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Wonderful life.

Arron hotchner x Fem!reader

Sum- after hailey you spend more time with Jack and hotch leading up todating arron and it has been the best, but when your friends bring up to topic of sex the relationship might get better.

Cw smut - loss of virginity-oral fem reciv-fingering- praise dirty talk if you squint- unprotected -creampie

This fic is kinda long so if you wanna skip the fluff and get straight to the smut scroll down to the emojis. Leave a like!!

Dating Arron has been the best experience of your life even though you’ve only been with him romantically for 6 months you would come around the house and baby sit Jack while Arron was gone to work.

You were well aware of Hailey and you two would often go out with a few drinks after he got home. She would always talk about her feeling words Hotch and how she felt as if she and him werent all there anymore.

You would ask her why but she never understood until she told you that he had asked for a divorce and she agreed having the same mutual feelings.

When hailey died you were around Hotch and Jack more often almost every day in fact even sleeping over a few times. Jack had immediately latched onto you as the next mother figure. You would take him out for ice cream, go to the park, Arron even found you both asleep on the couch with Thomas the train on playing in the background. Being younger also helped letting you be more agile and being able to lift Jack up play more often with him.

“Good morning how was he trip?.” You ask walking into the kitchen pushing your hair back. You’d had stayed week at his place with Jack as he had a week long case.

Hotch turns around to see you in shorts and an oversized baseball t-shirt that he somehow recognizes.

“M-morning.” He can’t help but feel a ping in his heart an extra beat when he sees you.

“It was good no one what hurt sorry you stayed for so long…is that my shirt?” He says tilting his head.

“It’s alright and uh yeah sorry I ran outta shirts last night they were all in the washer I didn’t wanna rush back to my place I hope you don’t mind?” You say

“No not at all..keep it please.” He says his eyes wandering you body in a non creepy way.

“DADDY!” Jacks voice echos through the kitchen as he runs across the tile into hitch’s arm.

From that day on Hotch couldn’t imagine anything with out you. You would cloud his judgement at work finding him self thinking of you or looking at pictures of you and Jack. He even had a picture of you him and Jack on his desk in a macaroni Frame Jack had made.

When Mother’s Day came around that’s when Hotch had made up his mind. You had taken picked Jack up from school and he came out holding a tissue paper flower bouquet with a class craft card with a crayon drawing of you him and Arron on the paper.

“Jack…thank you you didn’t have to make me this?!” You say tears welling up in your eyes.

“Yes I did…you’re my mom.” He say. Hearing him say that but made you feel more love for him but a slight twinge of pain as he dosnt see Hailey as his mother anymore.

On the drive home he talks about the dinosaur he played with durning class naming all of them and thier color.

You and Jack walk into the house only for you to see Arron there fixing the flowers and balloons. He’s obviously come from work he’s still wearing his dress pants and his shirt is rolled up to his forearms which makes you weak.

“Daddy look what I made y/n!” Jack runs up his father showing him the fake flowers and card. You walk up to them looking around at the gifts and flowers and balloons all addressed to you.

“Hey you wanna go get those dinosaurs you were talking about?” You ask Jack he smiles and runs out of the room up stairs.

“Arron?” You ask now focusing on the elephant in the room.

“Just uh..happy Mother’s Day.” He says

“I-I’m not Jack mother.” You say

“You’re not the one who gave birth to him but you are sure as ever his mother, you’ve been there almost every single day for his entire life. Y/n…” he says taking your hands in his.

You look up at him a small smile runs across his face.

“I’ve fallen in love with you. When you stayed over that week I was gone-“ he begins

“That was months ago…” you trail off.

“Exactly you can say no I know it’s not in you biggest interest to be in a relationship but I-“

“Yes.” You say looking up to him bringing your hands up to his chest.

“What…”

“Yes.” You say already knowing what’s he’s gonna ask. He cups your face pulling you into him his lips pressing against yours as you share a kiss deep and and passionate.

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6 months later, that term or mention of sex never crossed yours or Arron’s mind, with Jack and him working a lot there’s wasn’t much time or energy. If either of you wanted sex he would always make sure you knew that you were in charge as having never had sex before is quite a scary moment.

He knows about your virginity. And respects you in every way possible. Of course there as sneaky touches here and there and make outs that are usually interrupted by Jack coming down stairs asking for water.

Out with Penelope jj and Emily you all sit at a table talking gossip about the guy who came over trying to tell you he was an fbi agent.

“So anyway y/n you and Hotch still going strong?” Emily asks

“Yes thank you very much.” You smile looking down into your drink.

“Any juciy deets you wanna spill?” She continues.

“You know that you’re talking about your boss right?” You ask

“Our boss your boyfriend. Boyfriend cancels out boss.” Pen laughs

“There’s nothing to discuss really we spend time we go out. I hangout with Jack..”

“Yeah but you don’t…you know?” Jj butts ins

“What?” You ask

“Sex?” She finishes her sentence.”

“N-no..besides I’ve never and you know that. I don’t know there not much time with Jack and his work I work from home so..” you say.

“Oh come on Jack is at science camp for another few days we don’t have a case should now be the perfect time?” Jj says

“We know you love with and we sure know he loves you in past you’ve said you’ve never gone steady becuase the guy was an ass and we can assure you Hotch is not and ass.” Penelope says.

You look over at Hotch drinking water while listening to Spencer ramble.

“Yeah…” you say

“You know what…yeah!!” You say more confidently.

“Yeah!” They all cheer making you giggle.

You get up and walk over to Hotch he looks at you with a smile placing his hand on your lower back.

“Can we go?” You ask.

The smile fades into a frown.

“You alright?” Hs asks looking over to you to the girls wondering if they’d hurt your feelings or something.

“I’m fine! I just..I wanna go.” You say looking up at him. He nods setting his cup down.

“Come on.” He says taking your hand. You wave to Spencer and your friends as you walk off with your lover.

Walking into his house has a weirder atmosphere with Jack not immediately running to say hello.

“You okay?” He asks helping you take off your jacket.

“Mhm.” You say tuning around to him wrapping your arms around his neck pulling his down to you in a kiss. He happily ablidges and kisses you back his hand gripping your waist.

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He groans into your lips as your hand grips the scruff of his neck. His hands move under your sweater only making you gasp out breaking contact with his lips.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Y-you’re hands are freezing.” You giggle noting at the cold night air you’d both walked through.

“Aaron…” you trail off.

“Mm.” He replies his hands roaming your waist.

“Jack is gone..” you answer

“Mhm.” He replies once again

“You don’t have a case…”

“No..” he says

“The h-house is empty.” You say a large rush of heat pushes its way up to your face.

He removes on hand pressing it to your blushed cheek looking you in your eyes.

“Tell me what you want?” He says caressing you cheek with his thumb.

“Y-you.” You say he smiles pecking your lips.

“You gotta do better than that.” He says brushing his nose against your.

“Please, make love to me.” You say. He presses his lips back on yours again this time the kiss is more passionate. You slip out of your heels dropping you height back to normal. He companstes by pulling you up into his arms your legs wrapping around his waist as he Carrie’s you through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom.

He places you on the bed and starts with removing his own shoes and unbuttoning his shirt before moving back to you. Your hands move up his chest feeling his toned body. You rember the first time you felt his skin under yours was at the beach when you put sun screen on him he was worried the scars and mark would turn you off or scare you but not at all.

His hands wander down your sides to the hem of your dress lifting it up and pulling it off over your head. Exposing your self in your panties and braless.

Before you can react he presses his lips to your neck while lifting your thigh to sit against his hip. Quickly finding the spot from before he kisses and sucks cussing a small moan to release from you mouth.

He cups your breast in his hand massage it making you whimper. He kisses down your chest to your stomach ending at the line of your panties the simple black underwear enough to make him hard in his pants.

He kisses along your inner thigh before looking up to you his hands on your waist.

“Can I take these off?” He asks gesturing at your undergarment.

“Yeah..” you say sheepishly.

Sitting up slightly he pats the side of your thigh.

“Lift for me.” He says and takes ahold of the side of your underwater. You lift your hips as the fabric is removed leaving you completely bare to him. Subconsciously you close your eyes and your arms move over your chest.

“Y/n…” Aaron speaks as you open your eyes you see he removed his shirt completely and his belt is gone.

“You alright? We can stop.” He reassures.

“I’m okay..” you say avoiding eye contact. A pro and con about dating a profiler is they can tell what’s wrong.

“Love.” He leans over to you.

“Hey..look at me.” He says you look at him as he places his hand on your cheek.

“It’s okay we can stop.” He says pure love and worry in his eyes as he waits for your answer.

“No I don’t want to im just..um”

“It’s okay to be scared.” He finishes for you.

“I want you to feel comfortable, okay? We’ll go very slow.” He says kissing your cheek.

“Hmm?” He asks when you don’t answer. He kisses your face again peppering them making you giggle.

“Okay okay.” You say looking up at him.

“Good. If I’m doing something wrong tell me okay?” He says

“Okay.” You nod his hand moves down between your bodies. You expect him to line himself up with you and press into you like in the movies but not at all your met with a pleasant feeling of his fingers pressing against your clit.

“Ah..” you moan out only to cover your mouth muffling the sound as he swirls your clit. It feels so much better him doing it that you yourself.

He kisses your hand before moving it off your mouth.

“I want to hear you. Tell me how you feel.” He says

“G-good.” You gasp as the motion picks up. He shifts his hand to press his middle finger into you. Having used your own before but his are much longer thicker and it’s only one.

“Ngh..” you let out as he angles it up pumping it in and out. He groans at the sight of you enjoying just one of his fingers.

To lost in the pleasures of him you don’t realize his face between your legs. Only when he slips in a second finger do you notice. His lips latch around your clit as his tongue plays with you. His two fingers angling up stroking the spongy spot in you.

“F-fuck..Aaron..” you moan out as you grip the bedsheets. A buildup forms in your stomach as you squirm helplessly into the bed only giving your boyfriend better access to your core.

He groans into you as your clench around his fingers is enough to cause you to cum. The snap of the band in the pit of your stomach cuases a rush of pleasure to surge through your body. Your fingers entangled themself in his hair.

He let up on you as to not over stimulate you. Your chest rises and falls heavily. He combats with light kisses along your body praising you for how well you did. How good you were for him. Although it’s meant to calm you down if riled you back up turning you on once more.

“Do you want to stop?” He aks

“No. No please, I want you.” You say.

He nods pulling back from you making you whine a small noise which makes him chuckle.

“Hold on sweetheart.” He says as he unbuttons his pants the obvious bulge stretching his pants. He lets his pants down taking his boxers with them exposing him fully to you.

You pale out the blood leaving your system as pure worry fills your emotions. His size is way larger than you thought. Once or twice you’ve accidentally run into him after a shower and you could see the slight outline or him. But as fully erect he’s intimidating.

You prop yourself up on your elbows worry leaving you as remeber what his fingers can do to you. Honier to know what his cock can do.

He crawls back into you.

“Look at me. If you want to stop or if anything hurt let me know I’ll stop.” He says

“I know. I trust you.” You say he nods looking down to your pussy again before lining up with you you feel his head touch your core making you flinch lightly. Hotch places his hand on your thigh caressing your skin soothing your fear.

“Relax it’s okay.” He says you listen to him getting off your elbows bracing your self by gripping the sheet beneath you.

He pushes the head past your folds you feel pressure but not pain. He pushes a bit more as you feel a stretch that becomes slightly painful.

“Ngh..a-Aaron w-wait.” You grip onto his arm stopping him.

“Okay.” He says stopping his movements waiting for you it takes a few seconds but finally you give him the play to move. He carfully pulls out slightly only to push back in. He does a few more times letting you adjust to his length before pushing In further and further until he fully inside you.

Your walls twitch can around him cock warming him for a bit before you tell him to move. So he does beginning to calmly thrust in and back.

Your cunt fully used to him he’s easily siding within you.

“H-harder Aaron please.” You whine looking up to him. A particularly hard thrust cuases a squeal to leave your lips as your nails dig into his back. He groans out as the feeling of you clenching down around him.

One hand gripping your breast while the other props himself up beside you. Some how his thrust hit deeper stroking against your g-spot. You clench around him making him groan deeply in your ear.

Noticing your pleasure from his actions he thrust up into you not pulling your thigh over his shoulder roughly thrusting up into you. You moan out in pleasure as he fucks up into you.

“Aaron! Ah.” You moan out as your nails scratch down his back. Making him groan and moan into your neck.

“I love you..fuck..I love you so much!” He kisses your neck sucking and marking you up.

“Ah..i- ah.” You try to reply but you can muster are sloppy moans as you grip his hair. The familiar build up from before is quick to snap making your cunt flutter and clench down around him. Making him more full than before.

Your back arches as you climax against him. With a few more sloppy thrust he grips the bed on either side of you scrunching the sheets as he meets his own finish.

“Ngh..f-fuck” he groans into you as he empties himself into your aching pussy. Your pants ragged as you smile his lips connecting with yours giving you a few smaller thrusts before he subsides and carefully pulls out of you peppers your face with kisses making you giggle pulling him closer to you.

“Stay here.” He says before pecking your lips and getting up. He pulls his boxers up covering his lower half before walking over to his drawer pulling out a shirt. Once he turns around he sees you sleep on the bed. Walking back over to you he carefully lifts you up and places the shirt over you before getting into the bed next to you.

He pulls you closer to him you immediately gripping onto him like a koala. He kisses you head before falling asleep himself.

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Issue 14, 7/19/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

Bi-Weekly Overseer HQ Report

By Nes, art by Z

Welcome back to another normal issue of The Overseer, and with it our Bi-weekly HQ update! In this article, I like to run through the mayhem and mishaps that have occurred in the Overseer HQ these past few weeks. I hope you enjoy our antics as much as I do.

First up on the list, last week we discovered the office has a basement! Why Roo never informed us of this is unknown, but there were lots of amazing finds down there, such as an old school globe which is now proudly presented in my office. Is it accurate to the modern borders? Absolutely not, but it looks cool.

Additionally, alongside our cat infestation, we also appear to have a rat colony living in Roo's office. They’re allegedly stealing all his homemade pizza. How do you have a cat and rat infestation at the same time? We here at The Overseer aren’t sure, but we sure have managed it. Thankfully, the rats seem contained to the one office and have not caused any troubles outside of their pizza heists. I personally vote to allow them to stay.

I’m sure you’re waiting for me to address the elephant in the room, and I’m glad you’re just as excited about the new coffee machine as everyone else in the office is. As a non-coffee drinker, my opinion towards it is neutral, but writers, artists, and proofreaders alike are overjoyed at the addition. The old machine was from the 80’s and tasted like mold according to a writer. The new one is much more modern.

Lastly, the most important news of the week: The Overseer’s fursona would be a raccoon.

Thank you for tuning in to this week's issue of the Bi-weekly Overseer HQ Report. We need a new name for this due to that one sucking, but I don’t have the time to fix it. Have a lovely rest of your week, and see you next time!

Now onto other news under the cut!

Affiliate Happenings

By Roo

Docm77: It appears that he is very creature-shaped. Maybe this creature likes eggs.

GoodTimesWithScar: Mistakes were, apparently, made, but Scar is also simply a creature, so he cannot be blamed for this.

Grian: Mumbo has turned into a redstone-powering helicopter. The fact that this happened in the Grian affiliate channel is ignored.

ImpulseSV: He is so small. A little guy. Creature, even.

JoeHills: (Only slightly concerned that this bit has been going on for months) Joe Hills.

MumboJumbo: Please let me never see realistic Minecraft Mumbo again. Mumbo affiliates, I am begging you.

ZombieCleo: Forbidden cinnamon roll bath bomb. I'm sorry, what?

Weekly Weather Report

By Nes

Temperature is depicted using Celsius. Sorry, Americans.

Thursday - Clear skies are expected for Thursday with a high of 21, and wind is looking to be minimal with high humidity. Clouds are expected to come in during the afternoon, with the chance of rain being moderately high around dinner time. Be sure to apply sunscreen before going out for the day, and pack an umbrella or rain jacket if you expect to be out in the late afternoon.

Friday - Cloudy skies and rain are expected to arrive early Friday morning, with a high of 10 and strong winds. Flying is not advised in these conditions, however, you should be able to perform outdoor work if needed. Rain will last throughout the day and is expected to become worse in the evening.

Saturday - Rain continues into Saturday with a high of 11. Areas of the server may experience thunder and dangerously high winds. Citizens are urged to stay inside and save water in case of a power outage. A storm is expected to last the entire day.

Sunday - Thunder is expected to continue into Sunday and spread across the entire server as rain continues, a high of 12 and strong winds will accompany the storm. Once again, citizens are advised to stay indoors until the rain clears in the late evening.

Monday - Cloudy skies and light drizzles are expected with a low humidity and moderate winds and a high of 16. It is now safe to leave your home, and there are crisis services available if your property was damaged during the storm.

Tuesday - Cloudy skies with a bit of sun and a high of 21 is expected Tuesday, humidity will be moderate and winds low. This is an optimal day for outdoor work and citizens are advised to take advantage of it.

