuffs?” “Oh please, this pussy drives you crazy enough as is. You sure as hell wouldn’t leave me alone if I pulled that out.”
the real reason he couldn’t get rid of you is because you matched his wit perfectly! Always with a slick remark to his jokes. With you sprawled out before him, completely on display for his taking, you’d lie there as he dredged a strawberry over your lips before allowing you to suckle on it. Meanwhile, his fingertips, brandishing a piece of ice, slowly trailed down your torso all the way to your sensitive center. He watched your reactions in real time. Seeing you writhe, whimper and moan; begging him for more with your reactions. Tongue extended and lapped over that strawberry before biting into it. “More, baby? Is that what you want?” Taunting the question whilst that ice cube resided over your clit. Making it melt with the direct reaction to your sticky heat..such a beautiful sight. “Yes!..please..” the first time in a while since he’d heard you in such a submissive manner. He wanted you so badly..to sink his cock into you once more but he wanted to truly get you so stimulated and aroused, you wouldn’t be able to bear another moment without him. Very lightly coating his fingers in that sweet sauce, he’d allow you to suck every remnant of it off whilst still circulating that cube over your bud. Positioning that head up as if he were cradling you. “Good girl..show me how you’re gonna use that mouth. Keep sucking like that and I’ll let you get the real thing..” just that quickly, he’d turn you from sarcastic, snarky brat to his obedient, whiny slut. He couldn’t ask for more!
Ace persisted with his foreplay for as long as he saw fit; bringing you to the edge of climatic bliss, only to snatch it away. Upon training your mouth, he’d graduated you from strawberries and fingers to the beaming tip of his cock. Positioned on his knees as he instructed you to keep yours parted whilst his fingers explored your dripping core. Maneuvering around to stretch that tight little cunt to his liking. Meanwhile, your throat served as merely a vessel for his unrelenting pleasure. Gagging erupting as he pushed and forced your head down onto his shaft. Becoming far more aggressive than he was prior. It seemed that he was finally sick of showing restraint. “That’s it, baby…take it deep. Take that fucking dick down your throat. Gag on it—fuck, just like that.” His deep tone teeming with lust. Meanwhile, the only thing that you could do was whimper, moan and gurgle as he used your mouth so carelessly. Those eyes were smeared with the beautiful application of makeup you had worked so hard on. You looked an absolute mess but your body told a different story. That juicy little center was leaking from this brutal treatment. Loving the sensation brought forth by being manhandled. Choked, slapped and even your jaws getting filled with globs of saliva. Swallowing and licking his balls as he jerked himself above your face. “Yeah, look at me while you do it, baby. Let me see how much you love being my little slut.” He may have been bashful but the two places his confidence shone were on the battlefield and in the bedroom. This man was like an entirely different person behind closed doors. One you’d gladly allow you to use your body in any way he saw fit. “What do you say when I spit in that pretty mouth, huh? Don’t tell me you forgot your manners..” “..thank you, daddy. Give me more, please.” To which he’d oblige. Before long, you found yourself on top of him, positioned perfectly on his cock as it resided in your hilt. Although you were a complete wreck already, he was far from done. He wanted to claim you in mind, body and spirit..have you so addicted, you would feel like oxygen had escaped your lungs when he wasn’t around. Turned in a reverse cowgirl position, Ace clutched your hips and guided you up and down to his leisure. Your pussy stuffed to the brim and throbbing around his cock. All you could do was gasp as those hard thrusts jolted you around.
“You didn’t think I’d take it easy, did you? Nah, baby. I wanna hear you fucking scream. I want you coming all over this dick..”
firm in his intent, roughly bucking those hips into the plump of your ass. When you couldn’t contain yourself, he’d take the liberty of folding your legs behind your head in a sitting full nelson. An intricate but effective position. One he could claim that cunt in without limitations. Your eyes would fluctuate between open and closed, stuck in your skull and front and center. Your entire body was riddled with ecstasy and it wouldn’t be long until you’d find yourselves reaching that breaking point. Even so, it didn’t stop either of you from wanting more than your share. You wanted it to hurt..to feel every part of him. To fuck his frustrations, emotions and all out on you. All those times he couldn’t have a happy ending. For when he’d spent another year getting older but all alone..drowning his sorrows in a bottle, you wanted tonight to be the atonement for that. For him to feel nothing but joy!
“Oh my God! Right there, baby. Please..take this pussy. It’s yours..fuck—“
so through all of the salacious cries and dirty desires, you wanted to know above all else..he was special.
“Yeah? It’s all mine?” His tone was still rough but cooing as he relentlessly pounded up into you. Forcing tears down your cheek. Although they were purely of joy. That much was apparent by the look on your face. You were in utter bliss. So full of ecstasy and happiness! You’d never felt anything like this. What was it?…it was far more than just the normal lust you two experienced together. “God, I love this pussy so much..I love you. I love you so much, baby. Oh my gosh, I can’t get enough of it..” admitting so carelessly. He had no regrets. He’d known that he’d felt that way from the very start and maybe the alcohol made it easier to admit but he was done pretending. You were the only woman for him! So through tear filled eyes, you’d pant and try to hold it in, along with that brimming orgasm, but you couldn’t any longer.
“I love you more! I love you so much, Ace…please, I need you..”
those words were the ones he’d been dying to hear all along and he could tell you meant it. Meant every one..all he could do was think about how relieved he was. His heart couldn’t stop beating and neither of you could stop crying. It made an already surreal moment even more magical. When he’d instruct you to release at the same time as him. On the count of three, your trembling bodies explode like fireworks in a fit of pleasure and passion. The intensity dredged up so many feelings but only one thing was for certain when he found the strength to reposition you onto your back..cradling your face into his palm as he hoped to quell you. Telling you how great of a job you’d done. He had to know, he had to say it for real this time.
“Did you mean that, baby? Do you really love me?..” and it was simple. It was the same a million times over:
“Yes…I love you, Ace. And I’m so sorry it took me this long to realize it. You were never my enemy. I should’ve seen that sooner. I hope you can forgive me.”
touching his face and swiping his tears away with your thumb. All he could do was sob tears of utter bliss in that moment. He was finally able to be vulnerable, no longer able and not needing to hold back his emotions. It made you see just how much he needed you all the same. “Wait, what’s wrong?” You were worried. But truthfully, there was no need. Because as it turns out, you’d granted him the one thing he’d wanted more than any shoes or watches out of today and that was your heart! He wanted to hear you finally utter those words and he got it. To him, this was hands down the best birthday ever!
“Nothing at all. It’s just that..all my wishes came true tonight. If that’s not heaven smiling down on me, I don’t know what is.” “Because no one deserves it more than you..happy birthday, my love.”
and you only hoped that you’d get to experience so many more by his side!
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Having thoughts of Incel!Shigaraki obsessed with Idol! Reader
Edit: Just realized I should warn y’all about a Noncon creampie.
MDNI
Like, imagine Shiggy watching every concert live at home. Buying all the merch available and keeping it in a little box in his closet. Buying tickets on a day off and attending because he wanted your true fan to be there supporting you.
You were his saving grace. The one thing that made him truly believe in something after hero society was eradicated. You made life worth living.
There’s multiple attacks during rival idol groups’ performances, as well as boy groups that people were getting a bit too comfortable shipping you with. But there’s never an attack during your performances.
He buys lingerie and sex toys themed after your idol group. Sprays the lingerie with perfume someone found on your dresser during a group AMA video and holds it to his face while fucking his fleshlight. He’s jerked himself raw watching you on more than one occasion. Fantasizing about meet cutes that lead to him fucking you backstage, in an alley, on a train, anywhere.
They’d always start with him making you laugh. He’s heard your laugh so many times that he can’t hear it without getting rock hard. You’d lean up to give him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Such a fucking tease, he’d think. He’d wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you properly. You’d be a panting, needy mess.
He’d whisper in your ear all the things he wanted to do to you, squeezing your sides. You’d murmur something about being in public, and he’d lead you to the closest slightly-secluded area he could find. He’d strip you naked and tell you to be quiet while he fucks you like a mutt.
You’d keep whimpering about how big he was. You were splitting open, you couldn’t take it, slowly morphing into how good he was fucking you, how much you loved him, “Please don’t stop”, “I’m cumming,”.
He’d grit out that he was gonna breed your cunt. You’d beg him to pull out, but he keeps going and as you’re begging him “Not inside, please not inside, you’ll get me pregnant” His hips stutter as he pushed himself as deep as he could reach, cumming inside with a lengthy groan. And it’s so much, it’d spill out around his cock.
He’d pull out and more would spill onto the floor. You’d reach down and touch the mess between your legs, flinching slightly at the stimulation. He’d tuck himself back in his boxers, snap a photo of your used cunt, kiss your cheek, and leave.
Then reality would come crashing back down as he calmed down. He turns to look at the video he was watching, paused on you eating a push pop, leaving rings of lipstick along the length. His cock twitched in his flesh light.
