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cosmicladyy · 1 year
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🥺👉👈 As someone who is very much a Bowser enjoyer could you, perchance, write a fluffy Bowser x Reader? For a prompt... maybe the Reader finds him asleep and takes the opportunity to get closer to him? Or, something of the cuddling variety? Reader can be gender neutral- it don't mattah too much to me.
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Cuddle Bug
bowser x gn!reader
It’s tiring running a growing kingdom. So many things can and have gone so wrong to the point where Bowser has to physically step in and fix it himself; which leads to a lot of complaining and ‘I have to do everything myself’s.
So it’s not uncommon to find his royal highness taking an afternoon nap in his room, which he always argues that he isn’t and is just ‘thinking of new war strategies’. The snoring that can be heard through the door doesn’t help his case.
Today though, once you’ve figured that the castle can be without its leaders for a few hours, you decided to join him for a quick snooze.
You find him in his giant bed, knocked out on his stomach with one arm cradling his head and without his sharp accessories, after bugging him so many times about how unsafe it is to sleep with them on.
“you could poke an eye out in your sleep.”
“I’d look so much cooler with an eyepatch.”
Once you’ve kicked your shoes off, you slowly move under the covers and make yourself comfortable. You look over at the sleeping turtle to make sure you haven’t disturbed his slumber and flop down on a pillow.
You weren’t expecting an arm to wrap around your middle and pull you from your spot. You can practically feel the expression on his face as Bowser moves you closer to him.
“Why would you do that,” you try to pinch the offending arm, “I just got comfortable.”
The king of Koopas opens his ember eyes and gives you a boyish smirk as he leans into his side, using the arm he had under his head to prop himself up.
You try to sit up as if to leave, which only makes him hold onto you tighter.
“Are you saying you don’t feel comfort in the arms of your favorite king?” All that gets him is a playful eye roll.
"Well, I wouldn't say favorite- ACK!" Mr. Comedian moves and puts a small fraction of his weight on you, and while isn't much still manages to knock the wind out of you; You feel his chest rumble as he chuckles.
Bowser takes the chance to flip you both over, with you straddling his chest and him on his back, "don't have to lie, I already know I am."
"Mhm." no use arguing against something that's true.
He brings a clawed palm up to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. Soaking in his warmth, you nuzzle into him and hold a hand over his own.
The look in his eyes is so full of love and awestruck that it nearly has you melting into him; as if he didn't believe that you were there with him.
He lives for moments like these, just you and him in each other's presence with no disturbances. It's in moments like these that he lets his walls down completely with you, more so than he already does. He wishes he could spend all his days just like this, with you by his side.
For now, though, he's enjoying this moment for as long as he can.
knock, knock
“uhh, your majesties?”
“ASK KAMEK!”
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halcified · 2 months
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teru & socialization
i've posted about this before but something ive been thinking about a LOT is mp100's themes of loneliness (and eventual connections). i think this is an aspect of teru's character (in particular) that gets left out because it's not as explicit but i've been wanting to do a deep dive on it for a while and i finally sat down to do it. just a warning, this post is gonna be LONG.
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these two panels are from chapter 16 of the manga (which i'm using for my evidence because i. dont want to scrub through the anime LOL). initial sentiment: teru uses his powers to cheat having friends/a good social life and wouldn't have that if he tried earnestly. this is a fair interpretation of the scene. with what we know, at this point of time (as in within the teru-mob fight) teru would not be able to connect with other people earnestly, due to his mindset. which i think is a fair interpretation, HOWEVER:
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(from chapter 17 ^^) the first panel shows teru's expression to be strained and the second is visibly unhappy. this puts the first set of panels into a different context, that maybe underneath all of this, teru doesn't WANT any of this life that he's built. keep in mind that i'm analyzing this with teru's possible autistic tendencies in mind & you dont have to believe he's autistic, im not your dad, but i do find this a pretty meaningful indication of masking if he were
(note: yes, the strain can definitely be read as comp-het, and i would agree but that's not relevant so go read this post on that instead)
even if the rest of these panels show teru content with his life, i think these expressions are pretty vital to how we read his life especially because we know so little of it. think about it, if you were a kid desperate for affection because you couldn't get it anywhere else, especially not in a way that would come off as "mature" or "unaffected", wouldn't you also look for validation in your popularity? even if it aligned you with people who you consider fundamentally different to you? my point here is that teru can't not stand out-- it's in his nature-- and we are shown how he tries to blend in & receive attention in the only way possible to him; which is to say that he molds himself into something that is palatable, likeable, and superior to other people. if he's nothing, like mob, he has spent his entire life covering up for it. if he fails socially, like mob, he has to be good at everything (even if he cheats to do so) so that everyone else can look past it.
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(side note for my teru angst enjoyers: this is a panel of his mom. the mom who he hasn't seen in years. doesn't it make sense that, if he hasn't heard his mom say he's proud of him for literal years, that he would overachieve in response? not related to the autism thing i just have the teru bug. also don't be misogynistic in my notes both his parents suck we just get a singular mention of his mom)
so if teru couldn't meaningfully have friends before mob, that could very easily be because of his past mindset, right?
...except, we don't.. really... see him make other friends afterwards.
but, the awakening lab, right?
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(ok i lied to you sorry there is one anime screenshot and thats because it stood out to me while i rewatched it earlier this month. sorry.) id like to bring attention to this screenshot during the cultural festival because the awakening lab can definitely be seen as a direct contradiction of this and i'd like to point out a couple things:
1) in this scene the shiratori brothers are in another room 2) them and the other three are friends with ritsu (or at least close enough acquaintances to want to see him).
considering this is one of the only times they appear together for Fun i am more inclined to believe this is an encounter where they went together because they all would've gone separately anyway. this isn't to discount the possible bond that these characters might have, but thats the thing. we... aren't really shown that they're friends and enjoy spending time together outside of this screenshot, where two out of six of the members are not even present. not to mention that teru is still placing himself in a role separate from his peers. despite stripping the superiority away, teru is still the awakening lab's mentor, not friend. teru still views himself as fundamentally different in a context where his psychic powers don't make him that way.
...except with mob. i bring this placement of power up because where he is the awakening lab's mentor, teru declares mob to be his rival, or, in other words, teru is just like him. he is accepting that mob and him are the same. (and if we view mob from an autistic lens... so on and so forth)
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as if to hammer in that point even further-- in the summer vacation omake, teru explicitly states that "summer break is just a super long, super boring stretch of alone time." i'm not sure of the timeline here, but guessing from the hair, we're at least post season 1. which gives us explicit confirmation here that teru is spending the break alone despite his relationship to the awakening lab. his connection to mob is a lifeline here because mob is one of the only people who can intuitively understand teru's isolation without judgment
(also, on that point of teru's autistic tendencies: teru does and says a LOT of things that would raise other peoples eyebrows and doesn't seem to notice.
here we get teru actively admitting to his home life, right in front of reigen, WHO COULD CALL CHILD SERVICES ON HIM? this genuinely made me rethink this character entirely. teru's filter is... minimal. he isn't constantly volunteering information and generally minds his own business, but if you ask? Well.
teru is a social person, but to say he is proficient in understanding social situations seems... wrong. teru views his loneliness as boring because, despite being fairly open, does not actually allow himself to think about his own feelings and how they affect him. this loneliness is boring because he doesn't have enough of a reference to realize its not
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if we are taking pre-mob teru to be a version of himself who is masking, or at the very least someone who is faking a lot of stuff in a less autistic sense, the fight with mob changes teru to the point where he no longer hides himself. in the same way that mob was able to shake teru's fragile superiority complex i think the change in appearance marks the end of the self teru had built up. from this point on we see him become a lot more... Him. his appearance and his fashion choices are, presumably, completely normal to him and we get no indication that he believes otherwise despite the reactions it gets-- which is... well, i wouldn't be writing this post if i thought it was one of his most neurotypical traits.
in fact, he seems... pretty oblivious to what other people think of him. which is an interesting distinction to make considering the intelligence we Know he possesses (which is not to say that you are unintelligent if you don't pick up on social cues, just that its common for media to depict it that way.) these traits are made pointedly, even if unintentionally, separate, ESPECIALLY when you note the amount of characters who Do ruminate on or stare at teru's appearance.
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some examples. i don't even think this is all of it-- case in point.)
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thursdaygxrls · 9 months
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A Lesson in Biology
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summary — sirius has a midnight craving.
pairing — vampire!sirius black x fem!reader
disclaimer — i don’t own sirius black (sighhh) or the gif used
warnings — mentions of blood, oral (fem receiving), general smut, and (say it with me now) unedited
no one asked for this but sirius is literally so yummy i couldn’t contain myself
He comes to her at night — he always does. It’s stupid, and he chastises himself for the giddy feeling that warms his frozen body. She makes him feel like a fucking teenager and it’s disgusting.
He can see the dim, yellow glow of light coming from her window when he arrives. He climbs the trellis with ease and perches near the outer windowsill. Through the glass, he makes out a hunched figure seated at the desk. She’s in her baggy joggers and a tank top — lovely. Another quick glance around the room and he sees that it’s empty except for, no roommate in sight. Even lovelier.
Deep down, he knows how wrong this is. It's not wrong because he feels silly, or he didn't warn her before he got here. It's wrong because everything about her brings him closer to insanity: her scent, the outline of her body through the tank top, the trail of glistening salvia on her lips that her tongue leaves. He brings his hand to the lip of the window and is delighted (but not entirely surprised) to find it unlocked.
"Sirius!" Her tone is shocked, maybe even scared, but it wraps around him in a way that feels like a hug.
"Hey there, Lovebug," he grins widely as he slips through the window, his feet hitting the floor far too gracefully.
"Sirius, I didn't know—" She shoots up from her seat, "—You didn't call, right?"
"No, no," he chuckles, his voice thick as honey, "I didn't. Is that a problem?"
"Well, no," she sighs, "You just scared me, that's all."
"And you left the window unlocked." Sirius closes the space between them, raising his hand to gently stroke his thumb against her cheek, "Sure you weren't expecting any visitors?"
"Of course not." She knows he's only teasing, but the very thought makes her want to laugh. Someone else?
"Was I interrupting anything?" He asks, taking her hands into his. He brings them to his lips to press a soft kiss to the skin. His sharp teeth scrape lightly against her knuckles.
"Just a bit of homework," she sighs.
"Well, don't let me get in the way, Bug," he grins, "Go on, get back to your work."
She knows better than to think he's just going to let her work in peace. He shrugs out of his leather jacket, hanging it from her bedpost as he takes a seat closer to the headboard. He lays down, taking one of her pillows into his arms.
"You all alone tonight?" He asks as he smoothes the wrinkled fabric of the pillowcase.
"Liv's spending the night at her girlfriend's," she responds as she settles back down into her desk chair.
"Does she ever sleep here?" He tilts his head back to look at her, "She's less roommate, more occasional guest."
"You don't seem to mind." Though Sirius can only see the back of her head, he knows there's a smile on her lips. Her gorgeous, delicious lips.
He's tired of the pillow in mere seconds. The sound of a pen scrawling on paper calls him to the desk like a siren song. His hands are freezing against her bare arms. They rub up and down slowly, though, it's not as soothing as intended. Goosebumps erupt on her skin when his lips meet her ear.
"What class is that for?" He whispers.
"Biology." She swallows. Hard.
"Hm, interesting," he hums. The sight of her neck pulsing is not lost on him. His fingers, still cold as ice, trail her throat. It would be so easy to take her now. Her roommate wasn't home and likely wouldn't be until at least tomorrow morning. He could keep her silent enough that no one would hear a think, not even the dorm next door. Sirius's lips met her neck, and she let out a sigh. It would be so easy to take her, yet, it would be the most difficult thing he's ever done.
