#will probably revisit this for future touch ups

[tunamayojazz]

inuokkotober day 1: clan

#inuokkotober #inuokko #ottoge #inumaki toge #inumaki #okkotsu yuta #yuuta #okkotsu yuuta #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #art #this was fun to do!! im always down for drawing inumaki clan angst ehuek #it needs to be said that yuta is very gently holding toge's hand #will probably revisit this for future touch ups #it wanna do more linework liddis

[callme-holly]

Hii!! I love your blog <3 Can I request a Johnny Cade x fem!reader who’s a soc but is really nice to him and the gang? I prefer if they met in school!

"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮…" [𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - not entirely sure how I feel about this... it's a little all over the place and I apologise for that but, hey, I tried. I might revisit it in the future and edit it. Not proof-read!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 2.1k words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing, Dally being Dally, and Johnny Cade being a total sweetheart <33

You were the last person Johnny Cade expected to find himself falling for. 

You were everything that he wasn’t; gentle, pure, honest. You stuck to the right side of the tracks, never looking for any sort of trouble or conflict, content with what you knew was right and proper. You had money and a place to call home,  parents who cared for you, and, most importantly, you had your whole life laid out in front of you on a silver platter. You were everything Dally had instructed Johnny to avoid in a girl, telling him that he'd only wind up getting hurt if he associated himself with you. 

“You'd be better off without her, man,” Dally had warned, a cigarette between his lips as he fumbled with his lighter. “Girls like that only want one thing and once they’ve got it, they kick ya to the curb and leave ya to the dogs.” 

Johnny frowned, breaking his gaze away from where he had been watching you instead of the movie being projected onto the screen in front of him. The way you smiled and the way your head tipped back when you laughed... it was all so perfect to him. It seemed impossible that someone like you would do such a thing, and Johnny told his buddy just that. 

Dally had laughed at him, earning a few harsh glares from the people sitting around them. 

“She's a soc, Johnny,” Dally said, voice quieting down as he took a drag from his cigarette. “She doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself.” 

“Yeah,” Johnny mumbled, picking absently at his nails. “You're probably right…”

Dallas scoffed. “Probably? I am right, man,” He nodded to the movie, kicking his feet up on the chair in front of him. “Now, eyes on the screen. I didn't sneak you in here for you to just stare at some broad. You fall for her, you’re gonna get your feelings hurt.” 

But it was already too late, and Johnny couldn't take his eyes off of you as you moved past him in the halls to get to your locker. You looked perfect and he was so transfixed by you that he hardly noticed the group of socs approaching him until one of them grabbed a hold of his shoulder, their grasp a little harder than was probably necessary. 

The touch was enough to make Johnny jump, and his attention was quickly drawn away from you and to the boys surrounding him. 

“You got a staring problem, grease?” One of them asked gruffly, his face twisted into an unpleasant scowl. Johnny recognized him as one of the boys who had given Dally a rough time a little while back; apparently he still hadn't learned his lesson. 

He shook his head, eyes flicking down to his beat up converse. “Nah,” he murmured quietly, shifting uneasily from foot to foot as the boys loomed over him, circling him the same way a group of vultures would a dying animal.  They looked as though they could rip him apart, tear him limb from limb right in front of the entire school, not caring who saw them or what consequences they would face, if any at all. 

Johnny shivered, suddenly feeling very cold and very out of place. He stood up a little straighter. “I’m good, really.” He looked anywhere but them. “No problem here…” 

The boys snickered. The one holding his arm tightened his grip even more, leaning closer to him. “If there's no problem then why are you staring at my girl, huh?” 

Johnny froze. “Y-your girl?”

“Yep,” The guy smirked, his teeth bared in a grin that was anything but friendly and Johnny wanted nothing more than to turn and flee.  

Footsteps caught his attention, a new sound to add to the din of the hall, and he lifted his head up, expecting to see another soc ready to give him hell… But, what he found instead was you, a frown gracing your features, hands placed firmly on your hips. 

“Let him go.” 

Your tone left no room for arguments and the boys all paused, sharing glances between them, before the first one released Johnny, sending the dark-haired greaser stumbling backwards with an unceremonious shove and a look of pure disgust. 

Johnny stood frozen, watching you carefully as you stalked towards him. The boys made way for you easily, stepping aside with a mocking bow of respect before walking away, casting wary glances towards you as you neared. 

The dark haired boy swallowed, trying hard not to shrink beneath your gaze. It felt wrong for someone like you to be standing up for someone like him, and he hated that he was somehow deserving of your kindness. 

“You okay?” Your soft concern broke through the haze of fear that clouded his mind, making his shoulders sag in relief.

He nodded slowly, heart thudding in his chest as your gaze softened a little more. The way your brow crinkled as you watched him only served to remind him how gone he truly was for you. God, what was he thinking? A pretty girl like you wouldn't dare look twice at some scrawny, no good greaser like himself. 

Your hand reached out and he barely registered you touching him before he jumped again at the sudden contact, causing you to recoil almost instantly, your arm dropping to your side. Your eyes widened in surprise, and Johnny tried not to wince at the sight. 

“Sorry,” You mumbled, turning away and shuffling your feet nervously. “I-”

“No, no.” He quickly interjected, trying desperately to salvage whatever small amount of dignity he might have left. “It's fine... ya just startled me…” He trailed off, unable to continue on after his blunder. The words sounded lame, even to his own ears, and he felt his cheeks flush red in embarrassment. He was making himself look like a complete fool in front of you, and he hoped beyond hope that he hadn’t scared you off. 

You bit your lip, nodding silently. 

“You sure?” You asked tentatively, and Johnny gave you a smile despite his best efforts.

“Yeah, man, don't worry 'bout it.” 

Silence stretched between the two of you, and Johnny was almost afraid to speak in case he said something wrong, something stupid. You were beautiful, but what was he supposed to say to someone like you? He didn't know how to interact with you. Hell, he was fairly certain you didn't even know his name. How pathetic was that? 

He let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding, looking down at his shoes once more, finally opening his mouth to say something, anything, however, you beat him to it. 

“You hang around with Dallas Winston, don’t you?” 

Johnny gave a slow nod in response, unsure on what Dally had to do with all of this. Had he said something to you? God, please say he hadn’t told you anything… 

You let out a small hum, glancing down at your own shoes and then back up. “You don't seem like the type to hang out with guys like him. You're too nice.”

Johnny blinked. “Nice?” He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. “You don't even know me... For all you know, I might be as bad as Dally.” 

You laughed softly. “Maybe, maybe not.” Your expression grew more serious as you spoke, eyes locked on his. “But something tells me there’s more to you than people make out.” 

Johnny stared blankly at you, not really knowing what to say in response. There didn't seem to be any malicious intent behind your words and the softness with which you said it filled him with a strange sense of comfort. He wondered briefly if you were making fun of him, mocking him for his background, besides, you were you. You had no right to be talking to someone like Johnny Cade. He was practically a nobody in the grand scheme of things; he couldn't possibly compare to the other Socs in terms of looks. He wasn't rich, or popular... he was just... plain old Johnny.

And yet you were still standing up for him…

Before he could dwell on it any longer, the bell rang overhead, cutting the tension between the both of you short, and you glanced upwards, catching Johnny’s eye once more.

“I should go…” Your tone was hesitant, and he nodded once more, biting his lower lip.

“Right..”

For a moment, you just looked at each other, and he wondered whether he'd ever get the chance to talk to you again. Would you even spare him the time of day after this? Probably not.

He watched as you turned on your heel, starting back towards your locker before abruptly stopping and spinning around once more.

“I'll see you around, Johnny Cade.” And with one final smile in his direction, you were gone, swept up into the crowd of rowdy high schoolers that flooded the halls, leaving Johnny alone. 

The greaser stood stock still, breath caught in his throat, as a small tentative smile crept its way onto his face. 

She knew his name... 

After that first encounter, it became near impossible for you to avoid Johnny Cade. 

It seemed that wherever you went, he was there too, and before you knew it, the pair of you had formed what could only be described as a sort of strange friendship. He always managed to find you, no matter the place, and when he needed to escape from his family for a little while, he found himself going to you. You didn’t mind, of course, in fact, you quite enjoyed being around him. He was calm, grounded, respectful; you appreciated that about him as much as anything else. He seemed to open up to you too. He would go on for hours about his friends and how he loved them more than his real family, how his parents seemed to never stop arguing, and how the Socs treated him inside and outside of school. He confided in you about his problems, sometimes crying, sometimes getting so angry that you were forced to hold him close until he calmed down, whispering soft words of reassurance to him as he sobbed into your shoulder. 

He trusted you, not because you were kind and gentle, but because he could tell by your eyes that you genuinely cared for him and that scared him. What could you possibly see in someone like him? Was he even worth anyone's affection? Why did you waste your time worrying about him and wanting to help him? How could anyone care about someone so worthless?

The first person he had mentioned you to was Ponyboy. He had told him everything once night at the lot  and, although he had tried, his friend was unable to hide the surprise written across his face.

“Wait, so all those times you've been missing from group hangouts... are they all because you've been with her?”

Johnny nodded curtly, refusing to meet Pony's gaze. “I really like her,” he confessed quietly, “She makes me, I dunno, happy.” 

And it was then that Ponyboy Curtis knew that you may not be as bad as he’d thought. He wasn't blind. Johnny had looked happier these past few weeks, smiling more often and laughing more loudly. He didn't miss the look on the greaser’s face as you walked by, didn't miss the way his eyes light up and his lips quirk up into a smile. He was in love with you and Ponyboy  was going to everything he could to convince Johnny to confess to you.

A few weeks later, he had succeeded. It had taken a lot of work and a lot of coaxing on dear old Sodapop’s behalf, but he had finally managed to make Johnny ask you on a date. It had been awkward, and Johnny had almost backed out, but he found that it was worth every second for the smile that had graced your features when you'd finally agreed to go to the movies with him later that night. He could have cried on the spot, eyes sparkling with excitement as he smiled shyly at you. 

Needless to say, it had come as a major shock to everyone when Johnny had shown up at the Curtis' doorstep one Sunday evening, your finger linked with his, looking every bit like an excited puppy. 

They were wary of you as you introduced yourself, Dally glaring daggers at you from his spot on the floor, but Johnny didn't seem to notice, dragging you over to the couch to sit with him. The gang had never seen their friend so content, so utterly relaxed as he was now, and as you struck up conversation with Steve and Two-bit they couldn’t help but soften a little towards you. Sure, you were a soc, someone who they never thought would end up sitting on the Curtis' couch, holding hands with Johnny Cade, but if  he was happy, well, they weren't exactly complaining. 

Besides, what's one more member to their little dysfunctional family? 

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews

[broken-heart-raven-queen]

I have a lot of theories sorrounding Jeremy's last "Please" in TSC so I would list them here to revisit in the future. Feel free to share yours:

1. "Please, let me in" said in a sad tone, tired of seeing Jean suffering alone and wanting to help him. He could or could not be touching Jean's cheek/hand while saying this.

2. "Please, wake up, please." Said near a hospital bed with a broken voice and tears in his eyes after he found Jean after his last attempt. They might have argued before this just to make it sadder.

3. "Jean, Please." Begging while doing it... But this is tricky because I have sub theories about it.

i. They would argue after it.

ii. Something bad would happen to Jean.

iii. One of them (probably Jean) would have second thoughts about this and stop all. If it's Jean he would probably have a bad flashback and spiral and Jeremy would try to reassure him but Jean would not let him.

4. "Jean, pass the ball, please." Playing exy, trying to get Jean accustomed to the Troyans way of working as a team.

