#AND THE LIGHTING TOO!!!! LIKE THE SUN ON HIS HAIR IS SOOOOOOO

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2011 Monza Fernando's curly hair comp for Cofi (@sweatyflytrap) <3

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ommmmg can u write something with nicolas being a new dad x reader wife 🙏🙏🙏 maybe them visiting his family during a short trip and him being sooooooo daddyyyy 😭😭 after seeing him in those GH pic with this baby …. 🥵😮‍💨 i just need a dad imagines with him since there isn’t any

❝Juno❞

─⋆♡ summary: You’re married to Nicholas Chavez and you bring your newborn baby to meet his grandparents.

─⋆♡ warnings: pregnancy, postpartum depression, fluff, allusions to sex but no smut, Daddy!Nicholas Chavez, Y/N used a few times, 1st person POV. as always i’m always learning so correct me if i missed something!!

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask & shoutout to that person because this was super sweet to write. there’s no public info on his parents and i felt weird looking for it so here’s some Chavez grandparents content. since this may be your introduction to me, i do write in first person, just inserting Y/N. 2nd and 3rd person are absolutely insufferable to me and make me wanna die. with that being said, i’m glad there’s no shortage of those fics on this website. my masterlist is the pinned post on my profile and i hope you all enjoy this imagine! ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

The journey to Nicholas’ grandparents’ house is filled with quiet anticipation. We haven’t visited in a while, not since Colette was born. I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of introducing Colette to her great-grandparents, Nick SR and Betty. Nicholas always speaks of them with such affection, often recounting tales from his childhood spent at their cozy home. They were instrumental in raising him, and their influence is deeply ingrained in who he’s become. Now, I’m eager to see how they’ll respond to our little family, especially to me as a new mother.

The sun is high in the sky as we pull into the gravel driveway, which crunches under the tires. The house is a charming, white colonial-style home with flower boxes beneath the windows, bursting with vibrant blooms. It looks like something out of a postcard—quaint and welcoming. Nicholas squeezes my hand as he turns off the car.

“You ready for this?” he asks, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

I smile, though my heart races. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I respond unwilling to let his hand go for the last time.

I eventually gain enough strength to go a second without touching him. We both step out of the car, and I unbuckle Colette from her car seat, carefully lifting her into my arms. She’s dressed in a soft, pastel onesie with tiny flowers embroidered on the front. Her big espresso colored eyes, so much like Nicholas’, blink up at me as she squirms a little in my hold. I kiss her soft forehead, breathing in that sweet baby scent that always seems to calm my nerves.

Before we even reach the front door, it flies open, and Betty appears on the porch. Her face lights up in a radiant smile as she hurries down the steps toward us. She’s a small woman, but she moves with surprising speed and agility, her silver hair tied back in a loose bun.

“There she is! Oh, it’s about time!” Betty exclaims, ignoring Nicholas entirely as she comes straight for me and Colette. Her arms are wide open, and she pulls me into a hug, careful not to crush the baby between us. “You, my darling, look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. And this precious girl…” Her voice trails off as she gazes at Colette with shining eyes. “Oh, she’s just perfect.”

I laugh softly, returning her hug. “I’ve missed you, Mrs. Betty and thank you.”

Betty steps back, her hands still on my arms, her attention fully on Colette. “No, thank you! You brought another little angel into our family,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve made me the happiest great-grandmother.”

Nicholas, standing off to the side, grins as he watches the scene unfold. “Hey, Grandma,” he chimes in, clearly amused. “Good to see you too.”

Betty waves a hand in his direction without even glancing his way. “Yes, yes, Nicholas. We’ll get to you in a minute.” Her eyes shimmer as she reaches out to gently stroke Colette’s chubby cheek. “She’s absolutely precious,” she coos. “She looks just like Nicholas did when he was a baby.”

Just then, Nicholas’ grandfather steps out onto the porch, his tall frame casting a shadow as he approaches us. His blue eyes light up when he sees me holding Colette. “Well, if it isn’t our favorite girl,” he says with a warm grin, pulling me into a quick hug before peering down at Colette. “And look at this—another beauty in the family. You’ve done well,” he adds, giving Nicholas a nod of approval before clapping him on the shoulder.

“Well she is 50% of me so…” Nicholas’s twinge of jealousy for his favorite girls peeks out.

“Oh, hush, Nicholas,” Betty replies, waving a hand at him dismissively before turning to me again. “Come on, dear, let’s get you inside. You must be exhausted after the drive. And you must let me hold this precious girl as soon as you’re settled.”

Inside the house, the smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and flowers. The living room is cozy and welcoming, filled with family photos and knick-knacks that speak of years of love and memories. There are pictures of Nick as a little boy, his brother, and even one of us on our wedding day.

Betty leads us to the couch, offering to take Colette for a little while so I can rest. “She’s such a calm baby,” Betty remarks as she cradles Colette in her arms. “I remember Nicholas being a little firecracker at this age—always kicking and fussing. But you, my dear, are an angel, aren’t you?” she coos, her voice full of love as Colette blinks up at her.

Nick Sr. settles into an armchair nearby, watching with a contented smile. “Betty’s right,” he says, his voice warm. “Nick was a handful. Always running around and getting into trouble. I don’t know how we managed to keep up with him.”

Nicholas chuckles, settling beside me on the couch and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Yeah, I’ve heard those stories a few times.”

“I bet you have,” Betty says, her eyes twinkling. “But look at you now—such a wonderful father and husband. We’re so proud of you.”

My heart swells at their words, and I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. It’s clear how much they love Nicholas and how deeply they cherish their family. Their affection extends to me as well, making me feel welcomed in a way that eases the nervousness I had felt earlier.

Betty carefully passes Colette back to me, and I can’t help but notice how her eyes linger on us—on the way I hold my daughter, the way Colette nuzzles into me. After a moment, she glances at Nick Sr., sharing a look that seems to speak volumes.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Betty says suddenly, rising from her seat with a bright smile. “We have something to show you.”

She disappears into another room, returning moments later with a large, leather-bound photo album. She hands it to Nicholas with a wide grin. “These are pictures of you when you were about Colette’s age. I thought it’d be fun to compare.”

Nicholas takes the album and begins flipping through the pages, his eyes lighting up as he sees the photos. “Oh wow,” he says, pointing to a picture of himself as a baby, bundled in a blanket. “Look at that, she really does look like me.”

I lean over to see the photo, and sure enough, the resemblance is striking. Colette has inherited her father’s dark hair and expressive eyes, and there’s something about the way she smiles that’s undeniably Nicholas Chavez.

Betty beams. “She’s got that same spark in her eyes that you had. And those cheeks! I could pinch them all day.”

I can’t help but smile as Nicholas flips through more photos—Nicholas as a toddler, covered in mud from head to toe; Nicholas on his first day of school, looking serious and determined; Nicholas holding a toy sword, pretending to be a knight. It’s clear that his grandparents were there for all of it, capturing every moment with care.

“Look at this one,” Nicholas says, laughing as he holds up a picture of himself as a toddler, sitting in a high chair with spaghetti sauce smeared all over his face.

Betty chuckles. “You loved spaghetti. Still do, if I remember correctly.”

As we continue to flip through the album, Betty excuses herself and motions for me to follow her into the kitchen. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what she wants to talk about, but her kind smile reassures me.

Once we’re alone, she turns to me, her expression soft and full of understanding. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing a wonderful job, Y/N,” she says, her voice gentle. “Being a new mom is hard, and it can feel overwhelming sometimes. But from what I’ve seen, you’re handling it beautifully.”

I feel a lump form in my throat at her words, the unexpected kindness bringing a surge of emotion. “Thank you,” I say quietly. “It’s been… challenging at times. I have moments where I wonder if I’m doing it right.”

Betty reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it gently. “Those moments of doubt are normal. Every mother feels them. But you have such a natural way with Colette. She feels safe and loved with you—that’s the most important thing.”

I nod, blinking back tears. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like I should be able to do more. I get so tired, and Nick’s been amazing, but…” I trail off, stopping myself from revealing my biggest insecurities.

Betty’s eyes soften even more. “It’s okay to ask for help, dear. You don’t have to do it all on your own. If you ever need anything—advice, a break, someone to talk to—you can always come to me. I’m here for you, and so is Nicholas. We’re all family now,” she offers.

Her words wrap around me like a comforting embrace, and for the first time in a while, I feel a sense of relief. “Thank you,” I whisper, grateful beyond words.

Betty smiles and gives my hand another gentle squeeze. “You’re doing wonderfully. Just remember to take care of yourself too, okay?”

I nod, my heart swelling with appreciation for this woman who has welcomed me into her family with open arms. As we walk back into the living room, I feel lighter, the weight of my doubts lifting just a little.

Nicholas looks up as we enter, his eyes softening as they meet mine. “Everything okay?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. “Yeah,” I say softly. “Everything’s perfect.”

As the afternoon fades into evening, Betty leans forward with a warm smile, her hands clasped in her lap. “It’s been so wonderful having you all here today,” she says, her eyes soft as she looks between Nicholas, me, and Colette. “Why don’t you stay the night? It’s been far too long since we’ve had a full house, and we’d love the chance to spend more time with you.”

Nicholas turns to me, his voice gentle as he asks, “What do you think? We don’t have anywhere to rush off to, and it would give me a break from driving back tonight.”

I hesitate for a moment, weighing the offer. I think about Colette’s bedtime routine, the packed bags in the car, and my own exhaustion. But as I glance around at the warmth of the house, Nick’s grandparents’ eager faces, and the calmness that seems to settle over everything, I feel myself relax. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a change of scenery, and the idea of spending more time here—surrounded by family—sounds like exactly what I need.

“That sounds wonderful,” I say, smiling at Betty. “Thank you. We’d love to stay.”

Betty’s face lights up, and Nick Sr. nods with a wide grin. “Perfect,” he says. “We’ve got the guest room ready, and I can set up the bassinet in the guest room next to it. It’ll be like old times, having a little one in the house again.”

Betty stands, already making her way toward the kitchen. “I’ll put some tea on for later. You two make yourselves at home.”

Nicholas squeezes my hand, a smile spreading across his face. “See? It’s going to be a nice, quiet night—just us, Colette, and the best grandparents ever.”

The evening unfolds comfortably from there. Betty and Nick Sr. share stories about Nick’s childhood over cups of tea, their voices light with laughter and nostalgia. As the night deepens, we finally make our way to the guest room. It’s cozy and inviting, with a soft bedspread, and warm lighting.

Colette falls asleep easily after nursing, making for an easy bedtime routine. Nicholas and I kiss her on the forehead goodnight once we’ve got her situated in the bassinet. We separate briefly to prep for bed and when I’m finished, I crack open the door to the en-suite bathroom.

Nicholas looks up from a script, setting it to the side of the bedside table. My feet patter over to him and he pulls back the duvet for me to climb in. “I’m so tired,” I note as I slide between the sheets.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. “I know, baby. Maybe my grandparents will watch her in the morning so we can sleep in,” he theorizes lowly, but I can still feel the bass of his voice rumbling from his chest into my back.

I sigh, letting my eyes flutter closed. It’s been an emotional day, and I’m ready for sleep. “It’s okay if they can’t. I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he breathes out with his lips kissing my ear one last time.

My body lets me drift into sleep, hearing nothing but Nicholas’ breathing and the faint sound of crickets outside. But that peace is eventually interrupted by the familiar sound of Colette’s soft cry filling the quiet room.

I blink awake, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where I am. The dimly lit room feels unfamiliar, and for a brief, groggy moment, I can’t remember how we ended up here. But then the memories come rushing back—the visit to Nick’s grandparents, Betty’s kind words, the warmth of the evening.

With a heavy sigh, I sit up in bed, my body aching with fatigue. I haven’t gotten nearly enough sleep, and Colette’s cries, though soft, feel like they’re pulling me out of the little bit of rest I’ve managed. The sheets feel cold, and for the first time tonight, I realize Nick’s arms aren’t wrapped around me as they usually are.

The bed dips beneath me, and I hear the soft thud of feet padding across the floor. “Shit,” Nicholas mutters under his breath as he comes into view. I lift my head, watching him groggily fumble with the baby monitor to turn down the volume.

His chocolate tinted eyes meet mine in the dimly lit room, his face softened with a sleepy smile. “I got it, baby. Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.

I don’t resist as my head falls back onto the pillow. Nicholas tucks the duvet around my shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring, and leans down to kiss my forehead before slipping out of the room.

As my eyes flutter shut once again, I can’t help but feel immense gratitude for him—for understanding, for seeing me. Nicholas has always been an amazing partner, but since Colette was born, something has deepened. Maybe it's the way he’s embraced fatherhood, those tender daddy traits emerging in him day by day.

I don’t know how long I drift in and out of sleep before the bed dips once more. This time, I turn over to face Nicholas, only to find him kneeling on top of the duvet, cradling Colette in his arms. He gently rocks her, and his brown eyes, full of apology, meet mine. “I'm sorry, babe,” he says softly. “She’s hungry, and I checked the fridge and my Grandma must’ve given her the rest. We’re out of pumped milk,” he gives his valid reason for disturbing me.

With a tired sigh, I push myself up, scooting back against the headboard. “It’s okay,” I reply, motioning for Nicholas to hand Colette to me. “It’s not your fault I don’t pump fast enough for her.”

Nicholas shifts closer, still kneeling, his eyes warm with reassurance. “It’s not your fault either, baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You’re doing everything right. She’s just got my appetite, that’s all.”

Nick’s words bring a smile to my face as I take our little girl in my arms, feeling the love and support that radiates from him. Colette’s small body relaxes the moment she’s nestled in my arms, and I adjust my position to help her latch on. Instinctively, her tiny mouth finds its way, and I feel that familiar pull as she begins to nurse. The room is quiet now, save for the soft sounds of her feeding and the gentle rustle of the duvet as Nicholas shifts beside me, sitting back in his spot where he just laid.

The weight of exhaustion still presses heavily on my body, but there's something calming about this moment—something intimate and grounding. Colette’s little hand rests against my skin, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she nurses. Despite the tiredness, I feel a sense of peace wash over me.

Nicholas watches us, his expression soft and filled with admiration. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender. "You’re amazing, you know that?" he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath in the dark.

I smile faintly, my heart swelling at his words, but before I can respond, he continues, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don’t tell you enough how much I love you... both of you." His gaze flickers to Colette, his eyes warm and full of adoration. "Watching you with her... seeing how strong you are, how much you give every day. You’ve made me the luckiest man in the world, Y/N."

His words sink into me, wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. The weight of my earlier guilt begins to lift, replaced by the quiet assurance that I’m not alone in this. We’re a team, navigating the highs and lows together.

"I love you too," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion as I glance down at Colette, her soft breaths steady against me. "And I’m so grateful for you. I couldn’t do this without you."

Nicholas leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment as if sealing the promise of his words. "You’re the best mom, you know that? And she’s lucky to have you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin.

I close my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his presence and feeling the steady rhythm of Colette’s nursing. In this moment, the exhaustion, the doubts, and the guilt of my postpartum depression fade into the background, leaving only the love we share—the love that brought Colette into our lives.

Nicholas settles back into bed beside me, his hand resting gently on my leg, a silent reminder that we’re in this together. And as Colette’s soft suckling continues, I let myself fully relax.

Once Colette finishes nursing, her tiny body grows limp in my arms, signaling she’s drifted back to sleep. I carefully adjust her, cradling her small frame against my chest. Nicholas is still sitting beside me, his hand never leaving my leg, his eyes filled with the kind of tenderness that makes my heart swell.

“Do you want me to take her?” Nicholas asks softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

I nod, and with practiced gentleness, he scoops her up and places her between us on the bed. Colette barely stirs, her little hands curling up by her face as she nestles into the space between us. The sight of her lying there, so peaceful and content, brings a soft smile to my lips. My body involuntarily slides down and I stoke her cheek with the back of my finger.

Nick lays down with his head propped up in one arm, the other sliding around me. But as I gaze at Colette sleeping peacefully between us, a small wave of anxiety creeps in. What if we roll over onto her during the night? My breath hitches slightly, and I turn my head toward him.

Nicholas immediately senses my concern and shifts closer, his hand coming to rest gently on my cheek. "Hey, don't worry," he says softly, his voice reassuring. "I’ve got her. We’ve got her. I won’t let anything happen." His thumb brushes against my skin as he speaks, his gaze steady and full of calm. "I’ve read up on this, remember? She’s safe with us. We’re light sleepers, and we’re both hyper-aware she’s here. I’ll make sure we’re careful."

I nod, though the worry still lingers. Nicholas leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You won’t roll over on her. I won’t either. Trust me, baby. And if you’re still worried, I can take her back to the bassinet,” he assures me.

I glance down at Colette, her tiny chest rising and falling, completely at ease between us. There’s something comforting about her being so close, something I don’t want to give up. "No," I say softly, shaking my head. "I want her here with us. I just... I get nervous sometimes,” I admit to him, the concerns laced with my postpartum depression symptoms.

"I know," he murmurs. "But you’re not alone in this. We’re doing it together, okay? She’s safe. We’ll keep her safe,” he promises.

His warmth and the calm assurance in his voice help to ease the anxiety a little, and I let out a slow breath. I snuggle closer to him, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. "Thank you," I whisper.

Nicholas kisses the top of my head, his hand stroking Colette’s tiny arm before returning it to my waist. “I used to dream about this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “You, me, and a baby… just lying here like this, all together.” His eyes shine in the dim light, filled with a quiet wonder. “I’d imagine what it would feel like, how perfect it would be. But this... this is even better than I imagined.”

His words sink deep into my chest, filling me with warmth. I glance down at Colette, her chest rising and falling steadily between us, and I feel a wave of contentment wash over me. “I’m glad too. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed,” I whisper back.

Nick’s thumb rubs gentle circles over the exposed skin on my side, and for a while, we lie there in comfortable silence, both of us watching Colette sleep. I feel the weight of his arm around me, the warmth of his body, and I can’t help but think about our future—about the life we’re building together.

After a while, I glance up at Nick, my voice soft but curious. “Do you ever think about… having another one? Another baby, I mean.”

His reaction is immediate. His brown eyes light up, the glint of excitement undeniable. He grins, that boyish, playful smile I fell in love with, and there’s no hesitation in his voice. “Oh, absolutely. I thought one of you was cute, but two though? Didn’t think I could handle it. But now that I’ve experienced it, I want three of you as soon as possible,” he rambles.

I laugh softly, both amused and surprised by his enthusiasm. “Three of us, huh?” I ask to clarify he’s not drunk on love.

“Yeah, babe,” he says, his hand moving to stroke Colette’s tiny hand before trailing over my arm. “We could start trying as soon as possible. I mean, why wait? We make great babies together,” he jokes and I stifle a laugh to not wake up our sleeping child.

His grin turns mischievous as he leans in closer, his voice dropping a little lower. “We could even try out some freaky positions this time… you know, spice things up.”

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head at him, though my heart flutters at his words. “That’s all you, God bless your dad’s genetics,” I tease, eyeing him with a smirk.

Nicholas chuckles, clearly enjoying my response, but there’s a seriousness in his eyes too—a real desire to keep building this life together. “I’m serious though,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on my waist. “I want more of this. More of us. I want a whole bunch of mini versions of you running around, driving me crazy in the best way.”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting, and I feel a flush of warmth spread through me. I lean closer, letting my fingers trace over his arm. “You’re really ready for another one, huh?”

Nick’s gaze locks with mine, intense but full of love. “Yeah, Y/N. I don’t just want another one. I want a whole football team of kids with you. As soon as you’re ready,” he says firmly.

I bite my lip, considering his words, feeling the quiet excitement bubbling up inside me. “I might just let you lock me down tonight,” I tease, my voice soft but playful.

His eyes darken slightly, that same spark of mischief flickering in them. “Oh, baby, don’t tempt me,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my lips.

I pull back slightly, laughing against his mouth. “Let’s not rush it,” I whisper, even though my hormones are raging at the thought. “But... I do love the idea of growing our little family,” I add to soften the blow of sex denial.

Nicholas grins again, his arm pulling me closer as Colette sleeps peacefully between us. “Then let’s make it happen,” he says softly. “One more baby… and then another after that, we can talk again. I just know I want it all with you. Every first word and every first day of school, my love.”

I smile, resting my head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words and the future he envisions wash over me. “One step at a time,” I murmur, though the idea is already taking root in my mind, the thought of more little ones filling our home with love.

As we lay there, cuddling around Colette, the future feels wide open—and incredibly full of promise. The room is quiet, the soft hum of the night surrounding us, and as we lay there, I feel the steady rise and fall of Nick’s chest beneath my palms.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I smile softly, my body already succumbing to sleep as I whisper back,

“Goodnight, Nicholas. I love you,” I murmur, never getting tired of reminding him.

“I love you too,” he replies, his voice full of warmth and certainty. “Both of my girls.”

With that, the last thing I feel is the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of Colette’s breathing between us, and the overwhelming sense of love that wraps around the three of us, pulling us into the soft cocoon of sleep.

The next time I stir awake, it’s to the feeling of the sun shining on my face. Nicholas’ familiar presence is next to me, his body relaxed as he leans back against the headboard. I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight rustle of pages as he quietly reads. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the comfort of having him close.

But something is wrong.

I don’t feel Colette.

The tiny body that was nestled between us is gone, and in an instant, a wave of cold panic floods my chest. My breath catches, and my heart starts to pound, my worst fear bubbling to the surface. Oh God, did I roll over her? Did we…?

My eyes snap open, and I sit up abruptly, frantically scanning the bed. My hands reach out, patting the mattress in blind desperation as my breath quickens. Where is she? My mind spirals into worst-case scenarios, and my pulse races faster with each second I can’t find her.

Nicholas looks up from his script, his brow furrowing as he notices my panic. “Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is calm, but I can hear the concern lacing his words.

“Colette,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper as the fear clutches at me. “She’s not here, Nick. I—where is she?”

Nicholas immediately places his script aside and sits up, reaching for me. His hands find my shoulders, grounding me. “Babe, she’s fine,” he says gently, his voice steady, though I can see the alarm in his eyes as he realizes why I’m panicking. “Grandma has her. She came in earlier to take her so you could rest. She’s with her now, probably showing her off to her knitting group. Everything’s okay.”

I stare at Nicholas, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me, but the words slowly sink in. Colette isn’t in danger. She’s not here because Betty took her.

I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest as the fear begins to ebb away. “I thought… I woke up and she wasn’t there. I thought we—” My voice falters, not even wanting to finish the thought.

Nicholas pulls me into his arms, holding me close. “I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve woken you to tell you, but you looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” he apologizes profusely.

I nod against Nick’s chest, the tension finally loosening from my body as I cling to him. “I just… that’s what I’ve been afraid of, rolling over her in our sleep,” I admit.

“I know,” Nicholas murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “But I would never let that happen. I swear that to you,” he adds.