He'd created a routine over the years. When he was really thirsty, it wasn't hard to find a snack in secluded alleyways or dark corners. What he enjoyed most, though, was the chase; he'd find a new man or woman to pursue every once in a while. He'd charm them, butter them up, then drain their blood after fucking them into the mattress. He expected her to be no different.
Sirius met her outside a coffee shop on the edge of the campus. She smelled so sweet, so tempting, he couldn't just let her walk away. And so he proceeded as usual: he was charming, she was smiling, a date was planned. Somewhere between romantic dinner and vicious murder, though, his routine began to derail. When they talked, he didn't have to fake his laughs, nor did he notice the ache in his cheeks from how wide his smile had grown. He told himself he would just delay the inevitable—treat her to another date, give her the best sex of her life, then end it all there.
"I'm almost finished," she spoke quietly, glancing up at him. It was nearly three months later now, and he was still making excuses.
"Are you now?" He grinned against her neck, "My lips that good, Bug?"
"With my homework," she clarified with a roll of her eyes. He only let out a soft chuckle as he pressed open-mouth kisses to her shoulder. He couldn't be more thankful for the tank top she was wearing.
"You think you could wait another ten minutes?" Her voice was soft as she asked the question. She didn't want to give in when she was so close to finally finishing her work.
"No," he answered honestly. Wordlessly, he pulled her chair out, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her. He slipped into the small nook under her desk and kneeled before her. His misty grey eyes met hers.
"We can both get what we want, though." His tone was low as his fingers trailed to the waistline of her joggers.
"Sirius..." She trailed off. Sirius, yes? Sirius, no? Sirius, wait? Sirius, please? She didn't know what she was going to say, all she knew was that she was lifting her hips so he could slide her pants down.
He could feel her quickening pulse under his lips as he kissed her inner thigh. Sirius worked slowly, never once taking his eyes off of her as he delved further between her thighs towards her clothed heat. Nimble, callused finger yanked at her panties. He was gentle with her as he let them fall down her legs; it was like he was delicately plucking away petals from a flower. Even when she was fully exposed to him, he remained where he was, nibbling at the flesh of her thighs. It took him a minute or two teasing a few whines to give in.
"Oh, God." Was her cry when he finally pressed his lips to her folds. His tongue licked a stripe from the bottom of her cunt all the way to her clit where he focused his attention.
"I like the new nickname," he grinned up at her, halting his actions, "Am I your God now, Bug?"
She was halfway through grumbling at him when another moan tumbled from her mouth. Sirius was good, far too good. He had decades of experience under his belt and could find how to make anyone tic within seconds. Pride bloomed in his chest as her hands clawed their way into his long, black hair. Homework forgotten, she let herself fall into the trap he'd so easily set.
Before, he'd thought about silencing her, now, all he could think about was finding a way to make her louder. He fed off the sounds she made, relished in the shaky breaths and whimpers. His hands held her thighs apart with an iron grip. There would likely be bruises there next morning, but he didn't care. In fact, he pressed further, icy fingers burning marks into her skin.
"Sirius," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
"I know, love, I know," he cooed, "Are you gonna cum for me?" He didn't wait for a response. His tongue slipped into her, prodding at her hole before returning to her clit. He knew she was getting close—the sound of her blood pumping rapidly mixed with the clenching of both her thighs and walls gave it away.
She came undone on him, soaking his his face from the nose down. He helped her come down with a few gentle licks and soothing rubs against her legs. If he wasn't undead, his heart would've exploded at the way she looked at him. It was selfish to keep her to himself like this. It was wrong to leave her ruined.
"Finish up your homework, Bug. I'm gonna need you to return that favor."
It was wrong, and Sirius couldn't care less.
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tinymoon-beam · 4 months
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I've been thinking about Phantom as a relatively new summon, and Dews deeply ingrained need to care despite his sometimes times rough exterior. And Phantom, dropping alone after getting startled. Hiding in his room because Swiss and the others are out in the local town yuel shopping. Phantom self soothing with his favourite thing, coloring, like Swiss taught him. But, without Swiss around to remind him to take a break from his focus to go pee, he ends up having an accident and panicking because he thinks he will be in so much trouble when Swiss gets home if he can't hide what happened. Of course he wouldn't be, his dropped brain just isn't thinking straight. which is how Dew (who hates the yule crowds too, so also stayed home) ends up finding him in the hallway. Wearing a pair of jeans put on backwards and carrying the bundle of things he is trying to sneak to the laundry chute. Dews first reaction is to be irritated at yet again being forced to cross paths with this new bug he hasn't warmed to yet. Until he catches up with the situation and his overwhelming need to care, fix hurt, and generally be soft and loving to ghouls in need takes over. Dew, scooping Phantom up to look after until Swiss is home. The experience ends up helping them bond, even bringing them closer when Phantom feels big again. Aether, really proud of Dew, even though he never doubted his loving nature and future acceptance of Phantom for a second.
I just wanted to play with this a little bit.
Set very early on of course, Dew is standoffish because he doesn't like the idea of a new ghoul "replacing" Aether.
Cw: two quick kisses between Swiss and Phantom when he's in his bigspace, before Phantom requested he/they pronouns so only he/him used, nervous Phantom, Dew really isn't mean, accidents, cg Dew
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"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Swiss asks for probably the millionth time.
Phantom shakes his head. "Wanna stay home. Not feeling like being out in the crowds today."
"I can stay with you, I don't-"
"Aurora is really looking forward to you going with her. I'll be fine Swiss."
He doesn't look convinced. Phantom's still so new to everything and he gets overwhelmed quickly.
"Ok. I'm pretty sure Dew's staying behind too and Omega is around somewhere."
He nods and tries not to flinch at the mention of the fire ghoul who hadn't seemed to warm to the new summon yet, keeping his distance and almost refusing to acknowledge his existence.
"I'll be fine." He tells him again because he's not sure what else to say. And he will be, he plans to just hang out in the den and watch tv or listen to music in his room.
"Text me ok?" Swiss kisses him and Phantom smiles, a blush coloring his cheeks.
"I will. Go before they leave you behind!"
He kisses him one more time before he runs out of the room and down to the van. Phantom grabs his hoodie and pulls it on, leaving the hood up as he wanders from his room and down to the den. It's never empty so it feels strange but it's nice to have the big couch and tv all to himself.
He gets comfy and loses himself in the horror movie that plays, something about vampires. He's so engrossed in it he doesn't see Dew walk in, he doesn't see the tense set of his shoulders when he realizes Phantom is there.
"I thought you went with them."
He jumps, his mismatched eyes wide when they flash over to Dewdrop who just stands with his arms across his chest. His heart pounds in his chest, racing wildly.
"O-oh...no I d-didnt want to..." He tries to clear his throat. "S-sorry I can go back t-to my room if you w-wanted to watch something..."
He doesn't say anything else, just heads into the kitchen and Phantom can hear him banging around and it makes his belly feel weird, tight, fluttery. Mountain had said it was called butterflies and that it happened sometimes when you were nervous.
He rearranges the pillows quickly and flicks the tv off, leaving the remote in clear view in case Dew really did want to watch something before he silently slinks out of the den and heads back to his bedroom.
Phantom sits on his bed with his head in his hands and tries to breathe slowly like Swiss taught him. It's not like Dew did anything, but knowing that the fire ghoul doesn't like him makes his chest hurt and makes his brain go a little fuzzy.
He decides to just stay in his room. He quickly changes into the sweats and t-shirt Swiss had left and he blushes a little when he pulls out the soother he'd given him. He still wasn't used to it but he did find comfort in it. He pulls out his coloring book and his markers, laying on his tummy on his blanket on the floor.
He doesn't have much yet but Swiss had gotten him a few stuffies, his soother, a fuzzy blanket and a lot of coloring supplies. He also showed him how to use his phone for shows he liked. He finds the Octonauts and settles down to start a picture to give Swiss when he gets back.
It's fine, he's content, he's happy with the way his picture is turning out and he's watching the Octonauts and their adventures with big bright eyes and a smile.
He knows he should take a break, he's not very good at managing time or checking in with his body yet, but he doesn't want to get up just yet. He doesn't even realize he needs to use the bathroom until it's too late.
He feels the tears in his eyes and his cheeks get hot. All he can think is that Swiss will be so disappointed if he finds out, if he learns that Phantom wasn't paying attention to the ques his body had been giving him.
It's even worse to realize he's alone and the only other person nearby is Dewdrop and he certainly can't go to him for help. He stands with shaky legs and pushes his sweatpants off, leaving them on the wet blanket with his stuffy that also needed to be washed. He cries quietly while he gets his jeans back on and his shoes.
Dews on his way back from grabbing his book from Rains room, ready to kick back in his bed and read until they all get back home. He's not even overly surprised to see Phantom in the hall and he plans to just ignore him, to duck into his room and continue to pretend he doesn't exist. But he notes his appearance, his jeans on backwards and his shoes on the wrong feet.
His eyes find his face and spot the splotchy blush and the tears on his cheeks as he shuffles toward the stairs with his blanket bundled in his arms. It's a disaster just waiting to happen and Dew just....can't.
His heart twists and before he can manage to even consider talking himself out of it, he's running to the little ghouls side.
He jumps, eyes wide and arms wrapping around his blanket tighter.
"D-Dew!" He looks terrified, head hung and ears drooping.
"Give that to me."
Phantom shakes his head quickly and takes a step back, far too close to the stairs for Dews liking. He grabs hold of his wrist, tugging him toward him and Phantom whimpers, eyes squeezed tight and flinching.
"I-Im sorry! I d-didnt mean to! Please d-don't...don't..."
Dews got his arms around him before he can finish, hugging him tight and shushing him.
"It's ok." He squeezes him a little harder. "I've got you, bug."
Phantom cries against his shoulder. Dew feels nice, he's warm and his voice is soft and light but he's still scared, he doesn't know how to take it when the fire ghoul hadn't ever wanted anything to do with him.
"Come with me, let's get you in something comfy and then I'll help you with this ok?"
"I d-don't have anymore c-comfy's yet..." He sniffles and leans just a little heavier against Dew, soaking up his warmth as long as he can while he's allowed it.
"I've got something you can wear." He takes Phantoms hand, leaving the balled up blanket by the stairs.
He follows as he's led to Dew's room and he realizes he'd never been In there before. It's warm, like Dew himself, brighter than Phantom would have assumed it'd be. His guitars are neatly lined against the biggest wall, he's got a rocking chair by the window and his bed has so many blankets Phantom wishes he could dive in and hide himself.
He spots a chubby little star up on his pillow and it makes him smile just a little bit.
Dew opens the drawers in his closet and pulls Phantom close. "Pick something you like."
Phantom finds Dews eyes for just a second before glancing into the drawers. He spots a pair of black sweats that look well worn and soft and a plain white t-shirt.
Dew almost wants to point out the other things, the little things but he doesn't want the little ghoul more uncomfortable.
"Do you need help or are you ok?"
"I c-can do it..."
Dew nods and turns around while Phantom gets undressed. "The strings on the pants go in the front."
It's a gentle reminder and Phantom chews his lip while he turns them the right way, slipping his legs into the soft fabric. The shirt smells like a mix of Rain and Dew and he wants to nuzzle into the fabric but he stops himself.
"Done."
Dew turns and nods, taking hold of his hand again. They walk together down to the laundry room, and Phantom blushes as they pass siblings but Dew pays them no mind, just tightens his grip on the little ghouls hand to reassure him.
He gets the laundry started, letting Phantom help pour in the detergent.
