#Ayla & the mirrors

[elysiumnotes]

This will be a departure from my usual ramblings but I need to talk to literally anyone about this.

One thing to know about me is that I like Spanish children’s television shows that are basically like telenovelas. And a lot of that comes in the form of things like Violetta or Soy Luna or Bia and other shows like that, so even as like elder Gen Z, I still do watch these shows because they are interesting, fun, and cheekily dramatic.

Anyway to the point..I just recently started watching Ayla y Los Mirrors and it’s cheesy in the classic Disney channel fashion.

It’s fine but I just need to talk literally anybody about it because I need to know if I’m the only one who believes that Ayla should be with Kako instead of the two ML that they have vying for her attention. Because I don’t care about either boy but I see genuine chemistry between her and Kako. She sees the real him and accepts his goofy self without demeaning him and he accepts her uptight posh nature but also lets her be down to earth and just normal with him. They would be kinda like a mini-Dair.

Another thing to talk about is that we have too many silly characters. Between the glasses girl, the Aunt’s henchman and the guy from the group home, it’s to much comedic relief that doesn’t really land. I would actually love to see development for the dude who is at the group home. I would like to see him become a father figure to Ayla and become sorta a serious guy who can be lighthearted but can also be counted upon when dealing with the heavier topics, like genuine person with development that way. Although I don’t think they will actually ever do that since these shows tend make characters like that pretty one-dimensions but I hope they would.

Anyway tl;dr, Does anyone else ship this because I do wish they could subvert expectations for this type of show and making the this third option canon instead rather going the typical love triangle route with the two plain MLs.

[quicktypesomethingclever]

hello and welcome to another episode of me obsessing over kids tv shows because why not. i present you ✨ayla y los mirror✨ (ayla & the mirrors), my new addiction i've just finished today. this is me asking you to watch it because i really want it renewed. it has good music, good dancing and much more. highly recommend!

[tylerhourman-remaking]

i definitely am of the opinion that the legion of super-heroes should have less human designs for its alien characters but i also think the legionnaires that are specifically from planets/worlds that originate as post-earth human colonies should appear mostly human with adaptions that suit the powers theyve evolved to have. i think thats neat

[shepherds-of-haven]

The Shepherds are having a bake sale! What kind of baked goods are they bringing, and how successful are they at selling?

Blade: he baked "protein bars" and they're just like bricks of smushed granola or nuts or whatever he could get away with grinding up and putting in there. No one would buy these except dedicated fans wanting to impress him lol

Trouble: he made bread!! Just loaves of plain bread. He didn't know how to do it before and learned just for this bake sale and they're actually pretty decent! They'd sell fairly well for a bake sale, no one's writing home about how he's a master baker, but they'll do for your week's groceries!

Tallys: she'd also probably do bread as well, but glazed Elvish braided loaves, some with sweet fillings like nuts and cinnamon and fruit pastes, and some with savory fillings like nutty cheese and herbs! These would be a best-seller!

Shery: she'd make sooo many things: plates of soft amaretto cookies, lemon squares, brownies, cupcakes, big cakes, macarons!!! Basically anything she could feasibly bake in a short amount of time, she'd do it lol! And they'd be the talk of the whole bake sale, she'd probably single-handedly carry the whole sale alone!!!

Riel: he'll... he'll buy some petits fours from some other bakery and sell them at a small profit margin 😭

Chase: he'll be Shery's frontman to help her sell her goods lmao, but I highly doubt he's going to bring anything 😂 (and if he does, I don't know if enough people trust him to buy)

Red: he'd probably put his mind to it and make something simple like bread or gingerbread cookies or something like that! Something unfussy, but they'd taste pretty good! They'd sell about the same as Trouble's stuff!

Ayla: she'd try to make scones and they'd be hard as rocks! Trouble and Chase would call them "Ayla's rockcakes" and probably use them to pelt each other with (with her permission, obviously) and she'd laugh and probably sell them as like the perfect non-winter snowball or something... basically not fit for consumption but more like a novelty or a toy!

Briony: she tried to make cookies, which she was told were easier to make then cakes! She'd try to make them all cute and aesthetic like Shery's, but they'd be a little misshapen and amateur and a bit craggy... She'd sell enough to make her happy, but a lot of it would be because people like and pity her LOL, they'd probably promptly donate what they bought to like a less fortunate neighbor or an undiscerning kid or something!