Wednesday - Clear skies return to close out the week with a high of 27, humidity is moderate and winds are breezy. A perfect day for the beach, so grab your swimsuits and head on down!

ArtFight Citizen Artwork

By Lydia

With the month over halfway through, participants of both the Citizen Hub and the annual ArtFight competition, held from July 1st to July 31st, have been vigorously creating digital and traditional art pieces for this special event. As we have observed a significant amount of pieces depicting Citizens of the Server, this article features a collection of portraits, many of which are drawn by your fellow participants, as we have progressed through the competition.

ArtFight is an artwork gifting game focusing on celebrating original characters created by internet users of all genres. Taking place during the same month every year, the concept began in 2007, although the website that hosts the event, ArtFight.net, did not come to fruition until 2016. Upon entry to the competition, all participants are divided into two teams, each with different themes for every year. This year’s teams are the Vampires and the Werewolves, and in previous years have featured the themes of Bloom and Wither, Sugar and Spice, Dream and Nightmare, Magic and Technology, Sun and Moon, and Land and Sea, to name a few. Participants then place their original characters on their profile that they would like to receive artwork depicting, and will create pieces for others who have done the same.

Points are earned based on the number of art pieces created, the levels of character visibility, shading, and background work, as well as whether the pieces are drawn in return for a piece received. Artwork that a participant creates for someone else is called “Attacks” and artwork that is received from other artists is called “Defenses.” A piece drawn in return for someone’s attack on a participant is called “Revenge.” With the current standings, the Werewolves team is currently taking a very large lead, though the exact points expectedly change each day.

Some participants of both the Server and the competition have chosen to feature their Citizens as characters in their ArtFight profiles. Due to the surrounding enthusiasm that has developed regarding participants’ Citizens and their respective artistic depictions, competitors have seized the opportunity to share their artistic visions for twice the benefits. During this month, artists are both bringing joy to the strangers, acquaintances, and companions that they have met and are racking up points for their teams. Artwork depicting a Citizen that was not created by the artist is not uncommon and has been swiftly making the rounds since the first month of the Server’s existence in April. Our gregarious community took no time at all to become enthralled with each others’ creative voices. With the incentive of ArtFight, however, The Overseer staff members believe that this is the perfect time to showcase this particular flavor of Citizen depictions.

If you are interested in signing up for this year’s ArtFight, it is not too late! With the final day being July 31st, there is still plenty of time to join. ArtFight welcomes artists of every skill level, from novices, hobbyists, and youths to professionals in their artistic careers. Unfortunately, if you do not have an account, you will not be able to view anyone’s profile or artwork from the website itself. It is believed that the purpose of this inaccessibility to outsiders is meant to prevent data scraping, but the true motivation remains unknown. Despite the inconvenience, it is not required of a user to participate in any ArtFight competitions to have an account.

View the collection here!

This collection is organized in chronological order with the exception of a final piece featuring many Citizens at once, and the time-frame ranges from July 1st to July 17th of this year. Each piece depicts a Hermit Citizen in some way, shape, or form, according to each artist’s interpretation. The Overseer hopes that all recipients of the artwork have enjoyed seeing their Citizens through an alternate lens! We commend all of the efforts that each artist has contributed to shaping their pieces into their idiosyncratic depictions of each Citizen showcased in this exhibition.

Astrology Corner

By Lydia

Do you feel you are lacking guidance? Do you look up your birthday and star sign and wonder, “What travels await me? Will I come into a windfall of a resource I’ve been looking for? Will my weekend be exciting or mundane?” Do not worry. Here at The Overseer, we can help.

*Ignore how specific these are. Nothing bad will happen to you.

Aries: You will visit the thrift store in the near future. Inside, you will find many artifacts that you have previously dreamt about. If you choose to buy any of them, you will feel a euphoric burst of creativity.

Taurus: You will attend a fishing trip during the coming weekend. You will catch several types of fish, and if you choose to release any of them, you will receive a stack of potions of water breathing.

Gemini: You will attend a small folk concert in the near future. The band’s music will be very clearly amateur. If you choose to stay through to the end of the concert, someone you meet there will reveal a secret about The Watchers to you.

Cancer: You will attend a carnival featuring a new ride. It will be advertised as a “tour through hell” but perfect for thrill seekers. If you choose to ride it, you will gain a lifetime pass to Scarland.

Leo: You will meet a private eye detective investigating the Listeners organization. They will ask for your assistance in helping them sabotage a plot by The Watchers in a Life Series. Should you choose to accept, you will find yourself deeply emotionally attached to another contestant.

Virgo: You will be asked to volunteer as a janitor for a local restaurant. If you choose to accept it, you will find yourself in a scheme in which you are desperately trying to cover up the restaurant’s many health code violations.

Libra: You will find yourself on a winning streak at the local arcade. Just when you earn enough tickets to win yourself something exciting, whether it be a particular piece of artwork, a load of diamonds, or a rare artifact, you will be chased by several children at the arcade for your tickets. There will be approximately 20 of them. Good luck outrunning them all!

Scorpio: You will embark on a tour of all of the castles on the Server. You will be asked to give a full summary of everything you have learned about them to both Cleo’s and Cub’s museums. You must choose one museum to lie to and one museum to tell the truth to. Choose wisely!

Sagittarius: You will soon find a bowl of fruit at your doorstep. If you choose to eat it, you will find yourself levitating approximately ten inches off the ground at different times of the day for the rest of the week.

Capricorn: You will go to the beach on your next day off and encounter several abandoned metal detectors, seemingly all defective. If you choose to attempt to repair any of them, several local beachcombers will pay you a handsome fortune.

Aquarius: You will find several travelers attacking mobs in a Nether fortress. They will offer you some of their loot if you are able to stay and help them over the next few days. If you choose to accept, you will awaken on the final day to find that they all appear faceless and many inches taller, and will offer you protection in future times of trouble.

Pisces: You will encounter a very chatty hairdresser over the weekend who will offer to give you a free haircut. They will show you photographs of all of their previous haircuts, all of which will appear quite bizarre to you. If you choose to accept their offer, you will find yourself able to understand a handful of common mob languages.

Lost and Found

By Lydia

All of the following items have been brought to The Overseer staff’s office for safekeeping until they are claimed. If you recognize one of these items as yours, please visit us to receive your items, or contact us at [email protected]. Thank you! *Not a real email address.

Item 1: An assortment of items made from chicken feathers Due to the incident of Poultry Man’s influx of chickens, various items have been created using chicken feathers, whether they are practical or not. These items include a feather duster, a collection of quill pens that do not write very well, two feather boas, a feather fan, and many fishing flies. They were found scattered all throughout the Server, including Doc’s base, the Shopping District, the Birdhouse, and the Sculk Research Center.

Item 2: A lamp depicting a mermaid sitting on a conch shell This lamp takes the form of an orange conch shell that stands approximately six inches tall and features an ivory sculpture of a plus-sized, curly-haired mermaid sitting on top of it holding a small anchor. It was found near Atlantis but was not claimed by anyone for the last five days. Our staff members stated that they can hear unsettling whispers in gibberish when standing near the lamp. They also state that they believe it moves when no one is looking. Please, somebody, claim it.

Item 3: A postcard with a photograph of a sailor on the open ocean This postcard depicts an Albatross Avian sailing on a very small boat. The boat’s sail is made of sewn patchwork, and the sailor appears with an enthused expression, leaning back to catch the wind. The written note on the postcard states that the Avian owns a shop called Surf and Sky, and mentions their vested interest in all things related to sea animals.

Item 4: A collection of 1970s patterned clothing A collection of outfits featuring shirts with large, geometric asymmetrical patterns, bell-bottomed pants, large round-tinted sunglasses, brown vests, and flower-patterned bandannas were found scattered throughout the Scarland ride areas. The staff had a fun day playing dress-up with these costumes, but it is time for us to return them to their rightful owner.

Item 5: A sword named Roastisserie Blade Found on the Nether Roof, this wooden sword has Mending, Unbreaking 3, Sharpness 5, Looting 3, and Fire Aspect 2. It also has the scent of slightly burnt rotisserie chicken. The staff concludes that it must have made for an interesting spit to roast such a meal.

Item 6: A list of criteria of base accessibility and a photograph of a moth person This list was found near Impulse’s Dwarven Keep, filled with check marks and written notes regarding this particular base. Attached to it was a photograph of a green moth person with purple eyes and a very dapper suit. They wear a relaxed smile and are holding a contour cane, and are lounging in a wooden chair.

ADVERTISEMENTS

By Jamie

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Calling all rat exterminators! Chief Editor of the Newspaper, Roo, is in the midst of an invasion! Various rats aka the unpaid interns have come in and started stealing their pizza! If you can help and/or want some freshly nibbled on pizza contact Roo today.

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This week’s meeting is for the gardeners AND gamers! Meet up with the gardening club this Friday for an exclusive tour of Joe’s pinball machine. Daisies are required for entry.

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Here at the Scar Safety Service we are here for YOU. We can help with any of your base-protection needs from fighting off hordes to cleaning up creeper holes.

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All possible deaths during the cleanup process are defaulted as the fault of the base’s owner. The SSS recognizes the hazards of the job and will not be paying for them.

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Fun and Games

This week's fun and games are brought to you by Lydia and Azure!

Word Search and Crossword by Lydia

Brain Teasers by Azure

And that's all for this week folks! Thank you so much for reading and have a lovely week!

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How to Use Wallpaper to Create a Calming Nursery Environment

Designing a nursery is an exciting part of preparing for the arrival of a new baby, and creating a space that feels peaceful and comforting is often at the top of many parents' minds. One of the best ways to transform a nursery into a soothing haven is through the thoughtful use of wallpaper. With the wide variety of options available—from whimsical fish wallpaper to enchanting safari nursery wallpaper—you can craft a serene atmosphere that will nurture your baby’s senses and help them settle into sleep and relaxation.

In this blog, we’ll explore how to use nursery room wallpaper to create a calming environment. We'll incorporate themes like bird wallpaper, parrot wallpaper, cloud wallpaper nursery, and other delightful designs to shape a tranquil space for your little one.

Choosing Soothing Colors for Nursery Wallpaper

The color palette of your nursery plays a crucial role in setting a calming tone. Soft pastels like blush pinks, sky blues, mint greens, and neutral tones such as beige or light gray work beautifully to create a peaceful backdrop. Consider selecting rainbow wallpaper with a muted or watercolor finish—this can introduce a splash of color while maintaining a soft, relaxing vibe.

If you want to incorporate elements of nature, a cloud wallpaper nursery in light blues and whites can evoke a sense of floating in the sky, perfect for promoting calm and serenity. This timeless, gentle pattern makes it ideal for creating a relaxing space that can grow with your child.

Incorporating Nature-Inspired Designs

Nature has an inherently calming effect, so bringing the outside in through wallpaper can soothe both babies and parents. Designs featuring animals, birds, and natural elements are trendy for nurseries. Bird wallpaper, for example, introduces a sense of lightness and freedom, especially when paired with soft, natural colors like pale yellows or sky blues.

Consider parrot wallpaper or safari nursery wallpaper for something a little more exotic. These designs can be bold yet calming in softer pastels or subdued earth tones. The presence of friendly animals like elephants, giraffes, and parrots gives the room a whimsical and adventurous feel while offering a connection to the natural world.

Creating a Fantasy World with Wallpaper Murals

Fantasy themes can also foster a calming environment, especially if you choose designs that spark the imagination in a gentle, non-overstimulating way. Nursery wall murals are an excellent option for this. For example, a mural featuring a serene forest scene or a dreamlike fantasy wallpaper can transport your baby to a soothing imaginary world of wonder.

Nursery mural wallpaper offers a chance to create an entire landscape on one wall, which can serve as a focal point for the room. Whether it’s a scene of fluffy clouds floating over a gentle sea or a lush forest inhabited by friendly woodland creatures, these murals create an immersive experience that soothes the senses. Parents can also use these designs as storytelling tools, fostering creativity and imagination from an early age.

Why Removable Nursery Wallpaper is Ideal for Flexibility

Removable nursery wallpaper is an excellent option if you hesitate to commit to a particular design. This type of wallpaper allows you to easily change the room's look as your child grows or your design preferences evolve. You can experiment with bold patterns or more whimsical designs like fish wallpaper, bird wallpaper, or playful rainbow wallpaper without worrying about a long-term commitment.

Removable wallpaper is also ideal if you plan to move or redecorate frequently. Since it’s easy to apply and remove without damaging the walls, you can update the room with the changing seasons or your child’s evolving tastes. Opting for removable wallpaper also allows you to play with different themes, such as safari nursery wallpaper in the early years and transitioning to something more sophisticated later.

Using Wallpaper to Create Zones in the Nursery

Wallpaper can also be used to visually define different zones within the nursery, adding to the calming atmosphere. For instance, you can use a nursery wall mural to create a specific area for play or reading while keeping the sleeping area more neutral and serene. A dreamy cloud wallpaper nursery can surround the crib area, creating a restful spot for naps, while a playful fish wallpaper could highlight a reading nook or play area.

By strategically using different patterns and styles, you can make the nursery feel more organized and structured, which helps promote a sense of calm and order. Consider using removable nursery wallpaper to experiment with different layouts before settling on the perfect configuration.

Textures and Finishes for a Soothing Effect

The texture and finish of your best nursery wallpaper can also contribute to the calming effect. Wallpapers with a matte finish feel softer and more soothing than those with a shiny finish. Textured wallpapers, like those with a subtle fabric or embossed pattern, can add a tactile dimension to the room, which makes the space feel cozier and more inviting.

When selecting wallpaper for a nursery, always prioritize high-quality, non-toxic materials that are safe for your baby’s environment. Nursery mural wallpaper or fantasy wallpaper made from eco-friendly materials can give you peace of mind while adding beauty and calm to the room.

Timeless Designs That Grow with Your Child

Another consideration when choosing nursery room wallpaper is to opt for timeless designs that can evolve as your child grows. Soft, neutral colors, nature-inspired patterns like bird wallpaper or cloud wallpaper nursery, and classic motifs like rainbows or gentle animals can transition from a baby’s room to a toddler’s space without feeling outdated.

Wallpapers that feature more subtle themes, such as nursery wall murals of a serene landscape or best nursery wallpaper designs with simple patterns, will remain relevant as your child’s personality develops. This long-term flexibility ensures you won’t need to redecorate as your child grows frequently.

Conclusion

Wallpaper is a powerful tool for transforming a nursery into a peaceful and serene environment. Whether you choose soothing cloud wallpaper nursery, whimsical parrot wallpaper, or adventurous safari nursery wallpaper, the suitable wallpaper can set the tone for your baby’s room. By selecting calming colors and nature-inspired designs and using removable nursery wallpaper for flexibility, you can create a space that promotes tranquility and nurtures your baby’s growth.

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Why Expert Floor Sanders Are Essential For Floor Restoration?

Picture this: you’ve just moved into your dream home, but the floors look like they’ve been through a stampede of elephants.

Scratches, dull patches, and years of wear and tear have taken their toll. You’re excited to transform your space, but where do you even start?

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The expert floor sanders understand the intricacies of different wood types, grains, and finishes.

They know how to bring out the best in your floors, ensuring a smooth and even surface that can be stained or finished to perfection.

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Floor restoration can be daunting, especially if you’re unfamiliar with the process. Hiring expert floor sanders means you can sit back and relax while they handle everything.

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Prolonging Floor Life

Wood floors are a significant investment in your home’s value and aesthetics. Regular maintenance, including professional sanding, can extend their lifespan significantly.

Expert floor sanders know how to sand floors to minimise wear and tear, ensuring that your floors stay beautiful for years to come. They also apply high-quality finishes that protect the wood from future damage.

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Reviving Instead of Replacing

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Creating a Scalable Digital Transformation Framework for Enterprises

Picture this: You're the captain of a massive ship, navigating through uncharted waters. The seas are choppy, the winds unpredictable, and your destination? A promised land of digital innovation and business growth. Sounds daunting, right? Well, welcome to the world of digital transformation in large enterprises!

But fear not, intrepid business leader! Today, we're going to chart a course through these turbulent waters. We're diving deep into the art and science of creating a scalable digital transformation framework for enterprises. So, grab your captain's hat, and let's set sail on this exciting journey!

Why Do We Need a Scalable Framework?

Before we jump into the nitty-gritty, let's address the elephant in the room: Why do we need a scalable framework for digital transformation? Well, imagine trying to navigate that massive ship with a compass designed for a rowboat. Not gonna work, right?

Large enterprises are complex beasts. They have multiple departments, diverse teams, and often, a global presence. A one-size-fits-all approach to digital transformation is like trying to fit an elephant into a tutu – it's not pretty, and it's definitely not effective.

A scalable framework allows you to:

- Adapt to different business units and their unique needs

- Grow and evolve as your transformation journey progresses

- Maintain consistency while allowing for flexibility

- Measure and replicate success across the organization

Sounds good? Great! Let's dive into building this framework.