"Good job."
Phantom beams under the praise, ducking his head to hide the shy smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
"I think I have an idea." Dew smiles and guides Phantom back up to the den. "Hop up on the couch and find something you like to watch. I'll be right back."
Dew kisses the top of his hand and Phantom wants to ask him to just stay but Dew is already wandering off.
Part of him expects that he won't come back, that he'll stay upstairs so he doesn't have to deal with Phantom. It hurts and he feels his throat get tight as he tries not to cry.
But then he's back with his arms full of blankets and he's setting them up in a nest on the couch and Phantom chirps.
"Did you pick what you want to watch?" Dew positions himself on the couch, close to the little ghoul but he still keeps some distance.
"S-scooby..."
"Sounds good, bug."
He gets engrossed in the movie quickly, bouncing excitedly occasionally, pulling his fingers up to chew them when he gets to a part he really likes. Dew gently guides his hands back down and offers a soother and one of Swiss' chewy necklaces that is sat on the coffee table.
Phantom's eyes flick between the soother and Dew's face, checking for judgement before he takes it.
The others find them like that, curled up in the blankets sound asleep. Dew's got his arms around the little Quint while he dozes against his chest, his fingers holding the ends of Dew's hair.
Aether kisses the top of his head and Dew stirs just a bit.
"Shh, stay asleep, it's ok." He smiles down at Dewdrop, proud of him for pushing through his own unease to help the little quint.
Swiss is torn, glad to see the fire ghoul finally warning to Phantom but he's also cautious, so protective of the new summon.
Mountain squeezes his shoulder. "He's ok, Swiss. Nothing in this world would get through Dewdrop if he needed to keep him safe. You know that, Spark."
And he does. He nods slowly, glancing at Phantom and Dew's peacefully sleeping faces before he heads off to sort out the things he'd bought for his little ghoul.
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lovelyspooks · 1 year
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Selfish
Peter Parker x gender neutral reader
Warnings - angst
Summary - Reader worries, a lot. But that's totally normal considering their boyfriend is Spider-Man right?
Word count- 909
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"Why can't you see my point of view Peter!?" you've been arguing for what seems like hours over Peter's recklessness as Spider-Man.
"I'm trying to understand you baby but you're not understanding me" Peter has been calm the whole argument, too calm, he doesn't understand how much it hurts you when he shows up to your window covered in wounds almost every night, he doesn't understand how worried you are all the time.
He's staring right at you, obviously wanting you to drop the subject but his defiance makes you more angry.
"Why can't you just listen to me!?"
"because not everything is about fucking you! God can't you just shut up for once?" his words cute deep as you cower down but Peter doesn't notice and continues
"I'm under constant pressure and I expect to come home to relax but you and your constant nagging are always breathing down my neck! It's fucking annoying! You're annoying! " Peter let out a huff but as soon as he saw your glassy eyes and timid body posture he regretted what he said immediately.
You looked down as your mind raced a thousand miles per hour.
Had he always felt like this?
"fine. I'm sorry... I didn't know you felt that way" you feel your face heat up as you bite back tears.
you'd always been insecure about being annoying and Peter knew that, he spent months breaking down the wall you built up to spare yourself from the embarrassment of being a burden, but here he was, helping you build that wall back up.
Peter goes to open his mouth but struggles to find words.
"bug I-... I'm so sorry, I don't mean any of that, I shouldn't have said it" he walks over to you and grabs your shoulders, his heart breaks as you avoid eyes contact with him.
"it's okay" your voice is strained as you talk, avoiding eye contact as you bring your arms up to hug yourself .
"no, it's not okay, you just want me to be safe and I'm too in my own head to see how it makes you feel" Peter brings a hand to your chin to try and make you look up at him but you shrug him off.
"I said it's fine Pete, I'm tired, I'm going to bed" You sniffle as you make your way to you and Peters bedroom to get ready.
Peter tries to think on what to do but nothing comes to mind as he silently watch you walk away "o-okay" was all he could choke out.
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You walk into your room and shut the door behind you, embarrassed and hurt hoping Peter wouldn't walk in after you.
You change and get into bed, you lay on your side making sure you won't be facing Peter when he eventually comes to bed too.
You quietly sniffle as tears stream out of your eyes. You knew you'd fuck it up. You knew you and your annoying nagging would ruin your relationship but you let Peter and his stupid reassurance talk it out of you.
Your sniffing comes to an abrupt stop as you hear your bedroom door slowly open.
You don't say anything, instead closing your eyes and pretending to sleep. You hope Peter will go away so he doesn't have to see your puffy eyes but that's thrown out the window as the bed dips and a nervous hand snakes around your waist. When you don't protest he scoots closer and buries his head in your neck.
"I'm sorry" Peter's shaky voice is muffled out by your neck but you understand it clear.
"it doesn't matter Peter" you lowkey wanted him to drop the subject but your need for constant reassurance screamed at you to hear his apology out.
"it does though, I was an asshole for shouting at you, you didn't deserve that. I didn't want to see your point of view but I do now." Peter lifts his head to look at your face and another wave of guilt hits him like a bus to see your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"if you want to talk..." He places his fingerings on your cheek and slowly wipes away your remaining tears "I'll listen. I promise" A gentle kiss is placed on your cheek before Peter puts his head back in your neck, waiting for you to speak.
You huff before turning to face Peter. Nerves coursed through you. Should I be honest?
You bite your lip weighing out your options, you're about to turn back around until Peter places his hand on your cheek.
You sigh into his touch as you start to speak.
"I'm just so scared all the time Pete" your lip trembles.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry " Peter coos as he bring you in closer, your head now on his chest.
You inhale Peters scent as if it's the last time you'll ever have the chance to.
"I know you're constantly stressed out, I'm being a baby" You bite your lip, begging yourself not to cry in front of Peter
"hey" Peter pushes you away from him gently and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him "you're not being a baby"
You nod before pushing yourself back into Peter's chest.
"I'll be more careful. I promise." His hand lands on your back, gentle strokes soothing you, lulling you to sleep.
"I know" You let sleep consume you.
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Yandere class 1a x mocha bunny reader: Bunnynapped
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Yandere class 1a x mocha bunny reader
It was a nice day for a picnic so you and koda decided to head off on your own picnic basket in hand and blanket whenever you needed a break from all the overwhelming attention from your classmates you always headed to this secret spot to clear your mind and to play and chat with the small animals
You placed your blanket while Kota placed the basket down taking a breath it smelled like freedom you endured the beautiful and quiet nature there was a lake nearby the pond just in case you felt like swimming everything was perfect quiet and peaceful
"I'm gonna go get something to drink and berries at the lake koda!" he nodded "B-be careful tho there are big predator birds that will mistake you as a snack," he said while taking out the food and his favorite book read you nodded and ran off into the "Safe" forest, you made it to the lake glazing how the fish gracefully swam into their destination and the frogs leaping catching the bugs you grabbed your basket and went deeper into the woods until you saw a blueberry and a shiny red raspberry bush you grabbed your basket and started picking them unaware that someone was watching you
A teen with yellow eyes with messy space buns was observing you watching every move that you made like a hawk waiting for it's prey she watched you were were picking berries off the bush and putting them in the basket while also eating some as well "that bunny look so cute! Oh she's gonna be my little pet when I catch her" the blonde carefully sneak up behind herb making sure she wouldn't make a noise when her hands was just hovering away from you She quickly snatched you up and threw you in the sag
You struggled and struggled to try to turn into your human form but it was no use you squealed in discomfort and fear while the girl tried cooing and hushing you like you were some baby "Shhh ahh it's ok! I won't hurt you at all just gonna take you to your new home" you panicked even more when she said that you tried struggling and struggling but it was no use you were trapped hearing crunching of the leaves and dirt the girl happily hummed satisfy with her catch
Kota was getting worried about your long absence you shouldn't be gone for that long he looked around hoping you would come back until a panicked bird flew quickly on Kota's finger chirping in distress and panic kota gently comforted the poor animal by stroking its feathers and body the bird was calmly panicked but calmed down "Now tell me what's the problem" he said quietly and gently the bird chirped a few times and kota was shocked
You were taken...By toga Himiko
He needed to get the others even his teachers
"im back!" toga happily skipped along inside the Bar twice happily waving to her and Dabi completely ignored her focusing on the drink Kurogiri gave him but Shiggy was furious "Toga how many times have I told you about going out, especially in the day WITHOUT A DISGUISE" he said while scratching his neck toga scoffed and paid attention to the bag and giggled "I'll be fine nobody saw me plus I got myself a goodie!" she said shaking a bag a little and out came a squeak everyone's attention turned to her now curious of what she brought
"Woah toga did you bring a living snack nice!" Twice said excitingly reaching to hold the bag but Toga blocked his hand "No it's a.." she reached into the bag and pulled out the helpless creature (aka you) "A bunny!!" she squealed petting the distressed bunny's soft fur until she heard a poof and you turned into your human version now everyone was shocked "I'm not a bunny you phyco im a human! Just with a bunny quirk" you angry said not pleased with the "Suprised adoption"
Everyone was speechless for a second still in shocked while Toga's eyes sparkled brightly "EEEEEEK IT A BUNNY HERO" she tackled you with a hug squeezing you very tight you could barely breath nuzzling her head on your ears
"Well look what we have here..." Shigaraki darkly chuckled slowly walking up to you and circling you while observing the little bunny trapped in the cage but Toga shielded you "No shiggy I want them as a pet!" "A PET?!?" you and everyone else yelled in shock "I don't wanna be some villain pet!" toga completely ignored you kept going "Please take good care I'll feed them wash they'll put them in pretty outfits I promise I won't even get as much blood promise!" she pleaded with shigaraki and Dabi looked at him and chuckled "I mean I pet wouldn't be bad plus once we break them they'll be kinda useful," Dabi said with an evil sly smile shigaraki thought for a second and decided his answer "Fine we'll keep them BUT if they pissed me off and start to cause trouble im killing the rodent" you gulped nervously while toga and twice cheered "I just wanted a nice picnic..."
"Guys! Guys!" Koda ran into the common room trying to catch his breath everyone stared at him in shock and looked to see where their bunny darling was "Kota kun! What happened where's y/n?!" Mina said her voice filled with worry "They were taken by Toga she took them to their lair!" Everyone was in a panic that their precious darling was stolen away from them they were beginning to plan to save them until Aizawa stepped in "Nobodys going nowhere im going to inform the pro heroes it's dangerous to do that anyway" the class tried protesting but Aizawa quickly shut that down immediately and all told them to go to bed upset they were they had to go to bed sad and enraged that they couldn't do anything
During your stay with the LOV wasn't even that bed honestly except for the constant cuddling and her dressing you up into frilly and girly dresses and outfits and putting so many bows and accessories on your hair but you tolerated it you made sure not to say any snarky remarks due to shigarakis warning toga would twirl you around and dance with you while twice joined in doing embarrassing dancing while toga laugh but gave you 2nd hand embarrassment dabi was annoyed like an older brother always picking on their little siblings enough to make them tell their parents teasing you about how your not getting out of here and picking on you pulling on your ears until you squeaked until toga came and comfort you while being scolded by her
Kurogiri Was kind to you whenever you had enough he would always tell Toga, twice and Dabi to back off a bit and make sure you were ok he would give you healthy and actual edible food then just fed carrots and grass all day so he was the most decent out of all of them in your opinion next was Magne was another decent one but was just like toga she was adored about your features always petting your hair she wouldn't try and force you into your bunny form like a toga but whenever she gets the chance she always pets and brushes your fur which you enjoyed it a bit
But all things had to come to an end when an explosion was heard and a large hole filled with pro-heroes police, Aizawa was here as well kurogiri quickly formed a portal for them to go inside everyone went but you struggled out of the togas strong gripped, and fall on the ground she called your name until the portal was closed good riddance, you were questioned by a bunch of police and pros and we're checked to see if you had any injuries or tracking devices they put it felt like hours until they finally let you go
When you got back from the dorms everyone crowded around you cheering for your return There were a bunch of hugs from everyone even Shoto formed a small smile but Bakugo lectured and yelled at you about being reckless and how you should be careful you were gifted with a lot of stuff and the girls invited you to a sleepover you wanted to complain but you were just glad you weren't with the LOV
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familyvideostevie · 1 year
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this was the second most voted from this poll, hope you enjoy! springtime with steve | fem!reader, 1k
"I'm telling you, it swelled up to the size of a...a...golf ball. No, a baseball. Right on my wrist, which made it impossible to actually play baseball for like, two weeks. " Steve's hands gesticulate wildly as he pantomimes something much larger than a baseball appearing at the base of his thumb. You look down at where his head rests in your lap and she that his eyebrows are furrowed in genuine angst. "And it hurt. So, yeah, excuse me if I swat at a bee when I see one."