#aftg #all for the game #aftg brainrot #nora sakavic #aftg incorrect quotes #jeremy knox #jean moreau #jerejean #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc please #please #aftg thoughts #tsc theories #jeremy saying the las please in tsc1

[wuahae]

✶ seventeen, after it all ends.

post-breakup hcs, ft. hip hop unit

-> performance | vocal

the phone rings at 2AM, and seungcheol immediately knows it's you. it's becoming all too familiar, he laments distantly—the neon numbers blinking on his bedside, the three rings he lets pass before inevitably answering on the fourth, the voice that greets him on the other end of the line. ("hi, cheol," you utter quietly, and it's like he's back at the starting line, still gathering up the courage to tear himself away.) he wants to blame his lack of resilience on the hour, the repeatedly promised 'one last time,' but seungcheol knows he ends up here every single time because he would rather you cry with him than alone. he's not anything to you anymore, seungcheol tells himself, but he can taste the lie before it even forms on his tongue, the way it tangles itself between late night calls and quiet words and—("i'm sorry, cheol," the nickname feels like a mottled bruise, a confession tumbling soon after. like defeat in the admittance. "i didn't know who else to call." you always sound so hurt when seungcheol hears you speak; he wonders if it's his fault.) seungcheol knows better than anyone that he can't keep doing this with you, that it's unhealthy and you both need to move on, that he can't keep letting things linger as a pitiful attempt to ease his guilt, but old habits die hard; seungcheol wonders if this is just becoming another.

wonwoo finds an old note you'd written a week after, tucked away into a borrowed book you'd forgotten to take back. it wasn't anything special or profound, just a little bookmark put for a future-him to find, "this made me think of you," scrawled on the sides and in the margins and page numbers for passages you thought he would like. the annotations speak in a language all by themselves, care crafted into each word, each stroke, and somehow, he sees you in it all. (how had you put it again? like it was memories permanently inked into paper, a version of yourself you could always come back to.) they say that to love is to lose, and that grief is just love with no place left to go, but wonwoo can't seem to care about the accuracy of poetry and prose when he is still mourning of someone lost to him forever. ("don't be a stranger," you had reminded him softly, the day you left, but you both knew it was all wishful thinking than an actual promise. in the end it would all be the same— a forced blank slate, a version of himself grappling with a soul still shaped like you.) wonwoo supposes it's a little too late to feign ignorance and give the book back to you, lovenote tucked back in; it would be cruel for him to insist on making you revisit a past scratched and scribbled and thrown away. he runs a hand over the paper, ink under skin, heart in throat, and closes the book. even if he came back it would never, ever be the same.

mingyu can't hear anything over the roaring of his ears. he can't remember much from the night either, something about his lost phone he probably left on the uber here, fumbling favors from a nearby stranger, something else distant and fuzzy that lead him to sitting on the curb outside waiting for—"mingyu." (oh. it's you.) your voice strikes clean through the fog, but mingyu only manages to utter your name; the muffled bass playing from inside the bar still thrums in his bones. you sigh quietly, taking a seat next to him, arms touching. (it burns, the forgotten familiarity. "let's get you home, okay?" you nudge gently, and mingyu has to remember that home doesn't mean the same thing to you anymore.) it isn't until you're parked outside of his apartment that you ask the burning question ("why did you call me?") and he answers truthfully ("your number was the only one i remembered."). your eyes flicker with the confession and he almost wants to take it back, his secrets displayed raw, but hidden truths already start to spill out of mingyu's mouth, things he's been wanting to say for months. (i'm sorry," he ends up saying, eventually. "i really loved you, you know?" he thinks he still does.) some would call it drunken courage but mingyu thinks it's just his sober cowardice instead. maybe if he had said it when it mattered, 'home' would still be you.

it's been two months, and vernon still hasn't figured out how to break the news. he practices it in his head more times than he can count, drafting and erasing and rewriting the right words to tell his family that you and him are over, but it all falls flat the minute he tries to get them past his lips. some days he gets close, the first few words spoken before his mom interrupts asking how you are; other days, the words die before they even have the chance to form, all amounting to a wooden tongue, a puff of empty air. his sister knows, vernon thinks, the way she shoots him a look half-pity half-judgement every time he tries to bring it up. maybe you were the one to tell her, or maybe she had just figured it out all by herself, but it comforts him, in a strange way—like he's not alone in his unintentionally kept secret. ("dad wants to know if you're able to come over for christmas," vernon tells you over the phone, and the line goes silent. vernon winces, already anticipating what comes after. "have you..." you start carefully, "...not told them?") a part of him wants to say that it's all a matter of luck and timing, that he just hasn't found the right time and he'll do it soon, he promises, but the rest of him knows that it's all just excuses. (vernon is scared, he thinks, still trying to stall the sinking feeling that there truly is no coming back after he tells his family. it feels more like admitting it to himself, carving it into stone, cementing it into the ground where his love lies buried.) vernon says that his biggest problem is figuring out how to break the news, but really, it's figuring out how to let you go.

#seventeen reactions #seventeen headcanons #seventeen imagines #svt headcanons #svt scenarios #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol imagines #scoups x reader #scoups imagines #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagines #vernon x reader #vernon imagines #hansol x reader #hansol imagines #seventeen angst

[dragonnarrative-writes]

GhostGaz Week - date night // “sleep with me”

CW: Use of weed/cannabis, intoxication, a single kiss, He/They genderqueer Kyle in a skirt, Simon refers to him as a guy, future bed sharing

Weed always makes Simon feel hazy and relaxed in ways that alcohol doesn’t, so he doesn’t quite hear what his mate’s friend has asked him over the music playing in the other room. He rolls his head against the back of the couch to look at him again. “Mm. Wha’ssat, love?”

Gaz chuckles and reaches out to touch his arm. He’s the most beautiful guy Simon’s ever seen in a crop top and peasant skirt. Definitely worth the hassle of leaving the house to come to a party. “A bit too high, babes?”

“Moight be,” Simon admits. He can’t help but smile, even though he can feel the scar on his cheek pulling. “Feel good ‘s all.”

“Yeah? Too high to go grab takeaway with me?”

Simon thinks about it, wiggles his toes. “Could eat. Have I told you I like your skirt? Whole outfit, really.”

“That so?” Gaz has a playful light in his eyes that makes Simon think he’s probably already complimented Gaz one too many times. “You gonna take me on a date, sweet boy?”

“Mm, can’t,” Simon says, reaching out to touch the material over Gaz’s knee. It’s coarser than he expected, a really nice texture. He’s almost distracted from finishing the thought. “Can’t take you on a takeaway date. Need somethin’ nice. Italian or summin’.”

Gaz tips his head back and laughs. Then he shuffles closer, to lean into Simon’s shoulder. Kyle is so close Simon can feel the way their breaths puff against each other. One of Kyle’s hands comes up to scritch through the hair at the nape of his neck. If his body wasn’t so heavy, Simon would probably jump up and run away with nervous energy. As it is, all he can feel is a familiar yearning to close the distance and see if Kyle’s lips are as soft as they look.

“You want to take me to a nice Brunch spot?” Kyle’s eyes are sparkling as he asks.

“Uh huh,” Simon says, thoughts stuttering between kissing Kyle and fancy french toast and eggs. Damn he’s hungry and Kyle is so damn pretty.

Something must flicker across his face because Kyle leans in and kisses him. Before Simon can press in to deepen it, he pulls away with a grin. “Let’s get takeaway, and we can re-visit this in the morning.”

“Uh huh,” Simon sighs. Kyle’s lips are the slightest bit glossy.

“Sleep with me, tonight,” Kyle says.

“Uh huh.”

Kyle grins. “Just to sleep, babes.”

Simon hums, makes himself sit back and meet Kyle’s eyes. “Yeah, too high for a date. Revisit in the morning.”

@ghostgazweek

#GhostGazWeek #dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #gaz appreciation nation #manic pixie dream ghost #ghostgaz #another one that might get expanded because I just want them to be happy and cute together

[pinkish-purple]

Just a small opinion thing on stuff i read people say about Side Orders story.

I think people vastly overexaggerate when they talk about Side Order's story, going as far to say that there is no story at all, which is simply not true.

While the story doesn't introduce any new concepts or offer shocking relevations, it odes touch on a bunch of smaller elements from the earlier games:

• We got information on what Agent 8 was up to in the time between S2 and S3

• The interactions between Pearl and Marina

• The introduction or Acht as an actual character

• Sn insight into Marinas past while living in the domes

• An actual explanation of Sanitization as well as Marinas efforts to find a way to help sanitized victims

Additionally it touches on Marinas fear of change and how she has overcome it in the time since the Final Fest by accepting it as a part of life.

I just think that people had higher expectations for the story, probably due to multiple factor. Octo Expansion had set the bar quite high, but the marketing also had a big role to play in this. The first teaser we got with its very abstract concept art has set an expectation for themes that were not delivered in the DLC, such as themes of cloning which were already teased with the Judds (and maybe with Marigold?). The time between anouncement and release fostered an atmosphere of wild speculation, which only created a set up for disappointment. While this issue is one that isnt exclusive to this case, it can't be overlooked.

While the DLCs story doesnt hit the same highs as OEs, to say that it doesnt have any story at all does it a disservice. Side Order revisits story beads and concepts from S2 and OE and ties up loose ends, similarly to Return of the Mammalians. In hindsight this makes sense as S3's role in regards to story seems to be the end of am era, to tie up loose ends and pave the way for new stoey lines in the future.

#splatoon 3 #side order #side order spoilers #side order spoiler #<- spoiler tagging just in case #this is in no way meant to attack anyone who was unsatisfied with side order or anything #i just find it unfair to say the story was nonexistent when there very clearly was something

[mofffun]

AnimateTimes movie interviews [❤💙💛]

Rita x Kaguragi x Jeramie (July 30)

highlights of the movie + guest cast

Change in Taisei

Rita's burden and with Morfonia / ep10, 16

Kaguragi with Racules and Suzume

Your character in summer

individual pics + translation under cut

Adventure Heaven is finally opening on July 28!

Hirakawa: In this movie you will meet a new side of Rita never before seen. Filming the movie is a fresh experience for me from start to finish.

Kaku: We will touch on Kaguragi's past in the movie. It will be very important for him in the future.

Ikeda: The coronation scene we shot with a crowd of extras. It is our biggest and grandest scene yet.

The guest cast including Ms. Sakura Ayane as Debonica is impressive too.

Ikeda: Ms. Sakura has a distinctive method of vocalization. When the two of us talked in private and she said "Royal Arms", I was stunned.

Is Ms. Sakura's "Royal Arms" cool?

Ikeda: It's very powerful, very cool indeed.

Kaku: As a king, you have to be cool.

Hirakawa: I didn’t get to meet all of the guest cast in person, but Mr. Nakamura Shido (Rainoir) has a solemn and powerful presence just from being. He brought on set a positive tension that alerted everybody "the movie is about to start!".

In the movie, Gira finally becomes King of Shugoddom. Has the star behind Gira, Mr. Sakai Taisei changed in any way?

Kaku: He's getting less nervous in public appearances. He'll still say "I'm so nervous!" even now, but he's getting better at relaxing into the role and just enjoy the show.

Hirakawa: The Taisei I saw is the one who's super nervous during filming.

Kaku: In the scene with Rainoir? 

Hirakawa: Yes! His lips turned purple (laughs). "It's method acting for the Land of Death!" he said, but I think he's just nervous. Recently, he seems to have accepted his role as the cute mascot.

Ikeda: Since I only joined the cast later as the sixth ranger, I haven’t seen his nervous era. But I see where you're coming from about him turning cute.

Hirakawa: When we used to call him cute, he'd say "There's no such thing!", now he just nods, "Um..."  (laughs)

Everyone: (laughs)

Ikeda: He might be somewhat happy to hear that.

Please tell us more about the main series as well. In Episode 16, Rita's past is revealed.