Such a fucking tease.
Shiggy is so gross and mean god I want him.
#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki tomura smut#shigaraki smut#bnha x reader#bnha smut#mha x reader#mha smut#mdni#18+ mdni#minors dni#18+ only#First drabble what do you think?
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I have so many feelings about the first Hunt and it’s aftermath from 2x08 & 09! Apologies for the word-vomit below this.
I never thought it would happen, but dare I say, Travis has become one of my favorite characters this season.
As an older sibling, I was right there with Travis these last two episodes. His guilt and grief in Storyteller hit very close to home for me and I just.
Right after the crash, everyone looked to Travis to take care of Javi, even when he was still trying to process the fact that he had just watched his father fall out of a fucking plane. He dug up his father’s rotting corpse in order to get a ring to help Javi grieve and remember their dad. He spent months walking 7 miles in every direction every day looking for Javi. And after all that, Javi still died. Not only did Travis lose his father, but now he’s lost his brother for the SECOND TIME. To make it worse, Javi was safe, he wasn’t picked! But then Travis decided to protect Natalie, and from the looks of it, he was ready to take her place; he threw himself in front of the door behind her and stood with a knife at his throat (for the second time oh my god these girls). I missed it before, but Travis looked to Javi and whispered his name after the Hunt went after Nat, he asked Javi to protect Natalie when he couldn’t. And doesn’t that make it so much worse? Up until then, Javi had been running away from the violence. Travis asked him to step up and take care of Natalie, someone they both grew to love. Javi became just like his big brother, and he died for it.
Side note: Travis is a better man than me because if that was my sister trust and believe I’d have done more than send them on a guilt trip, even if I was starving!! Not to soft quote Queen Ramonda here but HAS HE NOT GIVEN EVERYTHING?! His dad died while helping the girls put on their oxygen masks during the crash, Javi died so that the rest of them wouldn’t starve. His whole family died saving the Yellowjackets! Ben didn’t eat Jackie OR Javi and he’s still alive and kicking and burning down cabins, our girls SICK AND TWISTED (said with love). Even in the Donner Party, they made sure they ate in separate groups so that families would not have to eat each other or watch as their loved ones were eaten.
Anyway, I’ve seen a lot of people harping on Travis for telling Van that they should all be ashamed of what they did, and god it makes me so upset. Y’all can excuse hunting your friends and cannibalism but not a grieving teenage boy lashing out after the murder of his little brother??!! Like, the first thing Travis did when he saw his brother’s body was try to untie his hands because he’s not an animal he’s just a kid, and then cradled him like a baby, only to have his body taken from him moments later to be dismembered and butchered.
As the youngest of the survivors, Javi was someone who, by normal conventions, should have been protected by the rest of the group. Of course Travis needs them to be ashamed of what they did, he blames himself for Javi’s death just as much as he does then, if not more!! Travis was supposed to protect him and he failed him!!
I understand that Travis is not a fan favorite by a long shot and Van is one of the most popular characters in the show, which might be skewing the perception of this scene a bit, but I think the people who are dunking on Travis here are missing the point a little? Yes, Van gave him some brutal honesty and was well within her rights to do so. However!! Travis also gets to be pissed at the Yellowjackets. The fact is: they absolutely SHOULD be ashamed, but they’re not. They fully COULD HAVE saved Javi, but they didn’t. Javi was not the one who drew the card, but he died anyway. Why was Javi’s life worth less than Lottie’s, who might have died on her own? Because they liked her more? Because he was more expendable? No matter how much you justify it, Javi did not NEED to die. None of it was fair. That’s the point, that’s the tragedy of it all!
Lottie Matthews really dropped the thesis of the show: “Is there a difference?”
It doesn’t matter if there was some supernatural entity out there who “chose” Javi to die, it would have happened anyway. It’s much easier to stand by and watch a boy drown than to do the killing yourself. They were starving, he was there. Even if the Wilderness chose, the Yellowjackets chose, too.
Circling back a bit, I also want to talk about the difference between the two instances of cannibalism on this show: how they’re similar and different.
When Shauna and Travis discover their loved ones bodies (both frozen might I add), they assume very similar positions, kneeling by their heads and touching their faces. Both of their death’s were caused by the collective inaction of the rest of the group. The person who takes the first bite was the person who loved them most, thus giving permission to the others to eat and spurring on the feeding frenzy.
Jackie was an accident, Javi was on purpose. When Shauna found Jackie, she screamed and was in denial, trying to shake her awake. Travis was almost completely silent, only whispering “I’m sorry” and cradling Javi’s head in his lap. They held onto Jackie’s frozen corpse for months so Shauna could grieve her, but they took Javi away from Travis after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. They ate Jackie whole like vultures, but they butchered Javi like an animal. The process of eating Jackie took a long time, almost three months from her death to consumption. Hell, she was slow roasted. With Javi though, “it all happened so fast” he was dead, cleaned, and eaten all within a few hours.
Shauna ate Jackie’s ear first. Jackie was driven into the cold by Shauna’s words. Travis ate Javi’s heart first. Javi went after Natalie because Travis loved her and because he loved Travis.
I’ve seen people say that the progression to the Hunt was too sudden and a result of bad writing but I’m going to have to disagree! Just from the parallels between Jackie and Javi’s deaths alone you can tell these writers know their shit. The Hunt has been teased since Doomcoming back in S1, the bloodthirsty side to the Yellowjackets has long been set up (Not!Tai eating Jackie’s face, Misty pushing Crystal, Shauna beating up Lottie). All season, we have seen various characters talking about eating another person multiple times (Misty and Crystal with the bone broth, Gen and Melissa about Crystal’s body, Mari and Misty both threatening Coach Ben), so they’ve had cannibalism on the brain for a while before they decided to Hunt. I’d go so far as to say the first signs of the Hunt were back in 1x01 with the girls icing out Allie for the greater good so they could win nationals. Them shunning Jackie solidified that the Yellowjackets were more than comfortable singling out and dehumanising one of their own, so long as the rest of the group deemed it necessary.
Cannibalism also is probably one of those things that gets easier the more you do it? Like they definitely would have Hunted and eaten Travis during Doomcoming if they had already taken the first step into cannibalism before then. Once they ate Jackie, all bets were off. The Wilderness “refusing” to let Lottie die was just a convenient excuse, they were hurdling headfirst into hunting their friends for sport looooong before then.
All this to say the Season 2 finale destroyed me and these are only Some of my thoughts about it. I’m not even TOUCHING the Natalie stuff yet.
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets spoilers#travis martinez#van palmer#yellowjackets season 2#shauna shipman#jackie taylor#javi martinez
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Children of Wrath (Pt.2)
Din Djarin x Jedi!Reader
Warning: slight canon divergence, clone wars spoilers, Star Wars level violence. Angst.
Summary: at the end of the clone wars and the fall of the Jedi Order, one Jedi goes into hiding in the most unusual of ways until a Mandalorian stumbles across her. . . Two decades later.
A/N: this still is not anywhere close to my best piece of writing but I’m trying y’all. Anyways here’s part two and please tell me what you thought!
“Who the hell are you?”
Repeating your words, your eyes bore into the Mandalorian several feet before you, his hand hovering over his blaster.
“If anything I should be asking that question.” His voice somehow calm despite the situation.
Continuing to take deep breaths, you smoothed your hand across your face, moving the hair that had been plastered to your cheekbones. The very marrow of your bones felt like they were made of solid ice and you had to stop yourself from letting your teeth chatter. Your Jedi robes were soaked and clung to you like wet paper. In other words the after affects of being frozen in carbonite were less than ideal.
Eyeing the armor clad man in front of you, you could tell he wasn’t going to give you his name.
“At least tell me this, how long has it been?”
“How long has it been since what?” He responded, Din still trying to figure out why you had been incased in carbonite and tucked away on old republic cruiser. Were you a criminal? An Emperial? How the kriff did you get here?
“Since this Venator crashed?”
Letting his mind wander back to the numerous republic symbols on the walls. He took a breath, hand falling from his blaster.
“Twenty years or so.”
“What?” That couldn’t be right. Ahsoka and Rex would have gotten you out of here. She would have felt your life force. Neither of them would ever leave you behind.
Unless… unless they didn’t survive the crash either.
Twenty years.
“Alright we’ll that’s not ideal.” You breathed, stuffing all your rising emotions back down before bracing your hands at your sides to help push you up slowly to a standing position. Your barely got upright before you had to throw an arm out to the wall to keep yourself from falling over.
“Are you telling me you’ve been asleep for two decades?”
“It would seem so.”
“Why were you on this ship to begin with?” His question making you raise an eyebrow.
“You mean my ship?”
“Your ship?”
“Yeah that’s what I said Shiny. I was the General of this ship at the time.”
With each answer you gave him the more questions he had, the Mandalorian growing more confused by the minute.
“General?”
