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obxsummer · 10 months

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HEARTFIRST // JJ Maybank

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

warnings: mentions of abuse, sibling drama, nothing too drastic

request: heyy i have a fic idea! so i thought you could do a secret relationship jj x reader (john bs sis) and jj shows up at her window beaten up and she cleans him up and they go to bed; then he has a nightmare and wakes up screaming and JB sees how good they are for each other? idk if that makes sense hahaha!

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John B was pissed. Fuming. Ready to strangle his best friend of too many years for something so stupid. There had always been one rule since JJ Maybank and John Booker Routledge became best friends: you were off limits. Y/N Routledge was not to be flirted with, dated, looked at, or spoken to unless John B approved it.

At first, it didn’t matter. Growing up as kids, John B had his friends and you had yours but once your dad dove headfirst into a treasure hunt, everything went to shit. Kiara’s Kook year had really screwed up your relationship, leaving JJ and Pope to fill in the gaps which pulled you closer and closer with your brother and his friends. You were teenagers then and everything felt so important and critical, even if it wasn’t.

So when John B realized his best friend and his sister were together, there was nothing that could stop him from losing his shit on the two of you.

Met him at a party, accidentally brushed his body On the way to get a drink at the bar I couldn't wait 'til later, talking in the elevator Then we're kissing in the back of the car

The kegger idea had really sounded good at first; it was something to get your minds off your missing father, not to mention the sudden dead bodies popping up from the hurricane. None of it seemed too out of place for you, minus the newfound treasure hunting, but you were always up for a good party.

“Where the hell did you find a keg on such short notice?” You asked JJ as the two of you hauled the large object down towards the Boneyard. You never really thought about how quickly JJ managed to find alcohol when it was for a party. It was common knowledge that he just knew where to go and how to do it.

“Don’t you worry about that, Birdie. You know I’ve got my ways.”

The party was in full swing a few hours later. You’d spent most of your time with John B and Sarah before dipping to find the boy that seemed to be taking up most of your mind. JJ had been occupied with beer pong for a good portion of the last hour and you were determined to break him away.

That voice in my head says to slow down But it can't see the way you're looking at me right now It may not be next week, what I need Then again, maybe it might be

The drink in your hand sloshed over the rim of the cup as someone ran into your side in their drunken stumbling. JJ’s attention moved to you instantly. He’d always been so in tune with you and your presence but it only got stronger ever since your dad left.

The previously occupied beat-up table full of red solo cups was left behind in trade for your company, JJ instantly taking your hand in his as he twirled you. He would give up so much to watch you smile like that every day. You deserved every bit of happiness that came to you because it certainly didn’t come often.

Your laughter was infectious and JJ was drunk on it. He didn’t know who made the move or who threw the back door of the Twinkie open but shit, your skin was so soft and JJ just couldn’t stop kissing you.

The line between friends and more slowly disappeared between you and JJ. At some point, your bed became his, and his clothes blended with yours. The thrill of hiding from the Pogues was exciting, sneaking moments when the two of you could to enjoy the one thing you had to yourselves.

JJ was everything to you and yet, it terrified you. You’ve never had a person to connect with in the way you did with him. The thought of your friends, of your brother, being pissed about what was going on was suffocating. What if this fucked up the group? What if JJ left you for someone else when he got bored? JJ was always quick to shut that idea down.

“We’ve grown up together, Birdie. Kinda stupid of them to think something wasn’t gonna happen within the group at some point, right?” Which was always followed by: “You’re it for me. Now get outta that pretty little head and let me love on you.”

He had a point, but then again when JJ was pressing kisses down your neck, you never could think clearly.

Could be forever or we might break That's just the kind of risk that we take My head is yelling that I could get hurt But I'm gonna jump right in Baby, with my heart first

“You wanna tell them?” JJ’s voice was muffled as he spoke into the skin of your shoulder. The two of you were sitting on the porch of the Chateau, watching bemused as Kiara and Pope challenged Sarah and John B to an intense game of cards out on the dock.

You sat beside the blond boy. To any observing eyes, it would just look like two friends having a civil conversation. To you, JJ’s hand was behind your back, fingers gently moving across the skin of your hip that wasn’t covered by the t-shirt over your swimsuit.

“No.” Your answer didn’t have any anger or harshness behind it. You simply just loved having JJ all to yourself, with no judgment or prying eyes. No pressure to make it something neither of you wanted. It felt selfish to a point to keep something from your friends, from your brother.

“Get out of your head.”

A smile made its way onto your face as you took the risk of leaning your head against JJ’s shoulder, tucking further into his side. JJ was so warm, his tan skin from constant surfing smooth against your cheek. It scared you sometimes, how comfortable everything was when it involved him.

JJ’s heart skipped watching you be so relaxed, so vulnerable around him. He’d been so used to living on the edge and being tense for so long that it was so… vulnerable, so healing to have someone feel protected and safe enough to be by his side.

Who knows what'll happen, ain't that always kinda magic When you don't know who's holding the cards Could be a wish I never knew ya or permanently tattoo ya Only the moon knows what's in the stars (what's in the stars)

You were pissed. You don’t know at what point John B thought he could parent you when the two of you were so close in age. Who was he after all this time to think he could boss you around?

“How long? How long has this been going on?” John B’s voice almost rattled the windows, echoing around the space surrounding you and JJ. The two of you stood there awkwardly like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Three months,” Your whisper was almost incoherent. Your eyes were trained on the ground, heart thumping in your chest so loud you figured JJ could probably hear it. This was the risk that came with not telling them, with keeping secrets amongst Pogues. God, there were so many stupid rules.

John B’s hand slammed against the counter. “Three-Three months? God. I just…There was one rule. One fucking rule JJ. You promised!”

JJ visibly flinched at the anger in John B’s statement. That was true; JJ did promise John B he’d never get with you, never hurt you. All of that flew out the door the moment JJ saw you at that kegger. He had to risk it.

“I’m..I’m sorry, man! It just happened, okay? And-and we didn’t want to tell you guys because we didn’t want something like this to happen!”

“Well it’s happening,” John B scoffed with a shake of his head. The disappointment on his face was suffocating and you felt like you would burst into tears at any second. It wasn’t fair. Being forced apart when you knew you loved JJ? How is that fair?

John B shifted further into your line of vision. “Get the fuck out. Now. And don’t let me see you two near each other until I figure this out, got it?”

You looked up in a panic. “John B-”

“Do not argue with me right now. I don’t want to talk to you.” The look in your brother’s eyes left no room for argument. You’d never seen him this mad, especially toward you.

JJ’s fingers squeezed your wrist lightly before he shuffled out the door behind you. The creaky hinges filled the room as you and John B stared at each other, waiting for the other to break.

The fridge door popped open when your brother finally decided to move to grab a beer. Part of you wanted to run after JJ, to prove to John B that you didn’t have to listen to him. The problem was, you knew JJ respected your brother too much to let you do that for him.

“You didn’t have to be so harsh on him,” You mumbled when you mustered up enough courage. John B tended to be… touch and go when he was angry. There was a risk of setting off another fuse if you didn’t watch what you said.

As kids, JJ always picked on your brother for inheriting your dad’s temper. John B hated that it was true. To your relief, your brother let out a sigh and placed both of his hands on the counter. He felt instant regret watching JJ flinch at the noise level, knowing exactly what happened in the Maybank house when nobody else was around. “I know.”

“I can’t tell you that I’m gonna stop being with him,” You admitted, holding your ground while you had the chance. You crossed your arms over your chest. “I respect your opinion a lot, Booker, but if it means staying away from JJ, I’ll learn to live without it.”

It was a little more aggressive than you intended for it to be but it needed to be said. You moved through the kitchen to your room without another word.

Mm, that voice in my head says to slow down But it can't feel your hands on my hips right now It may not be next year, what I need Then again, maybe it might be

JJ felt horrible for doing this. He knew he was playing with fire but as he pushed up your bedroom window, he couldn’t really bring himself to care. He could deal with John B later. Right now, he really needed you.

He was a little less than graceful stumbling through your window in the darkness, but he found his way eventually. You shifted awake from his rustled movements and caught a quick glance at his silhouette before turning to flick the light on. “JJ? What’s wrong? Do you need-”

“Nothin’. Sorry to wake you, Birdie. Just wanted to see you.” You could tell he was avoiding meeting your eyes as he kicked off his shoes. The coloration of bruising was beginning to show through his abdomen and you shook your head slightly. JJ didn’t like to explain when his dad treated him like this. He kept quiet and you didn’t push him because he would always talk when he wanted to about what happened.

So, you turned the lights off and cuddled up next to him, hoping you would wake up before John B saw anything.

JJ didn’t always have nightmares when it came to his dad, but whatever happened was terrible enough that he did. Half the time they weren’t even about his dad hitting him; it always involved his dad hurting you.

The blond’s sharp movements woke you up before the screaming did. You didn’t hesitate to pull him closer, his hands grasping your hips to hold as you settled across his lap. His shirt puddled on your thighs as he let his fingers drift across your bare skin above your pajama shorts. JJ tucked his face in your neck and just listened to your heartbeat, reassuring him that you were right here and you were safe.

John B couldn’t say he was pleased to be woken up at 5:00 in the morning. Even less so when the alarm clock involved screaming. It wasn’t your voice though, and he didn’t know if that was a relief or something to be worried about.

You didn’t flinch when your brother threw your door open to reveal the sight within. You knew he could see the fact that the two of you were fully clothed and clearly, everything was okay… well, as okay as it could be.

Eyes moving to look at John B, you prayed he wouldn’t say anything while JJ was so upset. To your surprise and gratitude, he didn’t. He stared at both of you for a moment as the realization settled in. The realization that you were old enough to make these decisions for yourself and as much as John B wanted to protect you, to protect you and JJ, he couldn’t keep you apart.

John B gave you a small nod and mouthed to let him know if you or JJ needed anything. You gave him a forced smile back, a barely there ‘thank you’ leaving your lips as you hugged your boyfriend tighter to your chest.

As your bedroom door closed, you had this overwhelming sense of relief that maybe…maybe it would all work out after all.

I gotta have ya, gotta see if this works I gotta have ya, wake up in your t-shirt I gotta have ya, diving in heart first

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spacebarbarianweird · 2 months

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Pleasure

Synopsis: Astarion teaches Tiriel to give a blowjob.

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

Tags: smut, oral sex, trauma talk

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The late evening is sweet and warm, the stars shining beautifully in the dark skies.

It’s Astarion’s second spring as a free person.

These months always bring hope, and even in his years of slavery Astarion sometimes dared to dream of freedom in those few weeks when nature was new.

Astarion looks to the right. Tiriel walks beside him in her spidersilk armor. The two-handed ax is strapped on her back. She looks ahead with almost child-like amusement.

He can’t take his eyes off her.

Freckles, wrinkles on her forehead, those funny half-elven ears. He knows every small detail of her body – and loves her mindlessly.

Tiriel notices his look and takes his hand. Her skin is warm, and Astarion squeezes her fingers tighter.

She is much younger, only thirty-eight. The year she was born, he was forced to entertain a certain nobleman from Amn for an entire year. And by the end of it, Astarion thought that returning back to the mansion wouldn't be so bad because at least there he could pretend he was something more than a toy to play with in bed.

Tiriel was beaten by her relatives for being a half-elf. He was beaten and tortured for fun.

Tiriel was starved and humiliated by her own blood. He was fed rats and fleas by his master.

At the age of fifteen, she managed to escape, and Astarion’s undead heart aches when he thinks about young Tiriel, almost a child, wandering the wilderness on her own, without a weapon or armor.

Shedidn’t even have a name before an old adventurer, a tiefling-paladin, explained to her that “pixie” and “fairy” aren’t an appropriate way to call a young woman, no matter her race and origin.

Tiriel told Astarion all these with a bitter smile – her cheating mother, evil chieftain stepfather, cruel siblings, years of traveling on her own, the way she chose her own name at the age of fifteen. The loneliness and pain she tried to soothe with drinking.

But Astarion knows Tiriel too well. She still suffers for what happened to her. Tears prickle her eyes when she talks about her miserable childhood.

They both have a lot of darkness in their past. She consoles him after nightmares and soothes his anxieties. He tells her how beautiful she is.

He smiles to himself. Maybe the gods did hear him after all, making Tiriel’s father stay for the night in the village in the Sunset Mountains and sleep with the chieftain’s wife. It just took Tiriel some time to grow up and get to Baldur’s Gate.

“Well, the night is young and we have many hours of travel again. I wonder if there is any village we can get to by the morning,” Astarion says.

“I doubt it. One more day in the tent, then,” she shrugs.

“Easy for you, Tiriel, you don’t have to stay inside! And I am trapped, protected from the murderous sunlight only by a thin layer of fabric.”

“First of all, you keep me for yourself until I absolutely need to go out,” she laughs. “Second, it’s an enchanted fabric, and third it’s a very big tent! Don’t complain!”

“Oh, it’s not fun to be in a relationship if I cannot complain!”

Tiriel brushes her finger along his cheek. He closes his eyes, savoring the touch. If only he knew she was already alive in the last decades of his slavery. Maybe it would make things more bearable.

Then he notices Tiriel looking to her side. She opens her mouth and then immediately shuts it, as if trying to say something but not knowing how.

His wild girl doesn’t have a wide vocabulary, that’s for sure.

“What is it, my sweet?”

“Oh? Nothing!” she blushes. “Nothing-”

Astarion is sure there is something on her mind but he isn’t sure if he should push her. Tiriel doesn’t like it.

Neither does he.

They keep walking through the valley and no matter how sharpened Astarion’s senses are, he doesn’t catch any sentient creature’s scent.

There is no one for many miles.

“Astarion,” Tiriel calls him out.

“Yes? What is it?”

She takes a deep breath and stares at her feet. Astarion is sure he’s never seen her that embarrassed.

“I want to take you in my mouth.”

Astarion has to put an effort not to laugh. “And what exactly in this gods forbidden place made you want this?”

She turns her head away avoiding looking at him.

“I’ve been thinking about it for three days.”

“What self-control!”

“Don't laugh, Astarion! Besides, you've gone down on me already! Even when I was on my period!”

He chuckles remembering the taste of her moon blood. It was incomparable to anything else.

“You are a half-elf, my dear, I couldn’t miss the only time you bleed every year and a half. In your case, it’s a rare treat. Not so rare if you were a pure-blood elf of course. Then we would have to wait for a decade.”

“I want to,” she says. “I want to give you pleasure.”

“As if you don’t already give it to me,” he approaches Tiriel and puts his fingers on her neck, where a fresh bite mark is slowly healing. “But who am I to say no to such a generous offer?”

He looks around and notices a boulder that he can comfortably sit on.

Tiriel impatiently waits till he puts his sack on the ground and sits. Now Astarion can feel her arousal and he contemplates if he should just fuck her like he usually does.

He spreads his legs a bit so she can unlace his trousers without an effort.

“Should I undress?” She asks.

“Take off your armor. The rest only if you want to.”

Tiriel quickly gets rid of the spidersilk armor and stays only in her shirt and trousers. Then, she contemplates for a bit and takes off her top as well. Her skin immediately is covered with goosebumps and her nipples harden because of the cold air.

Astarion feels the tension between his legs. Tiriel knows what she has just done to him.