"Swatting at them just makes them mad," you tell him, leaning back on your hands and casting your gaze to the blue sky. You should have brought your sunglasses. Silly boy, you think. Afraid of bees, of all things. 
"Swatting at them gets them away from me for long enough to run back to the safety of my car."
The spring breeze blows through the now-green grass of the hill and catches one of the edges of your blanket, flipping it over. You can't bring yourself to move to fix it. "And you'll abandon me?"
"Sorry, babe," Steve says. You look down again to find him grinning at you. His eyes sparkle in the sunshine."They don't come after you like they do me. I'm like honey, or something."
You flick his nose and he swats at you as if you're the offending insect."No idea why, since I'm much sweeter than you."
Steve pouts and you laugh. "Brutal. You're hanging out with Dustin too much."
You lower yourself to your elbows and then your back so that you're just as sprawled on the blanket as he is. "S'what you get for abandoning me to nature, Steve." Huge, fluffy clouds amble across the sky above you. Everything seems more beautiful, more alive during the first few weeks of spring. Everyone laughs a little louder and walks around with a spring in their step. 
"I wouldn't actually abandon you," Steve says. "You might have to defend me, though. I'm serious, I think I'm allergic or something."
"I can do that," you say. "I'll protect you from the big, bad bees." Steve snorts. 
"Alright, alright, I get it. They're just bugs." You reach down blindly to slide your hand into his hair as a somewhat sincere apology for making fun of him. He does handle pretty much every other critter fairly well -- he is a little freaked out by butterflies but lets you stop him when you see one on your walks. He catches fireflies with the kids and even takes spiders outside if you ask him to. But your handsome, brave, incredible boyfriend isn't at his best this time of year. 
"How's your hay fever?" you ask, eyes closing to enjoy the sunshine. On cue, he sniffs. 
"Fine. The new pill I got at the pharmacy last week doesn't make me sleepy, which is nice." But then he sneezes. "Shit." He sneezes again.
"I have tissues in my bag." The weight of his head disappears from your lap and you hear him rummage through your things. He'll be fine in a few weeks when everything stops blooming but until then you try to carry around anything he might need.
"Don't open your eyes," he says. "This is gross." It sounds more like "gwoss" as he blows his nose. 
"Oh, you think I don't find my snotty boyfriend cute?" Steve ignores you and settles back on top of you, his head higher up on your stomach this time. He likes to feel you breathe.
"Spring is bullshit," he says without any real venom. 
"It's not all bad," you chastise him. "The sun is nice. Your hair will get lighter if we spend enough time out here."
He hums. "Well, I do get to see more of your legs." You feel his hand squeeze your thigh. 
"Steve!" He's impossible. You tilt your chin so you can see him only to find him grinning up at you just like before, only now his nostrils are a little red. He is still so handsome it makes your chest ache. "You know very well you get to see them whenever you want."
"Don't I know it." You look away but feel his eyes on you still.
"What?"
"You're extra pretty in the spring," he says. "Just...happier. Lighter." Your face feels hot. It's disarming, sometimes, the way that Steve talks about you. Not only to you with compliments, but to other people. He tells old ladies in the grocery store about promotions you get at work and loudly sings your praises in rooms full of people. You took him shopping last week and when you came out of the dressing room in a new pair of jeans he asked the sales girl how she felt to have the prettiest girl in the world in her store. 
He's embarrassing and you love him so much. 
"You're extra pretty in the spring," you fire back. He reaches for your hand. 
You squeeze and he squeezes back. "I guess we're the greatest looking couple alive."
"Guess so." You wonder if you could fall asleep out here. 
"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?"
"We're on pickup duty at 4," you remind him. "But I'm happy to stay here for a little while longer." From your spot on the hill, it's easy to imagine that the rest of the world doesn't exist. It's just you and the boy you love on this blanket, enjoying each other's company and the warmth of the sun after a long winter. There are things you have to do, of course, and other people you love who you want to see. But it's nice to pretend, even for just a little bit.
"Me too," Steve says softly. 
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Y'all ever think about the first chapter of Gold Morning when Taylor realizes she threw away everything and cut ties and poured her soul into trying to stop the end of the world only for it to all be for nothing and her hometown is gone and her dad is probably dead and she gives up for the first time in the book? Like she's a person of nearly infinite determination and willpower, but it finally ran out after she realized it was all hopeless. And it's such a fitting method of attempted suicide too for someone who passively tried to kill herself via caping without even realizing she was doing so. She just floated out over the ocean at sunset, surrounded herself in a cocoon of bugs, and stayed there as her flight pack's fuel drained to the point of no return. She didn't say it outright, but she fully intended to die there.
And the whole time she couldn't bear to ask anyone for help or a hug. She said the only two people who would give a hug without further questions were her dad and Rachel who weren't available, and that's heartbreaking to me. She's been so focused on being composed and threatening and strong enough to not be fucked with that she can't bring herself to let down the mask, so she'll drown instead. And she's wrong, she's so so so wrong but she's such a bundle of paranoia and self loathing that she can't fathom her friends would accept her in her moment of weakness and give her a hug. But Lisa does.
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I'm moving past the "now we were like lesbians" real quick because yes they're so gay but that's not the point of this post. Lisa gave her a hug immediately, she saw her friend hurting and wanted to comfort her, but I think it's important to note that Taylor's inability to ask for comfort and the fact that she didn't want to inconvenience her friends with her feelings led directly to her hurting Lisa so much more. When Lisa opened the door she was genuinely unsure if Taylor would come through or let herself die, she was forced to see her worst nightmare for a moment as everything she tried to stop happened. How much would that destroy her? She doesn't show it because she's just like Taylor with her emotion bottling, but I honestly think if Taylor hadn't come through that door Lisa would have second triggered.
Anyway I'm getting off topic even if I don't know what my topic is. Taylor being afraid of being a burden when she's emotional around her teammates happens a few more times through Gold Morning, Rachel accepts it obviously, Lisa hugs her, and Aisha tells her to stop apologizing because she's allowed to feel shit when the world is ending. Everyone (sorry Brian) is 100% ready to help her, but because Taylor has had every strong emotion she shared with Emma weaponized against her and has been taught to appear strong she just can't fucking comprehend it. Her friends would fucking follow her to the ends of the Earth and she's thinks so little of herself that she believes she wouldn't give her a hug. I'm repeating myself but fuck she's really kill herself before asking for a hug during the apocalypse. She's just completely incapable of believing people like her I want to throttle her and yell that she is loved but she would genuinely just somehow rationalize that as a lie. She's surrounded by friends and people she's saved and so many lives that she's touched yet she's completely alone in her head because she keeps them all like 20 feet away emotionally.
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Denki comes to check on you.
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You sat in your living room scrolling through your phone after finally making it home from patrol.
Ding~
A notification came through- another text from Eijiro. That made five unanswered texts from the hero now.
You sighed, scrolling through the messages.
Hey! How are you doing? [01/07 3:38pm]
Hey! You alright?? [01/15 2:54pm]
Sorry for bugging you, but it's been a while, is everything ok?? [01/18 6:19pm]
Ok, I'm seriously worried about you now. Please respond! [01/22 8:23am]
That's it, I'm barging over there today if you don't let me know you're alive. [01/23 9:41pm]
He sure was persistent you thought. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to your friend- but... you couldn't bring yourself to even begin to explain how you have been doing.
It had been about a year since you all graduated from U.A. and started working at Hero Agencies. It was great at first finally being a pro hero and seeing what agency all your classmates ended up at... but... a year into it- all the excitement of being a hero seemed to fade. Now it was just work- and fucking hard work at that.
How could you even say out loud that hero work isn't what you thought it was when you couldn't even admit it yourself? It was easier to just ignore.
Suddenly a loud hum echoed through your apartment disrupting your pity party and all the lights went off.
Fuck.
You forgot to pay the electric bill.
You turned the flashlight on your phone and booked it to your desk- trying to sort through the pile of mail that had accumulated over the past three weeks.
"Damn it", you mumbled to yourself unable to find where the electric bill was. Shifting more junk mail aside the light on your phone dimmed and blinked off.
"Are you kidding me?" You cried and tapped at your phone- but you were only greeted with an image of a red battery signaling your phone had died.
You grunted in frustration and yanked your keys off your desk to make your way to your car. As soon as you opened the door you were hit with the blast of the cold winter air. You cursed your way down to your car before finally settling in the driver's seat.
You started the engine, turned the heater on, and plugged in your phone.
Despair set in when you realized the power wouldn't be turned on tonight even if you did pay the bill right now- and you would have to sleep without the heater upstairs in the dead of winter.
The light from your phone illuminated your car once it had enough battery to power up again. You reached for your phone and at the same time, someone knocked on your window, startling you into a jump. Your phone fell out of your hands as you jumped and turned to your window.
"Heyyyy~" Denki called laughing slightly at your startled reaction.
You rolled the window down, "Kaminari you scared the shit out of me!" You complained, slapping his arm playfully.
"Sorry sorry," He laughed. "Where you headed?" He asked.
"Nowhere," you answered honestly but wish you had thought better to lie.
"Nowhere? Sooooo you're just hanging out in your car?" he asked, tilting his head confused.
"Ugh- just get in, it's freezing," You exclaimed and unlocked your door.
Denki went to the other side of the car and slid into the passenger seat.
"Man, it's cold out there!" He said shivering as he warmed his hands up by the heater.
"What are you doing here Kaminari?" You asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," He retorted and looked over at you resting in your PJS in the driver's seat.
You rolled your eyes and picked up your phone of the floor of the car. Intent on avoiding the question you unlocked your phone and began to scroll through your apps.
"Fine fine you win, I came over because Kirishima sent me," Denki answered.
"Seriously?!" You let out annoyed.
"Yup- he said you hadn't responded to him in weeks. He made a big deal about it when I told him I hadn't heard from you either. He had to stay later for patrol tonight so- he sent me to come to check on you, and I find you hanging out in your car in your PJS beacauseeee~?" Denki questioned, hoping to finally get an answer from you.
You let out a sigh and looked out the front window of the car, "Promise not to make fun of me," You spoke.
"Me? Of course not! I know how bad it feels to be made fun of- so come on you can tell me anything. Promise I'll never judge you or- make you feel bad about something, kay?" Denki reassured you.
"All right... I've been struggling to balance everything in my life recently and... I may have... maybe forgot to pay my electric bill," You squeaked out. "Then my phone died- and it's freezing upstairs so... I came here to charge my phone and warm up."