Letting out a light sigh, you pushed yourself away from the wall. Could you trust this person? The last time you were conscious the galaxy was falling apart and the only people you could trust were Rex and Ahsoka.
And they were gone now.
“Never mind that. I guess it’s all in the past now,” you paused, casting your eyes around the vacant corpse of the ship.
How many of your troops were still buried in the rubble of this craft? How many had you lost? What had happened after the Venator hit the surface?
“We should get out of here. It’s not safe.” The sound of the ship settling once again making you both look up.
You raised an eyebrow momentarily at the Mandalorian, taking another few steps around the cluttered room.
“Are you afraid of ghosts Mando?”
“I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“Maybe you should.”
Beneath his helmet Din let his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Trailing your hand of the cracked control panel, you walked towards the door. “A ghost is just a spirit of a dead person that can walk among the living. Isn’t that what I am? Everyone I Know and love probably thinks I’m dead. I’m just an echo of the past.”
With each passing second Din grew more curious about you. You didn’t seem like a threat- but then again some people were good at hiding their true nature.
“You are right though. We should get out of here.” You breathed, stepping out into the slanted hallway. “Follow me.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“I’m not telling you to trust me, but I did command this ship for several years so I do know these hallways better than you, and it’s not like I’m gonna attack you. I can barely block a punch let alone a blaster bolt.” Letting out another breath you slowly began side stepping your way down the hallway, the only signal that the Mandalorian was following you being from his footsteps.
As the two of you navigated your way through the cruiser, more and more memories found their way to you. With each room you passed it was like turning back the pages in your story. You remembered late night talks with Rex when you couldn’t sleep, the two of you nursing cups of caf in the empty cafeteria or how you used to spar with Anakin in the training rooms to let off steam. You remembered having to kick the bottom of the top bunk in your sleeping quarters to stop Ahsoka from talking in her sleep and standing on the bridge with your former master, watching in a calm silence as you shot into hyperspace.
In a way this was the closest thing you thing you had to a home. During the war you never spent much time at the temple, the Venator always felt more homely than the vast halls of the temple on corucant.
“Who froze you in carbonite?” The Mandalorians voice breaking through the silence after a few minutes of walking in silence.
“I did.”
The way you said it so matter of factly had Din doing a double take. “You froze yourself in carbonite? Why would you do something like that?”
With a shrug you ducked under a partially collapsed section of ceiling, “the ship was coming down, I didn’t have time to escape. I had to use it as a form of protection.”
“That’s-“ Din paused for a second, his steps faltering as he looked at you with an almost sort of wonder, thankful that his helmet kept his expression hidden. “That’s actually incredibly smart.”
“Why thank you.” You turned to look over your shoulder, giving him a soft smile.
There was something about this Mandalorian that pulled your interest. You had met many mandalorians in your time as a Jedi, and they all gave off such a wild and untamed personality to them. They didn’t like being told what to do and many of them were hotheaded. . . But this one? This one was like an eye of a hurricane. He had a calmness to him but also a fierceness that wrapped around him like the very armor on his shoulders.
“You’re- you’re welcome.” You could hear the slight surprise in his voice from you soft thanks, his voice bringing a smile to your face that even caught you off guard.
It had been twenty years since someone last made you smile, and now this random stranger had made it happen again with such ease.
“Why were you digging around this ship to begin with?” You sighed, moving to change the subject as the first glimpses of natural light were spotted up ahead.
“I was sent here on a job. Wasn’t even sure what I was looking for.”
“You’re a scrapper?”
Din paused, stepping over a large piece of metal before answering, “bounty hunter.”
Whirling around in surprise you looked back at your savior. “Really? Well you take the cake for most polite bounty hunter I’ve ever met. Congratulations.”
Trying to hide the surprise in his tone, Din let out a cough. “Met a lot of bounty hunters have you?”
“Several. One was even a grumpy teenager who practically picked a fight with everyone in his path. He had a particular hatred for my friend Obi-wan.”
That earned a small chuckle from the Mandalorian now walking besides you, the noise making you smile.
“Word of advice,” you added, “don’t trying fighting teenagers. They’re all crazy.”
“Noted.”
As the two of you made your way towards the broken hull of the ship, you inhaled deeply letting the fresh air flow into your lungs. After years of sitting on the surface of the planet part of the ship had sunken into the ground, leaving a steep and slippery metal slab before you that led towards the open sky above you.
If you were at full strength you could have easily propelled yourself out of there,but unfortunately you were far from it.
“Here, I’ll go first and pull you up.” The Mandalorian stepping up besides you and pulling on the rope that hung loosely from the opening a few feet away.
“How can a trust you to not leave me down here?” You joked, giving him a playful side eye as you spoke.
“I won’t. . . I promise.”
And sure enough he held up to his promise because a few minutes later you were clambering out of the confines of the ship, his gloved hand tightly gripping yours.
The second your feet hit the dirt beneath you, you drew in a breath, eyes glued to the horizon and the slowly lightening sky as the sun began making its first appearance, signaling a new day.
“Huh, first sunrise in twenty years.” You sighed, eyes slightly burning as if signaling the oncoming tears. “I didn’t realize I had spent so long in the dark.”
Something in the rising sun broke something inside you and all of a sudden you crumpled to your knees, not realizing you had still been holding the mandalorians hand until you let it go. Your fingers curled into the dirt as your eyes stayed on the brightening horizon, irises burning with unshed tears.
It was all hitting you at once. Like a massive way was slamming into you.
The world you had left behind was gone. None of it remained. You could feel it in the force, in the very marrow of your being.
The clones were gone. The Jedi were gone. . .
Your family was gone.
And for the first time in your life, you were alone.
Utterly and hopelessly alone, and you had no clue were your future led.
. . . If you even had one that is.
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Episode 10: Misty
Hello! This is about up to Episode 10 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 10 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the first season, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me. Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please just fucking block the tag
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There’s not a lot more to say about Misty because it’s all been reinforced so many times by the show but I’m going to say parts of it again because well, it’s the end of the season and I’m into it. Misty is absolutely loving Adam’s murder, because it puts her back in the position she briefly enjoyed in the woods: She is the only one who knows what to do, she is the only one who can be objective based about it instead of getting bogged down in her emotions about it. Misty is not worried about being caught because she is clever and cold as ice. What she does care about, is the fact that she is enjoying power over these girls, and much in the way that the crash itself and everything that came after did, this violence and death is twisting them together. In the heat of this moment, they will become one, and that’s what is important to Misty, is that if she’s useful, and if she has something to hold over their heads, she will have something she can call friends, even if her friends are just hostages.
Not surprised at all about Jessica, but also very sad, we could have had it all, rolling in the deep, etc. So interesting, that little bit about being a fixer, and I don’t know how much I believe her. But I also don’t disbelieve her. She’s the kind of person Taissa would hire! I love that at the end of it all, as disappointed as I am about Jessica not marrying Misty living, that Misty knows her vices well enough to know that Jessica will undo herself by being unable to give up smoking. Fucking misty, indeed, but also, fucking Jessica.
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Sanji: Chronicles Of King Nasty Chapter 1
This fanfic is sort of Sanji’s memoir with a twist. How? Just read on.
Ezreal sighs as he stares at the book in his hands. He was still in rehab and has yet to get out. His former manager sent him this book, a memoir by his idol, Sanji.
He was skeptical as he thought he knew everything about the man. He remembers meeting him when he was 5 years old. He smiles at that memory. Did he mention it in this book?
Sanji was 15 at the time. 13 years have passed since then. He was this close to becoming a pop star until his dreams came crashing down about 3 years ago. Ezreal is now 18 and confused as hell.
He might as well get started. The book was a black paperback with Sanji’s photo on it. He opens it and reads the first page:
Everyone thinks they know it all. The glitz, the glamour, the fame. They believe every tabloid headline as gospel truth forgetting that every celeb they hold to fucked up pedestals are fucking humans with real feelings…
“So true,” says Ezreal. He then starts getting flashbacks to his debut. He had the hottest single at the time. But there was a problem; his stupid record label was at odds with his vision for himself. His drug addiction worsened during that period and that greatly affected his performances as well. Now he wonders how Aogiri and Sangi did it back then. Did they face the same industry bullshit he faced? He is already getting sucked into the story with just that first paragraph. Damn, he is good at this.
Now I am sure y’all are wondering why I am even bothering to write this book. Truth is, I have so much to get off my chest. So much has happened over the years, that some of you might have heard of but never fully understood. Time to unpack the load. And yes this is me addressing my stupid father who thought he could get away with his latest publicity stunt. No bitch!! We have given you enough chances but you keep on blowing it!! This shit ends now!!
In order to understand how all this shit, how about we start all the way from the beginning? Now most of you may already know that my father is Judge Vinsmoke, a rap legend and frontrunner for World’s Shittiest Father and Husband….