“Kneel,” he asks. He tries to make it sound like a request, but it sounds like an order anyway. Tiriel bites her lower lip and slowly sits down.

Astarion admires her face for a few moments and then nods allowing her to unlace his trousers. His cock is soft and Tiriel carefully kisses the base of the shaft.

“You haven’t done this before, right?” He asks, feeling his arousal grow.

“Which part of ‘I was a virgin’ don’t you remember?” She asks, planting a kiss right below his navel.

“Yes… True… Well, I’ve probably received it a couple of times, although I don’t remember. Usually, I was giving…” He shivers when Tiriel kisses his half-naked hip.

“Should I take it?” She mutters.

“Wait,” Astarion brushes her hair with his fingertips. “It will be difficult to swallow it fully, it will just be unpleasant. Use your hand.”

“Like that?” Tiriel grabs his cock the same way she grabs her weapon and Astarion gasps.

“I knew what I was getting into,” he murmurs. He feels hot down there, all his thoughts and emotions are focused on his own cock which is getting harder as Tiriel holds it.

“Yes- Yes, like that,” he grabs a fistful of her hair and makes her head lean towards his cock. “Now relax your tongue and lick the tip. Do it, don't be afraid.”

Tiriel studies the cock for a while and then touches the sensitive head with her tongue. She licks it, forcing a string of pre-cum to flow down the shaft, and then kisses the tip.

“Does it feel good?” she asks.

“Yes-”

“Great, because I like it, too,” she finally goes down and takes the part of his cock into her mouth.

Astarion whimpers as Tiriel starts sucking him. She still hasn't fully taken him into her mouth, and he doesn’t expect she will. Tiriel looks up, maintaining eye contact and he sees tears in the corners of her eyes.

Her right hand goes up under the shirt where she squeezes his right nipple forcing Astarion to moan loudly.

Inexperienced or not, Tiriel knows his body too well, all of his sensitive parts.

Then she stops half cock still in her mouth and her eyes smirk.

What is she up to?

She goes down fully, her lips meeting the base of the shaft. Astarion feels his legs shiver.

He is throat-deep in her and the feeling is like nothing that he’s experienced before. Tears flow down Tiriel’s cheeks. Astarion leans back, and Tiriel uses her right hand to reach out for his balls.

“Ngh,” he whimpers, feeling his orgasm getting closer. He thinks he should pull her head away and come on her naked breasts or on her face – he’s personally always hated getting gushed down his throat – but before he manages to make any coherent movement he finishes in Tiriel’s mouth.

Tiriel lets his still-hardened cock go and Astarion expects to hear a cough or gagging sounds but instead, she stands up on her wobbling legs, smiles, and parts her lips to show the white pool of cum on her tongue.

Then she swallows it.

“You taste divine,” she murmurs, letting him taste himself on her lips. “And look very cute right now.”

Astarion slowly returns back from the high of his orgasm.

“Did you like it?” She asks.

“It was perfect. Everything you do to me is perfect.”

She giggles and then looks at his manhood. It’s still painfully hard.

“I can do the second round,” she says, licking her lips, but Astarion pushes her onto the grass and tugs her trousers. Her own entrance is wet and swollen.

“I want you to scream my name,” he murmurs, getting rid of the last pieces of his own clothes. “I want you to moan and whimper like the good, wild girl you are,” Astarion adjusts himself and feels her warmth around him the next moment. “And then I will come on these breasts of yours.”

Tiriel cups his face and parts her swollen lips.

“I would love nothing more.”

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atarathegreat · 2 months

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Hi!! Anon that sent the recent tokrev request here, sorry I didn't really get into detail about that😭

But basically a gangleader! Sibling reader that looks pretty 24/7. Doesn't matter where they are, like even if they got the shit beaten out of them they're STILL gonna look good enough to be a 10. Also about the girls part, I imagine them being known not only for their status amongst other gangs but also because of their looks- maybe they get swarmed by like 3 girls after a fight while their members look towards them with jealousy lolololol

BUT UM IF THIS IS TOO COMPLICATED TO DO THEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO!!!! LOVE U AND SORRY IF MY EXPLAINING ISN'T AS GOOD!!!!!

I'll try my best <3

Draken

Went along with you once

After you got swarmed by a group of fangirls/boys he told you that you should work at the brothel

he was kidding of course, but it was funny to him.

until you kicked his ass

Mikey

Doesn't understand how you and Shinichiro get rejected so much

until you open your mouth

there you were, bloody after another whooping and still surrounded by girls

shooting your shot and failing

he decided to step in and save you the embarrassment

Mitsuya Takashi

You both have the same looks except Mitsuya is humble

girls/boys love you to death and you eat it up

sometimes mitsuya has to kick your ass to bring your ego down a little

and I know that Luna and Mana get a few little kicks in just to put salt on the wound Sanzu Haruchiyo

He's not giving you his hair care routine, greasy bitch

Sanzu will throw a bottle of lotion at your face.

whether you get your ass kicked or not doesn't really matter to him

either way he's going to be annoyed by your admirers following you

let this boy be Kazutora Hanemiya

he'll save the time and beat the shit out of you himself

let one of your little followers try and step in, they'll be mowed like sunday morning grass

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 4 months

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Worst Case Scenario

Echo x Reader

Summary- After an ambush from the Empire, you, Echo, and Omega must escape by yourselves. Hunter and Wrecker sacrifice themselves to let you three live. Based on Season 2, Ep. 16

A/N- This is angst angst angst! But semi-sweet ending. Always open to constructive criticism, thank you!

Word Count- 1,837

"You know... I tried to look out for you boys... You too." Cid said, turning her gaze from Wrecker to you.

You immediately got an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Well, more than you had since Tech's fall. Tech's death... Tears threatened to prickle at the thought, but you had to stay strong. Especially being Omegas role model...

Echo had once called you her mother figure, you remember turning red. You dismissed him jokingly, but it gave you that warm feeling in your chest. You certainly loved Omega like a daughter. You don't think there is anything you wouldn't do for her.

"You've just got too much heat on you... and you brought it here... at my place of business... I had to make the best out of a bad situation..."

You didn't even listen to Wrecker's response, as you took off for Omega's room. Blaster sounds and lasers erupted.

With a hand on your side blaster, you turned the corner and slid into Omegas temporary room.

Hunter was already standing, eyes wide.

"Call for Echo." He instructed.

You had never felt so much fear. You had all been in tight situations like this before- only now you were all beaten emotionally and physically.

"Yes sir." You mustered, out of pure habit.

"What's happening?" Omega started, standing at the blaster effects.

"It's the Empire- You two take the mining tunnels to the space port and find Echo." He looked at you, understanding the reality of the situation. "I'll get Wrecker." No, he was going to stall and buy us some time. Hunter was a smart clone, he knew what he was doing.

You tried to check the comms while Hunter pushed out a box, revealing the tunnel entrance. All you heard was static on every channel.

"But you're injured! You can't fight them alone!" She pleaded.

"You two need to go, that's an order." Hunter always commanded with authority, but there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Omega jumped to hug Hunter, squeezing his side strongly.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too, Omega."

After an exchange of glances that spoke a million words, Omega started down the tunnel. You stopped for a second, turning, and rested a hand on Hunters shoulder.

"Protect her." He insisted.

"I will... And we'll find you..." You tried to stay hopeful, but it was difficult with the past few days you had.

He gave a glance down the tunnel, Omega was too far to hear his next words.

"No, you need to get her out of here." You had never seen him so demanding.

"But-" He interrupted you.

"Now. Don't look back."

You simply nodded and headed down the tunnels.

Omega stopped on the bottom platform, you jumping down behind her.

"I can't do it.." Omega started, followed by your name. She sniffed- "We already lost Tech."

"And I am not going to lose you Omega." You said, at a loss for any word of comfort. You did though, step closer.

"No, we are going back." She tried to climb up, you blocked her way.

"Let me go!" She yelled, getting more frustrated.

"Omega!" She stopped struggling and looked at you. You crouched down to be level with her.

"We have to leave and find Echo." You gently grabbed her hands in yours. "He will know what to do. Us two, we can't take on the Empire by ourselves"

"We can't leave Wrecker and Hunter!" She yelled, arms pulling back. You inhaled deeply, you didn't want to leave them either. But you couldn't help anyone if you were all dead. You knew they were after Omega, and nothing was going to stop them.

Better three dead siblings than six, you thought gruesomely.

She looked you dead in the eyes, "If it was Echo you would go back!" You bit your bottom lip. Maybe she was right... but it wasn't Echo. It was Hunter and Wrecker, the people who would be pissed if I let her try to be a hero.

"Omega, Hunter told me to protect you. That's what I'm doing." She looked up at you with big eyes, filled with tears.

"It's not fair!" She hissed, tears falling angrily.

"I know honey, but if we don't get to Echo. We will be dead." Your breath shook at your own words. They were harsh, but not far from the truth.

She let out a small sob as you enveloped her in a hug. She clung to you desperately, almost as if it would change the circumstance.

"It's not fair.." She repeated to herself in a whisper.

You did nothing but pet her hair and hold her. After a minute you gave her a light squeeze. "We have to move before the Empire finds the ship."

She sniffled but nodded in understanding.

The two of you quickly made your way out of the tunnel exits. It was just a short run to the ship yards.

You gave a quick prayer to anyone listening before trying your comms again. The Empire scrambled the channels, but hopefully a short-range signal worked. With you and Omega crouched behind The Marauder, you tried contacting Echo.

"Echo, Omega and I are by the ship. Open the ramp." You whispered quickly. You got no response. "Echo?" You tried again.

With a loud steam, the ships doors opened. You and Omega rushed in, closing it quickly.

"Echo, we need to get out of here now!" You ran to take the Co-Pilot seat.

"What's going on, where is Hunter and Wrecker?" Echo questioned, starting up The Marauder.

With a glance behind you, you saw Omega bundled into a ball in her bunk. You still kept your voice down for your next statement.

"We were ambushed, Cid sold us out. Hunter and Wrecker gave Omega and I a window to escape." Your own eyes filled with tears at the guilt. "I had to take it." You sobbed. "I had to protect Omega." You stood true to your words, but broke down into tears.

It was a lot to process for Echo. He wanted to comfort you, but had to think logically first.

"I'm going to go back, you two need to get to Pabu." Echo stated.

"No, you don't understand Echo! That's a suicide mission!" You gasped out.

With a deep swallow, you continued- "It's the Empire!"

He snapped his head around, "We've gone against them before."

"Not this many Echo..." You let out another sob. "There are too many for us." You pulled forward, both hands cupping Echos head. "Hunter and Wrecker are already dead by now." Tears flowed freely down your face. "What do we do Echo....?"

Just as you finished, blaster noises arose. You both called for Omega, feeling much safer with her in the cockpit with the two of you.

While Echo pulled the ship up to fly, Omega was already sat in the shuttle's gunner's seat. She had a twisted look on her face as she shot freely at the Empire troopers that attacked.

You took in a deep breath, one that painfully refilled your lungs.

You viciously wiped your tears away, grabbing the handles to the front blasters of the ship. With a white-knuckled grip you shot furiously. You lost your perception of time as you fired and fired.

Echo expertly dodged most of the Empires bombs and shots, but not as well as Tech would have. Another painful reminder. Three dead. Three brothers are gone. Not to mention Crosshair was probably dead as well...

The thoughts clouded you, your grip tightened on the blaster, but you stopped firing. Your breath quickened, hyperventilating. Adrenaline was starting to lose its effect, you were crashing and burning.

Echo called your name out, you didn't move until he shouted it for the third time.

You faced him slowly, hands not moving. Your eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape.

"Hey, hey." He got up out of his seat, putting his hand on top of one of yours gently.

"It's okay, they're gone... It's over..." He pulled your hands off the handles slowly. He then cupped your face with utmost care.

"We're safe... You're safe..." With his words, you looked out the glass pane. Echo had managed to launch into hyperspace. The three of you were out of danger.

Your chest still heaved, desperate for oxygen. You shot around, looking for Omega.

She was sat in her make-shift room, clutching her stuffed toy.

You looked back at Echo, locking eyes. You embraced him strongly. He was still slightly confused on the situation, but he did what he had to keep the last of his family safe.

He pulled away to press quick kisses over your face. You were still in shock and didn't kiss back- but you leaned into his touch.

He wiped tears from your face with his hand, everything felt numb. How was he still composing himself? You questioned to yourself.

With sad eyes, you looked down, a deep breath filling you.

You reached a hand up to place on him, feeling between his breast-plates. The feeling of his chest rising calmed you.

"I'm... I'm gonna go check on Omega." You choked out, hand swiping off any last tears, quickly. He nodded, hand coming up to rest on yours. You smiled half-heartedly and slowly lowered your hand.

It was a long night of holding and rocking Omega. After the high of battle drifted away she was hysterical. Her cries were only muffled by your chest, which she clung to. You held yourself together, somehow.

When she had finally cried herself to sleep, you laid her down. Making sure that Lula, her Tooka doll, was close by.

You returned to Echo with a shaky breath. He held his arms open, an invitation for you to join him in his seat.

You took it and lowered yourself into him, melting with his touch. His arms closed around you, hand resting on your hip.

"What the hell now..." You commented, void of any emotion. You were worn out.

He thumbs the skin around your waist. "We can head to Pabu. Get resources, contact Rex, maybe even stay."

Your face scrunched up at this, you hated Pabu. Everything and everyone had a happy-go-lucky attitude. But, it didn't matter what you thought anymore. All you and Echo needed to think about is what was best for Omega.

"Or not stay, we will see what happens." He practically read your mind.

"I don't care what we do, as long as Omega is happy and safe." You glanced back at her, still sleeping.

"You need to be happy and safe too." He said, thinking about Omega and you.

You swallowed, looking down at the floor.

"So do you..." You raised your gaze to meet his. "What would make you happy, Echo?"

"Don't worry about me, you've got your hands full already." He kissed the crown of your head.

"You take care of me, I'll take care of you." You said snuggling closer to his chest.

"And we'll both take care of Omega."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I've never written any kind of angst or wump before, thanks for bearing with me! Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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Heartslabyul: Injured Reader

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Injured Reader Headcanons

Riddle Rosehearts

Growing up in the household that he did, Riddle is very well versed in how to treat someone when they get injured. Normally he’s the one helping out the others in his dorm when they are hurt. Even if he scolds them, it’s still apparent that he cares about their health. This translates to be very worried when it comes to someone he considers a friend. He will admit that he has a soft spot for a few people, and when he sees them get injured he feels his heart in his throat.

Whenever he sees you get hurt, his shock slowly transforms into worry. He normally covers it up with annoyance, scolding you to be more careful in the future. Especially when it’s over something absolutely stupid. That time you were trying to chase down a stray cat on campus and ended up running head first into a brick wall? He thought it was absolutely ridiculous, but was still worried.

His first instinct is to make sure you can at least walk, once that’s confirmed he’ll be taking you right to the nurse’s office. It doesn’t matter if they’re there or not, chances are he wouldn’t be letting them touch you. It’s a simple injury, so he can just treat it for you. Gives him time to give you a run down as to why you shouldn’t just chase random creatures and be aware of your surroundings.