Step 1: Set Your North Star

Every great journey needs a destination. Your digital transformation north star is your ultimate vision of what you want to achieve. It's not just about implementing new tech – it's about reimagining your business for the digital age.

Ask yourself:

- What does digital success look like for our organization?

- How will it impact our customers, employees, and stakeholders?

- What new value can we create through digital transformation?

Remember, this isn't just a tech initiative – it's a business revolution. Your north star should align with your overall business strategy and values.

Step 2: Map Your Current Position

Now that we know where we're going, let's figure out where we are. Conduct a thorough assessment of your current digital maturity. This isn't the time for rose-tinted glasses – be brutally honest.

Consider:

- Your existing technology infrastructure

- Digital skills and capabilities within your workforce

- Current digital processes and their effectiveness

- Customer experience across digital touchpoints

Think of this as your "You Are Here" marker on the digital transformation map.

Step 3: Build Your Transformation Blueprint

Alright, captain! It's time to chart our course. Your transformation blueprint is the master plan that will guide your entire journey. It should be comprehensive yet flexible, detailed yet adaptable.

Key components of your blueprint should include:

1. Strategic Pillars: Define the core areas of focus for your transformation. These could include customer experience, operational efficiency, new business models, or data-driven decision making.

2. Technology Roadmap: Outline the key technologies you'll need to implement. This might include cloud migration, AI and machine learning, IoT, or blockchain.

3. People and Culture Plan: Remember, digital transformation is as much about people as it is about technology. How will you upskill your workforce? How will you foster a digital-first culture?

4. Governance Model: Establish clear roles, responsibilities, and decision-making processes for your transformation initiative.

5. Metrics and KPIs: Define how you'll measure success. These should align with your north star vision and strategic pillars.

Step 4: Create Your Scalability Engine

Here's where the rubber meets the road. Your scalability engine is what allows you to replicate success across your enterprise. It's like having a secret recipe that you can use in different kitchens, tweaking the ingredients slightly based on local tastes.

Key components of your scalability engine:

1. Modular Approach: Break your transformation into modular components that can be mixed and matched based on the needs of different business units.

2. Center of Excellence: Establish a central team that can provide expertise, best practices, and support to different parts of the organization.

3. Standardized Processes: Create standard processes for things like technology evaluation, implementation, and change management. These can be adapted as needed but provide a consistent starting point.

4. Knowledge Sharing Platform: Implement a system for sharing learnings, best practices, and case studies across the organization.

5. Agile Methodology: Adopt an agile approach that allows for rapid iteration and continuous improvement.

Step 5: Fuel Your Transformation with Data

In the digital world, data is the new oil. It should power every aspect of your transformation journey. Use data to:

- Identify areas of opportunity

- Measure the impact of your initiatives

- Personalize experiences for customers and employees

- Drive predictive and prescriptive analytics for decision making

Remember, with great data comes great responsibility. Ensure you have robust data governance and security measures in place.

Step 6: Navigate the Human Element

Here's a truth bomb for you: The biggest challenges in digital transformation aren't technological – they're human. Resistance to change, fear of job loss, and lack of digital skills can all torpedo your transformation efforts faster than you can say "disruptive innovation."

To navigate these choppy waters:

- Communicate, communicate, communicate: Be transparent about the transformation journey, its benefits, and its challenges.

- Invest in training and development: Help your people grow into the digital future you're creating.

- Celebrate wins: Recognize and reward those who embrace and drive change.

- Lead by example: Your leadership team should be digital champions, walking the talk.

Step 7: Iterate and Evolve

Remember, digital transformation isn't a destination – it's a journey. Your framework should be a living, breathing entity that evolves as you learn and grow.

Regularly reassess your progress, gather feedback, and be prepared to pivot when necessary. What worked yesterday might not work tomorrow, and that's okay. The key is to stay agile, stay curious, and keep pushing forward.

Conclusion: Your Digital Transformation Odyssey

Creating a scalable digital transformation framework for enterprises is no small feat. It's a complex, challenging, and often messy process. But with the right approach, it can also be an incredibly rewarding journey of growth, innovation, and reinvention.

Remember, you're not just implementing new technologies – you're reimagining your entire business for the digital age. It's a big task, but hey, that's why you're in the captain's chair, right?

So, are you ready to set sail on your digital transformation odyssey? The seas of change are waiting, and the future is bright for those bold enough to chart new courses. Bon voyage, digital explorers – may your transformation be scalable, your innovation be boundless, and your digital winds be ever in your favor!

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Chestnut Fest 2022 Week 1: For A Friend

Hello again, friends! It's that magical time of year again, and much like Shenron, I have been summoned from my slumber to grant your wishes for new story content once again.

The theme for this story? Comfort Food. Wasn't sure how I could translate that into a written work, but I think I found a way. This entry is set before Krillin and 18 are a couple, while their friendship is still budding. It's more platonic than shippy, but I think it's important to explore the planting of the seeds too! So without further ado, here we go! LINKS: FF.net AO3

It was another lovely day at Kame House. The seas were especially calm today, only light fluffy clouds on the horizon. A gentle breeze blew through, providing just enough respite from the heat of the now-setting sun.

Two figures sat at a table on the strip of beach separating the pink house from the water's edge. A woman, blonde, impossibly attractive, baggy shirt and a pair of shorts, looked at her short, bald companion with some amusement as their conversation had taken a rather unexpected turn.

"Comfort... food? I don't get it."

Krillin's cocked his head slightly. "Huh? What's not to get?"

18 tilted her head. "How is food comfortable? You eat it, you don't use it like furniture or clothing."

He chuckled. "No, not comfortable, comforting. It means foods that give off a sort of comforting or nostalgic vibe." He held up his index finger. "Now some people like to try to put it in a box and say "comfort foods" can only be certain kinds of food, usually fatty or decadent things," he smiled and closed his eyes. "But I happen to be in the camp that thinks that any food that really takes you back to a happy place in life qualifies."

She leaned back in her chair and sighed. "Sounds weird to me."

"Eh, it's just all tied to memories, I suppose." He looked up at the blue sky. "I still remember the day I found mine. It was after the 21st Budokai. Me and Goku had both lost to this weird Jackie Chun guy that somehow knew all our moves, but Master Roshi still bought us a big ol' meal afterwards for doing so well. A whole buffet right at our table!"

18's brows raised a bit. "...You mean Goku had that much himself, right?"

Krillin scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Well... I wish I could say that but, uh... I kinda ate almost as much as he did, being honest." He giggled. "We'd been fighting all day, I got stupid hungry, and the food was so good!" She saw his eyes light up as he remembered. "There was roast pork, lo mein, baozi, duck... I'd never eaten that well in my entire life. They never really gave us more than unseasoned rice and vegetables at Orin, and I didn't have any money when I was on my own, so getting to experience that..." he smiled. "And now, that's sorta become my own comfort food, I guess."

18 fiddled with a loose strand of hair. "Ah. Sounds... nice."

Krillin tapped lightly on the tabletop next to his baseball cap. "So you're saying you don't have any food-related memo-" her eyes shot in his direction and he stopped himself. "Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry..."

"I guess..." she spoke, her voice barely audible over the waves lapping at the beach. "I guess maybe I have... one."

Krillin sat forward in his seat, hands folded on the table in front of him. It was rare to see 18 this quiet. Almost... vulnerable. The least he could do is give her his full attention.

"Yeah? Do you mind sharing, or...?"

"It was when I was with 17 and 16. When we were..." she paused to consider her choice of words. "...traveling together. You know..."

Krillin nodded. That topic was still a bit of an elephant in the room for them, neither entirely sure how to address it yet. "Yeah, I get you."

She twirled the strand of hair a bit harder. "We took a truck then. 17's boneheaded idea. 'Make it fun', he said, 'go on a road trip, see the sights'..." she smiled. "He was always chasing being human again, even as he insisted we were above them now. After 16 cleared it out, we took off on the road and after a while, the raido? Monotonous." She glared. "I swear, if I ever wind up in a place that plays nothing but that annoying guitar twanging all day, I'm ending it right there and then."

He chuckled. "I can relate. Being stuck with only one sort of music can be grating."

"Yeah... anyways... we thought everything had been cleared out, right? All the food? But it turned out 16 found a few loose items that had gotten out and rolled around back there behind the seats. Fruits. Not many, but a couple. Two of them were common enough. An orange and a banana. 17 snatched those up himself. But there was another that 16 gave me." Her brow wrinkled a bit. "It must have been fiarly uncommon, given we had no information about it. It was colorful. Like a deep pink on the outside, with these... leaves almost, coming off the skin. The fruit inside was white, with seeds. I remember it having a very light sort of taste, almost barely there." She smiled. "I remember 17 sitting there with a big wedge of that orange in his mouth, pulling faces at me... 16 smiling in the back..." 18 thinned her lips for a moment. When she next spoke, Krillin could hear the shakiness in her voice. "It... it was the last time it felt like things were almost 'normal' for me. Like we were almost... family." She let go of her hair and covered her face with her palm. "God, that sounds so dumb..."

Krillin shook his head and waved his hands nervously in front of himself. "No, not at all! Believe me. I may not, y'know... 'get it', but I do get it." He sighed. "I'm such a wordsmith. I just mean that... I may not get that exact scenario. I know I haven't been through what you guys have, and I'm not trying to suggest that... but I do know that feeling. It's actually... a lot like the one I felt at that table that day at the Budokai."

18 turned toward him again. "Really now?"

"Yeah. It was like... Like I had friends now. Like a sort of a family. I had people who cared, who were happy for me, proud of me for a change." He put a hand up. "Again, not saying it's the same as your sitch at all. But the feeling is the same. That stays with you."

18 pursed her lips and gazed up at the sky for a bit before letting her head fall back with a groan. "Well, it's not like I'll be experiencing that 'nostalgia' thing any time soon anyways. Even if I bought into the idea." She stood up and pointed at him. "Which, to be clear, I still don't." She brushed stray sand off her legs quickly and started back inside the small house. " Don't even know what that stuff was called anyways..."

Krillin sat at the table, hands folded on its top, deep in thought. When she'd first come here, seeking shelter and answers, he'd promised her he'd help her adjust to human life. Said that he'd help her get back what that sick old man had stolen from her. This? This was part of that. He nodded to himself. 'Right. Let's get it done.'

He stood, put on his cap, took a deep breath, and without a word floated off into the air, headed due north. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

To say Krillin was exhausted was an understatement. He landed a bit hard, panting, next to one of the only 24-hour groceries he could find. For the last six hours, he'd flown around, desperately trying to find a fruit that had matched 18's description, starting up north where that truck had been... acquired. Every stop had been the same answer. "Never heard of a fruit like that." "You sure your friend didn't dream it up?" "That sounds wild, man. Let me know if you find it."

He'd gotten halfway to Satan City before a farmer in one of the shops proved helpful. "Oh, I've heard of that stuff, friend! You're in the wrong place. It grows in more tropical areas down south!"

The tropics. Where he'd started. The irony wasn't lost on Krillin as he caught his breath near the shop entrance. 'I just hope this one actually has what I'm looking for,' he thought to himself. 'I've been all over the region and so far no luck.'

He pushed the door open and was greeted by a portly older man in overalls. "Welcome! How can I help you tonight?"

Krillin gestured back toward the fairly large produce section. "Can you tell me if you carry a certain fruit? It's about the size of my fist, has a deep pink color, what looks like leaves growing out of the skin?"

The shopkeeper blinked a few times before smiling. "Ah, yes! I know the fruit you mean. I believe we sold the last of that on the shelves earlier today." He saw Krillin's face drop and he frowned. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. I can check our stock in the back if you like. It's very popular in the area but we may still have some."

He looked up, hopeful. "Please! It would mean a lot!"

"Very well, hold on." The man strolled from behind the register toward the doors in the back. "Shouldn't take more than a moment!"

It wasn't long before he returned with a small crate and a large smile. "Good news, sir! I believe we do indeed still have five in stock here!"

Krillin beamed. "Oh, thank you so much! How much are they?"

The shopkeeper plopped the crate onto the counter and tapped away at the register. "Hmmm... says here we're looking at 600 Zeni apiece."

Krillin blanched. "D-did you say 600?"

"Yes sir." He smiled. "Each. Dragon fruit don't grow too often and given the popularity..."

"Yeah, yeah. I get-wait..." Krillin raised an eyebrow. "They're called dragon fruit? Seriously?"

"Yessir!" The shopkeeper looked confused. "Is that surprising to you?"

"No... no at this point I almost expect everything in my life to be connected to dragons somehow." He fished the cash out of his wallet. "So... 3000 Zeni, huh?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"18! Can you... come down here for... a sec... hooo boy..."

A groggy 18 made her way down the dark stairs at Kame House and found a rather disheveled (and tired Krillin sprawled on the couch, barely visible in the light of the desk lamp. "Hey there... so... don't wanna get your hopes up but-"

"What happened to you?"

"I'm... getting there... hoo." He sat up and held up a bag. "I decided that you needed to catch a rather integral part of the human experience so... I tried to track down that fruit you were talking about."

18 hesitantly reached forward and took the bag. She peered inside it and froze. There it was. That same fruit. The very same one 16 had given her on their trip.

"I'm not... super sure it's the right one... but the guy at the store said it matched the description... so I got some." He smiled, his breath finally evening out. "Would you believe they were actually native to near here after all? Boy, did I ever get off on the wrong track... I think I need... a nap."

She slowly took one from the bag and split it with little effort. There it was, the white flesh dotted with so many seeds, sharply contrasted against the pink skin. She tentatively took a bite.

In that instant, those memories came flooding back, vivid as ever. That feeling she'd felt... it was back, if only for a moment. And suddenly, 18 understood.

"Oh... wow." She looked over at Krillin. "I guess I was-" she was halted by a deep snore. Krillin had passed out there on the couch, out like a light, hat dangling from his foot off the end of it. She smiled and grabbed a coat, using it to cover him up. "You really are a weird little man," she noted, gently rubbing his shoulder. "But I guess you're a really good friend, too."

18 reached over and switched off the lamp before heading upstairs to bed. She'd have to remember to thank him in the morning. But for now... she had a lot to think about.

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you feel like a stranger in your tale

@natsumeweek 2022 day 3; sacrifice/selfishness

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It’s approaching four o’clock in the morning when they finally go to bed.

Kitamoto drags the guest futons out of the hall closet and piles them in his bedroom. His hands keep shaking but they all pretend not to notice. There seems to be an unspoken agreement to just pretend, at least for right now.

Takashi turns the light out before he joins them on the floor, and for a moment he can almost believe it. They shuffle around in the dim glow of Kitamoto’s laptop screen, tugging pillows and duvets around until everyone’s comfortable, like it’s any other sleepover, any other night. Nishimura’s blue and purple face is an elephant in the room that none of them address.

“What are we watching?” Kitamoto asks, scrolling through Netflix. His computer is on his stomach, the screen tilted forward enough that they can all see without sitting up.

“Moomin,” Nishimura says immediately.

Takashi’s never heard of it, but Kitamoto agreeably picks the show out of his saved list and plays an episode from the first season seemingly at random. A pleasant animated intro starts—fluffy clouds in the sky above a charming blue house, where a little white creature gazes out the window as though daydreaming.

It’s absurdly comforting. Takashi practically relaxes against his will. The colors are all spring-time and pastel, and the happy characters run through flower fields and dance together, and Nishimura is humming along to the theme song under his breath.

They don’t talk. They just lay there together and watch the entire episode, and then the next two that play automatically. When the laptop tips away a little bit, Takashi turns his head and realizes that Kitamoto is fast asleep.

On Kitamoto’s other side, Nishimura’s eyes are still open, but he’s not watching the cartoon. He’s gazing up at the ceiling, or past it, at something that isn’t really there.

“Nishimura?” Takashi whispers.

His friend blinks and glances at him.

“Are you okay?” He winces the second he says it. What a stupid question.

“Yeah,” Nishimura says, matching Takashi’s low tone. He must be lying, but it doesn’t sound like he is. Takashi doesn’t know what to think of that. A moment later, Nishimura adds, “I just feel bad. I don’t think I should have called. I ruined everyone’s night.”

Suddenly, Takashi has half an idea why his friends are so exasperated with him all the time. He wants to say what are you talking about?? He wishes Shibata were here to say it, as loud and incredulous as it needed to be said. But that feeling fades quickly, and all it leaves behind is a bewildered kind of sadness.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he says. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Nishimura frowns, biting down on the corner of his mouth. He seems to struggle with himself for a minute, and then finally he blurts, “I did, though. I must have, right? I must have done something. Why else would she have been so angry?”

This entire night has felt like an out-of-body experience. Takashi thinks maybe he’ll wake up and have dreamed this whole thing. He remembers having thought that same exact thing when he was younger, when he was sitting in a hospital room with a broken arm, trying to figure out what he’d done to make his great-uncle so mad. It must have been something he did, because great-uncle had been so nice up until that day. He wouldn’t have hurt Takashi unless Takashi was bad.