Hirakawa: I think through Episode 16, the audience can now feel Rita’s burden. Revisiting the past, we reaffirm Rita's resolve and sense of responsibility, as well as pushing forward in the mystery that is Fury of the Gods. This development will impact the TV series going forward.

How do you see the relationship between Rita and Morfonia?

In Episode 10, we saw a change in the relationship between each king and their aide. Rita also got somewhat closer emotionally with Morfonia. I believe the guard around Rita’s strained psyche has lowered a little. They won't have a heart-to-heart conversation just yet, but the distance between them has been shortening since. In real life, we are becoming closer friends as well, that will sure be a positive influence to our interaction in the story.

On the other hand, Kaguragi has a lot of mature bargaining that hide his true intentions with characters like Racules and his younger sister Suzume.

Kaku: It is fun to bargain with Racules. Yano-chan put his predictions of the future in his performance, I too kept that in mind and considered many aspects in my own. Suzume is both cute and a strategist, I find her duality interesting.

What if your character goes on a summer break?

Ikeda: Jeramie would sleep through it, wouldn't he? "What I thought was an afternoon nap, took a whole year. Happens to anybody." He did say that once... When he wakes up, it'd probably be winter. (laughs)

Everyone: (laughs)

Kaku: Kaguragi is a festival man. He'd for sure host a big summer festival in Toufu.

Hirakawa: Rita would just marathon "Together with Moffun", wouldn't they?

Kaku: Absolutely! Rita would rewatch every episode up to now.

Hirakawa: There are 4000 episodes, it'd be a miracle to finish it before the end of summer (laughs).

(laughs) Moffun is not slowing down with his merchandise release either.

Hirakawa: It's amazing, isn't it! Without a word you grew interested in its shape and voice. It's just that Rita's imitation is a little different though...

I think Rita's imitation of Moffun is adorable! At the end, please tell our readers the highlights of the movie.

Hirakawa: Surely it's being able to see a new side of Rita different from the one we know so far. Even the details in the background carries meaning, I would love for you to see it on the big screen, and two or three times if you can!

Kaku: The movie is presenting a whole new world, with imagery much grander than the ones in the TV series. The characters will face their pasts, and the audience can learn more about them as people. This is the part I find myself enjoying.

Ikeda: In a trip to the Land of Death, there is much to think about on each of the king's attitude and way of life. It adds another layer to the world of King-Ohger too. Please look forward to the movie.

Thank you very much!

映画『王様戦隊キングオージャー アドベンチャー・ヘブン』 平川結月さん×佳久創さん×池田匡志さんインタビュー｜リタの新たな一面とカグラギの過去――死の国で王たちが向き合う因縁とは？

2023年7月28日より公開中の映画『王様戦隊キングオージャー アドベンチャー・ヘブン』（映画『仮面ライダーギーツ 4人のエースと黒狐』と同時上映）。

シュゴッダムで始まろうとしていたギラの戴冠式。ヤンマ、ヒメノ、リタ、カグラギら各国の王が一堂に会し、新国王誕生の瞬間を迎えようとしたとき、“死の国=ハーカバーカ”の案内人・デボニカが現れ……。ジェラミーも加わり、ギラたち6人が未知の世界で大冒険を繰り広げます！　

アニメイトタイムズでは、シュゴッダム新国王の即位と映画公開を記念して、キャスト6人へのインタビューを2回にわたってお届け！　

本稿では、リタ・カニスカ／パピヨンオージャー役の平川結月さん、カグラギ・ディボウスキ／ハチオージャー役の佳久創さん、ジェラミー・ブラシエリ／スパイダークモノス役の池田匡志さんにお話を伺いました。

中村獅童さんから威厳と強さを感じた

――映画『王様戦隊キングオージャー アドベンチャー・ヘブン』がいよいよ7月28日から公開されます。

リタ・カニスカ／パピヨンオージャー役 平川結月さん（以下、平川）：今回のリタは今までにない新たな一面を見せるので、映画の撮影は最初から最後まで新鮮でした。

カグラギ・ディボウスキ／ハチオージャー役 佳久創さん（以下、佳久）：映画では、カグラギの過去に触れるシーンもあります。今後の彼にとっても重要な話になりそうです。

ジェラミー・ブラシエリ／スパイダークモノス役 池田匡志さん（以下、池田）：エキストラの方々と一緒に撮影した戴冠式は、これまで以上に華やかで壮大なシーンにな��ました。

――デボニカ役・佐倉綾音さんをはじめとしたゲストキャストの方々も非常に豪華です。

池田：佐倉さんは、声の響き方が全然違いました。2人でお話したとき「王鎧武装」を実際に言っていただいて痺れました。

――佐倉さんの「王鎧武装」は格好良い雰囲気なんですか？

池田：迫力がすごくて、とても格好良かったです。

佳久：王様たちはクールに決めるからね。

平川：私は直接お会いしていない方もいるのですが、ライニオール役の中村獅童さんからは、そこにいるだけで威厳と強さが感じられました。現場が引き締まり「映画が始まるぞ！」という良い意味での緊張感が生まれていたと思います。

――映画ではついにギラがシュゴッダムの王になります。撮影開始からギラを演じる酒井大成さんの変化や成長を感じることはありますか？

佳久：公の場で緊張しなくなってきていますね。本人は今でも「緊張する」と言っていますけど、徐々に楽しめる余裕が出てきたんじゃないでしょうか。

平川：私は映画の撮影でド緊張している大成を見ちゃったけど（笑）。

佳久：ライニオールとのシーン？　　

平川：そう！　唇が紫だった（笑）。「死の国だから役づくり！」と言っていたけど、普通に緊張していたと思います。彼は最近、可愛いキャラを受け入れてきているんですよ。

池田：僕は追加戦士で途中から参加したので緊張している時期を見たことがないんですけど、可愛くなったのはとてもわかります。

平川：以前は可愛いと言うと「そんなことないよ！」と言っていたけど、今は「うーん……」って（笑）。

一同：（笑）

池田：どこか嬉しそうだよね。

P2

夏休み中のリタは「もっふんといっしょ」を一気見する!?

――TVシリーズについても聞かせてください。第16話「10才の裁判長」では、リタの過去が明かされました。

平川：リタが抱えているものを、観ている方にも感じていただける内容だったと思います。過去を通じてリタの覚悟や責任感を再確認しましたし、大きな謎である「神の怒り」についても進展があったので、今後のTVシリーズに影響していきそうだなと思います。

――リタと側近であるモルフォーニャの関係性についてはどう見ていますか？

平川：第10話「伝説の守護神」で、各国の王と側近の関係性が変化するシーンがありました。モルフォーニャとも心の距離が若干縮まり、リタが張っていた心のバリアが少し減ったんじゃないでしょうか。話し合ったわけではないのですが、自然に距離感が近づいていると思います。リアルでも仲が深まっているので、作中の掛け合いにも良い影響が出ているはずです。　　

―― 一方でカグラギは、ラクレスや妹のスズメと本音を隠した大人な駆け引きが多いですね。

佳久：ラクレスとのやり取りは楽しいです。矢野ちゃん（ラクレス・ハスティー役・矢野聖人さん）も今後の展開を予想しながら演じていて、僕もそれを受けて色々考えながら演じています。スズメは可愛らしさと策略家の顔があって、その二面性がとても面白いと思っています。

――TVシリーズの今後も非常に楽しみです！　ちなみに、もし自身が演じるキャラクターに夏休みがあったらどのように過ごしていると思いますか？

池田：ジェラミーは寝ているのではないでしょうか。「昼寝のつもりが1年経ってたなんて、ザラさ」と言っていたので……。多分起きる頃には、冬になっていると思います（笑）

一同：（笑）

佳久：カグラギはお祭り男だと思うので、トウフで盛大な祭りを開催しそうです。

平川：リタは「もっふんといっしょ」を一気見するのではないでしょうか。

佳久：確かに！　これまでの話をおさらいしてそうだね。

平川：4000話もあるから、夏休みで観終わるかは怪しいですが（笑）。

――（笑）。もっふんはアニメやグッズの展開も盛り上がっています。

平川：すごいですよね！　何とも言えないフォルムと声がお気に入りです。リタが真似しているのは少し違うのですが……。

――リタが真似するもっふんも可愛いと思います！　最後に公開を楽しみにしている読者に向けて、映画の見どころを教えてください。

平川：やはりこれまで見せていなかったリタの新たな側面を楽しみにしていただきたいです。背景の細かい部分まで意味が込められていて、大きなスクリーンで観たら、吸い込まれそうになるくらい物語に入り込めると思います。時間に余裕があれば、2回、3回と観てほしいです！

佳久：映画では全く新しい世界が登場して、TVシリーズ以上の壮大な映像が見られます。キャラクターが過去の因縁に向き合うシーンは、それぞれの深掘りにもなっているので、個人的にも観るのが楽しみです。

池田：死の国へ行くことで王様たちの在り方や生きる意味など、色々考えさせられることがあると思います。『王様戦隊キングオージャー』の世界をより一層楽しめるので、ぜひご覧ください！

――ありがとうございました！

#kingohger cast #kingohger #ohsama sentai king ohger #kingohger movie #myts #rita kaniska #jeramie brasieri #kaguragi dybowski #hirakawa yuzuki #kaku so #ikeda masashi

[basbearship]

Selfship Valentine Prompts!

I'll probably make another post closer to the 1st of feb, BUT i wanted to try out some prompts myself, and figured why not share?

Starts 1st of feb, ends 14th feb!

You don't have to draw to participate! Writing, headcanons, rambles, thinking about it for a while, anything counts, this is for fun not a competition :>

Prompts below!

1st Feb - ❤️"Will you be my valentine?": You/your F/O ask the other to be their valentine! Is it a first confession, is it being sweet in an established relationship? ❤️

2nd Feb - 💜"Small displays of affection": How do you and your F/O show each other small affirmations of affection? Do you touch hands, bump your head against their shoulder, make a soft little 'a' noise at them occasionally? 💜

3rd Feb - 💛"A shared activiy": Do you and your F/O have a favorite passtime you do together? Do you have multiple? Have you discovered new hobbies together?💛

4th Feb - 💚"Fond memories": Do you and/or your F/O go through photos, diary entries, or memories from earlier in the relationship? Do you have any favorites? Do you like to take/make a lot of keepsakes for memory or do you prefer to live as you go?💚

5th Feb - 💗"Favorite Media": What movie/show/game/book/etc do you and your F/O enjoy enaging with together most? Is it ongoing or do you revisit it on occasion? How did you end up getting into it?💗

6th Feb - 💕"Mixtape": Do you have a song or playlist for your F/O? Does your F/O have a song or playlist they associate with you? Do you listen together?💕

7th Feb - 💟"How it all started": How did you and your F/O get together? Was it sudden, slowburn, enemies to lovers? Feel free to gush!💟

8th Feb - 💖"Sweet kisses": How/when was your first kiss? If you or your F/O can't/don't like to kiss, what was your first outward display of affection?💖

9th Feb - 🧡"Comfort crutch": If you/your F/O are upset, how do you cheer each other up? Movie night? Favorite snack and a blanket? 🧡

10th Feb - 💝"Future Foward": Do you or your F/O have plans for the future? Bigger house? Move in together? Get married? Or do you just like to see where life takes you?💝

11th Feb - 💘"Meet the folks": Have you/your F/O been introduced to friends and family? How did it go? If you can't/wont, is there a reason?💘

12th Feb - 💞"Just a few of my favorite things...": What are some things you love about your F/O? What are some things they love about you? Gushing and rambling encouraged!💞

13th Feb: - 💓"Preparations!": Do you and your F/O need to prepare anything for Valentines Day? Do you need to plan outfits? Do you need to double check reservations? Do you just chill in pajamas and relax?💓

14th Feb - 💌"Valentine's Day!": How do you and your F/O spend the day? Date night out at a restaurant? Hitting up an arcade? Buying a boatload of snacks and marathoning a videogame or movie series?💌

These are absolutely polyamory friendly! Feel free to just do one or a few if you don't feel like doing them all but you like a couple of 'em!