Trey Clover

As the eldest brother, Trey is well versed in taking care of injuries. It’s just a natural part of being a sibling, honestly. Kids get hurt all the time and it’s typically nothing serious. Telling someone it’s okay, getting a plaster for them, and informing them to be more careful is just part of his process of taking care of another. He normally gets a few injuries himself since he enjoys baking, so he has a pretty good handle on things.

When Trey realizes that you managed to slice off a good chunk of your finger, he’s immediately going over with a towel and wrapping it around your finger to stop the bleeding. He feels a bit anxious about how bad the cut really is, but he’ll be telling you it’s fine and you just need to go ahead and clean it then wrap it up. He will be making a mental note of teaching you proper knife techniques and maybe letting you stick to stirring for a while.

Depending on when you get injured and how serious it is, he’ll be bringing you to the nurse or his room. The nurse is reserved for really bad injuries, while his room is where he keeps a simple first aid kit that he can treat you with. He’ll just have you sitting on his bed while he runs around and grabs what he needs before taking care of you. If you joke that he should kiss it better, he might actually do it out of habit with his siblings before realizing what he did.

Cater Diamond

Cater is pretty careful most of the time and doesn’t get too many injuries. As a kid he was also the one normally getting taken care of whenever he got injured, so he doesn’t have the most experience taking care of others. He knows the basics through classes and dealing with his own, but if it’s serious then he’s going to be mildly freaking out and seeking out Riddle for assistance.

You two had been out and about while he occasionally took photos of the school grounds on his phone. He actually managed to catch the moment that you tripped over a rock and fell face first. He is shocked before running and checking on you, bending down so he can see how serious it is. He’s concerned and anxious over the fact that you could just… do that. Not to mention your knees and chin had some bad looking scraps on them.

He’s taking you straight to the nurse’s office, or looking for Riddle. He will pick you up if need be and carry you on his back while he makes his way. Laughter is the best medicine, so if you’re pretty beaten up, he’ll be trying to cheer you up and make you laugh to help numb the pain. Once he finds who he’s looking for, he’ll stay by your side the entire time and offer to take you back to your dorm so you can’t get hurt again.

Ace Trappola

Ace gets injured literally all the time. He just doesn’t really give a damn about being careful, and he also had some pretty bad luck some times. Paper cuts are his worst enemy since he gets those on the daily when he flips through his textbook in class, pretending like he’s reading. Deuce says it’s karma for never listening to class. Sadly, he’s pretty lazy when it comes to getting injured and if he gets a cut on his finger, he’ll just stick it in his mouth.

When he sees you get injured, he’s probably going to be laughing at you…maybe even doing the old point and laugh depending on what kind of injury it is. Stubbed your toe? He’s going to be cracking up at your pained groan. He’s a bit of an asshole, but you already knew this when you became friends with him. Still, if it looks serious, he might actually be concerned and offer to take you to the nurse’s office. If it’s a simple injury though, don’t count on it.

When you get something like a paper cut then Ace just might just pop your finger in his mouth like he does for himself and then look at you like, “There, it’s all better.” If you manage to twist your ankle and can barely walk, he’ll offer to carry you, but tease you relentlessly on your way to the nurse’s office. Still, at least he cares a little bit.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is pretty used to getting injured since he used to always get into fights. Sure his mom would normally help him, but he always felt bad and started to learn to take care of his own injuries. He never really had to take care of anyone else though, so when someone he knows gets injured he’s just going to do what he normally does to himself. Most of it is “on-field” medicine though, so if it’s something serious, then you need to speak up that you need something better.

When Deuce watched someone crash into you on their broom, and how you crumbled to the ground with a painful groan, he is immediately going mother hen mode. Probably telling whoever crashed into you to get Vargas or even the nurse while he checks you for injuries. He is honestly so anxious looking you over since he has had broken bones in the past and they’re an actual nightmare to deal with.

You’re going to be carried away by Deuce no matter what you say. He’s concerned about you and will drag you away. Depending on the type of injury, he probably will just take you back to Ramshackle and place you on the bathroom counter while he grabs the first aid kit. He will tease you a bit once he knows you’re fine though…just don’t kick him while you’re up there. He’s just going to be relieved that you’re alright.

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Fandom Leap - Chapter 8

Series Masterlist

Word count: 1.8k

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

A/N: My contribution is finally here! Just wanna say I'm flattered to be in this project with such wonderful authors! @nickfowlerrr @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @crazyunsexycool @swiftlymoniquesblog @missvelvetsstuff @vibraniumarm06-bucket @rosedpetal @imyourbratzdoll @herdreamywasteland @jamneuromain @potterhead2207@supraveng

Previous chapter || You can both feel a shift in the air around you. Sitting in each other's presence the feeling begins to come over you, “Buck, I don’t wanna go” You whisper softly gripping his hand tight. “Please don’t leave me, Doll” his voice trembling in fear, You can’t help but shed some tears because You don’t want to go either, but You have no control over this. “Come back to me baby, please” He whispers holding you close to him, his please sounds absolutely broken which makes your heart heavier. “I love y-,” as the shift overtakes You, You can still feel his presence. Shedding a few tears your heart feels heavy and You hope that where you end up next is a place in which you will be safe and protected like how You were with Bucky.

There was a pounding in your head. Your eyelids were heavy when you opened them, and by the way your stomach rumbled, you knew you had to eat something rather sooner than later.

You looked at your surroundings. You were lying in a queen-sized bed with a cherry print bedding set, a nightstand to your left that had a pink alarm clock that seemed to be broken by having been beaten against the wall too many times.

"Wakey-wakey."

You screamed. You finally acknowledged the pretty blonde that was lying next to you.

"Caroline Forbes?"

It really was her. Her perfect golden locks were around her head like a halo, and her shiny green eyes had smudged mascara around them.

She was as stunning as a beauty queen, all the same.

"Are we on a full-name basis now, Y/N L/N?" She teased you, and yawned, stretching her arms and sitting up in the bed.

"What happened last night?" You asked, the memories all blurred and confusing in your head.

She grinned at you. "Before or after you confessed to Elijah Mikaelson that he was the hottest man on earth?"

Oh. My. God.

"I need context, Care."

She squinted her eyes at you.

"I knew we shouldn't have let you get in a drinking contest with Damon."

"Damon Salvatore?"

"Who else would it be? You're so weird this morning, jeez."

Of course. You were in The Vampire Diaries universe. You didn't know where this left you, or why you had a previous life here. Maybe it was a pattern. The first two times you didn't belong. The third, you did. In other universes, you were an anomaly. A version of you probably didn't exist in those places.

Here, you could see by the memory board in the wall with pictures of you with Bonnie Bennett, Elena Gilbert, Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donovan and the Salvatore siblings that you actually belonged here.

Hell, there even was a polaroid taken by you of Rebekah Mikaelson flipping the camera (you) off, the caption "Barbie Klaus" written with permanent marker under the picture.

Like everything was right.

Except, something was missing.

As your mind drifted to Bucky's lovingly gaze on you and the feel of his hand in your strong grip, the way you were holding on for dear life when you shifted again...

You got up too fast, almost falling in the process, and ran to the toilet. Caroline was behind you next, holding your hair while you threw up.

You had tears in your eyes when she turned the shower on and helped you out of your clothes, washing your hair without another word as you sobbed uncontrollably.

Caroline held you in her arms when you couldn't formulate words, brushing your hair and getting you into something comfortable.

"Do you want to lay down?"

You nodded your head negatively.

"I need to tell you something, Care."

"What is it?" Her voice was soft but you knew she was worried about you. She was your best friend in the whole world.

This world, at least.

"I'm not Y/N. Well, not the Y/N you grew up with, at least. I'm from another universe, and I'm scared to death because I want to go back to my fiancé, but I don't belong there either."

You told her the whole story, from how you were just struggling with too much work and had nothing going on in your life, to the Comic Con event and how you just woke up the next day to find yourself in Bucky's universe. How you jumped through dimensions, finding your favorite characters and bonding with them.

You left out the part that you were obsessed with The Vampire Diaries in your teens. You were not about to tell Caroline she was a character in a show and all the shit that was about to happen to her and each one of your friends in Mystic Falls.

After you finished, Caroline stared at you with wide eyes. "We can't seem to catch a break, can we?"

"What do I do now, Care?"

"Babe, you're friends with vampires, witches, a werewolf and the originals. You have Matt too, but he's human like you so he's useless about anything involving the supernatural. No offense. We'll find a way."

You sniffed, hugging her. "Thank you, Care. Now tell me what the hell was last night about!"

She laughed.

"We threw you a birthday party. Bonnie casted a spell on you so you wouldn't get too drunk when you and Damon started taking shots."

"Oh, crap. And why Elijah was there? Doesn't seem like his type of fun."

"It's not." She snorted. "But he came anyway because he adores you."

It felt weird when she said that, the thought of you with another man making you sick. There was a little flirting now and then, but you couldn't forget that you were about to get married.

Why did it hurt so fucking much?

"Now get up! We're doing research before you leave us too." Caroline laughed humorlessly. Deep down, you knew she was just as afraid as you.

"So, you've made all of us come here, and not that I want to bitch about it, but I had to change shifts last minute, just for you to come with this nonsense story when in reality Y/N could just be losing her shit?"

"Matt!" Elena glared at him.

"I'm not blaming her! I'm just saying, with all the things we have to go through because of you guys, maybe she's just so stressed that her mind is finally shattering?"

"For the love of Taylor Swift, shut up." Damon rolled his eyes at Matt. "Don't worry, kid. We all believe you and we know you're not crazy."

"Not that I'm condoning with that asshole, but what if Y/N is really going insane?"

"Tyler, I'm right here!" You crossed your arms, outraged. "I didn't give you this shit when I found out you were a werewolf." You complained.

Caroline called everyone to the Salvatore's boarding house, just so you didn't have to repeat the same story over and over again. That's why she had the Mikaelson siblings on the speakerphone too.

"Bon, what do you think?" Elena turned to the witch, who had a serious look on her face.

"I don't know. Granny never had the chance to explain to me about multiple simultaneous lives. Let alone the multiverse jumping. All I know is that is possible, but I don't play with this kind of magic. It bends all the rules we know of."

"I'd ask my mother if she wasn't dead." Klaus finally spoke on the other side, and you almost smiled at his words. "The best I can do to help sweet Y/N is get Freya to do some research."

"Thank you so much, Klaus." You sighed, feeling a little bit better.

"In the meanwhile, what can we do?" Stefan asked.

"If there's nothing we can do, we can put her in a straitjacket."

"Too soon, Damon." You murmured, sending him a death glare.

Caroline took on a mission to distract you from your distress. She dressed you up and took you to the Mystic Grill, ordered pancakes and soda for you both, and took you to see the most important spots in the city.

"That's Elena's house. We tried to smoke cigarettes in her room when we were fifth graders and we spent a whole bottle of her mother's perfume to mask the tobacco scent. There's a spot under her rug where we put them out."

"In Bonnie's place, she finally told you she was a witch."

"Damon and you were playing stupid games as always, and he dared you to go to the forest on a full moon, that's when Tyler almost bit you. I tried to save you and he bit me instead, so Klaus had to come here and cure me."

"Matt, Vicky and you used to play hide and seek in the church when you guys were little."

"Oh! You're gonna love this one! Elijah gave you a daylight ring right there in the gazebo! He told that if you ever transitioned you'd need one and it would be nice if that was already taken care of."

The memories were permanently imprinted on you. How you and Caroline always teamed up against Bonnie and Elena when the four of you fought, how angry you were at Matt when he couldn't let Elena move on, how heartbroken you became at Vicky's funeral.

And the day Elijah gave you the daylight ring, you were so touched by his gesture that you spilled "I love you." in a serious tone before hugging him. He was taken back by your reaction, but he hugged you back.

The sun was setting in the horizon, when Caroline received a call. She smiled at you in a cryptic way.

"Okay, I'm taking her."

The whole drive back to the Salvatore's board house was silent. You suddenly had a feeling your time in Mystic Falls was ending.

Caroline pulled over and walked you to the front door. She sighed.

"This is my cue. I hope you find what you're looking for, Y/N. And I just want you to know that you are my best friend and you are loved in every universe you exist. Please, never forget me."

You sniffed, and hugged her tight. Caroline's delicate form embraced you.

"Thank you, Care. I love you to the moon and back. And hopefully, in a few hours, you'll have your Y/N version back."

Caroline took off full vampire speed, leaving you alone on the Salvatore doorstep. The door opened, and a gasp left your lips.

"Elijah?"

"Whenever you say "I love you", you always say "to the moon and back" too. Must've been too much on her."

You looked over your shoulder, grateful for everything Caroline has done for you in the last hours. She let you go without putting up a fight, just so you didn't have to worry about her too.

"I guess we are alone?" You raised your brow, and Elijah's lip curled upwards.

He offered you his hand and as you took it in your own, he guided you to the living room.

"Freya and Bonnie crafted this." He took a little bottle of his pocket, the content a red liquid that resembled blood. "You just have to drink it, and you'll be off again. I guess you'd like to finally do this in your own terms."

"I don't know what to say."

"Then allow me, Y/N. You are a kind soul. You told me once that I deserved to have a life of my own and pursue my own dreams instead of always taking care of Niklaus. You were the one who confronted him when everyone was walking on eggshells around him, and you captivated all of us. You deserve to have a life of your own too, Y/N, and I know it's gonna be brilliant."

As he spoke, Elijah brought the bottle to your lips, and you drank its rich liquid. As you felt the ground swirl under your feet and Elijah becoming more and more distant, all you could keep was an opal daylight ring.

#the vampire diaries #fandom collab #elijah x reader #caroline x reader #caroline forbes #elijah mikaelson #elena gilbert #klaus mikaelson #bonnie bennett #the vampire diaries x reader

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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thinking about one thing and one thing only. there was only one bed x dewdrop x fem reader

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

You had always found the fire ghoul to be interesting. Sure, you loved the others, but there was something about Sodo you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He was different from Alpha and Ifrit, and he was different from Rain and Mist; so animated and full of life, interacting with fans and ghouls at every turn. But just when you thought you had him figured out, he would do something else to surprise you.

You had been sitting in the library today, scribbling down in your notebook as you pull translations and keynotes from the opened book in front of you. You only looked away when you heard someone clear their throat.

“Papa wants us to go into the next city,” Sodo had told you, arms crossed over his chest as his tail flicked behind him. “Guess he ran out of some incense and some other things.”

“Just you and me?” you asked him, brows furrowed. Papa had you doing tasks around the abbey lately, letting the other siblings go out here and there for errands he didn’t want to run on his own. Maybe it was just your turn.

“You comin’ or not?” So now, here you sat in the passenger seat of the beaten-up Oldsmobile, watching the town go by as Sodo drove. It was late in the evening, close to dusk, and death metal has been playing the whole ride, but he’s kept it to a low volume. High enough to hear, but low enough to where you two could actually talk.

You can’t help but occasionally glance over at him. This is one of the few times you’ve seen him not only unmasked, but in casual clothes and keeping up his human appearance. You knew it took energy to keep it up, but “if humans find out ghouls are real, all hell’s gonna break loose. And Papa doesn’t want that just yet.” Really, it felt like this was a special treat.

“What do you keep lookin’ at?” You’re sure his tail would’ve been flicking if he still had one, but you give him a smile anyway.