But now, from the other side, he sees it differently. For the first time ever, he thinks that must not be right.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Takashi says. He’s glad they’re whispering, because if he talks any louder his voice will almost certainly break into a sob. “You didn’t deserve it. I promise.”

Nishimura doesn’t seem convinced, but at least he’s listening. He always listens to Takashi. The gray light of pre-dawn is creeping through the shades at the window, early birds and insects beginning their busy, eager gossip, and Takashi stays awake until he’s certain that Nishimura is finally asleep.

The next day, Detective Genta and the woman who had been at the station with them the night before arrive at the apartment to discuss the situation.

Takashi is only allowed to be here for this conversation by virtue of the wide-eyed look of panic Nishimura got every time someone tried to remove one of his friends from the room. So he sits quietly and tries to be both unobtrusive and a tower of support. He doesn’t know how well he does in either respect.

The situation looks like this:

Nishimura’s mother has been arrested and his home has been unilaterally deemed as unsafe for him to return to. He has no other immediate family in the area. His older brother is away at university and living in a tiny student housing apartment and has yet to return any of Detective Genta’s calls anyway.

Kitamoto’s mom is adamant that Nishimura will be staying with them. She says that she practically raised him anyway—that as far as she’s concerned, he’s already her kid.

The woman with Genta introduced herself as Ono Kaede from Child Protection Services, which means Takashi does his absolute level best not to speak to her or sit too close to her or look her in the eye.

She seems nice, though. She and Genta both accepted a piece of the leftover cake that the rest of them were eating for breakfast without batting an eye.

“You’re a single-income household, and you have two children already,” Ono says. “Would there be room for Satoru-kun to live comfortably in your apartment full-time? Please understand, as much as you would be willing to make it work out, these are the things I have to consider.”

She’s wearing the same slacks and blouse she was wearing last night, when she tumbled out of bed at midnight to deal with this nightmare, and clearly she hasn’t gotten any rest since.

But her voice is gentle and endlessly patient. She looks at Nishimura as though she would go a hundred more sleepless nights if that’s what it took to help him feel safe again.

Takashi finds himself relenting towards her. Anyone who can look at his friend like that isn’t a bad person.

Kitamoto shuffles in his seat, darting an anxious look at his parents. Next to him, Nishimura is staring down at his lap, twisting and untwisting the fidget tangle that Mana insistently presses into his hands every time she realizes he’s not already holding it. If he’s checked into the conversation at all, he doesn’t show it.

“Fine,” Kitamoto’s mother says in a very controlled tone of voice that gives away how dearly she would love to start snapping at people left and right, “then we’ll move back into our family house. There’s plenty of space there. Satoru and Atsushi used to share a bedroom when they were kids, but they can have their own rooms now.”

Ono lights up, as though happy to take this solution and run with it as far as it will take them, but as she starts sifting through the stack of paperwork in her lap, Nishimura says, “Wait, no.”

Takashi’s eyes jump to him, the way everyone else’s eyes probably do.

“You can’t move back to the house, Auntie,” Nishimura says, his tone stricken. “Uncle Hakaru has to be close to the hospital, that’s the whole reason you moved in the first place. You can’t just uproot your whole—your whole family because of me.”

“Satchan,” Kitamoto says, leaning towards him, “you are our family.”

But Nishimura’s expression is one Takashi is unfortunately familiar with. This is him digging his heels in.

He’s frowning, even though his lip is split and it probably hurts to frown. He’s clearly overwhelmed, emotionally exhausted, but this one thing is clear to him and he latches on. It’s the only thing he can care about right now, so of course he’s going to care about it.

And Takashi—he gets it. He understands, fundamentally, how it feels to be the one displacing someone’s carefully balanced life.

How much it hurts to be the reason things have to change.

How hard it is to carry that weight, day in and day out, of knowing that you ruined someone else’s home just because you don’t have one anymore.

“Um,” Takashi says, the first thing he’s said since Genta and Ono arrived. Everyone turns to look at him, and he wants to shrink beneath the attention, but he doesn’t.

He thinks of every single time he sat where Nishimura is sitting, those times when he had no one beside him and nowhere to go, and how often he’d wished he had someone—anyone—to speak up for him.

So he cobbles together courage and speaks up.

“My foster parents have a big house,” Takashi says, very slowly, very carefully, before this tentative bravery can desert him entirely. “And they like Nishimura a lot. I was supposed to call home this morning, anyway. So we could—ask them?”

#natsumeweek #natsume yuujinchou #natsume takashi #nishimura satoru #kitamoto atsushi #my writing #natsuyuu #natsuyuu fic #now that you dont have to be perfect #furthering my moomin agenda. this chapter title is from the song the author from the moominvally s1 ost #altho i listened to ready now by dodie the entire time i wrote this ngl #(also from moominvalley)

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It's Better When The Sun Goes Down — Nanami x Reader

This is a piece for the Anilysium Server NSFW Collab! Make sure to check the masterlist to see other writer's works! This month's prompt was: "I can't hold back anymore"

I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to one of my dearest and closest friends. I'm not a Nanami simp myself, but they are. And I have fun writing for Nanami, and also I love writing angsty things and flawed characters. Reg, I hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoy my more casual writing.

(it's pink bcs youre Chancho)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Mentions of breakup and heartbreak, alcohol and drug consuption, public sex, ghosting, lots and lots of angst. This does not have a happy ending. This is also non proof read bcs I kinda left it to the last minute I'm sorry, I'll go back and edit it when I am not in a rush dcj nd

Summary: Nanami’s return to the Sorcerer life wasn’t so bad. It could be better if Gojo wasn’t determined to get him back with his ex. As Nanami tries to get on good terms with them, things get out of control, only to end up where it all began.

I made this playlist while writing, in case you wanna listen to it while reading. Preferably listen to it without the shuffle, but you can hear it on shuffle, no biggie.

Nanami had forgotten how painfully unbearable Gojo could be. His return as a Sorcerer had been nothing out of the ordinary for a Sorcerer's standards. Missions here and there, or watching over some of Gojo's students. But God, he had surely stepped out of the line this time.

He couldn't even begin to explain how much he hated his current situation. Fighting by your side for the first time in years felt like rubbing hot oil on an open wound. The uncomfortable ignoring the elephant in the room between you two, as you two tracked and fought what felt like a million Curses.

When the adrenaline was at its peak, it felt almost nostalgic; though he'd then remembered everything else and immediately made his own reality bitter and awkward. Overshadowed by the advantage of years of experience ahead of him made him resent you even more. He knew it was childish and pointless to keep remembering everything that happened between you two, but that bittersweet memory would most likely keep him at bay.

You were still strong, witty, fearless, reckless and quick to act and defend yourself. The way you moved looked more swiftly and coordinated than you did back in your student days. Almost as if you were a professional dancer. He hated every bit of it. He couldn’t stop looking at you, thinking about you, and the possibilities of what you two would have become.

After the mission was over, no words were exchanged between you two. Aside from the: "Are you alright?" He told you as you simply gave him a thumbs up as you caught your breath drenched in sweat. An entire ride in an uncomfortable silence, until he reached the school and you got out of the car.

"Thanks. You did a great job. Keep it up" You said. Cold, and straight to the point. Closing his car door before he could reply. And soon, you were gone.

As Nanami tried to get his mind off the mission, Gojo made it difficult. He called him to ask for the details of the mission. He seemed amused and intrigued, as clearly you hadn't told him shit. And honestly, he could understand why. Gojo was meddling on things that weren’t his business, and things that had died a long time ago.

"Why are you interrogating me, Gojo?" He asked as he pressed hisnfingers on the bridge of his nose. "Ask your underling…"

"Because that jerk left for the bar as soon as they arrived" He explained. "And I know better than to annoy a drunk [Name], It took me a while but...I finally learned my lesson" He chuckled. “I knew they could hit hard, but damn, I had a big ass bruise…” Nanami could almost hear his stupid grin.

"You make it sound like it's a recurrent event" Nanami pointed out, slightly surprised as he didn't know you were a drinker.

"Oh, Nanami-kun, you really know nothing huh?" Gojo said, smiling widely as he had managed to manipulate Nanami into asking.

"Know what?" Nanami hissed as he now swore he could hear Nanami creepily grinning at his phone.

"No, nothing!” Gojo said as if it were nothing; trying and succeeding at peeking at Nanami’s curiosity “I'm not gonna talk over depressing things on the phone. Gotta go, bye! Kith kith, Kento-kun" Gojo sang and hung up, as he smirked, proud of his little mischief. He sighed deeply as he stretched in his bed. "Soon, those two will be back together" he smirked to himself.

Nanami hissed a curse under his breath as he locked his phone and threw it on his bed and went to the kitchen. If he had understood well, Gojo had just hinted at a possible drinking problem. He tried shaking his mind off of it. You couldn't, could you? You weren’t a drinker...You weren’t the last time he saw you. You were able to party and have fun without having to intoxicate yourself.

You were wild, cheerful, unpredictable. Everything he was not. And that’s what had made him fall in love with you back in your school days. You were so laid back, he could feel it permeating into him when you two hung out. The few times he’d broken rules was because you’d been the bad influence, however, you somehow managed to get away with it, and leave him with some distant memory in which he felt actually glad to be alive. He usually felt like he was walking on a cloud stuck in time, being present and enjoying the little things that made his everyday memories.

He’d really screwed up after breaking up with you...if he could call that a breakup... His life took a dramatic turn. And then, he turned his back to this world, and got immersed in the gray life the average man in Japan had. Away from what he's familiar with, away from his friends, away from you.

And now, apparently, you had a drinking habit. He wondered if he had caused it, or if he was one of the reasons behind it. The guilt started creeping in. The same guilt and regret he felt after ghosting on you. Not being able to bring himself to properly end things with you.

The guilt he’d managed to swipe under the rug for so many years creeped back out, and followed him around as the afternoon went by. After having a shower, changing into more comfortable clothes and in a lame attempt to cook dinner, he decided to test his luck. He put on a dark button down shirt and decided to go to the bar closest to the School. He felt the naive hope to find you there. However, if you had an actual problem, then his chances to see you there were higher.

Such was his surprise to find you there, trying to get rid of some insistent guy who kept talking to you despite your very obvious lack of interest. Before you could spot him, he watched you aggressively turn to the guy and talk to him in a rather rude tone. Sounding almost like a moody sailor as the guy’s face soon was washed with horror and disgust and walked away. As you turned your face back to your drink, your eyes scanned the bar, finally spotting him.

“Oh god” You whined as you pulled the glass to your lips. “It’s too early to be this drunk…” You hissed.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, pointing at the chair in front of you.

“Tell Gojo to go fuck himself…” You snapped at him as you stood up and stumbled your way to the bar asking for a refill. Nanami looked at you, feeling slightly sorry for your tipsy state, as he’d never seen you like that. And he knew being mad and drunk was never a good combination. As you turned around with your glass and made your way back to your table, you gave him a slightly repulsed smile. “You’re still here…”

“Gojo didn’t send me here, if that’s what you’re thinking” He replied.

“He might as well have manipulated you into doing so, has that crossed your mind?” You said with a sassy tone as you sat back down. “Why are you still standin’?”

Nanami took that as an invitation as he ignored your last comment, trying to refuse the idea that Gojo had manipulated him.

“Rough day, huh?” He said as you nodded and stared at your drink.

“Look, Kento. I’m glad that you’re back. I really am. You’re strong, and you’re smart…” You began. “But I’m gonna cut the chase, I’m kinda annoyed too. Ever since you got back, Gojo has been sticking his snobby nose into my business” You explained. “Many of the missions he sends you in, I’m supposed to be there as well, but manage to get busy by then and not go”

“So you’re actively avoiding me?”

“Yes” You replied bluntly. “Mostly because Gojo is trying very hard to bring us back together. But no, I learned my lesson the first time” You said taking a sip to your scotch, feeling it smoothly sliding down your throat, no longer feeling the burn from the alcohol.

“I haven’t apologized for that…” Nanami began.

“Don’t” You interrupted him. “It’s better this way”

“Are you sure? Because you still seem to have an issue with it…” Nanami said, managing to read you like an open book like he always did. He still had that ability.

You glared at him, angrily as you opened your mouth to snap back at him, but your mind was foggy and a big portion of your brain was focused on the little details surrounding him. His black shirt, the first buttons undone. His thick wrists, one of them hiding underneath a fancy looking watch, his blond hair pushed back, his sharp features...And god, his smell. The smell of his cologne luring you in like a fly to honey. Since any words made it to your mouth, your next step was to take another sip.

“You’re drinking too fast” He pointed out.

“None of your business” You said standing up and taking your wallet out and leaving a few bills on the tale. “I’m out” You said coldly and walked out of the bar.

Nanami sighed, frustrated that he hadn’t managed to get anything out of interaction. Aside from the pretty clear fact that you disliked him. However, he didn’t think of the possibility of you resenting him so much because you still had feelings for him.

As you walked out of the bar, the chilly wind hit the back of your neck, making you shiver. You cursed, knowing it was going to make you feel drunker faster. You made your way to the school with long steps, trying to make it to your dorm before your last drink made it to your head. Despite the cold wind, the hot tears in your eyes in a way kept your face warm. As you tried to keep yourself from crying, you heard steps behind you.

“Wait” You heard Nanami’s voice calling behind you as you stopped on command, against your own will. You swallowed the lump on your throat and managed to keep the tears still in your eyes, as you refused to look at

him. “At least let me walk you home. You can’t walk on your own like this…”

“Oh, so now you care?” You said turning around and looking at him, giving him a smug smile. “You’ve changed” You scoffed bitterly.

“Please” He said, knowing better than trying to argue with you.

Your stare on him softened, as something within you urged you to say yes. To have more time with Nanami and maybe cling to the bittersweet memories you were constantly reliving since his return.

“Fine” You said, very much to his surprise. He smiled and walked closer to you with the gentle smile that had been haunting your dreams as of lately.

“C’mon. My car is not far from here…”

You stopped coldly as he mentioned a car. Taking a second look at him, you wondered how much he’d changed. He’d become an adult through and through, hadn’t he? While you were still a mess...Or so you thought. To Nanami’s eyes, you were a far better sorcerer and warrior than him. And he envied you for it.

“Are you actually going to take me to the school?” You asked, suddenly growing suspicious of him, as you’d had plenty of experiences with strangers on the street and knew better than going into someone’s car in a drunken state.

Not that you didn’t trust Nanami. You didn’t trust yourself drunk.

“I was actually thinking of taking you somewhere for dinner and then to the school” He said.

“Not hungry”

“No, but you’re drunk. It’ll sober you up, and tomorrow morning you’ll thank me when you wake up without a hangover” He said as he walked towards his car.

“I don’t have any more money on me” You lied, looking for an excuse to avoid spending any more than necessary with him.

“I didn’t ask you if you have money” He said boldly as he managed to make you smirk for the first time since his return.

“Smooth, Nanami. You’ve grown” You said as you followed him.

The walk to his car felt like your chest burnt far more than the alcohol ever did. It felt bitter, it hurt and was nauseating. Was it really it, or was it the alcohol finally catching up with you? Like flashes of instant memories being erased from your memory, the drive to a restaurant felt like a poorly edited foreign film. The car felt like some intense themed park ride as you felt dizzy with the alcohol whispering everything you missed about him. It was gross and it was sickening.

The Ramen sign on the outside on itself managed to sober you up a little by taking your mind off Nanami. As you followed him, clumsily standing on your feet, you sat on one of the tables and tried to make sense of the dancing letters in the menu. More flashes of memories were taken off your head, as you wondered what was happening and how drunk were you for you to start blacking out.

“Not good…” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Nanami asked.

“No. Nothing”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m not”

“You’ll feel better in a bit. Don’t worry…” He said softly as he sipped from a soda you didn’t know he had. When had he ordered it? You looked in front of you to the nice surprise that you had one too despite not knowing how or when. “I ordered some ramen for you. Something spicy...It’ll sober you up faster”

You chuckled as you looked at him.

“And how do you know that?” You asked with a cheeky tone as he smiled softly.

“Went drinking a lot with friends from work” He said. “I learned a few things here and there”

More brief black outs kept lazily painting a rather miserable painting in your memory. As you ate your ramen, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Was it the hot spicy broth? In the beginning, the balck outs weren’t getting any less frequent, however, as the night went by, you found yourself sobering up like he said. Soon, the black outs were gone, however you were still somehow locked in a haze. Although it made sense. The amount of booze as well as the short time, it was going to take a lot more than just one hot bowl of spicy ramen to get you back to a sober state.

The conversation kept flowing comfortably as both of you ate. It was reminiscent of the old days, nostalgic and somehow morbid. As the both of you tried to grasp at the old days when your worries were limited to school work. Catching up like old friends who hadn't seen each other, as if you didn’t have hard feelings for each other.

After having finished your food, Nanami paid for both of your meals and went back out into the cold night. The sky black, stars hidden by the streetlights as you made it to his car and finally noticed the silver color in it.