Lavinet: ...she'd try. poor girl has no frame of reference when it comes to working in the kitchen--surely a flan is the same difficulty level as a cake, no?--so she'd probably end up inadvertently picking something extremely complex because she always thought it looked simple, like a mirror glazed cake or eclairs or something like that, and end up with a horrible claggy gloopy mess! And then she'd cry (privately) and then have a stand selling her fashionable cast-offs or something instead!

Halek: he'd probably be the pie guy because it'd allow him to experiment with a ton of different fillings! Savory meat pies, pot pies, shepherds' pies (ha ha), but also fancy fruit pies, rose apple tarts, maybe even quiches, that sort of thing! He'd be the other best-seller alongside Shery!

Thanks for the fun question!

[blackelysian]

Date Night.

Joey Bada$$ as Jordan x Black! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,518

Warnings: 18+ Car sex (unprotected), dirty talk, minor breeding kink, nasty stuff

Summary: You and your husband, Jordan have needed some quality time together without the kids. You guys have a cute little date night and take a little adventure.

AN: I hope you guys enjoy! Im still a baby writer so please be kind. Im still new to this and I don't have a taglist yet. If you like and want to be added lmk! Ok ok Enjoy!

7:24pm

It was Friday night and I was getting ready to go on a date with my husband of 4 years, Jordan. Between the kids and his 80 hour a week job this was some much needed alone time. He took the next two days off and the kids are at his mom's so we basically had the whole weekend to ourselves. I was definitely looking forward to our long weekend together.

After applying the finishing touches to my makeup, I let down my pin curls. I begin fluffing my hair out in the mirror and just looking myself over to see how I looked. I heard a low growl come from the bathroom entrance," Damn sexy". I turn to see my boyfriend standing in the doorway entrance gently biting his bottom lip. I giggled girlishly as he walked over and wrapped his arms around me. He puts his head on my shoulder as I lean back into his chest, my heart begins to flutter. I close my eyes as I take in the scent of his cologne as he gently kisses me on the side of my head.

We stayed that way for a while just gently swaying back and forth. " We gotta' go baby, I really don't want us to miss our reservation". I whined wanting to stay in his arms a little bit longer. I stood up fully and fixed my hair . His hands were on my waist as he watched me through the mirror as I was pouting. He turns me around to face him. With him being a muscular 6'2 he towered over my small, petite frame. He grabs my chin and gently kisses my lips a few times telling me to fix my face. He gives my bottom a gentle pat as I pout. We separated and I quickly put away everything I used for my hair and makeup. I spritzed myself with my favorite Jo Malone perfume and exited the bathroom. I go to the closet strap on my heels, grab my purse and head downstairs.

Jordan was sitting on the couch aimlessly scrolling through his phone. He stops to look at me and smiles. "Ready to go?". I quickly nod my head as he grabs his keys and we head towards the door. I walk out the door and hop into the passenger side of his 2021 Range Rover as he locks up the house. He walks to the car and hops in beside me starting the car. As he backs out of the driveway an incoming facetime call comes through on my phone. I looked down at my phone seeing it was from Jordan’s mom. Probably the kids. I answer with a smile waiting for the call to connect. Once it does my smile brightens seeing their little faces in the camera. Ayla, 6 and JJ, 4. " Hi mommy!" they say in unison.

"Hi babies, what are you guys doing?"

" We made cookies with mimi", JJ says in his little soft voice. Mimi was a name they gave Jordan’s mom, instead of calling her grandma.

"Aww did you make mommy and daddy some?" I say as I fake pout into the camera.

"Yes!" Jayla shouts from behind JJ and holds up the little container with cookies in it.

"Where's daddy? '' she asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"I'm right here, im driving right now baby I can't hold the phone." I turned the phone towards Jordan so Ayla could see him. She's such a daddy's girl. A wide smile immediately came across her face.

Jordan glances over and smiles back at her. " Hey babygirl."

JJ pushes his little head back in the camera. " I'm ready to come home!"

I chuckle at him," Come home? You haven't been there that long. You're not having fun at Mimi's house?"

"But I miss you and daddy." The kids are so used to being with us 24/7 they can barely stand to be away from us for a day.

" We aren't coming to get you guys til after the weekend baby. Mommy and daddy are having some alone time." I pout seeing his little sad face.

"It's gonna be okay, when we come and get you guys we can spend all the time you want, okay?" I ask him, giving him a small smile.

"Okay" he says lowly, rubbing his eyes.

"Mommy is gonna call you guys tomorrow, okay I love you two" I blow kisses into the phone.