"Oh man," Denki said, sympathy filling his eyes. "Why didn't you let one of us know things were so rough recently?"
"Because- I don't know- I just... I don't want anyone to think I can't take care of myself- or I can't handle hero work. Because I can! I'm doing fine! So don't give me those stupid puppy dog eyes!" You said defensively.
"Wow wow there- I know you can do it all by yourself, but- everything in life is easier with friends, right? Look- I think Kirishima made the right move sending me over tonight. What do you say we go upstairs and find that electric bill to pay, and in the meantime~ I can get the electricity going for you- since it'll take the power company a bit before they turn it back on," Denki said, flashing you a wink.
Denki's help and kind words finally broke something inside you, you felt the lump in your throat form and the threat of tears sting your eyes. You blinked hard to try and banish it away. It felt so nice to have a friend around again- why were you stubborn for so long and isolating yourself? It felt like you had been suffocating these past three weeks and finally, you were able to take a deep breath in again.
"Hey... you alright?" Denki asked, noticing your saddened demeanor.
"Yeah," You sniffed, then wrapped your arm around his bringing his shoulder down to lay your head on. "I didn't think it was going to be this hard," You mumbled.
Denki hummed, "Yeah me either honestly... but that's why we look out for each other. So, none of this hiding away stuff anymore, okay?"
You nodded into his shoulder and squeezed his arm tighter.
"Come on- let's get this show on the road. I'll get your electricity running again, and we can have drinks and catch up. Then maybe tomorrow we can plan to get some food with Kirishima too, he's been worried sick about you. Sound good?" Denki asked.
"Yeah, that sounds good." You agreed, a smile spreading on your face for the first time in weeks.
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Fireworks: Nikolai Lantsov x reader
Christmas bingo day 21: blanket
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"Thought I'd find you here "
"Hm. What gave me away?" Y/n turned her head towards him and smirked.
"Really?" Nikolai raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by her antics.
"Right." The light chuckle coming form him sound like an invitation to join her and prince was more than willing to plump on the ground next to her.
She was too obvious. Once everyone gathered on the palace ground to watch the Christmas fireworks show y/n spun on her heels and rushed to the hill.
Official version? She wanted a better view of the fires in the sky.
Unofficial? Introverted nature.
"You're antisocial"
"Said the one who run away to the sea and become a pirate the second he got bored with palace life."
"Privateer!"
"Every time!" She laughed throwing her hands in the air in feigned frustration.
They loved teasing each other.
And maybe it had something to do with the fact that sitting alone in the dark hill with the star studded sky was way more emotional than any of them actually wanted to admit.
And maybe it was because it was bringing out some hidden emotions neither of them wanted to admit to.
Teasing was a safer option.
"Hey do you ever wondered how it's possible that we have grishas for everything except the earth matter?"
"What?" Nikolai made a face and looked at her a bit confused. It was one thing to be nervous and the other to act a bit crazy.
"The earth matter." She clarified falling on her back "I could be a florist or something like that." Her melancholic sigh made his heart skip a beat. "I could enchant the ground."
"By creating some poisonous bushes?"
"That would be a nice barrier to give us some privacy, huh?"
"Wouldn't you like that sunshine huh?" Nikolai fell on the blanket next to her.
"Why do you think I really keep hiding here?" She rolled on her side to look in his eyes. "It's not that I can't handle people Nikolai"
"I think you can handle at least one..."
"Very special one." She smiled softly, for a moment looking like a woman in love.
Fleeting second, since before either of them could actually gather to courage to take it further the fireworks started exploding, startling them and making them jump away from each other.
"Saints!" She was on her back instantly, gaze fixed on the show thanking the gods that it was hard to notice the blush that already crept on her face.
But he saw.
He felt her so close that this sudden distance, made him cold. And he didn't like it.
He was this close to running down the hill and stopping this crazy display of Lantsovs vanity for the fun of the crowd just so he could have a silent moment with her.
It wasn't like he chased her here for no reason!
The only hope was that it couldn't last forever and soon the fireworks stopped.
"Y/n"
"Hmm?" It was impossible to move and look at him out of a sudden.
"You'll get bugs in your hair...."
"I'll manage. Maybe you're the one who's worried about getting your fancy royal outfit dirty?"
"I got my share of dirty on volkvolny" Nikolai chuckled
"Ugh! I didn't need to know that!"
"Do I make you flustered love?"
"Crazy. You make me crazy you rascal!"
"Crazy for me...?"
"Idiot...." She pushed him away playfully letting out a chuckle, unconsciously giving him a chance to grab her hand and caress her palm.
The atmosphere shifted immediately.
"You're cold.." he whispered interlacing their fingers.
"Then do something about it...."
He leaned forward.
She met him halfway.
Finally.
The fireworks has only just started.
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Lawrence continued to wake long before the house began to stir, when the moon and sun hung simultaneously, vying for dominance in the sky. That was, if he managed to sleep at all.
He had moments in-between his darkened moods, mostly during the precious few moments that he actually got to spend with his family, that the clouds in his mind parted but for the most part, he remained unhappy. His wife noticed his exhaustion of course, worrying silently much of the time, trying to remind him to slow down every once in awhile. However they both understood it simply wasn't within in their means for Lawrence to not have to work so damn hard.
That didn't keep Winifred from trying to brighten up his days whenever they got lucky and their children remaining asleep a few extra hours in the morning. And that morning in particular, it seemed they had been blessed with good fortune.
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"Good morning," She whispered, her voice velvety and almost melodic, a tone she saved only for her husband, while her digits began dancing along the woolen fabric of his trousers.
Lawrence tried to slow his thoughts, to stop thinking about his seemingly never ending to-do list.
He thought of the drunk he'd had to kick out the night before, the pesticide that wasn't working to remove the bugs, the chickens that needed more feed, and the soil that needed tilling. Around and around the thoughts circled, unable to slow them long enough to concentrate on the warmth of his wife's delicate hand slowly beginning to move downwards.
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As she slipped her hand into his trousers, Lawrence's heart began to race. Her gentle hands were more than welcome, and her supple lips kissing his chest through his shirt would have normally been all it took to bring him closer to that euphoric place he so often craved to be at with her.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go there, truly, he did! But it seemed nothing was happening, his body simply not responding to the movements of Winifred's softened hands inside his slacks. He laid back, staring at the ceiling while his mind didn't allow him any grace, even at an intimate moment such as this, and continued to fire at a rapid pace.
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Once Winifred realized what was happening, or what wasn't happening rather, she withdrew her hand immediately. "Is everything alright?" She asked sheepishly.
Lawrence sighed, closing his eyes as he settled back into the pillows, a masculine attempt to mask his embarrassment, he simply nodded in response.
This had never happened in their three years of marriage, and she hardly knew what to think, only that she felt guilty for not realizing sooner that he hadn't been in the mood. "I'm sorry, Lawrence, I wouldn't have if I'd known that you didn't want to." She clarified.
"It isn't that I don't to, I just can't right now...I suppose I'm still rather tired." That was the understatement of the century. He was far past tired, beyond exhausted even and this was proof that his body couldn't keep going like this for much longer.
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Nonetheless, with Lawrence continuing to put on a courageous face day after day, Winifred could not have realized how much he was suffering inside. Consequently, she started coming up with an explanation for his rejection the way she knew best - by blaming herself.
Since her second pregnancy, she had put on more weight, and while she tried her best to view it as an act of love rather than something superficial, she had become quite self conscious about her slightly pudgy tummy and stretch marks. "Is it, is it me?" She asked out loud. Once the question left her lips though, she couldn't even look in her husband's direction anymore, dreading to hear the answer.
Having nearly gone mute with humiliation, Lawrence hid his face in his hand, trying to keep Winifred from noticing the way his cheeks now flushed.
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Eventually, Lawrence rose from their bed with a heavy sigh. He wanted to reassure her, explain that it wasn't her fault in the least, that she was the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. But he couldn't find the right words, and so instead of saying much of anything at all, he mumbled a vague apology and headed towards the door to go find his work gloves and begin another day.
Winifred couldn't keep from feeling embarrassed, her chest rising and falling with the threat of tears until they eventually spilled over. However, the sound of her baby crying in the next room kept her from disappearing into the feeling. She simply wiped her eyes, ready to put on a happy face for her children and try to pretend this hadn't happened.
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That very same afternoon, Millie and Winifred had been out shopping already at the markets when Winifred suggested they go into the secondhand store nearby. Nearly everyone they knew bought their fabrics from there, and it was much cleaner than the others in town, with hardly any stale odor or dust lingering in the air.
"What do you think of this?" Winifred asked, trying to choose between the white and pink spools of linen fabric.
"For who? Beth?" Millie asked, raising an eyebrow.
Winifred shook her head in response, dropping the fabric. "No! It's for me. My blouses are snug these days, and my skirts even tighter in the waist." She paused, turning to look at Millie's face who was still gazing at the linen. "I've been thinking maybe I need to add a little color into my wardrobe and try to be...a little more sophisticated?"
Millie furrowed her eyebrows, scrunching up her face. It was a gorgeous fabric, and it would make a striking gown for whoever decided to purchase it, but it still wasn't very 'Winifred'.
There were things that had changed about her best friend in the years that passed between them not speaking, but Millie was reasonably confident that her fondness for rich, dark colors hadn't. Or at least, she hoped not. It was one of the things that made Winifred who she was and Millie adored her allure to all things moody and macabre.
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Millie and Winifred had been friends for so long that they could recall when they both wore ribbons and pigtails in their hair, since before they'd realized that someday boys were meant to cease their teasing and you were supposed to kiss them. It was a remarkable thing to keep a friendship for that many years and they both treasured it equally. Even more remarkable still, Millie could easily tell when she had something on her mind.
After a series of questions, Winifred finally told Millie what happened that morning, mortified by it all over again.
Millie responded with 'oh my', 'oh, honey' and 'you poor thing' throughout the entirety of the story. Still feeling rather troubled about it, Winifred found herself tearing up again during the retelling, but she knew that she could trust Millie.
After listening, Millie offered what she could of advice, finishing her thoughts on the matter by saying, "I've never seen anyone look at a person the way he looks at you. You move Heaven and Earth for that man, Winnie, I can promise you that."
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As Millie had done for her so many times throughout their childhood, Winifred found herself feeling a bit better near the end of their conversation. She didn't know what she was going to do when Millie returned to London, but she couldn't worry herself with that thought today too.
She pulled Millie in for a hug, thanking her for the comfort, holding her for a long while before they interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. When they pulled away, they noticed the shopkeeper was looming over them.
"I wasn't try to eavesdrop on you ladies, but I couldn't help overhearing your predicament." She bit her lip nervously before continuing. "I have a garment I think might be of interest to you...will you wait a moment longer so I can retrieve it from upstairs?" She asked.
After exchanging a single glance, they both turned back to her, giving an enthusiastic 'yes!' at the same time.
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snippy-tano · 11 months
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*waves* hello there!! I have this Image in my head of Tech liking to ramble about bugs (mostly because the fandom has decided to draw him fawning over them and it’s freaking adorable!) so the idea of Tech finding the reader and telling them about random bugs he found because they’re the only one who listens, and maybe starting to worry he’s imposing on the reader’s space, but hint hint reader thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and falls a little more in love every time he comes up to her with sparkling eyes and a new bug fact 💜
(Take your time please! THANK YOU FOR WRITING seriously you are sustaining all of us going through Tech withdrawal and ignoring canon together😂)
here it is friends!
this was so much fun writing. i think Tech grabbed me by the shoulders and wouldn't let go until i finished this because i was actually working on another one-shot when i suddenly skipped to this one. so yay! enjoy!