As he drove back to the school, you noticed he took a small detour, instantly setting alarms in your head.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your voice considerably serious as he noticed the change in tone from the pleasant talk they were having in the restaurant.

“There’s somewhere I’d like to go…” He said as he briefly looked at you and gave you a tender smile.

That smile made your heart uncomfortably skip a beat as you hated the effect he still had on you. You didn’t dare to ask any further as you slowly recognized the route he was taking. As he slowly took one of the roads towards the edge of the city close to the coast line. He stopped in a rather deserted place, as he got off the road and stopped the car.

Despite the lack of light, aside from the few streetlights, you knew exactly where you were. A whole in your chest opened dramatically as you felt your eyes tear up and happy memories attached to the location flooded your mind.

“Kento…” You said chuckling bitterly.

“When I said I wanted to apologize, I meant it…” He said as you clenched your jaw and looked out your window, avoiding his stare.

“And I told you I didn’t want to talk about it…”

“You’re still upset about it, I get it. And I don’t blame you” He began as he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. “Look at me, please”

You wanted to say something to him. But you knew you would break down crying as soon as you opened your mouth. You took a deep breath and without saying anything you looked at him. His dark brown eyes gazing into yours, as he was looking at you with a rather pained stare.

“You remember this place, don’t you?” He asked.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you clicked your seatbelt, getting it off.

“I’m done” You said dryly as you opened the door and got out of the car.

“No, [Name]. Please, wait” He said as he mirrored your movements and excited the car walking around it.

“Of fuckign course I know where I am, Kento” You barked as you walked away approaching the door. “I know where I lost my fucking virginity, okay?” You barked as you stopped coldly and looked at him, tears finally streaming off your face. “Look, I’ll make us a favour and summarize this conversation. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole for just taking off one day and completely disappearing. Yes, I’m still mad about it. No, I won’t take your apology. No, I don’t care about whatever shitty excuse you have for me to listen to you. You bringing me here out of all places isn’t going to change shit…” You spat all in one breath as you stopped and took a deep breath.

“I loved you, Kento. I really did. And it hurt to have you just dissipate like you were a hallucination or something...You were my first kiss, my first love, my first everything! And one day I lost all of that. You ruined sex for me!” You yelled angrily. “I could never hold, kiss or sleep with anyone, because at some point I’d see your stupid face, and then be incredibly underwhelmed because I would not enjoy sex. I can’t feel anything anymore, Kento...The only way I can actually enjoy those things is by getting drunk or high” You admitted. “I can’t walk into bookstores, nor eat sandwiches or diet coke, nor drink tea because all those things remind me of you. And yes, it’s lame that all these years later I still care about those things. And this is why I can’t forgive you” You cried, as your voice shook.

Nanami’s heart broke little by little at each one of your words. He knew he’d screwed up and had hurt you deeply. But he wasn’t aware of the actual impact. He clenched his jaw as he felt his chest tight and a lump on his throat. Now the drinking problem made sense. Gojo had painted it like you were an alcoholic, but it wasn’t exactly the case. So you’d gone to the bar to get it off with some stranger, probably pretending it was him.

The dizzying pain and weight of his mistakes blinded him for a second as he walked towards you as you kept bitterly complaining. As you tried to walk away, you made a very poor effort as he caught up with you and cupped your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him and shutting you up by pressing his lips against you.

The sudden surprise made your heart stop. Your mind turning numb and blank at once as you struggled to bring yourself to push him away. However, truth be told, you didn't want to push him away. The poor attempt to push him away was more than obvious. The strong fighter you were, barely making any physical effort. Nanami's hands wrapped around your back and pulled you close, squeezing you against him as he sighed into the kiss.

Finally kissing him back, you locked your lips against his desperately, eager to taste the lips you've been dreading in your dreams. Clinging to him like he was going to disappear again, a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Your chest pressing against him as he felt his own world getting blurry.

He broke the kiss pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” He whispered as you clung to him.

“I-I…” You stuttered, the words tasting bitter before they even made it to your mouth. “Fuck, I want you, Kento” You growled as he pulled you in, kissing you hungrily again.

His hands posessively clinging to you as he slowly guided you back to the car. One step at the time as you both melted in a hungry sour kiss. As you ran out of breath, you pulled away, gasping for air as you gripped his collar in your hands.

“I can’t hold back anymore” You said as you pulled away and grabbed his hand, walking back to his car.

Your words unleashed a shiver down his spine as his heart skipped a beat and raced like crazy, as his pants started feeling tighter on his crotch. He chuckled softly as he realized his own judgement seemed to have disappeared with that first kiss. And before you could even make it to his car, he gripped your hips and spun you around as he bumped his forehead against yours.

“I can’t either” He admitted as he guided you to the car’s hood and pulled you over it. Ass you sat on the warm hood, he got between your legs and you wasted no time wrapping them around his waist. He grunted softly feeling your crotch against his as you pulled him closer to seal your lips together.

As you soon were absorbed by the dizziness of your rising heat, his hand went to your bare thighs as he slowly caressed your skin, going up and lifting your skirt up in the process. A soft moan slid into his mouth as he gripped your ass softly and squeezed it. The way your skin got covered in goosebumps and how you jerked your hips made him moan in response.

It felt good, and intoxicating. The driving desire burning his insides. The feeling of desiring to taste you all over and have you shaking underneath him. God, he’d missed that particular rush of adrenaline. His body reacting to the deeply buried memories now loose. He felt like he was in the best high he’d experienced. Lightheadedness and presence in the moment, he hadn’t felt this alive in so long.

Your hands were slowly undoing his buttoned shirt and were quick to explore his warm skin. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping as he looked at you. Your devilish smile matching your hungry stare. You leaned forward kissing his neck, nibbling on his skin every now and then. His hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling it lightly, making you look up at him as he stared at you.

He leaned forward, kissing you once more, this time a lot more slow and a lot more tender. It was sweet and it was slow and it took you by surprise. You felt his sweet kiss begging you, still holding on to the feelings you both decided to drown unsuccessfully. It almost hurt. It was the kind of kiss that told you how much you missed and needed each other. How much you regretted the mistakes you’ve done.

As you melted against his lips, his hands slowly slid your panties off. You helped him lifting your hips a little but as you giggled against his lips.

“Eager?” You said with a playful smirk.

“You have no idea” He replied as he took off your panties and shoved them in his back pocket.

His hand made it back to your thigh, slowly going up until he palmed your hot sex. Stealing a gasp out of your mouth, he teasingly ran one of his fingers through your dripping slit, making him smile satisfied.

“I’m not the only one, huh?” He said as you looked at him with lustful eyes.

You took his glasses off and set them aside. You were about to go back to kissing his neck when he slid one finger inside of you effortlessly. A rather loud moan escaped your lips as you shut your eyes closed feeling your entire body tingle in a way you hadn’t felt in years. You smiled satisfied as you continued kissing his neck. Slowly, he got another finger inside. The delicious stretch of his second finger prompting you to bite his neck softly making him growl your name softly. His fingers explored the whole he knew so well, as he found your sweet spot almost by muscle memory. More moans came out of your throat sounding like music to his ears.

“Fuck, Kento” You hissed as you took off your top, not caring that you were outdoors and by the road. Up to this point, you were so pent up, you simply craved him like you’d never craved anything before.

Nanami wasted no time and kissed your neck, going down to your neck, gently biting your skin every now and then. Sucking delicately on your skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t last long. He pulle dhis fingers out of you, clinging to your body desperately. As you laid on the car’s hood, you devoured him with your lustful eyes, begging him to get on top of you. Wearing just your skirt by this point, Nanami groaned at the plain sight of you.

He undid his belt and his pants. Your hands playfully teasing your own body in an attempt to drive him crazier and crazier. He cursed under his breath as he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled his painfully hard erection out of his pants. You watched hi, intrigued, stretching your hands towards him, gently gripping his dick. His breath hitched and you smiled proudly.

Nanami leaned over the car hood, slowly getting on top of you, his shaft resting on your belly as he looked at how much deep could he go inside of you. His tip almost reaching you belly button, as the idea alone made a shiver run down his spine.

"Please, Kento" you gasped, need dripping from your voice as you caressed his dick

He growled softly as he pulled away softly, aligning against your entrance and slowly going in. You gasped, pushing your head back and pressing your hips against his making him go deeper.

Hissing your name, he jerked his hips, his tip.kissing your cervix as sudden rush of pain jolted through your body, followed by pleasure. You dug your nails in his shoulders as he thrusted back and forth, hitting all the right spots. The sound of his gasps and grunts hypnotizing as you got wetter by the second. His length coated in your juices, echoing in lewd wet noises.

He was rough. He usually was. Back in student days, he was particularly rough. As quiet and collected as he seemed, he sure got his stress out if his body through wild sex.

Relentlessly pushing against you, stretching you in such a delicious way only he knew how. Strong and aggressive movements as your walls swallowed him whole every time, breathless moans escaping your lips with every push. The cool wind kissing your skin, only enhancing his warmth.

As you felt your orgasm progressively approaching, the realization of how addicted you were to him hit you. He was everything you desired. And it was wrong. Before the feeling of uneasiness started to sink in, a sudden electric rush ran through your body. Painfully and soothing, as you tightly clenched around himbsoon numbed your mind.

As you came around him, your walls sucked him in tightly, as he was right over the brink, your velvet flesh pushed him off the edge. He didn't have time to pull out. And honestly, he didn't want to pull out. The way your walls milked him felt delicious. As he rode you through your orgasm, filling you up as his head felt dizzy and the world was spinning faster than usual. His hot seed coating your insides, as you shut your eyes closed, feeling the very last of your orgasm fading away.

He pressed his forehead against yours. Loud pants echoing.

However, the world didn't quite return to its regular focus.

The rest of the night went by in a fuzzy hot mess of events. You returned to his apartment and kept feasting on each other, making up for the lost time. Both of you incredibly starved and needy, you desperately went at it over and over again. It was a rather long night. As you feared, no one made you feel as he did. All of him was addicting. His smell, his voice, his warmth, his skin...It didn’t matter how many strangers you fucked, or how drunk or high you were, he felt just right. He made you cum so easily, it seemed ridiculous everyone else couldn’t.

But you knew it was far more than that.

You were still deeply in love with him. No wonder why he had that effect on you. Just hearing his breathlessly gasp was enough to have you soaking wet and under his mercy. Between sweet kisses, fake promises and sweaty sex, he quite literally fucked you to oblivion. Until either of you could take it any longer and you two fell asleep in each other’s arms. It had been a long tiring night, as you knew many of your muscles were gonna be sore the next day. Your chest painted in red and blue bruises.

It was possibly one of the best night sleeps he’d had. In such a long time. The uncomfortable hole in his chest didn’t feel so wide now. Just like you, he didn’t know how much he actually needed you until now. His regrets, his guilt, the thoughts haunting him on how much of a jerk he’d been when he simply took off...All those feelings went away for a night. As he tasted the wonders of the universe under your skin. Feeling ecstatic and euphoric for the first time in years. However, nothing could’ve prepared Nanami for what he was about to experience when he woke up.

“What the hell is this?” Gojo asked as he waved around the folder you’d left a few hours earlier in the Headmaster’s office.

“Why the fuck do you care?” You said as you grabbed it, ripping it off his hands.

“You’re seriously leaving for Kyoto?” He whined.

“So my transfer was accepted? Great!” You said sarcastically as you opened the folder and saw the Headmaster’s seal at the bottom.

“What about Nanami-kun?” Gojo replied as the very last string of your patience snapped.

“Oh, fuck you, Gojo! You tried to force us back together, but it’s not going to happen” You snapped. “I’m done. I’m done with him, and I’m done with you sticking your nose in my business”

“Do you really think that running away will solve anything? You’ll still be depressed as hell”

“The less I know about him, the better” You said as you turned around, hot tears blurring your sight as you headed with long steps towards your room. “I don’t trust myself around him…” You whispered. “He’s my weakness Gojo, I can’t let that happen…” You said coldly.

You’d left that morning very early, before Nanami woke up. And you left leaving no trace of you ever being there. Unintentionally doing the same he did. It was unintentional because you hadn’t done it out of spite. Your thought process had been simply. You preferred to not have that conversation and simply leave without him noticing. You had had the exact same thought process Nanami had had all those years ago.

You didn’t waste time and soon started packing your things to leave for Kyoto right away.

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dameronology · 3 years

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cold coffee in the morning {poe dameron}

summary: aka the one where you and poe can't seem to work out your commitment issues, and also the one where c3po is the unsung hero (based loosely on the song by ed sheeran)

warnings: language, brief innuendos

enjoy! idk why i'm writing this at 3am but we mooooove

- jazz xx

Poe Dameron had never needed another person before - then he met you, and the idea of ever existing as an independent being for the rest of his living years had suddenly seemed like the most unappealing thing since Luke Skywalker's blue-milk cheesecake. The way you'd whirlwhinded into his life with your gorgeous smile and contagious laugh had knocked the usually-suave pilot completely and utterly onto the floor. Bruised ass aside, he wasn't mad about it. He was happy to have you in his life in whatever way you'd let him.

And what way that was exactly, he didn't know.

You were friends; close, close friends. Bonded for life through your shared goofy humour and seemingly-endless banter. Then you did things that friends didn't normally do - at least not in Poe's experience - and you would act like it was nothing. As if your nights spent together and the whispers you lost between the sheets meant as much to you as the things you did for your other friends, like stopping Finn from tripping on his shoe laces or picking up R2-D2 when he toppled over. It was as though every-time you crossed that line, you immediately regretted it; then, a few days later, you'd decide that you missed Poe, and you'd repeat the same mistake again and again, like you were trapped in a time loop of love and pain.

The feeling would stay with Poe for days; your hands tangled in his hair, his skin against yours, laughter rippling through clashing teeth and soft lips. The way you fell beside each other, sharing highs and secrets and inside jokes; the way you would reference one of your late night talks in shared conversations with friends, and his brown eyes would flick to the ground, cheeks burning red at the fact you'd remembered. It made his heart-rate pick up and palms sweaty.

And sometimes, just sometimes, it would make up for the way you'd leave in the morning; the way he'd arise to find a you-size hole in his bed and heart, and a cup of half-finished caff on the side. With his brain tinged with the remains of a hangover from the previous night, he'd pour the cold beverage down the sink and go about his day.

Poe did manage to catch you one morning; he'd purposely set his alarm so that he would stir earlier than you and rest assured, you were still dead to the world when he came around. The sun outside was still rising, the sky a dull pink-and-blue, the day fresh with hope and brimming with potential for heartbreak. It felt unnatural to see you quiet and peaceful, and not running your mouth and poking fun at anyone who would listen. There was a reason that C3PO avoided you like the plague - it wasn't his fault he was an easy target.

"You watching me sleep, creep?" You murmured.

"Just enjoying the view." Poe replied. He rolled over, crossing his arms behind his head. "You're usually gone by the time I'm awake."

You peeled one eye open, your one-eyed glare enough to send a shiver down his spine. "Don't be passive aggressive, Poe. Just say it."

"Isn't it a little early to be so feisty?"

"Isn't it a little early to make back-handed comments?" You shot back.

"Sorry. I was trying to find a way to bring up such a touchy subject."

You reached across to squeeze his check. "And you did a great job, curly."

"Alright, that's enough of that." He swatted your hand away. "I did want to talk to you about it, though."

"What is there to talk about?" You sat up, brow furrowing.

"You're confusing." Poe began. "During the day, we're friends. At night, you can't keep your hands off of me."

"It's kind of sexy and mysterious." You tried to joke.

"Sexy and mysterious is tiring."

"Sexy and mysterious is also late for work." You quipped.

You rolled out of bed, reaching for your strewn clothes. Without thinking, you pulled one of Poe's shirts over your head, grabbing your boots and socks. So many of his clothes had just snuck their way into your wardrobe - all of your friends had noticed it, but none of them commented on it. Everybody knew that there was something going on between you, but they were wise enough than to point it out. There had been one new guy who tried to ask, but he'd quickly been shut down.

"I'll see you tonight?" You asked, tugging on Poe's your jacket.

His brown eyes lingered on the floor for a moment, before flicking towards you, holding your gaze in a chokehold. "I don't think we should do this again."

You wavered for a moment, a wave of guilt clouding your judgement for a moment. This had never been about feelings - at least not for you. It had just a bit of fun; a bit of fooling around with a hot pilot. You hadn't meant to get in so deep, or get to a point where you were dismissing his feelings in favour of your own. It was more of a survival instinct than anything - breaking his heart to save your own.

That was it: lack of trust, presence of fear. All things that stopped you taking the full plunge, simply for the worry of letting him hurt you - or worst, you hurting him. Maybe it was a little late to start worrying about the latter. That ship had sailed a long time ago. Maybe it had sunk too.

"Poe-" you began, before pausing. "I have a lot going on in my life. I just don't have room for anything real right now."

"I thought the same." He was still staring right at you. "So I made room."

"It's not that simple." You reminded him. "It's not like...decluttering a room. I can't just Marie Kondo that shit and declare my love for you."