These are intended for Romantic F/Os, but who said you can't take your qpp/friends out for valentines? :D

#minors fuck off #selfship #self ship #self ship community #fictional other #f/o #selfshipping #self shipping #fictoromantic #fictosexual #fictospec

[nanabansama]

What Makes a Yorishiro?

Well wouldn't you like to know...

But no, really, what DOES make a yorishiro? I thought I knew at first, but recently, I've started thinking my definition is a little... off.

So I wanted to revisit yorishiro in this post, and review the explanations AidaIro has given us within the context of JSHK! Please, join me, as I barrage you with screencaps you have probably seen a hundred times. ☆ミ

Our first introduction to yorishiro is Hanako in Ch. 6, where he explains that the divine yorishiro are like batteries to the school mysteries. If you get rid of them, they power down! Easy to understand.

He also makes mention of the fact that this yorishiro should be located in the innermost reaches of Yako's boundary. Obviously, the best offense is a good defense, so keeping your yorishiro in the safest, least accessible part of your boundary is a no-brainer. Still worth mentioning, though.

Finally, Hanako states that it's something that "has the most value" to No. 2, and something that "means a lot to her." These are very positive connotations. Nene then equates this to the scissors Yako received from Misaki, a token from her first love.

Much later, Tsuchigomori explains to Yashiro that yorishiro are objects with the strongest feelings connected to them. This is veeery interesting, because this is vague enough that it could mean any type of feeling.

A page later, Tsuchigomori says that the reason the moon rock is his yorishiro is because Amane changing his future surprised him. So it seems like the primary emotion behind this yorishiro could have been surprise. However, considering Tsuchigomori cared a lot for Amane, it's hard to say it didn't also come from a place of love.

...anyways I am skipping No. 3 because it doesn't matter yet...

Briefly touching upon Shijima Mei, it makes sense why the sketchbook is her yorishiro. It's a memento from her creator, and the place she originally sprung to life. I can't say exactly what emotion or feeling could be tied to it, but all that matters is that it's obvious she cares deeply for the original Shijima Mei.

Mei even says so herself!

Very touching.

And now, we are finally getting to the reason I made this post!!

THIS HOT MESS

See, in Ch. 94, Hakubo makes it clear that he is not able to feel love in a traditional sense. It is, apparently, too foreign an emotion for a demon, and even more so for a demon that lacks desire like he does. So naturally, he eats her.

The thing about Sumire is, I think she woke up that desire within him. This is the closest thing to love he can feel, but he can never truly love her as he is. Not in the right way.

A bit tragically, Sumire actually directly quotes Tsuchigomori's quote from the 4 PM Bookstacks, which is that a yorishiro is an object that the school mystery has the strongest emotional attachment to. Ignoring the fact she is literally calling herself an object, she interprets this as him returning her same feelings. Oh, my poor girl...

Still, No. 6 is a school mystery, and his connection to Sumire is the most powerful emotion he has ever felt. He even openly admits he would fall in love with her if he was human, proving this is just a demon’s version of “love.”

Thus, in the end, I would say that every yorishiro so far has had a theme of love behind it. And isn't that sweet? Isn't love the strongest emotion of all? Love is always said to overcome every odd, isn't it?

But what about loss? Can we not say that these yorishiro didn't emerge from feelings of anguish? After all, the loss of a loved one is so powerful,

it can even take another's life.

How sad.

...The thing about Tsukasa and Amane is, I can't say what the primary emotion behind him being his yorishiro is. Amane is all over the place when he comes to Tsukasa.

One emotion I see is fear.

Not necessarily of Tsukasa himself, but what Tsukasa reminds Amane of. Of what Amane became. Out of control, and capable of taking the life of his own brother. He is his own brother's murderer, and it terrifies him.

His greatest fear in the Hell of Mirrors is his brother's dead body, after all. A reminder of what Amane really sees himself as: a killer.

But one could also say guilt is a powerful emotion for Amane. Not only did he commit murder, a crime, but he did it towards his own flesh and blood. His little brother. As the elder sibling, it was his duty to protect him, not kill him.

Tsukasa even uses this against him, being shown to manipulate Amane's feelings about murdering him for his own purposes.

But would guilt really be enough? What about sorrow?

I already alluded to Amane taking his own life shortly after killing his brother, but he was also very close to his brother as a young child, and at least up until they entered middle school.

The loss of anyone in your life can hurt, no matter who they are. What makes it most painful, though, is that they’re close to you. Dear to you. Loved by you.

A loved one dying is terrifying.

The guilt is overwhelming.

You’re filled with unbearable sorrow.

Because you love them.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

...

I must admit, while originally typing up this post, I wanted to end it on a theory that maybe a yorishiro doesn’t have to be selected out of a feeling of love. And I think that can still be true; Hakubo’s feelings towards Sumire aren’t true love, after all, and Tsuchigomori’s feelings towards the moon rock could just be simple surprise.

Even so, I can’t believe that Amane doesn’t truly care for Tsukasa, or that love is not the driving force behind his emotional attachment to him. It is a toxic love, for sure, and one that brings him intense pain and sorrow, but one he cannot help but feel. I only hope that they may one day mend things between them.

Anyways, thank you for reading all the way to the end! I’ve been wanting to make a few other posts lately, so hopefully I can get those out soon.

Take care of yourselves, and remember, go tell someone you love them today! You never know when they could disappear or fall into a hole, so make every moment count, guys.

♡♡♡ Bye-byeee～!!!

#地縛少年花子くん #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun spoilers #amane yugi #analysis #my theories #yorishiro #yugi twins #tsukasa yugi #nanafushigi

[mountainashfae]

got the dream in my head of "what if I made games in my original setting" and just thinking over hypothetical plots and gimmicks

Hypothetical Dating Sim 2 - the current writing project that I haven't touched in a bit oops. - named that because Cerdinen started as "Hypothetical Dating Sim AU" - noncanon but most likely to be finished

Plague Campaign: The Seeding Decay - started as a hypothetical Pathfinder campaign - works better in VN form if not a PF campaign - Vio, Alec, and Celeste as playable characters - takes place before Shit Hits The Fan - Vio and Alec only have a single save slot while Celeste has multiple but every time you reload an old one the saves past that point are deleted.

it would be cool to make something focusing on Alec/Meph but idk what the plot would be

Dragon Slayers RPG - Cei, Myrddin, Seville, and Lucio as the adventuring party from hell going off to slay a dragon that is wreaking havoc on the middle of the continent. - listen man I can only imagine problems for a party of a warrior, two mages, and a priest - this one takes place over a thousand years in the past

✨The Dream✨ #1 - VN style game following Aurien and Orion before the Deicidal Cannibalistic Apotheosis - PoVs from both twins. 5-6 endings in total. - both of them are unreliable narrators for different reasons. This is the Unreliable Narrator Game.

✨The Dream✨ #2 - the real dream! a CRPG! - probably following a group immediately after the Deicidal Cannibalistic Apotheosis and the resulting change in the deity cycle - I have no fucking clue what the actual plot is here. It's too early to have a Dragon Slayers group. The most I have for this time period is Aurien and Aurora setting out to change Orion's reputation and Orion starting up a worldwide cold spell. - The Gang Stops An Ice Age I guess??? - I want to put DAO Origins in this for the prologue. It's the Dream. - I need some kid here that knows too much about devils. Is it mean to put Alec/Meph in this one. - mostly I want the characters to see glimpses of Mabhan's existence but realize that she's been wiped from their memory despite existing so recently.

The chaos gang of Aurien, Madelynn, and Victor is churning in my brain lately. The summoned memory of Vio does not help. Woe, antics upon ye. Victor what is your deal other than being a Rysterian noble turned Dullahan. This takes place a long, long time in the future.

I need to revisit Smaragden in something since it was the original setting for Hypothetical Dating Sim 1 which has ceased to exist

[tripping over myself] I FORGOR THE ROWAN/AELIN/RIGEL PLOT

#cerdinen #oc stuff #A MAN CAN DREEEAAAM

[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP8 Tea Party, ??? and End

Featherine is writing and starts talking about when is an appropriate time to finish a tale, remarking that this kind of tale should probably be left in a cat box. Bernkastel is sewing Lambdadelta back up in very sexually charged language, Erika comes to the room, Bernkastel reveals Dlanor is still in touch with her, LambdaBern flirt some more and Erika gets jealous.

Gertrude has earned a promotion, Cornelia is learning martial arts. Will is.... a landlord who plays Badmington with Lion. Dlanor is still hard at work. Lambdadelta and Bernkastel promise to see each other when something else cries.

I think I mentioned it before, but one of my goals for this replay was to have a deeper appreciation for Bern and Lambda. I played the game originally as my first WTC game so I was constantly like, "Well that's definitely hinting at something I don't get". On replay, I appreciate them a lot more and I think reading their lines also gives you a lot of understanding towards other characters, as well.... a lot of scenes are even further contextualized by GouSotsu. If you don't have the context for Higurashi it is very easy to villainize Bernkastel a lot and not understand her as anything more than evil, which I think is a disservice for any Umineko character. I also appreciate Erika a lot more, she feels kind of like a tertiary main character of the answer arcs haha, I mentioned it a lot but I really do pity her a lot and I do kind of hope for better for her anyway. Meanwhile....

Sakutarou is now famous, and also Ange I guess. Or Kotobuki Yukari. Ange is spending her life writing books, hoping to help more children find magic and happiness. Then the name Hachijo Tohya gets brought up... Ange remembers how Hachijo's refusal to reveal the truth ultimately led to the Rokkenjima Mystery to die down, and thanks her. Ange agrees to meet with Hachijo and it is revealed that Hachijo is 2 people.

Ange doesn't really know how to deal with the reveal Battler is "Alive", other than shock. Happy he's alive though. She mentions how if it happened at another time, she would probably be pissed he hadn't shown himself up earlier, but right now she's just happy the miracle happened. Battler confirms what we saw at the very end of ep8, and Ange seems to blame herself for the reunion taking so long, due to her changing her name. But then she thinks about how she did try to meet with Hachijo once and was denied, but then instead of blaming anyone decides to just thank God for the miracle. I am so happy to see Ange so.... at peace. But Hachijo and Tohya reveal that they were perfectly capable of meeting her before, which throws her for a loop, and starts getting actually angry. Tohya explains how he has Battler's memories, but isn't Battler.

I forgot Tohya tried to kill himself, damn, considering Sayo's own issues with identity I can imagine writing the forgeries also helped him cope with his own fragmented identity....

Those tears are so pained... I want to cry. Ange accepts that Battler is both dead and came back to her, and is doing her best to hold herself together for Tohya.

I am a little relieved it is an entirely different Gospel House, the original was kind of fucked up, but this is a house for children to learn of magic. Ange reveals that not only is this a replica of the Ushiromiya Mansion hall, but it's the same as EP8's Halloween party... certainly showing the Battler inside Tohya that he can rest easy with everyone else now.

Battler is back home, Ange and Tohya can keep living in the future with no regrets.

Man, I really don't know what to say. I have already said so much but it still feels like I have so much to learn from Umineko. Umineko and Higurashi have meant so much to me across the years and I am so glad my replay led to me loving this experience more than I did. I hope one day I can revisit the game in Japanese, I am on classes and I want to come back once I am good enough to read this. That's uh, very far in the future though. I still have a lot to say and I will make more posts about my general thoughts once I finish reading all the side content. For now, I will say this replay made me appreciate a lot more how carefully handled the mystery was, and how it made me appreciate the answer arc in a lot of new ways.... first time I thought ep5-6 were one of the weaker arcs and now I think they are among the strongest. It's kind of funny though, I don't really feel the finality I feel when ending a lot of games. I still have so much more to learn about the world of Umineko and When They Cry, so finishing a game doesn't feel like an ending but just a step toward understanding more. This blog has mostly just been a tool for me to force myself to think a bit deeper into scenes than usual, via forcing myself to write down my thoughts. It's a little embarrassing but it has been a fun thing to do. I will probably keep doing it in the future, and I hope doing this will help me improve myself if only a little bit.

