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La reina - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia fell for someone she never expected—Y/n, a younger college student who couldn’t care less about football. They have nothing in common, yet somehow, they just work. Here’s a little glimpse into their relationship.

Warnings: smut (+18); we have smut, we have fluff, we have angts, we have comfort we have Alexia eating Y/n out while making as 11 with her tongue...I'm sure you guys will feel fed <3

Word count: 7k

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Notes: this was a request! So sorry it took me about a month to write it.

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Y/n was practically bouncing on her feet when she saw Alexia at the airport. Well, it wasn’t exactly an airport since the Spain squad all travelled privately on their way back home.

The space was mostly empty, with only the player’s families present. There were no crowds asking for photos or cameras flashing since they weren’t allowed in.

But it didn’t matter. All Y/n cared about was Alexia. It had been three weeks since she left for camp in another country.

The matches the Spanish played were all friendly to prepare for real and important games–at least that’s what Alexia had explained to her, Y/n didn’t know much about football except that Alexia looked very pretty while playing it.

It was weird being at the airport knowing that in another two weeks, Y/n would have to come here, but to drop Alexia off as she had another game, this time in Portugal.

Alexia and Y/n didn’t spend a lot of time together. If they had gone on a date at least 3 times in the last 3 months Y/n would be lying. So she tried to be her best self around Alexia, tried to enjoy her and made sure Alexia was getting the rest she needed

T/n looked at the gate and saw that the first players to walk through the private airport doors were Pina and Patri, both girls quickly stopped to greet Y/n and do some small conversation, and then Aitana joined them, her well-travelled pillow hanging on her arm.

Y/n could not really focus on the conversation; she kept turning back to see if Alexia was there already.

“The staff on the plane asked her to take some pictures,” Aitana said, noticing how Y/n’s eyes kept bouncing from the group to the gate. “She’ll probably be the last to get out of the plane.

“She’s always the last, though,” Y/n said in a half-whined.

“Perks of being La Reina’s girlfriend,” Aitana said winking, before saying goodbye, taking Pina and Patri with her.

Y/n’s impatience grew as the minutes dragged on. Three and a half bitten nails later, Alexia showed up.

Her face was soft with exhaustion, her Barcelona hoodie slightly oversized, making her look unfairly huggable. 

Her blonde hair was messy from sleep, falling over her shoulder as she had just spent the whole flight dreaming–which probably happened because Alexia was rather sleepy, even if she denied it assiduously.

I took her some time, but Alexia inevitably saw Y/n in the middle of the private airport lobby and instantly smiled, opening her arms, and letting Y/n come to her.

Their hug was long. 

Alexia allowed Y/n to properly crush her torso all she wanted with her arms, but it didn’t bother Alexia; she had a load of muscle underneath her hoodie, and Y/n’s hug didn’t even tickle her.

“Hi,” Alexia said in Y/n’s ear, putting her hand on the girl’s head and pressing her even more against her body. 

Y/n mumbled something incoherent and just pressed her face more into the Barça hoodie, listening to Alexia’s heartbeat.

Alexia’s hand let go of her suitcase, planting her palm underneath Y/n’s shirt, on her warm back.

Being apart for too long was hard on both of them, but especially on Y/n. She was a very affectionate, physical-touch-as-a-love-language kind of girl. 

Naturally, she didn’t spend days sobbing in bed whenever Alexia was away–certainly, if she did that, she would die of dehydration–instead, she kept on with her life. The pressure in her chest never fully went away, especially during Alexia’s away games. It settled there, quietly constant, a reminder of how much she missed her.

The one way she found to cope with it was to bury herself in university work and focus on her classes and hobbies, like learning French and knitting. Alexia joked that every time she came back from a trip Y/n had learned something completely new from scratch.

“Missed you, mi vida,” Alexia said, breathing Y/n’ vanilla perfume on, one that she had got very used to, and missed whenever she was away. “Three weeks is way too long; I won’t ever do it again.”

Alexia bent her head a little just so Y/n could kiss her. First, she kissed her lips, then her cheeks, nose and forehead. Alexia was a very private person, and their relationship was still a secret to the public, but right now she could only care about Y/n and the way her kisses tickled her.

“I’ll hide you from Fifa for the rest of the year,” Y/n mumbled, bringing Alexia even closer to her. “They’ll never find you again and we’ll just stay together and live off of pizza.”

“I agree on the whole kidnap me from FIFA,” Alexia said, kissing Y/n’s head. “But I’ll have to pass the pizza thing, that wouldn't be very healthy, would it?”

“Look at you and your healthy diet,” Y/n rolled her eyes and jokingly pushed Alexia away “I forgot how much of a freak you are with food…I may or may not have like– a bunch of very unhealthy snakes lying around in your kitchens,” 

“They made me so happy while you were away,”  Y/n said, giving Alexia her best puppy eyes. “Please ignore them, and don’t–”

“I’ll throw them away,” Alexia started with a malicious smile.

“Oh come on!” Y/n huffed, crossing her arms. “They are my favourite flavour.”

The player took her suitcase with one hand and wrapped Y/n’s shoulder with the other, leading them out of the airport. 

“Come on, cariño you need to have some healthy habits,” Alexia said casually if it was that simple to give up on chips. 

“Where did you park the car?”

“You don’t understand that having a snack is essential for my mental health,” Y/n said, pointing at the black Cupra car parked a few meters away.

Alexia chuckled, opening her palm for Y/n to give her the keys. “You can keep half of your snacks and we’ll give the rest to the ninãs on the team.”

Y/n looked for the keys in her pocket and gave them to Alexia. 

They had already fought multiple times over Alexia–possessive and annoying driving behaviour.

Alexia always had to be the one driving, it didn’t matter when or where; the keys were always hers. The only time Y/n had a chance to drive Alexia’s cars was when she wasn’t in Barcelona, that was the only circumstance she would allow her to touch the keys.

“It’s not fair that Vicky gets to eat chips without an earful and I don't” Y/n grumbled, getting into the passenger seat after Alexia opened the door for her.

Ever the gentlewoman.

Alexia went around the vehicle, got behind the wheel, and started the car. “Vicky is a professional athlete who actually cares about what she eats, you, otherwise, would eat only pasta for a straight week If I didn’t ask you to change up a bit.”

“Vicky might be a professional athlete, but I’m a university student.” Y/n put her hands to her chest dramatically. “Do you know how impossible it is to survive studying without snacks? I’m out here shaping tiny minds, Ale—I need fuel! It’s not easy to be an early childhood education major.”

“Sorry, amor.” Alexia rolled her eyes playfully, placing a hand on Y/n’s tight.  “You can keep all your snacks, okay? Don’t want you losing your mind over…midterms? That’s what you call them?”

Y/n smiled triumphantly. She had to keep on her snacks, HA!

“Yep, but my midterms are over, remember?” Y/n said looking at Alexia. “I had my last test three days ago, I texted you about it.”

“Merda,” [shit] Alexia said looking from the road to Y/n. “Sorry, mi vida, I forgot about it. How did you go?”

It didn’t bother Y/n anymore. Alexia was very forgetful about personal things, even though they were important to her.

Her head was too much on football, on the team and the girls. Alexia took her duties as capitana very seriously, her job didn’t stop after she got off training or the pitch. But Y/n was learning, little by little, how to manage that, Alexia too.

Alexia and Y/n hadn’t been dating for a long time, they were together for a little over 8 months. 

Their relationship had ups and downs, just like any other. Their main source of conflict was because of how different their words were. 

They had an age gap, not too big, but enough to cause some generational conflicts; Alexia was like the best footballer in the world, while Y/n was ‘just’

a university student; and last but not least: their relationship was a secret.

Alexia didn't like to call it secret, she preferred ‘private’ but Y/n liked to call it what it was: hidden.

Y/n didn’t like it. She wanted to just be in a normal relationship. She didn’t want to go full 3rd base with Alexia in the middle of the street, but she did want to post a picture of her for Valentine’s Day or go out without pretending to be friends…

But again, they were always working around it.

“The grade isn’t out yet, but I think I did good!” Y/n said proudly. “It was for a philosophy test, so I had to write a lot, but overall it was okay.”

“La meva nena intelligent,” [my smart girl], Alexia, said, also sounding proud. “I’ll buy you something if you get an A.”

“You always say that and you buy what I want regardless of my grades,” Y/n giggled. “And my university grades are between 1 and 10, we don’t use the letter systems.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you always work hard,” Alexia shrugged. “It doesn't matter your grade, I always know you do great.”

“Tell that to my children's psychology professor” Y/n said, rolling her eyes. “That woman is making my life a living hell.”

“Okay, do you have her phone or–” Alexia said deadpan.

“What?”

“To talk to your professor, she should be kinder to her students.” Alexia acted like ringing up a university professor because your girlfriend wanted to was a normal–casual– thing to do. “Professors are like captains on the team, the captain needs to be firm but also friendly and open to conversation, right?” She asked, looking at Y/n as they stopped at a red light.

“You really know how to ball while I know Aristotle, huh?” Y/n said smiling.

“Huh?” Alexia asked with furrowed eyebrows. “What do you mean? And yeah, I know how to ball, I won the Ballon d'Or, bebè, twice.”

For someone who didn’t know Alexia, they would think she was bragging, but she was simply stating a fact that she thought Y/n wasn't familiar with.

Y/n had missed this, having Alexia around, and talking to her… she just missed her girlfriend a lot, and unfortunately, in the last few months they had spent more time away than with each other, so she had to make the most of it.

“I know, Ale! I meant it like–” Y/n saw the confusion on Alexia’s face and decided to pick her battles. “Actually, just forget about it.”

“Why?” Alexia asked.

“Cause the green light is just on and we need to get home very fast,” Y/n said urgently, pointing at the traffic light.

Alexia looked at her anxiously while beginning to drive. “Why do we need to get home fast, are you car sick again?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Alexia was killing the mode.

“No, Alexia!” Y/n said, a slight blush on her face “I just spent three weeks without my super hot girlfriend and I feel like I’m in the trenches, okay?”

Alexia understood what the girl meant right away, a grin growing on her face as she stepped up the speed.

“Don’t worry, cariño, I’ll take good care of you when we get home,” Alexia said as she pressed her foot harder on the accelerator pedal.

“Ale, I think you just went through a red light,” Y/n said, turning her neck to see the clearly red traffic light.

“It’s alright,” Alexia waved off. “I’ll just pay the car ticket later.”

Y/n’s underwear felt a well-known feeling in between her legs, she pressed her tight together, trying to find some friction.

Alexia barely parked the car when they arrived at Alexia’s house minutes later. A trio that was usually 20 minutes turned into 10. It was safe to say that Alexia went over and beyond the limit speed.

Alexia didn’t even wait for Y/n to step a foot into the house, her hands were already all over her, pressing, grabbing, touching every centimetre of skin she could find.

The blonde turned Y/n around and pressed her body against the closed door, her hand impatiently undid the button of Y/n’s jeans, her warm hand meeting Y/n’s wet underwear.

“Already this wet, cariño?” Alexia purred on Y/n’s ear, while her hand cupped Y/n’s tits under her shirt.

“Uhum,” Y/n moaned, moving her hips against Alexia’s hands. “I missed you.”

“I know you did, she did too,” she said. That's how Alexia would–sometimes–call Y/n’s pussy. “She’s so ready for me,  I could just ease a finger right in.”

Y/n whimpered, feeling Alexia press her even more against the cold door as one of her fingers slowly made its way into her hole. She was drenched, having spent two whole weeks without Alexis was the same as not feeling pleasure at all.

Y/n did touch herself–Alexia allowed her– but it didn’t feel the same. Y/n craved more than just a touch, she needed closeness, she needed words and reassurance during sex. 

She needed Alexia, and now she had her.

“Vols un dit més, cariño?” [Do you want a finger, cariño?] Alexia asked, not waiting for Y/n to respond before adding one more in her pussy. “I think you do, you’ve been so good while I was away, took care of yourself, and did well at uni, you deserve it, mi vida.” 

Y/n could cum just with Alexia’s words, she knew how much Y/n was a whore for compliments and she used it as her weapon during sex.

“Ale,” Y/n whimpered, pressing her tits on Alexia’s hands. “Thank you, fuck–”

Alexia smirked, noticing the effect she had on her girl. 

“That's what we’re going to do,” Alexia said, nipping Y/n’s earlobe. “You’re going to ride my finger right now, and then I’m taking you to bed and you’re riding my face, how does that sound?”

Y/n nodded frenetically. To be honest, she didn’t understand a word Alexia said, all she heard was ‘cum’ and ‘ride’, and that was exactly what she was going to do.

Alexia took her hand off Y/n’s chest, which earned her a whine from Y/n. “Be patient, I’ll give your tits more attention later.” 

The player wrapped her hand around Y/n’s waist, steading Y/n as she began buckling her hip, making Alexia’s finger reach even deeper than before.

“Oh–uh,” Y/n moaned, mouth hand open as Alexia sucked a spot on the back of her neck. “Almost there, Ale…I–”

“You can cum whenever you want, sweetheart,” Alexia said, kissing the new purple spot she made on the girl's skin. “Go on, be good and cum on my fingers.”

Y/n was a very good girl, so she did just that. 

She felt her body go still as shockwaves ran through her body, Alexia’s name coming out of her mouth as if it were a prayer.

When Y/n’s muscles went soft, Alexia held her tighter, but she didn’t let the girl recover, her fingers were moving against her wet walls again.

“Ale, amor–” Y/n whimpered, pressing her forehead against the door as the pleasure took over her body once again. “Please, hmm.”

It was like Alexias was all over her body; as if her cells had entered Y/n’s skin. She could only feel Alexia, and hear Alexia, all her senses belonged to the player.

“Give me one more,” Alexia murmured in her ear. “I know you want to, cariño.”

Alexia added a third finger and moved faster, her thumb meeting Y/n’s clit as she gently played with it.

It was enough for Y/n to cum again. Her breathing failed and for a second no air came into her lungs, but it didn’t matter because a wave of bliss consumed her body once again.

“Just like that,” Alexia purred, slowing the pace of her fingers, helping the girl come down from her orgasm. “I missed seeing you cum.”

Alexia turned her around and kissed her face, murmuring praises as Y/n tried to come back from her high.

“Now let’s go to my room,” Alexia said, wrapping her arm around the girl’s waist again. “Wanna taste you on my tongue.” 

They were off to a wild and long night.

..

The next day Y/n woke up with Alexia’s mouth on her.

Alexia had taken her pyjama shorts off, and her mouth was on Y/n’s pussy, lapping at her wetness as her hands possessively grabbed her tights.

It took a few seconds for Y/n to understand what was happening, but when she realised, she welcomed it with a grin. 

Alexia always ate her out when she could, it was almost part of her routine. But of course, she couldn't do that while she was away, so it was nice to have this part of her day back.

Alexia was extremely skilled with her fingers, her mouth, with her strap…It was like she was very aware of every movement she made all the time. She knew exactly what to grab, what to lick and what to pinch to make Y/n moan and melt.

“Baby,” Y/n whined, moving her hips, trying to make Alexias go faster. “More?”

“Don’t move, cariño.” Alexia firmed her grip on Y/n’s tight. “Let me do the work, just lay there for me.”

It was almost impossible to just lay there, especially after Alexias fucked her with her finger against it. The two middle ones were deep into her pussy, Y/n’s walls welcoming them as part of her own body.

“Ale, hmm, please–” Y/n whimpered, holding her hand to her side because she knew Alexia didn’t like when she pulled her hair while she was eating her out.

It was something about being in control, Alexia told her once.

“Baby, so go–” Y/n was interrupted when Alexia took the shirt she was wearing and stuffed the hem into her mouth, the fabric quickly becoming wet.

Y/n stared at Alexia with wide eyes.

“Shh, just enjoy it, bebè,” Alexia said, sucking at Y/n’s clit while making eye contact, her left hand marking Y/n’s hip bone with her finger.

Y/n closed her eyes and did what Alexia told her: she enjoyed it.

Y/n was grabbed tightly at the bedsheets as she felt Alexia's tongue moving faster, and then she noticed it.

Alexia was making the number 11 with her tongue, moving it up and down slowly before moving it to the side. She did it again, and again. 

And that’s when Y/n felt that well-known feeling. An orgasm erupted from her body as she bit into her shirt, her body, her body shook and she came to Alexia’s mouth. 

Then it all went black.

“You’ll hurt your jaw, cariño,” Y/n heard Alexia say as if she was far away. She quickly opened her eyes and was met with Alexia’s hazel eyes. 

“Hi,” Alexia said, smiling. “Let go of it, baby,” Alexia tugged at the material in Y/n’s mouth.

Y/n looked at Alexia with furrowed brown, and then she looked down. She had forgotten Alexia had stuffed her shirt in. She dizzily opened her mouth and Alexia took the hem of the shirt from her.

Y/n was confused. She remembered having an orgasm and then… blank. When she was overstimulated she would sometimes black out and wake up minutes later.

“Lift your arms for me, let me take the shirt off,” Alexia asked while caressing Y/n’s cheek.

Y/n shook her head, still looking at Alexia, feeling safe in her presence. She was confused, but Alexia would make it better. She always did.

Alexia tilted her head. “Why not?”

“Cold,” Y/n said, leaning into Alexia’s palm.

“I’ll give you my shirt,” Alexia promised. “And you’ll be warm.”