Jordan says his goodbyes and I hang up the call. " I love our little family baby" Jordan says with a smile as he drapes his arm over the back of my seat, coming to a red light. I look over at him and smile brightly " Me too, thank you for making me a mommy" I lean into the middle console to meet him halfway for what was supposed to be a quick peck but quickly turned into a passionate makeout session. A car beeps the horn from behind us, snapping us away from our moment. Jordan pulls away biting his lip as he pulls off. " Keep kissing me like that and imma give you two more..." he states, lust clear in his tone. I bite my lip and turn to look out the window as we finish making our way to the restaurant.

Once we arrived at the restaurant Jordan helped me out of the car and grabbed my hand as we walked into the restaurant. We were at 'Shoto' which was a brand new Japanese steakhouse by where we lived. I love sushi. Jordan had been trying to get us reservations here for months due to this place being so popular. Finally, he was able to snag one and he surprised me.When we walked in the restaurant was dimly lit with light music playing in the background. We walked up to the hostess stand and were greeted by the host. "Hello, Welcome to Shoto! Can I have a name?" she asks.

“Jordan," He tells the host, gently squeezing my hand.

"Jordan, table for 2 at 8:00pm. Alright, Please follow me" She says with a smile as she grabs two menus and begins to lead us towards our seats.

Once we got to the table a bouquet of roses laid beautifully next to a small tealight candle. “Aw babe, are these for me?” I say, my eyes lighting up. 

“Yea gorgeous” He says deeply, looking at me in the most loving and adoring way. He places a tender kiss on my cheek and we both scoot in the booth on the same side, him first. Once we are seated she sets down our menus "Enjoy your meal", she says with a smile before returning to the hostess stand. I looked around at the dimly lit restaurant and smiled.

" You know what you want?" Jordan asks.

"I don’t know�� I drag out. 

“There's so many options. What about you?" 

“I might try these Wagyu tacos.” He turns to look at me. “Or I can just eat you” He says in a deep but hushed tone. My jaw drops as I smack his shoulder.

“Baaabe” I giggle and he winks at me.

Soon after the waiter walks up to take our orders.

"Hello, My name is Austin, I'll be taking care of you two tonight. Can I start you two off with some drinks?"

"Hmmm, I want to try the passionfruit martini please?", I say, dragging out the E.

"I'll take the old fashioned", Jordan says, as I instantly scrunched my face at his drink selection. "Eww babe whiskey, gross"

"I'm a man baby, I don't like that fruity shit", He says, looking at me as he strokes his beard.

“And… you love it when I drink brown” He winks at me again, this time sending a chill down my spine. God why was this man so fine! I look him up and down with a slight smirk.

Just as I was about to respond, the waiter came back with our drinks. "Here you are." he says, setting down our drinks. "Ready to order?" We both nod our heads. I ordered the spicy tuna rolls and Jordan settled for the Wagyu tacos.

"Alrighty, it should be out soon." The waiter says and walks away.

"That's all you want? Don't be asking for any of my food when it comes" He says with a playful mug on his face, sipping his drink.

"Boy, you know you goin feed me some anyways" I chuckle. He smacks his lips and smiles "You don't know me girl"

I playfully scoff " Please I know you better than you know yourself" I say with a smirk, now looking at him.

He starts stroking his beard again causing me to bite my lip at him. " Is that right?" His deep, raspy voice caused a slight trickle in my panties. "Mhmm" I hummed, taking a sip of my drink. I playfully rolled my eyes at him, trying to be serious to hold back the sexual tension that was slowly rising.

"You know ima always share with my baby" He leans over and kisses the side of my head and I smile.

After about 20 minutes we finished our drinks and the waiter started bringing out our food. He also brought us another round of drinks. " These are on the house", He states with a wink. "Enjoy, let me know if you need anything." He smiles and leaves us to eat our meal. A comfortable silence fell over us as we ate and finished our drinks. Him gripping my thigh from time to time and little whispers in my ear just heightened the sexual tension even more. I ended up getting another order of sushi and we got cheesecake for dessert.  After the bill came we were good and full and feeling our drinks. I could tell Jordan was just eager to get me back to the car at this point.

As he pulled out his cash to pay the bill I reapplied my lipgloss, quickly checking myself in my mini compact mirror he got me for my birthday before putting everything back in my purse. He looks over at me "Ready to go, pretty girl?". My heart flutters at the given nickname.