“You look nice.” And you mean it. His long hair has been pulled back into a ponytail, showing off more of his face, though the hood from his jacket had been drawn up, a leather jacket decorated with pins sitting atop that. This more metal look was a stark contrast to the uniform he normally wore when around the abbey.

Still, Sodo lets out an amused huff, the smallest smirk dancing across his lips. “Ya don’t look too bad yourself, sweetheart.”

“Why do you have two jackets, though? It’s a nice day out.”

“Fire ghoul.” And the way he says it is just so blunt and bored, like you should’ve known this. “It might be nice for you, but it’s cold to me.”

You suppose that made sense. The silence falls over you two again, save for the music still playing. Sodo’s phone is hooked up to the aux cord, resting on his thigh, and every now and then he’ll glance down to change the song. Even though it’s a reckless move, you’re almost surprised when you realize that it doesn’t exactly scare you. You feel safe with the ghoul, even if he’s speeding down the road.

The town you enter has an old feel to it, the brick buildings and old designs; different colors that somehow work so well together. It’s nice.

“You like it here?” Sodo asks, catching your attention.

“Yeah. It’s cute.” He glances around, shrugging a bit.

“It’s okay.” He looks down at his phone, exiting the music and bringing up the directions he originally had minimized. “Should be around here somewhere…” He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth when he hastily looks around the area. “That’s it, we’re walking.”

He turns into the first parking lot he can find, some area that’s right beside an old, grungy-looking brick building.

“Can we even park here?” you ask him. He just laughs as he turns the car off and unplugs his phone.

“We’re about to find out.” You gather your things as he exits the car, surprised when he appears right beside you, opening the door and offering you his hand. You take a moment to look at it, almost confused when you don’t see his normally gray skin or those sharp, black nails.

“I’m not gonna bite,” he teases softly. “Unless you want me to.”

“Oh, shut up!” You take his hand, his hold on you gentle as he helps you out of the car. You hear it beep when he locks it, the two of you starting down the sidewalk. The stores loom over you, some being old Victorian houses that have been converted into shops. Sodo walks close beside you and you notice how he falters for a second.

“Forgot I don’t have my tail,” he mutters softly. “Was gonna smack you for fun…”

“You’re an ass!” But still, you laugh along with him. Instead of using his tail to annoy you, he’ll occasionally bump into you, sending you stumbling just that little bit. You only bump back into him with more vigor and you see his smile clear as day.

The walk down to the shop isn’t too bad, though it is quiet for the most part. Sodo is constantly checking his phone, making sure you two haven’t passed it. Really, you’re completely lost and you’re following the ghoul. It takes longer than you expected, the two of you having to go down about four blocks before you finally see the shop in the distance. The sun was finally starting to set, the clouds turning to a bright shade of pinks and purples. This part of town has fairy lights strung up all along the streets and wrapped around trees, bringing some life into it.

“It’s cute,” you comment softly, pointing to the lights hanging above. Sodo just lets out a soft grunt.

He holds the door open for you when you two finally get in front of your destination and the smell of burning incense hits you. It’s light and floral, but it was so such a drastic change from the fresh air you were just in. Still, it’s very good inside, albeit not the brightest. Little statues and trinkets sit on glass showcases, and incense burners line the walls. You hang back, deciding to look at everything while Sodo goes to the registers. You can hear him talking to the older woman behind the counter, and her voice is so soft and sweet. To your surprise, Sodo matches her energy, a smile on his face. How cute.

As the woman goes to the back, you peer into the ceramic bowls. Flat, polished rocks sit inside of them with runes decorating the front and outlined in gold paint. You don’t get to look much longer, hearing a bag rustling. The woman’s come back, smiling brightly as she hands it over to Sodo. You didn’t know a ghoul could be so gentle as you watch him take it from her. It’s so surreal watching him. You know he’s a ghoul. You know he’s a menace when he wants to be. But right now, he looks normal. He looks like a normal human being just picking up something from a cute little shop. Granted he still looks a little scary if you aren’t into his style getup, but his current personality is the complete opposite of what most would assume it would be.

You send the woman behind the counter a smile as you also thank her and, like last time, Sodo holds the door open for you again.

“You’re being such a gentleman,” you tease, grinning at him.

“Do you not like it?” He feigns worry, eyebrows raised. “I could always go back to the stomping, angry, sexual ghoul everyone knows and loves.”

You bark out a laugh. “Oh, stop! You know what I mean.”

You two start the walk back to the car, the plastic bag slung over Sodo’s shoulder. The wind’s starting to pick up as it gets later, your skin prickling with goosebumps as it passes through your thin shirt. Without even realizing it, you get just a little closer to the ghoul, his heat radiating off of him. You wonder if the woman could feel it when she gave him the bag and if she thought anything of it.

“Could you imagine if the car was gone?” Sodo jokes, shooting you a grin. You slap his arm.

“Stop! I don’t wanna be stuck out here!” As cute as the little town was, you were ready to go back home. Not to finish your notes, oh no, but just to relax in your bed and fall asleep. You had already been a little tired when Sodo had approached you in the library, and the drive that was supposed to take ten minutes ended up taking almost thirty with how you two had gotten lost a few times, the roads either too confusing to navigate or a turn having popped up out of nowhere when it seemed like the road kept going straight. You had already called Papa on Sodo’s behalf, telling him what had happened, and you were thankful you had caught him on a good day. He seemed understanding, saying he had done the same thing the first time he and one of his ghouls had taken a trip there.

You’re relieved to see the car still where you two had parked, especially when neither of you see a ticket on the windshield. Sodo opens the door for you before rounding the car and crawling into the driver’s seat, tossing the bag in the backseat. He’s tapping into the phone as he fumbles with the key, trying to slot it into the ignition without looking.

Your stomach drops when he gets it in and the car doesn’t respond when he turns it. With brows furrowed, he tries again and again. The dashboard lights up but it doesn’t turn over.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” He tries again in a futile attempt before letting out a growl. You notice how his skin is changing, just that little bit, turning back to gray. His nails, having originally been blunt and short, slowly blacken as sharp tips start to form. You reach out, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay.” It’s not. And there won’t be a point where it ever will be, but you see how some people are walking past you two. All it would take would be one little glance into the car.

To your surprise, it’s enough to bring him down and you notice how everything slowly fades back. His forehead is pressed against the steering wheel as he sighs.

“Fine.” He still sounds tired and defeated. “I’ll call Papa. I’ll call someone to come pick the car up. We can go find a hotel for the night.”

You cringe at the thought of not being able to go home, but you knew that no one from the abbey would know what was wrong with the damn thing. Even if they did, you doubt they would have the parts to fix it. So you make yourself comfortable in the passenger seat as you watch Sodo begrudgingly navigate his phone to call Papa.

The rest of everything is a blur, from the growl in Papa’s irritated voice to Sodo being short with the tow truck driver. You had mentally checked out on the way to the shop. It was dark by now, but you two had gotten lucky that the shop was still open and only a few blocks away from a hotel. Sodo had sat between you and the driver in the truck and you reveled in how much heat he was putting out. With the sun now gone, the temperature had dropped and it was enough to make you shiver.

Before you go into the shop, Sodo removes his leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders. You practically melt into it as you hold it close to you, smiling at him.

“Looks cute on you,” he tells you softly as you follow him inside. You hope he doesn’t notice how your face heats up.

You let him do all the talking to the man behind the counter, too tired to even muster up a genuine smile to be polite. From the sound of Sodo’s voice, he doesn’t care to be polite either, telling him to just fix the car in the morning and that you two would be back for it. You had zoned out for most of the conversation, eyes wandering about. It seemed clean and well-kept, tires of different brands hanging around. You only notice that everything’s been said and done when Sodo softly nudges your shoulder and leads you to the door.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, sweetheart?” he teases, a toothy grin on his face.

“I just wanna get to the hotel.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, drawing you close to him. It’s only now that you realize that he’s shaking a bit himself. “Do you want your jacket back?”

“Hm? Nah, I’m fine.” But you notice how he’s not putting out as much heat as he once was. “C’mon. Let’s get to this stupid hotel.”

Honestly, you had always liked nighttime walks. Though it was advised everyone is inside by nightfall in the abbey, you loved the whole atmosphere of it. It felt so calming, and you felt safe with Sodo right beside you.

It’s warm inside the hotel when you both finally make it. Sodo’s skin is an odd shade, and you know his energy is quickly running out. You just barely catch a glimpse of the black starting to seep onto the base of his fingernails and he hides it by shoving his hands in his jacket’s pockets. Neither of you can find the strength to match the energy of the peppy receptionist, but she’s quick to find you two a room on the sixth floor. Sodo all but snatches the keycard from her hand, but he does manage to grunt out a “thanks” before following you to the elevators.

“I’m not gonna make it,” he groans, rubbing his face with his hands. His skin is getting darker and you notice how little points are starting to appear right by his hairline, in the same spot his horns would originally be in. He leans against the wall of the elevator when it opens and you’re quick to push the button on the other side.

“Just a little bit further,” you encourage him. “We’re almost there.”

He nods but he doesn’t respond. Everything about him looks weird and you can see the internal struggle he’s having of keeping up his appearance. You knew he was used to only keeping it up for a few hours at a time, not for this long.

By the time the doors reopen, he’s leaning against you and you have to be a rock for him. His movements are sloppy and you have to take the keycard from him to open the door. The second he steps through the threshold, he’s back in ghoul form as he flops down on the bed.

“There’s the Sodo I know and love,” you joke softly, shutting the door behind you and locking it. When you turn back around, you knit your brows together in confusion. The room is cute and very clean, sure, but there’s only one bed. And currently, the ghoul is laying sprawled out on it. “Hey. You notice anything like… wrong here?”

“Like my clothes aren’t off? You’re right.” His hands fumble with the zipper of his jacket. You walk over to him, smacking his arm with the card.

“No! Like there’s only one bed!” You turn on the nearby light, seeing his eyes narrow as his face scrunches up, his now pointed ears twitching.

“Like I give a shit!” he cries out. “I don’t even wanna be here! I’d rather be back in my own room, laying in my own bed.” He slips out of his jacket, tossing it to the floor. “Dumma jävla bil.”

“So we share a bed?”

“Yes, we share a bed! It’s not rocket science!”

You huff, crossing your arms. “You better stay on your own side.”

His voice becomes high-pitched as he mocks you, but he sits up to undo his shoes and kick them off. You turn your back as he strips down to his boxers, all of his clothes laying in a heap on the floor.

“Thanks for the privacy, sweetheart.” It’s like you can just hear the grin on his face. Still, you slide his thick jacket off of your shoulders, laying it on top of his clothes. You kick off your shoes before pulling back the comforter and crawling into bed. You lay on your side, back facing Sodo. You hear him click off the lamp, the darkness enveloping you two.

But it’s cold in the room and you find yourself slowly creeping back, feeling your body hit Sodo’s. He’s still giving off heat. Not as much as he was earlier, but it’s better than nothing.

“What happened to staying on my own side?” he tuts. You hear him shift as he rolls over, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you against his chest.

“It’s cold,” you mutter softly. He lets out an amused huff, humming an affirmation. “Thank you, by the way. For your jacket.”

“Couldn’t have my favorite Sister freezing like that.” His voice rumbles as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“You getting soft on me, Sodo?”

“You finally noticed? Not like I was trying to get your attention all day.”

You roll over, barely able to make out his features in the dark. The only thing you can clearly make out are his amber eyes softly glowing as he stares back at you. You bring a hand up to rest it on his upper arm, your thumb gently stroking his skin. You feel his own slowly slide up your back, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Still cold?” His voice is barely above a whisper, the campfire scent radiating from him intoxicating. You can only muster a pathetic nod. “Use your words, Sister.”

“Yes.” His lips are on yours in a second, tail caressing your leg. His hand slides back down your back, pass the curve of your ass to the back of your thigh. He tugs your leg over his waist before he wraps his arm around you again, pressing you as close to him as he can get you.

“How about I make you real warm, sweetheart?”

Translation:

Dumma jävla bil - Stupid fucking car

#request #sodo #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #f!reader #sodo x reader #dewdrop x reader #ghost #ghost band #why tf did I let this go past 3k words #this was meant to be at least over 1k

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Day 3 ~ Family & Loyalty

𓂃🖋 Characters/pairings: Fingon x Maedhros 𓂃🖋 Synopsis: After a recent clash of their fathers at a family get-together, Maedhros and Fingon attempt to navigate politics and personal relationships alike through letters. 𓂃🖋 Warnings: / 𓂃🖋 Oneshot (~700 words) | AO3

Finno,

I just wanted to say that I am sorry for what transpired at the recent family get-together.

Whereas I, as you know, ask not to be judged for each and every deed and word done and said by my father and my brothers — who can at times be rash and harsh — and I know you are not in the habit of judging an entire group by the actions of few, I feel the need to clarify that I do not stand behind what my father said to Uncle Nolofinwë.

I have no less love for my kin (and for you in particular) because our fathers have different mothers and I do not see you as a mere half of something whole. It saddens me that my father fails to see love and kinship within his siblings, nieces and nephews.

Perhaps you are disappointed that I didn't speak out against him, and I will admit that I lacked the courage to do so. I love my father dearly, as you will understand in spite of whichever feelings you harbour regarding him, and his favour is easier lost than it is given. Know that I never expect you to speak out against Uncle Nolofinwë either, even though such an assertion may seem needless at this time, given that you desire to forge and maintain bonds with your kin, as is he.

Know that no matter what my father says and how he feels, my love and friendship is true, and I desire to be in your presence if you will have me still.

Yours truly, Russandol

Russo,

you need not apologise for the actions of others, and I doubt neither your conviction nor your loyalty. You have my love always; rest assured of that.

Nevertheless, I appreciate your words. I was meaning to write a letter to you as well, though you have once again beaten me to it. Worry not, the matters you discussed were hardly even on my mind; I moreso wished to ask if you would like to join me for another dinner sometime. Just the two of us, no family. Consider it a do-over if you will — though you may also consider it something else entirely. Something unrelated to family relations and obligations, only about us two.

I eagerly await your response.

Yours truly, Findekáno

My dearest Finno,

I thank you for your response and your understanding. The thought of losing you over a dispute between our fathers pained me and was quite dreadful, so I shall not dwell on such matters any longer, for as long as they are of no concern to us.

I would love to have dinner with you, just us as you suggested. Moreover I would love to invite you here, however I am painfully aware of my brothers' tendency to snoop and gossip — remember the time Tyelkormo read my journal? — and my father's current mood, so if I may be so bold, I would suggest meeting up elsewhere. Maybe even away from Uncle Nolofinwë; while I would never presume any ill will toward me on his part, it may be better for both of us to keep this private. For a while at least.

Father used to tell stories about meeting Mother outside of Tirion and going on journeys together. Would you be interested in that?

Let me know what you think.

With love, Russandol

My dearest Russo,

as much as it pains me to say so, I agree that we should keep the details of our relationship more private for the time being and wait until the familial storm has blown over — though, if you permit such a comment, Uncle Fëanáro does not seem too keen on that happening any time time soon. I can only hope he changes his mind.

If you like, meet me on the 17th day of Víressë, at the western gates of Tirion during the mingling of the Trees. We can find a quiet place outside the city and talk to our heart's content, and I shall bring some snacks as well.

I am looking forward to seeing you again, dearest Russo.