Y/n obediently lifted her arms and let Alexia strip her. She was fully naked when Alexia came back from her closet, a red shirt in her hand.

Alexia carefully put it on Y/n and went to the bathroom, coming back with a few wipes in hand. She spread Y/n’s thighs open and cleaned her, reassuring her whenever Yn whined, telling her she was too sensitive.

At the end, Alexia tucked Y/n in and kissed her forehead.

“Are you feeling sleepy, cariño?” 

Yn nodded, a pout on her face as she turned her head on her pillow and closed her eyes. Alexia had tired her out and the clock said it wasn’t even 6 am.

“Take a nap,” Alexia said as she got on the bed with Y/n, gently guiding Y/n’s head to her chest. “ I’ll stay here with you.”

Y/n fell asleep seconds later.

A few hours later, Alexia woke Y/n up with breakfast on the bed–or at least what Alexia considered breakfast– she chopped a bunch of fruits in a bowl and put them on a breakfast tray.

“Where’s the rest?” Y/n asked, still sleepy, rubbing her eyes.

Alexia sat next to Y/n and looked at her confused. “What do you mean the rest?”

“Hmm, the rest of the food?” Y/n said, pointing at the tray in front of her. “Do you want me to start the day off with two bananas and a mango? Where is the chocolate chip pancake?”

“You should always start your day with fibre, cariño.” Alexia crossed her arms. “We can go out for brunch and get whatever you want if you eat your fruit salad.”

“Whatever I want?” Y/n asked, a teasing smile on her face.

“Sí.”

“I want you then.

Alexia clearly wasn’t waiting for that answer because she got flushed hard and fast. It was cute, seeing Alexia, normally calm and chill, getting squirmish under her gaze.

It didn’t last long though, she was quickly back to her normal, confident self.

“Eat your fruit and you’ll have it,” she whispered against Y/n’ smooth, before taking the girl into a deep kiss. “Now go on, I want us to go on a run before noon.”

The mention of run made Y/n’s horniness disappear from her body.

“A run? But you just got back from camp!” Y/n whined. “You can’t be serious, normal people rest after they’re done working.”

Y/n could see Alexia's rigorous and inflexible persona coming right in.

“Cariño, I have to keep my routine, you know that,” Alexia said, nudging Y/N’s shoulder. “If I skip, I’ll regret it later.”

“Runs help prevent injuries, too, it makes my ligaments stronger.” She continued, kissing Y/n’s face to make her soften up. It worked.

Y/n didn’t have a chance to fight it and she knew.

Her shoulder gave up a little. “Fine! But can I go on the golf card while you run?”

“No,” Alexia said deadpan. “That wouldn't be running.”

“But you are the–oh so glorious– professional footballer, I’m just a future kindergarten teacher!” Y/n said. “Would you like it if I made you do class planning? I don’t think so.” Y/n crossed her arms.

If Alexia was insisting on her company on the run, she was doing it her way.

“Cariño! You never work out with me,” Alexia complained.

“That’s because I never work out, Alexia; it’s nothing personal,” Y/n said.

“You told me one of your New Year resolutions was starting to work out,” Alexia said, her turn to cross her arms.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/n waved her off. “But that was a long few months ago.”

“We’re in February.” 

“But it’s a leap year!”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Alexia asked exasperatedly.

“The more you argue the later you start your run,” Y/n said, taking a piece of banana and putting it into her mouth.

Alexia gave up.

“Fine, just finish it, ok? I’ll take a shower,” Alexia said, turning around and going to their shared bathroom.

"I’ll join you in a moment!" Y/n yelled from the bed, but in her mind, she was already planning the fastest route to avoid a run and the fastest way to get in the shower with Alexia.

She couldn't lose the opportunity of seeing Alexia naked and wet.

Y/n had never eaten a fruit salad so fast in her life.

..

Y/n and Alexia compromised.

Y/n did run with her for 2km, but Alexia did the rest of her run having Y/n driving a golf cart by her side.

That way Y/n did what she loved the most: just sit and look pretty while having quality time with Alexia.

The couple talked a lot during the run, mainly about Y/n's classes and about the time Alexia spent on camp.

The good thing about having a partner who lived a completely different life than you? The gossip!

How else would Y/n know about which gold medalist was sleeping with who? And how else would Alexia know about the two professors in the philosophy department who were going through an ugly divorce because of cheating?

“And guess what?” Y/n said, easily turning the wheel to divert from a hole in the ground. 

“What?” Alexia asked, a little out of breath because of her exercise.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Guess!” 

“I don't know!” Alexia said. “Tell me, cariño, please?”

Please. Huff.

Alexia refused to say please when they were having sex, but quickly said the word when she wanted to hear the biggest gossip around the campus–that she didn't even attend!

Y/n lowered her speed to keep up with Alexia, who was going at a slower pace.

“The professor cheated on a student! It's a girl majoring in social services!” Y/n disclosed the gossip. “If you had asked me, I would say social services were the last one on my list of students sleeping with professors.”

Alexia laughed. “And what major would be first?”

“Engineering major,” Y/n stated expressionlessly. “Any type of engineering major. I've heard stories.”

“What stories?” Alexia asked.

“Oh you wouldn't like to know,” Y/n said as she got faster leaving Alexia behind.

“Cariño, stop it,” Alexia said. “You're going too fast.”

“But I need to get home and pee!” Y/n yelled back. “Just get in the car with me and we'll go.”

“No!”Alexia said. “I have to finish my running.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and got faster, ignoring Alexia’s lecture and leaving her behind and she drove back to Alexia’s house.

When Alexia got home 30 minutes later than Y/n, she opened the door and found the girl lying on the sofa, fresh out of the shower.

Alexia bent down from the back of the couch to give the Y/n a kiss but was met with a pillow on her face.

“Excuse me?” Alexia asked, offended.

“Shower first,” Y/n said, still holding the pillow up while holding a book with the other. “And then you can have your kiss.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very.”

“I want a kiss now,” Alexia demanded calmly.

Y/n simply pointed at the hallway to the bathroom.

Alexia groaned but headed to the bathroom.

“No groaning,” Y/n yelled from the sofa.

Alexia replied by slamming the bathroom door shut.

Grumpy.

After Alexia emerged from the bathroom, fresh from her shower with her hair still damp, she made her way to the living room. She found Y/n exactly where she had left her—lounging on the sofa—but the book she'd been reading was long forgotten.

Noticing the amused smile on Y/n’s face as she scrolled through her phone, Alexia leaned over the back of the couch without a word, curious about the source of her laughter.

Y/n, still grinning, explained that she was watching funny videos from a new social media app—one Alexia had never even heard of. 

She did her best to break down what was happening in the video, but no matter how much she tried, Alexia just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

All Alexia knew was that Y/n wanted them to participate in whatever the couple on the video were doing.

“–And then we start running,” Y/n said with a proud smile, holding up her phone as a TikTok played on the screen. “Easy, right? I won’t post it, of course. It’s gonna be in my drafts.” 

“I still don't understand, cariño,” Alexia said.

The player had changed her position, and her shoulder was resting on the sofa’s arm as she squinted her eyes at Y/n phone.

“What you don't understand this time?” Y/n asked, slightly imapantient.

Alexia didn't know anything about social media. Nothing. Nada. Y/n wasn't an influencer but she knew her way around technology and trends and was very active on her Instagram. 

Alexia, on the other hand, was happy if she didn't forget her Instagram password. Which she did, several times. Y/n had to be the one to get a new password for her.

“What's the propòsit d’aixop?”[What’s the purpose of this?] Alexia asked. 

“Alexia, my love,” Y/N said, cupping Alexia’s cheeks dramatically. “It’s just a TikTok trend. It’s supposed to be dumb. That’s literally the whole point.”

“Dumb, bebè?” [baby] Alexia said, taking Y/n’s wrists in her hands gently and holding them under her lap. “I'm not tonta, and neither are you, why post us being silly?” [silly]

Y/n tried to free her wrists, but Alexia held tighter.

“Because everybody does it!” Y/n answered in a whine. 

It was always like that with Alexia. 

They spent most of the time away from each other, having to text or do video chats, and when they were together they couldn’t even do normal couple things because Alexia was Barcelona’s princess. 

She had the whole world watching her all the fucking time. 

“Cariño, we’re not like everyone else,” Alexia said, running a hand through her hair. “I have contracts and sponsors and… I just don’t want to do anything that could cause problems, you know?”

Y/n tugged at her wrist harder, and this time Alexia let her go with a huff. Y/n's eyebrows were furrowed.

“It 's a tiktok trend, Alexia! I'm not going to film you using cocaine or kicking a puppy!” Y/n said, the tone of her voice getting louder. “Everybody does it! Everybody! It's supposed to be fun, something that couples do.”

Alexia Pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“We are not everybody,” she repeated as if Y/n didn't listen the first time.

“No! You are not everybody,” Y/N huffed, crossing her arms. “And maybe I just wanted to feel like a normal girlfriend for once—ever think about that? I miss spending time with you!”

Y/n loved Alexia, she had said it to her three months ago, she loved her so much it hurt, but moments like this, when she felt like a secret, when she felt like Alexia’s career was the most important thing in in life, she sometimes wished Alexias was just another normal person.

Maybe that way Alexia would have time for her. Maybe if she wasn’t La Reina, Alexia would walk with her and hold her hand, maybe they wouldn't have to spend all their time together because Alexia was too busy to be with her.

Someday she wished Alexia wasn’t La Reina. Today was one of those days.

Alexia opened her mouth, but Y/n didn't let her argue.

“Nope, I’m talking—because you just got back from a three-week camp, and now you’re leaving again! For another week! In Portugal! Do you see the problem here, Ale?”

“I know, cariño,” Alexia sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s just… My schedule is a mess. I don’t know how to fix that.”

Alexia knew it was coming, she just didn’t know it was going to be today. When she got back from long trips Y/n would always whine and complain about how much she was away, but she never screamed or yelled about it. 

They had arguments over it, but it was always toned down, almost like very logical arguments. But this time Y/n seemed to have a lot of feeling boiling inside of her, waiting for the right moment to let them ou.t

Y/N stepped closer, pressing a hand flat against Alexia’s chest. “It means that I miss you, Alexia. Like, a lot.”

Y/n felt a tear on her cheek, but she quickly cleaned it, she wasn’t going to cry. She was angry and frustrated–with a very good reason–and

“I miss you! But even when you're around we can't do girlfriend stuff because of football, or because of the media, interviews, photoshoots–” Y/n counted down on her finger every little commitment Alexia had on her routine regularly.”

“–and I know you have your career, but–” Okay, maybe she was going to cry a little.

Alexia wrapped her arms around Y/n, bringing her close to her chest. 

“–you have me too.” Y/n finished, finally letting the tears run free as she buried her face in Alexia's chest, letting herself be comforted.

Alexia sat back down on the couch, bringing Y/n with her; the younger girl was straddling her lap, her face resting on Alexia’s neck.

Y/n let out a shaky breath, pressing her forehead against Alexia’s shoulder. The weight of the moment settled between them, thick and unspoken.

Alexia didn’t rush to fill the silence. Instead, she tightened her hold, her fingers tracing slow patterns against Y/n’s back. “Hey,” she murmured after a while, voice soft but sure. “I’ve got you.”

“Calma, tot està bé." [it's okay.] Alexia continued in a soft tone. “Pots plorar, sóc aquí." [“I'm here, you can cry"]

Alexia patted Y/n’s back, chin on the younger girl's head. She rocked Y/n and let her cry for a few minutes, even though she hated the sounds of her girl’s sobs.

When Y/n seemed calmer, Alexia slightly pushed her body away so she could look at her.

 Alexia cleaned some tears on her cheek and kissed the pout on Y/n's face. 

“I’m sorry, mi vida," Alexia said softly, rubbing her thumb over Y/N’s cheek. "I didn’t realize how much this was bothering you.”

Y/n looked down, feeling embarrassed by her outburst. “No, I'm–I'm Sorry, I shouldn't freak out over a stupid TikTok.”

“No, don't say that,” Alexia said, kissing her forehead. “It's not stupid if you care about it, and both of us know it’s more than the TikTok thing,”

“It's just a TikTok trend” Y/n mumbled, feeling like a spoiled brat. “I'm not gonna lose a limb, it's alright, we don't have to do It.” 

“We can do it, sí?” Alexia said. “But you have to explain it to me again.”

Y/n smiled at Alexia. “Ok, I'll explain again.”

“Great!” Alexia said, kissing in on the lips. “And after that, we can sit down and plan a trip just for us.”

Y/n sniffled, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “A trip?” she repeated, her voice still slightly shaky. “You don’t have any breaks until July, we can’t make any trips.”

“Not a long trip, no. But I was thinking… Maybe we can steal a weekend for ourselves. Just the two of us.” Alexia hummed, tucking a loose strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear. ��Soy la Reina, no? I’ll ask for a day off next Friday, so we’ll have the whole weekend for us.” 

“You don't have to do that just because of me,” Y/n said. “Your career is important, I know it. I was just being… sort of a brat.”

“You weren’t being a brat, don’t say that,” Alexia cupped Y/n’s face. “I've been very busy, I know we haven’t spent a lot of quality time together; I’ll get better at it, okay?”

Y/n nodded, bringing her face to Alexia’s shoulder. 

“I didn't mean it when I said I wanted us to be like everybody else,” Y/n whispered. “I'm sorry I said that.”

Y/n was embarrassed now. Y/n knew she was agreeing to all of this when she and Alexia started dating. She wasn't being fair to Alexia. The players had an opposite life compared to her, a very different one from most people, and Y/ should respect it.

Alexia sighed, rubbing Y/N’s back. “I know it sucks, cariño. I don’t mean to make you feel like an afterthought—it’s just… football takes over everything.”

“I’m sorry it took me some time to see it,” Alexia continued, putting her hand under Y/n’s shoulder and rubbing her back, feeling the slight movement of her breathing.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Tenerife,” Alexia said after a few minutes. “Alba went there last month and said it was very charming.”

“Tenerife is nice,” Y/N mumbled against Alexia’s skin. “It’s got beaches… a volcano… and probably a bunch of cute little cafés.”

“A volcano? That’s cool. Alba didn’t tell me about that.”

“Yeah, it’s a dormant one, but it's interesting, I guess.”

Alexia kissed Y/n’s forehead and rocker again, gently, wanting the girl to feel safe and comfortable.

“We’re going there next week, I’ll buy the plane tickets,” Alexia said. “You just worry about buying cute bikini sets and searching about dormant volcanoes.”

Alexia finally achieved what she wanted. Y/n let out a little giggle, but it soon faded. 

“Ale, really, we don’t have to do it,” Y/n said, taking her head from Alexia's shoulder to meet her eyes. “I don't want to get between you and your calendar, I understand the International season is starting and all that.” 

“Plus, if you really want to take some days off, you could use them to rest, you haven’t taken a break during the whole season.” Y/n continued.

“I’ll be on a beautiful island with a pretty and smart girl by my side,” Alexia said cheekily. “That’d be a proper holiday, of course I’m gonna rest.”

“Plus, it’ll be nice to just... be,” Alexia admitted, rubbing a hand over her neck. “No schedules, no press, no—” she huffed, shaking her head before offering a small, almost shy smile. “Just you and me. That sounds perfect.”

Y/n said nothing, she only buried her face in Alexia’s Barcelona hoodie.

“Are you feeling a little better now?” Alexia asked.

“Yes,” Y/n said. “But I’m sorry for crying and making you feel guilty,” Y/n said with a slight flush on her cheeks.

“No, no,” Alexia said, shaking her head. “You don’t apologize, I was in the wrong here.”

She took Y/n’s chin in her hand, looking her in the eyes. 

“I’m not planning this trip out of guilt, alright?” The player promised. “It’s because I really miss doing fun stuff with you… You know, activities that don’t revolve around watching Love Island,” Alexia teased, poking Y/n’s side.

“Wait, what?!” Y/N blinked at her. “All this time and you were just pretending to care about Love Island?”. 

Alexia scrunched her nose. “Yes, cariño, I just watch it because you like it.”

Y/n got out of Alexia’s lap, a betrayed expression on her face.

“Who are you?!”

“I don’t mind watching, I just think it’s boring.”

“Boring?!” Y/n said looking down in disbelief. “I can’t believe it, Ale! You always seemed so excited for the next episode.”

“Because I knew you were excited, bebè,” Alexia smiled at her sweetly. 

“All this time… our whole relationship… built on lies?” Y/n clutched her chest. “Do you even love me, or was that a lie too?”

Alexia, laughing, pulls Y/n back into her lap. “Shh, cariño. No more questions.”

After a moment of exaggerated betrayal, Y/n huffed dramatically but let herself be pulled back into Alexia’s lap. She crossed her arms, still feigning offence.

“You're lucky you’re cute,” she muttered.

Alexia chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s temple. “I know.”

Alexia nuzzled into Y/n’s neck, placing a few lazy kisses there. “So, what’s next?”

Y/n hummed, pretending to think. “Well, since you’ve just shattered my trust, I’d say the only way to fix this relationship is…” She grabbed her phone, waving it slightly.

Alexia narrowed her eyes. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” Y/n grinned, already pulling up the TikTok. “So basically we just say ‘suspect and–”

Alexia kept the same smile on her face and Y/n explained it to her. Did she feel tonta doing the Tik Tok? Yes. Did she do it anyway because Y/n asked. Absolutely.