I drunkenly nod my head, slinging my purse over my shoulder and sliding out of the booth. He follows suit as he throws his arm around me and we walk towards the door. Once we get back into his car, he starts it up and slouches back in the seat looking at me. He reaches for the pre-rolled blunt he had sitting in the ashtray. He lights it before cracking the sunroof and pulling off. As we are riding I casually scroll through his phone looking for the next song to play. The warm night time breeze from outside coming in through the sunroof felt good on my melanated skin. Just as I made my song selection, his hand found my leg, his fingertips drawing small circles on my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my womanhood. I look out the window and see that we weren’t on our usual route home.

“Where are we going?” I questioned, a look of confusion on my face.

“We goin make a stop real quick” He says, finishing the blunt and tossing the roach out the window.

A few minutes go by and I see we are pulling onto a back road that leads us to a cliff with an amazing view of the city. He puts the car in park, reclining his seat a little.

“Wow this is so pretty baby, I didn’t even know we had anything like this here.” I say in awe. 

“I thought it would be a perfect way to end the night.” He shifts to look at me, biting his lip.

“You goin 'come get in my lap?” He slurs in a lustful tone.

I smirk and slide my panties off and toss them in the backseat.

I crawl over the middle console and straddle his lap. His hands instantly found my ass of course. By me wearing a short skirt, it sat slightly above my ass, giving him easier access to slide his hands under there. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pokes out his lips, asking for a kiss which I gladly gave him. It didn't take long for the kiss to start to turn steamy. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues fought for dominance.

I pulled away slowly, taking his bottom lip with me. " Mm" he groans as I feel him grow underneath me. He takes a hand grabbing my neck bringing me back into his lips. He uses his free hand to hook my panties to the side, slowly rubbing up and down my slit. I lightly moan against his lips as he continued to get me worked up.

He removes his lips from mine and starts trailing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, stopping and slowly sucking on my spot.

"Damn baby" he groans, slowly sliding two fingers inside of me.

"Mm.. Jordannn" I cry throwing my head back, the squishing sounds becoming louder.

"You've been lookin good all night, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on your pretty ass" He smirks, curving his fingers up and grazing my spot causing me to lean forward into him.

"Oh fuck" My eyes closed tightly as I grind into his fingers.

"Yeah?" he asks in his low, raspy voice. "Sss..shit baby" I whine. " Im gonna cum" I pant.

“Not yet baby, I want you to cum on my dick while I make love to your beautiful ass in front of this beautiful ass view” he says, sliding his fingers out as he unbuckles his belt. His eyes never leaving mine. He slides his pants and boxers down, revealing his already rock hard member. I kiss him sloppily as I slide down on him. We both groan, instantly getting into our own little rhythm.

“Ohh shit” he stuttered, throwing his head back. I grab onto his shoulders and grind down on him. He grabs my waist and drives straight to my spot. The sounds of our love making over powering the music playing. 

“Talk to me baby” he pants, slapping my ass.

“Fuckk you feel soo good papa” I moan out girlishly.

“Yeah? You like the way im fucking you baby?” 

“Oh shitt YES!” I scream, feeling an orgasm brewing. My walls contract around his member in my attempt to hold back my orgasm. I spin around on him reverse cowgirl and start to bounce up and down on him.

“Shit, I'm about to give you another baby” He says lowly, placing kisses down my spine and wrapping one hand around my neck. I look back at him in a seductive gaze “Give it to me papa”. 

I could see all the love in his eyes as we released in sync. Quiet I love yous leave our lips as we both come down from our high. 

“I hope you know i'm not done with you yet”....

[forgotteneilionora]

OOC | Swords of Stafford

ok so our beloved kate just postedd the following

and it made me picture eilia, [ princess leia style, being like 'idk what ur talking abt' ] right to roderick's face when he demands the location of the stafford swords -- even tho they blatantly just had (two of) them during the war ladksjflkjsdfjkdsf -- while she still thinks that both her sisters and one of the swords have slipped away from between roderick's fingers alskjdflkjsdfjk

no, but it ~also reminded me that we never quite finished up talking abt the swords in question (my fault entirely!) but the rest of that's [ here ] and before that [ here ] and we've def talked abt it elsehwere in drips and drabs, such as establishing that they were meteor sowrds etc

anyway, since we also got talking general family stuff there <3 i thought id make a new stafford sword post so we can get down to business w the swords themselves <3

ok so here's what you/kate said last re: the sword of kings:

SWORDS I love the idea that the missing sword isn't really a stafford sword but a founder sword... any house could lay claim to it! (ooo what if each house has their own name for the sword so no one really knows what it was originally called!?) could we retcon the story slightly and perhaps add something in about the sword being claimed by someone who is there to save Astaira in its time of need? or reunite the kingdom? i dunno something along those lines i feel like would help play into the idea of rian/his dad that THEY should find this sword to rule astaira! and if/when roderick hears about it hes like... well i obviously need that to prove to all these HEATHENS that I am the one who is here to save their backwards country! And then there can still be the two stafford swords w/ siobhan running around w/ one which would still be a THING since its a symbol that could unify people and obvi that's bad for our favorite power hungry emperor! ;)

ok so obsessed w this line of thought!!!!

side note: this really ~does actually lend some credence to roderick's hope to gain legitimacy in astairan eyes by claiming the sword, doesn't it? bc...that's what the sword is for basically lakjsdfkljsdf still feel like the sword would betray him in some way or become a corrupt mirror to its usual self or smth in the hands of the wrong person but yeah!! this is just kinda happenstance for him ofc bc he always has this philosophy more bc he sees these ars trophies/symbols of power (plus he's a lil supersticious lbr) etc but this time he lowkey lucked out bc it really ~does lowkey confer some power alsdkjflkjdsf ofc it might kill him or drive him mad or smth who knows but anyway here we are a;ksdfjlksjdf (meanwhile the astairans still laughing at him bc he's going around w morningstar strapped to his side, still thinking its evenstar alksjdflkjsdf heehee)

i do still think the og wielder was def a stafford and it was forged from a falling star via ayla etc like we said but!! we've talked before abt how perhaps malconaire, lorcan, and stafford (and perhaps one or two others) were originally ancient kings in their own right and ultimately united to take down the gods as one etc so i can def see where the first king of a united astairan realm could easily have been a stafford and yeah!!

but yes!!!!!1 anyone being able to claim it feels soooooooo on point re: astairan values etc!!! and i def like to think that's still a thing!!! and yesssss! i love the idea that its for whoever is like willing to put astaira ahead of themselves or whatever, and not just abt bloodline!! and, like, what if its og wielder died thrusting the sword into the lock against the gods basically yknow that ultimate act of putting others before self etc kinda thing?

ok ok so this is WILD!!!!!!! what im abt to suggest laksjdflkjsdfj so no worries if you're like nahh lets not alksdjflkjsdf but like...ok so if a prev king stafford ~did die w the sword like...what if the sword isn't ~just a symbolic sword, what if its legit magical in some way (id guess a conjecting to air/night/sky or some kind and/or maybe souls? which're sometimes compared to aether anyway sdlakjfklsdjf) like...its got powers but its lowkey fueled by the spirit of its wielder/past wielders so like...its light and bright in the hands of a good soul, but turns dark and cold in those of one of ill intent, or whatever, and kinda drinks part of the soul, so you can randomly get some vibes from its prev wielders or whatever???? idk!! lakjsdfkjlsdf ANYWAY!! also @thelongforgottenrealm is this kinda concept even a thing in this world? hahaha

(not that anyone of ill intent truly could dislodge it from its current spot, but if someone of good intent did dislodge it, and it ~later fell into bad hands or whatever idk)

ok so we also left in our og thing some questions re: the name! our two biggest contenders were constellation and celestial. what do we think?

def feel like i came into this w some other thoughts on this topic but uhhhh idr them now so we'll just go w this! a nyway id love to hear all ur thoughts and ideas!!!!!!! <33333

[sturniolo04]

Can You Stop C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you- Charli

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

The one thing Ayla knew within being in her relationship with Chris was he hated when she talked bad about herself. Ayla knew on days when she didnt neccessarily feel the prettiest or not as confident and the voices of 'why do i look like that' or 'what does chris even see in me' or even 'why do i simply look so ugly'.

Sometimes because of the fact that Ayla knew how Chris reacted when she talked down on herself, she does so just to get a reaction out of him just for giggles which wasn't often because that is not something to joke with. Which made today no different.

Ayla and Chris where in the midst of having a chaotically busy day between filming, photoshoots, and meetings for brand deals which are the days that tend to really weigh you down emotionally and mentally because you are around so many people and it tends to makes you self concious.

At first Chris wasn't really noticing the subtle anxious ridden sighs or the nervous hands a attempting to fix the otufit you had been wearing all day that didnt need to be fixed.

"do i look okay"

ayla questions chris aas she gets out of the car taking a hold of your boyfriends guiding hand as you guys head into a meeting with a potential brand partner.

"yeah you look good"

Chris quirkily replies not thinking much of it simply giving you the very warranted reassurance as he opens the door for you.

"hey can you hop in here with Chris real quick so I can shoot some shots of you both since you are both wearing the varsity white hoodie Chris is dropping friday"

Nick asks Ayla as she nervously picks at your natural manicured acrylics.