Ezreal pauses here. He did not know that Judge was Sanji’s dad as Sanji used a completely different legal name back in the day. Now he understands why. He remembers seeing an interview with Judge where Judge called Sanji a chipmunk and talentless bimbo. Imagine calling your son that on live television. Thankfully, Sanji put him on blast a couple weeks later.
On the other side, we have my beloved mother, the legendary Miss Sora Bernard, one of the greatest popstars on Earth and an amazing mother to boot.
Why am I bringing them up? Well, our story here begins with both of them. Way before Your Truly was born, the both of them were the hottest couple in town at the time.
Starting off dating in their teens, they were seen as a match made in Heaven. But appearances can be deceiving, a lesson this fucked industry keeps teaching me.
You see, that old man was a nasty piece of shit. Mum got pregnant for him when they were 18 but the bastard forced her to abort the child in her bathroom whilst playing a guitar, claiming that the music would soothe the pain...
Ezreal gasps upon reading that. No wonder Sanji turned out the way he did. It all started from here. He knows about Sanji's mum as he talks about the woman a lot and he even met her at the fan sign event where he met Sanji, she seemed like a sweet lady. Hard to believe that this woman went through hell raising her kids.
He even threatened to ruin her career should word get out, and the poor woman complied. I am saying this because so many women out there are suffering in silence because of bastards like him.
Eventually they got married when she was just 21. A year later, she gave birth to my older sister, Reiju. The following year, she got pregnant again. They thought it was just one boy, but it turned out to be four.
Ezreal raises an eyebrow. So that old man was that nasty! Why would you threaten a woman like that and even force her to terminate her pregnancy?! No wonder the man treats his kids like shit. He knows that Sanji has 3 brothers. He has met them before and they are nice guys and a bit crazy like Sanji himself.
Father was the one that named all of us because in his delusional mind, he is the head of the house and there we his kids are his property. Yes we are not humans but rather we are mere products, not so different from the industry we operate in. How ironic.
“He has a point.” Considering his recent hellish experience, he gets what Sanji was trying to say there. His record label and pretty much every single major record label do not respect artistes. Instead, they treat artistes as products that they can use and discard.
When his label decided to drop him, it made front page news worldwide. It was all over social media and a lot of people got a kick out of mocking him and his supposed downfall.
Becomes ironic as his idol went through another media shitstorm recently regarding his personal life and went incognito soon afterward and then this book gets released. Maybe this book is meant to address all the shit people have been saying about him and Zoro.
He has yet to have a dating scandal but man Sanji went through shit. Wait...could this book be a manual of sorts for broken idols?
We were given numbers in our names to reflect dad’s sick ideology and also to identify each child as we the quadruplets looked so much alike when we were little.Like same blonde hair and eyes. Even Mother got confused at times.
The first few years were weird but still normal. Mum was the only parent involved in our lives. Father never gave a shit and was busy riding around town, fucking any woman he saw, and spending cash recklessly. Now bitches wonder how we got broke. Well, that is the fucking answer!!
Thank goodness for my siblings. We had each other and were always there for each other. We would always play and mess around. It was during those early years my talents began to reveal themselves. I was singing Mum’s song one day and everyone just froze. I remember being confused. “Why are you staring like that?” i did not realize that I was blessed with talent till mother told me.
Ever since that day, I began participating in talent shows. What made me determined to be the star that I would become is seeing Doflamingo performing on the Late Show. His charisma and swagger won me over. I began to listen to his songs and would copy his dance moves and style.
Ezreal howled with laughter. That sounds like his own story too. How relatable. He often envied those that had siblings as he was an only child. That plus his parents split after he was born.
Singing was a coping mechanism for him so he would often sing to himself and make himself feel better and forget whatever bullshit had happened that day.
He smiles fondly as he remembers his younger years when he would be singing into his makeshift mike which was his brush and he would dance to whatever popular song was hot at the time. He even participated in talent shows as well.
What made him want to become an artiste was watching Aogiri's debut music video 15 years ago. Sanji was the one that caught his attention that day. Those colored round glasses, the all-black leather outfit, his swag, everything won him. That caught his attention and he made his mother buy Aogiri's CDS and merch, thus becoming a super fan. He still has Aogiri posters on his wall.
My brothers and I were such cheeky little brats. Like, we always pranked Dad and made his life hellish and showed him his place in the house. Unfortunately, those innocent days came to a halt. When I was 8, my Father and mum got into a heated argument in the kitchen. I remember Reiju and Ichiji trying to drag me, Niji, and Yonji away from the room.
The next thing I knew, we heard a loud gunshot. We all froze as we saw Dad, towering over our mother, gun in hand pointed at her, and mum on the floor with blood all over the place.
Ezreal pauses as he feels his eyes begin to water. He does not know Sanji personally, but….no child deserves to go through that shit.
Reiju screamed whilst I rushed towards Mother and hugged her with tears in my eyes. I remember staring dad in the eyes despite my pain and saying to him, “Remember this day old fart because I will not rest until I become the greatest popstar this world has ever seen!! When I achieve that, I shall personally disgrace you and expose you for the evil bastard you truly are!!”
Before the old man can do anything, the police and paramedics arrive, and the bastard gets arrested. I would see that bastard until years after my debut. Mother survived that, but the incident still scars her to date. She filed for divorce from the old man and was granted custody of her kids and thus a new chapter begins….
Ezreal finished the first chapter that day. “Many would dismiss this as a plot from a movie. Yet it isn’t. Gonna read a chapter a day.”
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the first time I wrote this my laptop crashed halfway through and deleted everything and I started sobbing. here we go again, part 2, I'll try not to have a fucking stroke:
(Also not to be weird or unkind but pls don’t read/like/reply to this if you’re not a follower or mutual of mine. I trust my regulars and mutuals, some y’all that blow in on the wind scare me …)
here’s a little personal ramble about me discovering(?) my neurodivergency (with a sprinkle of childhood trauma) (I lied it’s not a sprinkle it’s a backhoe full) because I just had a fucking MASSIVE epiphany while sitting here doing nothing. Feel free to read idc, I just need somewhere to put this since I don’t have a shrink, and maybe some y'all will relate, considering we’re all a bit touched in the head here. This is a blog and I’m finally treating it like one lmao
a little context: I had somewhat severe epilepsy from age 4-5 that seemingly had no cause, and went away on its own. yay.
so, on to the topic at hand. My family had numerous stories about how I used to get seriously SERIOUSLY overwhelmed/ overstimulated as a child— so much so that on one particular occasion I hid in a basket of toys in my bedroom during my own birthday party until my mom had to make everyone leave early. Needless to say I was labelled “a handful.” My parents always blamed these outbursts of overstimulation in social settings on my epilepsy (even though this behavior continued after my epilepsy cured itself), saying that it made me tired, irritable, easily overwhelmed, etc. But now as an adult, knowing there is a fairly decent likelihood that I have not only adhd but autism too, this makes much more sense. Side note: my parents refuse to believe their child could be neurodivergent (among many other bigoted things their child could not be)—they shoot me down whenever I propose the idea, calling me silly—so it’s likely that bringing me to a specialist never crossed their minds, considering they didn’t want to consider it and I didn’t portray the “traditional symptoms” of neurodivergency that were known about in the early 2000s.
all this being said, yes, I just had that epiphany while sitting here on my couch and was like. oh. damn, that kinda makes sense now, looking back through a different lens. It’s always been here, apart of me. It’s always been with me. And realizing this kinda makes me a little sad. I have all the resources at my fingertips now as an adult to learn about all the ways my behavior has been misinterpreted throughout my life. All the times when I refused to let my mom brush/touch/style my hair, when I'd only eat the same favorite foods, why I was SO obsessed with pacifiers, why I would lash out and get overwhelmed and torment everyone around me. I understand why now, and it strangely makes me feel so sad and alone.
I feel like I’m always mourning my childhood and the loss of it (crying rn lol, a tear fell in my mouth). I was friendless and bullied for 9 whole years of my life, throughout my entire elementary and middle education. My grandparents, who were my best friends, died 15 months apart and I never got proper closure, and am still in mourning over a decade later. I was diagnosed with several life changing diseases when I was just a poor dumb kid and it virtually stripped my teenage years to their bare bones. I had good times, I did, but you don’t often remember the good times, do you. I remember feeling alone, overwhelmed, and so so so different for so many years of my life, and not understanding why. I really do think my childhood ended when my grandparents died when I was 10, because after that ushered in the mental and physical health problems, and still, no comfort in peers until my late teens. Even when I finally had friends in high school (not the same friends from high school that I've talked about here, mind you), they would tease me; laugh when I’d slip up verbally, or when I was slow on the uptake, even if I asked them to stop. I’d feel overwhelmed and isolated, but I'd suck it up because this is what friends do, despite this being exactly what my merciless “friend” bullies did in middle school.