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[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

THIS

I feel like a lot of people these days don't have friends

They have aquaintances, but they don't know that and call them friends

The kind of "friend" who is like

"Don't ask your friends to pick you up/help you/help you move, be a grown up an dpay people for it"

They kind of friend you call becasue your car broke on the highway and you can't afford a towing service

SO you call a friend and THEY call a towing service (that you STILL can't afford) don't pay for it and then get pissy if you aren't greatfull ...

There is just a generell lack of "relationship" in friendships these days

Friends are people you laugh with, you catch a movie with etc ...

But if you NEED someone ... please get yourself professional help ...

Reminds me of that poor women from Nellie Bly’s Experience on Blackwell’s Island. (And that was way way back in 1887)

Her "friends" stuffed her in a loony bin after she had a fever and would have needed some time to reconvalenscence, becasue they could not be arsed to care for her

She was a young girl, twenty-five years old. She told me that she had just gotten up from a sick bed. Her appearance confirmed her story. She looked like one who had had a severe attack of fever. “I am now suffering from nervous debility,” she said, “and my friends have sent me here to be treated for it.”

(...)

As the doctor was about to leave the pavilion Miss Tillie Mayard discovered that she was in an insane ward.

She went to Dr. Field and asked him why she had been sent there.

“Have you just found out you are in an insane asylum?” asked the doctor.

“Yes; my friends said they were sending me to a convalescent ward to be treated for nervous debility, from which I am suffering since my illness, I want to get out of this place immediately.”

“Well, you won’t get out in a hurry,” he said, with a quick laugh.

“If you know anything at all,” she responded, “you should be able to tell that I am perfectly sane. Why don’t you test me?”

“We know all we want to on that score,” said the doctor, and he left the poor girl condemned to an insane asylum, probably for life, without giving her one feeble chance to prove her sanity.

(...)

By this time Miss Mayard had been undressed, and, much as I hated my recent bath, I would have taken another if by it I could have saved her the experience. Imagine plunging that sick girl into a cold bath when it made me, who have never been ill, shake as if with ague. I heard her explain to Miss Grupe that her head was still sore from her illness. Her hair was short and had mostly come out, and she asked that the crazy woman be made to rub more gently, but Miss Grupe said:

(...)

Miss Mayard could not eat, (...) My heart ached to see the sick patients grow sicker over the table. I saw Miss Tillie Mayard so suddenly overcome at a bite that she had to rush from the dining-room and then got a scolding for doing so. When the patients complained of the food they were told to shut up; that they would not have as good if they were at home, and that it was too good for charity patients. (...) Miss Tillie Mayard suffered more than any of us from the cold, and yet she tried to follow my advice to be cheerful and try to keep up for a short time. Superintendent Dent brought in a man to see me. He felt my pulse and my head and examined my tongue. I told them how cold it was, and assured them that I did not need medical aid, but that Miss Mayard did, and they should transfer their attentions to her. They did not answer me, and I was pleased to see Miss Mayard leave her place and come forward to them. She spoke to the doctors and told them she was ill, but they paid no attention to her.

(...)

Miss Tillie Mayard suffered greatly from cold. One morning she sat on the bench next to me and was livid with the cold. Her limbs shook and her teeth chattered. I spoke to the three attendants who sat with coats on at the table in the center of the floor.

“It is cruel to lock people up and then freeze them,” I said. They replied she had on as much as any of the rest, and she would get no more. Just then Miss Mayard took a fit and every patient looked frightened. Miss Neville caught her in her arms and held her, although the nurses roughly said:

“Let her fall on the floor and it will teach her a lesson.” Miss Neville told them what she thought of their actions, and then I got orders to make my appearance in the office.

Just as I reached there Superintendent Dent came to the door and I told him how we were suffering from the cold, and of Miss Mayard’s condition. (...) Assuring him that I needed no medical aid, I told him to go to Miss Mayard. He did so. From Miss Neville and other patients I learned what transpired. Miss Mayard was still in the fit, and he caught her roughly between the eyebrows or thereabouts, and pinched until her face was crimson from the rush of blood to the head, and her senses returned. All day afterward she suffered from terrible headache, and from that on she grew worse.

Insane? Yes, insane; and as I watched the insanity slowly creep over the mind that had appeared to be all right I secretly cursed the doctors, the nurses and all public institutions. Some one may say that she was insane at some time previous to her consignment to the asylum. Then if she were, was this the proper place to send a woman just convalescing, to be given cold baths, deprived of sufficient clothing and fed with horrible food?

(...)

As the days passed Miss Tillie Mayard’s condition grew worse. She was continually cold and unable to eat of the food provided. Day after day she sang in order to try to maintain her memory, but at last the nurse made her stop it. I talked with her daily, and I grieved to find her grow worse so rapidly. At last she got a delusion. She thought that I was trying to pass myself off for her, and that all the people who called to see Nellie Brown were friends in search of her, but that I, by some means, was trying to deceive them into the belief that I was the girl. I tried to reason with her, but found it impossible, so I kept away from her as much as possible, lest my presence should make her worse and feed the fancy.

(...)

I saw Tillie Mayard, and she had changed so much for the worse that I shuddered when I looked at her.

Where was I?

Ah yes

These days people have loads and loads of "friends" but there seems to be a lack of friendship and trust to more and more of them ...

I wonder why that is.

[yanderedrabbles]

Wanders in here trembling and shaking

The outlaws have crawled into my brain and I am not okay. I am so not okay. Got that on my for you last night, finished it this morning, and here we are hours later with brain rot i cannot cure orz

I beg, I'm sure not naming them may have been for a reason, but do they have names? I just. For my poor brain that is so unwell it needs names to just implode more over.

((btw amazing writing skills I'm on my hands and knees I plan on binging your content later once I have recovered))

Yandere Wild West Gang - Names

Oooh, this is such a fun question! I rarely give my characters names, not out of any major stylistic choice, but because I write a ton and coming up with names for all of them would get so confusing so fast. In this case though, I think their names tell us quite a lot about their lives and personalities.

I think the boss would have a name with a bit more weight to it. Still very cowboy, but a bit more formal. I'm thinking Rhett or Cassidy. It's got this hint of authority about it, y'know?

The gunslingers are flippant and arrogant. Young men who live fast and expect to die young. Their names reflect that - short, blunt, almost impersonal.

I see the green eyed gunslinger as Clay. And the dark skinned gunslinger as Cash. I don't think either one is a birth name. Clay and Cash are the kind of names you give when you drift into a town where the whiskey hits hard and the men hit harder. I like to think that's exactly what happened and the names just happened to stick.

The wrangler is Lakota so pulling what info I could from my research, I'd say the name he goes by is his honour name rather than his birth name. The name he earned for his deeds. Tahatan (ta-hat-tann) which means Hawk.

I can see the other outlaws mostly calling him Hawk or Tan. He likes it when you use his full name though. And maybe one day he'll tell you the story of how he got it.

The kid is definitely Boone. Don't ask me why, it just makes sense. It's the name I'd expect on a colt just growing into adulthood. Still nervous and wild. It could be the name of an outlaw or a ranch hand, and the only difference is whether you say it with kindness or with hate.

The second in command was tricky. Chinese names have changed a bit since the Cultural Revolution so I couldn't pull directly. I took inspiration from the very few Chinese railroad workers whose names we still have on record. His name is Li Dan, but everyone calls him Lee. He doesn't mind what you call him, but he has to admit that it does feel pretty special to hear you say his full name.

There ya go! I'm basing all this off vibes btw.  

[revelboo]

I'm asking for more Jazz or Ironhide crumbs... I will consume any content you throw at me at this point.

I'm a huge Jazz and Ironhide fan, ngl....

Hides the rest of my favorites in the closet

I just live those two

How about scenarios with both? 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

I may be a bit scarce today- one of my friends has lovingly hounded the unholy crap out of me to suck it up and actually publish a manuscript instead of just saving them to my computer and starting the next book- she even mocked up a cover for me, but I think she’s mostly invested in me continuing the series since she has a thing for the twins in the next book…

All I ever really do with finished manuscripts is enter them into Romance Writers of America national chapter contests to try and win certificates to hang on my wall 😅 So I’ll be editing a sci-fi romance manuscript today at work between, well, actual work.

Jazz and Ironhide Scenarios

Jazz x Reader

• Groaning, you hang onto the pillow when Jazz tries to tug it away, the mattress dipping slightly as he cages you. Sprawled on your belly, you hear him chuckle before his mouth brushes the back of your shoulder. “Come on, kitten. Share a meal with me,” he whispers, venting to stir your hair. Feel his chassis bump your back as he shifts against you and a big hand braces near your head. And there’s not much point in pretending to be asleep. Not when he bites your earlobe just hard enough to sting.

• Primus, you’re so sweet. Head turning to shoot him a sleepy, disgruntled look. Laughing he presses another soft bite against the back of your shoulder and you reach back to swat at him, whining his name and it goes straight to his spike. Head lifting, he grins at the faint mark his denta left on your skin. And the urge to leave more lifts through him. Mark you as his. Leave those little mementos all over you. Feels you suck in a deep breath, but you don’t bother to get up. So he scoots back and bites the curve of your hip, laughing when you nearly roll off the mattress, kicking out a leg, little foot landing on his shoulder. “Don’t,” you growl.

• Shifting against you, he catches your leg and keeps it up. Hears your breath hitch when he leans over you, carefully pinning you. Distracted from refueling by the sight of you naked, sprawled inelegantly under him. “Don’t what?” He teases, servos flexing against your calf as he reaches with his other hand to touch you. And those eyes he loves flare with heat and need, lips parting. Freeing his spike, he grips himself and slides the head against you. Teasing himself as much as you. “Don’t do this?” He asks, voice roughening.

• Body heating at the laughter and need in his voice, he’s grinning crookedly down at you, hips rocking slightly so the head of his spike presses against you before he’s sliding against you again. Visor brightening when you lift your hips as much as you can with one of your legs up. “I thought you were hungry?” You manage, arching on a breathless sound at the next lazy slide. Head tipping as his attention slides from your face down, watching as he rocks himself again, slowly stretching you as his lips part.

Ironhide x Reader

• Letting himself into his habsuite, he swears softly seeing you and hurriedly shuts the door cutting off Red Alert mid sentence before the other bot can see you sprawled on his berth amid your blankets. “Couldn’t even wait for me to get off rotation, darlin’?” He growls, trying to keep the irritation from his tone. Little brat, laying there legs spread on full display from the door. What if someone else had gone into his habsuite? Seen you like that, little fingers playing with yourself? He’d have to offline someone. Of course, as much as you love drama, you’d probably find it entertaining.

• Head lifting to stare at him, you keep pumping your fingers inside yourself. “Took too long,” you manage, flashing him a grin to make him rumble as he secures the door and strides closer. “I have needs, you know. And I was bored.” It’s not like there’s much else to do and baiting the bot? Trying to rile him up? Too much fun when you know what the repercussions are. And he’s grabbing the edge of the berth, expression thunderous as you make a show of it, arching your back on a moan. Taunting him. Not even surprised when he vaults up with you, mass shifting.

• “Bored,” he retorts, optics lazily sliding from your fingers moving urgently up your body to your face and the challenge in those eyes. “You missing me, darlin’?” That sinful mouth of yours twitching into a cocky smile as he kneels between your spread thighs and catches your wrist. Venting when you tug against his grip with a little huff. “Always in a hurry,” he mutters, using his hold on you to move your hand against yourself. Slow and deep.

• Squirming as he watches you, controlling how fast you can go, you’re aware of those optics sliding over you. Seeing everything. Seeing too much. No matter how many times he’s seen your old scars, you hate when he looks at them. When he calls them proof of your strength instead of just ugly reminders of all the bad decisions you’ve made. Eyes closing, you shiver and lose yourself to the feel of him touching you, taking control. Not understanding why he wants you even now knowing how broken you are.

[fortunapre]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬...Is Way Too Complicated [2]

SUMMARY y/n finds a solution to her ex coming back into the picture- one that involves her best friend and a fake relationship...

(multiple face claims) (pt 1. here) (fluff, tiny angst if you squint)

2 days later, and neither Y/n nor Oscar had made any progress on acknowledging their feelings. Even the internet and gossip columns knew more about it then each other….

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A walk around the paddock in good ol’ Austin Texas on Qualifying day was enough to make any sane person feel dizzy.

The heat! Oh god, the heat was terrible on the Saturday of qualifying. y/n felt like the sun was somehow targeting her directly. Her skin was hot to the touch and her hairline was sweaty.

The only thing rivaling the southern sun was the people. Imagine standing in 100F degree weather and then add in hundreds of thousands of people.

The American flag was everywhere, flying above, on posters, or plastered to sweaty skin and paired with the smallest shorts possible.

This race was definitely one of the most stress inducing for any guest.

Y/n wasn’t just any guest though. No, she had a past with this track. This town. It was something she swore she’d never return to after what happened. However, this time is different and she is a changed woman.

After all, she has Oscar.

imessges- Y/Ns POV

When y/n tapped on Oscar’s location it opened up to the Mclaren hospitality. Thank god she knew where that was.

After getting through crowds of people and the security, she finally reached the main entry. There, she saw Oscar on his phone, at the other side of the room. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes: he was wearing his racing suit tied around his waist (y/n’s favorite race look), and his messy hair was tucked into an orange cap with his number. Y/n was definitely staring, but she couldn’t pull her eyes from his side profile and how the sun was shining right on him from the window. Thankfully, he never looked up from his phone and caught y/n ogling him.

Then, before walking over to him, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention: standing a few feet away from Oscar, was y/n’s latest heartbreak.

What the hell is he doing at McLaren?

Her ex had a pair of Mclaren garage headphones on, and was animatedly talking with an engineer. When he turned to the side to face the screens, she caught sight of a VIP Guest Access Pass hanging from his neck.

Y/n immediately backed out of the room, before her ex could see her. She walked fast, and kept going straight ahead, too afraid to look back.

Eventually y/n pushed open a nearby door to a- thankfully- empty meeting room.

She exhaled a relieved breath and locked the door behind her. She slid her back down the door and cringed at the memory of him resurfacing.

She was so overwhelmed with the sight of her ex because the wound was still fresh- she hadn’t actually seen him in person since he dumped her over the phone like an asshole. Instead of sadness or anxiety, y/n felt mostly angry.

Angry at her ex and the memories... but mostly angry at how she was reacting. This whole coming-back-to-F1 thing was supposed to help her, not make her panic.

She sat by the door for a few more seconds and counted her breaths until she was ready to go out again. She tried to let her mind clear and let in some more calming thoughts. The thought about her love of F1, her family, and how she has other people that care about her. Like Oscar...

Oscar!

Y/n suddenly remembered that she just left him back there and he was probably waiting for her.

After counting to about 30-something, to quickly regain confidence, she stood up, smoothed her jean skirt, and opened the door.

“Y/n!” In front of her was not an empty hallway but her closest friend who she was about to go find. “I, uh, I saw run out and go in here,” Oscar said while tilting his head to look behind her into the empty room, probably wondering why she was in there.

Oscar looked back and his eyes settled on y/n again. He blatantly gave her a once-over, looking her up and down-he was both making sure she was ok and partially checking her out. She was wearing cowboy boots, a short jean skirt that showed off her legs, and most importantly- a McLaren shirt.

He cleared his throat, remembering where they were, and spoke again. “Are you ok?” Oscar's face changed into one of concern where he squinted his eyes a bit. Y/n almost smiled at how cute it was.

Y/n felt heat go to her cheeks at the intrusive thought.

She really didn't want to talk about everything right now, so she decided to just play it off. “Yeah, of course I’m ok, it’s qualifying and you, my friend is about to get pole!” She put her arm through his and walked together away from the empty room.

She was trying to seem as unfazed as possible and change the subject, but Oscar could see through her mask.

“Y/n…” Oscar gave her a pointed look and stopped them again in the middle of the hallway. His eye contact almost made it seem like he was looking through her- like he could see everything she was thinking. “Come on, give me more credit than that," he spoke softly.

“Really, Osc. I’m good, I just needed to take a break from the billions of naked people.” Y/n answered with a gentle smile and joking laugh, pushing down a random thought about how Oscar's eyes were so easy to drown in.

Oscar took his hand off of y/n and grimaced. “Ok first of all, that’s a horrible image to put in my mind, second of all, there are a few topless people but no one's naked. Then…” He became suddenly distracted by something behind her.

A man he's seen walking around Mclaren was weirdly staring at them, or more specifically at y/n.

“Third of all?” y/n continued for him, breaking his trance. Oscar shook his head like he was erasing a thought.

“Third of all….” Oscar began again and smiled big. “You are shit at lying.”

“Ughh.” Y/n put her head down in defeat. She moved closer to Oscar and rested her head on his chest.

Oscar smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. However, while her head was in his chest, Oscar took a second glance at the man down the hall. He was gone now, no longer standing where he once was, but, to Oscar, something seemed... off about him.

“Can we go to your driver’s room and talk?” y/n suggested, tilting her head up to face him. Oscar looked down at her, nodded and then released her so they could walk back.

imessages- Y/N's POV

A few minutes later, Oscar pulled up in his sleek McLaren. From his driver seat, he saw Y/N wating for him at the door. She was standing with her arms wrapped around her waist, hugging herself. Thoughts of how he wished he could hold her and keep her warm flew to the front of Oscar's mind. He thought about how cuddly she looked in her sweats and hoodie.