"um i dont know about that i don't even have my hair done I look gross"

you quietly mumble.

"what the fuck no you look good girl would I lie to you"

nick states replying to you reassuring her as you slowly make your way over the the backdropped area.

"y'look sexy babygirl especially in this"

chris smirks out as he takes your hands in his twirling you around.

in all seriousness you thought once you two got home and relaxed finally from the busy day the erroding feeling would go away but you were quote wrong the feeling seem to intensify.

"why the fuck do i look like that"

ayla whispers to herself looking in the bathroom mirror as she stands at the shared sink ruffling her hair a little and aggressive swiping a finger underneath her under-eye area to get rid of the nonexistent smudging mascara.

"what you doing"

chris asks you as he walks into the bathroom to fix his hair that still wet from his previous shower earlier that evening.

"um nothing"

you mumble out acting like you were getting ready to leave the bathroom walking back into the bedroom leave ing your boyfriend confused but slowly catching on to what is going on.

"hey hey talk to me"

chris rushes out towards you as he quickly catches up to you grabbing your hips to turn you to face him.

"whats going on"

he asks looking into you emerald eyes.

"chris why am i so fucking ugly"

you whine out huffing trying to keep your tears a bay from spilling feeling them on the brink of escaping your waterline.

"youre joking"

chris states bluntly not believing you.

"yes chris im so fucking ugly"

you huff out honestly as chris lets go of his grip on your waist placing his hands over his face.

"no you are not the fuck you mean princess like did you look in the mirror today"

chris asks you genuininely.

"yeah and i look atrocious i look fat and gross"

ayla continue to whine out as she wraps her arms to hold herself comfortingly.

"seriously no you are not youre not fat at all love"

chris trails off replying to you as you let out a small sniffle as chris grabs your hands out you tight grip around yourself taking your hands in his lovingly.

"listen please dont ever say shit like that again not to me or even about yourself especially when its not true"

he states looking at you and maintaining eye contact with your feet as you slowly nod you her agreeing with him.

"plus thats offensive to me because youre stating that I have an ugly girlfriend and I dont- I don't have bad taste"

chris chuckles as you let out a soft giggle as he places a sweet kiss to your forehead as he begins to walk out of the bedroom to go upstairs to the living room since you two were going to watch a movie tonight.

"okay but like do you think i gained weight at all"

she honestly questions as chris stops on his tracks to turn on his heels to see if you were genuinely asking this question after the prior conversation.

"oh my go oh my go oh my god"

chris groans out as he runs over to you lifting you up by the thighs to lunge you over his shoulder as she lets out a series of giggling squeal in the process.

"no you didnt gosh you are going to be the death of me"

chris groans out as he begins to carry you out the room and upstairs,.

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Legion designs Part 1/? Design notes under cut if you're into that :)

ID: A lineup of 5 Legion of Super Heroes members, all original designs. From left to right, the characters are as follow: Cosmic Boy: He is a tall, spindly, and pale-skinned teenage boy with light pink eyes and a black bowlcut. He is wearing a purple and black bodysuit (the sleeves of which are a bit too short for his long arms), black gloves, and a cropped black and pastel purple vest. He is facing left, right hand raised next to his chest, palm up. Lighting Lad: He is slightly shorter than Cosmic Boy. He is an athletically-built black teenage boy with medium brown skin, brown eyes, and red-orange shoulder-length braids pulled back into a half-up, half-down style. He has Lichtenberg figure scarring up and down the right side of his face and arm. He is wearing a sleeveless blue and white bodysuit that ends just above his knees, accented with yellow lightning bolts and a leg bag on his right thigh. He has yellow gloves and chunky blue/yellow/white boots. He is standing confidently, facing right, hands on his hips. Saturn Girl: She is a head shorter than the previous two boys. She is a fat white teenage girl with very pale but blushed skin, bright blue eyes, and pale blonde hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. She is wearing a red and white uniform with knee-high white boots. Around her hips, the top of her uniform flares out a bit like a skirt. A small yellow Saturn pin is affixed to her left breast. She is facing the viewer, both hands raised to her temples. Phantom Girl: She is the tallest of the group. She is a tall, thin, blue-skinned teenage girl. Her black hair is in two shoulder-length ponytails, her bangs styled into a swirl on her forehead. She has a gaunt, more alien face with pointed ears and eyes that have yellow pupils and black sclera. She is wearing a black cropped longsleeved shirt, with shoulder cutouts and a white sweetheart neckline. Her pants are bell bottoms with a white to black ombre, and she is wearing white pointed boots. She is facing to the left, left hand on her hip and right hand raised next to her face. Triplicate Girl: She is half a head shorter than Phantom Girl. She is a thin-average black teenage girl with medium brown skin, curly black hair, and dark brown eyes. Her clothes are sectioned into three colors from left to right: purple, white, and orange. She is wearing a sleeveless cropped top with a triangular hem, short shorts, white opera gloves, and thigh high platform boots. She has streaks of orange, white, and purple in her bangs. She is facing to the right, her right arm shyly clutching her left behind her back. End ID.