Now I realize that I always had the right to be overwhelmed and angry that no one understood why— my symptoms of neurodivergy came in a “gifted kid” box, with hyperfixations and poor social skills abound. Now Ive got gifted kid burnout and explanations for my younger self. I understand why I sometimes felt like I needed to peel off my skin if I felt overwhelmed (still do lol), why kids didn’t want to be friends with me and thought I was weird, why I was so susceptible to teasing and why I couldn't stand up for myself, why I always pretended to fit in even though I and everyone else knew I didn’t.
I think I deserve to grow more now, knowing all this. I know I’ve done and said a lot of stupid shit I'm not proud of, and I know it may be a copout to blame it on not being entirely sure how to navigate social situations or on kids being mean little bastards, but I sincerely think I've grown as a human just by realizing it hasn’t all been my fault like I've told myself for so long. I didn’t drive people away as a kid, I couldn’t help it if I acted out when I was overwhelmed or overstimulated or humiliated— I didn’t want to put my mom through hell when she too was young and overwhelmed with having her first kid. But that’s all behind me, and I think that knowing now where it likely all stems from, I should these experiences to get to know myself a bit more, and take care of myself. Forgive myself.
okay now that I've cleared my sinuses with that hearty sob sesh... 🤷🏻♀️
#personal#this was LONG long good god 💀 out here writing essays on my trauma 🤪#can’t wait to dump this on a shrink one day 🤪
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Y’all haven’t seen me in awhile and I felt like I haven’t given an update on myself for a long, long time.
So firstly, those of you who know me (truly) know I was in and out of a (toxic/incompatible) relationship since 2020. I left him over and over again due to his abuse worsening, his behavior worsening of just simply realizing I didn’t deserve what he was doing to me.
Most of you don’t know that I stayed in the relationship past the expiration date and it’s entirely my fault. I was no longer in love with him and I had become a shell of my former self. I truly started to believe I surely would never do better than him.
Until one day I decided enough was enough. After another argument over something petty, as many times before—I decided I heard from him for the last time how much he hated me/was miserable with me. I had done everyrhing since 2020 to make up for my “past mistakes” while he took zero accountability for any of his, and I spent the entire relationship trying to make him happy while killing my own happiness/sunshine.
It got so disturbingly low at one point that on December 7th, 2021 I was admitted for surgery and I knew the risks of the procedure and I actually started to accept my death. I was so miserable, feeling so inadequate, misunderstood, self esteem was sitting at the pits of hell—I wished to never wake up from my surgery. Anything to never see or hear from that terrible guy again, the one who always made me feel worse about myself despite me always making sure he was good/felt valued.
I lived, obviously, and I went on to never ever speak about those thoughts during that time frame. Instead after my surgery he forced me to have sex with him being only 1 week post operation and my doctor told me I needed to go at least 3-4 weeks without intercourse. But he wanted what he wanted and I was vulnerable, miserable and lonely. After that more problems arose and he never said sorry to me for causing me further health issues.
Fast forward to January and my friend dies in a car crash and I was grieving for a couple weeks. Well this upset him. He came to my house one day with a notepad and sat down on my couch and the words that escaped his lips almost sent me through the roof. “Ever since your friend died, I’ve noticed you haven’t been wanting to have sex or give me blow jobs lately.” When I peaked over to that shitty notepad, I saw he had written in five different ways “not getting enough sex”, “need more blow jobs”, “needs aren’t being met”, “I need to have more sex and blow jobs”. I was recovering from surgery and I had just lost a friend in a crash. And this man was concerned about us not having sex. I should’ve been done. But as you maybe guessed. I wasn’t.
My grandpa died March 28th, 2022 and I was with my ex making mimosas and I informed him. That same night, not even two hours later, he was trying to have sex with me.
I spent so long in that detrimental relationship that I’m embarrassed and shamed that I didn’t recover quicker from it. I gave everything to someone that literally put me through anger issues galore, mommy issues out the ass, emotional and verbal abuse and constant gaslighting and manipulation - while he took my BEST qualities and attributes and turned around and is going to give the next woman his BEST self while I had to SUFFER to walk away with nothing.
That entire relationship was one sided and I’m torn in half by the fact I let him use and abuse me. And he gets to pretend that I was the (only) toxic one. Walking away was the best thing I ever did but it does something mentally crippling to you realizing how much of yourself you gave to someone to only realize how much of your time you wasted and the love YOU deserved they will willingly give to someone else.
I literally built that man up and all I got was abused. Lesson learned but now I will never tried another single person with my heart ever again.
Second, I’ll be moving on from mg job soon since it’s contributed to my low self esteem/worth and has made me absolutely abhor working from home altogether.
Thirdly, I am still seeing my therapist and she’s been helping me in little ways.
I just wanted to post some pictures taken today since this is the first time I’ve felt genuinely “appealing” after my self worth was completely demolished.
Thanks for reading this all the way (if you did) and I know I’ll be okay as time moves on. I just don’t want another person to waste my time ever again or take such extreme advantage of my kind, forgiving and genuine soul ever and I mean ever again.
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We have the same goals, and I like to think we have the same message to share.
I want to go to Amsterdam because of TFiOS and Thoughts From Places.
I would have NEVER known the plot/read the novel Pride and Prejudice if Hank and Bernie hadn’t produced The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (which I later read the original P&P novel this year). Even though I have never met Esther, I feel as though she’s one of my close friends.
After the videos John and Hank made for her, and of course TSWGO, I bought her memoir and oh my gosh. Esther is both hilarious and reflective upon life and what it means to be alive. Her book has shaped my own life as I reflected on her story.
There’s so much that I have to thank her for.
I have added so many more books to my “to-read” list, and have read books that I likely would not have tried had I not been recommended to them
The Crash Course videos I’ve watched for fun. No lie. I’ve learned so much from those videos by watching them, so I should probably say thank you to all the people that are a part of that team as well. They are a great resource for people interested in furthering their education.
I want to be a teacher, so a lot of the things that Nerdfighteria does are really awesome to me. The Crash Course videos I also have used to study for my finals--so I probably got a better grade thanks to them.
I have an AP exam in my Psych class coming up- that Psych section will come in handy Hank! :) I would have never heard of a Single Wizard rock band if not for y’all.
I think how John and Hank have handled being such huge successes with our community growing has been incredible.
John and Sarah went to the Oscars, a movie came out, and there will be a lot of non-Nerdfighters watching, and possibly becoming Nerdfighters themselves. I love that you both continue to promote beneficial things to teenagers with education and decreasing world suck. There are few people that are in a spotlight that choose to promote good messages, which make me really proud to support you.
I understand a lot more of current events because of how you both teach them on your channel. A lot of what goes on today is complicated and has spanned for decades, and it really helps to have you all talk about them.
Plus I think about those that have no knowledge of the world around them, and I think about how much your success can help those teenagers understand the world around them.
I’ll be honest- I love the books John writes and I love the videos you both create.
They’re witty and I go on YouTube pretty much just to watch Vlogbrothers, Crash Course, and Emma Approved.
I think part of the reason why I relate to you two the most is because we have the same goals.
I believe that education is the key to breaking the cycles of poverty that exist in our world.
I also want to make a difference in this world through my being on Earth.
I believe that everyone has a purpose to serve and that you should always pursue it.
We have the same goals, and I like to think we have the same message to share.
“What is the point of being alive if you don’t try to do something remarkable?”
I want to do something remarkable with my time on earth. I’m so glad that you want that too.
I hope I’ve expressed clearly through this that you both have made such a positive impact in my life. If I haven’t, you’ll have to forgive me. I’m not a writer, I can’t even keep a journal without abandoning it after a few days.
I guess you’ll just have to go off of faith. God bless and DFTBA.
- Kristin (Nerdfighterprincess.tumblr)
#nfstories#nerdfighters#nerdfighteria#awesome#dftba#TFiOS#the fault in our stars#novels#reading#books#TSWGO#this star won't go out#Esther Earl#thankful#gratitude#Crash Course#wizard rock#proud#education#goals#together#purpose#remarkable#faith
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The Lucky Batch ☘️
Me, writing Lucky Batch fics after all this time? More likely than you think.
This one is on @namesmox oc, Skip! I just wanted an excuse to have Kenhla call him Skipper :)
Skipper
The ship crashed in the middle of the battle, fire and blasters exploding around him as it dived straight into the ground. The world had gone black for a moment, the air sucked out of his lungs, and Skip barely had enough time to recover consciousness and wriggle his way out of the wreck before he could finally understand what the shouting was all about.
“Round them up from the left!” The General shouted, sprinting in his direction after three battle droids disappeared hurriedly behind the foliage, a strange device in their grasp. “We’ll go after the bomb!"
The what—?
“Skip, with me!”
It was automatic: he shoved down every flaring pain that he might’ve felt and got up on his feet in a flash, catching up to Kenhla as she ventured into the jungle. They pushed through giant leaves and trunks, leaping over obstacles and dead set on capturing the enemy's weapon.
It was quick, very effective: he shot two of the droids down with a few blasts, and the Jedi cut down the other with a swift stroke, mindful of the explosive charge in their hands. She caught it just as it dropped to the floor, a relieved sigh escaping her lips as she secured it in her hands. Mission accomplished.