Oscar looked away and furrowed his eyebrows at the realization of where his mind had just wandered to.

He his cleared throat into the silence of his car and tried to clear his mind of the now burning unfriendly thoughts about cuddling Y/n.

When looked back through his car window, he found y/n to be walking toward his car, having spotted him.

She quietly situated herself in the low car and waited for Oscar to start driving. He knew that she was overwhelmed (well technically she told him directly) but he could see it in her actions as well. Her ex showing up was really bothering her, and this, in turn, was bothering Oscar.

How could anyone hurt her willingly? And worse, how could any one hurt her and expect to be accepted again?

‘She deserves more. She deserves so so much more’ Oscar thought to himself.

Silently, Oscar drove Y/N to the icecream shop down the road. Once they reached they’re destination, Y/N smiled and unbuckled her seatbelt.

Y/n wasn’t in the mood to talk, but she hoped that Oscar knew just how much she appreciated him. He was always there for her. Anywhere. For everything and anything- he was there.

Then, suddenly, breaking both Oscar and Y/n’s thought process and they got out, was someone yelling from down the street.

“Y/n! Is that you?” Now walking towards them, was none other than y/n’s ex- the guy one from the VIP Mclaren area earlier.

He just couldn’t get a hint and Y/n was so tired of trying to push him back away. She rolled her eyes and hugged herself again. “You left me so easily months ago, why can’t you fuck off again!” Y/n yelled with newfound anger at seeing him again.

Any sane person would take a hint at a girl like y/n yelling at them, but this guy was just not leaving. “Y/n please i just want to talk! I know your mad…” He got closer and closer to them, walking up to Y/n.

“No! There’s nothing to talk about! You broke up with me and i’m finally accepting it. Please let me be.”

“But how can you-“ Y/n’s ex tried to speak but Oscar cut him off this time.

“How can she? Mate, I heard about what you did and even I want you to leave.” Oscar stood next to Y/n, and folded his arms.

To any outsider, Oscar was definitely “puffing his chest” and being protective but Y/n was of course oblivious to this.

“What? Dude just leave this is between me and her” The ex tried to speak again.

“i don’t think so, man. She said fuck off.” Oscar turned to Y/n and asked her. “You said fuck off, right?”

Y/n didn’t know if he actually wanted her to reply or not so she just nodded and watched them argue.

“See.” Oscar pointed at her nod. “FUCK OFF!”

Then, suddenly, in a span of maybe 5 seconds, flashing cameras blinded the trio’s vision.

“Shit!” “What the-“

Y/n covered her eyes with a hand, both blocking the flash and her identity. Actually, it was probably too late anyways, since the cameras definitely caught Oscar yelling at her ex.

That photo will definitely be on the front of the next drama magazine.

Oscar carefully pushed her into the passenger side of the car and got in as well, trying to get away.

Wherever her ex ran off to when the paparazzi showed up, the cameras didn’t seem to care. All -6?- cameras we’re still surrounding the Mclaren, trying to get photos.

Oscar shut his eyes tight and leaned his head back on the headrest, sick of the stress of paparazzi. Next to him, however, instead of stress, y/n was thinking:

Earlier, while she was waiting for Oscar to pick her up, Y/n was thinking about any possible solution to get her ex and the media off of her back. He was obsessive and he wasn’t leaving without force.

One idea was if she simply moved on faster and just started dating someone.

If she was taken, her ex couldn’t bother her, right? Because then she’d be “off limits” and her ex would have to give up. If she had a boyfriend, the media would also probably give up since the drama would be over. Win-Win.

Now, as the paparazzi moved to the front of the car to get a better picture of the duo, Y/n had the craziest idea.

“Oscar!” Y/n didn’t mean to yell but her mind was going a hundred miles an hour and she didn’t want to miss this chance.

Oscar’s eyes shot open and he looked around like something was wrong. “WHAT?! what? what’s wrong- why are you yelling!”

“nothing, just please listen really fast.” y/n was definitely going to regret this.

“Now?!”

“YES!” Y/n fully turned towards him and spoke fast.

“I had an idea of how to get my ex and the media to stop bothering me, and it includes just getting into a new relationship-“ she shook her head realizing she didn’t need to explain everything

She looked out the front window and saw that the paparazzi were starting to retreat.

“So! I was like “Damn! i’d need to get a boyfriend fast!” right? but who better to be my boyfriend than someone i already know! Then I wouldn’t have to go through talking stages and all that.”

Oscar looked so incredibly confused.

He was wondering why she was telling him this now and why his heart practically broke when she mentioned getting into a relationship.

Y/n moved closer to Oscar. From the corner of her eye, she saw the cameraman become interested again and bring up their cameras. At this, she moved so close to him it was almost inappropriate.

“Oscar I have a favor to ask you.” Y/n was extremely nervous. Nervous that he’d reject her amd also at their proximity.

Oscar heart started beating way to fast.

“Would you be in a PR relationship with me for a bit? It would only be short and we don’t need to go on dates or anything crazy. ANYWAYS… i’m mentioning this now, because…”

Oscar’s eyes blew wide at her question and he looked into her eyes, back to the paparazzi, and settled back on her.

Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed and she looked angelic this close. In this moment, Oscar realized, he was ready to throw away any best-friendship for a small taste of her lips that were basically hovering over his.

What was she doing. What was she doing to him..

He felt her breath on his lips and something like a buzz swirled in his stomach. If only she-

“…I need you to kiss me.” Y/n blurted.

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can you pls write something like Vi and reader use to be together when they were younger but then the whole of s1 happened and they meet again bc after Caitlyn hurt Vi, Vi went to visit the brothel in one if her drunken states and had sex with reader even though she didn't realize who she was until the following morning. they have like a sorta sweet but mostly heavy angsty reconnection and vi explains everything. - tysm i loveeeee reading ur stories honestly they make my day jst better 🩷

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Contains angst, smut, fingering, light oral

Violet x Reader

When you had seen Vi enter the brothel you worked at, it felt as if your heart had actually sunk to your stomach— you used to think it was just a stupid saying but, oh, was the feeling so real.

You and Vi had dated when the both of you were teenagers. You both used to once be inseparable until one day Vi disappeared without any trace. You were heartbroken and that's how you financially were impacted due to your emotional distress.

Since you were at a dire need of money, you didn't have much of a choice when you joined the brothel. It was a huge blow to your dignity and you hated how men would ogle and comment so inappropriately over your body, not to mention the horrid acts you had to perform simply to earn some cash.

Vi was so drunk when she paid to have you all to herself for the entire night. You entered the room, feeling slightly sweaty due to anticipation and nervousness.

The once teenager girl was now a very hot, muscle mommy and you felt like you had missed puberty compared to how much Vi'd changed.

"There you are," Vi cooed.

Her hand caressed the side of your face, tilting it to the side before she guided you to the bed where she gestured you to lay with a quiet command.

"Show me your cunt," she whispered.

Your legs slowly spread to expose your most sensitive part to Vi, you had hoped this would've happened differently. In a more fairytale-ish way, but life wasn't always rainbows and unicorns. You had to accept it.

Vi's breath was hot against your pussy, she licked up a bold stripe before steadying two slender fingers against your slit. She didn't wait for you to give her the go and she delved them inside causing your back to arch as you squeezed your eyes, throwing your head to the side.

"Too much?" Vi questioned.

"N-no, keep going," you responded.

Vi's fingers twisted in all angles possible making your toes curl and uncurl. Your eyes rolled back as you whined loudly from the pleasure. You never knew she was so skilled with her fingers.

Her touch was addictive, you wanted more in a concerning manner. You needed her. You needed her badly. Your hips rutted against her fingers needily as she added a third finger, pumping inside your pussy in a rough pace making wet squelching sounds echo in the bedroom.

"Vi," you moaned her name.

Vi paused for a second, "I never told you my name."

You paused as well, freezing in place with Vi's fingers deep in your cunt but before you could respond Vi aimed another deep thrust coercing a louder moan.

"Oh, my god! Oh! I'm gonna come!" You cried out.

Vi smirked slightly, her lip scar accentuated with the smirk. Her fingers only got faster making your legs instinctively try to close. Although, you had engaged in similar acts with your other clients, Vi doing this to you felt more personal.

It felt like love.

You liked sex for once in your life.

Your eyes widened with buildings tears as you finally came undone on her fingers, Vi rode out your orgasm before she slowly pulled her fingers out.

"You can take more, right, baby?" Vi sat up straight between your legs, holding your thighs with both hands.

You nodded.

"Yes, I can..."

"Good, I don't plan on giving you a breather," Vi chuckled.

The night stretched on and you had no idea when you had passed out while Vi was relentlessly fingering your pussy, as if determined to bring every single little string of orgasm out of your pussy.

You woke with a slight pain in your lower abdomen, where your womb was. Probably from the intense orgasms you had had. You turned to the sight and the view of Vi peacefully asleep beside you met your eyes.

She looked so small and vulnerable, her eyebrow slightly furrowed even in her sleep. Her arm was draped around your waist so damn protectively.

You didn't dare move, enjoying the moment you both had in the morning. Waiting for Vi to wake up, you decided to simply appreciate the beauty of the woman. She was naked under the sheets but that didn't bother you. The long lost love of your life was sleeping next to you.

That's what mattered.

Eventually, Vi stirred and woke.

Vi's blue eyes went wide seeing you and she rushed to sit up, wincing at the hangover headache but that was the least of her worries. She mumbled your name under her breath softly, reaching a hand to hold the side of your cheek.

"Am I hallucinating?" Vi whispered.

You shook your head, "No, this is very real."

"There's so much to say," Vi said after a pause, "I don't know where to begin."

"Maybe with an apology?" You crossed your arms as you leaned against the headboard of the bed, "Apology for flaking on me?"

"I'm sorry," Vi muttered, shifting closer, "Although, I know the expiry date on my words have passed years ago."

You laughed, bittersweet, "Yeah."

There was silence.

"There's been so much without you around," Vi mumbled under her breath, "Just so much, so damn much. And I wish I could undo all the stupid things I've done."

"To me? Or without me?" You looked at her.

"Both," Vi sighed.

After a pause, she spoke again, "I dated Caitlyn Kiramman. And before you say anything, she was pretty great actually. I know it goes against all your morals and stuff, but it meant a lot to me— the relationship."

"I'm guessing it fell apart? Or am I the sidechick?" You smirked faintly.

"Yeah, we broke off," Vi looked at the floor.

There was silence again, "I know I can't undo what I've already done but I want you to know I realised my faults in all of the past, I want to make it up to you if you're open to it. Of course, no rush, take your time deciding if you even wanna stick around."

"Vi..."

You saw Vi getting up, the mattress inflating slightly as she got off it. Vi picked her clothes up and started dressing up.

"I shouldn't stay," Vi shoved her hands in her jacket, "It was toxic enough I got drunk and had sex with you. I know it's work for you so... It's probably barely consented."

Vi turned away, "I'll get going."

You got up right before she grabbed the door handle, "Wait."

You pulled Vi by the wrist and pinned her to the wall, getting on your tippy toes to kiss her. Your lips were soft against her slightly chapped ones. Vi's eyes were wide for the first few seconds but then she melted in the kiss.

She craved you.

"I do want to stick around."

"Even after all the things I've done?" Vi looked at you with newfound affection.

"Yes," you affirmed.

Vi's hands encircled around your waist, gripping you closed to herself as if afraid you'd slip in through the gaps of her fingers.

"I'll never leave you again, I promise," Vi whispered.

"I know," you leaned your head against her chest, "I trust you."

[ohcorny]

okay i'm back from the movies let's talk about screen and multiply layers

you can read part 1 of this series of tutorial posts where i mostly talk about gradient maps here.

now we're going to talk about the other layer effects. i feel like these ones are already pretty commonly known, but i've also been using them for like 15 years so it's very easy to assume everyone knows everything but actually i'm just old. anyway.

the panel up top is where we're starting from. i've got a nice blue color gradient applied, and everything looks a bit more harmonious. but...... those inks are pretty harsh, especially in contrast to the background, where there's no black inks at all. i'd like everything to come together a little more.

you can do this with a gradient map, if the darkest value is set higher than black. but since we're not using the gradient map at 100% (it's just 30%) the black isn't really affected by it. so it just stays black.

what a screen layer will do--and this is in practice, i don't know what it's actually mathematically doing--is turn your darkest value into whatever color is on the screen layer. so this is what a screen layer set to 100% would do to this panel. (NOTE: all the layers applied in this post are clipped to a folder containing just the characters. they are not affecting the backgrounds, they'll just affect the characters. the gradient map does affect everything)

That's Pretty Blue! the color that neeta's hair currently appears is the color of the layer. everything else is lightened up and also made a little more blue. and this doesn't look terrible, but screen layers will pretty much always make your art a bit lighter, because it's trying to make its color the darkest color. tbh it's great for fog effects and making your blacks light enough that a texture can show up in them. but let's turn it down a bit, to 40%.

hey nice. everything is still a bit lighter, but neeta and emery's hair isn't as sharp against the background. still enough that they stand out as the most important things in the panel, but not so much that they feel pasted overtop. it's a bit like putting some atmospheric perspective between you, the reader, and the characters. there's air in the image. (and why it's good for fog!)

but i want it just a little darker to make up for the lightening up that happened. i don't think i actually need to explain multiply layers, because everyone has definitely used those for shading at one point or another. but here i'm using a very very light blue over the entire characters. i'm not using it for shadows, but to make everything a bit blue.

now it really feels like they're in a room. the only pure white is the speech bubble and gutters. their eyes/teeth/glasses will still read as white, but they are not white. everything is at least a Little blue, so everything is unified.

and that panel above is what the final looks like! let's look at it side by side with just the gradient map.

neat! it would be perfectly acceptable to stop with just the gradient map, if you value high contrast black inks and characters popping off the page. i... don't! i like the air that's generated by going a little bit lighter overall. it has a nice matte effect, which is why i'm very glad my book was printed on matte paper.

and that's why hunger's bite looks so good. you should buy it and read it

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Where'd You Come From?

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: An adorable customer wanders into your bakery and introduces you to someone you'd never met, who piques your curiosity. Takes place after Season 3 when Din and Grogu have been living in their cabin on Nevarro. This is the first fic in my Sugar, Spice, and Starlight Series!

Tropes: Fluff, Meet Cute, Bakery AU, Grumpy vs. Sunshine

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: I don't think there's really any? The reader is really soft and likes to bake? The reader simping over a man's voice (as we all should)? Din might be a little bit OOC. It's mostly just fluff.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n! I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite! This is my first time writing for Din, so please be gentle.

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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A/N: Honestly, I've been kinda afraid to post this for a while, but @jollyhunter thank you so much for encouraging me! You're a wonderful friend 💗

The smell of fresh bread, cinnamon, and brown sugar wrapped you in a blanket of warmth as you pulled a tray from one of the large ovens at the back of your bakery. It was not the first tray to be born of flame and love today, nor would it be the last.

You smiled down at the perfect pan of browning pastry with pride swelling in your chest, admiring your handiwork. It had been two days since you opened your small bakery tucked into the corner of a colorful street on Nevarro and you were already convinced that it was the best decision you had ever made, despite your older brother's insistences that you were crazy for doing so.

Sure, Nevarro was in the middle of nowhere, was populated by angry bounty hunters, and probably wasn't the safest place to live, but you loved it. Every day there was a market that opened in the early hours of the morning, close enough that you could wander through the colorful stalls meeting new people, trying food and sweets from all over the galaxy, and browsing through the handcrafted wares the others sold. On weekends the new fountain in the center of town was surrounded by parents while children squealed and ran through the cooling sprays of water. It was a lovely place to sit and soak up the warm sun, while your mind slipped into the soothing prose of a book perched on your knee.

The longer you stayed on Nevarro, the more you felt apart of its growing community and the more you felt like you belonged there. You hadn't felt like you belonged anywhere in years, not after you lost your grandmother, and you were left with an cold empty house filled with echoes of someone long gone, shades of a life you lived that could only exist in your memory.

Your brother had left you years before, angry, fueled with a fire to make the people who destroyed your home and orphaned the two of you pay, choosing rather to leave you with your grandmother than watch from the sidelines.

But you never blamed him for leaving when he was only fifteen and you barely ten. You weren't angry anymore about losing your parents to the war the way so many others had. Maybe it was because you'd lost them when you were too young to remember their faces while your brother was still haunted by the voice of your mother singing him to sleep.

But you supposed that without your grandmother you never would have fallen in love with baking and found the thing that made you feel whole and brought you comfort when everything else seemed to fall apart around you. It was her that fueled your own love of baking, tempered it and helped it grow from a small spark to a burning flame.

Her constant praise and encouragements in the time the two of you spent tucked into her kitchen filled with light and love made you the person you were today. She taught you everything you knew, spoke about opening a bakery of her own for years, but never did. You knew that she would have wanted you to sell the house to do what she couldn't, so you did, and you didn't look back.

The constant flow of customers in and out of the shop, the chatter that rose from patrons sitting on the carved wooden tables made of strong smooth wood, and the people who continued to say how wonderful it was to have you there only supported your decision to move here.

She would have loved this.