Cosmic Boy - Rokk Krinn "He looks kinda goth but if you put him around other goth people they wouldn't get along."

Lightning Lad - Garth Ranzz Sporty, utilitarian uniform probably made of rubber to prevent unwanted charge surges. Lichtenberg scarring is mirrored on his twin sister Ayla. Cankles nation rise!

Saturn Girl - Imra Ardeen Inspired by Star Trek officer uniforms to reflect how she often comes off as reserved and cold at first. But also I really like the girly playfulness of a lot of her designs so. Little heart bangs :3

Phantom Girl - Tinya Wazzo I wanted to make her look physically spooky but her personal style more preppy. Very It Girl; I wanted her to look alien, uncanny, and have a sort of unnerving presence that conflicts with her sweet personality and preppy style. She's also the tallest Legion member (not counting Colossal Boy).

Triplicate Girl - Luornu Durgo I will not pretend that she isn't my favorite and that I didn't spend the most time on her design. Slightly inspired by 60's discotheque aesthetics, I wanted to embrace the "girl next door" cuteness that was intended in her original 60's design. I also love designs of her that have different colors while split, so each of her selves get their own color when not in one body.

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✧。◟[NSFW] ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ – lee x reader [PGR]

there's an indentation in the shape of you

a.n. - dress by taylor swift got me writing this fic first before I should even start writing the first ones I planned LOL + Lee's Eng VA got me feeling things. also not edited yet, I will edit it when I get back 🙏

pairing - lee x f!commandant (allusions that he's using the hyperreal frame, but you're free to imagine which lee this is)

words - 7,055 words (this idea was supposed to be a drabble. pls don't ask kek)

TRIGGER WARNING - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MAJOR SMUT AHEAD: mentioned fingering, cunnilingus (m to f), penetration, dry humping, tit play?? other stuff I can't seem to put my finger on. allusions to virginity loss. dom!lee hyperreal. a bit of a bratty sub!reader. includes jealous lee. degradation (but only in the seggs part) (mentions of slut, whore). a little bit chrome x commandant/reader. slight tipsy characters because wine and alcohol is involved. we get a soft!lee because he is™️. lee and reader gets to have the bed break because he is also a beast rawr ଲ(ⓛ ω ⓛ)ଲ

Everyone thinks the relationship between a construct and their commandant is purely professional; the latter exuding orders to be executed by the former, the war they face, the blood they had and have to shed — all for the sake of survival and success of the mission. In the end, glory and honor await those who return to Babylonia.

However, beyond the exemplary titles and glimmering medals of valor, no one knows what happens behind those walls.

For example — they never saw the way Lee's fingers curled on your thigh.

Babylonia shone its bright lights onto the heroes that successfully reclaimed another place on Earth. To celebrate their arrival, the leaders took initiative to throw a grand party. Not only to celebrate their win, but to also reignite the nearly-doused flames of hope to the remaining humanity, to show that there is still a chance to take back the Earth from the reigns of death.

Cheers still rang throughout the halls of Babylonia, its joy incomparable to the wails down below. Surely, those who are still alive at a time like this couldn't help but join in their charade, at least, before they wake up once more to the sorrowful reality.

The Gray Ravens are no exception. Being one of the elite squad to spearhead the operations with the banner of Babylonia, they were the subject of the grand feast. And that meant the glimmers of tonight awaited their victorious presence.

“I don't- ah!” A small squeak escaped your lips, as Lucia finally finished pulling on the flimsy thread on your back.

Gasping, Liv covered her mouth in awe, rose-colored irises twinkling as she looked at you, “Commandant, you look so pretty.”

Laughing awkwardly, you slightly nodded to your construct, “really? It feels...awkward though.”

“Liv's not lying,” a soft assurance came from your team leader, Lucia, a grin reflecting on her face, “you look really pretty today, commandant.”