#umineko #umiepisode8 #umiepisode8teaparty #umiepisode8???

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

Time moves slowly.

Quick summary: You and Maverick spend some time together in bed before a busy day.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff; swearing because I can’t survive without the word “fuck”; written in first-person (I dunno if that’s off-putting); mentions of smut (you're welcome).

Word count: 1K

A/N: Here’s a fluffy, little one shot for young Maverick because I just watched Amélie for the first time, Beabadoobee’s album just dropped, and I’m really getting into the summertime sadness feel. This is entirely self-indulgent, and I will be returning to this when I feel sad and lonely.

***

My heart swells dangerously at his touch. Soft, gentle, familiar, heartbreakingly similar to the warmth and caress of the lazy sunlight that filters through the blinds we forgot to close properly the night before. His arm curls just that bit closer around my waist, and we shift together in the pale sheets – I rifle my fingers tenderly in his hair, twiddling the ends between their tips, and press my nose to his scalp; he buries his face into the crook of my arm, groaning softly.

“It’s eight,” I mumble against him. He hums dismissively. “Gotta go to work,” I say. Another brush-off, and Mav curls further into my chest. The weight of him is too comfortable to even think about getting up, but him and I both know he’s in enough trouble with the CO as is. If he skips today’s penalty (helping out in introduction with some of the boots), he’ll probably be relocated. If there’s one thing Maverick’s good at, it’s getting on people’s nerves. That sort of cancels out the amazing pilot thing he’s got going on.

He moans distastefully into me. I snort.

“Just five more minutes,” is his reply. And because he’s so comfortable, because our new mattress is so much better, softer, than the old one, I allow it. 

Sometimes, I think we’re a little too young for how old this relationship feels. Old in a good way. You know that sensation? Like a group of friends that you’ve known for ten years, or a place that you always used to sit when you were younger, when you had time, and are revisiting as you come back to your hometown to visit your parents. Maverick feels like that. When I was back in high school, I planned my future out meticulously. I had my career in the Navy all figured out, my education, how I would function. I planned that I would only have time for a serious relationship in my late thirties. Guess that changed when I met Mav at Top Gun. I bend my neck down, cup a hand behind his neck, and press a feathery kiss against his forehead. He smiles.

“Okay,” he whispers, lifting himself up on his forearms to quickly kiss my mouth. “You’ve convinced me.” I have my ways. “You’re so pretty.” Where’d that come from? Smooth, earnest, the warmth of his bare skin on mine is drowsy, only makes my eyelids all the heavier, but I wrap my arm around his back and inhale the smell of him as I meet his kiss with a grin. 

Tired, I relax again and fall back against the pillow. Mav cups a warm hand around my neck, lifting me slightly, and gathers all my hair up to fan out over my head instead, like he knows I like. “Want me to close the windows?” he asks, recognising the slight chill of the bedroom. I nod my head, wriggling over onto my side, and he brushes a few kisses over my stomach, my sternum, before heaving himself up to his feet, letting out a languid groan as he scoops his clothes up off the floor. I watch him as he ambles on over to the window that overlooks the cul de sac behind us, fringed with flowers and trees that now, in the summer, are all green and flourishing. He ducks his head down and exclaims that he can see that ginger cat, the one that’s always so friendly with us, chasing a bird, and pulls on his underwear and his shirt. I press my nose into my hand, hiding a smile. 

He closes the window, moving over to the other to do the same. “What d’you want for breakfast? Eggs?” I’ve been going through a fixation with scrambled eggs for the past two weeks. I hum my approval. 

“Just make sure you’re not late today,” I tell him. “Commander Belfort really doesn’t like you.”

“Yeah, I know, but Commander Belfort’s also sort of a huge asshole, so—” he clicks his tongue, “—what can I do?”

I narrow my eyes at him, frowning. “Um, don’t piss him off on purpose?”

People are always love-or-hate with Mav. The reason his arrogance is tolerated is because of his talent – no-one can deny that Pete Mitchell is a great pilot; anyone who thinks otherwise is just plain wrong. But if he’s going to keep his position as a TOPGUN instructor, he’s going to have to wise up. After the skirmish around the Enterprise, we firmly decided together to choose the assignments that we really wanted, not to just use them to stay close to one another: I chose to attend a test pilot school in Maryland, with the goal of being assigned to an air test and evaluation squadron after graduation; and Maverick chose to become an instructor. Sometimes, the distance is inconvenient, but, when we moved in together, just knowing that there was—is—a place that’s ours is comforting. 

If Maverick fucks up with Belfort, I know we’d get through it, but I think we’d both rather not. This works for us. Every now and then, I get to drive down the coast, leave behind that stuffy, little dormitory, and come home to him and this small house and this particular bed. I don’t want to give that up just because Mav has an attitude. He knows this.

So, just as he’s walking out the door, he throws me a wink and says, “I’ll try, honey.” From out in the hall, I hear him call back, “Love you, baby!”

“Love you, too!” I reply, smiling.

Jesus Christ, that boy’ll be the end of me.

#maverick x reader #pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun: maverick #i feel the need for speed #young maverick #this man is so fine it hurts #you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be a huge sap when in a serious relationship #or maybe I’m self projecting #hmm

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's Through Thousands of Mirrors event translation (Day 6 - Tuesday)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Through Thousands of Mirrors Event | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 (You're here!) | Day 7 | HS/Uni SSR Story: Monochrome Scenery

special thanks to @/ivioivioivi and @/endless-season for providing some insight and helping me translating this one 🫶

-

[MATH]

Even Lucien occasionally struggles to get out of bed in the morning after compressing too much sleep time.

Especially on rainy, overcast days with gloomy lighting.

On mornings like this, rather than going to class, shouldn't he stay snugly under the cover and entertain himself by reading a few interesting research papers?

-

[MATH/BIOCHEMISTRY]

To be honest, these mathematical concepts are a bit too basic for Lucien.

However, the logic and beauty he experiences from mathematics still make him choose to follow the professor's lectures, revisit the interconnected logic and the joy of establishing inference.

-

[BIOCHEMISTRY]

The weather and scenery are particularly nice in autumn.

The sentiment isn't limited to the students, even the biochemistry professor teaching the class thinks the same way.

The professor, who has a touch of romanticism, watches as another autumn leaf falls, and then suggests that everyone take their textbooks. He declares that the remainder of the class will be conducted outdoors.

-

[PREVIEW/COMPUTER SCIENCE]

Lucien, who is prepping in the library, looks at the stack of books next to him that almost toppling over, and begins to contemplate that he should perhaps minor in architecture.

After all, the notion of book piles collapsing and causing accidents sounds quite dangerous.

Especially when the books around him are getting higher and higher.

-

[COMPUTER SCIENCE]

Software knowledge is inevitably required in experiments.

Hence, it is essential to study some programming-related courses for future research purposes.

Lucien diligently takes notes, absorbed in the ocean of code.

And then he reflects that there's more than one ocean in the world; shallowly dipping into this one for a brief taste will suffice, while the ocean of neuroscience next door is more suitable for deep dives and exploration.

-

[BIOMED-LAB]

Cultivating cells requires extreme care and meticulousness.

Any tiny mistake could cause all kinds of issues such as contamination.

The other students stare at Lucien’s pretty much perfect substrate with admiration and come up to ask for tips.

What tips? It’s just that back in the days when he was at BS’ labs, he'd been through this process where anything he tried to raise or cultivate eventually died*, that's all.

[*: This is a bit hard to translate, it is something like; whatever you raise, it will eventually die, it can be by accident or purpose.]

[...Probably in his eyes back then, life is just so fragile. There are no tips, just try your best to survive. Not exactly nihilism, just the reality he used to see 🫠]

[Anything might refer to cells, plants, lab animals, and... well, anything. There's no limit of ethics in BS labs.]

-

[BIOMED-LAB]

On the way to the laboratory, Lucien notices that there is another long queue forming at the doughnut shop on the street corner.

From the perspective of quickly replenishing sugar, he thought maybe he should add a side dish to his lunch.

But considering the queue length... the cafeteria's burgers are more efficient.

-

[LAB]

With a few hours of rare free time, Lucien decides to attend the film screening event currently being held at the school.

The student besides him quietly complains about how to write an analytical paper on such a popular movie, and Lucien feels a bit lucky to be just an ordinary audience member.

[A bit amusing how he ended up to be program consultant who does more than analyze movies content so he can provide some insight and knowledge for MC's program haha🤣]

#eepy bby #WHY THE KNIVES ARE GETTING WORSE W EACH DAY #im scared of tomorrow lmaoo #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

[pepsi-maxwell]

so i had to go back and check which gifset and.

HELP

which inspired me to write a prequel of sorts to the cmjf phone sex fic

cut for length, rated e for max playing a game of five on one, no other warnings

-

It’s not unusual for him to rewatch his matches sometimes. Part of it is appreciation for his own flawless physique, but part of it is to look at what hits he took, how best to avoid them, what he could have done differently or better in the future. And then, at the end, the beauty of pinning his opponent, knowing that he’s better than them.

It’s only after he gets Tony’s voicemail, begging and pleading for him to call him, to come back, that he revisits the Punk matches.

Not that he’s been avoiding them or anything.

But still. There’s going to be a unification of the titles, and it’s gonna be Moxley or it’s gonna be Punk, and he has a plan to handle either outcome, sure, but... best to know thy enemy.

Like he’s not intimately aware of his enemy’s entire catalogue of work.

So. Chicago. Their first one-on-one encounter.

The tape garotte is just as inspired and hilarious as it had been the first time, and he’s filled with a renewed dislike for Bryce Remsburg for insisting his first victory be disallowed.

And the fact that Punk had pulled out the Pepsi Plunge, just for him... it makes him feel some kind of special. That Punk was willing to fucking destroy himself for Max, in a way that he hadn’t winning the title off of Hangman, like Max was more deserving of that...

He ignores the fact that he’s rocking a semi. Carries on watching the match, even though he’s a little distracted thinking about what he’s going to get off to after he finishes it

Speaking of finishes.

When he gets to the second pin, the Chicago smarks losing their fucking feeble minds with rage, he notices something he hadn’t the first time around.

Which is that back then, as he’d rolled his weight on top of Punk’s torso, held him down for the one-two-three, Punk had been rocking a semi. Maybe more. Barely catches a glimpse as the camera pans over his crotch, but...

He rewinds it back ten seconds. Plays it again, to make sure. Watches the camera pan over them both, his weight half-over Punk, and he tries to ignore how clingy he looks in favour of the noticeable bulge in those camo print trunks, and...

Well. All thoughts of porn are out of the window.

He knows it happens. It’s happened to him, it’s happened to others, it’s a natural physical response to adrenaline and close proximity, skin touching skin, but...

The fact that it had happened to Punk.

The fact that it had happened to Punk, when he’d just taken his first L in eight fucking years, from the best of the best...

Would it be egotistical of him to get off on that? Probably, but the question implies that he gives a shit. Punk lost to him and got hard over it, and if anyone thinks he’s just going to let that one go unappreciated—

He pushes the shorts he’s wearing down to his thighs. Watches his own cock bounce up against his stomach, and in a moment of inspiration, cues up another video featuring Punk. Not one from a match. Spits on his palm as Punk, covered in his own blood, pushes aside the medical staff attending to him.