I take a deep breath, letting the warmth of his embrace steady me. My pulse slows down, and the overwhelming panic that had gripped me starts to dissipate, leaving me feeling drained. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N,” Nicholas says, his hand gently stroking my back. “You’re a mom. It’s normal to worry, but I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

I pull back slightly, meeting his eyes that are full of understanding. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice still shaky but filled with gratitude.

Nicholas smiles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Get some more rest, okay? Grandma’s got Colette covered.”

I nod, feeling the last remnants of panic finally fade. I glance at his script beside him and give a tired smile. “You’re memorizing lines this early?” I pry.

He chuckles. “Just passing the time until you woke up. But you come first,” he vows.

I sink back into the pillows, the warmth of Nicholas beside me a comforting presence now that the fear has passed. As I close my eyes, the world feels right again. Colette is safe, Nicholas is here, and I let myself relax fully for the first time since waking up. The panic has faded into the background, leaving only the steady hum of reassurance from my husband beside me.

[kanmom51]

JK live 27 July 2023 0:00 KST

cr./To the creators of the content used in this post.

So, this one was a pre-scheduled one. Hence the AI translation during the live itself.

As such, JK had to start at the time scheduled, and because the timing wasn't up to him, the man came to us sooooooo tired, telling us how he fell asleep and found it hard to wake up to his alarm.

But that tired feeling it kind of lingered almost throughout the whole live. He does tell us he lacks energy and I truly wonder how he managed to pull through those 2 and half hours.

And I must admit it, this live was a hard one for me to get through too. His low energy was something that effected me as well. I think it might show in this post, lol.

Not too much happened in the live. We did get a few moments worth mentioning though and a lovely lovely ending to the live as well (well a point from which JK decided it's time to end the live).

JK is wearing his bro's new line, shorts and sweatshirt.

He also has the lights dimmed and purple. He explains about the new light bulbs he has and shows them. Then tells us that the reason he has it so dark is because he woke up, saw himself and:

Like looking tired or even worse (his post workout look, lol) ever stopped him from showing himself. He adds that he's bloated (not sure that it's in the same context, but still).

Made me wonder.

The losing weight thing - ugh, it literally drives me nuts. But it's so engraved in them at this point...

Of course JK thanks army for #1 billboards.

Tells us about him going to perform on Inkigayo. Sorry, old news by now, lol.

One thing he does explain is why he's only doing Inkigayo, and that's because that was the only show his upcoming schedule could allow him to do. Meaning, man has a packed schedule coming up, probably including preparations for that second single we were told about in Suchwita.

JK said that at first he wanted to do it live, just get up on stage and perform, but

He says that and he giggles.

I wonder if he's talking about his very elaborate stage set up. You know, the one that celebrates his time in NY with JM.

Our neuro divergent prince gets caught up in the table pattern, more so the texture (that is such an ADHD thing to do). The question I beg to ask is just how often does he actually use that table not to have noticed it by now? Seeing he's supposedly been living there since April 2022 more or less. I ask this especially as towards the end of the live he once again tries to clean the table and is thoroughly surprised that's the actual table pattern.

He was asked if he's going to go back to Jung soon - not really nice and not something that JK liked in the past. JK said no. That he's actually going to cut his hair a little more.

"Did I listen to V's album yet?"..."Did V's news go up yet?" Ahm... ok, so there is news coming (when it lands let's all act surprised).

JK says he heard a couple of V's songs. He's good. They're good. That's it.

Did someone actually ask him if he wants to eat ramen? Him just answering literally, lol. But there is no way under the sun that comment was an innocent one. Yuck. And this won't be the last of the cringe worthy comments he gets during the live. He does mention how the comments are "the same" or "the same style". And we know exactly what he is talking about. I guess that even that line was crossed in the Inkigayo live.

Suchwita - enjoyed filming, well we saw that didn't we? Lol

But he tells us not to look forward to it too much because he didn't say much, mostly ate, lol. Not true JK. Not true.

JK talks about having to go exercise but then also about how there are days when you have zero energy. He felt like that, so he finished work and stayed home all day (Question is when did he finish work and what does he mean by all day. That's actually 2 questions, lol).

his knees hurt. I guess too much JM lifting can do that to you?

30 minutes in approx. he asks if he should play music. I kind of wonder how he made it this far without the distraction of the music, cause those first 30 minutes were kinda rough (as in he's so tired and a little lackluster and pulling through not without difficulty).

And then JK goes on to say that he doesn't know if it's because he's been working and being busy

but

He actually says he liked resting but after going back to work, coming home from work, to an empty apartment may I add, is not great.

Ehm and maybe it's because once again he got used to having JM by his side and being alone at Brunnen is not something that he looks forward to or enjoys or wants or finds easy to do?

Asked if he will do the challenge with Mingyu. JK, ma man, you have no idea what you started with that challenge you did with Mingyu, lol. Well, obviously he did it...

JK asked in the comments if he's happy alone, answers he's not alone. I do believe he was talking about being with army. As simple as that.

JK is such a big goofball. "I'm Iron man"...

JK watches his performance on BBC 1. Does some of the dance moves but he seems a little muted. Like I said, most of this live just felt like it lacked energy.

He does say how he felt bad that day, and it could be him not loving the performance (he nods with his head a couple of times).

He does have a good laugh at the shirt he's wearing - abs showing through the shirt, lol.

Plays Let there be love .

Ok, so JK looks up JK Seven cover and then sees AI covers, doesn't really tell us too much other than that he has heard a few and some are cool, and if you pay for it it would probably be better quality (funny to hear an artist that an AI version of themselves is cool).

And then he goes AI Jimin, which obviously popped up on his screen. Because why would it if JM wasn't part of his search logarithm to start with, lol.

Funny thing is that he looks surprised. and it's funny cause he obviously heard himself and he tells us he heard Tae, but not JM?

Maybe he preferred not to...

Or, the JM just came out because he couldn't help himself, lol.

JK talks about the Seven dance practice that was uploaded. He tells us how it was originally filmed in the Hybe practice room but he personally didn't like it. So as soon as they got to America he had them film it again.

All while he was feeling bad and achy. All while apparently there was really nothing wrong with the original recording other than him not liking it personally.

So yes folks, if anyone had doubts if this specific parallel was intended...

Other than Letter, that is. Or as the translation says Dear.Army (cannot help but wonder if JK actually calls the song by that name).

Comment: Do a seven challenge with V.

JK: I don't think V would do it.

Short and precise and moving on.

Tae did go on stage and do what? 10 seconds? Lol. But yeah, JK was surprised by that one, lol.

Surprised he came. Surprised he got up on stage and joined him.

And once again we have the weird comments - sexy shower, let's eat ramen etc. Like boundaries are non existent to these people. Yuck.

"I'm 18 today can I marry you?" JK: "I'm sorry". Like wtf dude. They should be sorry they wrote something so cringy and stupid.

Coincidence that right after that he's knocking his knuckles on the table for his JM out there for all to see?

Also, Jimin my love, JK answered the question. And it was NO! That should make you happy!!!

So, our millionaire tells us he doesn't game anymore now days and is trying to get rid of his computer. Ok, so first off, seriously? Selling it second hand? Could use the couple hundred dollars he'll get from it? Second off, is he not gaming at all or making do with what they have set up at JM's? Third, not playing at all, meaning not playing with Tae and his mates anymore?

Recommendations he says. "Watch funny BTS moments". JK: "I've already watched those..." Lol.

Question to you all:

Why does he always ask for permission to go to the loo? Lol.

What if he didn't get it?

He just couldn't stop doing the chicken voice, lol.

Clapped his mouth shut at one point too.

Dancing 7 and showing us love, lol.

At this point, we're over an hour and a half into the live and someone in the comments mentions the Love letter from army. He is really surprised by the song being released, goes looking for it and clearly hasn't seen or heard it yet.

He is moved by the song. So much so it brings him to tears. Our adorable loving JK that loves army so much it brings him to tears.

He says he's so moved, tears just flowing.

He once again mentions he hasn't seen the song before and thanks army for the song. crying a little more. and hears it again.

Second time round he is just enjoying the song, still in the feels, puffy eyes and all.

He says he knows JM saw it, explaining there is a review on the reaction (so he saw the reaction but not the song? or is the reaction up there in his recommended, cause dah, it's a JM clip and that's what dominates his search logarithm).

At this point JK talks about how he knows he is receiving love with that song. It's lovely to receive love, and that he'll memorize the song and sing it to us... waiting for it.

He really is all feely.

Continues: "to receive a song as a present from someone it's really...it's really...rare thing to get..... My heart is getting warm..."

Yes we know babe. It's rare and wonderful and you would know, wouldn't you, given this isn't the first song you have been gifted. By the love of your life.

He asks what to do. Again suggested to watch BTS funny moments, he rejects it.

Asked if he saw Barbie movie, answered not yet, but says he does want to see it.

Bam is doing well. He has to go see Bam.

Asked in the comments if he has seen the guitar JM got "I saw it I saw it".

Then JK is suggested to watch another few army songs and he does. He loves them and is moved by them and by the fact that army have created so many songs for them.

So happy, so moved...keeps singing borahae...

And then he goes and asks "should we hear JM's Dear.Army? and starts with his Jimin search, saying his name over and over again.

Knows the words by heart. Of course.

He was watching the live version. No lyrics there. It's all him.

And he is definitley in the feels.

Like deep in the feels, closing eyes little smile, looking at camera for us to see he's loving it.

And it's not about him singing, he's kind of whispering the lyrics. It's not about singing for us, it's all for himself.

And not a word about his part in the song. Nothing.

Ends with:

And still not mentioning his part in it.

Following that with repeating his JM chant - jm jaman jm jaman from the beginning, lol.

But he continues to sing the song. and then it's time to sleep.

like literally minutes earlier he said he's not tired. And now he asking if he should go to sleep. And it's time to go to sleep and does a little adlib with Letter, lol.

Oh, and "how would it sound if we sing JM letter in Kim Jang hoon's version?" the chicken version that is, lol.

But he doesn't go there.

He ends it all then and there.

I thought he wasn't tired.

Perhaps thought he could get on his bike and go to a certain someone that he just heard sing him a song forever...

Cause yep, man was in the feels.

Yeah, this one was tame and mostly uneventful. But we got him answering no to a marriage proposal (assuming that made his life partner very happy) and we got him watching JM sing letter and joining in, even though it wasn't for us. Oh no. That whole part was solely for himself. And once it was over he caught himself and bid us goodnight.

So all and all not one of his wild ones. I mean, JK gave us a run for our money only a day later with his flirt fest with JM while lying half naked in bed. And a couple later we had the savagery of JK after his Inkigayo pre-recording.

But we got this - his JM smile.

And what else do we need?

[literallydontlook]

Atonement - part 1

Pairing: Crosshair x f!sex worker!reader

Rating: Explicit (minors, skidaddle)

WC: 5.7k

Series summary: After Cody deserts, Crosshair comes to terms with his place within the Empire and the things that he’s done in its name. As the inhibitor chips begin to degrade, his building guilt finally pushes him to defect himself. Life on the run is harder than he imagined, but he’s found moments of comfort and true peace from an unlikely source. Can he ever atone for the crimes he’s committed or is he condemned to a lifetime of guilt?

Series CW: canon typical violence, swearing, sex work, lots of negative self talk, PiV, masturbation (m and f), probably oral at some point; reader has a back story but no physical descriptions; lmk if I missed anything

Unwhitewash the bad batch disclaimer: these guys are straight up white in the show and that is not ok with me. My descriptions and headers are made to combat canon designs. If you don’t like that pls leave.

A/N: SOOOOOOO ONCE AGAIN I’m on my Crosshair shit even though almost 0 of my followers are here for this. I wanted to explore what it would take for him to find redemption. TO BE CLEAR a lot of the stuff he says on the show and his attitude and superiority complex in canon are straight up disgusting, but I can’t help but wonder if I’d be strong enough to defect if I were put into a similar situation. In an age where we are so quick to condemn people for their mistakes (god knows I’ve made my share), how can we nurture the good in people instead of pushing them farther away? Also I was horny lol

—

Sharp eyes scan the cantina over the rim of his drink. Others are like him — sitting at tables obscured by the darkness. They’re scheming and dealing, keeping low profiles as they search for their next gigs. The dim lighting blurs their faces and the air is hazy with smoke. But Crosshair still sees everything.

But he also listens.

“…Black Sun…—ot take kindly to…”

“…we’ll need a qui—….to pick off…”

“I don’t want no part of…-mperial control…”

There are a number of promising-sounding leads and he indulges in a little bit of cautious optimism. It’s been 2 months since he’d defected and two rotations since he’s eaten. He never thought he’d ever miss the Imperial slop they served at the mess, but it’s starting to sound pretty good right about now. His stomach rumbles.

Finding jobs was proving to be more difficult than he’d anticipated, especially for a man looking to disappear from the Empire. Most bounty hunters belong to the Guild, but he can’t risk leaving that kind of a record. It leaves him with the kinds of jobs that are actively avoiding official channels.

A spineless-looking gentleman dressed far too expensively for the establishment looks over his shoulder before taking a seat across from Crosshair. He runs a hand through greasy, slicked back hair and fiddles with the gaudy rings on his fingers, twisting them nervously. Crosshair acknowledges him with a silent nod.

“That’s quite a rifle you’ve got there,” he says, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Crosshair hums in response, taking a sip of his drink. The man looks around again and dabs at the sweat around his neck before leaning in.

“I’m looking for some help,” he says, voice lowered to almost a whisper. There’s an awkward silence as he waits for a response but he’s met with Crosshair’s usual brand of stoicism.

He waits for the man to continue and it takes almost all of his willpower not to roll his eyes and scoff. “What’s the job,” he asks finally.

“Ah, yes — well, I’m looking for someone who can be discreet. This cannot be traced back to me,” he says, looking over his shoulder again, “and my associate spoke very highly of you.”

Crosshair narrows his eyes. “And who, exactly, is this associate?”

He leans further over the small table, lowering his voice even further. “Gini Millegi,” he whispers conspiratorially.

“Hmm…” Crosshair considers this information carefully while absentmindedly stirring his drink with a toothpick. Millegi was a notorious gangster in the region who’d hired him for a hit just a few weeks ago. Something about rival gang politics — he couldn’t care less, to be honest. The pay was good and the job was surprisingly easy. What more could he ask for?

The man clears his throat and Crosshair’s returning glare nearly burns a hole in his forehead. “Go on,” he says impatiently. The man jumps in his seat and pats down his pockets nervously.

“The target will be at Safa Toma, just across town tomorrow.” He frowns, mumbling something to himself before exclaiming, “The little brat — she can’t just waltz in here out of nowhere and take our family’s hard-earned fortune! Who does she think she is?!”

He closes his eyes and places a hand over his heart dramatically.

“My father is not long for this world and she needs to be eliminated before he passes.”

Crosshair holds up a hand, “Spare me the details. What’s the bounty?” He didn’t need to hear a long winded story about greedy families vying for an inheritance. The less he knows, the better.

The man sits back and huffs indignantly. “Five thousand credits. Double if you can make it look like an accident.”

Five thousand credits. That's enough to buy some stability for at least a month. He locks eyes with the man and something in the pit of his stomach turns as he considers the proposition. It sounds easy enough, but he’s learned quickly that in this line of work, nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

Especially when the client is avoiding official Guild channels.

His stomach grumbles.

“Fine. But I want fifty percent up front. Those are my terms,” he says, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest. “You won’t find a more discreet hunter.”

The man hesitates, chewing on the inside of his cheek in consideration. Finally, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a coarsely woven bag. He sets it on the table, but his hand lingers over it. “How do I know you won’t just run off with the credits?” He asks with narrowed eyes.

Crosshair plucks it from below his palm. “You don’t.”

—

Safa Toma is boisterous, a hub of raucous activity and a host of unsavory characters. The main draw is riot racing, a dangerous sport akin to Tatooine’s pod racing with the addition of officially sanctioned weapons usage. Crosshair had heard of it. Many clients in his new line of work were enthusiastic participants with racers of their own, but he’d never had an interest. The place is decidedly too cacophonic for his taste.

He peers at the stadium through his scope, searching for the reflective discs he’d strategically placed the night before. With any luck, he’d be able to mask his location with a shot rebounded from the opposite direction.

He’s perched high on an abandoned building, several kliks away. By now, the toothpick dangling from his lips is gnarled and ready to snap. He can’t shake his nerves and the vague feeling of foreboding he’s had about this job. His commlink crackles to life.

“The target is en route to the viewing suite. Do you remember the hand signals?” His client’s voice is low and his speech is rushed, nervous and impatiently demanding some sort of comfort to placate his anxious energy.

Crosshair rolls his eyes before responding. His scope swings across the stadium in search of a group matching the provided description. An older, heavier-set woman with a severe expression and dressed impeccably. Another woman in expensive robes and perfectly coiffed hair carrying a small child. And two greasy-looking men in suits wearing jewelry worth more than Crosshair’s entire ship.

“I have a visual. Awaiting your signal.”

The link goes silent as he watches the client dart out from behind a column and speed walk down the hallway to catch up, arms pinned rigidly to his sides in a ridiculously short strut.

So much for playing it cool.

Now that they’re all together, it’s clear that these people are the client’s family. The resemblance between him and the two men is unmistakable. And they’ve all clearly inherited the older woman’s chin, who he figures is their mother. The connection to the younger woman and the toddler is less clear.

He’s focused on tracking the group but registers the sound of stray blaster fire and a unified gasp from the crowd. The announcer’s voice booms and even from this distance, Crosshair can hear it.

“A friendly reminder to all our spectators: be mindful of blaster fire. Safa Toma Speedway is not liable for any injury, death, or disintegration. Thank you.”

He absentmindedly rolls his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. Hmm, he thinks, that’d be a convenient cover if the timing is right. Maybe I can double the bounty after all.

Steadily, he follows their movements with his scope until they reach the suite. The two men plop down on a luxurious looking sofa and turn on a large screened TV, where they’re able to watch several sporting events at once. The client pulls out a seat next to the window for the younger woman and Crosshair tenses in preparation, recognizing that this placement is surely intentional. She must be the target.

She sits and places who Crosshair assumes is her daughter on the ground. The child toddles towards the window, pressing her small, chubby hands against the glass, looking down at the speedway with wide, innocent eyes.

He exhales a stuttered breath and closes his eyes.

The kid will be fine, he reassures himself. The family’s loaded anyway.

When he peers through the scope again, he sees the client approach the child, kneeling down to meet her eye level. He places a hand on her shoulder and gestures down toward the track with three fingers, wagging them three times.

Crosshair sucks in a breath.

The hand signal.

Maker. What in Malachor has he gotten himself into? The toothpick snaps between his gritted teeth as he focuses on the small child. She ohs and ahs, clapping clumsily as the speeders pass by. And as if she knew he was there, she turns towards Crosshair’s position, looking straight into his scope and smiles.

Finger hovering over the trigger, he contemplates the job. He’s so close to the easiest payout of his life, but he’s struggling to make the shot. His head begins to throb violently.

Just do the job.

The faces of every innocent child he’d ever executed flashes in his mind.

You must do what needs to be done.

“You know what makes us different from battle droids?”

Just fucking pull the trigger.

“We make our own decisions. Our own choices.”

You were born for this.

“And we have to live with them, too.”

The pain crescendos — an acute, stabbing — until he can’t take it anymore, releasing his rifle with a clatter as he grits his teeth and sits back, hands gripping his scalp and eyes squeezed shut.

He can’t do it.

He won’t.

—

It’s late by the time Crosshair arrives at the agreed-upon meeting spot. The sun has long set and the only respite from the bite of cold evening air is the occasional puff of putrid-smelling steam released from an underground pipe. He leans against the damp alley wall, eyes cast downward. Anger and frustration swirl but at who and about what? He’s not sure.

His brooding is interrupted by the splash of stomping feet approaching. The client is cloaked, a hood pulled over his head, but Crosshair doesn’t need to see his face to know that he’s pissed.

“What the kriff happened back there?”

“You failed to mention the target was a child,” he growls, jabbing a finger into his chest.

The client, seeming to forget Crosshair’s physical advantage in this altercation, doubles down on his outrage.

“What happened to ‘spare me the details’?!” He shouts, slapping away the accusatory hand. “What part of non-Guild work do you not understand?”

The toothpick in his mouth snaps in frustration, knowing it’s his own fault for taking this job, so he only responds with a silent glare.

“I’m not a child murderer,” he seethes. He pulls the burner commlink from his belt pocket and throws it on the floor, crushing it under his heel.

Not anymore, he thinks.

The client rears back with his jaw hanging open. He points a condemnatory finger towards the sniper.

“You —“ he shrieks, “you’ll pay for this.”

“Enjoy the fucking credits. I hope it’s worth it,” he says darkly before spitting at his feet and disappearing into a mysterious speeder just arrived at the end of the alleyway.

The leather of his gloves squeak as he tightens a fist and inhales slowly through his nose. He exhales a steadying breath and closes his eyes.

At least he’s got the deposit.

The coarsely woven bag sits heavy in his other hand but lifts a weight from his shoulders. Enough credits for a few weeks. He stares blankly at it until his stomach protests, reminding him that he’s close to death. He lets his feet take him to his next destination.

His boots splash murky puddle water as he mindlessly travels to the closest source of food. The shop is crowded but the warm, comforting smell of stewed nuna and protatoes is too enticing to ignore on such a frigid night.

He waits in the crudely formed line outside. There’s no indoor seating, only a dark window where credits are exchanged for a piping hot bowl of stew passed anonymously by a clawed hand. A Rodian man shoulders his way past Crosshair and anger flashes hot in his chest before the hollowness in his weakened limbs reminds him of his vulnerability.

The air is moist by the time he gets his bowl, the hazy fog settling heavily and blurring his surroundings. He finds privacy in an unoccupied alley to enjoy his meal and absorb its warmth. After the first taste, his eyes widen before he tilts the bowl back and gulps the stew ravenously, nearly choking on the large chunks of meat.

He tosses his trash into a dumpster and begins the long trek back to his ship, docked outside the city’s limits. He hasn’t had enough credits for docking fees and had been making the long journey into town by foot each day.

He absentmindedly scans the fliers posted to a communications pole. It seems like a popular spot judging by the absence of any free space. Some locations are stacked thick with flimsi and everything is damp from the dewy droplets formed on the metal shaft. Many fliers are out of date — faded and torn, pasted over by newer announcements and ads.

Lost Tooka - REWARD. Last seen at central market.

Waste removal services. Discreet and quick. Comm for pricing.

Rhodian Underground LIVE at the Spotchka A GoGo

Midtown Inn — long term and nightly rates available

Crosshair digs into his utility belt, fumbling for the credits. Weighing the bag in one hand, he deliberates his lodging options as he calculates the cost of ship repairs and ammo and food. His body aches and the thought of sleeping on a real bed is tempting, to say the least.