You think to yourself with a smile, gaze falling to your grandmother's overstuffed book of recipes that sat with pages fanning on the counter, before you drop your free hand to smooth a wrinkle from the floral apron wrapped around your waist. One of hers that you'd tied there for good luck over your dark blue skirt.

You supposed that it was working given the fact that you'd completely sold out of treats yesterday and now already halfway through the third day, you were out of some of your favorites.

At this rate I'm going to have to hire someone else to work the counter for me.

You never imagined to have this kind of response, but now you lived for it.

The fresh tray you pulled from the oven is heavy, but it's a pleasant weight. You maneuver through the cozy kitchen to place it on the counter where the sweet buns could cool before you iced them with the thick periwinkle colored frosting chilling in the refrigerator in the corner, but as you do, you hear the front door chime.

It was later in the day, and you were taking advantage of the lull before you expected another rush of customers to come in. The last patron had left fifteen minutes ago, placing her ceramic mug in the big plastic bin on top of the trashcan by the front doors, before walking out with a cheerful "goodbye."

The smile you have when you hear the jingle is genuine, the prospect of sharing your gift of baking with someone else warming your heart.

"One minute." You call, arranging the tray on the crowded countertop before you wipe your flour covered hands on the apron at your waist and make your way through the green curtain that hangs in the doorway of the kitchen, dividing the front and back of the shop. Your eyes flick upwards, expecting to see someone standing there behind the counter waiting for service, but the shop is empty.

"Hello?" You ask tentatively, looking over the counter at the empty wooden chairs and tables arranged beyond before the doorway and wide windows at the front of your shop. Sunlight filters through the glass in happy patches of light, illuminating the furniture just inside the door.

But no one answers you.

That's weird.

You hear something make a cooing noise, but you still can't see anyone, and there's a small part of you that's disappointed someone left without asking for help.

The odd noise sounds again, almost like the small multicolored bird-like creatures in the cages hanging above the shop next door.

Maybe one got out and is trapped in here somewhere.

The thought makes your fingers itch for the broom leaning in the corner, expecting something to come swooping down at you from the rafters above. Nothing was worse that finding out at the last minute that something you were trying to shoo could fly.

You walk around the counter looking for the source of the sound while bracing yourself for attack, but stop when you see a little green creature swaddled in brown cloth standing in front of the one of the glass cases loaded with sweets. He turns his gaze in your direction, presses his little three fingered hand against the glass, and coos softly as if asking you for one of the treats that sit in organized rows within.

"Um-" You look around the room hoping to see an adult, someone who he belongs to, but there's no one. "Hey there little guy." You stoop down next to him so you can see him better.

The creature smiles and gurgles happily, tapping his hand against the front of the case filled with pastry again to make a point.

"Where's your mommy?" You pick him up gently, cradling him in your arms. "Did you get lost?"

He coos again and touches your chin with a smile so cute that it's impossible not to return it. The sharp nails catch against your smooth skin, but you don't mind.

He's so cute.

You think to yourself with a soft smile.

I wonder who he belongs to?

You bite the inside of your cheek and contemplate what you should do. You were still relatively new on Nevarro and hadn't introduced yourself to the sheriff yet, but you'd heard of her. The problem was you had no idea where Cara Dune would be at this time of the day and you'd never seen a creature like him walking around when you went to the market or... really seen a creature like him ever.

I can't just keep him! Someone could be looking for him and it wasn't on my agenda today to become a kidnapper. I mean, that's never on my agenda, but today isn't any different!

You raise your eyes to look out the front door and large windows of your bakery, watching a few people pass by, but you don't see anyone resembling the child in your arms.

A sigh builds in your chest, contrasting the thrumming anxiety building in your body.

Maybe I should feed him, he looks hungry. And if his family doesn't come in by the end of the day I'll go find Cara Dune. She's got to know who he belongs to.

It seemed like a good plan, plus you figured the way that the creature was looking at the pastries it wouldn't hurt to give him a little something before you tried to find his family.

"Well, I don't really know how you ended up in here, but somebody's gotta be looking for you." You sigh, softly stroking his green ears. He wriggles in your arms, sighing under his breath and leans into your comforting touch. "Are you hungry?"

He turns and waves his hand at one of the glass cases loaded with multi-colored pastries again.

"Guess that's a yes." You laugh as you walk back around the case to place him on the counter right next to the register resting in between the two glass displays. "Sit here cutie. I'll get you something."

He waits patiently on the counter kicking his little feet where they hang over the edge, while you turn to the case on your left and grab a Uj'alayi square, a traditional Mandalorian sweet, from the display. The brown sticky pastry crumbles in his little hand as you give it to him. "This one's my favorite. It's my mother's recipe."

Your mother had been born on Mandalore years before the Clone Wars, but she'd left when she met your father, taking the traditions from her family with her to start anew. You'd never met any of her family members before and supposed that they died in the purge of Mandalore. The recipe for Uj'alayi was one of the only things you had left of her, something you'd found in the box of belongings pulled from the remnants of your home following it's destruction.

It had taken you years to perfect the recipe, thought that making it would awaken some memory deep inside of your mother, but it never did. Your brother, Elijah, remembered the moments that slipped between your fingers like running water, seeping through the cracks in your memory of the fleeting moments you'd spent with your parents before they were killed.

When the creature bites into the square, he gurgles, his dark eyes blinking at you and crinkling slightly from the lights that line the ceiling of your shop.

"I know. Good huh?" You smile and break off a piece of the cake before popping it into your mouth. The crunch of nuts and the tang of the sweet syrup brings a melancholic feeling of nostalgia rising on the crest of a wave, but slowly ebbs out to sea with your exhale.

It wasn't an unusual feeling, you'd been feeling more nostalgic since you'd opened the bakery.

The child munches on the square with a happy giggle and it makes you smile. Sharing your gift of baking always brought joy to your heart, and this was no different.

I wonder where his family is. He's so small, he couldn't have gotten too far, and he shouldn't be out by himself. Something could happen to him.

The thought makes your smile falter. The population of bounty hunters on Navarro had lessened in the months before your arrival, but you weren’t sure that someone as little as him should be walking around by himself.

The front door of the shop opens with a pleasant jingle.

"There you are." Someone sighs in a buzzing monotone.

You glance up from the little one your counter with curiosity, blinking in surprise at who stands in the doorway. Honestly, you weren't expecting it to be a Mandalorian, you were expecting someone else who was maybe a little bit bigger, but also green.

Maybe the little one is a foundling? That or he’s green under that thing.

The thought of the broad shouldered man standing in your shop squeezing pointy ears underneath his helm makes a laugh tickle in the back of your throat.

You'd heard your patrons talk about the Mandalorian who lived just outside of town, in hushed whispers around the crunch of pastry within your shop. The one that everyone steered clear of for fear that he would hurt them and take their children in the night, as if he was a creature that dwelled in a cave crouched over piles of gold. The people in town were all afraid of him, said that he was a blood thirsty bounty hunter who should be avoided at all costs, but seeing him stand here in your shop, arms crossed over his chest, hip cocked to the side, while looking down at the small child on the counter, you don't feel afraid.

The child coos happily and reaches up with two sticky hands opening and closing, asking to be picked up by the intimidating figure.

They never said he was a dad.

Despite their reputation, Mandalorians didn't scare you. When your brother left trying to find an outlet for his anger, he had found solace with a small clan of Mandalorians inhabiting a planet in the Outer Rim. They'd taken him in when he needed a home and given him a place where he could learn to control the rage he kept close to his heart. You were grateful for that, but it didn't make you miss him any less.

Whenever he would visit, he'd bring members of his clan with him all of which who were nothing but kind to you. But you still worried about him.

You worried he wasn't eating enough and when he came you would spend most of your time cooking for him and his new family. It was never a bother, you liked doing that for other people, cooking for them and taking care of them when no one else could. It was a form of comfort and warmth you believed that no one should be deficient of. In your heart everyone deserved to feel at home and have someone who wanted to take care of them.

"He belong to you?" You smile at the man standing just inside the doorway. He's so tall that he'd had to duck when he came in through the front door.

"Yes." He lets out another sigh that pops and crackles in the modulator.

"Well, I'm glad you found him, at the rate he's going, he's probably going to eat everything I have."

The man tilts his head to the side as if confused. You wonder if maybe you came on too strong or if it's just a habit of his, to size up everyone he comes in contact with.

He is a bounty hunter. Probably picked it up along the road somewhere.

His armor is a startling silver, sending flickers of the sunshine behind him over the walls of your bakery. You'd never met a Mandalorian who didn't paint their Beskar. Your own brother's was painted in shades of red and orange, and embossed with his clan sigil in a startling white.

But there was something about this Mandalorian's armor that was almost… pretty, but you supposed it was the same glinting beauty of a knife sitting on a kitchen counter, beautiful but deadly.

You look back down at the creature, who touches your hand and points back at the Uj'alayi in the case as if asking for another. The three fingers are sticky with the remnants of the desert. "Fine. One more. But I don’t want you to spoil your dinner."

You reach back into the case for another crumbling brown square to give to him with a laugh on your lips and watch as the skin around his little black eyes crinkles in gratitude before he bites into the treat.

The Mandalorian approaches cautiously and despite the helmet, you can feel his eyes on you, contemplative and curious.

"Is that Uj cake?" His voice comes out through the harsh buzz of the modulator.

"Yeah it's Uj'alayi. He really seems to like it. Is he your foundling?" When you look up and smile at the helm, you can only see your reflection in the brilliant metal of the armor.

Surprise flickers across your mind. You weren't expecting him to still be wearing the helmet and you're not used to talking to someone who didn't reveal their face to you. It was a little odd.

Whenever your brother or his friend Josh were talking to you, they always took off their helmets, but this felt different.

Honestly, even though he had the visor, you still weren't quite sure where to look to make eye to (through the helmet) eye contact.

Is it rude to tell him to take it off?

You'd never been put in this kind of position before, so you decide to ignore it.

"Yes." The helm turns from you to the other Uj cakes in the case. "Did you make it?"

You nod, blushing with pride.

"Are you Mandalorian? Do you speak Mando'a?" The Mandalorian asks, you can't but help notice that he sounds a little bit hopeful.

"No, I'm sorry. My mother was from Mandalore, it's her recipe." You admit sheepishly.

He nods in understanding.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments watching the child eat on your counter, the sticky brown cake smeared against his cheeks.

It gives you a moment to size up the Mandalorian out of the corner of your eye. Again, you're struck by how beautiful the armor is. A brilliant silver and polished to a shine, proud, but not haughty. There's a charcoal cowl that wraps around the base of his throat and extends into a cape behind him and he's wearing a set of tan and brown gloves to ensure that no part of his skin is showing.

I wonder if it gets hot under there. Nevarro isn't exactly temperate.

And when the Mandalorian turns to the left to look at the other mulit-colored pastries in the display case and you catch a glimpse of the sigil of a Mudhorn on his shoulder.

Makes sense that someone so formidable would have that as their clan sigil.

Your brother's clan had the sigil of one of the large birds that inhabited the cliffs of their home planet. Each child had to scale the cliffs and bring back the skull when they came of age to prove their strength and prove that they were worthy of the mark.

I wonder what he did to get that as his sigil.

Your eyes fall back on the creature munching happily on the pastry.

"Look at you, you're a mess." You laugh, pulling a napkin from your pocket and wetting it with your tongue before wiping it over the little one's face to clean him.

He squeals indignantly, but you avoid the impetuous swipes of his hand as he tries to push you away.

"He doesn't like it when you do that." The Mandalorian says, but you can hear some humor come through the crackle of the modulator.

"I can see that." You snort, before disposing of the napkin. "Here, you take some. He really likes it and you should try it. It's my favorite thing to make for the shop." You turn back to the case and wrap up several squares for the Mandalorian to take with him. “I’m-” you say your name, busying yourself with folding the tissue paper around the pastry.

He whispers your name back to you as if he's trying it out and you're not prepared for the warmth that travels through your body when he does.

That's weird.

When you give him the bag, he holds out a handful of credits, but you push his fingers into a fist, feeling the rough scrape of his gloves against your fingertips. "It's okay. Free for first time customers. Plus it was payment enough to see this little one."

You give the kid an affectionate pat on the head, who coos and reaches for your face. It makes you laugh at how friendly he is and you pick him up so he can lay his hand on your cheek. He squeezes it between his fingers, crinkling his eyes with a wide smile. "Aww. You gotta go with your dad now okay? But you can come back and visit me any time you want."

The Mandalorian is watching you, and you again wonder why he hasn't removed his helmet to say hello.

I'll ask Elijah about it.

You were sure your brother would be showing up soon. When you sent him the transmission that you finally opened the shop, he said he was excited at the prospect of eating sweets for free, as if he already didn't do that.

I miss him.

It had been at a few months since you'd last seen him, right after you sold your grandmother's home and before you moved to Nevarro. He'd tried to talk you out of opening the shop, asked you to stay with him for a little while, but you thought it was about time you went out on your own.

You hand the child to the man standing on the other side of the counter, trying not to notice how his muscles flex beneath his Beskar when he does or how broad and wonderfully tall he is. So broad and strong that you know he could probably lift you just as easily and the thought makes a flush burn against your cheeks.

Get a grip, he's not a piece of meat.

"Thank you." He says in the buzzing monotone, but it makes you long to hear his real voice.

"You're welcome. Come back anytime."

"We will."

"Good. I'll look forward to it. It was nice to meet you-" You hesitate.  "Um- Actually, I didn't catch your name."

The Mandalorian doesn't answer immediately as if he's mulling it over in his head, while the child coos and giggles in his hand touching the bottom of the helmet on his father's head. It was a startling contrast the the formidable form of the Mandalorian to have a wriggling bundle of joy in his arms, one that made you smile just a little wider.

"Din." He says in a whisper.

"Din." You repeat slowly, rolling the name around in your mouth and enjoying how it sounds on the tip of your tongue. "It was nice to meet you Din." You smile widely up into the helmet, watching the reflection of yourself glinting in the metal.

Din doesn't move for a minute, he's hesitating, and it makes your smile falter on the end of your mouth for a moment in confusion.

Did I do something wrong?

But then he nods once and leaves, the only clue that he'd been there is the almost empty batch of Uj Cake and the brown crumbles covering your counter.

The next few days pass in a blur of you baking, cleaning, and selling as many sweets as you can while trying not to think about Din and the kid, but it's proving to be impossible.

You didn't understand why you were so focused on them. You'd had many customers that day and on the days that followed, but for some reason you couldn't get him out of your head.

When you'd lie awake at night you'd remember how he sounded when he said your name, how you wished that he would remove his helmet to look at you and let you see what he looked like, because with a voice like that the man underneath had to be just as beautiful-

Stop.

You cheeks warm as you clean the counters with a wet rag, your back to the door while you try to forget Din and his voice. This had never happened to you before, being unable to stop thinking about someone.  But each time everything went quiet, your mind would flash to the image of Din ducking to get though the front door of your shop and the sound of his voice through the helm.

The clock on the wall behind the register stated that it was exactly two minutes past closing time, which meant that you were about an hour away from crashing in your bed. You still had to clean the ovens, and pack away any leftover supplies. Not to mention the tossing and turning that came when you would lie awake and think about Din, hoping he would come back.

I need to get over this. He's just a man you met one time. Don't romanticize him.

You blamed the stack of books on your bedside table, the ones you read over and over about adventures all over the galaxy and true love. It also didn't help that you'd never once had a relationship, but why would you when it was more exciting to live vicariously through your favorite heroines? Not to mention you didn't have to make a fool of yourself falling for someone who probably thought you were just a weird person who smiled too much and baked for fun.

You wondered if that was why Din hesitated before leaving the other day when you smiled at him, that he couldn't figure out why you were so happy.

The bell on the door rings behind you, pulling you out of your head.

"I'm sorry we're closed." You respond without turning around, fingers scrubbing with the cloth at a particularly stubborn smudge.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how late it was." Din's familiar voice floats through the air and makes a shiver travel down your spine.

"Din. Hey." You smile as you turn around, waving a hand, cloth still clasped between your fingers. "It's okay, you're always welcome."

He's still wearing his armor and helmet, the silver catching in the dim lights of the room, contrasting with the yellowed light that streams from the streetlights outside and emphasizes his figure.

Your eyes drop to the bag hanging on his hip expecting to see the child, but it lies empty.

"You're alone today." You say a little disappointed, but still happy that Din is here.

"Grogu's asleep. I didn't want to wake him." Din clears his throat.

"Grogu." You say the name back to him slowly. It didn't seem to fit the small child who swung his little feet on the end of your counter and shoved as much pastry into his mouth as he could. "That's an interesting name."

"Came with the kid." Din's voice shifts a little bit and you wonder if it means he's smiling at a memory. Your mind predictably begins to imagine what Din's smile must look like. "I was wondering if you had any Uj cake left." He continues, oblivious to your train of thought.

"You're in luck, I just pulled a tray out of the oven for tomorrow. Come on back." You motion with your hand for him to follow you through the curtain that divides the front of the shop from the kitchen. "Sorry it's a little bit messy, haven't had time to clean up back here yet."

The kitchen looked exactly as it should, two large ovens on the right wall with fire still burning underneath, a sink filled with dirty mixing bowls, spoons, and utensils, a large table in the center of the room that served as a counter top, and in the corner there was a plush armchair that you had fallen asleep in more than once with a book open on your chest.