She turned to give him a nod of approval and a grin but stopped abruptly when she noticed Skip’s limp and the blood dripping down his forehead, the victory washed away by concern. His jaw was clenched tight and his breathing was erratic from the adrenaline and strain pumping through his body; the grip on his blaster was stronger than it needed to be, a contrast to the way his feet wobbled in the soft soil.
“Skip, you okay?” she asked, quickly getting closer to him to check him over.
The clone didn’t respond, his attention caught on a bright blue bug making its way up a tree on their left.
The togruta frowned, snapping her fingers to try and get him to respond. “Hey, hey, Skipper, look at me.”
Skip dragged his eyes from the creature to the Jedi in a puzzled daze.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Kenhla lifted a single digit.
He squinted and leaned forward, his body tilting a bit to the side. “Three…?”
“Yeah, ok,” she sighed, dropping her hand. “You’re definitely concussed.”
Skip blinked slowly and opened his mouth, closed it, and then repeated the process again before finally organizing the words scrambled in his head. "I am perfectly fine."
"Of course you are." Her look was skeptical, obviously not believing him. "And you're probably also going to tell me that you jumped from the ship without any issue as it landed safely while I was at the front."
“It was only a mild crash,” Skip clarified, his finger wiggling in her direction before clumsily sliding ahead. “And I’m fine, General, we can't just—”
“Jackal was piloting, and you most definitely got shot down.” Kenhla raised an eyebrow and pointed at a rock. She knew there was no way he would have left the gunner's nest willingly in the middle of a battle. “Sit down, we’re waiting here for Pepper.”
“But sir, I'm—“
“You are going to sit your shebs down on that rock and wait for the evac,” she interrupted, handing him a device and giving it a little tap. It was calling the medic before he could stop it, and the togruta gave him a pointed look as she started walking ahead. “That's an order, trooper. I’ll give Raffle our coordinates."
He looked at her as if to argue again that he was fine, but he knew her words were final and flopped down to where she’d instructed him to sit, resigned.
“Fine,” he conceded, tiredness weighing down on every muscle. Through a clouded gaze he extended his hand towards her, wriggling his fingers. “But at least let me check out that bomb.”
“Not a chance, Skip.”
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Hi guys! I hope y’all are doing okay!: @namesmox @lusiawonder @monako-jinn-stories @cosmicghostie @oo-hazel-oo @generaltano @letsunity @longearedowlfromouterspace @maygalodon
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Vent—A day in the life 😂
TW: Everything under the sun tbh.
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*staring at bottle of syrup*
“Why are you just standing there?”
*shrugs*
“In a trance?”
*nods*
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“Death.”
“That’s dark; Try thinking about life.”
“Nah, not worth it.”
“Go to therapy.”
*calls me disappointing 5 seconds later because I choose to stay in my room all day over being out in her hoarders house*
When the problem can’t identify itself lolol.
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“I hope the next time I’m in a car I crash full speed into a utility pole!”-14 yo blazing down the hallway.
“Start the revolution!”-16 yo shouts as he trails behind the other angry teenager
—
*shouting to my left*
“Kaitlyn, what’s the difference between ignorance and apathy?”-16yo
*shrugs*
“I don’t know and I don’t care.”-16yo
*unnecessary derogatory phrase said about me from the left (unprovoked)*
“What do you call a 3.14 long snake?”
“A Pi-thon”-16yo *then he cackles*
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“You’re a great person, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
She says, as if she’s not been bullying me on anon for months, and thought I wouldn’t put 2 & 2 together.
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“I ordered it with no pickles”-Rachel
*looking at the burger that definitely was given extra pickles*
*tries to eat the food but is now too icked out, and must resort to mint gum and water to keep from vomiting*
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“Hey, how’s it going?”
-silence-
“What? You don’t want to talk to me?”
-blinks because tbh I didn’t realize I didn’t respond-
“Sorry. I am just tired”
“Why didn’t you call out?”
“Y’all would have had no one.”
“And? They could’ve figured it out.”
I fucking love her 😭
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Do you ever just stare up at the ceiling and wonder what it is you did to deserve this life? Like, was your toxic ex bestie right about you when she said no one would ever stay? Forgoing her crazy possessive tendencies for a second, maybe she knew something you didn’t. Maybe she was equipped to deal with your brand of crazy, but she knew the greater populous would run at the first sight of your inner workings, and had you listened to her you might’ve saved yourself all this heartache. Taking to heart what she said instead of being willfully ignorant to the obvious, because for some silly reason you believed it could be different for you. That you weren’t destined to live through this unbearable existence, and that someone out there would actually be able to love you like you weren’t a fucking burden?
No? Just me? Cool 😂
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What you Say ; What I Hear
“Thank you for everything that you do for the kids and I. I love you so much.”
“Thank God you’re still around, giving us all that we need / want even though I leave you on delivered for weeks on end until I find you hold purpose again.”
“You worry me.”
“Jesus Christ—You are too fucking much.”
(So many have said this to me recently 😔)
“I adore you, but I have to go.”
“I ‘love’ you, but I don’t ‘like’ you.”
“You need to get up, learn to live life, and live by the 8 hour rule (work, life, sleep split by three)”
“You being depressed serves me no purpose, get the fuck up, and do as I want you to.”
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 225
Inside Man/Kill the Moon
“Inside Man”
Plot Description: Sam and Castiel set out on a mission to find a cure for the Mark of Cain, and Crowley’s relationship with Rowena is put to the rest
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died
Goddammit, let Bobby rest!! He earned that
(Cut to 24 hours earlier)
It’s a good thing the brothers know each other like that because Sam wanting to go off to some other city to see a foreign film on their off day is not convincing me as the viewer. How that convinced Dean, I don’t know
If we want to get…….oh. It wasn’t “if we want to get rid of the Mark, we have to get rid of Dean” it’s “it’s we have to get back in cahoots with Metatron”
Crowley, can you KNOCK?!
She looks stunning in purple…the costumers have been so wonderful to me
She’s got herself a lil boy toy…maybe. Or she made up a boy toy to cover up her real motives, which is even funnier
Cas isn’t allowed in heaven?!
🥹Hannah🥹 it does make me sad to see them opposing each other though
How do you break Metatron out of jail……….oh. That’s why they need Bobby, I bet
“You can be damned AND a conscientious worker” man, you don’t HAVE to be though
How does Dean have that many people in his phone? No offense, man
Sam’s :/ yet undeterred face when faced with a billion “No trespassing” and “keep out” signs
I love sasstiel. “And you’re….what ARE you?” “…I’m an angel” “that…no you can’t be” “why not?”
This psychic calling Metatron a creepy hobbit lookin fellow. It honestly made me laugh out loud in the break room
Dean…now you’re just being mean. There’s hustling someone at pool and then there’s taking that kid’s watch that his dad gave him. Yeah he’s an asshole college kid, but damn
There is no rest for Bobby…
She dressed up so nicely to go try to kill Dean, and she’s so unrepentantly evil. Fuck, I love her so much.
Ewwww…the structure of heaven is really…terrible. It’s all sterile hallways with alphabetized rooms where every individual person gets their version of heaven. It’s not what it should be
GIRLIE!!! You literally cut yourself up and blamed Dean to get Crowley to turn on him. And I love how she absolutely cuts Crowley to the core with her words
Omg a revolt of all the Robert and Roberto and Roberta Singers that Bobby broke out of their respective heavens
That was such a funny action movie sequence. Cas jumping into the portal to heaven and sliding through the door
“Dean has given up” “And you idjits haven’t.” “Would you?” “Hell no” Cas and Bobby deserved more screen time together
God, this sit down talk between Dean and Crowley…they ARE friends. They’re somehow still friends
I hate Metatron as much as the next guy (and the next guys have called him a creepy hobbit and a fraggle, so…) but him calling Cas Asstiel will never not be funny
YES, CAS! “You’re gonna be MY punching bag”
I promise I still hate him but he gets so many funny lines. How much time did he spend thinking about
I am…so damn impressed with Sam and Cas’s plan. They just STOLE METATRON’S GRACE AND THEN SAM SHOT HIM IN THE LEG just to get the leverage they need
I want her to burn it all down. I appreciate that Crowley is choosing himself, and it’s great for him…but I want her to go ballistic, just completely of the deep end with rage. I need it like air
I’m not lying when I say that Bobby telling Sam in a letter that he’s a good man, one of the best, and he’s damn proud of him is making me tear up. With all the doubts that Sam’s had that he’s a good person, that he’s not just cursed…
“Kill the Moon”
Plot Description: The Doctor and Clara crash land on the Moon to find a world of horror
This…only takes place 26 years from RIGHT NOW. 2014 was such an optimistic time. Y’all really thought we’d be going to the moon again? I wish I could believe that. PEOPLE? On the MOON?!