He looks at the time, knowing he’s got another hour or so until he reaches the ship. He makes a spontaneous decision to stay in town, allowing himself to indulge for one night. It’s a short walk to the Midtown Inn, but by the time he gets there, the “no” has been illuminated on their vacancy sign.

He sighs. Just his luck.

He runs a hand over his head, his shoulders sagging in defeat, as he looks around for another option. The immediate surroundings look like a bust. Just closed businesses shuttered for the night.

The inn itself is tucked into the neighborhood, surrounded by a maze of small streets and alleys that eventually link up to the main road. He’s not sure anymore what the fastest route would be so he takes an educated guess and follows the small road past more closed shops below crumbling housing, using the tracking equipment in his vambrace as a guide.

He’s so focused on the little red dot on the radar that he nearly misses it.

The repeating pattern of one junk building after another is finally broken by a small pathway nestled between two closed restaurants. It’s remarkably void of trash. In fact, everything he can see of it from the road is uncharacteristically pleasant. He stares at it for a long time, looking back at his vambrace to determine if this could lead to the main road.

He approaches it skeptically, standing at the mouth of it and finding it to be very well maintained.

Cautiously, he follows the path, each side flanked by tall, solid stone walls that tower even above his significant height. They’re lined with lamps hung close to the ground where they cast a warm, otherworldly glow, keeping most of the way shrouded in darkness. The tranquility here is a sharp contrast to the grit of the rest of Ord Mantell City. He feels as if he’s entering a secret space and he’s careful to stay vigilant as he travels deeper down the path.

Finally, he reaches a crossroads. To the left, the path continues, turning sharply around a corner and out of sight. To his right stands a nondescript two story building, perhaps a house. On one side a large tree’s branches reach up and over its flat roof. And while the walls are painted a dark color, adding to the home’s mystery, there’s something welcoming about it. There aren’t many windows, but the lights are on in most of them, the curtains all drawn shut. Barely visible, painted in a hue just one tint lighter than the walls, is a small sign reading “House of Desire - walk ins welcome” in aurebesh.

Ah.

He thinks again about the credits in his pocket. Doesn’t he deserve one night of relief? He could certainly use it.

Reluctantly, he approaches the door and stands at the entrance. The cylindrical eye of a TT-8L gatekeeper droid extends abruptly from the peephole, focusing on Crosshair’s face before quickly retreating with a slam. The door slides open.

The entryway opens directly into a comfortable living room with a plush sofa set behind a low, circular holo table. A set of stairs runs parallel against the back wall where he sees two sets of legs disappearing up to the second floor. An older pantoran woman stands regally at the center of it all, her hands clasped low in front of her body.

“Welcome to the House of Desire. How can I help you?” She asks, motioning for him to take a seat.

Crosshair reluctantly approaches the sofa, carefully unholstering his rifle so he can sit comfortably. The woman seems entirely unbothered by his armored appearance and weapon as she takes a seat across from him.

“Can I offer you anything to drink? Perhaps an herbal tea?”

He simply nods and she immediately comms someone to bring them a pot.

“It’s your first time here, I gather,” she says with a smile, tapping the table’s control panel and projecting a menu of options. “Let’s start with some questions,” she suggests.

Crosshair visibly stiffens and she smiles knowingly, “Don’t worry, we understand the…sensitive nature of our business. There's no need to divulge your full identity here, only what’s necessary to ensure the safety of our girls.”

He hums in acknowledgement as she asks him for a name, to which he declines, instead opting for an identification number — ironic choice for a clone who’d only ever wanted to be recognized as a person, but different times and all that.

She conducts a full health screening, including a body scan for signs of contagious infections and disease. Finding him healthy, she takes note in his registration file as she explains the rules of conduct within the House. He agrees, signing his newly issued identification number.

“Alright, that about does it,” she says, navigating the holotable program to a roster of the House’s available girls (although the word “girls” is a fairly restrictive industry term it seems, as the catalog features people of all life forms and genders). He peruses a catalog of full body, three dimensional holos, each one including detailed information about their specialties, likes, and dislikes.

The options feel endless and he swipes through each one almost mindlessly, trying to narrow down his criteria. It seems like there’s something for everyone here.

He’s on the verge of making a random selection until one catches his eye. He’s not sure exactly what draws him to you specifically, as many of the girls are what he’d consider pretty — he wouldn’t have a hard time getting in the mood with many of them, truthfully. But there’s something about your entry that makes him stop and piques his interest more than the others.

He silently glances at the madame and she smiles, making note of his selection in his file and sending a message to you.

“Oh, you’ll like her,” she says, pulling a small card from the holo table. She hands it to him before inviting him to follow her up the stairs.

“This is your membership chit. Bring it whenever you visit,” she explains, “you can also plug it into your data pad to make appointments with or contact any girls you’ve had sessions with before.”

He pockets the chit as they walk up the stairs and down the hall to a door marked simply with the number 04.

She knocks gently and a voice answers from within, granting permission to enter. The door slides open to a dimly lit bedroom awash in the dreamy, soothing glow of candlelight. Taking a tentative step inside, he immediately feels his tense shoulders relax as he breathes in the light scent of jogan-blossoms and Felucian jasmine. The gentle plucking of strings, the song more atmospheric than melodic, plays quietly in the background.

“Enjoy your visit.”

Crosshair whips his head around, startled from his reverie by the madadme’s farewell. She shuts the door with a swish, leaving him suddenly feeling very self aware of how dirty his armor is.

“Please make yourself comfortable,” a voice calls from the adjoining refresher, “you can store your rifle and armor in the wardrobe. Unless you’d prefer to keep it on.”

Still hesitant, he finds the aforementioned wardrobe and shrugs off his weapon, next unclipping each piece of armor slowly. Once down to his bodysuit, he looks around the room feeling uncertain about his decision but ultimately resigned to it. He sits down on the sofa, hands clasped together and body hunched over, one leg bouncing anxiously in anticipation.

“Well hello there.”

He stills before finally lifting his gaze. Fuck. You’re even more beautiful in person. The holo doesn’t do you justice.

You walk towards him slowly, exaggerating the sway of your hips, each step shifting the hem of your deep red negligée in the most tantalizing way. This thing was designed specifically to send him to an early grave — he’s sure of it.

You stop in front of him, trying to suppress a smile, mirth dancing in your eyes. He realizes his jaw has been hanging open and he shuts it immediately, averting his eyes. Caught.

“May I?” You ask with a chuckle, motioning to the seat beside him. He continues to avoid your gaze but nods once.

Cautiously, you lay a hand on his bicep.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” you coo, “you can look. Isn’t that why we’re both here?”

He’s got a lot of shame and pride, you think to yourself when he doesn’t acknowledge you.

You smooth your hand up to his shoulder and down his back, feeling the defined muscle beneath your palms.

“Let’s get the boring stuff out of the way first,” you say, shifting to a more businesslike tone. He finally turns to look at you. “Lay down some ground rules and talk about what you want to do.”

You forge ahead. “I ask all my guests to wear a biosheath for the duration of our sessions.” You reach into a jar sitting on a side table, pulling out a foil packet and handing it to him. He accepts it with a silent nod and you smile, pleased that he seems unphased by this request. A good sign.

“Additionally — and I’ll understand if you’d like to find another girl — I will not kiss my guests on the mouth.”

Crosshair raises a brow, surprised by this rule, but nods in agreement. You sigh with relief.

“At any time, you and I are able to renegotiate any activity if either of us begins to feel uncomfortable.

I like to use a color system. Red means stop. Yellow for proceed with caution. And green for go. Does that work for you?”

Another nod.

You laugh. “Talkative I see.”

He shoots you a withering look and you laugh harder.

You move to stand in front of him, using a gentle hand to push him back against the seat.

“Relax,” you say lowly as you swing a leg over his lap to straddle him, running your palms up his firm chest. “Is this okay?”

You grind your hips down against his experimentally, feeling him grow hard beneath his pants. His breath hitches and you take this moment to firmly place his hands on your waist.

“Is that a yes?” You ask, only to be met with obstinance and his silent, piercing gaze. You tsk, “I need to know you want this.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes, “why else would I be here?”

What a brat.

“People come here for all kinds of reasons,” you explain, soothing your hands over his shoulders. “Some people come to watch or be watched,” you grind down again, nipping at his ear, “some people just want me to hold their hand.”

“Now,” you whisper, “what about you? What do you want?” You ask, letting your breath fan against his neck. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat attempting to adjust himself, but there’s no hiding how turned on he is beneath the skin tight bodysuit.

Truthfully, he hadn’t thought this far. The entire journey had been fairly spontaneous and he didn’t think he’d have, well, options. He’s never had options before. Not any so straightforwardly given anyway.

You crawl off of his lap, dancing your fingers along his shoulders as you circle the sofa to drape your arms around him from behind. Your hands explore his upper body and you feel his muscles begin to relax when you massage his neck.

“I…want to watch you,” he says finally. “And then I want to fuck you until you scream.”

You hum in agreement. “That sounds like a good plan. You’re so tense,” you muse, digging your thumb into a particularly large knot. He groans involuntarily — something between pleasure and pain.

“How about a massage first? Then you can watch me play with myself.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, palming himself over his pants. You smile impishly.

“I’m gonna take that as an enthusiastic ‘yes’,” you tease, leading him to the bed and slipping your fingers below the hem of his top. He pulls it over his head, and you nearly gasp. Brown skin pulled taut over some…significant muscle development has your eyes bulging. You thought his body suit was leaving nothing to the imagination but apparently there was much more to see.

Maker, you think to yourself.

It’s now his turn to smirk, making you look away embarrassed, caught off guard.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” he teases, “you can look. Isn’t that why we’re both here?”

You roll your eyes. “Get on the bed.”

He doesn’t respond, but he smirks at you knowingly as he lies face-down.

“So tell me,” you start, massaging the scented oil over a particularly nasty scar across his shoulder blade, “what do you do for work? I’m guessing you’re a bounty hunter.”

“…something like that,” he answers evasively. You hum thoughtfully, finally deciding to cater to his preference for silence as you work over his tired muscles.

He sighs and you smile to yourself, pleased to be able to offer this man some relief. You crawl onto the bed, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle his back as you continue.

Your fingers work into a tattoo of a skull over the number 99 written in aurebesh and you wonder about its meaning knowing you shouldn’t push him too much. The man is like a stray, injured tooka — skittish and deeply suspicious but desperately in need of affection and attention.

“What? No more inane questions?”

You chuckle - Maker this man is infuriating. “Tons. But I won’t pry. You’ll tell me everything I want to know in your own time.”

He scoffs, “Awfully confident, aren’t we?”

You only smile and hum in response as you dig your fingers into a particularly tense knot of muscle. He hisses, turning his head in an attempt to scowl at you. You laugh.

It’s not everyday you’re actually attracted to a guest, but there’s definitely a level of sexual chemistry here that’s unusual for your experience. His kriffing back of all things is getting you hot and bothered. Without even realizing it, you begin to grind yourself down on his ass, your breath growing heavy as you mewl softly.

Crosshair can feel you becoming needy and it makes him feel ready to burst. He’s been rock hard since you’ve entered the room and he knows that if he so much as ruts into the mattress he’ll come in his pants like some shiny fresh from Kamino.

He growls, finally flipping you over and caging you in between his arms.

“I said I wanted to watch,” he breathes, pupils blown wide with lust. You swallow and nod, almost paralyzed by his hungry gaze, before he releases you.

He pulls up a chair and takes a seat, lounging with his legs spread wide and one hand cupping his bulge. Grabbing the hem of your negligée, you begin to pull it off but he stops you suddenly.

“Leave it on.”

He looks like a king. The way one arm drapes casually over the seat’s back. The way his eyes devour you. Everything about him thrills you, shooting electricity down your spine. It’s been ages since you’ve felt this nervous energy performing for a guest.

You make a show of it. Biting your lip and massaging your breasts. You tweak a nipple and mewl in pleasure as your chest begins to heave with heavy breaths.

“Fuck, kitten, yes” he groans, using every ounce of self control not to stroke himself, “play with your pretty pussy. Show me what you like.”

Obediently, you sit back against the pillows, letting your legs fall open to put yourself on display. You pull your soaking panties to the side and run your fingers through your glistening folds to gather the wetness. Without breaking eye contact, you bring them to your lips and dart your tongue out to lick them before sucking with an obscene moan.

Crosshair grinds his teeth together so hard they nearly break. He doesn’t even know what to focus on anymore. The outline of your pebbled nipples through the silky fabric? Your lips wrapped deliciously around your fingers? The other hand rubbing circles over your clit?

“Fuck your fingers,” he demands, voice painfully strained. You obey, releasing your fingers with a pop before plunging them into your cunt. “Such a fucking good girl,” he praises.

You can’t help but to cry out in frustration as you try to reach that impossible place within you, working both hands feverishly to chase your high.

“That’s right, kitten, is that how you like it? Add another finger for me,” he grits.

You comply, panting heavily, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Before you know it you hear the violent clattering of the chair being upturned. You feel his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking your hand away. Your cry of frustration quickly morphs into one of pleasure as he plunges two fingers into your tight hole, scissoring them until you snap, coming with a scream as his fingers fuck your through your high.

By the time you’re able to see him again through heavy lids and the aftershocks of your orgasm have subsided, he’s desperately rolling the biosheath down his thick cock.

“Hands and knees,” he rasps, barely in control of his desire.

You scramble to obey, arching your back deliciously and presenting yourself to him with a wiggle of your ass. He kneads your cheeks, reverently admiring the way his fingers sink into the plush meat there.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. Fuck me,” you respond breathlessly.

Grabbing you firmly by the hips, he finally guides himself into your waiting heat and, finding no resistance, sheathes himself to the hilt in one stroke.

You both groan in unison as he stretches you open for the first time.

He hunches over you, fondling your breasts. “I won’t be gentle,” he whispers into your ear. He feels your walls clench around him as he ruts into you.

“Good,” you breathe.

Fuck, you’re going to be the death of him.

Raising himself back up, he grips your hips and begins to pound into you mercilessly, taking out years of pent up frustration as his fingers dig deep into your flesh. For the first time in a long time, he feels in control, using you for his own pleasure.

“You’re such a fucking good girl. Listen so well. Letting me destroy this tight cunt,” he growls.

You can do nothing but grip the sheets as he pistons his hips into you, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each thrust. You’re sure the other girls can hear it. The lewd squelching. The slap of his hips against your ass. Your pathetic moans. Apparently this man is silent except during sex.

“Yes. I’ll do anything you ask, sir. Make me feel so good,” you mewl. His rhythm begins to falter as he reaches his high, finally plunging himself deeply as he comes undone. His release triggers your own and you scream, your walls clamping down on his cock, milking him until he’s spent.

Panting, he pulls out, carefully removing the biosheath and disposing of it, only to collapse back onto the mattress when he returns.

“Maker,” you breathe with a hand resting on your sweaty forehead, “that was —that was…“ you laugh in disbelief as you struggle to catch your breath. He doesn’t respond so you enjoy a moment to come down from your high.

The candlelight is beginning to dim as some candles flicker out. The music has long since reached its last track. The two of you lay in contented silence for some time as you softly caress his bare skin, walking your fingers up his arms and smoothing your hand down his back in soothing motions.

You get an inkling when you feel his pliant body first becoming tense beneath your touch.

Before you know it, he’s trembling, his shoulders shaking more and more violently as he begins to sob. It starts as silently but soon devolves into wretched cries, his voice rough with pain. You gather him into your arms, letting him hide his face in your neck as you cradle him, gently rocking your body until you both fall asleep.

—

By the time your alarm chirps and the sun begins to stream in through the curtains, he’s gone. You wake up to an empty bed and a stack of credits on the nightstand.

You lay back down, clasping your hands behind your head and sigh contentedly.

You wonder if you’ll ever see him again.

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A/N: 🫠 uh i Guess i hope you enjoyed?

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Kinktober 2023 Day 7 Virginity

The Ghost and Molly McGee

Molly and Ollie decide to take the next big step in their relationship

requested by @woodstockwilde

written for @kinktober2023

This story is rated E for explicit. It is for mature audiences only. All characters are over 18. NSFW under the cut.

It was a beautiful autumn day at Brighton Community College. Despite it being early October, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and Molly McGee was experiencing none of that because she was too busy letting Ollie Chen get to second base.

Ollie’s hand was under her shirt but over her bra. His gropes were inexperienced and curious but gentle and careful. A burning pleasure rose in Molly's chest.

"Aw Ollie," She said between kisses. "This feels sooooooo good. I want more."

"Do you want me to touch your other boob?"

"No. I mean, yes I want you to touch my other boob. But what I really mean is, I want to go all the way. Like sex." She whispered the last part despite being twenty.

"Oh, do you want to do it now? Cause I don't have any, you know, protection."

"Well, we shouldn't do it now anyways. There's no atmosphere! We need to set up something special." Molly took Ollie’s hand.

He kissed her gently. "You’re right. So, ah, what is a good time?"

She thought for a moment. "Tuesday good?"

And so the days flew by, Molly did her best to prepare. Roses, lighting check in her apartment. She got her hair done. And she even got waxed downstairs. Everything was going to be perfect.

Tuesday came, and Molly feggited, waiting for Ollie. When a knock came to her dome room she rushed to greet her boyfriend Ollie.

"Flowers." His was a bouquet of a variety of flowers. "I see you already got some." Her bed had a rather large pile of rose petals on it.

"You know, just wanted things to be romantic."

"They are." Molly melted into his kiss.

Molly guided him to her bed. Pushing the petals out of the way, the two laid down on the bed. "I have a surprise for you." She pulled up the bottom of her little black dress, showing her bald pussy to her boyfriend for the first time. "I-I thought it would be sexy, to-to, ah, go commando," Molly said, completely red faced.

She then pulled down the top until the dress was around her legs, which she kicked the piece of clothing onto the floor. Molly had never really developed like her friends did, leaving her with a rather modest A-cups. But Ollie still looked at them like it was the greatest treasure in the world. "I showed you mine, now you show me yours."

In a flash Ollie took off her jacket and shirt. While not muscular, he had a nice lean body to him. "Ooh, that's the stuff," Molly said while touching his belly.

He was a bit slower taking off his pants. Unlike his girlfriend, Ollie did indeed wear underwear. A pair of black and grey boxer-shorts. His erection was already bulging in the front. Drooling, Molly took off his boxers. His dick bounced right up. He did have a bit of hair, but not much. Her eyes went wide. While she had seen them in porn, Molly had never seen one in person.

"So, should we start?" Ollie asked.

"Not quite. My vagina needs to 'warm up' first." At least that's what all the online articles Molly read told her.

"How do I do that?"

"Here." Molly guided his hand to her sex. At her instruction, Ollie inserted two fingers into her. Molly yelped at the penetration.

Ollie started to understand why it was 'warm up' as her pussy really did warm up. Not only that, but it became slimmer too. Once he was sure she was wet enough, he pulled his fingers out. A trail of slick connected his fingers to her lower lips.

It was time. "Ollie did you bring protection?"

He looked into her eyes. "Of course." He pulled out a ray gun. "The ghostgotter 37 should provide ample-"

Molly shoved his shoulder. "That’s not what I meant, you butt."

"OK, ok." Ollie pulled a box of condoms from his discarded jacket.

Molly blushed. "Do we really need that many?"

He rubbed the back of his head. "I just worried we needed extras." He took one out. Opening the wrapper, he put the thin rubber over his erection. Molly cooed. He didn't expect that response.

"Please don't coo at my dick."

"I'm sorry. But it looks adorable in a condom. Like it's wearing a little hazmat suit." She grabbed his member and bobbed it around. "Ooh, slimier than I thought." Ollie was laying down on the bed while Molly was hovering over him. "Alright, let's do this." Holding the base on his cock, she lowered herself down; impaling herself of his wrapped manhood.

Like what she was warned of, it did hurt. Not a lot though. It was like a big pinch in her privates.

Something must have shown on her face, cause Ollie asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," She answered honestly. "Let's just keep going." Molly reached the bottom, fully taking him in. "Sweet baby corn," She muttered under her breath.

After gathering her breath, Molly started slowly bouncing on Ollie. He tried putting his hands on her hips, but Molly lowered them to her cute patoot.

With each bounce, Molly's vagina was feeling more comfortable with Ollie’s cock in her. She started to pick up pace.

"Hey Molly? There's, aw, bleeding down there."

"Yeah, it happens, ah, during a girl's first time."

As they continued to fuck their breaths became more ragged and their bodies more sweaty. Molly could feel the pleasure building in her crotch. She was really starting to see the appeal to this.

"Aw, aw, shit. Ollie, I think I'm cumming."

"Me-Me too. Fuck, Molly I-"

Their orgasms took them. Molly's wall spammed around Ollie’s cock, milking him as he filled the condom with his seed.

Molly collapsed on top of him. Ollie held her tight, pressing their naked bodies together. They both caught their breaths.

"Oh, oh Ollie that was… wow!"

“Yeah. I love you Molly.”

“I love you too. Hey could you…” She pointed down at his dick, still in her vagina.

“Oh, right.” He slowly removed his cock. Her sex quivered as he pulled the bulge of sperm in the end of his condom out.

“Wow that’s a lot.”

“Ah, thanks?” Ollie pulled the condom, carefully so he didn’t spill anything, off. Tying up the end, he tossed it to the trash can. “I need to pee.”

“Me too. I call dibs.” And Molly ran off toward the bathroom.

[pepper-up-potion]

I’ve got the time (Cedric Diggory x gn!reader)

Summary: Cedric stays up with you until you’re ready to tell him what’s wrong.

Warnings: Sad reader, maybe a little insecure. Some angst I guess but it’s more fluff. Reader and Cedric live together (not sure if that needs a warning but I’ll put it just to be safe). Probably grammar mistakes because I didn’t proofread it. Let me know if I’m missing any.

Word count: 1331

A/n: This is sooooooo self indulgent. I hope it brings comfort to others too. I’ve been wanting to write for Cedric since I started writing. He’s one of my comfort characters and I thought he was very fitting for this fic.

Cedric peaked his head around the doorframe looking down at you. You sat with your back supported by the kitchen cupboards below the sink and your legs stretched out in a “v” on the hardwood floor.

“Don’t.” you growled as you spotted him out of the corner of your eye. Cedric didn’t flinch. He didn’t move. He didn’t say a thing. He just continued to look at you.

You took a deep inhale, your nostrils widening as air filled your lungs. You let out a loud exhale, almost like an exasperated sigh. You turned your head away from the doorway, blocking Cedric from your field of vision.

You first spotted Cedric’s shadow on the cupboard in front of you before you saw him in your vision once more. He quietly settled across from you, imitating your position by leaning on the oven door and spreading out his legs.

The room remained silent for quite some time. Minutes passed and Cedric never pushed you to tell him what was going on, and you never explained to him what was wrong.

Eventually Cedric placed his palms flat on the ground by his side and used them to push off and start to stand, presumably heading back to bed.