[my google targeted ads are going to be so messed up from looking up all these bug facts but it was worth it!]
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Little Known Facts
The first time it happened, you weren’t sure why Tech had chosen you. 
You thought maybe it was because he had exhausted all other options and you were the newest member of the team. You also thought it was likely because you were the only one left who had yet to turn him away.
You were deep in the jungles of Kashyyyk when Tech materialized beside you, startling you slightly. 
“My apologies.” He said and you shook your head after you caught yourself on a nearby tree and continued walking beside him. 
“It’s alright Tech. Is everything okay?”
“It is. What do you know about termites?” 
You blinked.
“Leave her alone Tech.” Came Hunter’s exasperated voice from several paces in front of you. 
“Uh. Not much, just that they eat wood among other things.” You replied and you could hear Crosshair scoff in front of you. 
“Your funeral.” He had whispered and you shot him a glare. 
“The queen of a certain termite species can lay 40,000 eggs per day.” Tech stated. “They also use vibrations to communicate with one another.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.” Tech said, somehow continuing to tap at his datapad without missing a step. “They are also a good form of sustenance as they are rich in iron, calcium, protein, and fatty and amino acids.”
Your nose crinkled. “I think I’d rather not eat termites.”
“As would I, but they would work in a severe survival situation.” Tech concurred and you nodded.
“Thanks Tech. Now I know what I can eat if I have no other options.” “You are most welcome.” “Alright you two. We’re coming up on the camp so it’s time to focus.” Hunter called and Tech gave you a quick nod before jogging to catch up with the Sergeant. 
After that encounter, Tech seemed to take your willingness to converse with you about bugs as an excuse to bring up every single bug fact he knew. The others of the batch would shoot you sympathetic looks (Hunter), make teasing remarks in passing (Crosshair), and slap you on the back forcefully as a way of offering comfort once Tech was out of view (Wrecker). They all assumed that you were just being kind and allowing Tech to talk your ear off about bugs because you felt bad. 
But the thing was, you really didn’t mind. 
You had been around the batch long enough to know that Tech rarely got the opportunity to share “useless” facts. He was usually shut down due to it not being a good time. Which was understandable, he didn’t quite have a filter even if you were in a high pressure situation. 
But every time he would approach you with a new fact rolling off his tongue or a small insect perched on the back of his hand, his eyes would sparkle. 
It had a smile spreading across your face before he even started speaking and a warmth filling your bones. 
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“Approximately 2,000 silkworm cocoons are needed to produce one pound of silk.”
“Really? That many?”
“Indeed.”
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“About one-third of all insect species are carnivorous, and most hunt for their food rather than eating decaying meat or dung.”
“Good to know. I will make sure to avoid bugs if I am injured.”
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“The term ‘honeymoon’ comes from the planet of Alderaan, where it is tradition that a newly married couple is provided with enough honey wine to last for the first month of their married life.”
“That’s actually really sweet. How much honey wine would that be?”
“That would depend on the couple, but an average amount would likely be a crate.”
“Wow. I will have to remember that.”
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“Ants can lift and carry more than fifty times their own weight.”
“That’s impressive. Has anyone ever tried to replicate that with technology? I would imagine that it would be useful.”
“I had not considered that. Perhaps I will try.”
“I can’t wait to see it, Tech.”
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With each encounter you had with Tech, the swirling in your stomach grew more and more insistent. It was hard not to watch him with a smile as he rattled off fact after fact. And he never told you the same one twice. 
It was an uninterrupted time you were granted with Tech as most of the batch cleared out whenever he started rambling about bugs. You grew to crave these moments. 
And it wasn’t until Crosshair had said something that you figured out why. 
“You know, if you like him, you could just say something. Save yourself the trouble of listening to bug facts all day.” He had teased, startling you as you sorted through the newest crate of supplies you’d picked up off of Kamino. 
“I do not-” You started to protest, but then paused. 
You thought back to every time he approached you with that sparkle in his eyes. How your heart had clenched and you involuntarily began smiling every single time. You started to hope he would come by with a new fact, just for a chance to listen to him talk about something he so clearly loved. You purposefully sought out bugs now, pointing them out in the hopes he would have a fact to share. And every time he did, you felt like you were flying.
Oh kriff you loved him.
“There you go, doll.” Crosshair drawled and you took a step towards him, punching his arm. 
“Not your doll.” You hissed, turning back to the crate to hide your reddening face.
“Maybe not. But you shouldn’t wait too long to tell him.” He said and you stopped stacking ration bars. He took a step closer, fingers playing with the toothpick in his mouth. “A word of advice, Tech is starting to think he’s imposing on you and your space with his facts.”
“He would never bother me!” You cried and Crosshair smirked. 
“Just thought I’d share. Do with this information what you will.” He turned to leave and you let out a laugh. 
“Aww Cross! You do care about Tech’s emotional well-being.” It was your turn to tease and you watched as his jaw clenched. But he didn’t deny it before he stepped out of the room, letting the door slide shut behind him. 
When he left, you sunk down in a nearby chair, mind racing. 
Tech thought he was bothering you? That couldn’t be further from the truth and you had to find a way to tell him. And fast. 
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You had your opportunity a few rotations later when you made a brief stop on Naboo. 
You had only really stopped to refuel before heading back out, but you were going to enjoy the sunshine and warm temperatures. While Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair headed into the city you had parked near, you and Tech had opted to stay behind, albeit for different reasons.
Tech wanted to run a few diagnostic tests on the Marauder and you cited organizing some crates, but really you wanted a chance to talk to Tech alone. And judging by the knowing look Crosshair had shot your direction, your flimsy excuse didn’t work on everyone. But no one made any comments and you were left alone with Tech for what was likely going to be a few hours. 
He immediately set to work doing what he had stayed behind to complete and you did take some time to organize a crate or two, but you didn’t do it for long. In fact, you took the time to open up every hatch in the ship with the hopes of helping it air out a bit. 
While you waited for that, you found yourself sitting in the grass outside of the ship, head tilted towards the sunlight. You could hear the breeze moving the nearby trees and the tall grass of the fields surrounding the ship. In the wind, you could smell the blossoms of the blooming flowers. Your eyes were closed as you breathed in fresh air for the first time in a very long time. 
You heard footsteps approaching you from behind and you waited as Tech approached. 
“Is everything alright?”
You hummed in response. “Why do you ask?”
“I thought you were organizing crates and then I turned and you were not there.” He replied and you opened your eyes and turned to look up at him, squinting in the light. Tech shifted and the sun was no longer burning your eyes.
“Sorry, I finished and decided I should enjoy the weather and fresh air while I could.” You said. “You’re welcome to join me.”
“I should finish my calibrations-”
“-come on Tech.” You patted the grass next to you. “Join me. Your calibrations can wait a few minutes.”
Tech hesitated for a second before speaking. “Very well then.”
You smiled as he sat down cross-legged next to you. He continued to tap lightly at his datapad, but you didn’t mind it. You leaned back against your arms and again tilted your face towards the sky, eyes closing. 
The two of you sat in silence, but it was far from awkward. You were enjoying the weather and you were enjoying it even more knowing Tech was here with you. 
“Did you know-” Tech began only to stop talking. 
You opened your eyes and turned to him. “Why’d you stop?”
He stopped tapping at his datapad and you watched as he shifted uncomfortably. “I did not want to bore you with facts you do not care to know. I will leave you to enjoy the weather and return to my calibrations.”
Tech started to move, but stopped when you hand closed over his. You watched as his eyes darted down to your joined hands and then back up at your face.
“I wouldn’t have asked you to stay if I didn’t enjoy your company.” You started. “And I love hearing about bug facts. It’s clearly something you enjoy, so that means I enjoy it too.” 
“But - that seems illogical.”
You laughed, giving his hand a squeeze. “Maybe it is, but it’s true. So please, never stop telling me bug facts.”
Tech regarded you with a strange look on his face. “Fascinating.”
You blinked at him. “What?”
He hummed. “Nothing. I will have to experiment with this further.”
You definitely wanted to know what he meant by that, but you didn’t want to push him. So you removed your hand from his and nudged his arm as you shifted to lay down in the cool grass. You moved around, trying to find a comfortable place to lay, but so far weren’t successful. When you noticed Tech watching you, you waved him on.
“Go ahead. Tell me what you were going to say earlier.” 
“Your head looks uncomfortable. I will go get you a blanket to lay on.” Tech said and began to move. 
“No! It’s okay! It’s not uncomfortable.” You said quickly and he paused, half standing. 
“You should still rest against something more comfortable.” He replied and your mind was racing. “Alright alright, I will. But please sit back down.” You said and he looked like he was going to protest, but you gave his arm a tug and he sat down, legs stretched out in front of him. 
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you shifted on the ground before leaning back, your head coming into contact with his thigh. You felt Tech tense and you looked up at him, hand blocking the sun. 
“This okay?”
He didn’t answer you right away, but after a moment, nodded once. “Yes. It is alright.”
You smiled up at him before dropping your hand to your stomach and closing your eyes. 
“Alright Tech. What facts have you got for me today?”
“Houseflies find sugar with their feet, which are 10 million times more sensitive than human tongues.”
You huffed. “Knowing that makes me wonder why they love our ration bars so much. They’re pretty bland to us, but maybe we’re missing something.”
“It is possible.” Tech noted. “Did you know that true flies have only one pair of wings, and sometimes, none at all. A hind pair of ‘wings’ is reduced to balancing organs called halteres.”
“I did not know that. But I do have a question.” 
“What is your question?”
“Do you know why flies rub their feet together? I see them do it all the time and have always wondered.” You asked and surprisingly, Tech fell silent. 
You allowed a moment or two to pass, thinking maybe he was waiting for you to say more. But he still didn’t speak. You held up a hand, squinting one eye open to see Tech staring down at you with a puzzled look on his face.
“You okay? Did I ask a hard question?” 
He continued to stare at you like he was studying you. It was equally slightly unnerving and exciting. “Curious.”
Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as Tech continued to stare at you. Even though it was comfortable outside, you could feel your cheeks starting to warm. “Uh, Tech?”
“Right, apologies. Flies rub their limbs together to clean them. It may seem illogical given their appetite for dirt, but this cleaning behavior is actually one of their primary activities as they rid themselves of physical and chemical residues and anything that can affect the sensors on their feet.” Tech said and you gave him another look before letting your hand fall and your eyes close again. 
Tech began to rattle off more facts and you did your best to come up with resulting questions. It was peaceful, and there was a part of you that wanted this to never end.
Abruptly, Tech stopped speaking and you squinted up at him. “Everything okay?” 
“Over there. It’s a brown marmorated stink bug. They are rare in this region.” He said and you sat up as quietly as you could. You reached for your glass jar that held the remains of your water, dumping it out on the grass. Very slowly, you climbed to your feet. “What are you doing?”
“You said they’re rare right? Let’s catch this one!” You whispered as you began moving quietly towards where the bug was perched on a nearby tree. 
“We should not harm it.” 
“Of course not. We’ll catch it in this jar to get a closer look and then let it go.” 
Tech slowly stood as well, quietly moving behind you as you approached. Just before you reached the bug, it took off. Both of you shared a look before following. It was hard for you to spot, but Tech seemed to know exactly where it was at all times, so he kept you both on the right path. The trees grew slightly thicker and you made probably too much noise crashing through the woods. 
The bug stopped high on a nearby tree. You didn’t even hesitate before clamoring onto a large nearby rock. 
“Please be careful.” Tech whispered, hands raised like he was concerned you would fall.