Please tell me that the astronaut that was in the cold open with Clara is a future Courtney Woods! (I love that she’s back in the post opening credits scene, so THAT is what I’m holding out hope for)
Oh…not future Courtney…present Courtney is on the moon
“One small thing for a thing. One enormous thing for a thingything” honestly, I’m not mad at her. First girl on the moon and those are her first words on the surface? Love it for her
The shuttle says United States, WHY does everyone still have an accent from across the pond? The TARDIS doesn’t need to translate it. They’re all speaking English
WHY ARE THERE SPIDERWEBS IN THE ABANDONED SHELTER?!?! WHO BROUGHT SPIDERS TO THE MOON????
Nooooooooo. No I don’t like whatever’s living here
THAT IS A HUGE AND GROSS SPIDER. This is also the worst soundscape I’ve ever experienced. It’s the amplified sound of weird skittering and then IT ECHOES BECAUSE WHY NOT
Courtney Woods 2024. I don’t care that she’s not American, in the face of great danger (a giant spider) she was cool calm collected enough to do what needed to be done (all purpose cleaner it to death. Kills 99.9% of all germs. I guess huge spiders count, too)
THAT WAS A MOON GERM?!?! No. I refuse to accept it. Why? I hate it
I also don’t like knowing what the twist is. I know I’ve said it before but so much of the Moffat era is depends on not knowing the twist
Courtney is an ICON. She retches in the TARDIS, which sends her a little off the rails because the Doctor then tells her she’s not special, so Clara tries to get the Doctor to just take that statement back, but that’s not good enough for him, he needs to make the statement untrue, she has to be special now, so he takes her to the FREAKING MOON where she becomes a sort of hero because no one knew how to kill the giant spider looking germs, and the second she’s sent to the TARDIS for her own safety, what does she do? POST PICTURES OF HER TRIP TO TUMBLR
I need to know…ok, the actress playing the astronaut was 47 when this was filmed. If we take that age and make it her character’s age in this episode, that means this character is 47 in 2049. She is 21 today. She was 12 when this episode aired…do not come into my hellsite and tell me “my granny used to post things on tumblr” Your granny MAY very well be here for all I know, but don’t pretend you weren’t, too. YOU ARE NOT THAT FAR IN THE FUTURE. You signed up on your 13th birthday in 2015. I cannot let this go. “Courtney’s posting stuff to tumblr, doesn’t that know where you are?” “I don’t know, I’m not a historian” BITCH. WHAT. STOP THIS BLASPHEMY RIGHT NOW
Oof, now we’ve entered the part of the episode that’s gonna make me mad but not in a fun way.
The optimism that we could have a female president by the time 2049 rolls around…..
You can’t expect someone with an amount of Time Lord DNA to go kill hitler if they were in 1930s Germany?? Really??? Have you forgotten your wife so soon?
So they’re letting Earth democratically vote whether or not to blow up the moon, which is an egg, by whether or not they turn out their lights. Lights out on earth means lights out for the moon. It’s not even a close vote (but I’ve now had the ending spoiled for me and I’m not happy about it)
And then Clara decides on her own that ALL OF EARTH’s decision wasn’t as important as her own feelings on the matter. And to make matters worse, she gets justified in her actions by the narrative because everything worked out anyway no harm done
Is that really what we should be doing though? I’m not saying checking out our own space neighborhood wouldn’t be interesting but every time in this rewatch when they mention some human colony out in space somewhere…like, SHOULD WE BE COLONIZING SPACE THOUGH?! And it’s gonna last FOREVER?!
Wait. Pausing how much this episode makes me mad to say Courtney ACTUALLY becomes president of the United States?!
Ok but honestly, how much DID the Doctor know? Because if he knew that it would all work out and how humanity starts to travel to the stars because of this day and didn’t let them make an INFORMED DECISION, that’s…I can understand why Clara is so upset with him right now. She took the fate of humanity in her own hands and didn’t know how it would shake out, but the Doctor might have and he just fucking vanished. She has every right to be furious with him
She will never look at the moon the same way again
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I agree with the other anon. Not just you but many people do this. They’ll be hard on themselves and say that they’re just being realistic. But sometimes we do that because we’re so afraid. We many have really wanted things to work out in the past and had our hopes up high only for it all to come crashing down. So now to escape from being hurt again we choose to have no expectations or bad expectations because it will hurt less. But if we really had no hope, then we wouldn’t even talk to them
I can really see this and I think this applies to me a little bit too!
But then again you guys only hear what I tell y’all and I could be over exaggerating or trying to romanticize something that’s purely platonic just because I like him.
Like the way I describe how he is with me, he’s with all of his friends like that. (Although I don’t think he’s ever called them sweetie so I claim that)
And I firmly believe he likes this other girl he’s been friends with for a long time (I work with her also) and the way they are with each other tells me that he doesn’t feel the same as I do with him.
It’s very complicated lol but I don’t tell y’all none of that cause I don’t think y’all would care 💀💀
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What is your skin care routine? : I don’t have one.
Do you have fencing around your residence? : No, just for the backyard and side patio.
Do you believe in purgatory?: No.
If you had a throne, what would it look like?: Rose gold and sparkly.
Have you ever been to Miami, FL? : Nope.
Do you know a Molly?: No.
Do you remember the last dream you had?: I don’t. I very rarely do.
What's the last thing you said out loud?: I don’t remember.
Have you ever left a movie theater before the movie was over?: Once, a long time ago. I can’t remember what movie it was, though.
Are you currently cold or warm?: I’m content right now.
What's a dangerous animal you find to be cute?: Bears.
What last gave you anxiety? : A lot of things right now.
Do you have a sister?: No.
Which of the seven deadly sins do you commit the most?: Sloth.
When did you last get a haircut?: Cut my own about a year ago.
When did you last feel lonely?: Now. Often.
Do you have a lucky charm?: No.
Do you drink Rockstar energy drinks? : I used to sometimes. It’s been several years since The last one.
Are you a slow learner?: Depends.
What time is it currently?: 1:58AM.
How many syllables are in your full name?: 3 in my first name.
Is there anyone you can say that you hate?: No.
Have you ever sat on someone's shoulders at a concert?: No.
What song did you last have on repeat? : I don’t listen to songs on repeat, but I’ll listen to songs I like often, new and old. I haven’t listened to music at all in awhile, though.
How has the weather been where you live?: Miserable triple digit hot.
What's your favorite month out of the year, and why?: October-December for the weather and holidays. Those are the best.
Who is a boy you find to be attractive? : Alexander Skarsgard is my man y’all already know.
When did you last plant something? : When I was younger for something for school or Girl Scouts.
What's something or someone you are proud of?: My brother.
What's a problem that keeps recurring in your life?: Health related problems.
Have you ever caused a bed to break? : No.
What's something you could use extra patience for?: My current situation.
Have you ever crashed a party? : Nope.
Do you like fireworks? : They look cool, and I’ve seen some awesome firework shows, but they’re so damn loud.
When did you last do laundry?: My mom helps me with that. It’s been over a month since mine was done since I haven’t been home and haven’t needed anything washed.
What did you last have a conversation about?: Getting my pain medication.
Who is someone you'd define as iconic?: Hmm.
What was the last flower you seen?: *shrug*
What is something you always keep in your fridge/freezer?: Creamer.
Have you ever heard of making music with plants?: No.
Did you use to play in the mud as a kid?: Nah, wasn’t my thing.
What's something you find to be rude?: Customers can be so incredibly and unnecessarily rude to retail workers. My mom has shared so many stories of what she’s dealt with and witnessed and it’s crazy.
What's a topic you could go on for hours discussing? please tell me more about it (:: Stuff I’m into like shoes and movies. It’s fun discussing that stuff with people who are really into it as well and hesring their thoughts and opinions and getting excited together.
Do you have any pictures frames in sight?: No.
What did you last apologize for?: I don’t recall.
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local pharaoh learns about milkshakes
#birthday gift art for a twt friend#y’all would not believe how many times this crashed on me#I almost lost my mind#n e ways#I think it’s funny atem losing his mind over casual modern stuff#not even impresssed just like#confused#yugioh#ygo#yugi mutou#yugi moto#atem#pharaoh atem#my art
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Yes, definitely need some Steven and Marc 😁 would love for reader to be absolutely in love with Steven, he's their best friend. But reader just could not care less about Marc, he annoys them to no end and they don't see eye to eye on anything. Lots of fluff w reader and Steven ☺️ and slowly liking Marc more. Eventually. 😂
AN | Yes, that is the sound of my clown shoes squeaking. Here we are, no shame all love for Steven (smol bb) and Marc (murder bb). First time around, maybe more to come, y’all let me know. Enjoy ❤️
Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Warnings | mildly suggestive dialogue
Word Count | 1.9k
Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight
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“Hey,” you nudged him gently in the ribs, attempting to get his attention for the umpteenth time. That seemed to pull back into reality as he turned to look at you with a sheepish smile on his features. You couldn’t even be annoyed, “where do you go, Steven?”