“Don’t.” You pleaded this time. You spoke hurriedly, almost in a panic. Cedric slowly controlled himself back down to the ground and looked at you with curiosity. While you were sure he was worried about you, after waking up to an empty bed, only to find you laying on the kitchen floor; you still felt a comforting certitude in his presence. It’s like Cedric was communicating to you that he was here for you even if he didn’t quite know how to be. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t said anything for the past fifteen minutes.

You finally peeled your eyes from the cracks in the wooden floor to Cedric’s face. His eyes widened excitedly for a moment, before he returned to a soft and neutral stare.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Your voice was rough and weaker than you’d hoped. Cedric nodded once but offered no other response. Maybe he was prompting you to continue or perhaps he was simply acknowledging your statement. Which ever it was, you fell silent again.

Cedric repeated his movements to help him stand, finally getting onto his feet. He reached for the metal kettle on the stove and walked over to the sink. You shifted a little for him to be able to stand in front of the sink. He shot a sympathetic glance to you as the kettle filled with water. After placing it on the stove and starting the burner, he opened the cupboard next to the stove and pulled out two mugs, setting them on the counter.

Shooting you one last soft and loving look Cedric walked out of the kitchen and out of sight. His look reassured you that he would come back. You heard shuffling in the living room before Cedric’s head peaked into the kitchen. He frowned and scanned the kitchen pretending to look for you. Finally he moves his gaze down to you and jumps back, pretending to be startled.

A short lived fit of giggles slipped past your lips unexpectedly. Cedric’s eyes went bright, like a kid in a candy store. He walked over to you and stepped over your first leg to stand between your spread legs. He had two large blankets tucked under one arm. He stretched out his free arm silently asking you to take his hand. The uncomfortable hardwood floor was starting to stiffen your muscles, you thought maybe it would be good to stretch your legs a little.

Grabbing his hand, Cedric gently pulled you off the floor and onto your feet. Cedric interlaced your hands and guided you out of the kitchen and out into the backyard. He prompted you to sit into one of the lawn chairs before wrapping one of the blankets around your shoulders and tucking in around your legs. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Thought the fresh air could do you some good.” He whispered. His voice was as comforting as a warm embrace. Tears started to sting your eyes. You dipped your head avoiding his gaze. He squeezed your shoulder before walking back into the house.

You fiddled with the hem of your blanket and let a few tears slide down your cheeks as you waited. He came back out holding two hot cups of tea. You graciously wrapped your hands around the mug. Your fingers tingled as the heat warmed your cold hands.

Cedric sat in the chair next to you and wrapped a blanket around his legs with his free hand. He held his mug out for you to clink with yours. He then raised his mug as if to say cheers before taking a sip of his tea and nodding. The whole sight was adorable, you smiled a little for the first time in a while.

“It’s just right, not too hot.” He sounded proud of himself, like he knew the tea he made wouldn’t cause you more harm.

You took a sip and closed your eyes as the hot liquid warmed your chest. The tea was sweet and gentle, like a hand cupping a cheek. You drank it slowly, every sip loosening the tight knot in your chest. You inhaled deeply, the cool air contrasting with the warm tea. The fresh and sharp feeling of the air in your lungs made you feel alive. Cedric placed his hand on your knee, he didn’t say anything, just wanted you to know he was still there, still with you.

“Can you not sleep?” You asked after your mind had drifted to the early hour of the morning.

“No, I can.” He stated simply.

“Then shouldn’t you be doing that?” There was a sudden pang in your chest as you realized he was staying up for you.

“I could, but I thought you’d like a little company.” His voice was soft and compassionate, there wasn’t a hint of bitterness or annoyance like you might have expected. Cedric had never done anything for you to suppose him to be angry but maybe you were just assuming the worst.

“I don’t want you to lose sleep because of me.” You said feeling guilty.

Cedric downed the rest of his tea, set it on the ground next to the chair before turning to face you. It was the first time that night that you really looked at him. The first time that night that you saw the care, the sincerity, the certainty in his eyes. “You’re not an inconvenience my love.” His voice was so solid, so sure of itself, like a forteresse.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You felt your face contort into a shocked dazed look before your whole body went limp like goo. Tears ran down your cheeks, you pulled your hand up to cover your mouth as a sob loudly broke the silence.

Cedric got out of his seat and kneeled in front of yours, pulling you into a hug. The position was awkward and uncomfortable so you slid onto the ground next to him. He pulled you into his chest, wrapping you tightly as you sobbed. The only time Cedric moved was to plant the occasional kiss on your forehead.

Eventually your sobs turned into small hiccups and eventually you calmed down. Cedric played with your hair as a peaceful silence took over, the only sound was the crickets in the distance.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” It was hesitant. He squeezed your shoulder, silently telling you it was okay if you didn’t want to.

“It might take a while.” You answered with a little joking tone. The sky was becoming a light navy blue as the sun started to wake up.

Cedric smiled. “I’ve got the time. For you, I always do.”

[starrysnowdrop]

“Here, take my hand— don’t look.”

Sooooooo here’s something I’ve been wanting to write for a LONG time, but now I have the excuse to finally get it all out. This takes place at the church not too long after the Massacre of the Waking Sands and Yume is just getting to know Cid, well, technically he’s Marques then. I think I’ve finally got it to where I’m happy with it, so here it is. Enjoy!!

((Thank you so much @mythopoet-of-amaurot for the great prompt!! There’s also a very brief mention of @faerieearthangel’s WoL Rei Tokugawa.))

“Here, take my hand— don’t look.”

Yume x Cid

1,120 Words

About a week had passed since the Hingan ronin Yume Aino was taken in by the Church of St. Adama Landama after the massacre at the Waking Sands. Today was of particular note, however, as the last few of the bodies were brought to the church and every victim had now been given a proper burial. After hours of the grueling sun beating down on her as she helped carry bodies, dug graves, and laid flowers on all the plots in the lichyard, Yume was finally able to sit and relax a bit before she laid down to rest.

The Auri woman was sitting in one of the pews in the back row staring straight upwards at the church’s rafters while mindlessly gliding her fingertips over the soft, silky petals of a Nymeia Lily. Her mind began to wonder as she beheld the faces of her fellow Scions in her mind’s eye: Thancred, Y’shtola, Yda, Papalymo, Urianger, Arenvald, Tataru, and Minfilia... Though she still held on to the glimmer of hope that they were still alive, Yume silently vowed that she would avenge them, avenge their fallen order, and avenge the ones that were lost.

The problem was that Yume had no idea where to go from there. Eorzea was still a strange land to her, and though she had read much in her time in Kugane before sailing across the sea to her new home, she still felt lost and did not know what course of action was in her best interest... especially since she wanted to find her comrades alive. Although she could try to reach out to her cousin Rei at the Thaumaturge Guild in Ul’dah, or her fellow adventuring friends, Yume ultimately decided that she should lay low for a little while, in order to process all that has happened.

In time, she would figure out what she must do, but for now, she felt so welcome at the quaint little church on the hill, overlooking the small desert settlement of Camp Drybone. Father Iliud... Sister Ourcen... everyone was so kind and helpful, especially Marques. His shining silver eyes seemed to always smile at her with warmth and sincerity.

Marques had been tasked with looking after her by Father Iliud, but Yume sensed that he would have done so all the same even if he wasn’t asked to do so. There was something about being in his presence that made her feel at ease and so genuinely happy, and she quickly realized that she wanted to just be around him more and more as the days passed.

As her thoughts drifted to the white-haired bearded man with the smiling eyes and the rich, sonorous voice that she could listen to for hours, light footfalls sent the Raen back into the present moment. She turned and the man that weighed so heavily on her mind was standing before her in the flesh.

With a gentle smile, Marques inquired, “Oh, there you are, Yume. You were able to rest a bit, I hope?”

“Yes, thank you. Did you need help with anything else?” Yume asked as she stood up and laid the lily down on the pew before returning her gaze to Marques.

Chuckling, Marques answered with a particular joviality in his voice. “You are too kind, but no, that’s not why I was looking for you.”

“Oh?”

Yume saw a light blush across his cheeks as he seemed to briefly hesitate in his reply.

“I... uhhh... there’s something I wish to show you before you go to bed. But you must close your eyes first, as it’s a surprise.”

“A surprise? For me?” Yume asked as her eyes grew wide in suspense.

With a nod and a brilliant smile, Marques offered his hand to his Auri companion. “Yes. Here, take my hand—now remember, don’t look!”

Yume couldn’t help but to giggle, as she suspected that Marques likely had no idea of Hingan customs, and taking someone else’s hand was considered an intimate gesture that was reserved for lovers in a private setting. Yet, somehow, as she really couldn’t understand why she felt no hesitation at all, she reached out and placed her hand in his.

“Alright,” Yume answered simply, despite the furious beating of her heart and her sudden breathlessness.

As Marques’ fingers closed around hers, Yume shut her eyes as she was told. Without any visual stimuli, the strong and firm yet gentle hold of Marques was all the more heightened. The warmth of his skin on hers was all that she could focus on.

Yume could feel the warm air hit her face as Marques led her through the doors of the church and into the lichyard.

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.”

“I trust you, Marques,” Yume replied with the words that rang through her mind. It was the only explanation that Yume had for why she was so willing and eager to hold his hand and let him lead her to who knows where.

After walking for about a minute, Marques let go of Yume’s hand and said, “Alright, now open your eyes.”

Yume opened her eyes and gasped at the sight. It was the night sky over Eastern Thanalan, and was by far the most beautiful sky she had ever seen. Off in the distance was the towering wall of orange crystals that illuminated the land for malms, and complimented the stars above perfectly.

After a few moments of staring in awestruck silence, Yume finally could find words. “‘Tis beautiful! I do not recall ever having seen more stars in the sky... and the crystals are so bright!”

Marques chuckled and folded his arms. “Well, it had been so dreary and overcast for the past few nights, so when I realized that it was clear skies tonight, I knew that you must see it.”

Yume turned to him in curiosity at what he just said. Why would he feel like she had to see this? Why was he so thoughtful of her?

Before Yume could finish her thought, Marques continued, “The people call it the Burning Wall, and those are corrupted crystals that formed after the descent of Dalamud. Though they are highly dangerous and volitile, they do make for a particularly gorgeous sight.”

With a nod, Yume grinned as she returned her gaze once more to the horizon. “‘Tis such a wonderful surprise! But... why share such a perfect view with me?”

The Raen was not prepared for Marques’ answer to her inquiry.

“Well, I guess I just wanted to see you smile.”

With tears threatening to overflow, Yume fought back to compose herself, but she could not fight the beaming smile as she turned towards Marques and simply replied, “Thank you....”

[pinkprimrose05]

GX Month Day 18: This Wasn't in the Rule Book

@gxmonth

Ao3 Version Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33473653/chapters/83310418

Why yes, it's prompt bending time! Wish this day came a bit later into the month so it was closer to the release date of Duel World ARC-V but, oh well, what can ya do? ...Oops, looks like I spoiled the chapter. Yes, this year's AU prompt also doubles as a celebration of ARC-V coming to Duel Links, and it's probably the one prompt I'm most excited to write because hoo boy I've been waiting for this moment for sooooo long! 8D

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"Manual Reboot Successful. Initiate Sign-Up Process? "

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"Initiating Sign-Up Process. Establishing Connection...Please Enter WORLD_ID."

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"Response Recorded. Initiating Connection to WORLD_ID SERIES6..."

"..ERROR. Failed to Connect to WORLD_ID SERIES6. Continue Sign-Up Process and Retry?"

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"Response Recorded. Continuing Sign-Up Process."

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"Response Recorded. Aborting Connection to WORLD_ID SERIES6...Connection Aborted"

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"...Sing-Up Process Completed. Initiating Log-In Sequence..."

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"ERROR."

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Yuuma sat by the river, waiting for something big to happen.

He knew he wasn't support to be there. Tour Guide hade explicitly told everyone to not get close to the Gate during new world maintenance, but being his curious self, he guiltlessly ignored the warning. Why? Because of the aforementioned new world, of course!

From what he knew about it -which wasn't much, but Juudai-senpai had been rambling about all the different Duelists, Decks and weird game mechanics that they might see for two weeks straight and that sort of gave him a general idea-, this new world thing was a pretty big deal in Duel Links, and with it being so covered up, Yuuma was all too hyped to see what it was like for himself, consequences be damned.

He'd tried world-switching to no avail, as he sebsequently found out that the game wasn't only staggering log-outs, it was also staggering travelling through Duel Worlds for however long he was stuck here. He'd tried asking everyone he knew about it over his D-Gazer too, but that didn't work, and neither did begging a sleepy Kaito to try and hack the game for more info..

..Which led back to him sitting by the river, kicking his legs back and forth as Emperor's Key swayed in the morning breeze, dangling from the string in his hand while he kept waiting, waiting, and waiting some more...

"Yuuma?"

"Eek!" The Xyz Duelist practically jumped five feet into the air upon hearing his name being called, thoughts racing in frantic circles as he turned to see someone approaching...then immediately relaxing when he realized exactly who that someone was.

"Three!"

Michael Arclight smiled, waving gently as he tottered to the river bank and sat down next to Yuuma, who sighed in relief at knowing he wasn't in grave trouble for getting caught near the Gate. The two traded greetings, then settled into silence as they gazed at the horizon, at the clear sky and rising sun of their Duel World's landscape. If it were him, Michael would be content with just staying like that and admiring the view, but the ball of excitement next to him wasn't about to share that sentiment anytime soon.

"Sooooooo..." Yuuma began "What are you gonna do today?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" His friend gave him a puzzled look, and Yuuma made a broad gesture with his arms in response, as if that was supposed to mean something.

"You know, about the, uh, the new world? Are you gonna visit that? Duel people there? I don't know what to expect from it to be honest, it's the first time for us and I'm reeaally excited and also curious and I can't wait to see what will happen...but we can't find out anything before the maintenance ends, and it looks like it's gonna take a while and I'm getting bored so, what are you gonna do?"

Michael hummed thoughtfully, glancing at his Duel Disk "Well, I was thinking of waiting until things settled down before doing anything about all of this. A game this big can get quite unstable with such a huge update, you know? That's why I came here anyway, and..." the pink-haired Duelist blushed faintly "..I may or may not have decided to ignore what Guide-san said about the Gate in the process. Please don't tell anyone I was here?"

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Yuuma said, mimicking a zipper sound as he ran two fingers along his lips for effect "No one will ever know of your super classified one-time incident of breaking the law...not that that law made sense anyway. I mean, COME ON..."

Michael giggled, listening as Yuuma launched into a full-on rant about how meaningless them 'closing' the Gate area was. He wasn't exactly wrong though; if it was about as dangerous as Guide said, surely there would be some obstacle or lock to stop people from getting too close, right? Surely she wouldn't just count on everyone to not be reckless enough to ignore her, right? Unless...

Unless the error she's dealing with here might cause serious backlash if she tried inputting a new command that also interacts with the Gate, in which case-

Any other thought that would have followed that trail instantly vanished when the Gate suddenly exploded with blue light, and in that moment, Michael's world went quiet.

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"Unacceptable! This is unacceptable! I have a fucking job interview in two hours, how am I supposed to get ready in time for that??"

Yuusei sighed, running a hand through his already mussed hair for what was probably the eighth time in thirty minutes. Tour Guide's sudden announcement of an emergency maintenace -one that somehow overlapped with the new world's- had put everyone on edge, even more so after they found out they couldn't log out until it was over. As a result, every single Duelist currently in the 5D's World had gathered at the Deck Editor and unanimously decided to wait out the maintenance period there...but some of them weren't particularly happy about being stuck in the game for however long it took.

Chief of those was Jack, who kept pacing next to the table Team 5D's and co. clustered around, all while throwing several uncharitable insults at Guide, Isono, Kaiba, and basically everyone affliated with the Duel Links staff.

"Why do they have to keep messing up every time they launch one of those new words?? I swear, if I see any of those little-"

Carly instinctively covered her ears when the Resonator Duelist let out a particularly nasty swear, and Crow shot him a miffed glare from behind. Yuusei sighed again, then slowly pushed himself out from his chair to rest a hand on Jack's shoulder.

"Jack, please go get a cup of coffee and cool down." He said in an uncharacteristically pleading, tired tone "We're all stuck here, we all have important things to do, and some of us haven't slept for twenty-six hours. It'd do everyone a lot of good if you stopped yelling at empty air for a while."

Jack crossed his arms and huffed, but forced himself to simmer down regardless.

"...Fine. I'll go get myself some coffee and 'cool down' or whatever, but not because you asked me to, it's because I need some fresh air." And with that, the former King of Duels strode out of the Studio, coat flapping dramatically in a gust of wind before he went completely out of view.

"Good riddance." Crow let his head drop on the table with a low thud, raising a thumbs-up in Yuusei's general direction, and while he normally wouldn't agree with that sentiment, the Synchro Duelist was currently grateful for the calmer atmosphere of the place, now that Jack was gone. He slid back into his chair, hoping to get some shut-eye to compensate for staying up for all of the night before...

"Guys, we have a problem."

...Or not. Yuusei looked up in time to see Bruno -No, stop it, that's Antinomy- dropping in the chair between him and a barely conscious Kiryuu, the computer in his hands flashing with several warning signs overlapping on top of strings of code, which kept appearing and disappearing at a seemingly random pace. This, the noiret decidedly thought, peering intently at the screen, definitely doesn't look good.

"The energy output is spiking around the Gate area and the ones close to it." Antinomy explained to no-one in particular, his usually passive face set in a stressed frown as he clicked away at the keyboard "It appears that whatever issue that caused this emergency maintenance has gone completely out of control, and while we don't know exactly what that means, compressing so much energy in a certain area, no matter how broad..."

"...is bound to make it blow up." Yuusei concluded, eyes widening as his mind caught up with the implication behind that "This means the Duel Studio and everyone in it will be affected if anything happens to the Gate."

Antinomy nodded "Exactly. It could be that someone is trying to log in, and that's why I'm asking you to go and- dammit!" He swore, fingers moving across the keyboard at a far more frantic pace when the computer let out a series of long, loud beeping sound. Yuusei was pretty sure he got whiplash from how fast he turned to see what was going on-

-but before he could register more than the word "ERROR" bolded in blue across the screen, he felt a shock of static, and then...nothing.

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"Automated Reboot Successful. Log-In Sequence...Complete."

"Connecting to WORLD_ID SERIES2...Connection Successful."

"Linking with.."

"..Sakaki Yuuya."

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The first thing he felt when he came to was a gentle breeze tousling his hair, rays of sunshine lighting up his eyelids, and droplets of water spraying his face every couple seconds. It wasn't raining, that much he gathered, which meant that he'd most likely spawned near a fountain or a river, since there was no trace of the salty scent of seawater in the air.

Yuuya opened his eyes. Sure enough, there was a fountain to his left, its marble structure adorned with a ring of green leaves that carried all kinds of colourful flowers, water flowing from it center and from the sides. Pushing himself up, the tomato-haired Duelist looked around, taking in the rest of his current surroundings, and the first thing that caught his attention was a huge, round portal thingy that hovered in the air, with glowing lines of blue circuitry running through its silvery white perimeter.

That must be the Gate, he thought that's how I came here.

A bit further ahead was what seemed to be another portal, but this one was rectangular in shape, unlike the Gate's circle, and it was completely blue as well. Yuuya watched as the portal rotated in place slowly, the other side of it coming into view with the label 'Duel School' appearing on top of it. Curious, he reached out a hand to touch the portal...

...only to pull back immediately when the pixels forming it fizzled and crackled with electricity, shocking him.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!!" Yuuya clutched his stung hand with the other, hissing in pain at the contact before letting go of his hand. He sucked in deep breath then slowly exhaled, wiping the tears that formed at the corners of his eyes before turning away from the Duel School to keep walking (and to will away the sick, fleeting memory the shock had sparked for a moment).

Yeesh, that wasn't a great first interaction... he grimaced, waving his hand in the air in hopes that it would calm the stinging pain down But that doesn't mean I can't find something good if I keep looking. I wonder where all the other Duelists are.

The path he was walking down split into two at the end. Yuuya turned around, chancing one more look at the admittedly beautiful yet strangely desloate area he started in. He chalked its emptiness up to it being quite early in the morning...but then again, it wasn't morning for everyone around the world, so maybe it was just that the area was mainly used as a terminal, which would explain why he was the only one there...

Wait.

Wait.

He shouldn't be.

Switching his Duel Disk on with a quick swipe (which was an honestly stupid action in hindsight because damn his hand stung hard from that), Yuuya dialed the very first contact on his list, running the hand with the Disk strapped to it through bi-colored bangs and pushing them out of his face as the device rang once, twice, three times. Where was everyone else? He, Yuzu and Gongenzaka had logged in at the same time, and Sora had told them he'll jump in right after, so why was he the only one to come out of the Gate?

*Din-di-di-din, din-ding...Din-di-di-din, din-ding...Din-di-di-din-*

"Hello."

Yuuya blinked, then did a double take at the soft, young voice that came from the other end of the call. That...that wasn't Yuzu. He swallowed.

"..I'm sorry, who am I talking to?"

A few moments passed before the voice replied "My name is Sera. You must not recognize me, but please don't worry, the owner of this device is safe and sound, and if you wish to talk to her, she is here with me."

The line went silent then. Well, almost silent; Yuuya could hear bits of chatter and the sound of someone fiddling with the Duel Disk...before said someone decided to blast his eardrums full-force, like she always did.

"Yuuya! Where the heck are you?!" Yuzu cried out, and he found himself smiling at the familiar loudness "I've been looking for you everywhere!!"

He winced when her voice cracked on the last word, hand running through his hair again as he laughed nervously "Sorry, sorry! I...honestly don't entirely know where I am yet. Thought we'd start at the same place, but I guess we didn't..." He glanced around for any sort of landmark to pinpoint his position, then remembered where he came from at first and settled on that "Um, can you see the Gate? I'm standing close to it."

There was a beat of silence, then an audible sigh. "I see," Sera muttered at length "Sakaki-san, I think you have logged into a different Duel World than the one Hiiragi-san and I are in at the moment..because we're standing right in front of the Gate."

It took a full ten seconds for Yuuya's brain to register that, and when it did, all that came out of his mouth was a drawn-out "Whaaaaaaat??"

"...You skipped the rest of the tutorial, didn't you?" Yuzu's voice carried a hint of amusement and fondness, before assuming a more serious tone "Okay, look. If you check your Duel Disk, you'll find two arrows in a circle at the top left corner. Click that, and you'll get a list of the five different Duel Worlds in the game. Sera said that something happened before we came here that stopped everyone from travelling between those worlds, and apparently there was a sixth world that we were supposed to log into but didn't...anyway, the highlighted name will show you the world you're in. I'm in the fourth one right now..."

Yuuya listened as Yuzu explained what happened to her after logging into the Duel World, following her instructions all the while. A quick check told him that he was in the second world, the one labeled 'Duel World Series 2'. He nodded along his friends' words, and when she finished, he took yet another look at his surroundings.