With love, Findekáno

Thanks for reading! ♡

Víressë - April. Yes, the date is today ^^ The Celegorm incident referenced by Maedhros is detailed here.

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JUBILANT ANTHEMS

❨ summary ❩ twst › dorms playing apples to apples together (ft. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, ignihyde)

tags ✧ no reader but we’ll just say they’re spectating, initials after dialogue so you know who’s talking, family bonding time lmao, they literally fight like siblings, cursing, crack, ooc (?)

amanuensis’ message ⊹ im PRAYING yall know how to play apples to apples bc i did not explain anything… (INSTRUCTIONS, skip if you already know) basically the judge would pick up a green card and pick a word. the other players (except the judge) use one of their red apple cards that is best suited for the word and place the card face down on the table. the judge shuffles the played cards and then picks one and whoever played the red card that the judge picked, gets the green card the judge picked. first to 5 wins! i confused myself trying to make this, goodnight💀

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HEARTSLABYUL

cater is the oldest, he starts first!

cater’s word choice: chewy.

CATER’S MINDSET

╰┈➤ if were being honest, he didn’t know what word to choose, so he went with the most weirdest one on his green card. you gotta keep it interesting somehow… had a good laugh from everyones expression when he chose his word though.

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TREY

best poker face, he’s always smiling. trey and ace almost slapped each others hands trying to place down their cards first. it was a silent duel between the two but for sure nothing is more superior than his card. he was sure to win, just two more points.

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RIDDLE

gave cater the most HARDEST side eye at his word choice and got a pure smile back. he had the perfect card for the other word on the green card that would’ve flawlessly given him a point but nooo cater had to pick chewy >:(. riddle has no cards to fit this description so he is petty!!!

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DEUCE

clueless. he knows what he’s doing to an extent but this word leaves him stumped, had to look at the synonyms on the green card more than once. otherwise, clueless. it seems like riddle is a little irritated by his cards so deuce is happy he’s not the only one struggling. he is the last to place down his card after his long, thorough decision making.

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ACE

THE FIRST TO SLAP DOWN A CARD, YOU COULD HEAR THE CLAP ECHO. like he’s been waiting for this since 1985 or something, he’s giddy with excitement. with his whole being, he knows this point is his. what do you think of that TREY?

cater has shuffled the red cards, who got the point?!

CATER’S CHOICE

╰┈➤ “oxygen, mold… ew. vampires??? who the hell picked toes??? you win💀”

it was deuce’s card. he politely took it and placed it in his score deck, determined for the next round. see, cater went with the most funniest since none of these went with the topic at all, but he never expected deuce to be the one to put it down. trey or ace maybe but never deuce😭. deuce received owlish stares for a few moments, trey wasn’t even smiling anymore😦. it wouldn’t have bothered them if it wasn’t for the fact that deuce had been racking up points for the last SEVEN ROUNDS. the others had their points but just how many did deuce have…

“deuce, do you chew toes? •_•꧞” — a.t

“no? that was the only card that was the best one, unless you wanted me to put down keanu reeves..” — d.s

“john wick?” — c.d

“just how many green cards do you have, deuce?” — t.c

“seven.” — d.s

“you’re kidding. deuce had already won TWO rounds ago????>:[“ — r.r

everyone was so caught up in their own little rivalry, no one noticed that deuce had already earned over 5 points😭

“why didn’t you say anything man?!” — a.t

“i’ve never played before, i didn’t know the limit was five!” — d.s

“you’ve never played!?” — c.d

“damn, we’ve been beaten by an amateur..” — t.c

“quiet, all of you!” — r.r

SAVANACLAW + IGNIHYDE

ortho’s the youngest, he’s up!

ortho’s word choice: inspirational.

ORTHO’S MINDSET

╰┈➤ only chose this because the other word was ugly and ruggie would most likely make a mean comment. ortho’s also glad it was his turn and nobody else got the card, it would’ve started chaos. honestly, jack looks like he might combust, its concerning… half of the answers weren’t sticking to the topic but he can admit, they were actually really funny

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LEONA

you kidding? half of the time he barely knows what happening just like he’s half asleep. ruggie has to keep reminding his ass to pick up cards. however, the only thing keeping him partly awake is idia’s little remarks every time ortho picks leona’s card over idia’s. fiery bastard.

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IDIA

stupid leona and his stupid smart cards. he bet thawmarks on who wins this match; if ortho or himself win, 3000 tm for idia. if jack or ruggie win that’s 3000 tm for leona. hell, he even found himself slightly warming the corners of his red cards so ortho knows who’s it is. this point is idia’s.

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RUGGIE

more laid back about the game lowk, he helps jack from time to time, basically the baby sitter. also has to watch his potty mouth or idia will be on his ass😞 even then, he’s still in the lead with four exquisite points. one more point and he can cash out on sunflower seeds from ortho, yippee🥳

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JACK

the most focused yet most expressive (its his ears & tail). his tail wags subtly when he gains a point and his ears deflate slightly when he doesn’t KRKSKNKS :( every card he puts down are with confidence! jack only hopes that he’s playing his cards right. he’s not getting anything for winning but hey, new memories with friends are good. even if your teammates are at each other’s throats…

ortho’s shuffled the red cards, the point winner is…

ORTHO’S CHOICE

╰┈➤ “teachers, viral videos, getting a hug aw…… i don’t even know how to say that—“

ortho turns the red card towards jack for help, jack’s ears pinning back moderately as he read. “guacamole??” “oh” he’s trying his best :[. idia jabbed ruggie with his elbow for snorting which had him wheezing instead. maybe it was a little machine glitch but ortho genuinely didn’t know how to pronounce the word, he did giggle a bit at his own mistake.

“i was gonna say gudetama…” — o.s

“you were close, ortho…” — i.s

“i mean, its a start. gwaa - kuh - mow - lee” — j.h

“gwaa kuh mow lee… guacamole!” — o.s

“teacher jack!” — r.b

“how pure.” — l.k

ortho looked over the cards again with creases between his brows. “who put down teachers? i pick you!” “thaaaank you,” leona plucks the green card from ortho and places it in his deck, a small grin as he pushes it forward. “and that’s game.”

“YOU put down teachers?!” — i.s

“i did.” — l.k

“good game!” — j.h

“that was fun!! :D” — o.s

“damn it, if only ortho knew what guacamole was!” — r.b

“seems like he needs an update.” — l.k

“shut your mouth.” — i.s

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Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, lil angst

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, tattooing

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

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“Y/n, this young man came to find you.” The receptionist appeared at the door of your room, grinning, his hand resting on Kazutora’s shoulder.

You nodded, not even looking up from your sketch, adding a final few touches to the design for your next client.

It was a large back piece, one that will take weeks to complete, depicting a rather intricate dragon in a traditional Japanese style, surrounded by sakura broom and spider lilies, and it was a design you were immensely proud of.

What a shame this beauty will have to end up on Imaushi.

Finally looking up, your eyes hardened as you saw Kazutora’s new haircut.

“So? Whatcha think?” He was grinning ear to ear, looking at you much like an over-excited puppy.

You took a deep, long sigh.

“Tora, how offended would you be if I started laughing?”

His face fell into a frown.

“Very.”

Nodding, you allowed only a smile to crack through, beckoning him to sit down so you could show him the designs.

“I won’t laugh then. Here are some of the designs of the tiger tattoo you asked for.”

“Y/n, these are so cool!” Amazed, Kazutora flipped through the pages, carefully observing each and every one, finally landing on a tiger tattoo in a similar style to the one you had on your own back.

“How was school?” Placing the stencil on his neck, you carefully removed the paper, handing Tora a mirror so he could see if he liked the placement.

“It was fine, I’ll go meet Baji’s friends tomorrow too… This placement looks great!”

“Alright. Let me know if you’ll need money, okay?” Putting on gloves and picking up the tattoo machine, you send him a warning look, “This will hurt, you know? The neck is a sensitive area. And if you move too much, I will fuck up the tattoo, so you gotta be still.”

Kazutora nodded, as if fully prepared for the world of misery he just threw himself in.

He had no idea.

Shrugging, you got to work.

Shinichiro sulked the entire way to the studio, letting some of his sibling’s teasing get to him as he lit up another cigarette as soon as the previous one burned out, thinking over the previous date.

You seemed to have fun, and you told him as much, but still, you never got back to him again, and as much as he told himself you’re just busy, with work or your brother starting middle school - he himself went through a hellish time with Mikey - he couldn’t deny it any longer.

Maybe you just decided he wasn’t worth it, and that sent his heart plummeting to rock bottom.

“If anything,” Takeomi shrugged, probably trying to sound comforting, “At least you got a kiss out of the ordeal.”

Shinichiro’s eyes narrowed as he glared at his friend.

He and Benkei came to wish Wakasa luck, and to cause Shinichiro grief.

“First off, she kissed my cheek. Secondly, who the fuck told you she kissed me?“

“Haruchiyo did.” Benkei was the one to respond, shrugging, and Shinichiro gasped in betrayal.

“You sent your little brother to spy on me?”

“He wanted to come to play with Mikey and Izana anyway.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Shinichiro shook his head, frowning.

“Good riddance, if you ask me. She’s a bitch.” Wakasa huffed, stretching as he checked his watch.

“Don’t call her that!”

“To be fair to her, I’d have beaten your ass too.“ Takeomi shrugged, grinning when Wakasa swung at him, a sour frown on his face.

“Either way, it’s 4:15, and it’s respectful to arrive at a tattoo session early. Get your ass in, Shin.” Opening the doors to the studio, Wakasa almost ran into a kid who was rushing to get out.

“Kids these days.” Frowning, Wakasa stepped in, Shinichiro waving Takeomi and Benkei goodbye as he followed the blond inside.

Wakasa managed to find his aunt, who greeted him with multiple kisses to his face, ruffling his hair, exclaiming how big he’s gotten.

Shinichiro snickered while Wakasa looked miserable, waiting on his aunt to lead him to the artist.

“She’s new, but trust me, her line work and shading are immaculate! She was my apprentice, smart and hardworking girl, you’ll love her, I’m sure!” Rambling, his aunt led them to an empty, secluded room, “She’ll be here any minute, she as far as I know finished the design you two agreed on over the phone.”

Nodding, Wakasa politely thanked her, shaking his leg in anticipation.

“I was serious about you holding my hand.” Glaring, Wakasa sounded as confident as ever, looking up at Shinichiro who raised his arms up in defence.

“I’ll hold your hand, no worries.”

“You better. Or I’ll kill you.”

“Okay, I made some variations on what we agreed on, you’ll only have to pick and then we will see how it moves with the ba-“ A female voice called out as the artist entered the room, not even looking up as she flipped through the designs, stopping on the doorway to look at something closely.

Wakasa and Shinichiro stared, mouth agape.

You were wearing a tank top, arms and collarbones bare, revealing full sleeves of intricate tattoos depicting skeletons, animals and flowers swirling up your skin, disappearing to be hidden by the fabric of your shirt.

Shinichiro felt his cheeks burning.

You were truly your own piece of art, a dark painting with a couple of splotches of red paint and how glad Shinichiro was to be able to even dare claim you were his.

You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he looked at you as if he’s seen God.

“YOU?!” Wakasa jumped, an accusatory finger pointed.

You utterly ignored him.

“Yes Imaushi, I’ll be the one to do your tattoo.” Spitting his name out like a curse, you looked up briefly to meet his eye, “And if you piss me off, I just may hide a dick in the design.”

Wakasa paled.

Shinichiro awkwardly waved, and you smiled, taking a couple of steps to plant a chaste peck on his lips.

“Sorry for not calling, I was super busy.” Smiling into the kiss, you pulled back, cutely tilting your head in apology.

Shin threw Wakasa a victorious look.

“It’s okay.” Shinichiro grinned, making a mental note to tell his siblings where to stick it.

“I do not want to get a tattoo done by you.” Almost snarling, Wakasa got into your face.

“Yeah? Tough fucking shit, unless you want to lose the deposit.” Shrugging, you pointed to the couch and a small coffee table in the corner of the room.

You all but passively aggressively threw the designs into Wakasa’s face, arms crossed and fingers tapping your elbow impatiently as you waited on him to flip through the designs and pick.

Shinichiro stared at the drawings in awe, looking at you with his eyes wide.

“You drew that? Y/n, this is amazing!”

A small smile formed on your face.

Finally, Wakasa picked a design, and as you left to get the stencil ready, Wakasa sent Shin a dark look.

“Your bitch is pissing me off.”

“Stop calling her a bitch, Waka.”

“Fuck off.”

Shinichiro went to open his mouth and bite back a reply just as you appeared, holding the full stencil.

“We won’t be able to do the whole tattoo today, it will take six to eight 5 hour sessions but I will put the stencil as a whole, just so we can see how it’d move and if you’ll like it. Strip.”

Wakasa did as told, frowning as he took off his shirt.

Upon deciding on the placement, amount of sessions and price, you told Wakasa to lie down on the table as you prepared the machine.

Shinichiro dragged a chair to the table, softly taking Wakasa’s hand into his as the man shivered in anticipation.

You merely raised an eyebrow at the display of affection, but said nothing.

“This will hurt, we’re starting over your shoulder blade, bones hurt quite a bit. If you need a break, even just for a couple of seconds, let me know.” Staring pointedly at Wakasa, you waited until he nodded, his grip on Shinichiro’s hand tightening.

And if he let out a small scream when you first put the needle to his skin, who will have to know?

Everyone.

Everyone because Shinichiro will make sure to tell them that Wakasa Imaushi is a little bitch.

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a/n: deadass posting this in middle of my seminar class, i’ve been in uni since 8 a.m. and now it’s 5 p.m., my phone is on 6%, send help 🥲

also, for context

tora before the haircut:

beautiful baby boy

tora after the haircut:

a vaguely cute clown

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dimonds456 · 2 years

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One Hell of a Dream (DLC Analysis)

!!SPOILERS!! Block the tag if you haven't!

So, in the new DLC, there is a secret boss. We don't really know anything about it, just that it has lots- and I mean LOTS- of implications. You find it by doing a randomized puzzle and then falling asleep, taking you to a dream.

We know it's a dream because A) we just fell asleep, and B) the soundtrack backs this up. The track that plays during this fight is called "One Hell of a Dream."

I want to take some time to talk about the significance of this little segment here.

Before that, though, I want to point out a few things.

- Cuphead can only face towards the Devil

- Devs and the Angel swap sides depending on which way he's facing

- The stopmotion skeleton in the background

- The night sky behind that

- The swirly clouds Cuphead is standing on

If you haven't seen this boss yet, here's a no commentary fight.

Now, on to the good stuff.

Also, as a short summary of this essay, have a meme.

K let's get into it.

So, for those of you who have watched The Cuphead Show (no S2/S1B spoilers here!), we all know how Episode 8 started. Normal day at the Cup household, Kettle's making pancakes, we're wondering if there was an upload mistake when suddenly

My friend @joyflameball and I have been going on for a while about the depth of this show, and this is the scene that really tipped us off to begin with. As Alan Seawright of CInema Therapy once said, "nightmares are a cinematic shorthand for trauma."

The same is true here. In this boss, it's heavily implied it's a dream, or more accurately, a nightmare. Just like we see in the show. However, this one takes place after we had already beaten the Devil, and have been thanked and given money for it. So, what's the deal?

Well, even if the danger is gone, that doesn't mean you forget. You remember.