Poe froze at the mention of the L-word. It had been an elephant in the room for a long, long time - but it was outdone by the presence of bigger elephants. Like the ongoing war, and the fact that mortality had never seemed so fucking relevant. It was something you wanted to put a pin in for later, but later wasn't something that was guaranteed these days.

"Fine." He shrugged. "Good talk."

The guilt weighed on your brain for days, like a lead hat made of bullshit and regret.

You hadn't realised how much of a hole Poe Dameron left in your life until he was gone -- it was massive, like someone had broken into your home and ripped out two of the walls during a harsh winter storm. Everything felt a little colder and more confusing, and the amount of times you'd had to resist temptation to find him and beg for forgiveness was astounding.

The only reason you hadn't done so was because you knew what you would have to do. Give into your feelings, and let yourself become fully and entirely his. Let him into your life and into your heart. All the bullshit you'd spewed about not having room had been just that: bullshit. You didn't need to make room for him in your heart when he, entirely and wholly, was your heart. And he'd taken a little bit of it with him when he walked away - well, when you'd walked away.

Is this how it felt to be the villain?

"Is everything okay, master?" The sound of your favourite droid brought you back to the present. "You're being uncharacteristically quiet. On average, you've usually said 356 words by 9AM."

"You keep count?" You glanced up from your paperwork, eyebrow quirked. "I'm fine. Just tired."

"Eight of ten times that you've said that, you haven't been fine-"

"- just give it a rest, Threepio." You cut him off. "Please?"

"If there's anything I can help with, let me know." He replied. "A droid's logic can be surprisingly helpful."

"I'm fine but thank-" you stopped in your tracks, pondering for a moment.

Logic. That was certainly something you lacked - the part of your brain that was supposed to be rational was too busy thinking about hot pilots.

"Master?"

"Sorry." You blinked. "Maybe I'll have your input on something."

"Please, go on."

"I love someone and he loves me." You said. "It's just very complicated."

"If a problem can be reduced down to seven words, I would not class that as a problem." Threepio said. "I would say a problem is at least thirty words or more."

You thinned your eyes at him. "What are you saying, goldilocks?"

"Perhaps, your problem is only a problem because you think it is." He replied. "When you lay things out and look at them logically, it can make more sense."

"Logic isn't my strong-point. You know that better than anyone."

"You love Master Dameron and he loves you-"

"- I never mentioned names."

"My apologies." Threepio said. "I was simply reading the room."

"Right."

"Remove your emotions, and those are the facts." He continued.

It was bad enough when Poe was right, but it was even worse when C3PO was. But, for all his theatrics and whining, he was right. Decisions made with logic rather than emotion always had a better outcome. It was plain and simple: you and Poe loved one another. Everything else - your fear and his dismissiveness and your collective confusion - only existed because you let it. But your feelings for each other? That was something you couldn't help.

"Right - thanks." You murmured. "I'll be right back."

You quickly stood up, tossing aside your datapad and immediately exiting the room. The base was small, and Poe was never that far away, even when the room was on the furthest side of the base. It was also your favourite place in the entire camp; it was covered in photos of you and him and your friends, and it was always warm. The mixture of sentimental clutter and little knick-knacks, paired with the gentle smell of his aftershave clinging to the sheets and clothes scattered around, made it feel like an actual home.

You didn't bother knocking - that formality had gone out the window long ago. Instead, you took a deep breath and gently opened the door. There was no certainty that he would even be in - you could only hope. The chances of him being anywhere else were pretty slim.

They'd worked in your favour today, because Poe was stood by his coffee machine, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wild and curly and there were still drops of water on his back.

He turned around when he saw you, brow furrowing. Mostly because he had never seen you so breathless and sweaty, but also because he hadn't expected you to ever talk to him again. He'd always known you to stick by your decisions - he normally admired your stubbornness, but as of recent, it had been fucking exhausting.

"Hi-"

"- I love you." You suddenly blurted. "Hi."

"I-" Poe paused, putting down his coffee. "What?"

"I love you. More than anything in the world, ever." You shrugged. "That terrifies me, but I can deal with fear."

"You can. You're pretty bad-ass." He casually nodded.

"Right." You smiled. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say that."

"Hey, it's okay." He gently smiled. "Come here."

You met half way across the room, bodies colliding in a tight hug. His warm, post-shower skin felt like heaven against yours, large hands dragging up and down your back. He consumed everyone one of your senses at once, but mostly, he consumed your ability to think. Your brain was so over-loaded with feelings that the rest of it completely broke down and malfunctioned - kind of like the time you spilt coffee on BB-8.

"I love you too, by the way." Poe gently murmured. You let out a small chuckle.

"I know." You smiled.

"What made you say it now?"

"Threepio said something about logic." You muttered. "The only logical thing for two people who love each other to do is be together, right?"

"I mean, I can think of other things-"

"- Poe!" You whacked his shoulder.

It was though you had untangled your feelings, and the only thing left was a line that went straight from him to you.

"You're right." Poe said. "Thank you for realising it."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you for being patient."

"It's worth it." He couldn't help but grin. "Do you want some caff? It's still warm."

tags: @anetteaneta @poestardust @marvelinsanity

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solomonish · 4 years

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longtime listener (solomon x reader)

“Hi, uh, I’m a longtime listener, first time caller. Is it just me, or are we two halves of the same soul?”

It felt like the late night talk show was made for you specifically….and you know what? Maybe it was.

ao3 link: here!

3 a.m. It was 3 a.m. in this nowhere town of yours, the summer crickets screaming loud enough to become a steady thrum in the back of your mind. This insomniac routine had gone on long enough that your bedroom light was not off. You had gone past the empty attempts at counting sheep, spent countless hours relaxing your muscles from head to toe, everything. The orange bottle of melatonin mocked you each time you opened your medicine cabinet, half-full of pills that didn’t do a damn thing for you. Now, surrounded entirely by trees and the sounds of nature keeping you company, you had taken to merely entertaining yourself in the hours of the night when you should be asleep.

If idle hands bored you in the daylight, it was even worse at night. The cover of darkness seemed to bring with it a blanket over your mind, insulating your thoughts with slowly creeping dread and loneliness the longer you allowed yourself to stew. Scattered across your house were projects in varying degrees of completion: a crochet granny square half-completed, a needle still stuck in a loop lying on the small table beside your couch. Sad as it is, it is still better off than the elephant who’s box was opened and instructions spread out, but too indecipherable to a novice like you. On your desk lay scattered coloring book pages and paint-by-numbers, even an adhesive jewel coloring activity that was far too expensive for the one page, delivered by a man who’s baseball hat brim never revealed his face. It was the first unfamiliar face you had seen in a while, even though you technically hadn’t seen it at all.

A small stack of books that you tried to read stared at you from your dresser, begging you to open them again as if the words wouldn’t blur together immediately. Beside them sat your radio, an old thing that you hadn’t touched in years before your sleepless nights came to plague you. Most of the time, static veiled the music that you expected to be playing, even though you could catch slivers of familiar lyrics between the fuzzy noises. The only station you could seem to get was a talk show.

Unlike other radio shows you had heard, this one was uninterrupted by music or, like the other stations, static. There were no guests either, as all you ever heard was one voice. It was a calm voice with a playful lilt, neither too deep nor too high. To you, it was the kind of voice that seemed to pull you in a trance, as if it knew exactly which senses to numb until you were pliable to the way the sound crashed into you. If you hadn’t been having these sleepless bouts, you could probably fall asleep to his voice.

The topic of the show was lost on you. Sometimes, if you listened real close, you could hear the man talk about old urban legends or strange, magical creatures. Other times, he was murmuring about spells and recommending potion recipes. More often than not, though, you spent your time in a stupor, not listening to the yarns he was spinning. Instead, it was as if his voice pulled your spirit out of your body and led you down a path of memories lost to time.

Such an idea seemed scary, but...it was comforting, honestly, and maybe the little bit of rest you needed to prevent your body from crashing throughout the day.

With the voice in the backdrop, you found yourself going on wild adventures you felt like you lived but could not actually remember. Sometimes, you found yourself on the edge of a rocky outcrop on the coast, stormy clouds above warning you to turn away from the ocean as the ebb of the tide beckoned you closer. You could feel the salt in the wind brushing against your mist-soaked cheeks, your hair limp and wet but still blowing wildly around you. Others, you could feel the thick moss sink under your weight as you traipsed through a nameless bog, searching for a vivid, unnaturally colored mushroom you knew you had seen before but could not name. You could even see, on occasion, a dark land lit by multi-colored lanterns, a decrepit manor filled with seven rambunctious figures you thought you remembered fondly.

Then, just before the sun started to peer above the horizon, you were brought back to your body and the voice signed off, almost affectionately. The room around you, bathed in the light purple of an early dawn, almost seemed to shimmer until the sun broke the spell.

It was baffling, but you couldn’t exactly share the experience with anyone without them thinking that you were crazy. Besides, it all seemed too intimate to share, and the selfish part of you thought it’d be best to keep these moments tucked away.

As you settled in the swivel chair with the radio static in the background, aimlessly fiddling with the threads on your old shirt, you began to feel nerves bundling in your stomach. Though you couldn’t quite explain why, it seemed as if something was about to change. You eyed the radio nervously, listening to the static that would soon give way to the voice.

After a few more nerve-wracking moments, the static subsided and the relaxing, smooth voice started to poke through. There was no introduction music and he was starting to come through mid-sentence, but you already leaned back, convinced that whatever he was saying was true. The two of you were on the same wavelength, after all.

He droned on for longer than you remembered him taking, and you remain - frustratingly enough - with your body and painfully aware of the world around you. You can actually hear what he’s talking about - something about coincidences, fate, reincarnation - the stuff of a pre-teen branching into philosophical thought. You can feel your interest waning, and you even debate turning the channel and slipping back into your old attempts at falling asleep when he says something of interest.

“...and if it’s alright with you, I’ll open the line for any callers. I’ll wait for you. Whenever you’re ready.”

You froze. What? That wasn’t how this type of show was supposed to go. You had never heard him even speak about anybody else specifically, let along open up his world to anybody who was listening. The thought scared you in a weird way, the kind of fear that you were sure should only be felt in prehistoric times, an almost primal fear of invasion.

Reaching beside you, you grabbed your phone and dialed. You didn’t remember him saying the number to call, but you already knew it. You must have, because before you know it, you’re bringing the phone up to your ear.

For just a moment, as the phone in your ear rings but nothing changes on the radio.Like a child whose schoolyard crush just rejected them, you feel like a fool - until you hear a click, and the voice that greets you matches the one you’ve been listening to for endless nights.

Your voice doesn’t come through on the radio, a fact that both relieves and confuses you. Faintly, you can tell that your heart rate has picked up and your breathing has gotten shallower. The nerves from a few minutes ago pick up again. Gracelessly, you manage to stammer out a nervous, “H-hi…” while your brain catches up with the rest of your body.

“Hello, MC,” he responds, his smooth voice erasing all the bumps in your own introduction. You wonder how he knows your name, but decide to focus on how nice it sounds on his tongue. “What is it that you wish to learn tonight?”

That you’re talking to me. Me, and only me, is what your brain wants to say. Istead, your eyes dart around the room for a less...needy response. “I, uh- gosh, this is embarrassing, but I don’t think I caught your name.”

He hummed. You couldn’t tell if you were hearing his voice over the radio or the phone, but you could only hear him once - the rest of the world had been turned down to silence. “Perhaps you haven’t, in this life.”

In this life. For a moment, you swore you could see a familiar smirk in the darkest corner of your mind, one slim finger pressed against sly lips in a gesture to keep your secrets to yourself. Your face felt warmer than it had ever been, but your chest felt hollow, like you were grasping vaguely for something just out of reach.

“I didn’t mean to forget, Solomon.” The name felt right leaving your mouth, and now that you had said it, you wanted to repeat it over and over. On the other end of the line, Solomon seemed as pleased as you did.

“As long as you remember now.”

Honestly, what were you to say to that? Simply talking, really talking to Solomon had your breath robbed from your lungs. If you looked down, you could see your hands shaking, and you worried your voice might start trembling if you spoke too soon. The longer you let the silence linger, the colder you felt inside, an empty chill filling the space where something you briefly realized was torn from you should be. Whatever it was, talking to Solomon thawed you out, and you feared hanging up on him now would freeze you solid.

So you swallowed thickly and hesitantly spoke. “Do you ever dream about the ocean, Solomon?” You just wanted to say his name again.

“Who says those are dreams? Maybe they’re memories.” And surely he was right, because there was no way a simple dream could leave such a potent taste of salt in your mouth.

The way he spoke to you felt so familiar, almost safe and welcoming. Even if your conversation was only just beginning, you had the distinct sensation that you were picking up where you left off with an old companion, falling into an easy rhythm you used to find solace in. At the same time, you couldn’t shake the fact that you knew nothing about Solomon, and that this phone call was telling you that tonight was his last broadcast.

“Do you have memories of the ocean?” Your voice was breathy, and you had to catch yourself just before reciting his name a third time. What was your fascination with it? Perhaps you were trying to call out to him, to keep his attention on you. Maybe you were hoping to summon him back to you. You supposed it didn’t matter in the end, anyway.

“Yes. Not all of them are fond, though. Some parts are.”

You could practically see the way his mouth turned down at the corners, a practiced display of displeasure. He always managed to express himself without giving away too much information - he was the type of person where you knew he was upset, but you could never begin to fathom why. That’s what everyone else thought, but you were the exception. You could watch his face fall and know what he was thinking. You would be the one to lift his spirits again, once upon a time. That, you remembered. Could you ever forget?

The silence that stretched between you didn’t feel like something that needed filled. It was a language all its own, a space where you could hear the other speak without anything being said. This, you realized, is what it felt like to be so perfectly in tune with someone, to understand them completely, better than you knew yourself.

But how could you know Solomon so intimately when this was your first time speaking to him?

No...no, it wasn’t. You’ve known Solomon for longer than you’ve been alive.

“Which memories are fond?”

He didn’t answer the question. He didn’t need to. He was thinking of you in lifetimes you just learned had already come to pass.

“Are you still on air?” You asked, your voice soft and uneven. As if awaiting horrible, surprising news, you brought your free hand to your mouth and bated your breath. The world around you had come to a standstill as you awaited his answer - even turning yourself mindlessly in your chair seemed wrong, but you couldn’t force yourself to reach out with your foot and stop.

The chuckle you received was rich, velvety, and it sounded much closer and clearer than a man talking to you through a phone. “Who’s to say I was ever on air to begin with?”

Your face warmed, and you gasped. Despite the ominous words, something in your chest told you that you could trust him, that this was meant to be. All at once, the sounds of the world came back to you. The crickets were chirping, the katydids screaming, frogs calling out to one another in their summer song. From a distance away, a sudden low rumble sounded as something made impact with the ground, sending a light shockwave that shook the old branches above you and sent exhilarating chills down your spine. A shocking cloud of purple light, glimmering like all the stars in the galaxy came down to visit you, caught your attention through your window. You should be scared. You really should be, but you weren’t. You felt like the late-night bus just arrived to take you home.

Once you were out of your trance, you brought the phone back to your ear. The line had been quiet since you started asking your questions, but you could tell Solomon was still there. You didn’t need to tell him that you were back - he already knew.

“Why…?” You had no idea what you were asking about, but you did so with a hint of anticipation in your voice. This was the moment you had been waiting for all your life, but you only just realized you’d been waiting. His answer made your heart flip the way it used to.

“I was merely looking for you, my love.”

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jadienjaystoriesandart · 3 years

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A good tip to any type of writing is to know your characters and be willing to explore them in all angles. Understanding that none of them of shiny examples of perfect, but they can get to some deplorable levels of evil. It all comes down to how much of their morals are you willing to have their break, and how deep their need for something goes. Basically, we are not capable of being perfect, but we are very capable of doing some horrible things.

However I’ve noticed in this fandom, which consists of the demographic between the age of 13 to 25, people either put their characters above others, or fail to see their flaws. And believe me, I’ve gotten into plenty of disagreements about my thoughts on the Dream SMP characters. Which isn’t a bad thing, I love to discuss with something so radically different then me in views. Because they bring up great points I don’t consider.

Considering I’ve had a few ask me about my thoughts on them, I’m going to give you a very unbiased standpoint on with what has happened. Keep in mind my personal thoughts might leak in here and there, but I won’t be letting my experiences cloud my judgment. This is going to be very cold hard facts.

But what I will say is, no, C!Dream Apologists and C!Tommy Apologists, I don’t think you will be happy with this.

Now that that warning is out of the way with, I’ll tackle the first elephant in the room. C!Dream.

Writing a redeemed character is not an easy task, especially with what they have done in the past. And considering the levels of harmful and hurtful things they’ve done, can make it even harder to redeem them. But a good rule of thumb for any type of writing is you must first have your character feel remorse for their actions.

To start a characters path to being better, they must first be willing to see what they did was not right. Remorse is an emotion expressed in knowing and seeing your actions were not ideal, and did harm others around you. The next step is for said character to start actively seeking ways to better themselves, and make right what they’ve done wrong. After that comes the character climb to be seen as redeemed in the eyes of others they’ve harmed.