Wraps a hand around himself, grip almost punishingly tight. Strokes himself as Punk claps his hands, looking straight into the camera, addressing him directly, telling him that he deserves to be walked like a dog, beaten until his own mother wouldn’t recognise him, and fuck him, he doesn’t know shit about what Max deserves, but the fact is, he does deserve Punk’s undivided attention, and given his reaction here to what Max had done to him, job well fucking done—

Punk winks at the camera. Says his favourite little catchphrase like if he says it enough it might be true again, and Max comes with a choked cry, coating his hand and his chest. Lays on his couch, half stunned by his own orgasm, chest heaving.

Thinks a little bit more on that little hint he’d seen of the Punk of old, for long enough that he feels his cock twitch again. Strokes his fingers along the shaft again, and he’s still painfully sensitive, but… why not? He’s just got a pay increase, Tony’s given him assurances of a title shot, which means there’s yet another loss forecast on Punk’s horizon.

He’s going to have a fun night.

#asks #anon #gd writes #cmjf #reposted to see if formatting works this time i fucking hate this site

[suga4mycoffee]

Saw a post where someone was bitching about Korn, and it reignited my hatred...

The constant manipulative and condescending bullshit he's pulling is unbelievable. A benevolent smile, and soft-spoken words, hiding cold calculation, and someone who would be willing to sacrifice his son's happiness, sanity, and probably even his life, if it means his family is in a position of power. As long as there is a legacy. (Tankhun may be unable to lead the family, but Korn doesn't need Kinn to take over. Because he'd drag Kim back kicking and screaming, with no hesitation, and to hell with what Kim thought about it. The only reason he hasn't done that, is because he has Kinn to step up and take over. If Kinn were to die, become seriously injured, or even just earn enough of his father's displeasure... Korn would give Kim that responsibility. I 100% believe that.)

And the way he keeps up the (thin) facade of caring and concerned father, while making sure to keep Kinn firmly under his thumb, and even crushed under his heel? Never missing a chance to bring up Kinn's past 'mistakes'. Encouraging Kinn to be distant and almost isolated, but still heavily reliant on Korn for praise and validation, because it's a way to control him and manipulate him. Speaking in bullshit parables, like he's some wise old sage, when he's really just coming off sounding like one of those douchebags on the internet who think they're so cultured and enlightened, and are eager to tell you all about it. Giving Porsche special treatment, and then demanding Porsche be punished for something, because he's just another bodyguard and doesn't deserve special treatment.

(That's not even touching on the fact that I don't believe he's got any reason to be punished. I know people are all like "He's a bodyguard, he should have been more careful!", and I would agree... if not for Kinn. I know very little about D/s dynamics, but I personally saw Porsche look to Kinn for permission to take the water. And because Kinn has no social skills to apply to the task of 'flirting with his crush', and was being 'coached' by his friends, when he ends up smiling at Porsche (if we can call that a smile, you awkward little cabbage) and giving a little nod, well... To me, and probably to Porsche, that was a nod of permission. Yes? Probably need @lutawolf to tell me if I'm seeing correctly, or I'm being a big dumb.)

These barely scratch the surface. I might revisit Korn's scenes in the future, if anyone thinks I have a point to further turn my brain onto. If not, fuck that guy. He can get face-fucked by a cactus, because you can see how much Kinn is impacted by what Korn says and thinks. Which is why I found the 'rusty knife' scene so interesting. Because here we see Kinn visibly and significantly uncomfortable with what Korn is trying to pull, and his expression does a whole-ass journey. Again, I can also talk about that, if anyone wants me to.

In summary, it's 3:48AM, I've been frothing at the mouth about this for an hour or so, and I'm going to go the fuck to sleep.

My rage is immeasurable, and Korn can catch these fucking hands.

#korn will die by my blade #if not for the laws of this land #kinn would have already taken over #korn theerapanyakul #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche pachara #porsche kittisawasd #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta #coconuts mafia

[fictioninmyblood]

Chapter 1

Wake The Beast

Summary: A hidden Omega, even to herself, is revealed at the arrival of the Asgardians; unsure of how to navigate through this drastic change, she stumbles her way into the arms of the Alpha that lit her soul ablaze. Heimdall finds that upon touching the soil of Midgard, the Alpha he long thought was buried and mummified within, takes the reigns; unable to fight the gathered strength of his beast that has forcefully slept for well over a millennium, Heimdall will now know what it’s like to be at the mercy of his Alpha, and his Alpha will learn what it’s to be like at the mercy of an omega, his omega.

WARNING: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, cussin, slight smut, a/b/o theme

A/N: The Asgardians from the ship that were killed after Ragnorok wasn’t murdered and made it to safety on Earth with Heimdall and Thor aboard. I’m not going to follow the plot from Marvel other than to maintain my own.

A/N: Y/N is Sam and Sarah’s first cousin, but there is about a 10-15 year age gap.

Heimdall was thoroughly enjoying a first-hand view of the Upstate New York Stark facility Thor was splitting his time between with New Asgard. Although the sight allowed him to see every possible future as their conceivability changed with every choice being made helping him locate Thor many times when he was here, it could not give him this. The wonder, the newness, the fragile probability that it could all come crumbling down in a blink when it took far longer to build, it was all so captivating. For all their infancy, humans were still beautiful creatures just like any other being of the universe, willing to push the limits of their perceived capabilities. Though they had much to learn there was so much they had already broken the surface of.

Thor landed behind him as he stood marveling at Stark’s creation and all that went into building it and potentially will be put into destroying it. 

“You have been getting better and better at controlling your speed and impact I see.”

“Heimdall! You always seem to see me coming, even before I decide to,” Thor greeted him with a brotherly embrace.

“It is quite a task to turn off thousands of years of servitude young king.”

“Please! We talked about this king business and I do not wish to revisit the conversation again. I am but a protector of the living whether it be my kin or the keepers of this land, no different than you.”

“As you wish, but again I stress, it’s hard to turn off.”

—-

On his way back from cleaning up, Thor ran into Sam. Though it seemed he had just arrived, Sam was in a rush to leave, briefly greeting Thor on his way out and vaguely acknowledging the man Thor wanted to introduce him to, Sam breezed past a confused Heimdall whose expression turned primitive as soon as they bumped past each other, boarding the elevator with a mumbled “sorry my man”.

Watching this all play out in front of him, Thor could see exactly when the eyes of a piece of Heimdall that had long been made to heel reappeared. His Alpha was no longer compliant with the mental cage Heimdall had long ago forged, now he wanted out and he wanted to get to the source of the smell wafting from Sam’s clothes. He could smell the change in his friend as he turned his nose into the air, catching the sudden potency of Heimdall’s scent. More than anything, Thor could feel him. Now that something or someone had roused the most primal part of Heimdall without true duty to center his focus, it was like an explosion was encased in his body. It brought Thor to his knees, but it completely knocked Heimdall out once Sam had left the floor and took the scent with him. 

When Heimdall opened his eyes to a concerned Thor, he knew his future was irreversibly changed. He found his omega.

“We have to go with Sam, now!” Heimdall yelled before he jumped up and sprinted after him.

—--

One year earlier.

Heimdall was exhausted after the battle with Hela, watching his homeland destroyed, and surviving space with the remaining refugees. It took all of his foresight to navigate their people around death at the hands of Thanos, but the Allfathers seemed to be on his side.

He was the first off the ship, making sure to be the bridge between his brethren and the keepers of the midgardians, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. If Thor had not personally embraced a few members - Sam turned to Heimdall for a hug as well, feeling like he already knew the guardian from the countless stories Thor told before he went to assist in helping everyone off and get set up - Heimdall’s skeptikism of the juxtaposed groups wouldn’tve abated even in the slightest. Seeing the evil that held S.H.I.E.L.D. captive, Heimdall made sure that no Asgardian citizen would be left without an Avenger or his king nearby. 

While he was ushering two young children who were now orphaned into a medical tent, Sam rushed past him with supplies in tow, apologizing for the brief contact. Heimdall didn’t even notice he’d stopped moving until the children tugged on his hands towards the nurse that was beckoning them to her station. After he made sure they were going to be okay and Thor checked to see if he had seen a nurse for wound treatment for the third time, he sat down on a cot not too far from them. 

Unconsciously still searching for whatever stopped him in his tracks, Heimdall’s gaze wandered aimlessly and his foresight became blurred. It wasn’t until Thor split from Sam to come sit in the tent with Heimdall that the guardian had refocused on the present.

Thor sensed something had been thrown off balance with Heimdall as soon as they had walked off the ship, but couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Heimdall’s closed off and defensive demeanor didn’t exactly assist in flushing out exactly what was wrong, but he was sure a hint wasn’t too far off.

After the throneless king and kingless guardian were sure every citizen was checked, fed, and provided temporary lodgings on the cots in the auditorium like room, Thor and Heimdall finally lay down themselves, closest to the main entrance. It took no time for Thor to succumb to slumber, however Heimdall was struggling to settle himself. He had felt the nameless shift within himself when he first touched the soil, but the commotion of getting everyone taken care of pushed it to the back of his mind.

Now that he was left in the deafening silence, all he could do was search his mind for answers to this sudden agitation. Though it took much longer than usual, he eventually dosed off, maintaining his uncomfortability throughout the dream. When the guardian jolted awake in a cold sweat only a few hours after finally falling asleep, all he could remember were two sets of unfamiliar eyes. If he thought hard enough, he could swear they had been the eyes of his beast and its twin soul, but that was impossible. 

Long ago when he pledged his life to protect the throne he had to undergo a strenuous ritual that essentially caged his alpha, stripping away the urge to fulfill any rampant desires and needs. Yes, he still felt his alpha fight for the first two hundred years or so, but that was well over a millenia ago. He has lived too long with the silence of himself to really believe that his alpha had the strength to break free and claim what was his all of a sudden.

Even when he had fallen asleep again, waking to a nervous Thor while realizing he had been growling in his sleep, the guardian refused to believe. The young king never had a chance to even address it for Heimdall had brushed him off before he could open his mouth.

The longer he went without rectifying his discomfort, the worse his aggression and solitude became. Instead of settling in New Asgard with the rest of his peers, Heimdall chose to roam the forests of this world, checking in once every few weeks with Thor or Tony. He refused to ever verbally address his behaviour, but both he and Thor knew that he was searching. For what? He was going to find out soon enough.

~

Y/N was washing dishes as Sarah helped the boys with their homework when she started to sweat and a sharp pain cut through her abdomen, causing her to drop the dish in her hand. She tried to wave Sarah off, thinking it was a one-off pms cramp hinting at her approaching cycle, but was quickly brought to her knees when another wave of pain shot from her abdomen to her pussy.

“It can’t be.” Y/N said, too scared to acknowledge the possibility.

Sarah sent the boys to play by the docks and wrapped her arms around Y/N. As soon as Sarah looked into Y/N’s eyes, she knew. Despite all the doctors they ever visited telling Y/N that she would never present if she ever surpassed 21 without doing so, here they were 5 years later, getting the surprise of a lifetime.

“I think it’s finally happening.” said Sarah with a hesitant smile.

“No. It’s impossible. No one presents this late,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “right?”

As soon as she grasped the counter to lift herself up, a stronger wave went through her. Unable to move past the pain, Y/N collapsed to the floor, curling into a fetal position. With each wave of pain, the volume of her sobs grew. Sarah picked up her cell and called Sam, hoping he’d get here in time. If an alpha didn’t get here soon, Y/N was going to die.

Thankfully Sam was already in the Quinjet heading back to the Stark compound from assisting the Asgardian people get settled in a Shield compound. He had Natasha drop him at Sarah’s 10 minutes after she called him. He had no clue what he was walking into, but whatever it was had Y/N screaming in the background and Sarah running over her words trying to explain what was going on. 