Cuphead still dreams of the Devil, even if he beat good ol' Scratch's behind 7 ways to Sunday. He's scary, and Cups sold his and his brother's souls to him. That doesn't just go away.

Look at the Angel. Notice the horns, nose, eyes, and fur, plus the fact that he turns into the Devil when you look at him. The fact that he and Devs flap their wings in sync. That angel is the Devil. That's Lucifer, just from before he was booted out of Heaven.

To further solidify this, the skeleton in the background is the Devil's skeleton. Notice the long horns and wide eye sockets. The skeleton is overseeing this because that's who he really is, fuzzy exterior aside. He may look different, but he's always been the same.

Now, as a non-believer, not-a-Christian, this tells me two things.

If you look, Cuphead is still getting attacked from behind. The Angel still produces attacks, they just don't hurt you unless you look at him. So, that tells me paranoia. If Cuphead does turn around to look, then the attacks hit him. If he doesn't, then the ghost of those attacks still phase through.

It's like feeling imaginary bugs crawling on you. Nothing's there, but you feel like there is.

Before I go further, here are two lists of trauma symptoms. There's one point per list I want to draw attention to; in the first "Anxiety," and in the second, "Nightmares."

That's both of what we're seeing here.

The second thing I see here is... well. A lot.

Have the screenshot again. I'd like to draw attention to another point: Guilt.

Imagine you have a brother, or picture your sibling. You both go do something you know you shouldn't, and you decide to put the both of you in danger. Your sibling says that maybe it's time to go, but you instead make it worse and nearly get both of you killed.

Now, what would you be feeling? Your sibling didn't want to be there, and you made it worse for the both of you. Or, you knew not to go and you id anyway. Either way, you'd be feeling guilty, right?

Well, something that goes hand in hand with guilt is self-evaluation, and often, self-loathing. You suddenly feel like you don't deserve X, Y, and/or Z.

Now, back to the screenshot.

Why is Lucifer there? It would make sense for Cuphead to be dreaming about Devs, but... Lucifer? And what about the clouds and the starry sky?

Well, the night sky is up, right? Above us. What else is up?

Heaven.

Now, the clouds with the evil green glow make more sense. This is Cuphead dreaming about Heaven. Or, some equivalent.

Now, notice the spikes at the bottom. Those could be the mountainous Underworld, as it's often depicted like a cave in these kinds of cartoons. The stalagmites reach upward. I think that's what we're seeing here.

This is a battle between Heaven and Hell.

Now, apply that to Cuphead. Why would he be dreaming about this? Well, apply the guilt aspect, and suddenly this just got really sad.

Cuphead is debating whether or not he's a good person, ie. whether or not he'll go to Heaven when he dies.

That's why he can only face towards the Devil. He has to face his inner demons and destroy them on a mental level, too, in order to overcome that trauma. And even then, those scars don't just magically disappear.

This is further evidenced by the Relic.

As soon as you win that fight, the ghost nearby says this:

"Despises bravery"?

Now, this thing basically turns on Hardcore mode. You have 1 HP and all your weapons and charms switch and randomize during fights. Basically, you have to no-hit bosses while having very little control.

The relic was awoken by Cuphead beating Devs in his dream- being brave. And, if you complete boss fights with the relic, it gains more eyelashes until it turns into the Divine Relic, which basically gives you a 3rd weapons slot from what I hear.

It's the reward for facing your fears. Your trauma.

Now, wrapping this all up, I just want to commemorate the DLC and how much it adds to the world and the characters. They didn't have to put in this last bit, but they did, and now we know more about Cuphead's mental state because of it.

Also, buddy, I think you're less than 13 you should be fine lol. Isn't that a free pass? idk. (again, non-believer, not-a-Christian.)

That's all for that. Thanks for reading.

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TAKE ME TO CHURCH.

pairings — shiba taiju x fem!reader.

warnings — NSFW SO MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DON'T INTERACT, spoilers of tokyo revengers chapter 260, soft s*x, fing*ring, yn has catholic parents, h*resies, tummy b*lge, size k*nk, use of the term princess and kitten, finger s*cking, fwb dynamic, a little bit of angst.

word count — 2k

notes — this happened bc im home bc of covid and because taiju was so dawn fine on this chapter. this is not fair to me and my poor heart. also shoutout to @1900-aria my beautiful twin who heard me simping for taiju all day.

you’ve been friends with the shiba siblings for three years, but you never saw taiju as beaten up as he was. not even when his gang was overthrown by toman on christmas night — that day, he was more emotionally wounded than physically. that time, you didn’t know what to do, only hugging him when he climbed up your window and jumped on your bed as if he weighed nothing. you two weren’t even in a relationship — and you still didn’t know if you were — and you were afraid to touch him, treating him as a wounded dog.

in some sort of way, he was.

so, that night, you just hugged him until he fell asleep on top of you. taiju didn’t want treatment for the few injuries he had, and you were an inexperienced teenager — the only thing you could do was keep his head against your chest and let him show a bit of vulnerability to you. at morning, he left your house as if nothing happened, leaving your heart heavy and clouded with bad emotions, only to have hope revived inside of it when he returned at midnight, that time holding you against his chest.

and so the cycle began.

now, however, taiju sat quietly on your bed, his uniform’s shirt long discarded — you were sure he left it at the train tracks, but he said he lost it on the “way” to your house — legs opened to accommodate you between his strong thighs. your small hand was holding his jaw, to angle his head so it would be easier to clean his bruises, the other holding a piece of cloth with antiseptic to make sure he wouldn’t need to visit a hospital. you couldn’t help but notice how more lively he seemed, how happier he looked in contrast to the first day he climbed up to your room.

you were quiet now, basking in the comfortable silence that was instilled between you two, but you managed to extract from him what happened — he fought with two legendary members of the black dragons and he won, and toman won over kanto manji and detroned sano manjiro. you couldn’t care less about gang life, but if it made taiju happy, you were happy hanagaki takemichi won. you still laughed thinking about him, remembering the crush yuzuha had on the boy after the christmas’ incident — but what happened that day was what brought you and taiju closer, so you had to thank the boy, probably.

“why the smile, princess?” you hated how his words had such an affect on your body, shivers running down your spine and a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“just admiring my handwork.” it wasn’t a total lie. you were trying to see if there weren't any spots that you left unattained, or if he had more bruises than you thought — but you were also admiring him, because you never saw taiju as bloody or beaten as he was. if he won against legends, did that mean he was a legend too? maybe he could put that on his resume to find a job. “i think you’re all cleaned up, big guy.” knowing taiju since childhood had its perkys, such as calling him nicknames and not being chastised by it — and he only hummed, eyes hooded with something you couldn’t comprehend.

you were used to the routine of cleaning him up. after you were finished, taiju would let you go so you could discard properly the cotton clothes and store again the antiseptic in your bathroom, then you would find laying down on your bed and you would cuddle with him until he woke up, his warmth in your sheets the only proof that he had spent the night with him.

however, this time, his hands found their place on your hips, bringing your body impossible closer to his, his body warmth and scent making you dizzy. to not fall onto his body, your fingers grabbed his shoulders so you could steady yourself after the initial shock of having such a routine disturbed.

no words were exchanged between you two, only taiju’s lips crashing up on yours, and you knew — it was his way to show vulnerability. something must’ve happened on the train tracks for him to feel this way, for him to want something that happened only when both of you were needy or sad. sex with taiju was never laced with love as you thought it would be. for a devoted catholic like himself, you thought he would be guarding himself until marriage — but he always sought you off when he needed to relieve himself, as you did with him.

it wasn’t a healthy relationship. you two weren’t just friends anymore, but you weren’t also lovers, even though he always whispered sweet nothing in your ear while his cock was splitting you open. nothing he said was true, and even though your heart shattered every time you woke up with bruises along your body and his cum between your legs, you couldn’t stop yourself.

taiju was addictive, almost as if he was your salvation, the only thing that could save you from the gray and dull adult life, and you would gladly fall to your knees to get it.

still with your lips glued to his, you pushed taiju until his back hit your mattress and you were straddling him, clothed pussy on top of his semi hard cock. a hiss escaped his lips, and you smirked, leaning down to pamper his face and neck his kisses, while his hands, that once were on your hips, grabbed the flesh of your ass to make friction between your clothed sexes.

you never saw him being so vocal during intimate times, but you weren’t complaining. the grunts and huffs coming from his mouth only prompted you to rub yourself harder against him, core tightening and orgasm building up inside you, while your lips were sucking and biting in the flesh of his neck. however, as you felt in the brick of ecstasy, your positions were inverted — you were now on your back, taiju between your legs and a dangerous look on his face.

“you had your fun, princess, now it is my time.” as soon as the words left his mouth, your pajama’s shorts and panties were ripped from your body, eliciting a moan from coming out of your mouth. you were always surprised with taiju’s strength, and you knew a new pair of pajamas and a new set of comfortable lingerie would be delivered to your house tomorrow. he could rip as many pieces of cloth he wanted with you.

you opened your mouth to accommodate two fingers of his, sucking and wetting them with your saliva, a faint line of the juice connecting you to his hand when taiju deemed his fingers wet enough to enter your pussy. he did it without warning, cock twitching at the sound that left your mouth. you were like a siren, making him wanting to jump in a sea full of monsters only to be close to you — but would you be accepting of his love like that? would you let your light be tainted with his darkness?

but such thoughts were ripped from his mind as soon as your little fingers pushed his head against your pussy, fingers already massaging your gummy walls, and he understood what you wanted. his tongue started to encircle your puffy clit, sucking and applying pressure on the bundle of nerves, your sounds being muffled by your mouth — your parents were sleeping in a few rooms down where you were, and if they knew their little and perfect daughter was being corrupted by a man they deemed to be of god, you were sure they would make sure your life was a living hell.

yet a loud whimper left your mouth when your high crashed down, and taiju chuckled — you were a minx, weren’t you? almost as if you were eve and he was adam, but your body was the apple instead. but he was willing to betray god or deny him as much as he could so he could have you between his arms.

he didn’t give you much time to recompose yourself before his belt was hitting the ground and his cock was entering your warm walls. taiju stayed a few minutes still, wanting you to adjust to his length inside you — he knew how big he was, and god forbid him from hurting you. he wanted you to feel as good as he felt inside you, but his patience was growing thin seeing the outline of his dick in your belly. you were still with your eyes closed, but taiju knew you could feel it too, and not only from his hand pressing down on it.

before he could say something, though, your little whimpers broke the silence.

“t-tai, please, move.” you pleaded, eyes now full open and hand gripping his fingers. he only nodded — he did anything for you.

he started to thrust in and out of you, careful to not make any sounds that would alarm your parents a sinful act was happening inside your room. but the sound of his skin slapping against yours was addicting to him, as well as the way your pussy was welcoming his length. a loud moan came from your mouth and he smirked. “are you feeling good, princess?” it was a rhetorical question and taiju knew it, but he wanted the words coming from your mouth.

you didn’t hesitate to answer. “yes! oh god, you’re so big and you’re m-making me feel so f-full!” he didn’t care about the pain on his chest or how tired he felt after the fight, not when you were whispering such words to him. taiju knew he needed to make you his right now — or else someday you would slip between his fingers like the sand castles from his siblings he used to smash when they were little.

“i do?” his smirk only grew wider at your nods and whimpers. “then tell me this pussy belongs to me. that you belong to me.” you knew he was closer by the erranct pace of his hips, and by the way his thumb messily rubbed your clit — but your mind was so clouded with only him that you couldn’t comprehend his words properly.

“i’m yours, i’ve always been yours! just like you’re mine.” you almost growled, nails scratching his back as if you were a cat trying to mark her owner to make everyone know he was out of limits. because he was, and taiju knew that too — but he was a coward to not say that out loud.

he paused, and you whimpered, big hand cupping your cheek. you would be the death of him, nuzzling your face on his hand like it was a warm blanket. “is my kitten being territorial?” you pouted, which earned from him a chuckle and you gripped his forearms, bringing his body closer to yours. “i’m all yours, y/n, you don’t need to worry.” he finished his promise with a peck on your lips.

you could only nod, eyes rolling back when he started to toy with your clit once more and his thrusts grew faster and deeper, and you swore you could feel him in your throat. you came around his cock as soon as he pinched your puffy and swollen bud, tears falling from your eyes and chest rising and falling because of how fast your breathing was. taiju followed you, filling you to the brim with his cum, head falling on your chest.

your hands were in his hair and he sighed, still inside you. but your heart was heavy after you processed his words — was he saying the truth? did he really mean what he said, that you belonged to him and him to you? did he even believe what you were saying or did he think it was just mindless babbling?

“i love you.” he whispered against the skin of your clavicule, sucking on it to mark you as well — but he already ruined you to any other man that wasn’t himself, your pussy molded to the outline of his cock.

you smiled.

“i love you too, taiju.”

maybe you didn’t need to worry, after all. he was yours as you were his. always had been.

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incorrect-jojolands-quotes · 6 months

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i have some theories for jojolands

This is in regards to Dragona Joestar and how they might become the main antagonist.

I came up with a few scenarios, some of which can be combined together, as to how Dragona would end up going against their brother.

Dragona becomes a villain to enact revenge against Jodio. Jodio does something that harms Dragona or goes so far with something that Dragona wants revenge against their own brother. It could be that Jodio had a justified reason for his actions but Dragona refuses to accept it, or maybe Jodio was framed for his actions, but nothing can convince Dragona to believe their brother's truth. Regardless, the two siblings have a fallout over this, and Dragona probably convinces the rest of the gang to turn against Jodio or leaves the group to spend the series sending enemies to Jodio before finally facing him. Maybe, we find out how influential Dragona really was in the crime world and how they use it to their advantage against Jodio. In this scenario, Dragona sees Jodio as someone who must be punished and killed for what he did, whether he even did it or not, and either never knows the truth or knows the truth too late. This feels like the most obvious, easiest ending that could result in an expected fight between family members given what we know about the siblings.

Dragona becomes a villan by trying to save the world from Jodio. Whether it be that Jodio's actions become harder to justify or Dragona ends up being manipulated or brainwashed by someone else during the series, they see that their brother is purely evil and cannot be saved or changed with just love or reasoning. Selflessly and possibly through an epiphany, they feel obligated to apprehend their sibling for the good of the world, maybe feeling regret that they were unable to prevent it from the start, and now need to stop Jodio at all cost. This ending doesn't need to be driven by revenge but it could be a contributing factor that led to the ultimate fight. Dragona ends up dying but thinking they were doing the right thing the whole time and never realizing they caused more harm than good in the end. Maybe, they thought they succeeded in turning Jodio into a good person and dies believing they succeeded. Whether Jodio forgives them for never realizing the truth is up to interpretation.

Dragona becomes a villain because they simply snapped and self destructs. Compared to Jodio, Dragona seems to be the most cautious and, as an older sibling to a psychopath, spent their childhood being expected to be the responsible older one and dealing with Jodio's behavior. They are the older sibling trying to keep everyone in line. Dragona spent years pleasing people, keeping out of trouble, and taking accountability for Jodio and others in situations where someone should have taken their own accountability instead. Years of enduring this life can cause anyone to eventually break. Once they snapped, we get to see a more deranged, insane version of Dragona that is different from what they used to be: more unpredictable, risky, sadistic possibly, and unstoppable. Jodio is no longer a brother but instead a competition, a pest that needs to be beaten and destroyed at all costs. What the siblings are competing could be one or many things: money, a parent's approval, a reputation, etc. In this scenario, Dragona takes more of a Dio role and Jodio probably becomes more like Jonathan instead.