Keeping in mind that no, they are not owed an apology, and not everyone has to forgive them. But for them to grow as a character and realize this, but still opt to be a better person. If just to prove others wrong that they aren’t going to fall back into harmful and evil ways.

C!Dream, sadly, has not even taken the first step to be considered a redeemed character. If anything, he’s gone the opposite way entirely. As, when he first got out prison, he did in fact start tormenting Tommy. If not as soon as he got out, the very next day. As stated, the first step is to show remorse, if your character does no show remorse, then they are not on the path to redemption. And I mean remorse for all the actions they’ve done to harm others around them. Regardless if they agree with them or not, you don’t kill or torment someone just because you disagree with their stance on things.

My thoughts on C!Dream is that he’s not steering to redemption, but rather steering to pure Obsession Stalker. if you’ve read up on stalkers or had one yourself, you’ll know what I mean. It’s the point where the stalker starts to see their target, their obsession, as an object that only they can have. Everything revolves around this person, and they have to have this person or else they might go crazy.

This would start to explain why C!Dream is making so many mistakes, such as leaving the sign at Phil’s house for him to find. To even the hole he had Tommy fall into. At this stage, their stalker starts to see themselves as invincible, that they are above laws, rules, and other things. With Dream’s obvious God Complex, he already see himself as above the Gods themselves. And, contrary to how media portrays stalkers, they aren’t always around 24/7. I don’t think C!Dream is always there, and that some of it is Tommy’s paranoia. But that is exactly with Dream wants for Tommy, wants him to delve into complete paranoia and fear, so that the near thought of him sends Tommy into a spiral.

C!Dream is an interesting person, prison has done nothing to help his mindset, and why would it? No sunlight can lead to bouts of depression and little to no real sleep, and torture can crack the mind so badly that it leaves a person highly unstable. It’s clear he’s ready to go even farther than before and honestly I’m very excited for what he’ll be doing next. This man is not okay, and it’s clear he doesn’t want help.

Remember what was taught to you about people who aren’t doing okay? or might need to be in the hospital? If the person does not want the help, then the help isn’t going to work.

You can’t expect C!Dream to just go along with any form of therapy or healing if he doesn’t want it. It will have no effect. It’s why then C!Tommy actually went to Puffy for therapy it was a big deal, it meant he wanted help and was asking for it, up until then he didn’t want it. And for any person in that situation, it’s a big deal.

And this brings me to C!Tommy.

I won’t sugar coat it guys, what Tommy went through is down right not okay, nor is it acceptable to blame him for the problems brought onto him by Dream’s character.

That being said, another tool to writing is a character’s motivations and what drives them. And I’d say C!Tommy is a good example as to what happens when objects and nationalism cloud the mind. We all give worth to things, be it after a person dies or when something means something to us. We give it to a flag, a country, a sports group, and even to items in our every day lives.

But more often than not I hear people say you shouldn’t let these items devalue the worth of the memories it gives you. Because objects fall apart, they stop working, and sometimes they might become lost. I hear people also speak about how, in America, nationalism has become a problem. People failing to see their national has flaws that are in need of fixing, that it isn’t perfect, and failing to see anything beyond it’s ‘shiny’ reputation.

What does this have to do with C!Tommy? Everything actually.

Starting with L’manburge, which wasn’t a shiny nation either, it had it’s flaws. it was a concept and idea that was great on paper, but so are is every country out there. It was founded in a great idea of community and freedom. But the people who were suppose to create this did not do a good job at it. Sad to say this is quiet common. A person can make or break something, they help create the history and legacy of a place.

it’s why we don’t, in real life, hold any nation to the standers we do in fiction. We know nations around the world, countries around the world, have done some rather horrible things. And we are not blind to this. Nor should we be blind to the fact that, yes, Tubbo did in fact try to execute Techno without a trial, which was against L’manburge’s principles and laws. And yes, Wilbur did found the nation based upon a drug van on land he claimed.

L’manburge was not perfect, but it was indeed a home to people. This should be why Doomsday was a horrible thing. Because it was places people took root in, and would be considered an act of terrorism. However looking back on it through rose tinted glasses should not be the goal either. And why Tubbo saying L’manburge gave him worth should be seen as a sad thing, that Tubbo sees his worth from a place and idea, rather than in the fact he’s married with a kid.

C!Tommy shows this the most, as he believed the most in L’manburge. But, unlike Tubbo, who still sees his worth in the nation that is no more. Tommy is starting to see his worth is in something more, and thus is why I think he forgave Phil for Doomsday. He no longer needs L’manburge to give value to himself, but can still remember that it was his home.

C!Tommy also shows us the problem with putting value into objects. As stated, this objects can be destroyed, can be broken, and can go missing. And it honestly worries me how people fail to see this. When one says ‘The disc don’t matter’ they don’t, they are what Tommy puts into them. And though they hold strong memories, he can easily write down these memories, he doesn’t need the object to remind him of them.

And this is where I go into C!Phil

While his methods of teaching a lesson are unorthodox and a bit grimace worthy, he does hold a good point.

Though you can replace an object any day, you can’t replace the value of a mortal life. Because when that person dies, they are gone forever, and they can’t be replace ever in your life.

When someone you love dies, you crackled that mirror, and those cracks will stay even after you’ve put them back in place.

C!Phils possible immortal life have made him a little cold to the fact others still have yet to learn this. And it’s a very heavy ‘Tough Love’ situation, which not everyone responds to well. But there is a clear distinction between him and C!Dream’s methods. Where C!Dream would burn Tommy’s things, and not tell him why other that he needs to ‘learn’ C!Phil outright told Tommy why these items should hold no value, he’s not telling Tommy to completely give up attachments, he’s telling him to stop seeing objects as above people. Dream expected Tommy to give up all attachments, save to only him, and expected Tommy to make things after to burn. Phil does not seem to expect his, he’s not asking Tommy to burn everything he has, that would be counter productive to his health. He’s telling Tommy the Gapple holds nothing compared to the person who gave it to him.

Which now brings me to C!Techno

I’ve made my thoughts clear in the past, from a writers standpoint, he’s not a well written character by any stretch of the word. But, as of with the new lore, it’s good to see that CC!Techno is starting to take an active role in this fault. And starting to show C!Techno’s response to when someone he cares for dies.

Now thoughts on the ‘Just Business’ thing of the Syndicate getting C!Dream out? And Phil and Niki’s response to help Techno even though they didn’t like Dream?

it’s very true to how real life is.

When you work for a group, or agree to join a group, you are also agreeing to helping this group with what they need. You as an individual can still have your own thoughts and believes, but you also know that you are willing to put these aside for the group effort. I can be sure you’ve met that person in a group project who insists it’s there way or no way at all. And then one disagrees, it’s starts a fight, because both have ideas. And then nothing gets done because no one refuses to swallow their pride.

You can’t expect things to get done if you aren’t willing to put aside your thoughts and beliefs to get things done. (In America, this is why things are as bad as they are now. No one wants to work with the other, and nothing gets done) Hence why Techno only helped Dream get out, and didn’t give him a place to stay. He’s not attached to Dream, he does not care about Dream. it was Business, repaying a favor, because Techno hated owing Dream. He didn’t break Dream out as a friend, but as a business partner, and this lead to the death of a person he cared about.

I’d say Techno also paid for the consequences of his actions for once. He broke Dream out, and this lead to Ranboo’s death. Because Dream didn’t care about Ranboo dying, and this lead to the teen’s death. Techno will now have to deal with that blood on his hands, blood he doesn’t want on his hands. It’s safe to say i don’t think he likes Dream right now.

As for why C!Phil and Niki went along with it, despite not liking Dream? Because Techno is their friend, and they wanted to help him. If your friend asked for help in something, you’d no doubt do it no matter what it was. (We make plenty of jokes about helping a friend hide a body, so the fact Phil and Niki really would do it is amusing to me)

It’s not blind following, it’s them wanting to help a friend even if they disagree with that friend. And honestly, I’ve seen people say they really want a friendship like that. I have friends like that, who I can disagree with on opinions, but I still love them because they are my friends.

All around C!Techno has done some bad things, I don’t think he’ll be redeemed for them as he doesn’t see himself as wrong. But the difference in him and Dream is that Dream does his bad things for control. Techno did thing, in his mind, to prove a point. Doesn’t make him right, but he’s the less of two evils for it.

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If you guys want more thoughts like this, feel free to ask me about what characters you want to see. I don’t expect people to agree with them, because we’ve all had our fair share of different experiences that make us see situations differently.

But this is my thoughts on the situation, and though I favor C!Tommy, I’m not blind to his flaws either. And I’m not going to let my hate for C!Techno blind me either to his better traits.

#dream smp #dream smp dream #dream smp phil #dream smp tommy #dream smp techno #dream apologists critical #tommy apologists critical #C!Phil critical #c!techno critical #tw discourse #tw talks of torture #tw talks of getting help

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A/N: To be honest, I’ve really hesitated on what pronouns to use while Ranma’s Jusenkyo curse is on full display. A really fun aspect of fanfic writing for me is seeing how in character I can keep everyone, and I think being a “man” is important to Ranma. So, even though there are times when he rocks lady bits, he still identifies with he/him pronouns.

Chapter Summary: Ranma Saotome, 20 years old. He’s been the husband of Akane Saotome for five months, but they’ve known each other way longer. His goal? Forget how the heat and humidity of August stayed long after the sun dipped from the party. Akane deconstructed and reconstructed some popsicles or something, so here’s to hoping. And lower body temperatures.

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In the living room, Soun hollered at Pops for taking advantage of a sneeze. Apparently, he’d swapped their koma pieces while his father in law’s eyes were closed. Ranma rolled his eyes from outside. That tracked. Not that he could hear the argument very well or cared. The TV murmured some crap too, but it sounded as fuzzy as the static he bet clung to the screen like the sweat stuck to his head. And his back. And the back of his knees. And his elbows. Nature was such a pain in the ass. Down to the bugs. The chirps of the crickets and cicadas and moths as they cozied up to the lights by the shoji doors sounded normal. Like the heat of August hadn’t moved them in the slightest. Stupid. Not that Ranma’d been moved either, but in a much more literal way. Like he was a sitting duck, frozen but because of the summer heat. It was all so unbelievably dumb.

Blinking up at the clouds in the night sky, Ranma realized for the fifth time in the past half an hour that he felt disgusting. Never thought his cure-all hot bath would feel like a death sentence, so he was stuck like this. Stripped down to a white tank top and yellow patterned boxers. If it was just him ‘n Akane, he’d have ditched the shirt. But with his family so close and Akane’s hand in punching range, he let himself get drenched in the least sexiest way possible. His boobs felt too heavy, and while resting his head in Akane’s lap was nice and all, she was also pretty hot.

Ranma blinked up at his wife. Of the two, she was supposed to be the most un-cute, but her pink sundress was really doing something to him. Pieces of her black hair stuck against her face like she’d placed ‘em there on purpose. Sweat just gave her a dewy glow that the stars seemed to sprint to. Stupid.

“You think we’ll make it?” Ranma asked as Akane threaded her fingers through his red hair.

Akane hummed. “It’s supposed to be a little warmer tomorrow.”

Ha! They were so dead. He could cook an entire four course meal in the dirt of the yard, even now, when the sun booked it. Ranma groaned, turning to face the koi pond. He splashed his feet in the plastic bin Akane’d brought him a few minutes ago. “Akane, the water’s warm,” he whined.

“Well you haven’t turned back yet, so it can’t be that bad.”

“Aw, come on.”

Akane handed him a popsicle mold. “Just shut up and eat another one. It’s still cool.”

Ranma grabbed the frosty mold, closing one eye to inspect the contents inside. There were way too many chunks, but presentation and Akane didn’t go hand in hand. She’d forgotten to put the tops in so none of these things came with sticks, but with it being so hot out, it didn’t make or break the experience. Ranma opened his mouth, watching as lumps of strawberries ambled out. Snails moved faster. “This is the best thing you’ve ever cooked,” the martial artist droned, knocking back the chunky popsicle.

“I didn’t make it though,” Akane sighed, continuing to run her hands through Ranma’s red hair.

“Sure you did,” Ranma offered, watching the last few chunks meander down. He stuck his tongue out, waiting, but continued talking, “You stripped ‘em and put ‘em in the blender.”

“Yeah and it was basically juice when I was done.”

“So now they’re popsicles again.”

Akane sighed, “I guess.”

Ranma raised a brow, but his wife missed it. How was it that whenever he tried to actually drop a compliment, Akane acted all weird about it? She should be blushing furiously, brushing off his praise yet soaking it all in like a sponge. Ranma sighed too. He knew how to reel her back in hook, line, and sinker. “Guess you’re right; if you put this together from scratch, I’d be on a training trip.”

Akane turned her head sharply, a familiar ire already in her brown eyes. Ranma couldn’t help grinning. “You know I hate it when you say stuff like that,” she huffed. The martial artist just brought his mouth to the frozen treat, licking the last of it. He tossed the emptied mold aside with far too much confidence for how gross he still felt. “Hey! Are you an animal? Our home isn’t some dumpster!”

Ranma shrugged from his spot in her lap. “Can’t move,” he said, proffering Akane a face he knew she’d clock him for.

Akane growled, her fingers sprinting from his hair to be balled into a fist. “Ranma...” she warned and the martial artist snickered. He reached a hand up to clutch hers.

“I don’t exactly see you runnin’ over to pick it up.”

“Just watch me!” Akane exclaimed before pushing Ranma off her. Light brown wood was everything he saw, but his ears were clear. Her stomps were as loud as an elephant’s, and he pushed himself just in time for the plastic to whack his nose. “Look, I found the trash can!”

Ranma tried not to laugh.

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Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Discussion about sex, smutty thoughts, swearing

Word Count: 2444

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I have nothing to say right now, so just enjoy!

After cleaning her sheets and placing them in the washing machine, Sarabi made her way to the cave. Her previous encounter with Alfred had left something buzzing around in her body. She didn’t know if it was lust, fear, excitement or something entirely different. Sarabi’s thoughts of Alfred were clouding her judgement and she had to tell herself that it wasn’t a good idea to chase after him. He was a loyal and faithful man but he wasn’t the right person for Sarabi, right?

Sarabi pushed all thoughts of Alfred in any other way but her coworker and friend out of her brain and trapped them in a cell. They pushed against the bars of her psyche but she didn’t let them pass. Those thoughts would only get in the way and make things worse. She didn’t have time for feelings.

Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, as soon as Sarabi stepped foot in the cave and saw Alfred, she couldn’t help but picture how utterly delectable he looked in real life and her dream. All those naughty images from her dream came flooding back as Alfred looked on with kind eyes.

“Miss Nichols, how are you feeling?” Alfred asked politely while he made himself a cup of tea.

‘Turned on,’ was the truest thing Sarabi could say to address the elephant in the room, or rather the elephant in her mind, but she knew that would be a bit blunt. She breathed out a shaky breath to ease the tension and desire coursing through her veins.

“Not too bad, Alfred,” Sarabi answered, trying desperately to push all those sensual thoughts and pictures swirling in her mind away.

As soon as she spoke, Alfred snapped his head up and his eyes burned into her. Sarabi’s body also burned even hotter as his gaze lightly dusted her body. His eyes were not invasive but rather just curious about her current attire. She usually wore simple clothing like shorts and a shirt, considering what her job entailed. ‘Maybe Italy has just changed her,’ Alfred thought to himself as he peeled his eyes from Sarabi.

Sarabi noticed the way he seemed reluctant to look away but chalked it up to shock at what she was wearing. She rarely wore dresses to anything but formal events like galas and balls.

Sarabi secretly hoped it was something more than shock but knew she was just tugging at the fantasies still dancing around in her mind. Alfred saw her as a coworker and friend, that was it.

The whole workday felt longer than usual. Sarabi had to continually remind herself that she was working and doing something to help Bruce. But as soon as Alfred’s mesmerising voice rang out, she involuntarily turned to look at him. She imagined what that voice would feel like whispering dirty things into her ear. Or what he would sound like whimpering under her. She was enthralled and fascinated by him or maybe just thankful to have a friend like Alfred.

‘It’s the latter option,’ Sarabi tried telling herself but deep down she knew it was most probably the former.

Sarabi groaned loudly and Alfred stopped what he was doing. He turned his head to the right to look at Sarabi. He rotated his full body around and gave Sarabi his full attention to her.

“Miss Nichols, do you need something? Or do you want to go get some rest?” Alfred questioned kindly and sympathetically. Alfred had never seen Sarabi so tense and it confused him greatly. Sarabi was tough, one of the toughest women he knew without superpowers, so something was clearly tormenting her.

“Um, it’s alright I’ll go get a heat pack,” Sarabi replied as she went to stand up.