“Don’t worry Tech. I’ve got this.” You said, reaching slowly for the small stinky bug. Your foot slipped and you wobbled for a second before righting yourself. You felt the ghost of Tech’s hand appear at your back before disappearing again and you fought the warmth creeping up your neck. 
“Almost, got it.” You said more to yourself as you approached the unsuspecting bug. 
Two things then happened simultaneously. 
One. The rock shifted beneath you ever so slightly, but it was enough to set you off balance. 
Two. Now off balance, your foot slipped on the same spot as before and you began to pitch helplessly backwards. 
The jar slipped out of your hand and hit the forest floor with a soft thud. You looked at the tree and caught a glance of the bug hopping away as you fell backwards. 
You let out a yell of surprise before colliding with something hard. You tried to turn to catch your fall, but weren’t completely successful. Which meant the moment you hit solid ground, the air was thrust out of your lungs in one fell swoop. 
You gasped for air, desperate to breathe again. You coughed once, trying to get your breathing back to normal. Your back was killing you and your shoulder was aching from impact. 
It wasn’t until you felt the ground beneath you start moving that your current situation hit you. 
Your eyes snapped open and you were surprised to see Tech sprawled beneath you. 
“Kriff, are you okay??” You gasped. “I’m so sorry Tech!”
“It is alright. Are you unharmed?” He asked, voice a little scratchy. 
“Uh yeah. Are you sure you’re okay?” 
“Yes. I am fine.” 
You let out a breath of relief before tensing. Your face burned as you realized just how compromising of a situation this was. And suddenly all you could think about was getting out of it as fast as you could. 
You made a move to get up but were stopped by Tech’s hands gripping your waist. You didn’t move any further, instead raising your eyes to meet Tech’s that were already watching you. 
He had the same look as before. One you could only describe as fascination. 
It had your stomach fluttering in response.
“Remarkable.” Was all he said and you found yourself unable to respond. 
You again tried to move, but Tech’s hands held firm. 
“I have been conducting small experiments and I believe I have almost arrived at my conclusion. All I need to do is complete one final test.” He said and you narrowed your eyes at him.
“Okay?” 
“I would like you to kiss me.”
Your heart thudded in your chest as your face burned. “Wha - what? Why?”
“I told you before, I need to conduct one last test before I reach my conclusion.” He said, as if it was indisputable science fact. 
You blinked at him. “And to do that I have to kiss you?”
“You do not have to. Although I would prefer it.” 
You looked away from him briefly, trying to process his words. 
Was he serious?
He had to be. Tech never said anything he didn’t mean. 
But why you?
Why now?
“You’re serious?” Was what you finally settled on as you looked at him. 
He gave you a firm nod. “I am rarely unserious.” 
He’s got you there. 
“Alright, but stop me if you need to.” You stated, trying desperately to hype yourself up. 
“I will not need to, but thank you.”
Karking hells.
Before you could say anything else to delay it any longer or completely talk yourself out of it, you leaned down and kissed him. 
You didn’t want to overwhelm or push him so you kept it short and sweet, despite never wanting it to end once you started. He didn’t seem all that responsive, but you tried not to think too hard about that. 
You pulled back, eyes opening to gauge his reaction. 
He tilted his head slightly before opening his eyes and meeting yours. “Once more please.”
Maker, this man was going to be the death of you. 
But far be it from you to say no. 
This time when you leaned down and pressed your lips against his, he reacted by tightening his grip around you. You slumped further against him without realizing it and felt the rumble in his chest as he hummed. 
It was easy to get swept up in the feeling of kissing Tech and before you knew it, you were pulling away because you couldn’t breathe. Your forehead rested against his as you looked down at him, trying to gauge his reaction.
“Well? Did you reach your conclusion?” You asked breathlessly.
Tech nodded once. “I have. I have determined that my feelings towards you are more than platonic.”
You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face at his words. 
“Good because lucky for you, I feel the same way.” You replied and he met your gaze. 
“Excellent.” He said before raising his hand from its spot on your back to grip the side of your face, pulling you back down towards him. You smiled against him, more than happy to oblige in his request. 
The sun had climbed higher in the sky when you finally forced the two of you apart. The rest of the batch would be returning soon and it was important both of you were back and presentable before that happened. 
The short walk back to the Marauder was full of lingering glances and shy smiles. When you entered the clearing the ship was parked in, to your horror, you saw the rest of the batch was already back. 
Hunter shot you a knowing smile before heading into the ship and calling out to Wrecker instead. Crosshair opened his mouth, likely to make a snide comment, but you cut him off.
“We chased after a bug and it won.” You blurted and Crosshair rolled his eyes.
“Might want to pull the leaves out of your hair if you want that story to be believable doll.” He said before ditching his toothpick and heading into the ship.
“Not your doll!” You called after him, running a hand through your hair and catching several leaves. 
You turned when you felt another hand in your hair and you watched as Tech also removed a small leaf. You gave him a smile which he returned. You reached out, giving his hand a squeeze before turning and heading into the ship. 
You heard Tech follow behind you as you thought back to your moment shared in the woods. 
Who knew hearing bug facts could have such a wonderful outcome? 
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maarrgarr · 9 months
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The Unknown Heir.
part eleven.
masterlist of the Unknown Heir.
Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.
Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.
Warning: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.
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Indeed, when you arrived at the infirmary, there was your son, sitting on one of the stretchers. When he saw you, he jumped down and ran to you, "Mommy!" he said, you heard a gasp from the student. "He's-He's a miniature Gojo-sensei!" she exclaimed and pointed at Ryu as if he were a bug. You sighed, you had forgotten that you weren't alone, you didn't know whether to worry or not, you didn't know the girl and you didn't know if you were going to be able to convince her not to say anything to Satoru.
"Listen girl, I ask you please don't say anything to Gojo, yes?. If you want I'll explain later but don't say anything to him" you asked her and she, noticing that you were serious, just nodded.
You explained to Shoko what had happened to the student and soon she began to heal her with her technique.
"I missed you" your son told you as he hugged your legs, you almost exploded with love. You picked him up and did a quick spin, making him laugh, "Me too sweetie", although in reality it hadn't been that long since you left him with Ieiri. "Mommy" you looked at your son when he called you and he made a sign for you to come closer, "I want to go to the bathroom" he expressed and from his facial expression, it seemed that he was holding back for a long time.
Ryusei was a little shy child, perhaps due to the fact that in these years since he was born he was surrounded by very few people, and the main one was you, but he was also someone who did not have a hard time gaining confidence quickly, he was a combination between Satoru and you . So it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't tell Shoko who wanted to go to the bathroom and was waiting for you to come back.
"Ieiri, I'll be right back" she just nodded and continued healing the student. You grabbed Ryu by the hand and went to the bathroom. He entered and you waited for him outside. Once he was done, you made him wash his hands and you both left.
You were arriving at the infirmary when, for some reason, you ran into Shoko, she quickly approached you and said "Gojo, it's inside and is asking where you are" you opened your eyes and you quickly went back where you came from, but Shoko stopped you "I'll take Ryu, you go to the infirmary" you agreed, Shoko and Ryu left and you headed to the infirmary. When you entered you saw that the student was lying on one of the stretchers sleeping, while on the other side, leaning against one of the walls with his arms crossed, was Gojo. Even if he had the bandages on, you could feel him staring at you.
"Why did you beg me to let you bring her if you're not going to be here?" His tone was cold, although you had almost gotten used to that, "I went to the bathroom" you excused yourself, he pushed away from the wall and approached you. "What if something happened to her while you weren't here? It was going to be because of your irresponsibility-" you interrupted him with your click of the tongue, "Really? The most irresponsible person in the world, Gojo Satoru, is scolding me just because I was gone for a few minutes. Please don't fuck with me", you told him tired of his attitude. "What do you know if I'm irresponsible or not? Don't act like you know me, you haven't done it for years". They both knew that the discussion was getting personal, and just when you were about to answer something that might have made everything worse, someone interrupted them.
"Sorry to interrupt you" Mei Mei's voice made you two move away quickly, and that's when you realized how close you had been all this time. "Do you know where Ieiri is?" she asked, "I think she went out to smoke" you answered waiting for her to leave, her presence made you feel a bit uncomfortable since she knew about Ryu and you weren't sure if she was really going to keep the secret. You noticed how she fixed her gaze for a second on the teenager who was sleeping or pretending to, and then she walked around the room as if she was looking for something, which gave you a bad feeling.
Suddenly she turned around, she looked at you and asked: "And where is your son?". For a moment you closed your eyes, clenched your jaw, and felt a strong desire to kill her, but you suppressed it. A tense atmosphere formed in the room and you could feel how Gojo was looking at you, you didn't know it in a good or bad way, you just felt his strong gaze on you.
"You what?" he asked. On his side, Satoru couldn't believe what he just heard. It was something I couldn't process. It was as if a bucket of cold water fell on top of he. He just couldn't believe it.
"I-I have a son" was the only thing you could answer. The nerves invaded your whole body. And not knowing what Satoru was thinking only made them worse.
Suddenly and without saying anything, he left the room.
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SEASON TWO IS OUT!!!! I AM TOO HAPPY!!!!
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thatfuckinjester · 3 months
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YES! I love the bug but I need to see him suffer because it helps me process my own abandonment issues
same lovely, same. and btw what i wrote is based about this and this then what i usually write (omega and aether finding phantom and calming him down)
you can read here on ao3 or under the cut <3
also i was listening to bloodflowers by the cure so that's the name of the fic
This Night Always Falls Again And These Flowers Will Always Die
Phantom was leaning on the wall, hugging his legs close to his chest and his chin resting on his knees.
It's been hours. Or maybe days. He stopped keeping track of time long ago.
Maybe time stopped on itself when Aether came back.
There were tears on his face, well dried tears streaks now, it was itchy and annoying and he wanted to wipe them away, but he wouldn't move.
He can't move until Papa will come to send him back.
It was cold, so so so cold, but Phantom was only wearing pajama pants and a faded, soft tee.
That one specific shirt used to bring him comfort, it was something that Papa gave him on the night he was summoned.
Now, after Swiss growled at him not to wear Aether's old clothes he buried the shirt under the mattress of his bed, it felt like it was choking him, like it was burning his skin, but he deserved it.
The lights were out, he has tried turning them on a few days ago but it didn't work, maybe they have cut of the electricity to his room because he wouldn't be needed anymore.
The floor wasn't even cold anymore and he lost the feeling in his fingers a long time ago, his legs were starting to fall asleep too so Phantom knows that he should move, probably take a shower and clean around so he wouldn't leave it a mess and he could just sleep restlessy until Papa would come knocking on his door, telling him that it's time to go.
He clenched his eyes shut as he moved his legs to lay in front of him, the numb, static like feeling climbing up his muscles and a tear fell down his face, going down the path that the already dried tears mapped on his face.
"Please," He whispered to no one, like it would even matter , like it could change anything, and lightly smashed the back of his head against the wall, taking a deep breath through his nose and exhaling through the mouth.
And Phantom stood up. Slowly, using the wall to support him as his whole body shaked from sitting like that for so long, his head felt like it was floating before he blinked a few times, clearing his vision a bit.
He started with making the bed, with most of his things still packed away, all he got out was a few clothes that he wanted but he hasn't left his room in so long now so it wouldn't matter if he changed out of them or no.
He spreaded the blanket on his bed a few times, the blanket slipping out of his hold a few times before he did it right, and then he pushed all the clothes that he could find back to the suitcase he used and everything was as clean as he could get it to, he opened the window.
The cold air hit Phantom's face like a slap and suddenly he felt awake, alive, and he felt the need to go out, to see the stars again, until they will have to send him back.