“What do you mean? I’m right here,” a flicker of worry crossed his features momentarily before he tried to play it off. But you knew him better than that.
“Steven,” you moved to stand in front of him, placing your hands gently on his shoulders before gently tapping the side of his head, “I’m your best friend. I know you better than you think. What’s been going on lately? You’ve been more…something. I dunno, different.”
“I’m t-totally fine,” the lie fell flat, neither of you believing what he had said.
“Steven,” gods, he wished you hadn’t said his name so sweetly. It might have been his favorite sound in the world, and it always made his heart race when you got like this. He wouldn’t be surprised if you could hear the wild thumping in his chest, “you can tell me anything, you know that.”
“I’m in love with you,” your hands dropped to your side in surprise as you looked at him curiously. Steven’s eyes widened with worry as he tried to gauge your reaction. In between confessing that he’d been hearing voices in his head and half the time his own reflection spoke to him in the guise of Marc Spector and finally telling you he was in love with you, the latter had seemed easier.
When you didn’t respond right away, he grew worried that he had just completely overstepped any boundaries there were.
“I…what?” surely you hadn’t heard him correctly. There was no way your feelings were being returned in kind.
“I-I’m in love with you?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Telling?”
“Yeah?” both of you had leaned in, inching closer and closer until you were almost touching. He nodded and you realized you could lean in a little bit and you’d be kissing him, “me too. I’m in love with you.”
“We should kiss now, shouldn’t we?” you laughed at his question, how nervous but still wonderful he was. You closed your eyes to soak in the moment. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, his familiar smell of mint and clean, fresh laundry, enveloping you as he reached a tentative hand up to your face, stroking your cheek lightly.
Before you could tease him any further, he finally closed the small gap and crashed his lips onto yours. It was hungry and needy, something that you both obviously had been wanting for some time. Steven was a …surprisingly good kisser - like very good. Maybe it was because you’d been friends for so long, but it was like he knew exactly what your body needed, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close as his mouth explored yours learning how to draw out those soft little sounds from you.
It was almost torture when you had to pull away to catch your breath and stop your head from completely getting lost. But there he was, your sweet, gentle Steven watching you with an intensity you hadn’t seen before.
“Umm,” you suddenly felt shy, your whole body warm under his gaze, “right then, do you want to grab dinner then?”
“Yes,” he agreed, his smile slowly stretching from ear to ear, “let’s.”
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You stirred from your sleep as soon as you felt movement in the bed beside you. The many downfalls of being a light sleeper. You rolled onto your side, turning to face Steven who’d fallen asleep with an arm draped around your waist. He was sitting up now, slowly moving to get out of the bed. Odd. He was typically a deep sleeper when he was with you.
“Steven?” you asked softly, turning on the bedside lamp. He stopped but didn’t turn at first, and you immediately knew something was up, “what’s wrong, love?”
“My name is not Steven,” yup, that definitely sounded nothing like him. Confusion marred your features as he slowly turned around to face. It was Steven, no doubt about that, but there was something different. Besides the sudden appearance of an American accent.
“W-what’s going?” you hated how small and nervous your voice sounded, “Steven, please - I…”
“You weren’t supposed to wake up,” he ran a hand through those unruly, inky black curls, “I was going to be back before you even noticed I was gone. How light of a sleeper are you?”
“Umm,” you weren’t sure if this was a practical joke or some sort of…something. He regarded you curiously, as if sizing you up, “a-alright. If you’re not Steven, then who are you?”
“Marc,” his tongue darted out to wet his lips and you tried not to stare. It was technically your boyfriend standing in front of you, you could look all you wanted.
“Marc…”
“Marc Spector,” he finished as you tried not to laugh. If you hadn’t already pinched yourself, you’d be sure this was a dream. The whole situation just seemed so ridiculous, it couldn’t be real.
“Marc Spector,” you snorted, holding back a laugh, “of all the names you chose to use, Marc Spector?”
“Chose? It’s my real name,” he insisted, scoffing slightly at your amusement, “go back to sleep.”
“Nope,” you insisted as you clambered out of bed and moved to block from walking out the door, “what am I supposed to believe that there’s a Steven in there and then you?”
“More or less,” he shrugged, “it’s a little more complicated than that but you’re getting the gist of it. Now if you don’t mind-”
“I do, actually,” you blocked him from reaching the doorknob, “is this some huge joke? Steven, come on.”
“I’m not Steven,” he repeated slowly, “but I’ll have him back safe and sound in the morning. Now if you don’t mind sweetheart, I have things to do.”
You were so shocked, so caught off guard that you let him put his hands on your hips as he gently moved you to the side. He quickly slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Part of you wanted to chase after him, to hunt him down until he either gave up the ruse or you knew the full story.
Instead, you remained rooted in your spot, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
That was the first time you met Marc. But definitely not the last as you would soon learn.
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“Are you going to give me my boyfriend back?” you sighed as you walked into Steven’s apartment, arms filled with ingredients for dinner. He hadn’t even said a word but you could immediately tell from the body language alone that it was Marc, “it was supposed to be date night.”
“It can still be date night, sweetheart,” he shot you a wink as you just heavily before unpacking the groceries. Over time you’d developed an interesting rapport with Marc; at first you thought Steven might have actually had a mental break, but after an explanation of what was going - which was still a lot to process and take in - you realized that no, Steven and Marc were two separate people. They just happened to share the same body.
“Nice try,” he came over and helped you put things away. He had moments when he actually seemed nice but then there were the cocky moments that made you roll your eyes, “no way I’m sleeping with you,”
“What? Not even a little makeout session?” he grazed his fingers along your back as he moved past you, “I’m hurt.”
“No.”
“I mean technically we’ve slept together already,” you really wanted to slap that smug little look off his face, “same body, don’t forget.”
“Marc,” you were nothing short of exasperated, “please don’t remind me. I’d rather not think about that.”
“If it makes you feel better, I’m not really there,” he pretended to be hurt. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, “you’ll have your sweet little Steven back shortly.”
“Gotta moonlight for a little bit?” you sighed lightly; even if it was Marc in there, you still liked having his presence around you, “I guess I’ll just make dinner.”
“It won’t take long, sweetheart,” he squeezed your shoulder before walking towards the door, “you know, if you ever change your mind-”
“Goodbye Marc,” you brandished a knife playfully before turning back to the pile of veggies you were chopping. You heard him laughing all the way down the hall. Okay, you had to admit, he was growing on you. If you were going to have to be around him and Steven, you might as well be friends with him too.
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“What are you thinking?” Steven was laying on the couch, head in your lap as he read. You’d been playing with his curls, absentmindedly watching something on tv. You weren’t even paying enough attention to what was on. But eventually you’d stopped, consumed by your own thoughts.
“Nothing,” you lied, trying to maintain a neutral expression, “why?”
“I can tell when you’re thinking deeply about something,” he slowly sat up, perching himself next to you. He put his hand under chin and tilted your face towards his, “I’ve known you for so long, you know you can’t just hide things from me.”
“Steven,” his name was a breathy sigh, one of sweet, saccharine relief as you let him kiss. Slowly, gently, just enough to leave you wanting more. You almost tumbled into his face with how much you’d been leaning in, “I worry about you.”
“About me?” he pulled you into his lap, large hands splaying over your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “what about me?”
“Marc,” you admitted quietly, “if something happens to him, it happens to you too. What if he gets seriously hurt-”
“He won’t-”
“What if?” those sweet, soft eyes were going to be the death of him, “I don’t like the idea that something could happen and I wouldn’t know. He’s…reckless sometimes. You and I both know that.”
“He might be,” Steven agreed, pressing his head against yours, “but even if something were to happen - which it won’t - Khonshu wouldn’t let him get hurt or anything worse.”
“You’ll talk some sense into him?” your lips were ghosting over his, “keep him in line? Or I’ll have to kick his ass next time I see him.”
“I’ll do what I can,” he promised, leaning in and gently kissing you. It wasn’t a needy or hurried kiss, but slow and sweet, as he tried his best to let you know how serious he was, how precious you were to him, “it’ll be okay, love.”
“I know,” you trailed your fingers along his jaw before kissing his cheek, “but I meant it too - I’ll kick his ass if anything happens. Mercenary or not.”
“I thought you were getting along?” Steven laughed, that sweet silly laughed that you’d always adored.
“We are,” you grinned, “that doesn’t mean I can’t threaten him!”
“I’ll make sure he’s well aware,” he laid back down on the couch, pulling you on top of him. You sighed contently, clinging onto him like a koala as you rested your head on chest. Steven spied his reflection in the window across the room; Marc had definitely heard.
“Tell her I know,” he smirked, “she can kick my ass any day.”
#steven grant#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#steven grant x fem!reader#oscar isaac#oscar isaac x you#oscar isaac x reader#moon knight#ahhhhhh#marc spector
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