"Alright, gotcha, I'm in the second world." He said, and it was then that he decided to head left "I guess I'll go take a look around the place, see if I can find out where everyone else is, and wait until we can all switch to the same world. It's great to hear you're alright, Yuzu. Take care!"

"Hey, that's my line!" She quipped in response, and Yuuya could practically hear the playful grin on her face "But seriously, I'm glad to know you're doing fine too. See you later, Yuuya."

And with that, the line went dead. Not even bothering to turn his Disk off, Yuuya broke into a quick jog, humming a cheerful tune to himself and grinning widely as he started rhyming the tune to his steps. Yuzu was fine, she was okay, they'll find each other soon enough and meet up with their friends, and they'll have tons of fun exploring the game, just as they planned.

Yeah, that's the spirit!

He only slowed down when the smooth, metallic path turned into dirt, patches of grass growing randomly in the way and on the sides, as well as a pair of trees and a few stray daisy bushes. A huge structure that felt so very out of place loomed ahead of him, its futuristic design and neon blue lines contrasting sharply with the simple greenery surrounding it, despite only being separated from that by a ring of gray tiles at the end of the dirt path. Upon closer inspection, there appeared to be a floating label above it that spelled out the words "Duel Studio", and a sliding door that opened on its own when Yuuya came close. The Pendulum Duelist stepped through-

"Ack!"

-and promptly crashed into a blur of black, stumbling backwards as a result. Leaning on the now-open door for support, Yuuya nursed his head with his free hand, letting out a small sigh before he looked up to check on whoever it was that he bumped into...and froze when he locked eyes with them.

That shade of gold was...familiar.

Yuuya's eyes widened, and the brunette facing him mirrored the action for a split second, before his shock faded into a passive scowl that clashed with his fluffy, Kuriboh-like hair. Yuuya opened his mouth to say something, he wasn't sure exactly what, but the taller male turned back to the Duel Studio, subtly motioning for him to come along, and whatever it was that he wanted to say went out of the window.

"Follow me." His voice -slow, deep and clear- carried a distinctly authoritative tone as he strode ahead, and after a moment of apprehension, Yuuya found himself trailing behind. The guy looked like he knew where he was going, and didn't exactly seem opposed to talking to him, which meant he could possibly get some answers to the pile of questions building up in his head, and well, weird gut feelings aside, that was actually a good thing.

The two sat at a round, red table in a distant corner, and then just...stared at each other. Yuuya waited for the Kuriboh-haired Duelist -at least, he guessed he was a Duelist, judging by the strange custom model of a Duel Disk on his left arm- to say something, anything, but nothing came out, and he wasn't sure exactly how to start the conversation, so...he kept waiting.

"............"

And waiting.

"............"

And waiting.

"............"

And waiting.

"............"

And then decided that was enough waiting. "Umm...are you even gonna say anything?" Yuuya asked after a full four minutes, half expecting to get no response..

..but the guy actually rolled his eyes at him, like he'd asked a stupid question or something "What are you expecting me to say?"

Huh. Okay, this man was kinda bad at conversing. Yuuya held back a sigh, plastered on a smile instead, and tried again.

"Hmm, how about an introduction? That sounds like a good start." He held out a hand "Nice to meet you, I'm Sakaki Yuuya. And you are..?"

The brunette's stared moved to Yuuya's outstretched hand, then back to his eyes...and then he sighed, holding his own hand to his temples as he mumbled something in a foreign language Yuuya couldn't make out (but assumed was an exasperated statement, based on the tone of what came next).

"Dear Lord, why is it that every single one of them turns out to be a child?"

"Huh?"

"You can see Duel Spirits," He said, pointing at Yuuya. It wasn't even a question, just a factual statement he threw as casually as someone discussing the weather forecast "and you most likely have a special bond with at least one of your cards, that may even go as far as your very soul being bound to it. Is that correct?"

A few moments passed in silence, and then: "How did you-"

"I knew that was the case. Listen to me, Sakaki Yuuya; I do not know the exact extent of your knowledge about the nature of this world, or that of the darkness you possess, but know this-" gold eyes narrowed dangerously, and Yuuya flinched in spite of himself "Duel Links is not just a game. There are greater forces behind the creation of the Duel Worlds, ones that can tamper with your memories and thoughts, even call back beings that were supposed to be gone forever and link different dimensioms. Your status as a Legendary Duelist means you are directly involved in everything that might happen in the new world, so proceed with caution, or prepare to deal with the consequences."

Yuuya reeled back in his chair, face going white. He stared down at his pendulum, gripping its dimly glowing crystal tightly in his hands -had it been doing that for a while? He had no idea. His head was starting to feel light, his throat got all choked up, and he was sure he'd be shaking if not for how tense his muscles were. What- what had he gotten himself into? If he'd known it was more than a game, if he'd known they'd be thrown in the middle of crossfire again-

Deep breaths, Yuuya, deep breaths.. He told himself before he got too lost in thought, inhaling sharply. Calm down, let it out slowly, relax.....yeah, there we go.

"Why are you telling me this?" The teen asked once he was certain his mini-panic attack was over, and he must've been imagining things because he could swear he saw a ghost of a smile on the other's face when he replied.

"In all honesty," he began slowly, the edge to his voice almost completely gone "I have had enough interdimensional conflict to last me a lifetime, and I would really rather not deal with any more of it if I can. I assume you understand where I'm coming from here?"

Yuuya hummed absently, and that seemed to be a satisfying answer to the brown-haired Duelist, who pushed himself out of his seat and turned to leave, but not without allowing himself another final sentence.

"Very well then. For your own sake, as well as everyone you may care about, I hope you're actually smart enough to follow my warning. Until we meet again...or not."

And with that, he walked away, disappearing behind the staircase to the right. As soon as he went out of sight, Yuuya let his head fall down on the table with an unceremonious flump!, making some inchoerent noises when the sound of some lady announcing the end of the 'Maintenance Break' blasted over the intercom above his head, and he became distantly aware of other voices and some footsteps sounding not too far from him.

*tap*

Alright, so he and everyone else have basically jumped into yet another grand scheme that caused conflict across different dimensions, but this time the stakes weren't as clear as in the Interdimensional War.

*tap-tap*

The thought was admittedly daunting, and he was a hundred percent sure no-one he knew would like to go through something like that again..

"Oi."

But on the bright side, it seemed that they weren't the only ones dealing with this sort of thing, which meant they could easily find many allies in the different Duel Worlds...yeah, if they kept an eye out, they should be all right-

"Oi!"

Yuuya's head snapped up when he realized someone was calling out to him, and when he looked up, he was greeted with the smiling face of..

"You again??"

..the same Kuriboh-haired Duelist?

"Sorry, what?"

Yuuya did a double take. Yeah, no, that wasn't him; the eyes were colored soft brown instead of hollow gold, and he was wearing a red jacket instead of a black robe too- Yuuya mentally scolded himself for overlooking the differences (but also found it somewhat funny because, you know, he had to deal with this kind of confusion more than once before).

"Nevermind, I think I confused you for someone else. My bad." He gave the red-jacketed brunette a sheepish grin, gesturing at the empty chair opposite to his, then watching as he placed his also strange custom model of a Duel Disk on the side of the table before sitting down himself, fiddling with the device all the while. Even the way he composed himself was different; this guy felt far more lax and chill compared to the other one, and it made Yuuya relax a bit in turn, the silence that stretched between them feeling more comfortable.

"So, let me guess..." Red Jacket began a bit later, leaning a bit forward with a curious glint in his eyes "You're one of the new kids?"

A small nod "You can say that, I guess. I'm Yuuya, and you?"

"Yuuki Juudai. Pleased to meet you, kiddo- wait, I can call you kiddo, right?"

"Sure, unless you're somehow younger than me, which I doubt because of the..height difference."

Juudai smiled again "Aight, kiddo it is then. I gotta say though, I'm impressed you managed to switch worlds that fast. Took me a whole week to realize that was even a thing."

He laughed, and Yuuya chuckled with him. "Actually.." he said afterwards, rubbing the back of his neck with a small, bashful smile "A friend told me about it, and I couldn't even use it when I first arrived. Something about an error happening with the new world and shutting down the whole game, I think? Yean, that locked out the switch thing for a while, and it stopped everyone from logging out too."

"Woah, for real?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Damn," Juudai slammed a hand down on the table "you sure had one heck of a first day, kiddo. Guide must be freaking out with all of this going on."

Yuuya blinked, confused "Guide?"

"Oh, you don't know her?" The older teen asked, quirking an eyebrow "She's, ah, the Duel Spirit of Tour Guide From the Underworld. Pretty much the one who manages this place, since the actual owner doesn't give a shit about the shenanigans happening around here, and she also runs the Duel School. You can go hit her up if you have any questions about the game; she's a great help for new players."

"A Duel Spirit..." Yuuya echoed quietly, stare moving down to the Deck slot of his Duel Disk. He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at Juudai and asked "So anyone can interact with them here? The spirits, I mean."

"Of course! It's part of the game's charm, y'know?" He answered, throwing a wink at Yuuya before continuing "Being able to hang out with all your monster friends, even if you might not see them in real life..I don't think anyone would pass up on something that cool."

The younger Duelist smiled at that, hand subconsciously touching the top of his Deck, which earned him several happy murmurs and a particularly loud roar as well "Yeah, that does sound pretty cool. I gotta try it sometime later."

"You totally should." Juudai agreed, taking out his own Deck and shuffling through it as he added "In the meantime...would you like a good ol' tabletop Duel? My old-ass relic of a Disk is being particularly laggy today, and I heard you had this cool summon mechanic with the backrow zones- what was it called again? Pendant? Pending?"

"It's Pendulum Summoning." Yuuya clarified, tentatively taking his Deck out of its slot when Juudai did the same "And uh, sure, I can show it to you if you want."

The brunette's smile turned into a wide grin as he whipped out a pair of folded game mats from his pocket and placed them on his and Yuuya's side of the table, putting each of their Decks on the far right before punching a fist in the air "Heck yeah! I'm finally the first to Duel the new kid with the new cards, this is gonna be a lot of fun!"

"Definitely!" He nodded, his own smile widening as he drew his starting hand with a little more flourish than necessary for a tabletop Duel- not that he really cared, what mattered at the moment was that, even if he was going to have to fight again later down the line, he was going to enjoy Dueling to the maximum as long as he could. No use worrying about the future, all he came here to do was have fun, and fun was he going to have.

Watch out, Duel Links, here I come..!

"LET'S DUEL!!"

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THE END, finally. This, for whatever reason, took me three weeks to finish alongside the other prompts (okay actually Yuuya's POV slipped from me and I barely managed to end it where I did), and I couldn't even make it on time ffs. There goes my plans to deliver all chapters on time...but I at least hope you enjoyed reading. ...Oh yeah, you may have noticed by now that I left some loose ends here and there (like the conclusion of the chapter for the residents of Duel Worlds ZEXAL and 5D's, AKA those poor souls who got a mass reboot error and received no answers as to why), and to that I say...nothing. Yeah, you gotta wait a little while longer to see what happened to them after the reboot. That said, I shall now take my leave and return to the land of Ao3, see y'all on...someday by the end of the month, I guess.

[samcrobae]

Nanny, Part 5

gif credit: @ada-carisi

I’m adding my second and final update for today. I most likely won’t be able to update tonight but I will be working on part 6 to have up by tomorrow night. I’m writing and posting as I have the ideas fresh in my mind otherwise I fear I will lose my drive again.

Thank you SOOOOOOO much for all of the feedback, thoughts, comments, suggestions I have gotten on this, honestly, y’all got a bitch hype as shiiiiit! I love you ! 💕

Anyway, a lil more filth to fill your Angel needs, it deff took my mind places 😈 . As always, if you’d like to be added to the tag list, let ya girl know!

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You had packed plenty of snacks, water, and Natalie’s juice for the beach. You had spent most of the day there and she was getting exhausted. She was sat on Angels lap on the beach towel drinking her water when she started fidgeting.

“What’s the matter amor, you’re getting tired huh?” He shifted her in his arms so that she was resting her head back on his chest when she just started whining. You were laid out on the towel and all she wanted was you.

She had her tiny arms outstretched towards you and continued to whine. “It’s okay princesa dsddys here.”she continued to squirm in his arms and reach for you.

“Mama! Mamaaaaaa!” She screeched. Everyone stopped and looked at Angel, then back at you, then at Natalie. You shot up and looked at Angel, a look of defeat flashed across his face and then he flashed you an apologetic look. You reached your arms out and took her.

“It’s okay, here let’s go lay down.” You glanced around Angel. “Hey do you mind just throwing all this back in the bag? I’m gonna just put her down, she’s exhausted from being out in the sun all day.”

Everyone watched as you carried her back inside. Angel was a mix of emotions. On one hand , he knew you weren’t Natalie’s mom, but that girl knew no different. You cared for her, for her dad, those around you. You were gentle and patient and kind. You loved her. She loved you. Angel also knew that you didn’t ask for the baggage of acting as someone’s mom, but at the same time if there was any possibility of you being part of Angels life in more ways than just his nanny, this is what it was.

Coco sat next to Angel. “You good hermano? That was pretty intense.”

“I don’t know man.” Angel began packing up Natalie’s stuff and headed back to the house. He walked in just as you were putting Natalie on the bed, she was out cold.

“Poor thing, she’s so tired,” you said as you placed a light sheet over her.

Angel walked up to you and pulled you in for a tight hug, burying his face in your hair, before kissing your head. You ran your hands down his back.

“I can’t pretend that just didn’t happen Y/N. I’m sorry. You know she’s little she doesn’t really know the difference. She just loves you. I mean we all do.”

“No, Angel it’s okay. Really, I know. You know, I love her too. I spend so much time with her I don’t really see her as just a kid I watch. And you know, I like you. I like you a lot. And I know that whatever we decide, if we decide to take things further, that she’s a part of your life. I’m fully aware of that.”

Angel let out the breath he had been holding. “Yeah? I mean, you sure? That’s a big deal querida.”

You looked up at him, “well yeah, I mean we would figure it out, but I’m up for it.”

He leaned down and kissed you, “come on, let’s go wash this sand off. If you behave, I might even let you have sex with me in the shower.”

Shower sex with Angel was nothing short of amazing. Careful to keep quiet since you were both in a house full of people, he had you bent over, hands against the wall as he slammed into you, occasionally reaching around to squeeze your nipples as you bit your lip in ecstasy.

After your shower, you dressed and headed downstairs. All eyes were on the both of you as your hairs were visibly wet. “Have a nice shower?” Letty asked, a smirk on her face.

Angel squinted his eyes, “aren’t you like, 12? Don’t worry about grown people business.”

“Alright hey I ordered pizzas so whose gonna get the alcohol? This has been nice but I need a drink.” Coco shouted.

Angel and EZ volunteered to go on a liquor run, Angel texting you when he left.

-“You want anything special? Wine? Truly? Anything?”

-“nope, whatever you get is fine with me.”

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You were 3 drinks and 4 tequila shots into the night and felt good. You hadn’t been drunk around Angel before but he was loving watching you let your hair down and have fun. You had put Natalie bed earlier in the night and now you were dancing to the music Coco hooked up the speaker.

You could get used to this, the people, the vibe, the family. Angel wasn’t drunk, but he was a little buzzed, mostly just taking you in.

“So what’s the deal there kid? You guys together?” Bishop asked and took a drink of his beer.

Angel chuckled, “I don’t know boss, we haven’t figured it out yet. I like her though. I really do. “

Bishop nodded in agreement and pat Angel on the shoulder, “I know, we all know. She’s a good fit for you. Good fit with the club. You gotta make a choice to keep her in the dark or tell her everything though you know that. That might scare her.”

Angel nodded his head, “yeah man. I know.”

Just then you made your way over to the two Mayans. “Bishop, sorry to interrupt but quit hogging him!” You took Angels hand, “come dance with me Angel, it’s our last night here... make it a good one.”

He moved off the wall and to the middle of the living room where you danced and laughed the rest of the night through. When the night had died down it was around 3AM, and everyone had went to bed. Angel lie awake in his bed, tossing and turning, trying to quiet his mind but no matter what he did, his thoughts raced back to you. It was almost as if you could hear what he was thinking because he was snapped out of his thoughts by a quiet tap on the door then the knob twisted.

“Y/N? You okay?” He asked, he could hardly make you out but knew it was you from the way you’re footing sounded on the hardwood floor. You climbed into bed with him and he pulled you in close, facing each other. The smell of liquor on your breaths as you talked to one another.

“I like you Angel. I had the biggest crush on you from the day I met you you know that?” You lightly laughed and he kissed your forehead.

“Yeah? That’s funny. Me too.”

You leaned into him and kissed him, his hands roaming your body under the covers and you grinding your body against him, needing to feel him closer. Between the mix of alcohol and pure adrenaline you had felt whenever you were in his presence, you felt incredible. You pushed him back so that you could straddle him, lifting your shirt over your head and his Hands immediately came up to squeeze your breasts. You were grinding yourself into him and you could feel how hard he was under his boxers. You lowered yourself so you could remove them and you lips were so close to his dick that he could feel your breath on it.

You slowly toook him into your mouth, never taking your eyes off him and from this angle, the street lights shown on you perfectly and he swore you looked like a goddess. He took your hair in his hands and lowered you further into him til he hit the back of your throat and held it there for a few seconds before letting you come back up for air. You moved your head up and down and you wanted him to know how badly you had wanted this very moment. It was sloppy and sexy and filthy. He finally pulled your head up by your hair.

“Come here mama, sit on my face, lemme taste you.” You wiped your mouth and he lowered himself further down the bed, allowing you enough room to get on and steady yourself. As soon as he delivered that first lick down your center, you felt your legs shake.

“I wanna hear you querida, let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

He dove back into you like you were the last thing he’d ever taste, and the way he flicked his tongue over your clit had you gripping the headboard for dear life. You moved your hips in unison with his tongue.

“Right there, yeah, right there baby... please keep going...” he sucked on your clit a final time before turning you over onto your stomach, and pulling you flush against him, he slid right inside you with ease, your orgasm nearing.

He pulled you up by the back of your hair and thrust into you, “you fuckin like that? You like the way I’m fuckin you? Tell me mami tell me daddy fucks you good.”

You were barely able to speak, trying to be as quiet as possible so others didn’t hear but obeying Angels orders.

“I said I wanted to hear you, tell me.”

He thrusted into you faster this time, making the headboard smack into the wall at an insane pace.

“I’m fuckin done sneaking around. You’re mine. If I wanna fuck you ima fuck you, tell me how good I fuck you, let them know whose in this.”

“Fuck Angel, you fuck me so good!”

Coco, EZ, Bishop and some of the other Mayan men all came out of their rooms and into the hallway, staring in the direction of Angels room.

“What the fuck...” Bishop groggily muttered.

“I fuckin knew it. That’s a nanny kink right there!” Coco said.

Letty rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. “You’re so gross.”

*******

Angel turned you over and nestled his head in your neck, your nails digging into his back, biting onto his shoulder as he thrust into you some more.

“I’m gonna full you up again, you’re so fuckin dirty, walking around with my cum dripping out of that pussy all day, you want some more?”

“Yes baby, please fill me up again..” you were sure the headboard was going to break from how hard it had been hitting the wall, but in this moment you didn’t care, all you were focused on was how good he felt inside you, the way he stretched you out and you quickly adjusted to his size was almost as if you were made perfectly for each other. His hand came up and intertwined with yours above your head.

“Fuuuuuuck!” He growled as he thrusted into you, coating your walls with his cum. You were both trying to catch your breath and he kept his head in your neck.

“God damn, I think I fuckin love you girl.”

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2009 Reference Guide to Seb's Hair(Long post w lots of pics):

I would rate these but I love every version of him too much so I cannot pick 🤭, I'll add some commentary though. This took a horrible amount of time but it was also a great excuse to download and show off a truly terrible amnt of Seb pics(I was in tears half the time bcs of cuteness agression)

0. Testing(Jerez)(February 10th-12th):

Honestly such perfect Seb hair, I find this soooo cute!!! His hair is honestly always so perfect at Jerez testing every season. I love the length and style, he looks so incredibly pretty &lt;3

1. Australia(March 26th-29th):

And now he is...bald. I actually kinda love this hair, he's my little kiwi fruit!! But I also can't help but mourn the Jerez hair. I'm just like: why did you feel the need to go bald, Seb??? It makes him look so young!

2. Malaysia(April 2nd-5th):

3. China(April 16th-19th):

I think the highlight of his bald era is how much he embodies the nickname "sunshine." Like the way his hair and eylashes glow in the sun??? Literally sunshine. Also it's cute to see his hair grow more fluffy

4. Bahrain(April 23rd-26th):

The texture differences are so interesting, I think this length looks its best when it's more fluffy like in the top right pic.

5. Spain(May 7th-10th):

It's funny how his hairline does that point in the middle, again: looks better when he looks unkempt

6. Monaco(May 21st-24th):

Weirdly shocked at how much his hair grew in-between Spain and Monaco??? Also I forgot that those fashion pics were from this weekend, and I was jumpscared by his mohawk look. I think he should keep away from hair product hahaha

7. Turkey(June 4th-7th):

Lego hair looking ass. Kidding kidding, just think his hair looks best all natural

8. Silverstone(June 18th-21st):

Lowkey kinda baffling to me how different his hair looks at different stages of the weekend. The podium hair especially is just soooo different, its very cute but yeah idk

9. Germany(July 9th-12th):

I did not realize he cut his hair again during this season?? Seeing these was very surprising to me, I had thought he grew it out for the entire season but I guess not! But I guess if he hadn't gotten a haircut the entire season, he'd probably have his angelic curls of 2010 by the end

10. Hungary(July 23rd-26th):

Kinda love the looks he was serving this weekend, it's just very spikey and cute(also the cunty sunglasses!!

11. Valencia(August 20th-23rd):

12. Belgium(August 27th-30th):

That garage lighting makes his hair look soooo much more yellow rather than his fair blond in the sunlight

13. Italy(September 10th-13th):

This transitional growing period is not my fav, just the way his hair sweeps in is funny

14. Singapore(September 24th-27th):

Looking particularly blond this weekend!! His hair is just very light and pretty

15. Japan(October 1st-4th):

I think most of these are from post-quali and for good reason; I love the way it looks like he has highlights in all the bottom pics

16. Brazil(October 15th-18th):

I love his scruffiness from this weekend!!! The scruffy stubble is sooooooo!!!

17. Abu Dhabi(October 29th-November 1st):

Pretty cute I think but yeah like nothing can really compete with his hair length in 2010 for me so I look at these and I'm like, ooooo growing longer!!

Conclusion: I think it's fun to get to see the process of someone's hair growing out. I've noticed that a lot of men with short hair get very consistent haircuts to keep their hair generally the same length, and I think that's so boring!! I think it's great to grow out your hair for a few months time because you get to see yourself at all the different stages and experiment with all kinds of different looks! So yeah, props to Seb for serving all kinds of looks this season!!