Alfred stopped her with a gentle hand on her forearm. The contact made Sarabi’s cheeks burn deep crimson. His hand was calloused but soft against her skin. The contact sent all of the images from her dream back to her. She pictured him grabbing her forearm, wrapping it around her back and bending her over the work table. The contact was innocent and simple but it sent Sarabi into oblivion.

“No, Miss Nichols, I’ll go get one for. You sit down and relax,” Alfred removed his hand and stood up. He noticed her cheeks and how flushed she seemed but Alfred just ignored everything his instincts told him. ‘She was maybe just nervous to ask about the heat pack,’ was what he decided no matter how ridiculous it sounded to him.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Sarabi laid her head against the cool metal of the desk, hoping to freeze all the thoughts rattling through her brain. The visions of Alfred thrusting on top of her and the feeling of his lips against hers were still so vivid. She could picture it so easily without any inconvenience. She shoved all the snapshots back into their jail cell and locked it as tightly as she could.

No matter how tightly she tried to lock those thoughts away, they came crawling back. They escaped their confinement and snuck back into her mind. Just a look from Alfred triggered those erotic visions and they got even more heated through the day. She started imagining how his head would look between her thighs and how he would choke her. The images got more explicit as the day went on. She grasped those images and chucked them into the cell. She secured it tautly and attempted to keep it that way.

“Here you are, Miss Nichols,” Alfred called out with a heat pack in hand. Sarabi brought herself out of her thoughts and took the heat pack.

“Thanks, Alfred,” Sarabi placed it on her stomach hoping to ease her tension but it clearly made her even hotter. ‘Great! Just what I needed!’ was all she could think.

As the heat pack grew cold, the workday came to an end. Alfred offered to heat it up again throughout the day but Sarabi refused politely. Though the heat pack was no longer warm against her stomach, her body still felt hot all over. The dream and Alfred’s presence seemed to strike a matchstick inside of Sarabi and burn her insides with desire. Sarabi had never even had sex but her sex drive was so high and absolutely outrageous. She was a virgin to any form of sexual activity. No one had ever touched her intimately save for herself on the very odd occasion. Even with having no experience, she wanted and needed it. She wanted and needed her desires to be met but she was going to deny herself of it. She hoped that refusing her sexual needs would make them disappear but that most certainly did not work.

After working in the cave for about 5 hours, Bruce came down and said that Claudia was there to see Sarabi. She was grateful to get out of the cave because if she stayed there a second longer her ovaries might just explode. A simple glance from Alfred was enough to send Sarabi into a bout of hysteria. She stood up quickly and wandered off with Bruce. She frowned softly at Alfred and he frowned back. As soon as she stepped foot in the elevator and the doors closed, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“That bad?” Bruce asked as they rode the elevator back up to Wayne Manor.

“Huh?” Sarabi turned her head with a perplexed look appearing on her face.

“Your period,” Bruce expanded and Sarabi let a small smile come to her lips.

“Yeah, just a little. Wait, how do you know?” Sarabi interrogated with the utmost confusion. She didn’t actually have her period, she was just pretending, so she had no idea how Bruce would know.

“Just a wild guess. You’re only this moody during that time of the month,” Bruce ruffled up her hair and Sarabi huffed.

“Fuck you,” Sarabi stated as Bruce let her out of the elevator first into Wayne Manor.

“Fuck you too,” Bruce replied as he led her to her bedroom where Claudia stood admiring the collection of dresses she had. Claudia had a pink strapless one draped over her body, sizing it up.

“Sarabi, what do you think about this dress?” Claudia spun around and presented herself.

“I think it would look drop-dead gorgeous but put it back, that’s one of my favourites,” Sarabi nearly laughed as Claudia pouted and placed her dress back.

“I’ll be in my study,” Bruce announced before walking off, leaving the two girls alone.

“How’s work been?” Sarabi asked as she sat down on her newly cleaned bed.

“Pretty good, I’ve now hooked up with practically everybody I can,” Claudia declared with a smug smile.

“That’s what you’re proud of? And also who can’t you fuck?” Sarabi breathed out heavily as Claudia grabbed out another dress to size up.

“The straight girls, gays and the one asexual dude,” Claudia answered nonchalantly. Claudia had always been open about her sexuality and sex life with Sarabi. She held nothing back. She told her who she slept with, how good they were and who she wanted to sleep with next.

“Have you had the ‘sexy time’ with anyone yet?” Claudia shimmied her shoulders to enhance her point and Sarabi rolled her eyes.

“No,” was the only answer Sarabi gave and this perked Claudia’s interest.

Whenever Claudia asked about Sarabi’s sex life, she always gave a massive spiel about how she would only have sex when the right guy came along and all that jazz. But this time she only said no.

“No? Is that the only answer I get?” Claudia sat down next to Sarabi and Sarabi realised her mistake. She wasn’t going to tell Claudia about the dream but she figured it wasn’t the worst thing she could do.

“Claudia, I’m gonna tell you something that you can’t repeat to anyone, okay?” Sarabi warned Claudia and she nodded.

“Swear on my mother’s grave,’ Claudia swore oath like a girl scout and Sarabi scoffed with an eye roll.

“Okay, I had a sex dream last night,” Sarabi informed and watched Claudia’s mouth gape.

“About whom?” Claudia teased with a wicked smile.

“Well, see that’s the thing, the person I had the dream about I’ve never been attracted to before. He’s not my usual go-to but-”

“Just tell me, I don’t give a fuck. I once spanked a 90-year-old in a pink thong for a free ticket to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert,” Claudia enlightened and Sarabi’s eyes bugged out.

“Just kidding but seriously, who is it?” Claudia shuffled closer to Sarabi knowing she would probably whisper it.

“Alfred,” Sarabi’s confession was barely beyond a hushed whisper and Claudia swore she was hearing things.

“Wait, what? Alfred...Pennyworth?” Claudia questioned with squinted eyes. Sarabi could see the scepticism and confusion surging through her eyes.

“Yes,” Sarabi answered slowly with a slightly shaky breath. She hadn’t admitted this to anyone and it was relieving to not keep her thoughts in the dark, hidden away.

“Oh, I see,” Claudia kept an indifferent look on her face and Sarabi suddenly felt stupid. She had just admitted that she had a sex dream about Alfred Pennyworth. She admitted that she dreamed about a British butler in his late 60s fucking her. ‘What is wrong with me?’ was all she could think.

“Oh, girl I get it! He is such a DILF like I don’t blame you for having the hots for him. His voice just screams ‘Now every woman I come into contact with has daddy issues’,” Claudia explained with a bright smile on her face. She also tried to replicate Alfred’s deep, British voice but ended up sounding nothing like him. Sarabi felt a weight lifted off her shoulders as Claudia agreed with her.

“You do? Thank the Holy Lord Jesus Christ!” Sarabi laughed along with Claudia like two schoolgirls discussing their crushes.

“I see Europe has changed your taste in men considerably,” Claudia commented as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Now give me the deets, please,” Claudia begged with her hands in a praying motion. Sarabi contemplated it. She felt a bit embarrassed but Claudia would never judge her for anything. Claudia would rob a bank and hide a body for her.

“Well, Alfred knocked on my bedroom door and he came wandering in. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started kissing me,” Sarabi explained as Claudia smirked mischievously.

“Go on,” Claudia urged with a quick hand motion.

“I straddled his lap and we kissed some more. I pushed him back on the bed but he flipped us over,” Sarabi reminisced on the pleasurable dream.

“And well, the rest you can imagine,” Sarabi blushed scarlet as she disclosed the intimate details of her dream.

“I sure can,” Claudia chaffed with a playful smirk.

“I must’ve been moaning out loud because Alfred, like in real life, came running in and shook me awake. He could hear me calling his name,” Sarabi slapped a palm against her forehead. That was the most humiliating part.

“Aw! Did he think you were in trouble?” Claudia teased as she pouted her lips.

“Yes, and he also made me breakfast in bed while he got Bruce to check my temperature. He was worried I was sick,” Sarabi contently simpered and Claudia watched her eyes light up brightly.

“You like him, don’t you?” Claudia gasped while her eyes lit up happily.

“What? No! I think it’s just hormones,” Sarabi tried to rationalise what she was feeling.

“Duh! Your hormones are going loco because Daddy Pennyworth’s makin’ ‘em go that way!” Claudia spelled out and didn’t even hesitate when calling him ‘daddy’. That was Claudia, flamboyant, eccentric and carefree. She gave zero fucks about what other people would or did think.

“Oh, seriously, Claudia? Don’t call him that,” Sarabi cringed at the nickname.

“Okay fine but you need to stop hiding from yourself. You have to admit your emotions to the rest of your body. Don’t lie to yourself it hurts even more,” Claudia spoke from experience, having always covered up how she truly felt.

“I’m not hiding,” Sarabi defended herself. Sarabi wasn’t catching the hots for Alfred. Was she?

“Yes, you are. I suggest you go down to him right now and say, ‘Hey Alfred I like you and I wanna fuck you’. Okay, maybe don’t do that but you get the point. Admit it to yourself when you like someone,” Claudia spoke truthfully not wanting Sarabi to deny herself her emotions.

Sarabi shook her head and giggled at Claudia’s outspoken opinion on the situation.

Sarabi just wished she could be that open with everybody in her life.

<<CHAPTER 4<< ~ ~ ~ >>CHAPTER 6>>

#dc #dceu #alfred pennyworth #jeremy irons #jeremy irons fanfic #ofc #fanfiction #fanfic #slow burn

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Investigation of Dazai's Dangerous Dating - Part 1

Hi! As you guys can see, this is my second BSD fanfic & I wanna write something laidback or, to be precise, what if the members try to investigate their colleague's shenanigans. Hope you enjoy reading it!

Bright blue sky. The sun shines above the clouds. A ship blew its horn, signaling its presence. Busy streets around the city. These are the signs of the normal and peaceful port city, Yokohama. That is what Atsushi thought.

“Today’s another pleasant day, right Kyoka-chan?”

“Yes,” replied Kyoka in her usual nonchalant way.

Atsushi and Kyoka were on their way to their workplace, the Armed Detective Agency. They reached the building, went inside, and took a lift to the fourth floor. After reaching the floor, they headed towards the detective agency’s door. As Atsushi’s hand reached and turned the doorknob, this was what their usual routine looked like.

“Good morning, every-”

“Kunikida-kun, look around. We’re finally in the underworld! Isn’t it amazing? A flying pink elephant, waterfalls pouring upward to the sky, strange-looking trees with lollipops grew out… an incredible place, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” replied Kunikida with his usual stern look while focusing on his work.

What Atsushi saw is his senior Dazai spouting nonsense about the view of the underworld while standing at his table.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” Both Kyoka and Kunikida greeted each other normally, ignored Dazai’s shenanigans like a ghost.

“Um… what happened to him?”

“You know what it is, Atsushi. The usual.”

“Another suicide attempt?”

Dazai’s suicide attempts never stop. No matter where at or in any situation, he tried them all the entire day nonstop. He sometimes lazy or never coming to work according to his feeling. Kunikida tried to make him a proper working man but failed. In the end, he lets him do whatever he wants as long as his works were done.

“Though you thought that way, this is a bit different. Look at his book.”

Atsushi goes to Dazai’s table and took a book. He reads the content and found out about the types of poisonous mushrooms. There are various kinds of lethal ones that should never eat. The picture of the mushroom he reads right now, however, looks a bit different from the one he bit.

“A delusional mushroom type?”

“Yes, though he knew since he did the same two years ago.”

“Then why did he eat it again?”

“He said something about confirming whether the vision he saw the other day was real.”

“What…”

Dazai turned his head towards Kunikida. His delusional eyes became wider as he found something valuable.

“Would you look at that? A giant golden bug! This will cost an enormous fortune if I sell it. Atsushi-kun, help me catch it.”

“Wait, Dazai-san! That’s not a bug. It’s Kuni-” Dazai made a sudden jump at Kunikida, who he thought was a golden bug. He was about to get strangled, but his hand quickly grabbed his shirt collar.

“This giant golden bug wants you to shut up and stay down!!!”

“UWAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

Kunikida easily threw Dazai up and floating until he pulled him down hard. Dazai was no longer in the underworld as he finally returned to reality. But what Dazai was looking at right now the world is spinning around, finding it difficult whether he is back or transported to another world. Finally, he knocked out.

After that, the entrance door opened. Three young people are coming in for reporting their duty. They then greeted everyone in the office. Atsushi turned around and found the familiar faces.

“Oh! Tanizaki-san, Naomi-san, Kenji-kun, good morning.”

Those people are Tanizaki, his sister Naomi and Kenji. Tanizaki found Dazai lied on the floor. So he asked Atsushi.

“Atsushi-kun, what happened to Dazai-san? Why is he sleeping on the floor?”

“Well, Kunikida-san threw and knocked him down because of his usual attempt. He’s going to be like that for a while.”

“I see…”

“Kenji, go tied Dazai up and put him in the storage room.”

“All right!” said Kenji with a smile as bright as the sun. He then really did what Kunikida ordered as if it is a normal thing to do. Dazai, though unconscious, keeps blabbering about the things he saw from his hallucination. The door slowly closes as the darkness comes, leaving him from the bright world to repent his blunder.

Soon after that, Yosano comes, followed by Ranpo. All the employees returned to their seats and continue their work. Kunikida and Yosano started looking at today’s works and revising previous requests. Atsushi, Tanizaki, and Kenji looked up their emails and files for any recent case. Ranpo just sat on his chair, takes out his snacks, and eat them. Others like the clerks were ready to receive calls from the clients and make arrangements.

Time passed by in a flash, and lunch break starts. Atsushi and the others go out of their office and took a lift down to the ground floor. When they step out of the building, the sun is already above them. So bright, but also hot at the same time. There was no cloud to be seen. Just the clear blue sky along with the sea breeze. They headed towards a door that has a sign written ‘Uzumaki’ hanging above and swung it.

As the bell rings, the members entered a familiar venue. The aroma of coffee floating around the entire place along with jazz music. A set of antique coffee makers displayed on the table. The classic-themed interior designs, both the furniture and walls.

The cafe was the agency’s favorite spot to relax. Not just because of its delectable food, but they enjoyed drinking the finest coffee made by the cafe’s manager who has many years of experience in making coffee.

“Welcome! Take any seat you like.” The person who greeted the members was Lucy Montgomery. A former Guild member and currently working as a part-timer.

Everyone chose two tables right beside the window. They then started ordering their food and drinks. Later, they started their lunch after the food was served.

After the members finished eating, Lucy approached them, wanting to ask something.

“I wanna ask you guys. What’s with the ruckus at your office this morning?”

“Oh, that? It’s Dazai-san’s.”

“And he’s…”

“Stayed inside the storeroom for a while. That must have been disturbing you and other staff members working here. Sorry about that.” Tanizaki and Atsushi both bowed down for their apology.

“Well, there’s no need for it since it’s his usual high jinks but…”

Lucy put a bunch of letters on the table. Her hand was holding them for a while. The senders were from various women and they were all for Dazai.

“We usually get those whenever the women came here.”

“We usually get those whenever the women came here. It's fine, by the way, since we can send them to you guys. But there're a few problems.”

Atsushi got curious about what could it be regarding Dazai and his habit. The members knew him a lot, from his approach towards the women, his smooth-talking, to his peculiar relationship with them.

"At one time, one woman came here and waited for Dazai, but then, another one appeared for the same reason as the first. Those two got into a fight after they noticed it."

"That must've been hard on you, Montgomery-chan."

"Oh no. There's more. Remembered that last week a crazy woman made her attempt something crazy and shouted in front of this building?"

"You mean that time..."

The woman carried a knife for threatening Dazai to date her and her only. It was chaotic.

Among many women he dated so far, some of them were already broke up and never seen each other again. But there are also some are a possessive type that they brought a great pandemonium.

"That's why I'm requesting you, as your client, to stop him from dating women. Or else, more women will come here and cause commotions and scare our customers."

"Stopping Dazai-san from dating? Easy for you to say but...." Atsushi cannot find any words to reply that Lucy's request is impossible to fulfill and does not want to sound rude.

"Listen, Lucy. I respect your demand of wanting Dazai to stop dating to prevent ruckus done by the women he dated. The problem is that Dazai's a slick man like a snake can crawl through the traps. We previously tried to tie him when he was about to go out but he was gone before we knew. Even if we can put a tracker on him to know where he's going, that guy's smart as if he can read what we're doing to him." Kunikida answered Lucy after he finished his lunch, stood up, and went to her and Atsushi.

"Demand?! I didn't say demand; I request you. Re-qu-est. If you can't do that, then at least investigate why he keeps dating women."

Both Atsushi and Kunikida are in silence for a moment until Atsushi spoke to Lucy.

"Well, we can investigate him but, like what Kunikida-san said, Dazai-san's a very smart person that he will know immediately if we try it."

"You won't know unless you try. You guys are Armed Detective Agency members, right? You're part of an establishment that handles cases that none the police nor military force can handle."

"..."

The jazz music from the LP recorder stopped and fell silent. The scent of coffee almost fades since there is no one else to order it. Thus, begin an investigation of Dazai's date.

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