Dragona dies but their clone is created and becomes a villain instead. Based on an observation with The MATTEKUSASAI; no clone of the Stand has been perfect or an exact copy if you think about it. Dragona dies halfway through the story in this case but is then "ressurected" as a clone. Whether this was Usagi's intention or a flaw that simply could not be controlled, this new version of Dragona is mentally altered to consider Jodio as an enemy meant to be betrayed and destroyed rather than an ally that was their brother. Maybe, they are an exact replica that simply showed Dragona's true intentions hidden underneath their predecessor's persona. Maybe, they are reprogrammed to destroy Jodio at all cost. Alternatively, the clone could have been made against Dragona's will, possibly a zombie that still has Dragona's consciousness begging to rest in peace, and Jodio needs to end the clone's life; in that case, the clone might become an enemy by simply wanting to exist as their own and fight for that chance at living.

Dragona has always been the villain and Jodio is the real victim. Note that the story has been mostly through Jodio's eyes and he seems to think highly of Dragona. But, it brings a possibility that Dragona isn't who we think they ate. In this scenario, we learn that Jodio's ASPD diagnosis was switched with Dragona's diagnosis, either accidentally or intentionally, which would explain why the results seem sketchy for a 15-year-old but not if Dragona took the test at 18 and the results switched. Dragona is revealed to be the real psychopath with ASPD who is capable of hiding their true emotions and manipulating others while appearing to be the "sane" one in comparison- us readers won't pick it up until it is too late. Dragona secretly spent years making Jodio feel bad because of his supposed issues and this was actually the long game for Dragona to pursue "the mechanisms" for themselves. Jodio is the one abused by a psychopathic sibling instead and is torn between loving Dragona or letting them go. Even after the end of the series and knowing the truth, guilt is inevitable but Jodio may be able to find his peace after surviving.

One of the things I noticed with Dragona is how similar they are to Jonathan in a sense that both are the older of the siblings and both have some sort of code-of-conduct they follow; Jonathan aspires to be a "gentleman" and Dragona apprehends their teammates when they do certain actions like steal from Iko Iko or Rohan's house. Jonathan particularly ceases all good faith towards those he deems irredeemable or pure evil; who knows if Dragona has a similar philosophy as well and Jodio doesn't become an exception.

Anyways, having Dragona as a villain would really be a game-changer, as it goes against the sort of family-bond theme that the Joestars have but does call back to how the feud between Jonathan and Dio led to the events up to part 6 .

#the jojolands #jjba #jojo part 9 #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 9 #jojolands #jjba jojolands #jodio joestar #dragona joestar #jojolands predictions #predictions #jojolands headcanons #jojo headcanons #what do y'all think?

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altermay · 6 months

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Tw/ transphobia, discussions of dysphoria, brief mention of suicide, descriptions of child abuse

Getting unbearable. Feeling sick. Started working to afford hormones only to find out the service that is most accessible to me (plume) doesnt offer T in alabama anymore due to changing laws. Fuck all these stupid politicians putting their noses in others lives.

Thought people at work wouldnt make a super huge deal, as I was selective with who I told, so i thought maybe I could hold out a bit longer and at least i wouldnt have to feel so dysphoric all the time, since all my coworkers knew me as Monte. But then instead of my name, people who would usually call anyone else by their name started calling me “Miss” and “maam”

Even the ones I had come out to, and even the ones who told me they were accepting.

Whatever, im from a small rural area, so transphobia is not new to me, what is new to me, however, is being openly trans in an unfamilliar environment. I thought I could start T quickly and maybe people would ever forget that im trans in the first place, but now its been so long.

Some people call me He, and use the right pronouns, but increasingly lately Ive received a myriad of transphobia.

Being called tranny loudly while my coworker kicks my broom as I try to sweep (kicking hard enough for the broom to almost leave my hands and hit another person behind me) , Getting called “it” behind my back. Stuff like this is becoming more common.

The two coworkers who called me it, have been spreading lies about my work performance these past five days, Ive been told my three different people that every time I leave to go do something they start talking badly of me. So I got to my breaking point, at this point it had nothing to do with the pronouns, I was just upset that two forty+ year old adults were purposefully making my job harder to do while I was also struggling with a ton of other stuff (ptsd, seasonal depression, a family members recent suicide) and so I couldnt stop crying.

Despite this situation having nothing to do with me being trans, they are now trying to spread the narrative that Im just being sensitive because they were misgendering me while they were borderline bullying me.

If I was not trans, people would take me seriously on these issues. But now, because I am upset, suddenly Im just a stereotype. A sensitive trans person who is offended because someone used the wrong pronouns a few times.

I will be one to say, I do not give a SHIT about my pronouns. Ive been called the wrong ones my whole life by a majority of people. That was never the issue. But because Im trans, that is the only issue people can perceive for me to have. The ONE issue I had with them regarding my pronouns was them calling me “it” and thats not because its the wrong pronoun, thats because its DEHUMANIZING.

But now I have other coworkers who know NOTHING about the situation saying shit like “well if she claims shes a man maybe she should suck it up” “well if she wants to be seen as a man maybe she shpuld cut her hair”

Fuck you. How about YOU get beaten for 17 years, YOU watch your siblings get beaten near to death for 17 years. YOU have flashbacks of things you dont understand all day every day and we will see how fucking well youre able to “suck it up” you are WEAK. YOU ARE ALL WEAK. And you dont know what its like to be me. My mother tried to kill me. My mother almost killed my sister, I was neglected, never went to a doctor, and I STILL dont know how to take care of myself. And I still havent recovered all of the memories.

Ive had SHORT HAIR ive had LONG HAIR Ive had a MOHAWK, ive had a BUZZCUT ive been BALD. And people STILL fucking saw me as a woman. Im tired of conforming to this bullshit just so people can treat me the same as they always do

Fun fact though, since Ive had long hair Ive been gendered correctly by strangers MORE than I have with ANY OTHER HAIR STYLE.

These stupid fucking transphobes and their stupid fucking stereotypes im so fucking sick of it all. And corporate wont do anything about it, Im sure of this.

Why is it so hard for me to just live my fucking life.

Im so sick of it all

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 1 year

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Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 5]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint). We cry like men in this house because we’ve learned (slightly) better coping mechanisms almost a year after Order 66 in this AU!! Mentions of medical stitches and paraphernalia. Writing love letters is tricky business. Fluff. Angst. Pining/Hunter having a slight panic attack if you squint. Mostly Star Wars swearing. Use of Mando'a. Occasionally jumping character-focus with no show of Medic!Reader since she’s gone home for the night, so it’s “Oops! All Batchers” Hours with passing mentions of Medic!Reader.

As this bantha has been beaten to death by now, “RIFE with my headcanons” really applies here in this chapter: Lots of my headcanons about unofficial “Clone Culture” on Kamino are gonna show up briefly (one line is suggestive of masturbation and another is suggestive of toxic masculinity standards). Tryin’ real hard to avoid certain fanon characterizations of the Batchers. Intentional and unintentional trickery; only 50% of these siblings are getting any decent sleep tonight. Maybe grab some tissues?

Word-count: 5,022

Echo's told me that Wrecker's told you that I-

No, this was just going to get messy and long-winded if he dragged his vode into it on how he found out into his fifth draft... Erase.

Guess I should cut the chatter: I've been made aware that you now have an idea of how I feel about you when I was under medical observa-

On second thought, that wasn't necessary to bring up, the medic would know the "when". Erase.

-of how I feel about you. Echo encouraged me to tell you the full truth myself. So that's what this letter is meant to do, [____]. It'll be easier to lay down a foundation for a later conversation in a letter first… if that's what you want.

He gingerly eased his back up higher along the headboard of the bed with a tray of salted crackers in his lap and tried thinking back to the results from the Holonet while everyone else had dinner at the time, earlier in the evening. Something about removing the pressure being asked to have a verbal conversation with someone by proposing the option to find an alternative method of communication if desired… Tech had been pretty thorough in finding several wordy, but helpful articles. Pretty quick to find them as well, come to think of it.

If not, then maybe we can communicate this way for the time being. I'll leave that up to you. But it's important that-

Crosshair or Tech had interrupted his train of thought as he deliberately typed out each word. "Hunter; I don't hear you eating."

"Not hungry, vod."

"You're going to remain in a state of nausea even with the anti-emetic tablets if you do not eat anything while you are taking the medicine that was prescribed to you as per the warnings on the label." Crosshair didn't talk like that. Only one brother it could possibly be.

"Just come in, Tech…" The goggled Clone entered the room quickly, an assortment of items in a crate under one arm. Things [____] left with them from her medbag to pad out the Batch's medical arsenal until the shops opened in the morning. Snap-activated cold packs. A new temp reader. Gauze and bacta. "I brought a few nutrient paste tubes with me to leave them by your bedside in case you woke up in the middle of the night; no mess and nothing to chew. Well come to think of it, perhaps the reason you haven't and don't feel like eating is a sore jaw after all the… No matter. Here."

Tech offered Hunter one of the more palatable flavors of nutrient paste, and he quickly realized that as Tech held this one out to him (the way he'd seen several Regs pass back General Skywalker's lightsaber to him after another of his infamous shenanigans), all of the tubes were the most palatable flavors to Hunter.

Hunter's exclusive line of nutrient products! Omega joked once. Tech had been teaching her what he knew of the various manufacturers that produced these types of rations while they were deep in hyperspace to keep her occupied. Crosshair, who had been a royal grouch after lying in the mud banks for hours in wait for their quarry to acquire some credits, could be heard chuckling in his rack at Omega's joke (and didn't deny doing so when Echo dared to tease him). That'd been the mission that made the Marauder's exterior hull muddy and the eventual reason they'd hosed it down with [____]'s help after being splashed with the hose when Wrecker had become distracted by the rare bird.

"Thanks, Tech…"

"You're welcome. I'll put these away." Tech swept up the tray with untouched crackers after Hunter moved it to his bedside, and was ready to slip out of the room before he was stopped. "Uh, wait. I'd like your help with something because I trust you won't tell anyone."

"Except, if it was your stitching, I would tell [____]. That was a promise earlier, if you recall; not a threat." Tech reminded him, careful to keep his cadence neutral and gentle. Hunter reluctantly, hesitantly gave his word that he would reach out to the good doctor, or Tech so he could, if anything happened to his stitches before she stepped out into the street and went home for the night, one of Crosshair's many pistols tucked into her waistband as a compromise when she insisted she'd get home just fine without an escort. (She'd first have to stop by her clinic and finally close down the building, anyways; she didn't think it would take long enough to warrant the company and insisted that everyone stay home.) "And since you do not appear to have torn any, I would hypothesize it has to do with more research." Tech concluded, eyes darting over every un-inked inch of the gauze on Hunter's shoulder longest.

Together, before the grown woman went home, Omega and [____] had added one doodle each to the medical wrap with the fabric marker. Omega's was a big butterfly to sit on top of an exotic flower from Kashyyyk drawn by the medic. A perfect, complementing addition, even if the species wasn't native to the homeworld of the Wookies; a fact his sister realized too late, but decided that she'd ignore the matter of accuracy in the end. It mattered far more than Hunter had sat still as stone with his eyes closed so sister and friend could surprise him with the collaboration, and had warned both they'd have to wave off the nearest art exhibits soon enough with a teasing tone but sincere smile. That he was honored to wear the artwork.

Tech had already taken several pictures of the joint-effort "doodle" for the days to come that someone inevitably dreamed of the day's dreadful "what if we lost Hunter?" experience as a happier reminder.

We didn't lose him, and here's the proof.

Hunter sighed after the long silence between them, rousing from his thoughts at last. "Partly. Do you have your datapad?" Of course Tech would, they both knew that. Hunter gestured to his own equipment, sighing. "It would make this go a lot faster if I had some help figuring out how to write this karking thing. I've tried writing about five different versions and I swear each one sucks more than the last. I don't know what to say."

Tech blinked, quietly puzzling out some thoughts before speaking. "You're writing a romantic confession."

Got it in one, as usual. It was hardly surprising to Hunter anymore, just a comfort to know that Tech often had him figured out so well in times like these. "Yes… But," he paused, considering, "I may want a proof-reader, secondary to the company and help." Maybe if Tech was simply just there with him for the most part, Hunter could stall less if he had someone to find the right answers for the best possible outcome. He would tell [____] the truth about how he felt, and how he could be rather avoidant at times when he was uncomfortable, and just hope for the best. There was a chance she may not return the same feelings or the desire to remain friends should she not after such a serious declaration was laid bare to her.

Hunter didn't believe she would cut their friendship over that, but it was a real possibility he had to keep in mind. Something like that wouldn't be enough to stop her just because she got along with all of the Batch fairly equally. She was personable and nurturing, she had found the perfect profession for her out in the galaxy. She would always have some place to help, someone who needed her, somewhere to go and do the grisly work that came with the occupation…

She… would always make new friends if a confession was not reciprocated and he made her so uncomfortable she... She…

"Stars, Hunter… you're in quite deep for her, aren't you." The half-question hung heavy on his shoulders, feeling the weight of it around his neck, and the warmth of his brother's hand as it carefully clasped his upper arm once he'd joined Hunter on the bed. His eyes burned with the threat of tears in the anxious silence before Tech's tender gesture of comfort. "K'uur… take a deep breath, now. I'll just take the nutrient paste and set it here for the time being so it doesn't burst open. You're going to be alright, brother."

A promise, a reassurance, a mantra. The "analytical babbling" would be inappropriate to offer Hunter right now when he just needed the silence, but not the solace, to take as long as he needed to cry for perhaps the first in a very long time since they were… cadets. Tech just silently sucked in his teeth and surmised his brother was still so overwhelmed and out of sorts after the ordeal of raiding a prisoner transport ship with Captain Rex went terribly wrong. The bomb that had gone off when Hunter got in-range was not one of their own, and the injuries… Tech didn't want to make mental comparisons to the gory detonation injuries he witnessed in other soldiers of the GAR, when there had been such a thing. Now it was the Imperial-something.

Stop. Run a mental checklist.

Modified Omicron-class attack shuttle. The Havoc Marauder. He needs to pay for the docking fee in the morning. More urgent than that, make sure that Hunter gets sleep tonight using one and a half of the sleep inducers at minimum. More urgent than that still, by the time Hunter was settled, help him with the fifth draft to give him some peace of mind. Just a few minutes would probably suffice as Hunter would have been thoroughly spent… using energy he didn't have. Oh he'd be an exhausted shell in the morning, strictly prohibited from using adrenaline stims by [_____]. Smart woman. It would force him to rest.

Let's have a peek at his datapad.

The first draft had strong undercurrents of typical Clone psychobabble that standard, nat-born citizens of the galaxy found… concerning. But there was a good snippet in there about a quarter of the way in about explaining his enhancements (and Tech paused to memorize his brother's words regarding him) before copying this selection into the bottom of the fifth draft that would probably prove helpful to their friend. The second and third were almost nothing but poetry and half-formed thoughts. With some careful sentence surgery, Tech could tell Hunter was now watching as he forged his brother's style of wordsmithy impeccably.