Also it's always interesting to me how much hair length/style and facial hair can change a person's look, but particularly how old/young they look. Like when he shaved his his head, it made him look so young. But in Brazil for example, with the longer hair and scruffy facial hair, he def looks older!

And of course, let me know which you like the best :D My favorite is Jerez <3

[crystxlclear]

‘tis the damn season

a sudden desire oneshot

masterlist

pairing: marcus pike x original female character (coraline meyer)

word count: 2.6k

synopsis: the holidays are stressful and coraline can’t sleep.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy/birth, the absolute mildest of innuendos/sex references, nothing else really?

author’s note: au i guess? but also, look, i won’t lie to you, this is dreadful and barely christmas-themed at all. but i wanted to write soft coraline and marcus moments sooooooo yeah whatever

She’s been sitting on the front porch for a few minutes now. On the porch swing, the one he’d insisted they buy - (‘it’s all part of the vision! We need a porch swing!’ he’d said, and who was she to argue with that?) - and, even despite the blanket she’d wrapped tightly around herself, the cold still seeps in right down to the bone.

D.C. winters, she’s come to learn in those few short years she’s lived here, are harsh and unforgiving some days. Her breath comes out in cloudy puffs before her, shivers pulling tight through her aching limbs, even as she tugs her jacket closer around her. She cups a mug of coffee in her hands, craving the shot of caffeine, a futile attempt to keep herself comfortable outside; her fingers tingle with the slowly-spreading warmth but the drink has long since gone cold. Nothing seems to keep her warm outside on days like this.

The day’s first few wisps of snow have begun to fall. She’d missed it those few years she lived in California, when even in the winter the sun still seemed to shine too brightly and far too warm for her winter coats. Growing up had been all white Christmases every year and she hadn’t realised how much she’d missed them until she’d ventured to D.C, until the world had paled to white while she slept and the chill crept in.

It’s early still, the sun rising slowly, pooling cool light between the clouds that stretch across the pale sky. She squints up at this softly lit sky. It’s almost as white as the snow that gathers on the sidewalk. It seems about as Christmas-y as Christmas can be, without the novelty and the merriment and the over-the-top persistence of decoration. Moments like these steal her breath in their beauty; the quiet whisper of the wind, the stillness of the trees and the rare silence that has grown far-too-unfamiliar to her these past few years. She savours the rare moment to breathe, to reacquaint herself with the simple comforts of the world that seem to pass her by as she spends her days wrapped up in the inside happiness she’s craved for years. She savours these moments as often as she can, now, for - as much as she adores her little family with every ounce of strength she holds - sometimes a little moment to think, alone to the silence, is all it takes for her to clear her mind and relax the tense set of her shoulders.

But she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Sunshine?” His gentle voice calls from the doorway. So familiar, so comforting, so warm. “Everything okay?”

Marcus Pike watches her with a fond expression. His eyes are still heavy from sleep, she can tell by his slow blinks. The first time he’d found her missing from their bed, when they’d first moved in together, he’d raced down the stairs, almost tripping on the last step before he noticed her wrapped up on the porch swing outside. He sleeps like the dead - long days and piles of paperwork - and rarely wakes when she does. Lately, though, he seems to be in tune with her body and always settles beside her a little while after she leaves their sheets.

He regards her with the softest of smiles and reaches his hand out to rest lightly against her shoulders as he sits down beside her. The bench swings as he moves and he chuckles. She’d missed the comfort and warmth of his embrace when she’d left in the early hours of the morning - far too exhausted and anxious to sleep any longer - slipping into the kitchen in search of a hot drink and her old Death Cab for Cutie mug, content to sit outside in the cold until someone needed her, watching the snowfall as the day breaks.

Usually, Marcus’ arms cradle her asleep, the weight and warmth of them enough reassurance to send her back to her dreams. But, today, worry crept in and the couple of hours of rest she’d managed was all her body seemed to want to allow her.

It’s Coraline’s and Marcus’ turn to host Christmas this year. They and Coraline’s brother share the job between them, each year different to the next. This year, every room of their house seems to be filled with different members of their families; Coraline’s parents in one spare room, Marcus’ in the office, Coraline’s younger brother on a blow-up mattress surrounded by colourfully wrapped presents for and from each one of them. Coraline has spent the past two months preparing, trying to make everything perfect, and the bags under her eyes that have appeared the past few days tell the story of the exhaustion that has consumed her. But, yet, there’s still an exhausted, fulfilling happiness that has found a home inside her chest. She can’t seem to find it within herself to be upset or stressed.

“Everything’s fine, now,” she tells him gently, curling into his side. His arm around her shoulder pulls her into his chest, the familiarity of his body so utterly reassuring.

She can’t seem to believe anything could be wrong with him by her side.

They’ve barely been able to find a spare moment to spend together for the past few weeks; between the Christmas prep, kids, family sweeping into town, and work, the only time they can seem to spare are the couple of minutes spent wrapped in each other’s arms just before they fall asleep, weary and glad for the embrace of the other.

Now, the world is still. And it’s just them, alone, for the first time in weeks, as the rest of the house sleeps, blissful in their dreams.

“I was worried when I woke up and you weren’t there,” he tells her. His hand reaches up to brush through her hair; she hasn’t brushed it and now it’s tangled from a night of restless sleep. He drops a kiss to her temple, a gentle gesture of comfort she hadn’t even realised she needed until he touches her.

“You always worry about me.” Coraline chuckles. “You don’t have to, baby,” she insists. Coraline sighs, content, as she rests her head against Marcus’ chest and dances her fingers over the thin material of his shirt. He’s still wearing the clothes he’d passed out in the night before, the same loose well-worn pyjama pants and loose white t-shirt he always wears to lounge around the house in, and it smells so strongly of his cologne that she’s sure she could drown in it. It’s one of the t-shirts he leaves for her when he leaves for a case, the one she slips into her suitcase when she’s away for work. Sometimes, it feels like she wears the shirt more often than he does. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful and waking you would have been selfish.”

“Oh, Sunshine,” he hums as his lips press into her hair. “Sometimes-” She can feel his grin, bright and broad and cheeky, the kind of smile he flashes when he cracks a joke or makes an innuendo or teases her until she blushes. She can tell what’s coming. “-I happen to like it when you’re selfish.”

Always such a damn flirt.

“Well-“ Coraline’s attempts to flirt back are cut short by a yawn that rips through her, stealing her breath. Instead, she just takes to burying her face further into Marcus’ chest; she can feel her eyelids growing heavy, again, the relieving feeling of sleep welcoming her back. The feel of Marcus holding her close inspires comfort in her chest. It’s mornings like these that she thanks God she gets to settle in his arms every single day. Choosing him was the best decision she ever made.

“Take the day off, Sunshine.”

“Mmm-” Coraline shakes her head. “Can’t. Too much to do.”

If she could, she would. Her back is aching. There’s pain spiking up her spine, uncomfortable every time she moves. But there’s too much to do and she’s rushed off her feet thanks to hosting Christmas for fifteen people. Still, his offer is far more alluring than it should be.

“I think-” Marcus’ hand sweeps over her stomach, pushing up beneath her shirt, dancing along her bare skin. Light fingers that soothe an ache she hasn’t even realised she has. “-that you deserve it.”

“You think?” She questions, voice low, arms winding around him to hold him tightly against her. The blanket she’d cradled around her falls away, sliding down to her waist and off her shoulders, but Marcus keeps her warmer than it ever could. She doesn’t need it anymore. Coraline tilts her head up; her nose brushes the side of his neck before her lips do, and he sighs when he feels the gentle touch of her kiss against his skin. He still smells faintly of the cologne he’d been wearing the day before, the smell she can never quite place save for the orange and vanilla that trails welcome behind it.

“You just want me to say ‘yes’ so you have an excuse to go back to sleep.”

Coraline yawns again. She muffles the sound against Marcus’ t-shirt, like he won’t be able to tell she’s tired if she does. “Not true. Can’t sleep, anyway. It’s Christmas,” she insists, like it’s obvious. She may no longer be a kid but the excitement of Christmas and everything that it entails is still the most wonderful thing to her. She doesn’t think she’ll ever grow tired of the feeling that comes when you wake early to the notion of festivity. “As if Ellie would ever let me sleep in.” She chuckles.

“Well, she is a momma’s girl.”

“Oh, please. She can’t get enough of you.” Coraline quirks an eyebrow towards him. “You’re a soft touch, Mr. Pike.”

Elizabeth Pike, or Ellie, affectionately, seems to have inherited every good trait from both Coraline and Marcus, even at two-years-old. She’s bright and sweet and smiles more than both of them. Marcus often jokes that she’s making up for her difficult birth by being constantly happy. She’s all they’ve ever wanted and more and, sometimes, Coraline has to take a moment when she realises just how lucky she is.

The past few weeks, at 6 am, on the dot, she bounds into their room, footsteps surprisingly heavy for a small two-year-old, and jumps on the bed yelling about Santa and if it was time for Christmas yet. She jumps until Coraline or Marcus woke and give in to her giggles and pleas for cereal. Lately, though Coraline has been awake before her daily daybreak visits, worried that everything is going to go wrong and she’s going to let everyone down after Kimmy and Daniel’s day last year.

Mostly she just wants things to be good for Ellie and Marcus.

If they’re happy, then that’s all that matters.

“Always for you two, Mrs Pike,” Marcus laughs softly. “That’s why you married me.”

“Oh no, I married you because I wanted an excuse to wear a pretty dress for a day.” Coraline nuzzles Marcus’ cheek before leaning up to kiss him. It’s slow and sweet, lazy in the best possible way as they both struggle to stay awake leaning into the warmth of each other. It always leaves her breathless, every time he kisses her, like it’s the first time outside her apartment all those years ago. She wants things to stay this way forever, like every time is the first time.

“Well, in that case, it was worth it just to see you in that dress,” he whispers against her lips. He tucks a strand of unruly hair behind her ear. “You looked so beautiful that day.”

Coraline knows that day was never something Marcus imagined. She’d known from the start that there might never be more, that he’d never want more commitment than what they already had between them. That he’d be too worried, his past tainting his future. And she was okay with that. Coraline knows the rings she wears didn’t come lightly; he’s had his heart broken one too many times and God knows he deserves a happy ending. She’ll always be glad he chose her. That he asked her something he never thought he’d ever ask someone again.

“Best decision I ever made.”

When she pulls back to look at him, he’s looking at her with so much adoration that she feels like crying. The neighbours have left their Christmas lights on; they sparkle in his brown eyes. She almost kisses him again, but if she starts she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to stop until someone either interrupts them - and they’ll spend the entire day embarrassed and red-faced around whoever finds them - or they all but freeze to death in the snow.

“What did I ever do to deserve you, beautiful?” He rasps, leaning forward to nip at her jaw, pressing sweet kisses across her skin.

She grins, as bright as the sun on a summer’s day and sighs contentedly at the brush of his lips. “Do you want one of your Christmas presents early?” She questions. It almost seems to come out of nowhere. But she’s been wanting to say something for a week now, waiting for the right moment, and she just can’t hold it in any longer.

“I’m not sure we can do that kind of thing on the front porch, Sunshine.” He smirks against her jaw. He misses the amused roll of her eyes.

“Not that,” Coraline scoffs, threading her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, twisting one gentle around her pointer finger. He’s grown his hair out a little recently - they’ve been so busy lately that haircuts haven’t been a priority, but she thinks the curls that fall over his forehead suit him. She doesn’t want him to ever cut his hair, but she thinks it might be selfish for her to ask him that. “This is much better.”

“Better than that?” He pulls back to look her in the eyes and he’s practically beaming. “It must be good, then.”

“Oh, I think you’ll like it, my love.”

“You sure?” He quirks an eyebrow, teasing and playful.

Coraline nods. She leans forward, her lips pressing against the shell of his ear before she whispers: “I’m pregnant.”

Marcus shoots back; his eyes are wide, wild and shocked, and she can’t tell if there are tears in his eyes or if it’s just the reflection of the Christmas lights again. His mouth falls open a couple of times, the words failing him, and Cora can’t help but grin. His face is a mirror image of the time she fell pregnant with Ellie, when he hadn’t believed their luck, just a couple of months before their wedding. “Seriously?”

When she nods, he reaches for her and tugs her into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her tight into his chest. “Another baby. We’re having another baby,” he chants, over and over, muffled by her hair as his strong arms loop around her torso and hold her so tightly that she almost can’t breathe.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Coraline whispers, lips dropping to his neck.

“Merry Christmas, Sunshine.”

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[theincuhusbands]

Crushes (Sam x Reader) - Part 3

This is a part three to a mini series started by @ashleylovessmto and @loveisafunnything​. You can find their first two parts here:

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: After Y/N and Sam agree to go on a date at the café, things keep coming up, will they finally get their date?

Warnings: Long, strong language, kissing and self esteem issues (only a little).

Word Count: 1399

It had been a week since the café conversation and most of my time was spent looking after Matthew. His fever had taken a turn for the worst and he couldn't even get out of bed now without stumbling all over himself about as gracefully as a baby giraffe. 

 James had paid a doctor to come and check up on him but all she said was 'It'll clear up in about week! Just make sure he gets lots of water and a couple ibuprofen or paracetamol a day".

Since a lot of the boys were busy with their new jobs - James running the company, Erik designing a wedding dress for his new client, Sam tracking down a gang that's been robbing small businesses etc...- I've been Matthew's prime carer.

Matthew sneezed all over himself but it was the most adorable sneeze I've ever seen. I giggle as I reach over to grab the box of tissues. "Top laughing at meh" Matthew says all stuffy making me laugh harder.

I grab a couple tissues and I hand them to Matthew as I start to clean him up. "Y/N?" I don't look up from my cleaning but let out a soft hmm to let him know I'm still listening. "Have you even gone out with Sam yet?" I question catches me off guard and I freeze for a second. I sigh quietly "no... not yet"

Thinking about that date has been my recent pass time. Wondering where Sam would like to take me... wondering if he's as excited about this as I am... wondering if he's even looking forward to it...

Matthew lets out a deep groan as I look down at his face, which is plastered with a scowl. "Why not?" I shrug as I stand up "I haven't had the time..." I walk through to the bathroom to pour Matthew a glass of water.

I sigh as I turn the tab on and start pouring water into the glass.

"And what has been taking up all your time that is sooooooo Important?!"

I peek my head out the side of the door to give Matthew a look as he just stares back at me.

...

I shake my head

"It's not that simple Matthew..." I walk out to see Sam leaning in the doorway. I look over to Matthew who is knocked out cold. "What's not so simple?"

I'm so surprised that I drop Matthew's glass of water. "Oh shit-" I bend down to try and pick it up when Sam runs over and grabs my arm. "No! Don't! You'll cut yourself Doofus"

I look up and see Sam's emerald green eyes plastered in concern. I quickly drop my eyes looking to the floor, feeling my face burn brighter than the sun. "Sorry, you just... surprised me"

Sam realises he's still holding my arm and lets go quickly and rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to scare you... I just..." He stands up and offers me a hand to pull me up off the floor, which I gladly accept.

Sam sighs looking at the smashed glass on the floor laying in the puddle of water. "let me clean this up."

I move over to sit on the bed next to Matthew and brush his hair gently out his face. I hear Sam sweeping up the glass as we stay in comfortable silence for a few moments.

"You know..." I turn around to face Sam but he's not looking at me. "What you're doing for Matthew... it's sweet..." I feel myself smile as my face grows red again. "Did you just?"

Sam smiles at me slightly before he puts the dust-pan and brush away in the bathroom. The small smile is enough to send butterflies through my stomach.

I look to Matthew, who's sleeping peacefully, maybe he wouldn't mind if I left for... just a little while. I hear Sam clear his throat but when I look up I see he's holding a bouquet of gorgeous white lilies. His face is dusted with a light shade of pink as he clears his throat again.

"I wanted to do this properly so... Y/N Anderson would you... like you like to go on a date... with me?" I feel my smile turn into a huge grin as I throwing myself around Sam as he (luckily) catches me.

"I'd love to... thank you for asking"

Sam smiles wider than I've ever seen making my knees go weak. I'd fall over if he weren’t holding me up right now. "Meet me down stairs in ten minutes..."

-------

I walk down the stairs seeing Sam standing at the door dressed smart-casual. I had thrown on a new dress Erik had made me the other week. Along with a purse and some jewellery the boys Naomi had bought me for my birthday last year.

I hurried down the stairs to meet Sam at the bottom. Sam looked at me silently without saying anything for a couple seconds making me doubt my choice of dress and if I should have worn something fancier or if the dress wasn’t flattering before Sam breathed out a quiet "Wow."

I felt myself blush as I smiled at him. "So, where are we going." Sam just looked at me a shook his head that's a surprise.

-------

We had been driving in the car for about half an hour and the longer we drove the more doubt started to set in at the back of my head. What am I doing here? Why did SAM want me here? I had never done anything like this before...

"Y/N? Whats wrong?"

I look up and just shake my head giving him a weak smile. He doesn't look too pleased with that answer. "Are you having second thoughts?" I pause for a minute.

"Sam... I've never- I've never done anything like this before..."

Sam looked a little shocked as he darted his eyes between me and the road. "When you say like this?"

I sigh as I turn to look out at the bright night lights of Chicago. "I've never done any of this before..."

"But when we met I-" he cuts himself off going silent as I can almost hear the cogs turning as it clicks into place. "That was your first kiss?" I nod my head slowly.

Sam went quiet. The most silent I've ever seen someone go. I looked forward to see him turn around at the roundabout. "Wait what? What are we doing?" Sam shakes his head "I'm taking you home."

I sit myself up as I turn to look at him shocked "What? No." Sam looks at me "You really want do go on a date with me after that? You said yourself you were having second thoughts." Sam pulls the car over onto the street as he turns to face me. I shake my head vigorously. "No! Not about- I was just worried it would freak you out... but I do want this..." Sam looks at me for a couple moments. I bite my lip as I get an idea to show him how much I want this.

I unbuckle my seatbelt as Sam looks at me confused; his eyebrows furrowed. I climb over the car and sit myself in his lap gently grabbing his shoulders to steady myself. I've never been this close to someone, so intimately close to someone let alone him. I lift his face up so his eyes look into mine. I can see his cheeks burn furiously as he looks at me. I take his face in my hands as I lean in and whisper "I want to be with you."

I close the gap between us as he softly kisses back. He gently places his hands on my back. This kiss is different than the one before. I don't feel him taking any of my energy, there’s no tiredness, just the feeling of being with him.

After a couple of moments, I pull back gasping for air. We stare into each other’s eyes as he pushes a stray hair out of my face. "I'm going to make this the best date in your life."

I smile at him and laugh slightly. "I never doubted that for a second."

I spend the rest of the car journey silently thanking his nosey sons-of-bitches-brothers for bringing this up at the café.

[thiswasinevitableid]

#08 with Danbrey, sfw please!

Here you go!

08.  I wrote my crush a note except I started it with ‘dear you’ and my friend stuck it into the wrong locker and now you think I have a crush on you 

“Dude, chill, you look like you’re gonna pass out in lunch.”

“I’m fine, totally fine.” Aubrey continues jiggling her leg and scanning the quad.

“Gotta side with Jake on this one” Duck pokes her with her unopened tupperware of salad, “c’mon, can’t work your charm on an empty stomach.”

“But what if it slipped out, or I wrote the directions wrong, or she loses it-”

“Dude, I put it in the locker myself, super careful and shit.”

“Uh, Aubrey, is that her?”

“Huh? Uh nope” Aubrey follows Duck’s pointer finger to a blonde girl in a green sweater and copper skirt who is clearly looking for someone. She’s cute, but she’s not who Aubrey is hoping to see.

“You sure? Because now she’s lookin’ right at us.”

Aubrey’s glad she hasn’t eaten, because it would be making it’s way back up. 

“Jake, what locker did you put the note in?”

“453?”

“453 B?”

“There’s more than one?”

“That’s the section of school that has an upper and lower level!” Aubrey squeak-hisses as the girl notices her.

“Ohhhhh. Sorry dude.”

Duck whacks his hand against his forehead as Aubrey goes deer in headlights under hazel eyes. 

“Uh, hi, Aubrey?”

“Yep.”

“I found this in my locker. I, we have bio and english together, but I hadn’t realized you’d been paying that much attention to me.”

“Yep, I sure have.” Aubrey can’t stop smiling; it’s like some kind of horrible survival mechanism. Crap, what is this girl’s name?

The sweet smile falters, “you don’t know I am, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Oh. I mean, I guess ‘dear you’ is kind of vague, so maybe I shouldn’t have assumed, but it was in my locker.”

“There was, um, a mix-up, it was supposed to go in someone else’s but the messenger messed up.”

“Sorry.” Jake gives his best baby-seal sad eyes.

“Okay.” The girl says, sheen of friendliness over her disappointment, “that’s, that’s totally fine. Mistakes happen. Here” she hands back the note, “so you can try again.”

Aubrey takes it, watches her turn, and lets her guilt the better of her, “wait, um, uh, um-”

“Dani.” The girl says flatly.

“Dani, right. Would you, like, want to come to this magic show I’m doing tonight? You seem super cool and my act is pretty good. Duck and Jake are coming, right guys?”

“Apparently.” Duck looks at Jake, who shrugs. 

“Uh, sure. That sounds cool.

“Cool. Cool cool.” Aubrey hurriedly scribbles her phone number and the address of the cafe on the back of the mis-delivered note, “see you then.”

As they watch Dani walk away, Duck leans over and mumbles, “did you just ask a girl you barely know on a date?”

“No, I asked her to come to my show. Totally not a date.”

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Okay, so this totally isn’t a date. Dani finds a spot on the right side of the room, sets her chai latte and scoots the chair across the scratched hardwood.

But if it’s not a date, then where are Aubrey’s two friends? Aubrey asking her feels pretty date-ish (unbeknownst to her, Jake has fallen asleep and Duck is busy “studying” with his boyfriend). 

Aubrey takes the stage to mild applause and Dani sighs; she looks so cool, so pretty in her magicians outfit. Just like she looks cool and pretty in her denim vest and combat boots at school, or when she’s staring out the window during class and the light hits her face and hair just right and she looks like a painting. 

Dani’s had a crush on her since the fall, has brainstormed with her best friend, Barclay, how to ask her out. But when they inevitably come to the conclusion that asking her out involves actually talking to her, Dani panics and gives up. 

When she’d found the note, she couldn’t believe her luck. Then, when she learned the truth, she still couldn’t believe it, because man was that some shitty luck. 

Aubrey runs through her act, Dani entranced every moment of it. She’s even more dynamic onstage than she is in class, her energy coursing through the room and making everyone turn and look at her. She has a minor hiccup when her animal assistant, Dr. Harris Bonkers, PhD, runs off with her prop, but she plays it off and has the audience laughing as she sets the indignant bunny back on his spot. 

When the show is over, Dani goes to join her as she packs up her stuff. 

“That was so cool.”