As soon as he stepped off the quinjet he simultaneously smelled and heard Y/N. She was an omega. Oh god, she’s an omega, he thought before sprinting from the field to the house. Sarah was holding Y/N, trying to get her to drink a safflower tea she made to help with the pain.

Y/N was barely able to unclench her jaw to drink the tea when she smelled Sam walk into the house. It momentarily confused her to be able to smell him so strongly, but the thought left as soon as another cramp hit. When she looked up and saw him, a tortured whine left her throat, but her body immediately started to relax. Thank God for small miracles.

“Sarah, can you start setting up a nest in her room please?” Sam said as he took off his jacket, laying all of his things on the living room couch before approaching Y/N.

“Never thought you’d be the one to give Sarah a heart attack Y/N/N.” he said with a smirk.

Y/N let out a pained laugh, unable to ignore the irony of the situation.

“I’m going to pick you up now and you are going to keep your negative weight comments to yourself cause this ain’t the time. Ok?”

Y/N nodded, too far gone in her heat to argue with an alpha, especially when he used that voice. I guess it now made sense why she had to fight so hard to disobey their commanding tones before.

Thanks to his time with the Avengers and her lack of fight this time around, it was smooth sailing from the floor into his arms, unlike the jerky sneak attacks he used to submit her to.

By the time he made it to her room, Sarah had successfully formed a nest on Y/N’s bed and was spraying it down with her favorite scent for sleeping. He pulled her desk chair to the side of the bed and placed Y/N in the center, holding her hand.

Y/N’s pain was manageable until the second he removed her from against him. As soon as she hit the sheets, it was as if her pain meter turned back up to high.

“Please alpha, please. I can’t. Hurts too much.” Y/N said, full-on sobbing again.

Sam’s alpha couldn’t handle an omega, especially one he loved, to be in such pain. Despite his hesitance to intrude on such a sacred space as an omega’s nest, he climbed in after her. Y/N buried her nose into Sam’s chest, unknowingly taking in the remnants of the scent of the alpha that caused her to present. It wasn’t quite right because she could still smell Sam, but it was still 10x better than any scent she’d ever gotten a whiff of before.

It only took a few minutes of rubbing her back for Y/N to fall asleep, but Sam daren’t move for fear of waking her back into this nightmare.

Sarah was bringing up the tea from earlier and Sam’s incessantly ringing phone.

“Here, somebody under the name Dr. Angry keeps calling you.”

“Thanks Sarah. Before you go, quick question.”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Were there any signs these last few days that she was going to present?”

“No. It happened so fast. One second she’s washing the dishes while I’m helping the boys with homework and the next my good baking dish is shattered on the floor and she’s curled over. I wasn’t even sure until she looked at me. How could this have happened? Every doctor we’ve ever been to said that she’d never present, never belong to a pack outside of the one she was born into. What changed?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“What are we going to do when she goes into heat and you’re not here to help with the pain? What are we going to do when you’re not here period and a desperate alpha tries to take her? I’m a lone widowed omega with two boys too young to help.”

“Sarah, take a deep breath. I don’t know how we’re going to get through this, but we will. I’m going to start by calling Bruce back.”

“Who?”

“Dr. Angry.”

“Oh ok. How can he help?”

“Well, there’s not much that man doesn’t know and what he doesn’t, he goes out and learns it.”

“Ok, if you say so. Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah, Sarah?”

“You think she’s going to be okay? She just accepted being unmateable this past year and now? What was supposed to be a gradual experience has hit her all at once.”

Sam looked at their little cousin who, for all intents and purposes, has been their little sister for the last 15 years.

“I know she is. Remember when she first came to live with us?”

“Yea, she was always fighting the biggest boys in her class. I could never get her to come home without blood on her clothes. Mom and I were always reprimanding her and you and dad encouraging her.”

“Right. She’s a fighter, always has been always will be.”

“And trust me, she hasn’t changed one bit since.”

“Exactly,” Sam said as he began rubbing Y/N’s back again when she started to whine in her sleep, “and you wanna know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think that the creator and biology decided that she didn’t need to be vulnerable until the alpha meant for her was ready and available to be her strength. She needs an alpha who will accept and respect her will to fight and not break it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You know better than me that omegas are at risk of being taken advantage of from the moment they present until they are mated. With the increase in wars and violence, more and more alphas are desperate to claim any omega even if they don’t want to be and not many people protect an omega’s right to choose. No matter how much of a fighter she is, she would never have been able to deny an alpha’s command or her biology, not in the end. I think our girl was meant to have the type of claim you and mom got. Not just any alpha, but a true alpha with the discipline to care more about her needs than his. An alpha who will truly love, care, appreciate, and protect their omega with every fiber of their being.”

By the time Sam had finished his hopes for Y/N, Sarah was a puddle of tears.

“You know for all your goofing around, it’s often hard to remember that you’re the empath of this family. You never did know how to hide that part of yourself around her.”

“Well, she did wear her pain like a badge of honor back then and I could never ignore a damsel in distress.”

“Hence your budding relationship with the Winter soldier?” Sarah said with slight judgment in her voice and a raise of her eyebrow.

“We’ve had this conversation many times over the last few years and even you don’t believe Bucky is that man anymore. You have to let our first encounter go.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. I’ll tell you the same thing I’ve told you since you called to tell us you were going on the run with America’s poster boy. If he so much as lays another finger on your head violently he’s gonna have to deal with me.”

“There’ll be no need for that. Is there anything to eat? It’s been a long day and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“I’m about to go make some spaghetti. It’ll be done in like 45 minutes.”

“Cool, I’m gonna talk to Banner.”

—--

A few moments before Heimdall and Thor arrived at the compound.

“What do you mean she’s started her heat?! It’s not due for another 6 weeks!” Sam yelled into his phone as he frantically texted Natasha and started packing the go-bag he just emptied.

“I know. The wait between is getting shorter and shorter and the pain is getting worse and worse. This is exactly what I was afraid of, she could die if you don’t get here in time.”

“I’m moving as quickly as I can. I had just washed off the mission when you called.”

“I know, Sam, but this isn't working anymore. We need to find a way to convince her to come live on the compound with you. Stark’s offer still stands, right?”

“You’re right and yes, it’s a standing offer. I have a feeling she’s going to force my hand on this, you remember how she reacted the last few times we brought it up.”

“I don’t care about her feelings anymore. She’s a ticking time bomb and nothing I do helps anymore. She’s built a tolerance to every remedy I know and there are new alphas in town that have taken notice of her unclaimed omega status and have been asking around about her. I’m at my wit’s end!”

“Deep breaths Sarah, deep breaths. I’m walking out of the compound now. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m getting ready to land. Okay?”

“Okay, and Sam?” Y/N let out an otherworldly wail at that moment.

“I’ll break the sound barrier if I have to.”

He rushed through the compound accidentally running into multiple people including the god of thunder and his oddly familiar friend.

Natasha had just finished the preflight check and was walking back to the building when Sam practically sprinted onto the tarmac.

“Woah, where’s the fire?” she asked.

“Louisiana. It’s Y/N.”

“Again? So soon?”

“Yeah, and I’m worried her and Sarah might be in danger. There are unfamiliar alphas in town.”

“I’m coming with you then.”

“Usually I’d argue with you, but I think I might need the help this time.”

“Good.”

Heimdall busted out of the building with Thor hot on his heels and sprinted straight into the quinjet, strapping in and not so patiently waiting for the others to do the same.

As he passed Natasha and Sam he said, “We need to go now, our window is closing by the second.”

Once Natasha had leveled out the plane, Sam finally voiced his confusion.

“I’m grateful for your assistance, but how do you know we’re running out of time and why are you interested in tagging along?”

It took everything in Heimdall not to growl at Sam. His logical mind knew what type of person he was, having briefly met when they landed on Midgard and hearing many stories of Thor’s sir Falcon stories, but his alpha was on high alert. This man has his omega’s scent on him. The scent that has been haunting his dreams for the last year.

Thor spoke up for him, sensing the battle within him. “If I had to guess Sir Falcon, whoever’s scent you wear is his omega and she is in imminent danger.”

“That answers the why. What about how?” Sam asked

“Heimdall has acute senses. He can hear, see, smell, and feel far more than most beings in the universe. His ability also allows him to see all possible outcomes of any being in the universe’s actions. The more he focuses, the more he sees.” 

Heimdall looked up finally, glancing over the room before he locked eyes with Sam.

“I saw the end of me. I saw my soul leave this earth before I could ever hear my name from her lips or hold her in my arms. If we don’t get there in time…it will destroy me.” Heimdall gruffly said, eyes tearing up despite his unwillingness to release the tears that held the pain and worry crushing him.

“All of that from a scent?”

“That is what happens when you deny and cage your alpha for more than a millenia, especially one with skills such as mine. The second we get a whiff or the moment we lay eyes on our true mates, whatever chains and cages we placed to keep them docile are immediately broken and our focus is lasered onto them. I landed on this planet unbound to duty and the first scent I smelled was hers through your embrace.”

“Hmm. Is that true?” Sam let out as he stroked his face in contemplation.

“It’s as true as the skin that covers my bones and the blood that pumps through my heart.”

“If so, then how come this is the first time I’m hearing about it.”

“It is not the first time. I have been struggling since that first fateful night, plagued with haunting dreams and twisted nightmares, but I refused to even acknowledge the possibility that an omega could be the cause. Since her scent was covered by the commotion when we first landed and every time I have smelled her since has been through secondary or tertiary contact leaving me and my senses to grasp at straws, I was never able to find the source. Also, it did not exactly aide my search that you hug just about everyone. Today was the first opportunity I had to truly take in her scent from your clothes. I didn’t want to voice an issue I wasn’t sure of.”

“Is that so?”

“It is the only explanation for why I was never able to see her clearly until today. Who is she to you anyway? Your clothes are practically drenched in her.” Heimdall asked more aggressively than intended.

“No need to get riled up, she’s my little sister,” Sam said, to which Heimdall merely grunted in response. “You know who’s the threat?”

“They rode roaring bicycles and wore matching black jackets with different names on the back. I’ve never encountered humans like them before so I do not know their status.”

Sam sighed and rubbed his face. “Leave it to Y/N to attract as much danger as possible by simply existing. Any chance we can go faster Nat?”

“Only if you all strap back in and hold onto your bootstraps.”

“You heard the lady, buckle up.”

—--

Sarah heard the rumbling of motorcycles coming down her driveway and prayed that Sam brought backup. It seems those alphas that were asking around found them and as luck would have it they were part of an MC.

She told the boys to hide with Y/N before she grabbed her father’s trusty shotgun and walked onto the porch ready to defend her family.

“You’re trespassing,” she spoke from her porch when they lined their bikes up in front of her house, the president and enforcer of the club getting off their bikes to approach.

The president said, “Whatever happened to that good ol’ southern hospitality I’ve been hearing about?” He spat tobacco-filled saliva onto the grass as he tilted his head to scan her and his posse dismounted their bikes. “Don’t you want to introduce us to that sweet little omega you’ve been hiding? And if you don’t make a fuss, I’ll even find an Alpha for a lonely cute little thing like you.”

Sarah cocked the gun and pointed it at them. “That’s far enough.”

Natasha quickly pulled off to the side of the house and landed as smoothly as could be expected. Everyone quickly unloaded and lined themselves up between Sarah and the MC, Sam and Heimdall practically rushing her. 

“Well boys, looks like some of the Avengers are here to spoil our fun. Let’s not overstay our welcome.” the president said as he indicated to his MC to leave, spitting out some more tobacco before mounting his bike. They left in a cloud of dust and exhaust.

Sarah leaned more towards Sam, eyeing the unknown alpha during such a vulnerable moment.

“Sarah, this is Heimdall. There’s no time to explain so don’t argue. Take him to Y/N,” Sam said as he took the shotgun from her and took up post on the porch. “We’ll stay out here.”