Your apartment was a few doors down, but you found yourself spending more time here. So much in fact that you were contemplating moving in to the back of the shop. You didn't have many possessions, mostly books, and seriously started thinking about it last night because the people who lived on top of your basement apartment were so loud that you could see the floor vibrating with the sound of their yelling.

You walk over to the tray of reddish-brown pastry cooling a rack in the center of the kitchen.

"It's alright. You should see where I live." He freezes on the edge of the room, realizing what he said, but you only laugh.

"I'm sure its no worse than my apartment. I’ve lived here a few weeks and I’m still not completely unpacked. Each time I go home I have to avoid stubbing my toe on the boxes”  You pick up a knife to cut the pastry into generous sized pieces. "But I guess you liked the Uj cake to come back here so late." You tease him, glancing up with a smile. "Midnight craving?"

He laughs and it makes your heart stutter to a halt. Even through the helmet it's hypnotic and you want to hear it again. "It was good, it reminded me of-" Din stops mid-sentence.

"Of?" You look up into his helm, wanting to hear more.

Truthfully, you were curious about him. You wanted to know more about the Mandalorian who lived on the outskirts of town, the one that everyone else seemed avoid.

"When I was a kid." He says it quieter, almost embarrassed.

"Me too. Whenever I make it I feel like I'm in my grandmother's kitchen again." You smile to yourself as the memory of her washes over you again. "She's been gone for a few years now, but I like to think that I honor her memory by baking, she taught me everything I know. Raised my brother and me by herself." You wrap the squares in tissue paper before placing them in a white paper bag.

"What about your parents?"

His question surprises you, you didn't think that he actually cared enough to listen.

"They-um- they died when I was little. My brother and I were visiting my grandmother when it happened."

"I'm sorry." Din sounds sincere.

You shrug. "I can’t remember them. My brother remembers more..." You trail off a little bit. "It was harder on him, but somehow it all turned out okay." You hand him the bag, but when he tries to reach for the credits at his belt, you push his hand away. "I don't make friends pay."

“But-“

“Din, I refuse to let you pay.” You smile wider, saying it a little more forcefully, but it holds no bite. “Don’t make me ban you for life.” I don't want to do that to Grogu."

He huffs out a laugh. "Thank you." His helmet tilts down towards you and you again try to imagine what he looks like underneath.

Would he have a strong jaw covered in a thick beard? Curly blonde hair that falls past his shoulders? Green eyes with flecks of light that resemble the stars?

No matter how many times you thought about it over the past few days, nothing seemed to fit Din.

There's an audible silence between the both of you as you stand there in the kitchen, and you don't want him to leave yet.

“You’re welcome.” You could feel yourself beginning to blush a little under his gaze. It was odd to feel someone’s eyes on you and not know what they looked like. "Now, don't forget to share with the kid. He deserves some of that too." You say raising an eyebrow and pointing to the white bag in the Mandalorian's hand.

Din chuckles. "Thank you-" He says your name and it makes the warm feeling come rushing back.

Even through the helmet, it was inviting, and made you want to curl up in the feeling it brought over you. You try not to imagine what it might sound like if he wasn't wearing the helmet.

"You're welcome Din. Don't be a stranger."

"I won't." He hesitates again, the same way he did when you'd first met in your shop. Standing in front of you for another few fleeting moments, his head tilted curiously in your direction. And for just a second you think that Din doesn't want to go either.

But he turns and shoulders his way through the curtain hanging in the doorway, boots thudding against the floor, and you hear the jingle of the door as he closes it behind him.

Something inside pricks when he leaves and maybe that scares you the most, the fact that you were already so attached to him and you didn't know anything about him except the rumors everyone in town said. The ones whispered on tremulous breath that condemned the man you were so curious about to be a blood thirsty bounty hunter who couldn't be trusted.

But in your heart those warnings held no power, because the man who'd sincerely cared about you losing your parents, couldn't be the same one.

Could he?

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[rumpelree]

💕Some doodles of my version of Henry!! Copy pasting the below from my YouTube post since I'm lazy and in class rn eek-

Clara and Henry are both, when it comes down to it, kindhearted people- but also people are complex, and kind people aren't solely that XD Clara is far from awful and Henry is not a weirdo- Clara gets bad vibes off of Henry, which isn't helped by the fact he's always been kinda distant from her, her opinion of him made worse by the bite of *83(with his animatronic chomping her youngest son)...and Henry doesn't like Clara much both because, well, even from the start of her and William's relationship he was a little jealous (jealous in a sad resigned way, not a bitter way, he was happy William found a nice lady and Michael a mother) but of course, William being William, pulls a Mariah Reynolds and. Well. Kinda eventually fibs about his wife a little XD despite for awhile having a very good and happy relationship with his wife whom he loves(debatable, ya don't cheat on people you truly love- nor do you lie horribly about them- but from his perspective he loves her), it's not enough for him, when Henry's right there. Clara from the start was also kinda iffy about Henry too.

Henry's a kindhearted, tender guy sure. But also not a completely morally good guy, and also a homewrecker- except a homewrecker under the impression that said marriage was already loveless and dead(at least though, he did feel guilty regardless, which is part of why he's kinda icy here alongside being under the impression that Clara isn't a nice partner to Will- he feels GUILTY- not just for sleeping with her husband but, he ALSO feels he is responsible for the bite of 83). YIPPEEEEEE!!

So basically; They've both got a lot going on, and under different circumstances they'd probably be friendly. Alas; Henry is sleeping with her husband(something she doesn't know until later), Clara thinks Henry is the one MOSTLY responsible for the Bite of *83, Henry also feels responsible for the Bite of '83 as well as his own kid's death, Henry is also under the impression Clara isn't a very nice individual and that William is in a soured marriage(this belief being fed even moreso whenever she acts off around him, because he acts off around her and she was also never really keen on him from the beginning due to the vibes and neither was he but for a different reason and AAAA tis a cycle).

[collectivephilosopher]

ARCANE WASTED POTENTIAL (PART 6)

(An analysis of Arcane's missed opportunity and what could have been. The title might be a little confusing but since I've started by it, I've decided to stuck with it to avoid anyone feeling gaslighted :p)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

About Vi and the enforcer.

To be frank, I'm not against the idea at all. I knew she was a cop in the game so I figured she will be too in S2.

Didn't think they'll botch it but sure.

I made a post asking for anyone's opinion about Vi becoming a cop, specifically in act 1:

See the post here

And from there I can take some points as to most people's problem with this topic.

1. It could work but it was not handled well. I thought people would be against the idea altogether but I was wrong.

2. Vi's shift to my sister is gone was not shown/too fast.

3. Vi feeling sympathy for the councils makes no sense. And if the point was that she was feeling sympathy for Caitlyn instead, it still not believeable enough that she would wear the uniform of her oppressor.

As for me, mostly I agree with this reblog.

It would be believeable that she was guilt tripped into joinning the enforcer in act 1.

I do like the fact that Vi looked awkward and clearly doesn't really want to wear an enforcer outfit in episode 2. That character point was fine. The problem is whatever happened that leads to it.

1. The Jinx part

I agree that it's so jarring that Vi so quickly decided on her sister is gone. Even if this is a character trait (however you want to spin that), we need to see what lead Vi to this conclusion. Aka not having it happened off screen.

You can say Vi stopped seeing Jinx as her sister in the end of season 1 but like... why? Jinx never said they're not sisters anymore. Jinx just said they both have changed.

Even so again, I need to see the innerworking of Vi's mind. Show me her lamenting about Jinx, thinking about her sister for once because all the scene before that is Vi looking at Caitlyn and looking sad/guilty (which I will discuss more in the next part).

2. The councilors part

This is yes, I agree too. Why the hell is Vi feeling bad about dead council? Just in S1 she watched Jayce (accidentally) killed a child and her reaction was showing Jayce her knowledge about the reality of the shit happened in Zaun. She's aware of the councilors' doing. Like, it doesn't have to be her, just look at other Zaunites. No one gives a shit about the councilors dying (they give too much no shit in fact that it became another problem which i will not discuss here) and from episode 4 we know that Zaunites will jump at the chance if they have the strength like Jinx.

Mind you, Vi ending up in stillwater is because the councilors wanted a pound of flesh for Piltover (whether Marcus' doing or whatever lead to that).

"Oh she's feeling bad for Caitlyn not the councilors."

Okay but still not enough. Not enough for her to suddenly think her sister is gone, not enough for her to accept the badge. And it was true. Vi rejected the badge.

Until like, the memorial attack. I don't really get Vi's line of thinking here.

First, she really should be stoned that pilties have funerals and a fucking memorial. Second, I guess she feels bad for that one crying child...? Third, she accepted the badge because caitlyn said,

"Everywhere I slice it, if I go after your sister alone, one of us comes back in a box. It's all coming apart."

So what Caitlyn is saying is basically if she goes after Jinx alone, either Jinx or she will die. And she won't know which one will happen. And Vi's response was... I'll help you... to... what...? To make sure it's my sister who died instead...? I guess at this point she doesn't see Jinx as sister anymore... so... okay man.

3. The Zaun part

I need to see more of the grey too. First we're not gonna discuss Caitlyn's usage of the grey because I'm honestly tired of it. But I need to see how Caitlyn convinced Vi to do it to Zaun. Vi should know about the air quality down there. She grew up with it. But I guess the arguments is that they only use it against "criminals" and they "deserve" it. Y'know, if we ignore how gas works.

My quick fix to this is honestly? Just make Jinx go through with her promise of war. Make Jinx terrorize Piltover more. Make her bombed more enforcers daily. If the attack has not stopped, it would convince Vi more to stop Jinx. It would also help shaping Zaun's image of Jinx.

I don't usually bring League's lore but In Lol Jinx is the mad bomber that Zaunites have mixed feelings on. On one side she put Piltover on their place but on the other side, she also have hurt Zaunites too.

I'm not gonna talk too much about Jinx here since I'm gonna discuss about her in my next post.

And honestly about the entire Vi being an enforcer thing would've make so much better sense if the show showed us Piltover on interpersonal level. As in, showing us what it is like to be normal piltie, not just the high standing houses. The most we get is Jayce who was a toolmaker and Viktor who was a Zaunite living in Piltover. What about other piltovians? We were not shown them as individual but rather a system. And as a system, yes, they are in the wrong.

Enforcers too were only shown as monsters (in S1) and incompetent (in S2) except for caitlyn. We were never shown other type of people who joined the enforcer because let's be real here, they can't just be a collective group of monster.

And you know what? Thinking about that I can't think of any worst wasted potential than these guys:

First, why are they in the show if the show isn't going to expand more on them? I talked about how Isha's potential was wasted as narrative tool for Jinx's character arc but these guys are way worse because they don't provide any function for Vi's character arc.

The most they do is Maddie being Caitlyn's rebound and Noxus' spy. (But let's be for real, that happened just because the writter wants a "third person in a relationship" character to be hated on.

My poor sweet summer child was made to be hated and cheered when killed.

Oh hey it rhymed

Seriously we don't know their back story, their motivation as enforcer, their feelings, something that made them human. Scratch that, fish guy Steb doesn't even have a line.

Why were they even chosen to be in this super elite team? Hell Maddie was just a junior officer.

My quick fix to this is to just make them all Caitlyn's trusted friends or something. That'll give Caitlyn a motivation to choose them.

Imagine if these guys actually have a character. Imagine that they're actually super excited to hunt down Jinx because Jinx is this hot topic myth amongst the enforcer at the moment. Imagine if Loris joined the enforcer because he was from the undercity or knows someone from the undercity, or just someone close to him really, who were hurt by the mobs down there so he thought joinning the enforcer will make the undercity a "safer place". Imagine if Steb is actually Caitlyn's senior had it not been for Caitlyn's "DeCorATeD OfFiCer" thing and he had a brother who was falsely accused and was thrown in stillwater (SOMEONE would certainly relate to it) so now he joined the enforcer to reform the system but he's struggling. Maddie could openly have a crush on Caitlyn and her and Vi could bond together in that topic, idk. LITERALLY ANYTHING.

I honestly can't think of any other way of Vi's character to progress as enforcer (alright to be fair they did drop enforcer vi plot in the middle) without going with the Attack on Titan route.

Eren came to his enemy's land expecting to see devils. But he then he ate the same food as his enemies, sleep in the same bed and live in the same roof and he realized they're not devils but humans. Children who has been taught doctrines about their enemies. He understand that and still he chose to be a monster and kill all of them.

This could've been Vi's route. That she thinks oh not all of them is bad. There are normal people too like me. People who were working, struggling to make ends. People who are trying to fight, to make the system better.

Now with this information, Vi can then CHOOSE for herself (despite the maybe her rocky guilt tripped start as an enforcer). Whether she'll think these people don't deserve the grief and terror Jinx brings upon them OR she could even think of how these people, struggling as they were, still have ten times better lifestyle than Zaunite. And she can chose to go back to Zaun. But by then it'll be Vi's decision.

[tec-a0l]

personality analysis, pt.1

i got a request to do a personality analysis for dylan & eric on my previous blog but i wasn’t able to complete it before i got term’d, so here they are now (separated into two parts because i have a lot of thoughts)!

i want to state beforehand that these are based on accounts from their friends/families and primary source documents (journals, official reports, etc), and are purely speculative as i never met them personally. with that out of the way, i now present my analyses of dylan & eric!

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part 1, dylan:

dylan was described as shy and pretty socially awkward, but also very intense with his emotions and hot-headed at times. he was a smart kid, but didn’t really apply himself academically. he was also a very particular and detail-oriented person according to both family and friends, and seemed to be very hard on himself when he wasn’t able to live up to his high expectations.

devon adams described him as “a shy and sympathetic person. he was so sweet and kind and loving…he was also disillusioned and hurt and angry at the world…he had no outlet to vent his emotions; he bottled them up.”

devon claimed that she, dylan, and occasionally zach heckler would cry to each other on the phone about their feelings, including suicidality. despite his closeness to devon, he wrote in a journal entry that he “wouldn’t mind killing [her],” due to him feeling like she’d stolen his closest friend away when she and zach started dating.

“Ever since [Devon] (who I wouldnt mind killing) has loved him..”

“When [Zach] & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me”

“& now that he's “moved on” I feel so lonely, w/o a friend” — dylan’s journal, 7/23/97

i should note that this journal entry was written in july of 1997, and he appeared to have changed his mind—or at least softened his view on her—between then and the time of his death. i do think, however, that this could be a good example of a few key traits dylan seemed to have:

- fluctuating beliefs

- catastrophizing

- difference between inner & outer self

the most notable of those traits would be the distinct “inner self” that he expressed in his journals (and in the basement tapes briefly, depending on who you ask), and “outer self” that he presented to the people around him. from the pieces of information we have, dylan seemed to mostly come across as gentle and maybe a bit contemplative publicly, while suffering with his sorrow and rage privately (either in his writings or with his closest friends).

granted, someone’s personality/behavior changing a bit depending on who they’re around is extremely common (i’d be surprised if somebody didn’t do that), but in dylan’s case, the difference was so stark that it even shocked some of his friends and family.

with that being said, dylan was also a teenager, so his personality and presentation being so varied is not abnormal per-se, however the lengths that it seemed to have gone to were particularly extreme.

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there’s a lot more about dylan that could be looked into—such as his feelings of “godlike” superiority, his switches in aggression and passivity, his family dynamic with his brother, and so on—but i’ll leave it here, since this post is already very long 😅

eric’s analysis/part 2 is here.

[goldfades]

what does a quiet night in look like for luka and shy reader? I feel like he’s just so cuddly and won’t leave her side, even when they’re cooking dinner

it'd be so soft and domestic! its literally my fav ever

The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the kitchen fan and the slow simmer of something on the stove. The windows were cracked open just enough to let in the cool evening air, the city outside a muffled backdrop of distant car horns and passing footsteps. But inside, the world felt small. Cozy.

Luka had been glued to your side since he got home.

Not in an overbearing way—just Luka in the way he always was with you, lingering touches and lazy affection, his presence big and warm and there. He had come through the door earlier, immediately seeking you out, pressing a slow kiss to the top of your head before flopping onto the couch, patting his chest as an invitation for you to curl up against him.

You had stayed like that for a while, wrapped in a comfortable quiet, his hand moving absentmindedly up and down your back. Luka had always been like that—touchy, but never overwhelming. He liked to feel you there, even in silence, even in stillness.

Eventually, your stomach had grumbled, and Luka, with a lazy smirk, had nudged you up and mumbled, “C’mon, let’s make something.”

And now, here you were, standing in the kitchen, trying to make dinner—except Luka was making that a little difficult.

“You’re in the way,” you murmured, elbowing him gently as you reached for a pan.

“I’m helping,” he countered, completely ignoring the fact that he hadn’t actually done anything.

You shot him a look, but Luka only grinned, looping his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Luka,” you sighed, though there wasn’t any real annoyance in your voice.

He hummed against your skin. “What?”

“You’re not helping.”

“I am.”

“You’re literally just holding me.”

“Exactly,” he said, like he had just won the argument.

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. His arms tightened slightly, pulling you closer, his body warm against your back.

“This is why it takes us forever to make dinner,” you murmured, trying not to melt too much into his touch.

Luka pressed a slow, lazy kiss to your shoulder. “You love it.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response—mostly because he was right.