“Thanks!”

“Seriously, it was like you’re a professional, you were so incredible up there.”

“Practicing in the bathroom mirror works wonders. And annoys my dad when I do it for two hours non-stop.”

“How’d you do the thing with the fire and the coin? Oh, wait, you're not supposed to reveal your secrets right?”

“I mean that’s kinda like the magician’s code, but…” Aubrey smiles teasingly, tapping her chin in exaggerated thought. 

“Please?” Dani bats her eyelashes, making Aubrey giggle, a sound that’s even better up close, and the reaction emboldens her, “what if I buy you ice cream as a trade?”

“Pretty sure I can, like, bend the code for that.” She hoists her bag over one shoulder and lifts Dr. Harris Bonker’s carrier with her hand, “let me just put some stuff in my car first.”

Soon they’re sitting at the nearby Yogurt Castle, on a stone bench outside since they have the rabbit with them. Dani takes a sliced strawberry from the top of her cone and holds it up to the carrier. The rabbit chomps down and devours the fruit with alarming speed. 

“Hungry bunny.” 

“He wants you to think I never feed him so he’ll get more strawberries. But I do. When I first got him I gave him too many treats and he wouldn’t fit in the compartment for the hat trick.”

“Did he have to go on a bunny diet?”

“Yep” Aubrey licks her spoon and Dani blushes, hoping the darkness covers it, “he ate my boots in revenge.”

“Dr. Harris Bonker’s, that was very rude.”

Aubrey nudges their feet together, “thanks for using his full title, he worked hard for that PhD.”

They spend the next hour just chatting, and Dani learns that Aubrey likes most of the same bands as her and that her face crinkles in the most adorable way when she grins. 

“Hey” Aubrey touches her arm as they’re walking back to their cars, “I really liked hanging out with you. Do you, um, wanna hang out again sometime?”

“That sounds great.” 

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“See, when they’re planted like this, the marigolds help keep aphids away.” Dani finishes patting soil around the small plants, budding but not yet blooming. 

“Wow. It’s like natures bug control.”

“Yep” Dani nods, adjusting her straw hat, “we try really hard not to use pesticides and stuff in the community gardens. C’mon, let’s go check on the strawberries.”

Aubrey takes her offered hand, standing and following her through the rows of seedlings and saplings, spring sun soaking into her shoulders. She’s been spending more and more of her weekends here in the gardens with Dani helping her when she can and talking with her while she tends to her patches of the space. Dr. Harris Bonkers comes sometimes, Dani insisting that his nibbling on plants is offset by the fact that his poop is excellent compost. Aubrey comes to give them both fresh air, to give the rabbit some enrichment and herself the chance to learn something totally new. 

But mostly she comes because Dani is here. 

The crush crept up on her little by little, solidified the day Dani suggested they go on a picnic and then made a mini-salad for Dr. Harris Bonkers. Aubrey’s had plenty of crushes over this year, but with Dani it’s like someone whacked her in the head with the two-by-four of love. 

Dani kneels down in the earth by the strawberry plants, looking at the leaves and little unripe berries to make sure they’re growing okay. Her hair drapes like molten gold across her face and shoulders, and when she brushes it out of the way she leaves a streak of dirt on her cheek, laugh like a birdsong when she notices. She looks like a goddess, some ethereal creature of sunlight and growth sent to earth. And Aubrey is ready to worship her. 

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“Aubrey, you know you can just ask her out for real, right?”

“But what if she doesn’t believe me or thinks it’s a mistake again or she actually isn’t interested in me but is just being super nice and touchy-feely in a friend way?”

“Because none of that sounds like her?”

“Agggh, what do I do Duck?”

“Please just ask her out already.” Rumbles a voice behind them. 

Aubrey and Duck jolt, tun to find the source of the voice is Barclay, Dani’s friend. 

“Seriously, all she does is talk about you, which is good because I like seeing her happy, but if I have to hear her agonizing over whether you like-like her one more time, I’m gonna lose it.”

“Is that enough proof?”

“But, like, what if-”

“Aubrey” Duck crosses his arms, “just ask her, or I’m goin’ back on my promise to bunny-sit.”

“Fine.”

“Thank fuck.”

“And I think I, like, maybe have an idea about how to do it…

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The note falls out when she opens her locker after school.

Dear you, meet me by the red benches out front. Love, your secret admirer

She crosses her fingers and toes as she walks out to the front of the school, hoping to see black hair and a freckled, smiling face waiting for her on that bench. 

She does. 

“Um, hey.” Aubrey keeps looking nervously down at her shoes.

“This isn’t another mistake, right?”

“Nope. I wanted to ask you out because I’ve got a big fucking crush on you, cutie.”

Dani drops down onto the bench with relief, “thank god because I could not handle that mix-up twice. I have a huge crush on you too, fireblossom. I have for months.”

“Hold the fuck on, months? Like, before we were hanging out? Ugh, oh god, the first note, now I feel like even more of a jerk for the mistake.”

Dani loops her arm over Aubrey’s shoulder, “want to know how to make it up to me?”

“Hoo boy do I.”

Dani cups her chin, leans in and kisses her gently. Aubrey sighs, scooting closer as the kiss deepens and finally ending up in her lap. When they break apart, Aubrey bumps their noses together in what she always calls a bunny kiss. 

“Sooooooo this means you want to go out with me, right?” Aubrey smiles, only half-joking. 

“Yes, hot stuff, it does.”

Aubrey sighs, kisses her neck before resting against her. And for the third time in months, Dani can’t believe her luck.  

[fortheheavenssake]

MM ANON II - 1

April 15, 2020

1. April 15

MM ANON …… doctor gone batty……… LA for dummies ……… Doctors Within Borders ……… social insistence ………… hugs not bugs……… absolutely isolated Kate. ……… “ not a whisper ma’am ……… St George’s chapel of course!!…………… with humility skippy, with humility.

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Mm anon verified

MM ANON … to forgive Devine. To accept ones shortcomings is a hard pill to swallow especially if like myself your behaviour Is mired in self justification and blind contempt … it’s taken me a long time to ask forgiveness ……… and pride is a killer of the spiritual light. To those who can find forgiveness on their heart I thank them, humbly and sincerely. ……… MM ANON

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3. April 30

MM ANON ……… the only virus ………… wonderful children to hug…… magnificent isolation ma’am……… dirty Megan,clean Harry ……… will never be the same ………… big things for a future princess ……… home cooking ………… “ ground control to major Tom” ………. “ and wash your bloody hands!!!……… an archificial birthday ………… trooping the colours???

Thank you! Happy to have you back!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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4. April 30

MM Anon

MM ANON …… Many thanks skippy ……… a privilege to return to you all ……… graciously thankful to pg , skippy and all anons. Callidus er populum

Welcome back….😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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5. May 1.

MM ANON … it’ll cost us thousands …… “ ‘‘tis the times’ plague , when madmen led the blind “……… 🎼 all the clubs have been closed down 🎼………… “ if you both don’t stop fighting I’ll send you to Madagascar “ ………… “ one makes ones bed”…………… “ well wash your bloody hands AGAIN!!”…………… “ there so funny on screen Philip” …… Quo victuals est super eam et irrumabo …………… next slide please.

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6. May 2.

MM ANON ……… bless all who come here……… stay safe ……… not sneezing season ……… birthday girls world following ……… sitting on the toilet screaming and howling ……… Plasma fantazma?……… 🎼give a little bit 🎼……… “ I swear ,I’ll send you to bloody Madagascar “……… “another top up sir”………” leave the poor man be Philip “……… “no ma’am not yet” ……… Wilfred!!!!!………… “ Bloody Wilfred!!”……… conspirators will spread another sort of virus.

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7. May 3

MM ANON ………Lucrezia Markle……… For her own well-being … she’s kicking and sedated ……… safety net for Harry ……… a very private LOCK-down ………” GATEWAY“intervention …… “NHS Catherine , Sterling work darling “ …………” yes ,I love Frozen 2” ………… PTA……… “ your experience would be valued ma’am”……… “ I myself am best when least in company “……… absque misericordia

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8. May 4

MM ANON …… granny flap…… delusions of gran-tour…… “ aye, some wantid er’ but Walt dis-ney “…… a p****hub offer worth millions …… a secret return …… Lottie leaded Cambridge assault ……… “ a very prominent speech for VE DAY ma’am”. …… unlocking the unlock able ………… 🎼day by day…🎼………… pause ,pray, proceed. …… optimistic optimism???

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9. May 5

MM ANON …… Thank Dear anon for interpretation …… and yes if you’re struggling dear pg … prayers and hugs

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10. May 5

MM ANON ……… “ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂………… Archificialy archificial. ……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “……… a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar……… tunc non transiet ……… an infectious tube……… my my margarita ……… let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

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11. May 6

MM ANON ………… archificial anniversary ……… “she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………I speak for Meghan ……… 🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼……… “ the fool doth think he is wise…… “………… 🎼come fly with me (not)🎼……… A few weeks more …………” we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …………… “ yes , a new medal is appropriate” ………… unlockdown!!! ………… “ give us a hug”.

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12. May 6

MM ANON ……… Sooooooo , where is Harry in the duck / rabbit video????????????????? An archificial attempt to ingratiate herself as a mother of a surrogate child. She looks a tad sheepish 🐏🐏🐏🐏🐏🐏🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑. 😂😂😂😂

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13. May 7

MM ANON … Spider Sandwiches ………… the photographic phenomenon ………… “O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon” ……… “ modest, small and incremental “ ……… “ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ……… “ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. ………… another modest outfit. ……… the books a flop, who would buy it? ……… “ dada duck duck”…………”ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “…………… her irrelevant life………… desperately seeking ANYTHING………… a sad demise Rachael!!

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14. May 7

MM ANON …… dear and inquisitive anons ……… THE RIDDLES ARE “ ENTERTAINMENT “ only, a parody and lightness of spirit and soul! It’s a privilege to be here , by the grace of Skippy …………… enjoy!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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15. VE Day 75, May 8

MM ANON …… My mother was a plotter at Northolt fighter base in 1943 where she met my father who was a pilot, I remember her saying that the Polish pilots were the bravest men she ever met. ………… we shall remember them 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

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16. May 8

MM ANON …… The Queen, god bless her……… blackout ……… the king/ the Queen the nation ……… never give up, never despair ……… the home front……… 🎼some sunny day 🎼………… 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦……… and all who fought ……… a day like no other……… at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

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17. May 9

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜MM ANON ……… Dear pg , your gracious tribute to the riddle. I Ended the post in tears ………………… respect.

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18. May 9

MM ANON …… “ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “……… on yer bike……… 🎼that’s life,……🎼………… Bar Wars………… survival of the fit-test……………”a vulgar mansion “…………… Spider sandwiches……… an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ……… now that’s TRUE grit…………… be- bop-a-loo-la RIP……… The Serenity prayer……thank you for this forum xxxxx…………… it will end ,…one day!!

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19. May 10

MM ANON ……… Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months ……… hospitality will become inhospitable ………… the R factor ………… “Henry, don’t do that”. …… return to school??? …………… no guidelines …………… be alert,the country needs lerts………… risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety ………… it’s the economy,stupid!! ………… test, Trace and isolate. ………… a silver lining 🌈🌈

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20. May 11

MM ANON …… Thrive???………… definitely Malibu ………wear a mask ………… confusing but amusing ……… a question of credibility ……… 🎼 we can be heroes ……🎼…” what ever happened to wrinkle cream?”……… love and hugs to all our anon friends ……… 🎼 now there are three steps to heaven 🎼………… Brave New World ……… a quiet Queen.

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21. May 13

MM ANON …… for saving my mother ……… father ……… grandmother …… grandfather …son ……… sister……… brother……… daughter ………… thank you for saving my life nurse / doctor /……… how can I EVER thank you all ……… from the bottom of my ❣ ……… I can never find the words ……… my gratitude is unending ……… god bless you all. ……… GOD BLESS YOU ALL!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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22. May 13

MM ANON ……… “come on Kate, off to Queens”……… Charlotte goes first……… “George ‘ get your bicycle “……… 🎼bye bye miss American spy🎼……… 🎼listen , do you want to know a secret 🎼……… stay alert 🤣🤣🤣……… trains, planes and automobiles……… driving miss day-see? ……… FOUR!!!! …………… an art gallery,when??……… single prayers please.

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23. May 13.

MM ANON …………… to all who visit ………… riddles are entertainment only … a parody ,a light and fluffy expression. 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂Thank you all for understanding.

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24. May 14

MM ANON …… school of thought ……… bulldoze in and takeover ……… Braveheart & Boris ………… dead theatre ……… GOT………… Charlotte summer ……… anticipation of antibodies ………… China???………… death of Hollywood ………… 🎼blow a little whistle 🎼………… we have no plan B……… I’m so bored ………… “ we’re gonna need a bigger fence”

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25. May 15

MM ANON ……… a lovely surprise ……… sweet Charlotte ……… it’s teaching Jim, ……………”Harry, you know you’ll always have a place “……………”he’s not happy Catherine “ ……… R1………… re-train………… clubbings, clubbed…… Tea-CHING…………… “ yes, that’s a really good question”…………2 metres for ever???………… a rally in Calais. ………… GBHMTQAOGC 🇬🇧🌈🇨🇦

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26. May 16

MM ANON …… “ I’m keeping my tennis shoes on”……… “I’m not getting out of bed for less than 3mill” …… cold nose undercover ………… a learning yearning ………… “friends thou hast, and there adoption tried “…… …… 🎼ya gotta give a little 🎼……………… “I’m not happy about them returning William “ …………… “ One needs ones hair attended too”………… “ I’ll bloody cut it myself !!”……… “ I know!! … SYDNEY!!”

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27. May 17

MM ANON …… a Diamond evaluator ……… Of no consequence whatsoever ……… straight to credits. ………… LA Confidential ………… 🎼no sir I don’t mean maybe 🎼…………… 🎼Don’t fence me in🎼…………… “ I want Adele you a story “……………… The man from U.N.C.L.E. Harry …………… “ ones lockdown sucks” ………… “ miserable without Boddys old thing “ …………… “Sydney’s slacking “.

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28. May 18

MM ANON ……… a personal loss………… the Dynamic Duo………… FPhishing……Nlcola Nike Snike ………… Hydroxy- foxy(do not do this at home)…………………” a suitable case for ( shhhhh) treatment “ ………… “ no comment “ …………… “ a game of cards old thing “…………… “patience Philip ……………” ………… ma’am , it’s Charlotte and George on tic-toc…………… “dance, gan, gan, you dance, … Sydney!! 

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29. May 19

MM ANON …… Ana-adversity …… the gathering marital storm…………” first family visit will be the United States when normalisation hits ma’am” …………”life will return ma’am”……… Who is that? …………… guesting the testing ……… “ they won’t return early ma’am”…………… “one speaks to Catherine,daily , and the little ones” ……… “it’s interminable Sydney,” …” a Little top-up sir”

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30. May 20

MM ANON … Regarding the gathering of unhappy people, slutmeg only invited the men she had slept with , with their +ones ……… the members of the RF who attended treating it as a pantomime and a priceless observation of side- eyes and laughter. HMTQ look at slutmeg… EPIC. 😂😂😂😂😂😱😱😱😱😱

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31. May 20

MM ANON ……… 5 years old ‘ COVID security ……… transmission admission??……… 1st. June. …………… A pollution solution ………… free at last……… kiss 💋 me 😱😱😱………… another Father???…………… Spanish,French and judo 😂😂😂…………… lies,damm lies, and MM……… an expensive squat………… A Greece-y gamble. ………… “ is one sitting comfortably’ good, Once apon a time “

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32. May 21

MM ANON …… “what , seen at Lympstone “………… a Diplomatic retreat ……… A-Nul-ment………… NY bio-diver-city……… facegrime ………… Charles, a man for all see-sons……… thermal Heathrow ………… 1st Solo address ………… high-end-ing ………… “ clever children, such a lovely dance”……… “ no darlings gan-pops with Sydney “………… “ yes’ we’ll all bake a cake “………… “ pretty Jim-jams Charlotte “.

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33. May 22

MM ANON …… 88 two fat ladies ……… two blacked out Discovery’s in St Leonard’s ……… Priti Draconian …… pray,or else!! ………… gel my temperature ……… wash your hands then wrinkle cream ……… a memorial event ………… Hong-Gone…………” well, wake him up Sydney!!………… “bloody hell Sydney “ ………… “ sorry ma’am , Charlotte wants to play bingo”……… “ wonderful , clickerty duck”

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34. May 23

MM ANON …… 44 million? ………… anons’ how much on clothes?………… “still looked trash”………… evidences of past yachting 😱😱😱😱😱………… LA EX?? ………… “ in Exeter”…………… “ Josh Stones!!“………… a second peak? ……………not in Spain 🥳🥳🥳………… meanwhile in WC. ……… “ gan gan I want a tiara “ ………… “ and one day you shall “ ……… “ is nanny back Catherine?”……… “where’s my bloody slippers “ ……” your wearing them sir”

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35. May 23

ANON … As we all submit our little posts give a thought for the reason we can , it’s the ever faithful skippy and her eclectic forum ……… love, prayers, animals, history, royalty, and silliness ……… god bless you dear skippy 💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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36. May 24

MM ANON …… Cummings going?………Lottie nottie going ……… Harry’s 💡 idea……… “give birth? Incapable!! ……… “during yachting “………… “ I’ve seen the evidence “ ………… “ she lied to TBRF” ……… MOS knows!! …… 🎼we’re all going on a summer 🎼………… to pray or not pray………… “ Pleeeeez gan gan!! “……… “ one day you shall sweet girl” ……… “ next year , if things are admissible “ ……… “ he’s a tad grumpy ma’am”……… “ ignore him Sydney”

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37. May 25

MM ANON …… Charlottes WWWeb……… Rules, What Rules. ……… in flight,flight. ………… Tinsel down……… hugs not bugs ………… non essential retailers open ………… no pubs, sport , cinemas, theatres, …………… Cummings,a shaggy dog story. ……… a very angry electorate ………… “ I want to go school gan gan”………“let’s see your dancing “………”no, school gan gan!!……… “ Oooooo, whats mummy doing “ ………… “ Sydney, refreshments ‘please.

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38. May 25

MM ANON …… MEMORIAL DAY …IN HONOUR OF THEIR SERVICE ……………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧

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39. May 26

MM ANON …… Kate re-opening high street……… “excellent, as retail ambassador “……… W&K will have the public’s ear” …………”a late family tour ma’am’……… “ that’ll put a a Kate among the pidgins” …… “ a damaging tome sir “……… “ opening book shops, how’ll that work?……… “you can’t handle books……… “ o’ Philip, a quiet night”…… “ bloody hell !! What’ no tic-toc ?……… “nanny’s organised bingo”:…… “ ahhh, ……… Sydney ‘ something strong!!

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40. May 27

MM ANON …… KATE MIDDLETON IS A FUTURE QUEEN! She has three beautiful children and a loving husband, solid, grounded and intelligent. THIS IS THE FUTURE OF OUR MONARCHY ,I THINK SHE HAS MORE SPIRITUAL STRENGTH. AND WILL BE THE FOUNDATION OF THE CAMBRIDGE FUTURE. GBHMTQAOGC 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

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41. May 27

MM ANON ………”I get tired of Lottie tic-toc-ing” ………… “little Louis gets tired using the trampoline “……… “ I’m off to Queens,tennis “……… back on his Ducati……… Nanny is making 🥘 paella ………… “I’ve managed to acquire that box set ma’am” …… “ Gangs of London or The Sopranos“……… both ma’am”……… “bloody epic Sydney “……… “ is that bumbling Minister still running round the palace “……… “ tell him to piss-orf”……… “ top-ups”

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42. May 28

MM ANON …… MM drone ing on…… tittle Tatler ……… lockdown tour T-shirt ………… ahhhhhhh, rate!! ……… school digital haves’ digital have nots……… rid the clap!! ………… one metre ………… “ it’s football Jim, but not as we know it “………… “To his good friends, thus wide lle ope my Armes: ……… “ look Philip,it’s Louis bouncing “ ……… “they have a new dance”……… “ return of a routine“…………” Maria and Lottie swimming “ …… “bloody hydrotherapy on Sunday “……… “ I think that’s enough Sydney “

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43. May 29

MM ANON ……… looting/ shooting ………… “ tic-toc Nanny”………… “ ok! Charlotte, get Louis too” ……… “ George,do it properly “……… W&K , It’s a challenging schedule ma’am” …………” there having a bike day at Brands Hatch with Ducati “ ……… “ Nottingham cottage ma’am”………… “like old times ma’ am”……………” I’ll have a quiet word with Donald “………… “ not Philip, his diplomacy is wanting”………… “exiting times ma’am”……… “ one shall insist on compliance Christopher “

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44. May 30

MM ANON …………… another billionaire friend ………… she lies on lies…………desperate for attention ……… a roadmap to nowhere ……… up up and away ……… all white on the night …………LTA talks with Kate ………… MENSA with Charlotte??………… “ bright as a button ma’am”. …… “ not this side of the family “………” there coming over next week”………” Mmmmm , live tic-toc”……… fairycakes Sydney.

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45. May 31

MM ANON …… it Musk be love ……… nine elms………… agent provocateur ………… teetering on the edge………… body cams?? ………… amateur photographers unite ………… front line statue ……… 🎼I heard it on the grapevine 🎼………… “ no darling not today”……” we’re going to visit gan gan” …………”staying overnight ma’am” ………… “ a few days Sydney “………… “ tomorrow night, it’s a little concert Philip, don’t get grumpy “ ………… “bloody hell, I’m low on refreshments. “

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46. June 01

MM ANON … Balmoral Fern………… plastic Nile. ………… in the Bunker ………… Autopsy …………………Truth , Justice and the American way ………… WC welcome …………… “ would one know how to barbecue Sydney??” ………… William will oblige ma’am……”one prefers coronation chicken “…………… “unicorn sausages ,Lottie George??……… “just salad ma’am. “

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47. June 02

MM ANON ……… keep your distance ………” it’s a curfew Jim , but not as we know it “ …… “ A plague o’ both your houses “……… house today , gone tomorrow ………… “all lives matter “ …………… cut and roots and streaks ……… B&EC are reluctant to return ………… Minister misleads testing ……… office of national ridistics ……… 🎼I I see a bad moon rising 🎼………… blackout Tuesday ………… “ “wear a body-cam old thing, then I can pretend I’m riding “ …………… “one would look ridiculous Philip!!”……… “ Sydney, stop pouring “

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48. June 03

MM ANON …… 2020 another royal baby ………… development in Portugal ……… more charges eminent Minnesota ……… a wet summer ………… ISS a strange smell? ……… … London protests …………NAACP……… size 12 , and the shoes 👠 ……………” mummy , mummy- goes viral ………” we’ll old thing, I wasn’t expecting that ending “……… “ so enjoyable Philip ‘ anymore Sydney?……… “ I think Catherine has Peaky-Blinders ma’am” …… “ is it a bit GBH ? “ ……… “ yes ma’am”……… “Ohhhh goody”.