So he stumbled out of his room in the middle of the night, when everyone was sound asleep, it felt dangerous, like he was going to be punished for it but he was already getting sent back so it didn't matter.
It was raining yet it was so hot outside, or maybe it was just his skin heating up.
He walked slowly on his shaking legs, and there was a lot of mud on the way, it was sticking to his feet in a way that made him want to cry but he truly doesn't have any tears left.
And after forever he finally reached the old tree he always saw from his (not his anymore) bedroom window, he leaned against it, slowly sliding down and resting against the solid tree, his eyes looking at the stars from afar and he smiled.
Phantom has no idea how much time has passed, and suddenly someone was touching his shoulder and he looked at them from the side of his eyes just to see a face he doesn't recognize, deeo down he known that he know them, or supposed to at least, but he just doesn't.
So he keeps looking at the stars, even though the sun is out now and it's hard to point them out, but if he focus enough he can see them, and that's all he wants.
More faces that he should recognize but doesn't come around, worried voices and words that he can't understand, Some of them were already crying. He couldn't.
And then he sat next to him. Papa was oh so close to him and his breath catched in his throat.
Papa was saying something, and Phantom kept looking ahead while trying so hard to remember how words work and what they mean.
And then he ripped his eyes away from the sky, from his stars, and looked at Papa, most likely stopping him in the middle of a sentence while he asked something so rude, something he knew that Papa would lie about because he's that nice, but Phantom needed it, even if it's just a lie.
"Can you promise me that being sent back won't hurt as much as being pulled from the pit was?"
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tags; morningstar! ithaqua, gn! survivor! reader, yandere vibes! ithaqua, canon-typical violence, obsessive and unhealthy behavior, toxic dynamic, it's morningstar y'all he may be pretty but he ain't a good person, reader also isn't the most stable, i wrote this in the span of 2 ✈️ flights.
summary; only he can destroy the sun in your heart. nobody else but him. and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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this is an unspoken contract, written in spilt blood.
a contract between you and him, both entrapped within the large, spiky gates that dares and threatens the world to find out just what is happening beyond.
it is a secret, known to none but you two.
oletus manor has over time forged you into someone you can no longer recognize. looking in the mirror is impossible without witnessing the empty shell standing before you, staring back at your dull eyes. even now you somehow have a distinct, sharp awareness that you had stepped through these gates with a wish in mind, but you have long forgotten what it was.
constant “games” twist your mind’s perceptions and play with your innermost fears and desires, and you have probably been spiked with some drug before, since sometimes your memories either feel overwhelmingly vivid enough to leave tingles on your skin for days or you have no recollection whatsoever. at times, your stomach feels like maggots are chewing inside - perhaps it’s an aftereffect.
over and over and over.
whenever someone gets injured, you don’t have the energy to care. at some point, the cuts and wounds that you originally noticed are no longer tended for.
your body, fully used to the pain, has grown completely numb.
you know that, and while fear slowly seeps into your heart upon that realization, you can’t bring yourself to care at this point.
everything is the same… until you find yourself before a face you don’t recognize. his silver braided hair contrasts with his black attire and an orangish red cape, and his axe is large, but he doesn’t seem to have trouble wielding it.
what stands out to you the most though is his mask. it only covers the upper half of his face, so you can see a wide smile that almost goes ear to ear, but his eyes are completely hidden by that black crown-like mask with a single faced sun in the center where his forehead is. chains surround it; it would surely give any normal person shivers down their spine.
everything about this person screams danger.
but you had twisted your ankle trying to turn on your heel and slam the pallet on him, so now you are rendered unable to move, sitting on the ground while holding your ankle and staring blankly up at that ominous mask.
“you,” he starts, his voice laced with a sweet poison that makes your palms sweat and your heart beat right out of your chest, “just tried to stun me, didn’t you?” he breaks the pallet like crushing a bug with those sharp stilts. “yet you couldn’t do it. how pathetic.”
even while calling you pathetic, he can’t conceal a sadistic giggle from escaping his lips.
“anyone would do the same,” you reply flatly, narrowing your eyes.
“really now? then care to tell me why everyone else trembles like a leaf in front of me? but whatever.” he lifts his axe, and you widen your eyes, half in fear and half in awe at his graceful motion and the way his axe gleams beneath the moonlight. “we can change that.”
you can’t avoid the blow. the blade of the axe digs into your skin near your shoulder. you feel the warmth of your own blood spilling from the wound, and that familiar dullness spreads around that area.
it’s a numbing type of pain. it’s not enough.
just then, an idea pops into your mind. it’s a crazy idea - certainly not one a normal person would even dream to ideate. but for days, perhaps months or years, any sense of normalcy has been robbed from you.
you grab the handle of the blade and push it in deeper. gradually, with more blood staining your clothes, the dull ache grows more sharp.
it is a more genuine, raw pain - a sensation you haven’t felt in such a long time. as strange as it sounds, it makes you feel alive for the first time in who knows how long.
you’re honestly relieved to know you still have some semblance of humanity left in you, but on the other hand, the axe-wielding hunter seems puzzled. that maniacal smile is replaced with a slight frown, from which you can sense confused curiosity.
“deeper,” you say, “aren’t you going to make me tremble before you ‘like a leaf’? if so, then push it in deeper.”
at first, the hunter seems to be contemplating something, completely still as if he is a statue. then his lips stretch into a grin. he complies with your request, digging his axe in until you wince and tears start to sting your eyes before he withdraws it.
through your tear-blurred vision, you can make out the hunter’s sick glee.
if it’s him… if he has that smile on his face, then i don’t mind.
your head starts to spin as you try to stand while putting most of your weight on the ankle that’s not twisted. the hunter takes hold of one of your shoulders with one hand and cups your cheek with the other, his claws digging into your skin in both places. he applies pressure to the wound though to help a little with the bleeding.
now that you can see him a lot closer, he looks very much like a normal boy. not really non-human in any way. you imagine under that mask of his is just a normal face you would be able to see down the street.
it is clear from your interactions, though, that he’s got one too many screws loose.
“let me break you,” he says, “let me destroy the sun in your heart, and then i’ll give you a new world.” his voice is gentle but deceptive, holding the poisonous allure of a demon.
you know that, but you are still drawn in hopelessly. “it can only be you,” you reply in between uneven breaths, “nobody else - only you.”
the hunter’s grin widens, and he leans in to whisper in your ear.
“i have a feeling we’ll get along very well.”
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I just got the chance to watch a full playthrough of Jedi: Survivor (I haven’t the funds to be able to play it myself 😭), and IDK if it’s just me but there were two things that bugged me. The first one being just how casual Cal seemed to be about killing his enemies— obviously he killed mooks in the first game, but in this game heads were rolling left and right, seemingly without a care in the world.
And that brings me to the second thing; I’m not certain it was just this guy’s playthrough or not, but it bugged me that the Dark Side was not only used as a significant power up, but seemed necessary to complete the final boss fight of the game without insta-dying. Obviously the Dark Side can feel like it’s more powerful in the moment, but the way the game seemed to passively encourage you to use it without consequence. Again, I haven’t played it, so I don’t know that for certain, but it certainly looks that way.
What are your thoughts on the matter?
I think the important thing to remember about Cal's story is that it's a video game and video games, by necessity, are going to be told a different way than the usual narrative. Cal is always going to have to kill a lot of enemies without it being that big of a deal because that's how these kinds of video games WORK. He's going to murder basically every stormtrooper and Imperial officer he comes across because that's the mechanics of the game. But we see that he offers the Ninth Sister mercy initially, he doesn't WANT to kill her, he only does so because she begs him to and it's more merciful to kill her than leave her alive. It's not cold-blooded murder. Same with Bode, he doesn't WANT to kill Bode and he TRIES to get Bode to stop so that he doesn't have to, but Bode refuses and Cal has to defend himself.
If you want to try to look at a more in-narrative reason for why Cal kills a little more often, Cal is a Jedi in a time when it's a death sentence to be a Jedi and the support he has is incredibly minimal. NORMALLY, Jedi wouldn't kill this much, but Cal is openly a Jedi and openly fighting the Empire to the point that his face is displayed really prominently on wanted posters in the middle of Coruscant. He's a huge target and he's trying to take down a galactic Empire. That's not something you can do peacefully and it takes everything he has just to survive. He's not living in a time of peace nor does he have the support of a major organization like the Republic to back him up the way he was supposed to, so he can't necessarily get away with being more merciful here. So yeah, he's more willing to kill stormtroopers and Imperial officers when necessary on a mission (and it's OFTEN necessary). While I don't think that necessarily indicates bad writing or anything, I DO think that it makes sense that Cal, as someone who's been doing this for five years now, isn't holding back very much.
Also, the storyline in this game is all about Cal having to struggle with his own darkness. In Fallen Order it was more about Cal figuring out what it means to be a Jedi, he's going around helping people a lot and seeing how other people are fighting against the Empire. In Survivor, he's been Knighted already and he's been out there fighting for five years. Everyone he cared about has wandered off to do their own thing and he has to build up a new crew that are almost all immediately killed off, starting Cal's struggle with darkness and feeling abandoned and losing his hope. He's confident now, and he is slowly losing more and more of the things he started to rely on, and that comfort with killing evolves into his more literal struggle with the dark side and having to let go of his own anger and fear and pain. He CAN'T use darkness to kill, he can't kill out of anger. And that's exactly what he does. It's hard, he nearly loses it, but he's able to hold himself back just enough to keep himself from completely falling. So while I think it's UNDERSTANDABLE that Cal, as a Jedi openly fighting against the Empire during this time period, would be more willing to kill people than show mercy in order to complete a mission, it's also part of the overall story being told about Cal in this game.
For the final battle, you DO have to use the dark side power-up thing in the fight, but the fight itself is just game mechanics, the CUT SCENES are the important story bits. Cal wins that fight WITHOUT killing Bode, he makes a whole speech about letting go, and then he turns away and when he DOES kill Bode, it's not with the power-up, it's not out of anger, it's just basic self defense. It's not entirely unlike Obi-Wan vs Maul in TPM where Obi-Wan IS sort-of reacting out of anger and a desire for vengeance earlier on but has to let that go BEFORE he kills Maul. Luke COULD kill Vader out of anger, we see how close he gets, but he ultimately chooses not to because he recognizes he shouldn't. Cal's fight with Bode is following in those same footsteps narratively. He DOES pull on darkness during the fight, but he's ultimately able to let go and doesn't KILL Bode with that darkness at all. It's a pretty basic Jedi storyline we've seen a few times before.
When dealing with video games that are telling the story, it's very important to separate the video game mechanics from the actual story. Quite often, the story itself isn't told through the regular gameplay and the gameplay can even contradict the story we're being told. For example, if you keep playing Survivor after the final battle with Bode, you can STILL USE THE DARK SIDE POWER UP even though Cal has NARRATIVELY moved away from that darkness already and would theoretically not actually be using it anymore at all and certainly not in like... regular little battles against the local wildlife. You can also obviously utilize it that way between the moment you DO get the power-up and the final battle, even though Merrin has already talked about how dangerous it is and asked Cal not to use it. The power-up in game mechanics is JUST a power-up, it has no character impact at all to use it. It's just another tool in your arsenal until you get to the cut scenes. What the dialogue is telling us is almost directly contradicted by how the gameplay works.
Hopefully this helps you a little. I like the characters and the story enough that I'm willing to sort-of work with what they give me to create a narrative that fits the way I want it to. I think there's a good story in Survivor about the impact of being a survivor of a genocide and having to fight against the people who want you dead for YEARS. I generally like the way that's handled and the messages being sent in this story. I think there's areas that are a little awkward and moments I like slightly less, but overall I really enjoyed it.
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