Luka was always like this on quiet nights, when it was just the two of you, no games, no travel, no media. Just home. And you.

He was soft in ways that people didn’t always see. Everyone knew the Luka who talked trash, who hit impossible shots with a smirk, who played with an edge. But this Luka—the one who couldn’t stop touching you, the one who clung to you like you were his anchor—that was the version of him that was entirely yours.

You turned in his hold, looking up at him. He was already watching you, eyes soft, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

“You gonna actually help, or just keep being a distraction?” you teased.

Luka pretended to think about it. Then—“Distraction.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched, betraying your amusement.

Still, you tried to focus, shifting back toward the stove, but Luka didn’t let go, his arms staying securely around you, his hands splaying over your stomach like he was making sure you wouldn’t leave his hold.

You sighed, but let him stay there, letting the warmth of his body seep into yours.

“What are we making?” Luka murmured against your neck, like he had only just now thought to ask.

“Pasta.”

“Mm. You’re good at pasta.”

You huffed. “I literally just boil water and throw noodles in.”

Luka grinned. “Still good.”

You shook your head, stirring the sauce, trying not to focus too much on the way his breath was warm against your skin, the way he was so much—big hands, broad chest, solid warmth surrounding you completely.

“You’re clingy tonight,” you murmured after a moment, voice quieter now, softer.

Luka hummed, his lips brushing against your jaw. “Missed you.”

You swallowed. “You were gone for, like, four hours.”

“Still missed you,” he said simply.

Your chest tightened at that. Luka never said things just to say them. He was honest in a way that was both blunt and endearing, never sugarcoating, never over-explaining. He felt things deeply and never saw the point in hiding it.

You let your head rest against his shoulder for a moment, letting the quiet settle around you.

“Missed you too,” you admitted.

Luka smiled against your skin, pressing a soft kiss there before finally, finally, loosening his grip just enough for you to move.

“Alright,” he sighed dramatically. “Guess I’ll help.”

You snorted. “Wow. What a sacrifice.”

Luka smirked but didn’t say anything, finally stepping away to grab a spoon, stirring the sauce like it was some big contribution.

It didn’t take long before everything was done, and soon, you were curled up on the couch, plates balanced on your laps, the TV playing some random movie in the background.

Luka ate like he had been starving for days, making a satisfied noise after his first bite. “Mm. Told you. Good pasta.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, nudging him with your knee.

The night stretched on, the kind of slow, peaceful night that made everything feel right. At some point, your plate ended up on the coffee table, your head resting against Luka’s chest as his fingers trailed absentmindedly along your arm.

“Sleepy?” he murmured.

You yawned, eyes heavy. “A little.”

Luka made a quiet noise, shifting slightly so you were even more tucked against him.

“Stay here,” he murmured.

You smiled, already half-asleep. “Didn’t plan on leaving.”

Luka pressed a slow kiss to your hair, his arms wrapping around you completely, like he never wanted to let go.

And in the quiet of your small world, in the warmth of his arms, you knew—

He never would.

[leviskittywh0re]

GOJO DRABBLE🩵

i may have gone a liiiiiiittle crazy with this as my first little fic but i hope it’s enjoyable😅

cw:SMUT!! MINORS GTFO OR ILL YEET YOU INTO THE WINDSHIELD OF A CYBERTRUCK

wc:1.1k

a/n: @madamechrissy this is mostly for you bby! thank you for being an amazing moot and an amazing writer! MWAH💋

satoru had many missions that took longer than expected and he would always make a point to tell you if he was gonna be home a little later than usual but this time he hadn’t said a word. its been over 5 hours since he should have been home and he still hasn’t sent as much as a text to let you know he was gonna be late coming home. you know he’s not out with anyone else, he’s loyal to you. you’re his wife and he would never betray you like that.

you had been lounging around in bed in your baggy shorts and tank top after doing some cleaning and had put one of your favourite shows on the tv as background noise for a bit. while watching tv you had pulled satorus pillow into your lap to cuddle while you watched your show, only to be hit by the overwhelming scent of your white haired husbands cologne and shampoo that drenched the fabric of the his pillowcase. the scent of him always made you weak. you pull the pillow up against your chest stuffing your face into the plush material deeply inhaling before a small frustrated groan leaves your lips, you grab the tv remote turning off the tv tossing it onto the nightstand plopping yourself back into the mattress with your head resting in your pillow.

thinking of satoru and having his scent wafting through your nose with his pillow pressed against your face, your hand drifts down your body and between your legs. you were aching for him and you needed relief. dipping your fingers between your slick folds teasing your sensitive clit you let out little helpless whines trying to push yourself to the edge. little did you know that your handsome sorcerer husband was returning home now.

satoru came into the house later than expected letting out an exhausted sigh. he didn’t see any sign of you in the kitchen, living room or even your little quiet area you liked to read in. going by that logic he assumed you were sleeping until he heard the sound of your muffled whines and moans coming from the bedroom. a smirk creeping on his face he walked toward the bedroom which the door was cracked open, there he sees you gripping his pillow against your nose with one hand and your other thrusting two fingers inside your leaking pussy. he pushes the door open leaning against the door frame for a minute before speaking finally “having some trouble pretty?”

his voice startled you slightly causing you to jump pulling your hand out from between your legs and tossing his pillow back to his side of the bed. your voice comes out uneven and breathless “w-when did you get home? i didn’t hear you come in” his smirk widened as he pushed off the door frame coming over to the bed. “you didn’t hear me because you were lost in your own world, i got home maybe 2 minutes ago. i was enjoying the show but it seems like you’re having some trouble making yourself feel good”. you groan in embarrassment squeezing your eyes shut knowing he’s right. you couldn’t get yourself off anymore. hes just too good. his fingers, his tongue and that perfect fucking cock were what you needed to get any type of pleasure. your voice weak and strained “cant get off without you.. you broke me.” he chuckles and dips his hand between your legs pressing his thumb against your clit causing you to gasp and moan, his fingers were like magic somehow making your whole body buzz. “i broke you huh? well now i know that my pretty little wife cant get off without my help. let me take care of you sweets hm?” your head pushing back into the pillows as you nod. he pushes two fingers into your soaked cunt curling them upward against the spongy spot that makes your vision blur. your moans fill the room as satoru fingers your pretty pussy. you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and suddenly he stops his motion pulling his fingers out of you. whining in frustration your push your head back further.

you hear the rustling of fabric against fabric and out of nowhere you feel the emptiness between your thighs replaced with his body, the tip of his pretty cock rubbing up and down your folds collecting your slick before pressing into your tight walls. collectively you moan and satoru lets out a low groan feeling your walls clenching around him. your hands grip the sheets underneath you as he pushes deeper inside your velvety walls eventually bottoming out, his tip pressing against your cervix and his balls flush against your plump ass. satoru holds your legs flush against his chest as he pulls out slightly before thrusting back into you.

his cock stretching you out perfectly like always has your eyes rolling back as your pretty moans escape your lips, he starts his thrusts slow and sensual before picking up his pace fucking into you faster and more intense. broken moans leave your lips as his pace quickens inside you as you feel your climax approaching again. he feels your walls fluttering around his length and speaks in a low voice as he continues fucking your pussy desperately. “ gonna cum all over my cock pretty? yea? can feel your perfect pussy clenching around me” you let out a moan and nod your head trying to speak as he fucks the life out of you “yesyesyes! gonna cum!! ‘toru please! need to cum! fuck!” his pace speeds up as he feels his own orgasm approaching, breathless groans leave his lips too “‘m close too baby, cum with me. cum together. do it for me yea?” you nod your head vigorously moaning and you feel the coil of tension in your stomach snap sending your orgasm washing over you. satoru was literally milliseconds behind you slamming his hips into you as he released ropes and ropes of his pearlescent cum deep inside your pussy painting your walls with his essence.

he doesn’t move as both of you come down from your high, once your pussy stops fluttering around him he gently pulls out and looks down to see a ring of your combines cum around the base of his cock. your pussy leaking his cum and he sees the fucked out expression on your face. your eyes shut and your legs fall onto the bed as he plops himself down beside you pulling you into his arms resting your head on his chest. he kisses your forehead gently as he holds you against him, you feel yourself relaxing into his touch, sleep taking over your body. satorus voice low just above a whisper “promise next time i’ll message you if im gonna be this late coming home” that was the last thing you heard before you fell into a deep sleep while laying in satorus strong arms

[justisabellethings]

SEVERANCE SEASON FINALE SPOILERS ⚠️ (that I’m piecing together + speculation) ft. MarkHelly, Milchick, Jame Eagen, Mr. Drummond, etc. :)

This is just me piecing together the information I’ve seen so far. It’s all out of order and missing context. So it’s not perfect. Lol.

Read at your own risk.

These spoilers are out of context, and out of chronological order, so this won’t be 100% accurate. 😅

Okay so from the vague clues I’ve seen, these events will happen:

— Mark teams up with Cobel, but probably under the guise he’s helping Helly. Since she says “there will be no honeymoon ending for you and Helly R.” (You gotta remember, Innie Mark doesn’t have any romantic feelings for Gemma, so iMark might need an extra push to work with Cobel who terrifies him. It takes more than just a rescue plan for Gemma, it also takes a threat to Helly.)

Which leads me to my next point,

— Helly is in trouble. I assumed Helly would be the one doing Cold Harbour (the swimming in the Eagen house and the drowning at the ORTBO both feel like foreshadowing to this). I don’t know if she actually ends up doing CH, but the fact she’s alone with Jame Eagen doesn’t put me at ease. She’s a damsel in distress.

— Mark Scout and Mark S argue over who to save. (Or just who to end up with.) This drags on for 17 minutes. If Mark leaves with Gemma, he’ll never see Helly again.

This oMark vs. iMark sequence is the reason this is the longest episode in the series so far. Adam Scott had to learn 15 extra pages of mostly new dialogue in a single weekend for it.

— From what I understand, Mark reintegrates up to 95% through sheer mental power just from his desire to save Helly. He takes over Mark Scout. He has the final authority.

— Outie / Innie Mark become united after the argument. Not 100% reintegrated, but very close. 

— Unrelated, but I think Jame Eagen is pissed she didn’t chug down raw eggs bc pregnant people can’t do that. But this is speculation on my part. Either way, I think in the end it’s crucial to stay down there for Helly.

(Or he wanted her to eat raw eggs because it’s “Kier’s favourite meal” and she’s carrying Kier’s reincarnation or something. Don’t forget Mark Scout is also being forced to eat raw eggs.)

— Speaking of child, when Helly finds Cold Harbour, it’s apparently just a baby crib there. Not exactly subtle.

— I think Gemma survives. I’ve seen no confirmation, but I’m pretty sure. I don’t think she’ll be the one doing Cold Harbour, since all the drowning imagery is linked to Helly.

(I’m leaning towards Gemma being a red herring and it’s actually Helly who’s in trouble and they’re gonna have Mark do something crazy to save her. Both Outie and Innie Mark come together over this, setting their past aside.)

— Helly locks Milchick up in a room. My guess is she steals his black key card then locks him up.

— Milchick saves Mark from getting killed, so obviously he doesn’t stay locked up for good. This is also a turning point in Mark and Milchick’s relationship. They become friends.

— I believe they either A.) Kill Drummond, or B.) Beat up Drummond really badly. But this is a bonding experience for them.

— Helly and Mark hold hands while running through the hallways. These are just photos with no context. Not sure if it’s Innie or Outie Mark. I’m guessing Outie Mark will meet her on the testing floor, but who knows. (Basically it could be either Mark.) Heck, both Marks might hold her hand at different times.

— The final scene, the very last part of the episode, has Mark and Helly holding hands as part of the sequence. But it’s more dramatic this time. More… intentional?

This scene has been called extremely emotional by everyone who has seen this episode.

— There’s some kind of alarm going on. Not sure if Jame Eagen or Cobel sabotaged them and activated one of the protocols. I believe Lumon goes into lockdown and Gemma is already out. But Mark and Helly are still inside of Lumon.

This shot / sequence has been called the most beautiful shot in the season by both Jessica Lee Gagnon (who directed episode 7) and Jen Tullock (Devon’s actress.)

Also, I think Irving, Dylan and Miss Huang are wrapped for now. They don’t return in Episode 10.

That’s all I know.

[shatcey]

Vivi's answers (translation + my comments)

I'm not familiar with JP, and the way I've translated all of this MAY not be entirely accurate. And I'm definitely not aware of some of the specific terms and jokes that could be used here. For this reason, I am adding screenshots from X/Twitter with the original text, and below I give my translation. And I used a gender-neutral (green) color for the questions. It's NOT because I don't like pink, I just chose a gender-neutral color!!!

Vivi is… so… different… I'm delighted!

Victor began with a very enthusiastic greeting.

Come, come here! I've been waiting for you! How are you feeling today? Let me hear your cute voice!

And a few minutes later he answered one of the reply to his previous post.

Yes, yes, you are the most lovely when you are full of energy! Let's have a good time today!

We start the tea party, so Vivi asks what we would like to eat (am I the only one who, after hearing "tea party", thinks about tea and lots of sweets?)

I've prepared a lot of things today, I hope you enjoy it… scones with extra butter, chocolate, fish and chips… Which ones do you like?

He answered a few questions. Mostly people wanted his signature scones. But one of them asked about the chocolate

I love chocolate♡

Thank you for the chocolate you gave me the other day. It probably won't compare to the one you gave me, but I'm sure this one is delicious as well.

and one about fish and chips

Fish and chips (≧∇≦)

I just fried them up to deliver them hot and fresh. Enjoy my homemade fish and chips!

After that he remind us that it is a White Day

Today is White Day, so I want to express my gratitude to you with lots of thanks. Of course, I always appreciate you, but today is even more special, isn't?

And now… He will read our questions (yeah, let's pretend that we believe him)

Right, let's check the report you prepared! You have something you want to ask me? Let's see...

About loneliness (not as subtle as you think, Vivi).

Victor, thank you for your hard work as always! I'm so happy to have tea with Victor 💠 so happy~ Without further ado, I have a question! I have to live alone in a quite distant area soon. Could you give me some advice on how to feel less lonely?

Good job! I'm happy to have fun with you as well. Leaving familiar places can be a bit lonely, right? But I think it will be nice to explore new places too! It's important to find a place where you don't feel lonely, isn't it? For example, right next to me.

Cooking advice (I'm not sure if I got it right… I literally turned the translated sentence upside down)

The other day I tried the sweets Victor recommended! I remember you often make scones, but I wonder if Victor likes to make any other sweets. Also I'm not a very good cook… Victor knows how to cook more than just sweets. Could you please give some tips on how to cook when you are busy!

Thank you, I'm glad you like them because they are all my favorite sweets. I make it while imagining the faces of everyone at the Crown enjoying it. When you make something thinking about the person who will eat it, you naturally feel happy. Alright, how about we practice cooking together? Let's start with scones, what do you say?

Deserted island (he's so cute…)

When you woke up in the morning, you was a deserted island. 🏝️ What would Victor do first…? 🤔

I'll check if you're safe next to me. When I'm on the deserted island, I'm sure you'll be with me as well. Until the others from the Crown come to pick us up, how about we develop the deserted island together and make it like a tourist spot? As long as you're with me, I'll be happy no matter where I am.

If you're in love? (I'm… not suprised)

How would you act towards a person you like?

It may not be obvious from my behavior… but deep down I hope you fall madly in love with me.

Post of adoration

Since meeting Victor, every day has been truly enjoyable.🫶 Thank you for meeting me.🥹💖 I hope you will continue to be with me ❣️ I love you ❣️

Thank you, I'm glad I met you too. I've enjoyed every day since I met you. You're a jewel that sparkles and lights up my days. Keep shining by my side in the future.

How do you relax? (it's not creepy at all)

Victor, I am very grateful to you for hosting the tea party, despite the fact that I are so busy. However, I would like to ask you something. I was planning to relax on my day off, but I ended up thinking about work. How can I make sure to spend my free time relaxing?

No matter how busy I am, I'll make time for you! It's common to think about work on weekends, right? But at this time, I'm always thinking about you. I wonder if you've woken up yet, what you've eaten today, and if I should come over to your place… I think about you even on weekends.

How to stay positive?

Lately, I've noticed that my mood has been declining and I've been feeling negative🌀 How can I lift my spirits and get through the day?😭

You don't have to force yourself to cheer up. But if you want to feel happy, I'll do it for you. Just call me anytime, lady.

Pamper me, Victor! (I'm blushing. Victor knows how to hint. I am very, very happy!)

Sometimes the work is tough, but when I see Victor working hard as the Queen's aide and with Crown, it makes me want to do my best as well. But... I also want to receive a reward. So, today… I would like to add extra butter… I want to pamper Victor and I want Victor to pamper me as well…

Asking for a reward is always welcome. I'm always up for a treat, I'm always up for spoiling you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll make it happen. Even things like this as well... Oops, maybe that's a bit too stimulating.

Where is Victor's room? (creepy yandere… of course, I'm just imagining. I can't believe he said "fu-fu"… This is Gilbert and Ellis' favorite word!!!)

How are the rooms arranged at Crown Castle? I don't know where Victor's room is, so I want to ask before I get lost.