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49. June 04

MM ANON ……MM heartfelt acting……… W&K just heartfelt 💓………… the Tatler connection ………… 🎼stormy weather …………… 🎼………… MadDog…………2nd degree. X 4……………… 14 days to binge. ……… a Russian contamination …………vaccine summit ……… ”that’s a terrible selfie Philip, it’ll frighten her” ………” let Sydney do it!! “ ……… “take one together ma’am” ……… “ give me the bloody thing !! “ …… bloody tic-toc “ ………… “ one zooms” ……… “get him some refreshments Sydney”

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50. June 04

MM ANON …… “ Heartfelt video “ anything heartfelt in the life of MM is self indulgent. A selfish PR attempt to seem engaged in the national conciseness Her agenda …… “how can I make this about ME!!! “ this woman is so shallow. ………… a Caucasian of infinite insults. A pitifully example of insecurity and ego. A walking talking resentment. God help her!!

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51. June 5

MM ANON …… never look a gift bandwagon in the mouth…… everyone is crawling out the woodwork ……… “I’m covert 19 , fly me” ……… M&H on the March??? ………… over 40,000………… flight attendant/ ……… the dodgy R…………… mandatory masks ………… The Amazon too ??? ………… online celebrity … “ There here Philip “ …………” one has to distance darlings “ …… “ yes there lovely shoes” ……… “ look Philip, live tic-toc “………” it’s wonderful wonderful “ ………… “amazing, he’s shot up “ ………” shall we have a little refreshments?”

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52. June 6

MM ANON …… the battle of Whitehall ……… agent Provocateurs………new trading …… it’s a Sunday Jim ,but not as we know it ………… social distancing got wet……… antibodies have the answer ……… R is above 1 in the SWest Of England. 😱😱😱😱……… second spike😱😱😱………🎼when I was 65 ,it was a very good year 🎼………… “ look it’s mummies wedding “ ……… “it’s mummy gan gan” ……… “ yes , so pretty the coach “ ………” I want one “ ……… “ one day sweetie, one day” ………” will you come gan gan ? “ ………… “ I’ll try darling “.

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53. June 7

MM ANON …… I’d like to thank pg /LK and all the anons who attempt/ solve and interpretations of the riddles that skippy graciously lets me post 💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💓💓💓🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧Many thanks to all those who partake.

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54. June 7

MM ANON ……who’s her next favourite millionaire ……… Malibu?? ……… NYC??……… another sad video cry for help ……… archificial ( firsts words) 🤣🤣🤣………… mad / bad & dangerous to know ……… “ it’s me, me film me!! ………… “ turn around!! “ ……… “ he’s not letting her agenda rule” ………” this is not up for debate ��………… “yes ones looking forward to traveling up there “ ………” get in touch with the Gillie” …………… “ can one travel to ones other residence?…………… “ can’t find my bloody glasses, Sydney!!

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55. June 8

MM ANON ……D.O.J.……… A Stern retort. ………… the sept. Soothsayer ……… A 14 day suicide for the trade………… in court today ……… Beatrice tooo tu!! …………… wonderful Wessex……… more photos from Kate??? ……… no fuss birthday ………… “ shall one suggest a gathering of 8 .” ………” no, silly’ Balmoral?? ……… MM desperatum iri videbatur……

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56. June 9

MM ANON ……… everyone and their brother,brother ……… wow!! What a photo Kate!!…………… little Louis gets a surprise …………… a well rounded future of three( four) ……… A birthday tic-toc dance………… “ do Catherine , come and bring the children “………… “maybe a change of routine “………… “ Both of you are an example hope”……… “ yes George,I’ll see if we can get to a match”

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57. June 10

MM ANON … Gone……………everything is now B&W…………… “ but’ tomorrow is another day”………… “ but old thing, I look like bloody Bela Lugosi” ………… “ shutup Philip”……… “ just Take the bloody picture “.………”they’ve hardly ever been on a train William “………… “ yes , they’d be very excited 😜 “ ………… 🎼we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow 🎼…………… she lies for exposure……… yachting’ secret exposure !! …………… this time it’s explosive!! ………… “ great scoop Beth.”

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58. June 11.

MM ANON …… dib dib dib……… one metre before July …………care-ing monarch online ……… 🎼What picture,what a photograph 🎼………… DOC museum of photography ? ………. Columbus falls……… “ I shall insist it’s the best TTC old thing “ …………a trace race. ………… Sunday Balmoral?? ………… “ plenty of fresh air for them” ……… “ in the lodge” ……… “C&C can stay here” ……………” your good at this zoom lark old thing “…………… “Group Of eight, a dinner party

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59. June 12

MM ANON …… for the anon who thinks she has superior knowledge of the riddles and has a problem with the wonderful interpretations of LK and pg. ……… I suggest you join the other ignorant anons who pay us a fleeting visit ……………THEN DISAPPEAR!! Skippy, we’re the ones who love you 💜💜💜💜💜

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60. June 12

MM ANON …… my BFF , sacked……… mr President,welcome ……… on mental health ‘ goal……… “they’ll still turn up old thing “………… “ they won’t see anything Philip “ ……… Boris,incandescent!! ……… “🍕 Pizza night children “………… “ thecrown old thing “ ……… “ NO!!” ………… “ we haven’t finished peakyblinders” ……… “ bloody brummies” ……… “ PHILIP!!………… Sydney ‘ we’re out of your refreshment sir “ ………… WHAT!!

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61. June 13

MM ANON …HMTQ was social distancing ……… beautiful in blue……… “ amazing bloody parade “…… to Broach the subject …… “ you looked magnificent old thing”. ……… KHAN GET IT RIGHT …… a WEE disturbing …… hugs 🤗 not bugs……… the China syndrome ……… open market 😱😱😱………… won’t ring Beijing …………… “ Ahhh, Sydney, you refreshed the refreshments “ ………” ignore him Sydney “………… “ I found an old vidio TTC , 1975 Old thing, our favourite hits” ……… “ those were ones days” ………” we looked the mutts-nuts old thing

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62. June 14

MM ANON …… Adeleville……… Westfield?? ………… Charlottes delivery …………… 🎼grab the cash with both hands🎼………… another scam charity …………… she’s a race… ist ………… she publishes the book ………………… we will destroy her, we have the tapes…… “ no more Mrs, nice ma’am!! “ ………… “ ones gloves are orf Christopher ………… “ it was a very good year,old thing “.

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63. June 15.

MM ANON ……… Shetland lift-off……… LIZA with a ‘ don’t know em……………” it’s shopping Jim, but not as we show it……… “ matter of fact it’s all dark” …………… first jet easy ………… Brexit,old white guys drinking a lot. …………… a moment of reckoning ……… a virtual Wimbledon?? ………… Catherine to the rescue …… “ Ahhh , a relaxing night old thing “ …………… “Sydney’s provided a new box set” …… “Boardwalk Empire” ………“ bit violent old thing” ……… “ Epic Philip!!”…… “ones usual Sydney “………… “great!! No bloody tic toc.

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64. June 16

MM ANON …… “she Ascot nothing on me” ………… para-thanks William ……… PC , LOST weight??…………Oxford,Oxford ……… STIR-oid ………U-Turn dinner …………… falling tragedy ………… the Paris peasants are revolting ……… ……… “ we can still dress-up cabbage 🥬 “ ………… “Anne, my yellow ensemble”……… “Sydney ‘ a photo”………… “that’s a keeper, old thing” ……… “ here we go , tic-toc, the three of them” ………… “O, and Catherine!!” ………… “ ehhhh, And William “ ………… “ make it a double Sydney “…… “ how entertaining Philip “

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65. June 17

MM ANON … Goal no goal, offside!! …………red zone……… rear ended,whoops!! ………… saliva sample ………… another rally?? …………… a £ 900,000 paint job. ………… madam NYC incognito …………ZOOM to William ……… mutant outbreak confirmed ……………… NDA bombshell. …………joining the UN? …………… Chile lockdown ………”how many episodes old thing “ ………… “ yes , that Nucky chappie is a tad violent” ………… “ she’s meeting at Wimbledon “……………… “ Nanny’s taking them to the zoo”

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66. June 18

MM ANON ……… “NEVER………… “ ………” mon dieu” …… 🎼some sunny day 🎼……… “ good to meet again Mr President “………air corridor ……… “ to be honest,he was an obnoxious old bastard” ……… world beating 🍒……… non app- licable …… “ Bolt-hole. ………… self interest ……… BOE- more money!! …………… pepper sprayed……… “ O Philip, it’s the last one “……… “Always Downton Abbey old thing”

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67. June 19

MM ANON …… HMTQ boost……… cup cakes in kings-him ………… Garden-send-her ……… September kids ………… hack Australia ………… Bei-ching ………… Charlotte & George together ………… no longer alert ?? ………… “ get packed Philip we’re orf soon” ………debt, what debt? ……… slave day………… ONS………… “ bubble bubble- toil and trouble” ……… 🎼teach your children well🎼………… “Sydney ‘ don’t forget my tigger PJs”……… 🎼swing low,sweet chariot 🎼………… “ Cabbage ‘ it’s tic-toc time”.

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68. June 20

MM ANON ……… Hello!! ………… “ It’s a rally Jim , ……… viva espana ………… 🎼drink, drink, drink,🎼…………… black wall……… MM , another agenda!! ………… bollotics ………… “ Kate and William,the children are with nanny “ ………… “ Dover Sole and lemon parfait old thing “………… cream caramel,and Irish coffee Sydney!! ………… “September 9th ma’am. …… “ Stay over Catherine “

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69. June 21

MM ANON … give us a hug………… Duchess of Cambridge Royal collection ……… in the footsteps of lord Lichfield ………… EOS C700 Christmas present … … “ slow the testing down”…………Kung-flu…………… Size matters………… reopening NYC……… “ get ya hair 💇🏽‍♀️💇🏼‍♂️cut” …………… “ 🙋‍♂️🙋‍♀️🍺 “ ………… Rachel for president?? …………… archificial daddy day?? ……… spotted in St Johns Wood.

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70. June 22

MM ANON ……… noose-car……… Ahhhh, Germany……… BOE-meltdown ………… free at last………… testing the TEST!! 🏏……… Terrorisk ………… ONE ,small step………”I think She’s turning Japanese”………… Saint Lennox …………… A rush of wind…………… “ well now you’re free to be reunited with the little monsters”……… “ bloody hell’ what a joy” ………… “ O Philip ‘ hugs 🤗 lots of hugs” ………… “ and live tic-toc , I can hardly wait “ ………” I’ll have to muster some liquid courage, Sydney!! “

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71. June 25

MM ANON ……”they seek him there” ……… your services are no longer required ……… street rumble ……… phwew, wot a scorcher………… we’ll fight them on the beaches ………… it’s sunburn Jim , but not as we know it ………… mutation sensation ……………🎼you’ll neeeeeeever walk alone🎼……………… sign on the million dotted line ………… take the TRASH out…………… “ a letter ma’am”.

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[nad-zeta]

Matchup Duo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Hi hi, love! Thanks so much for the request! Also soz for taking sooooooo long hehe,😳 I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you have a good day! 🌻❤Also, side note I’m still new to writing for ikevamp so yeah.... keep that in mind  @orangenji​

So I match you with.................... Theo

Selfie Matchup

The first time theo sees you, his brain goes haywire

You have that same upbeat cinnaroll energy as his older brother and he can’t help but feel the need to get to know you better

The gruff man walks up to you and the first words that leaves his mouth is hondjie, not that he meant it as an insult at all, in contrary you remind him of a cute fluffy puppy, that he just wants to cuddle and gooooosh…

Just what are you doing to this poor man, he can’t even think straight, one look into those deep brown eyes has him completely captivated

They remind him of chocolate, rich and sweet melting with hues of love and comfort. 

It holds a sense of warmth and security and reminds him of cold snowy days spent indoor with his beloved brother drinking smooth sweet hot cholate by the fireplace

Yet swirling in your eyes is also glints of mischief and playfulness, speaking of endless amounts of fun, goofing around in the hot summer sun

Not even to mention your smile, full of warmth and radiance

One flash of your sweet smile has this boy falling absolutely head over heels for you

He low key has to resist the urge to reach out and touch your hair. 

It looks so silky smooth and soft all he wants to do is play with it, pulling his fingers through the depths of those soft strands for hours and hours.

He can already picture it, a life with you by his side, the two of you partners in crime, snuggled together in front of the fireplace on a cold winters day sipping on hot chocolate

 Normal Matchup 

You can’t help but think the man with piercing blue eyes and soft brown hair to be rather rude. You didn’t speak dutch, but you knew enough to know that he had just called you a dog, and for crying out loud, he wouldn’t stop looking at you. You tried to say something but damn your awkward personality. It all came out like muddled words, not making any sense causing the brash man to laugh at you. Just then a beautiful angel of a man entered into the room, and in a soft, soothing voice he scolded the dog man. “Schei uit, Theo!” As he scolded his brother, the beautiful blond angel looked at you and smiled a warm, friendly smile. Looking at the two men was like looking at day and night, if Vincent was the angel, then Theo was most definitely the devil. Vincent introduced himself, and that’s when you found out the two men were brothers. You offered Vincent a shy smile and introduced yourself as well.

The next morning you went to wake Theo up for breakfast with a warm cup of coffee. You gently knocked on the door, and when there was no reply, you opened it and walked inside. You saw Theo sleeping peacefully and decided that the best way to wake him up was to open the curtains and let in the light. As you did this you head a groan coming from the sleeping vampire, “Its too early to wake up, just 5 more minutes.” He rolled away from the piercing light steaming through his window and covered his head with a pillow. You remembered that Sabastain had mentioned something about Theo loving pancakes, so you decided to mention it, “Wake up Theo, otherwise, I am going to eat all the pancakes that Sabastian made for breakfast.” That definitely caught his attention, as Theo bolted out of bed and ran downstairs to his waiting stack of pancakes. You chuckled to yourself as you made your way downstairs back to the dining room. You saw him in front of a giant stack of pancakes, and you couldn’t help but smile, he looked as happy as a little boy on Christmas day. “Oi, you forgot your coffee in your rush,” you beamed your angelic smile at him, and he thought his heart would melt at that moment. He muttered a thank you and quickly turned away to hide the slight blush forming on his cheeks.

The two of you sat and ate the pancakes together, and TBH, Theo found your awkward personality quite amusing. He spent the whole morning teasing you and making the funniest jokes. The rest of the mansion was fast asleep, and it was only you and Theo at the dining table, as he had to go off to work early in the mornings. Every morning like clockwork, the two of you would sit together and eat breakfast, occasionally you were joined by the mystery writer himself. At this point, you and Theo had spent countless mornings together eating breakfast and exchanging light banter, which caused you to slowly start coming out of your shell. It was always most amusing to both you and Theo, when Arthur would join the two of you for breakfast, as the two of you would gang up on the mystery writer and tease the living daylights out of him. 

The more Theo had come to get to know you, the deeper he would fall in love. He adored your playful personality, finally someone to team up with and get Arthur and Dazai back for all their pranks. And boy oh boy were the two of you an unstoppable team, you would legit pull the funniest pranks on Arthur ranging from replacing his shampoo with honey, to serving him shaving cream instead of normal cream with his pancakes. Theo also loved the light banter and joke the two of you would engage in.

At this point, you had also fallen in love with the gruff but sweet dog man. You had noticed that he would put up a rough and tough front but behind all that he was actually an adorable soft sensitive boy who would do anything for those he loved. Speaking of which a big art exhibition was coming up and he was in charge of all the arrangements. He had been working many late nights and waking up at the crack of dawn to go to work. One evening as you made your way to his room to bring him his 6th cup of coffee for the night. You saw his sprawled across his desk fast asleep. He was busy working on the marketing material for the exhibition, and it appeared that he was too tired to finish all the paperwork he needed to do by morning. You took the warm fluffy blanket from his bed and draped it over his shoulders, careful not to wake him. You then curiously looked at the paperwork he was busy with. You smiled when you realized that he was trying to figure out the most aesthetically pleasing layout for all the art. You carefully took the papers from underneath him and examined it, you then started rearranging everything. You had also helped him finish composing letters to some important people, to ask for their financial support. You smiled as you placed all the finished work in a neat pile on his desk. 

Theo woke up that morning in a panic. He never intended to sleep for so long, he had so much work he had to complete, his eyes then drifted to the neat stack on the side of his desk. He picked up the papers and was amazed, he instantly recognized your handwriting, and he was super impressed at the details and precision of it all. That’s when he found out you loved art and literature, and if you weren’t already perfect in his eyes, you sure were now. He also LOVED art, so to find out he had yet another thing in common with you, this boy was legit over the moon. He invited you to help him with that evening’s exhibition cause he needed someone else with a keen eye for art to help him out.

Since that day, the two of you have been working together. Theo loved that you were just as interested in art as him and so the two of you worked together discovering new artists, setting up art viewings and selling paintings. Theo had long ago fallen in love with you, but he just didn’t know how to tell you. He was low key scared you didn’t feel the same way about him, so he went to his dearest older bother for help and advice.

On one sunny afternoon, you finally had your first day off and you spent it, cuddled up in your room with a good book. Theo came by your room and asked if you wanted to go to the markets with him, to pick up some supplies for Vincent. The two of you often went to town together, and you really enjoyed his company, so you put your book away and told him that you would meet him at the front door in 10 minutes. Theo was smiling from ear to ear, his plan was now set in motion. 

You were surprised when you walked outside to find that there was no carriage waiting to take the two of you to town. Theo then pinched your cheeks and smiled, “common hondjie lets go for a walk, I have something I want to show you.” You eyed the man suspiciously but decided to go along with it, especially considering King had now bounced his way up to the two of you holding his leash in this mouth. You smiled as you grabbed hold of the leash out of the dog’s mouth and started walking with Theo to the surprise destination. You walked for what felt like hours when finally, Theo stopped, “We are here.” You looked around and realized you were at the edge of a huge flower field and in the centre was a giant willow tree, with what looked to be a picnic set up at the base of the tree. 

Theo gestured for you to sit down as King ran around the flower field chasing squirrels. The two of you sat there in comfortable silence when finally Theo looked you deep in your brown eyes and confessed his feelings for you. He was so happy when you had admitted to him with a shy smile, that you felt the same way. The two of you met in a sweet kiss

Which was ruined seconds later by a soaking wet golden retriever licking both of you. It seemed like the troublesome pup had found a nearby river and decided to go for a swim. The two of you pulled away and burst into laughter, as King shook and wet both of you. The two of you polished off the picnic and made your way back to the mansion walking hand in hand.

The two of you made the cutest couple. Theo was always there for you whenever you felt insecure or anxious. He would be by your side in a second wrapping you in his warm arms and telling you how much he loves and adores you. If you are having an anxiety attack, he will pull you close so that your head is resting on his chest. He will soothingly pull his fingers through your silky soft hair and tell you to listen to his heartbeat and breath in tune with it. He will then trap you in his arms for the rest of the day and give you his undivided attention. 

Good thing you are romantic enough for the both of you as Theo is not one who shows his love through romantic gestures or words, he is rather awkward when it comes to that department. Although he has surprised you on occasion with a romantic date or a candlelit dinner.

Theos favourite thing in the world is to have you snuggled up in his arms as the two of you talk for hours and hours about anything and everything, he loves that the two of you have that kind of relationship where both of you listen and try to understand each other. Theo knows that you are always there when he needs someone to rely on. 

The two of you are often out in town together walking King or buying some supplies for Sabastian or Vincent. After work, Theo would usually take you to a local café to indulge in your favourite strawberry cake, which according to you is the closest thing in this time period too, strawberry Oreos.

It is also not uncommon for Theo to come home from an outing with Vincent carrying a bunch of your favourite roses. Usually, when Vincent spend the afternoon painting in the flower field, Theo will spend that time picking roses to present to his dearest hondjie.

One night as the two of you was snuggled up together in front of the fireplace sipping on some coffee after having a fun day playing in the snow, Theo thought back to the first moment he met you. “Hey Theo what are you smiling about”, he kissed the tip of your nose and nuzzled into your neck hiding his growing smile, he definitely wasn’t going to admit that he fell in love with you at first sight.

Other potential matches............. Dazai 

I hope you enjoyed this dear and i hope you have a good day!❤❤🌻

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

The bright day is done, and we are for the dark.

fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

pairing: Buffy x Spike

prompt: effulgent

The bright day is done, and we are for the dark.

The night is warm for May, almost hot, the temperature high enough that Buffy opens her bedroom window to let in a breath of air. She’s tired, and even after her shower she’s still sore from her evening vampire skirmishes, but she can’t help but take a moment to lean out the window to breathe in the night. She may be a creature of day, of light and life, but sometimes the light of the moon pulls to her too, the reflected sunlight almost warm on her skin.

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.

Spike. She’s not surprised to see him, but quoting Shakespeare? That’s unprecedented. Unexpected.

She laughs as he effortlessly scales the wall, leather duster billowing out like a cape in the night. You know you can always use the door like a normal person.

But I’m not a normal person. Besides, this is more fun. Fits the mood.

Amused, but still tired, she rests her chin on her hands. True.

Spike reaches out a hand and stops just shy of her face.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!

Buffy smiles, leaning into his touch. I like it, she says. Her eyes close, both sleepy and content. The Shakespeare. I never would have guessed.

He scoffs. I’m English. We all know at least a bit of Shakespeare. And I know rather a lot.

Eyes still closed, her whole body now cuddled against his, she says, Really? Feel free to use it anytime.

Spike’s low chuckle rumbles in his chest. Hmm. I’ll remember that. Just don’t ask me to write poetry for you, love. That wouldn’t end well.

She makes a questioning noise. He laughs again.

I’m bloody awful, pet. The night I was turned I spent hours on a fairly rancid piece of work I thought was brilliant, most of it trying to find a word to rhyme with ‘effulgent’.

She turns her face up to him, nose scrunched in a questioning sort of way. Effulgent?

I know, right? It’s fine, as far as words go, but not very poetic. Means gleaming, radiant, shining like the sun. He brushes a bit of hair back from her face and adds, Rather like you.

Was she–

He doesn’t blink.

She was nothing.

She could never even touch you, Slayer.

They sit for a long moment, just like that, her face turned up, his hand in her hair. Then with no warning he scoops her up and deposits her in her bed. Alright love, you’re done in. Sleep. I’ll still be here in the morning.

Yeah?

Yeah.

He brushes a soft kiss across her mouth, pulls the blankets to cover her up. Sleep.

She’s nearly asleep, just drifting off, when she hears him add,

Perchance to dream...

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NaPoWriMo Day 11 || for @peanutbutterandgrapejelly

This prompt was sooooooo fun!! Thank you for sending me spuffy, and for all the giggles from the word effulgent!!!! 

–Also thanks to William Shakespeare for all the lovely quotes. In particular for the title, which comes from Antony and Cleopatra.–