“You sure? I fear she’s been far worse far longer than today than she’s ever let on.”

Sam and Heimdall seemed to share a whole conversation in one look. “I don’t think we’ll find better hands to place her in.”

Thor and Natasha switched between patrolling the grounds and standing watch out front. No matter how much they cared for Y/N/N, she was still an unmated Omega in a distressed heat and they were alphas, biology told them to go and care for her, mate her. And with Heimdall as her mate? Neither were willing to put their lives at risk until their scents stopped suffocating the air around the house.

—---

Heimdall was quiet as he followed Sarah through the house. Never had he felt such a mixture of emotion, excited butterflies in his belly paired with anxiety and fear gripping his chest and throat at not being a good enough Alpha for her. 

As they were nearing the top of the stairs, the boys came bursting out of her room.

“I thought I told you to wait until I came and got you.”

“We know, but Aunt Y/N/N’s starting to bleed mom and I think she passed out. We didn’t know what to do!”

Heimdall pushed past them, in a panic to soothe his mate back into the land of the living. 

“It’s okay, you did good. Go downstairs with your Uncle Sam, he’s on the front porch.”

Y/N was shivering in a puddle of sweat and slick in the middle of her nest, the blood the boys were talking about just starting to turn the room from sickly sweet to a pungent sour. Sarah ran a bath in the bathroom across the hall and grabbed a change of sheets, placing them on her desk. Heimdall crouched to Y/N’s side to gently push the stray curls out of her face, wiping the sweat on her face and neck away with a nearby T-shirt. Y/N whimpered at the contact, but simply sighed in response, too far gone to move or really respond.

“Hey there Omega, I’m here now. Not gonna ever leave your side.” Heimdall continued to care for her as they waited for the tub to be filled, trying to soothe her with his words and light touches. “Such a strong omega, waiting patiently for me, trying not to burden an Alpha that’s not your claim. Only my omega would deny herself any relief to try and be a help over a hinderance, huh?”

Sarah watched Heimdall look after Y/N for a few minutes, too stricken by the reality that Sam’s words from the year prior were far more true than either of them realized. Their little sis was getting the exact type of Alpha she needed. “Hey, the tub is nearly full. If you get her cleaned up, I’ll change the sheets.”

Heimdall grunted and gently scooped Y/N into his arms, cradling her to his chest. Following the sound of running water, he went into the bathroom and sat her on top of the toilet. Having barely been conscious until Heimdall lifted her from the bed, Y/N was having trouble focusing on anything other than her omega’s response to the unfamiliar alpha in charge of her care, not even her thoughts. Every reaction was pure primitive muscle memory, as if her body knew what was best, now in control of her feelings and actions.

Turning off the water and testing the temperature before tenderly removing her sleep shirt and shorts, Heimdall gingerly scooped Y/N into his arms again, making a mental note to get rid of the blood left behind. However, when he went to place her into the water she clung to his shirt and yowled, refusing to part from his grasp.

“I promise you’ll feel much better when you’re all cleaned up little one, you just have to let me put you down.” Again he tried with the same reaction. Wanting to hurry up and get to the part where they get acquainted Heimdall let his Alpha voice seep in a little, not wanting to frighten her. “Come now omega, this tub is too small for the two of us. The sooner you go in, the sooner I can hold you again. Now be good and let me bathe you.”

Y/N whined, but let Heimdall place her in the tub, still refusing to let him go, but conceding to only having contact with his arm.

After making the bed Sarah checked on the couple again, placing a set of clothes and a glass of water on the counter. Although Heimdall had tried to stop her, she cleaned off the toilet as well and made sure to reprimand Heimdall for trying to do anything other than directly care for Y/N, stating that “the only fingers you will be lifting in this house will be to take care of our girl,” Feeling that Y/N was indeed in good hands, Sarah joined the boys on the porch.

Heimdall made her drink the entire glass of water before he started to bathe her, gently wiping away a day’s worth of grime. He hadn’t noticed when he started, but he was humming an old lullaby long buried in his memory. By the time he was finished, they were both far more relaxed. Y/N had stopped shivering and bleeding, and the frantic panic that had been choking Heimdall since he heard she was bleeding had loosened its hold.

Y/N was still uncomfortable and fatigued, but no longer felt as if she was knocking on death’s door. The crippling pain in her core had subsided to a throb, but the second Heimdall smoothly lifted her out of the tub and placed her on the counter to dry her off, the throb roared to an intense ache that settled at the base of her core and the tip of her clit. Her body wanted her alpha and now.

Finally having the mental capacity, she looked over the Alpha in charge of her care, Y/N cocked her head back, meeting golden lava eyes that lit her ablaze from head to toe.

Heimdall smirked at her dazed expression, no doubt mirroring it with one of his own. Holding her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks he said, “Hi, Omega.”

Y/N sighed into his embrace. “Hi, Alpha.” To which Heimdall gave her a forehead kiss.

Heimdall shucked off his jacket, placing it on the counter, followed by his shirt which he slid onto her. Y/N’s eyes got wide at the sudden display of his chiseled chest and had to fight everything in her nature to keep herself from preening.

Suddenly unsure of his decision to bypass the clothes Sarah left behind, Heimdall said, “I hope its okay with you that you sleep in my shirt. I thought it would help even though it’s a little wet.”

Y/N nodded and hummed her assent, smirking at the now nervous god. “It’s perfect.”

Heimdall nodded and scooped her into his arms again and walked back to her room, gently laying her in the center of her freshly made bed. He tried reforming a comfortable nest with the leftover pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals strewn about her room. Y/N whined the entire time until he felt there was enough soft material. 

“Alpha please, need you.”

“Alright, little one. Let me just grab my jacket. You need as much comfort as possible.”

Y/N let loose a long whine of “Alpha” until Heindall returned with his jacket in hand. She watched him puzzle about where to put the jacket and how he was going to fit on her bed with her for about 15 seconds before she grabbed his hand and yanked him down. Startled by the sudden display of strength and need, Heimdall just barely was able to stop himself from crushing Y/N entirely, moving to her side.

After he had been squirming around on the bed trying to get comfortable for what Y/N deemed too long, but what was probably only a few more seconds, she pushed him to lay down on his back so that she could straddle him and finger his locs and chest hair while she listened to the strange beat of his heart. Still holding his jacket in hand, Heimdall laid it on them before pulling the covers up.

He had gone back to rubbing her skin soothingly on her thighs and lower back while humming the same tune from earlier, creating a bubble of contentment for them both. They laid like that long enough for Heimdall to think Y/N had fallen asleep from her slow steady breaths when she subtly started wiggling against him. Determined to take things as slow as he could muster, Heimdall had already decided that they would not engage in intercourse before he got to know and earn the trust of the soul behind the omega. Although it pained him, he stilled her movements by grasping her hips.

Unfortunately for him, now that his omega had a little strength and energy, she was determined to get the relief she sought, refusing to keep still. She even resorted to begging directly into his ear, hoping his Alpha would break completely free and give them what they both needed.

“Please Alpha, please. Need you. Make it stop, hurts so bad, please make it stop,” she whined and pouted, continuing her wiggling assault. It took every ounce of self-control to hold his Alpha at bay.

Heimdall started purring, hoping the vibration would soothe her burning desire, but quickly realized that if either was going to get to sleep, he was going to have to step a toe over the line he had drew. Thankful he ignored the clothes Sarah brought, Heimdall brought his dominant hand to her core, gathering her slick and finding his way to her clit. Y/N mewled at the contact, relieved to finally get some real alleviation, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.

Scared of hurting her Heimdall was as gentle as he could be, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb while he allowed his fingers to tease her dripping hole. He watched every facial expression, memorizing how each graze of his fingers elicited a different one. Never had he been in the presence of a more exquisit being and he wanted to make sure that he would be an expert in his Omega’s pleasure, for that was all she deserved.

After he pulled two orgasms with her trying to ride his hand for more pressure and Heimdall pulling back to give her only what he deemed necessary, he finally plunged two of his thick fingers into her sopping pussy. He curled them until she made a noise that signaled he’d found what he was looking for and then he went to town massaging that exact spot, refusing to move from it. 

All Y/N could do was take the pleasure he gave. Unlike her previous partners who gave into her every demand, subliminal or verbal, Heimdall refused to take her lead. Everytime she moved to get the exact spark of pleasure she was looking for he returned her back to his pace and position. It was maddening, but it was absolutely divine how he seemed to know her body better than her. After the first orgasm she stopped making an effort to fuck herself on his fingers and let him give what he wished.

Four more orgasms later and she could no longer fight the call of sleep, too exhausted by the day’s events. The last thing she saw before succumbing to the bliss of peaceful slumber was Heimdall looking directly into her eyes and cleaning his hand off as if he hadn’t eaten since arriving to Earth. After he was satisfied he got every drop, Heimdall hunkered down a little further on the bed, not wanting a crick in his neck, and did his best not move too much more. It wasn’t too much longer before he followed her to dream land.

—--

After Thor and Natasha checked the perimeter a few times they decided it was safe to venture closer to the house, noticing how much less suffocating both Y/N and Heimdall’s scents were. Sam was telling Sarah and the boys as much about Heimdall as he could, considering they only officially just met and the majority of his knowledge was from Thor’s stories. He was glad Thor had walked over because then maybe he could shed some more light and put the boys at ease. Strangely enough and despite her initial skeptikism when they first arrived, Sarah had walked out of the house more relaxed than he’s seen her in at least a year.

Noting the lightness that filled the air as the Alpha pair walked up the steps, she figured it was safe enough to usher everyone inside, doing just that. She urged Sam, Thor, and Natasha to the kitchen to eat some leftovers, thankful she had decided to make chili, before she followed the boys upstairs to tuck them in. When she returned, her chili pot and cornbread pan were nearly empty and all she heard was scraping against empty bowls.

Sam noticed her first, taking this opportunity to ask the question that had been weighing on him since she returned to the porch. “How come you’re so calm now?”

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

“Well you looked ready to murder Heimdall for having the audacity to even step onto the porch when we arrived, but the second you came outside you were far more relaxed than I’ve seen you since this all started. Hell, maybe even longer.”

“Easy. Remember that conversation we had the first night? About why it had taken so long for her to present?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember what you told me?”

“The gist of it.”

“Well I’m pretty sure you were right after watching him care for her and while doing so it was almost like getting a glimpse of both the past and the future.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Remember how I used to stay up to watch mom and dad at night and you used to come get me before I could get caught?”

“Sure do. I got in trouble instead a few times.”

Sarah rolled her eys and continued. “Well, I got a flash of that and then it morphed into Y/N and what did you say his name was again, Heimdall right?” Sam nodded “I saw a flash of them in a similar setting around the same age. And you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but it was as if my alpha came up behind me while I was watching them and told me we could trust him with her.”

Sam’s eyes widened at the last part, knowing how difficult it was for Sarah to bring up her deceased mate. “After talking with him on our way here my doubts were mostly washed away, but if I ever needed a stamp of approval that was it.”

“Me too Sammy, me too.” she said, sniffling in an effort to hold back all of the emotion bombarding her. “Don’t forget to set your guests up on the spare beds, I’m calling it a night.”

“Okay, sweet dreams Sarah, love you little sis.”

“Love you too bighead.”

“Have the most pleasant of dreams lady Sarah, we appreciate the meal you prepared.” Thor said.

“Yeah, you kick ass in more than one department. You must share this recipe tomorrow.” Natasha added.

Sarah smiled weakly, “We’ll see. I have a feeling that all of our agendas are going to cater to making sure Y/N actually listens to what’s best for her for a change so yawl hurry up and get some sleep.”

Natasha responded with a “you got it” before the three of them cleaned the kitchen and turned in.

Sam laid in bed trying to conjure the images Sarah had described before sleep took him as well.

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