Fufu, I'm sorry, I imagined you getting lost looking for my room, and it was so cute that I couldn't hide my feelings. Someday you'll see my room. You don't have to know where the rooms of the other Crown members, do you? You don't have to go… into some other guy's room besides me, right? Just kidding.

Stuffed toys (so Vivi made the Ellis' toy which was in the "Sick Jude" card??? WHAT????)

Could you help me make a stuffed toy of a ruthless intelligent gangster? 🥹 I also want all the Crown members' stuffed toys to be filled with Vic's love. 💜

Do you like making stuffed toys too? I'm glad that you and I have a common hobby! Okay, this is Jude's stuffed toy, right? I made Ellis's toys the other day, so I'll help you put them next to each other as fast as I can! If I get caught and he gets angry, we'll share the blame.

What do you find sexy? (blushing furiously. Who is this man?)

I think Victor's lip mole is sexy💕,but could you tell me what you consider sexy about yourself?✨

Thank you, I don't really know myself, but I'm happy to hear you say I'm sexy. I wonder where else I'm sexy... Could you tell me? Go ahead, feel free to touch...

Except for sweets

Sorry to interrupt your sweet tea time 🙇‍♀️ Is Victor good with spicy or sour foods?

I can eat anything delicious! In fact, I don't have anything that I don't like. What about you? I would like to know your food preferences so that I can invite you to dinner.

A bad boss (you can't concentrate… and how will you do your job if she's going to be always by your side on your route, I wonder…)

I always go to work before 7am, before anyone else, and I work hard, but my boss is always complaining and scolding me. Honestly, I'm really exhausted… I wish I had a boss like Victor ……

Yeah, if I were your boss, I'd just keep praising and pampering you… Not good, you might be too cute for me to focus on work. Thank you for your hard work every day. I'm very proud of all the effort you put in.

A small problem

I was faithful to my evil nature and fed my body with sweets, and now I stuck in the swimming ring and cannot take it off! What should I do?! 😭

Sorry, you really are in trouble, but… …you're just too cute!!!! Do I really have to take it? If you insist, I guess I have no choice. When you put in the effort, I have to put in the effort as well.

Pep-talk! (This is deep. It took me a while to figure out what he meant)

I've been thinking about Victor too much and I can't focus on finding a job. 😭 I would be happy if you would scold me a little 🙇

Scolding… Can't a kiss serve the same purpose? I'm sure you'll be fine, you'll make the choice yourself. Believe in yourself more than anyone else, and if you can't, I want you to believe in yourself as much as I believe in you.

The shrinked Crown member (I'm not sure about Vivi's reply… he suddenly switched from "you" to "me".. so it's weird)

What would you do if a Crown member suddenly shrank due to some drug or something, Victor…!? Will you take good care of them...? 💭

Come to think of it, there was an incident like that the other day… I'm going to ask you to write a report next time. Of course, I'll take good care of them! And if I suddenly get small, I'd like you to look after me.

What do you do on your day off? (He's so sweet!!!)

Having tea party with Victor feels like a dream come true☕️🫖 Today, I brought you these 【💀scones】 that I made with you in mind🫡✨ Let's all eat together🍽️ What does Victor do on his days off from work?? 🤔🖤

Thank you! Wow… I'm so happy! But I can't share it with everyone. This is just for me. I rarely get a full day off, but I often go to buy gifts for Crown. But if I can spend time with you, I'll make as much time off as you need.

Hairstyles (The first and most important! Kate has a hairstyle, and it's cute!!! And again… Who is this man? I'm blushing furiously)

Victor is the only character with long hair, but does he do any hair styling? Please make Komadori's hair cute too❣️

I don't do hair arranging, but you can have as much as you want! Touching your hair makes me want to touch more parts of you, and I'm happy to reach out if that's what you want.

About drinks (will it be in his "Chronicles" or on his route???)

Victor is very good at handling alcohol, but what kind of alcohol does he drink most often? 🍷 By the way, is William still the member of the Crown you drink with most often?

Wine, I think… The first time William and I drank wine together, that day he was …… Fufu, I should stop. Someday, I'll tell you about our meeting and the beginning of the Crown.

Then was a poll, I mentioned earlier.

Then he said he wouldn't let us go (not creepy at all)

You're such a troublesome child, but it's cute as well. Is it okay if I'm going to take you seriously? I'll make sure that you can't escape from me. Just kidding, did that surprise you?

And after that, they provided us with information about the release date.

I am very glad that they added a real-time interactive part. This kind of adds realism to this tea party. And I like that Vivi (although I still think it wasn't him) was quite recognizable. Cute and funny. On his English release, I need to prepare a more serious question. I want to hear a serious answer from him. I like that side of him too.

In the end… he did not answer about how long ago and why he started growing his hair (there was such a question, maybe even more than one), how he takes care of them. He shrugged off the question about his favorite food. I'm sure he's not being completely honest. I don't know why I'm so sure of that. Maybe I just don't wanna think about how much he and Ally have in common. It gives me the creeps.

Obviously, he wasn't answering questions about his secrets…

And… I'm a little worried about his sudden shift from subtle (or not so) hints to outright flirting… It's so unexpected, and I'm completely unprepared for it.

And I really hope to hear about Crown from the Chronicles. It should be in the Chronicles. His route should be more dedicated to him than to the boys… Am I expecting too much?

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[s0urlemone]

I saw that you were asking for requests, and I have a scenario swimming in my head for a while.

Sebastian is working late into the night (you can't convince me that he actually adjusted to the farms' sleeping schedule), and the farmer just wakes up to see him squinting at the screen absolutely overworked. So the farmer just coaxes him away for some late night tea and cuddles in the kitchen before dragging him to bed, cuddling his head close to their chest and just coddling him until he falls asleep.

I just want some soft coddling for the emo boy <3

SDV Sebastian x Farmer - The apple of my eye

💧Hey, anon, thank you for your request! I detest a little how this turned out but I hope you’ll appreciate it. I’ve gotten the idea after reading some of his dialogues post marriage and I’ve taken the chance to study his character a little - I hope it was what you were looking for!

Feedbacks and requests are always welcome!

PAIRING: Sebastian (sdv) x (gender neutral) you 🫵🏼

SUMMARY: Sebastian has troubles falling asleep due to intense nightmares that plague him every night. Thankfully, he’s not alone.

WARNING! Anxiety, mention of medication and therapy. Suggestive content if you squint, light angst but it’s mostly fluff. Both farmer and Sebastian have a bit of angst in them. Light arguing.

WORD COUNTER: 2.4K

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When you open your eyes to the rain pattering on the roof in the middle of the night, adjusting them to the penumbra, you immediately feel the bed in search of your husband. It is way past your bed time, that much you can tell by the clock on the nightstand, but, as tired as you are, ever since the first few times you've shared a bed together you've developed this unhealthy habit of being unable to sleep properly without Sebastian by your side.

Endearing, really, if not for the fact that your spouse has always been a convicted night owl with a messed up sleeping routine that he just can’t bring himself to fix. Even when you'd finally lure him into your shared bed, he would try and stay still to let you rest - he knows how tiring your days are and how early they begin - but, ultimately, he'd only be able to stare at the ceiling with wide open eyes until the depths of the night engulf him. He'd fall asleep out of boredom, not out of real tiredness. Sometimes he'd slip out of your embrace to tire himself out with some pretentious client before finally dozing off at the desk, even though it makes you upset to wake up in the middle of the night without him by your side.

Tonight is one of those night. And to add to your dislike, you are aware he's been overworking himself lately.

You don’t really want to leave the comforting warmth of your blankets, but you can hear the faint clinking of his keyboard from the desk in the adjacent room. You tiptoe your way towards the source of the sound and drape your arms around Sebastian’s shoulders from behind. He jumps slightly.

"Damn— you scared me." he sighs, finally removing his long fingers from the keyboard and curling them in and out a couple of times to stretch them.

“You weren’t in bed.”

Sebastian sighs. “I… I couldn’t sleep. And this client is a pain in my ass.”

“Oh, but I’m pretty sure your client is sleeping soundly next to his wife right now.” you muttered in a tone that didn’t leave any room for protests or remarks.

“Again, pumpkin?” he turns slightly around on his chair to look at you, using his body weight to move the wheels and roteate it. “You’re sulking because I was not in bed with you?”

This is an argument you’ve been having often over the course of the past few weeks. You’re aware you can’t force him to sleep if sleep doesn’t come by itself, but he could at least stop ruining his eyesight at the computer every night.

A part of you, though, simply craves his affection. Sleeping without him by your side makes you feel incomplete, like something is missing. Like you’re hugging a plushie and it suddenly falls off the bed while you move around in your sleep.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?

“I’m sorry,” you sigh. “We’ll never be able to compromise, huh?”

Sebastian lets out a soft sigh and looks at the time. The last thing he wants is to upset you - he might not be open about it, but he’s weak to you. And he knows a big part of what you like about marriage is the fact you can snuggle up to him whenever you feel like it. The farm is so big and it can get lonely easily, so it wasn’t that rare for you to get needy in the middle of the night when you were still dating, missing him even if he lived a ten minutes walk away from your house.

“I suppose it is late.” He grabs the empty mug on the desk, a trace of coffee still lingering at the bottom. “And I’ve run out of coffee.”

“Sebastian, really?“

“I said I’m not sleepy, not that I’m not tired.”

“Why do you drink coffee during the night then?” you sigh. “It feels like you’re the one bringing this upon yourself, dear.”

“I just— I just have troubles sleeping.”

“And the solution is caffeine?”

“I just don’t want to close my eyes!” he suddenly snaps, turning the harmless bickering into something a little bit more serious. It’s subtle, but it’s there; the matrix of his problem with sleeping.

Your eyes soften. The topic of nightmares has came up many times before, but it was way too uncomfortable for him to linger on it. He’s always been like this - so used to being ignored and to think the people around him don’t care that he’d rather search for a refuge in his shell than to open up. But you try to remind him that things can’t always be smooth and that you married him because you wanted to be by his side even when he has troubles sleeping, when you bicker, when he feels like hiding away.

“Is it the nightmares again?”

Sebastian runs a hand through his dark strands. He knows there’s no point in hiding it anymore. “Yes. Yes, it’s the nightmares again.”

“What about the drops Harvey prescribed you?”

“They manage to soothe me… to a certain extent. But it all comes out as soon as I close my eyes. I— I’m tired, believe me, pumpkin. I’m tired.”

Even though he hides it behind a cool façade, you’re aware Sebastian is an highly anxious individual. You’ve noticed many times how in your marriage he does his best not to burden you, to the point of harming himself. He mulls over things more than it’s necessary to and even though he’s finally feeling motivated to get out of his comfort zone every once in a while, on the hard days the simple thought of doing it scares him.

It breaks your heart.

“Okay.” you sigh. “Okay, why don’t we have some tea in the kitchen?”

“Sugar, you should really go to bed. You have to be up in three hours.”

You want to tell him that you probably won’t be able to get back to sleep knowing the state he’s in, but you keep that thought to yourself. The last thing you want is to make him blame himself for your lack of sleep. “I baked some blueberry pie yesterday and now I kind of crave a slice. C’mon, Sebby.”

He sighs and you wait as he turns off his computer. Quietly grabbing his hand, your fingers merely intertwined, you guide him to the kitchen and turn on the light. Putting the water to boil, you make sure your eyes don’t leave his silhouette for more than a couple of seconds. Creepy, maybe, but it’s not like he’s the type of guy to come clean about his own troubles spontaneously.

You cut two slices of the blueberry pie and place one plate in front of him on the table, then you start rubbing his sore shoulders in an attempt to relieve the tension in his body. Blood rushes to your face when you put your soothing hands to work and feel his delicate body under your fingers. You’ve been married for a while now, but he still manages to make you feel effortlessly dizzy.

“Is it getting bad again?” you ask.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s getting bad again. Maybe it had never gotten better in the first place.” he grumbles, his eyes glued to the pie in front of him. It looks delicious, but he’s not hungry.

“Maybe Harvey could prescribe you something else.”

“I feel like a guinea pig.” there’s a hint of frustration in his voice and you can’t really blame him for it. “It’s the third time I change my sleep medication.”

You exhale softly. His tone is a bit harsh, but you keep in mind that his frustration isn’t directly related to you. You’re the reason why he opens up. And opening up isn’t always easy.

The room falls into a deep, reflexive atmosphere as you both mull over the situation. He takes a couple of bites of the pie, if anything to avoid upsetting you, but he knows it will taste much better in the morning, when his mood - he hopes - won’t be this sour anymore. Your hands leave his shoulders as the water finally starts boiling on the stove. You take the boiler off the heat and pour the water into two matching mugs.

“Pumpkin and ginger tea, yeah?” you ask to fill the silence in the kitchen.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Now sitting down in front of him, you take his free hand in yours and bring it to your lips, softly placing a reverent kiss on his pale skin. He looks up at you furtively, the intimacy between you still an unspoken precious glimmer of innocence. It’s still so new to be loved.

He loved his family dearly, but he always felt like a black sheep in it. He didn’t expect anything from Demetrius and he’s now able to acknowledge that he was probably doing his best to be a good step-father. It doesn’t mean the lack of care, or rather the inattention towards him, hasn’t left a scar on him. He was used to move around the house in complete silence, his voice unheard. He was like a cat crying for attention, but he was never loud enough to be considered.

He’s been raised to feel like an unwanted guest. And the more he thinks about it, the more he realises the nightmares might not be completely unrelated to his condition. When you spend your entire existence bottling things up, they are going to haunt you or to get out of you in one way or another.

“I was wondering…” you remove your hand from his and place both palms around the hot mug. “What are the nightmares about this time?”

“…nothing deep, really. Just… you know, people I trust doing weird stuff. Betraying me. Other people smiling wickedly. What are they even smiling for?”

“Does that include me?”

He sighs, unable to escape from the harsh truth and the pain of subjecting you to it. “Sometimes, yeah. But I know I can trust you.” he quickly adds in an attempt to sugarcoat it.

“Consciously, yeah. But I know it’s not easy, Sebby, to… to let go of your fears and trust people around you.”

“Wait, aren’t you mad? You’re my spouse. I’m supposed to trust you.”

“You put great effort in it.” you crack a smile but avoid his gaze. “I know it’s not easy and I appreciate it. But I know it’s hard to do it… unconditionally, you know?”

Sebastian knows that you had it rough, too, before coming to Pelican Town. Conversations like this are uncomfortable for the both of you, but the way you keep pushing yourself forward together just shows how strong the bond between you actually is.

“I don’t think there’s a real medicine for that.” he takes a sip of his tea and his next words sound like a quiet breath of the wind. It hurts to hear them from your beloved, but you chug down the pain. “I think I’m broken.”

“You’re not. If you are, let me complete you.”

“Hah. So cheesy, aren’t you?”

Finally your eyes meet and you exchange a smile. You must look like crap right now and you’ll probably look like that even more when your alarm will go off in a couple of hours, but he still looks at you as if you were a gift crafted and placed upon this Earth just for him, like a shiny frozen tear. You’re like a soothing balm for his soul, a safe place where he can always return without feeling like a guest or a ghost. His steps can be heavy, his laughter can be loud. He is allowed to exist without measuring the space he deserves. Without wondering if he deserves the slice of pie or the pumpkin soup you make for him when he’s sick - and it happens very often.

“You know, there’s still a path we haven’t considered. Harvey mentioned it briefly, but if your troubles are related to something a bit more serious than the simple fact of having nightmares… he has a friend in Zuzu City.”

Sebastian looks up at you, mulling over your words. He has considered this option before, but he was afraid you or his family would judge him. “You mean, a therapist?”

“Yeah. Yeah, a therapist. You don’t find it weird, do you?”

“I don’t. But this place is so small. My mother will overreact when I’ll tell her.”

“Then we won’t tell her until you feel ready. But, babe, I want you to know that you can make your own decisions without fearing these might weigh on other people.” you hold his hand again, this time with some more urgency. “You are allowed to be… selfish.”

“Am I?” he asks and you know it’s not a rhetorical question. He looks genuinely surprised, although you’ve had this discussion so many times before even getting engaged.

“Yes, Seb, you are allowed to have a saying. To make decisions. To live in a space that’s not measured based on other people’s needs. Please, even when it comes to me, do not be afraid to ask for more.”

You squeeze his hand. “I married you because I love you. Because you fill me up. You’re not a brief presence in my peripheral vision - you are the actual apple of my eye.”

Sebastian doesn’t cry often. He’s used to keep that inside himself, too. But the sound that leaves his mouth, initially muffled by his own palm, resembles the moan of a whale that can see no companion around it other than the vast sea. You get up, your arms circling his body once again as you let him break down in the little, comforting space between your neck and shoulder, a place he’s entitled to, that’s all for him to find solace in.

After a while, as he dries his tears with his sleeve, you put the two - now cold - mugs in the sink and the pie in the fridge. All that crying made him finally sleepy and now he just longs to be engulfed by your warmth.

When you drag him back to bed, he seems to be in a much better mood than he was when he was forcing himself to stay awake and work.

“Mmh… you’re soft.” he whispers, placing his head on your chest.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Not telling.”

His voice is hoarse, tiredness already taking over. But he manages to croak a few more words before drifting off to sleep. “I love you too, pumpkin. Tomorrow morning I’ll call Harvey and ask him for his friend’s number.”

You know it will take time to heal, but for now, you let him rest in your arms. He’ll be fine where he is for the rest of the night.