"I've been practicing." Tech admitted softly, mindful of how close the shell of Hunter's ear was to his face. "It's a long story for another time. Here," He reached out beside him to the bedside furniture and plucked the tube of nutrient paste off the immaculate surface before carefully tearing away the perforated edge with his teeth to open it for his brother.

Hunter was tiring fast, curling in on himself, into Tech's side, with the fatigue, but he should have at least half of the tube before he succumbed to the inevitable crash. "Just half of this will be enough for now. Stop me if at any time you want me to splice the sentence differently." Hunter's head was now planted under Tech's chin, cheek resting on his chest as he nurses the ration.

Tech could work through however initially uncomfortable this was for him for however long it took. With obvious exception of Wrecker among their tight knit squad, he didn't typically consider himself or his brothers to be especially strong in the love language of touch like this. Like children. Not anymore. With acceleration in age and growth and the desired obedience for an army of their scale, they don't exactly get the childhood a nat-born has. Growth jars, training, blasterfire. That was their "childhood". He was grateful for his ability to stay calm when faced with these emotions, otherwise a rocketing heartbeat would have tipped off Hunter and interrupted his peace. To soothe himself, Tech habitually resituated his goggles, and for good measure, adjusted the crisp new bandana Hunter had donned since losing the other with a feather-light touch. Hunter bristled, uninjured shoulder curling to his ears.

"K'uur… easy, Hunter." It sounded like a mumbled apology under Hunter's breath before another stripe of nutri-paste was applied to his tongue and the gradual droop of his good shoulder. "Don't be: I should have warned you. My apologies. Now… let's see what this fourth draft holds." Stars, it was rife with material. Perhaps even some of his best, in the sense of great emotional appeal. Why Hunter loved [____]. The trust, the respect, and… the guilt. Shame. Guilty of fearing the clinic and the shattered cross that indicated healers. Feeling shameful for not being explicit in his words and using those 'I trust you, burc'ya' or 'I have a great amount of respect for you despite my discomfort with the profession' phrases; or the other ways he'd thought of thanking her for helping him and his family at every odd hour they came to her and never did and felt guilty for it phrases.

He'd read it over later, realizing that when he had used the hand previously around Hunter's shoulder to adjust his goggles and brother's bandana, he'd never removed that hand from the top of Hunter's head and had mindlessly been stroking the first two fingers through richly textured hair. (If he drifted his middle finger just a bit lower than it was now, he'd find the soft ridge of the scar from the process of removing their inhibitor chips.) He'd sent Hunter to sleep without the drugs, feeling the start of the sleeping 14-breath cycle typical to him against Tech's own body.

Tech supposed he'd be kept in place with a sleep-adhered brother for some time now, and picked up his own datapad once Hunter's tube of nutrient paste (seventy-five percent consumed, he noted) was plucked from sleeping fingers and his drafts backed up and individually saved. He wanted to look over the schematics of the transport ship he'd nabbed in the meantime until he felt it was the right time to wiggle out of this arrangement and leave his brother to sleep. Might as well. Leave too early, before he reached deep sleep, and he may inadvertently wake Hunter.

Tell Hunter now while he was largely undistracted and turning on the amber-toned screen setting so he could study those schematics. "Sleep well, ner vod."

May he stay asleep…

Tech had gone to check on Hunter nearly two hours ago. Crosshair had no illusions that after fifteen minutes, Tech was not likely coming back to finish their game of Sabacc, so he'd grabbed his weapons kit and taken to tending to his 773 Firepuncher. There wasn't much to clean, as usual, but it killed some time just in the event Tech might be coming back and excused himself for being a while and rejoined him.

Maybe he'd just forgotten and gone to bed after he'd tended to Hunter, off in his own galaxy. It was known to happen, no matter. Crosshair would say something in the morning once he was back from paying the docking fees and making a run for more blue milk, once Crosshair scribbled down a note on Tech's notice board.

'Easy to keep track of our necessary supplies and goods as they deplete if we have a centralized location in our housing for writing these things down. It can also serve as our chore rota.' Tech religiously checked it every morning and every night, even when no one had added anything of importance beyond a silly doodle or removal of an item from the running list.

Nerd: Two blue milk along with the med supplies, don't forget. Credits: counter under my helmet. Took care of laundry. - C

That would do it. He'd go check on Hunter, then turn in for the night. Echo turned in earliest of the Batch with his strict early-fall-early-rise sleep regimen, and Omega and Wrecker were bunking together in Omega's room so she could hopefully get distracted enough with Wrecker's help to make falling asleep far easier… so she wouldn't dream about hearing that explosive going off around the corner of the ship and-

Taking care to soften his footsteps down the hall, he gingerly eased the door to Hunter's room open and peered in. Well, looks like he found Tech. And just under the crook of his arm, curled tight like a sick child in a parent's bed, was Hunter, his head planted on Tech's chest. Fast asleep. He'd probably had Tech trapped long enough that he'd fallen asleep upright in Hunter's bed while keeping him company.

Two 'odd-vod' just… cuddling, dare he say.

It was an endearing sight, honestly, if he had to give it a word. Two of his brothers huddled together like groups of worn out cadets in the halls of Kamino after hours spent in the training centers, too tired to make it back to their pod rooms or the mess halls or wherever they had to be yet. Vod looked out for vod. Youngest cadets were always afforded a little more time to do things and older batches of Clones stalled the long-necks as necessary. Creative, believable excuses for the cadet team's tardiness by their "Den Brothers". Encouragement during battle sims. Mock espionage or stealth missions to distract from especially violent surges in the perpetual storm outside the cloning facility. Secret rounds of group trivia during lights-out. Older brothers finding ways to show the mischievous youngsters how to be more subtle, more sneaky, if they were going to view prohibited material for natural urges. A series of rota across the whole of the cloning facility for who would be 'Feeling a little blaster-happy, boys… Think I'll log another hour or two at the artillery range to get it out of my system. Someone buff up my helmet for me, yeah?' and not easily missed or suspect in order to help the cadets refine their skills. Captains and Commanders holding unofficial lessons on the down-low.

Manage your credits smartly.

Listen to me, little brothers… The reason the medics keep taking down your fitness posters in the training centers is because they're trying to look out for you. Those models are dehydrated and on crash diets. Unhealthy. Don't aspire to be like them. They're not taking them down to be cruel, your brothers are just trying to make sure you're healthy. A bit of fat on those bones is good; you shouldn't look a vac-sealed ration.

Yes, the Force really does work in mysterious ways, but sometimes General Skywalker is full of bantha fodder. "A disturbance in the Force" my left ass cheek… sometimes the place just has a bad vibe that has nothing to do with the Force!

Here's what I think we should have done differently to capture the Seppy's outpost in the xxxx system. … Yes I admit I complained about this to General xxxx already but what's done is done.

Vod looked out for vod. Deactivating the bedside lamp bathed the room in total darkness, and with his sharpened sense of sight, the jarring lighting shift was quickly adjusted to with a couple of measured blinks. Crosshair scooped the light blanket Hunter had flung across the room from his bed in an episode of overheating (it had hit the wall he shared with Crosshair) just last week, and draped it over slumbering siblings with a feather-light movement. He picked up Tech's personal datapad and captured an image of the two of them using night vision, being sure to hear that muted klic! of a successful capture before carefully navigating it back to the main HUD and laying it beside Hunter's on the bedside.

Vod looked out for vod. Crosshair, careful to hold his breath as he hinged at the waist, bent forward and loosened the strap of the goggles to lessen the friction of removing them from around Tech's eyes. Setting those neatly on the proper datapad, Cross next straightened up the bandana and tucked away more unruly sections of hair before he would feel the first tugging, instinctual urges to breathe from his lungs.

These two were typically light sleepers after the really bad missions; today was certainly one of 'em. It didn't look like Hunter had needed to take the short-term prescription to induce a night's sleep, so perhaps he was truly that exhausted, and that unwell, still. When [____] would come to return his DC-17 in the morning before she opened her clinic for the day, Cross would decide if he'd tell her not to be surprised about the 'extra' capsule in the canisters when it came time to return them then, or later.

Smart thinking to sign them up to use the clinic's durasteel use-and-return canisters, Tech. No canisters to be found by those snooping around trash collection units in this dodgy spaceport that might use them to make the Imperial Army aware of their location for a large sum of credits.

Vod looked after vod, after all… a mantra he'd eventually come to be grateful for since Kaller. The ordeal of nearly losing Hunter today put a lot into perspective for Crosshair suddenly. Things he'd buried away and compartmentalized for a very vague idea of "another time" that more meant "never. ever."...

No time like the present, he supposed. Cross bid his brothers a whispered goodnight and ducked from Hunter's room, stepping into his own for a moment with the intention to shed half the mock-civvies, change into his nightshirt and plant himself at the foot of his bed to begin contemplating, but he was struck with another thought as his eyes skimmed the calendar tacked to the wall above his tidy desk.

Uh oh. The end of the week may not be the best time in case Hunter's little assignment went sour…

"Echo… Echo!" The ARC was slow to turn over in his bed, trying to figure out what had woken him. Maybe he was just imagining the monolithic, but paradoxically gentle aquatic beast with a gaping maw calling his name as some falsely-concocted feeling it was one of his brothers waking him for… something from his subconscious. "Echo!!" Nope. Not the water creature he was just swimming with in the undertow of an ocean planet. It was Crosshair.

"Oh, stars. What is it now…?" he moaned. He was in the middle of a damn good dream for once in a long time, and all of the Domino Squad had been there, swimming alongside him and this giant of the deep seas. Feeling so fluid and free and… Fives. He'd been dreaming of Fives. Fives wanted to tail this creature with oar-like fins and bioluminescent spots and Echo had yearned to follow Fives. Follow his brother. The other half of the Domino Twins since they lost Droidbait, Cutup and Hevy at the Rishi Moon station when they were all just Shinies.

And the white-hot fury flared and burned in those pale eyes beneath squeezed brows for a moment, a sharp look the sharp-eyed brother wouldn't have missed even in the dim light of the room. Clone Force 99 had long ago learned that they did not wake Echo without good reason when they had downtime and shore leave. Before Crosshair made a carefully calculated statement he was waved to stand down, and against all his impulses, Echo swallowed down that venom and the weary sigh took its place.

"What's wrong with Hunter?" Something had to be wrong. The others had probably tasked Crosshair with waking him so he could get up and either stay with Hunter or go retrieve help. A torn stitch? Was he refusing to take the medicine again? Was he even supposed to take any at this time? "Wh-what time is it?"

Whatever time Crosshair gave him didn't completely register with Echo, but what did was the reassurance that Hunter was fine. "Tech's got Hunter handled; fell asleep on the bed with him- real cute and all, but listen: I'm sorry to wake you, but I need your help with something. About what you said earlier to Hunter."

Echo bit back a yawn and propped himself up on his good elbow just slightly. "What about it…?"

"Why does he need to tell [____] by the end of the week?"

That did nothing to abate the worry or answer his question. What was the marksman getting at? "Look, if I didn't give him a hard deadline, he'll stall-"

Cross balked, interrupting him. "You don't know?"

"Know what?" Echo snapped, sitting up now and carefully peeling back the weighted blanket [____] had gifted him several months ago. (Every bad night he looked at it, he would recall the way Wrecker boomed "It's like a permanent hug?! Tha's awesome!! That'll help Echo so much!" as she explained why she thought the way-too-kind gift would benefit Echo's insomnia and myriad of other nocturnal troubles after a week of bruise-like dark circles under his eyes. He'd been dreaming of Domino Squad: horrible, dark dreams that time that led him to be afraid to sleep, something his immune system could not afford like it once did…)

"That's her birth-day!" came out in a whispered hiss, "So I'm not sure giving him until the end of the week is a good idea!"

[____]'s birth- Oh, no. Kriff kriff kriff! He'd forgotten that!

Seeing that Echo now had the same violent realization he did, Cross gave a jerky, nodding gesture in a silent 'see?!' to his brother. "I think we need to consider another time. Or, you need to help me find a way to scope out how she feels about him before then. If she doesn't feel the same way he painfully does if he's putting what I think he's putting in that little letter of his I saw him writing while he sat out on the game after dinner… it would make for a very uncomfortable rest of the day. We can't do that to the kid on her birth-day, Echo."

They needed to come up with a plan. "No… no we shouldn't, that wouldn't be right." Echo agreed. "Just… give me a minute to collect myself before we start talking, please."

"... Right. Right of course." The younger man with tight gray curls of hair looked so guilty; often interrupted eye contact, curling and uncurling fingers, the tight, shallow inhales.

"I know you're sorry, it's o-"

What was interpreted as an excuse was cut down with a clipped voice. "Don't give me that shit, Echo. You're right to be angry at me. Allowed."

Well, he certainly still was, but the reasoning was different now. "Don't worry, I don't need your permission to be angry, Crosshair. But as I was going to say it's okay, you don't need to let your guilt get the best of you and treat me like kriffing glass." He was a damn ARC, made of sterner stuff that made the little brothers on Kamino look like they met a celebrity from their favorite pieces of holo-media they'd managed to get their hands on. That starstruck glimmer in a cadet's eyes seeing older brothers, decorated and painted war heroes, coming back for a taste of home before their next assignments and campaigns.

Did Crosshair ever look at an older brother, a seasoned soldier, like that when he was a cadet? Or did he regard those men with envy because he didn't think the likes of him would ever get to be like them? Like him, Echo?

A regular Clone cut from the largest damn bolt of cloth the galaxy had ever seen; up until the Citadel, at least.

He knew Crosshair was still looking at him with a lot of guilt as Echo mentally braced himself to get up out of his bed he wasn't terribly fond of, and he wanted to do something about it. Maybe, if he could be convincing enough… he could find a believable excuse to give Crosshair the embrace he felt the brother needed. "Awh! Kriffing hells…" when he was "ready" to get up, he faked the seizing grind in one of the bolts of his right hip. A bolt he knew needed lubricant soon. He grumbled darkly for good measure, playing up the unsteady hobble as he pretended to fail at finding his feet flat underneath him. "Dammit not now!"

Steady hands and strong fingers caught Echo as he anticipated, an arm of the marksman flung around his chest to keep the cybernetic soldier from falling forward and a firm grip on the residual limb of his right arm came around from behind so his scomplink wouldn't smack into anything in the panicked flail. "I've got you, brother." Crosshair was allowed to believe he helped Echo find his footing before Echo slung his good arm around his younger brother and held him close, feigning the pause to gather his nerves. If he was too bold, too impatient, Crosshair would catch on and Echo would lose the opportunity. "Th-thanks."

"Don't mention it." There was no dismissal or downplaying undercurrents to the coolly given reply. It was just Crosshair for of course I'd help, you're welcome that the Bad Batch came to know and understand and move on from without a second thought.

But not after today, and not before they would set a plan in motion together in the dead of night, like old times in the Clone Wars. So the trap was sprung; with both flesh and cybernetic arm, Echo carefully fit his limbs against the warmth of the brother of another squad and only rumbled in a fond and careful voice the words similar to ones he had once spoken to the brother he had been closest to so many times it was forever etched into the fleshy tables of his heart and tongue.

"Heh. Don't think I will. Just doing what any good brother does, Crosshair. Vod looks after vod."

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