Gently tugging your figure to the nearest mirror, Lucia and Liv revealed your outfit tonight. Mirrors were supposed to reflect what one should see, yet, your own eyes wouldn't believe what was in front of you:

A cream-colored silk dress with a sweetheart neckline, the end of the gown reaching the floor, that hugged your curves all too well. Your usual tied hair was freely cascading your bare back, strands tickling wherever they could reach. You noticed your skin was sparkling even; you were well-aware of the vigorous training and all the other unfortunate scenarios that you and your team went through, yet, your body seemed like it knew no fatigue or stress at all.

“Ayla volunteered to help you look perfect tonight,” Liv pipped, “I think you noticed it when she was scrubbing your body earlier.”

“That was her?” It explained the intense scratching on your skin while you were in the bath, one that your constructs insisted on doing.

The three of you laughed. You couldn't help but marvel at your own constructs as well — Lucia wearing a dazzling carmine gown that reflected her Plume frame, and Liv with her luminous bubblegum cocktail dress mirroring her Eclipse one. A small sense of pride that intertwined with your joy bubbled in your chest, you were glad they were around as your friends instead of just ordinary constructs that only know of staying in the battlefield.

A knock on the door interrupted your moment with your teammates. Liv quickly ran to the door. “It must be Lee!”

A mention of his name made your heart skip a beat. It wasn't supposed to be like that — the relationship between a construct and a commandant is strictly professional. Deep down, you knew your feelings for him are far from that; you saw Lee more than just a teammate or a best friend. But to you, you don't even know the depth of his own attraction to you, unless you remember that one time—

Pretending to look away and deciding to create a small talk with Lucia, your eyes betrayed you as it caught a glimpse of Lee's figure emerging from the front door.

“Are you excited for tonight, Commandant?” Lucia asked.

“A bit. I feel like it's different facing a crowd for a party than facing the corrupted.”

“I agree with you,” she hummed, “but I think it'll be alright, we are all here together rather than fighting at different places all at once, right?”

Once more, your heart skipped. You looked over the mirror, to see cerulean eyes staring at you: an unreadable emotion written on his face.

“Ah, other than that, we have respective partners for tonight anyways. Are you excited to have Lee accompany you, Commandant?”

Another mention of his name. Paired with Lee's lingering gaze on you made you feel like you've shrunken like a mouse. It made your heart beat even faster, that you stumbled on your words.

“I think Chrome will be an excellent pair.”

A pin-drop silence entered the room. Your attention flickered to the reflection of the mirror, where a downcast expression was rewritten on Lee's face.

“You mean Chrome is your partner for tonight?”

Curse your carelessness. You hadn't even asked Chrome in reality; you were just running away from Lee and that unfortunate time—

—Liv hurriedly came back into the lounge. Noticing the air of gloominess, Liv opened her mouth, before hiccuping into a squeal.

“A-ah, guys! I think we should be going now...the party will be starting soon!”

You took that as a cue to turn and face your team members. Taking Lucia's hand, you trudged up to Lee and Liv. You made a mistake in looking at the construct you've been ignoring ever since you came back to Babylonia: the navy blue suit that was carefully ironed, and the smell of musk that flooded your senses. And you wished you hadn't looked up instead when you met his gaze.

Cerulean eyes stared down at you, and the initial fear of shrinking into a mouse returned to you. Looking away, you noticed a small bouquet of roses behind Lee's back, making your heart ache for no reason.

“Commandant.”

Lee's voice matured through the months you've been together. This time, his usual calculative tone melted, and instead, a softer yet rough baritone tone escaped his lips.

He held out his free hand. White gloves instead of the rough ones you've always seen were in his hands instead. “Commandant, good evening.”

“Good-” your voice cracked, making you cringe, “-good evening, Lee.”

You instinctively took the hand that was for you, but Lee was faster, the bouquet of fresh roses and baby's breath already in front of you.

“This is for you.”

No words came out of your blanked out mind. Lee finished the sentence for you, opting to give the bouquet to you without even touching his hand.

“I initially thought I'd be the one to accompany you tonight, but I suppose Captain Chrome already took that place. I'm sure his bouquet is much better than mine, then I suppose I should leave this here?”

Bastard.

A new sense of embarrassment erupted in your face that covered the butterflies that charred in your stomach.

He certainly was about to make that night memorable, wasn't he?

Golden lights poured all over the grandiose auditorium. People and constructs wearing ballgowns, dresses, and suits flocked underneath the glinting chandelier, its rainbow lights reflecting on the tiled floors. The faint smell of food and the clanking of glass filled the entire room, creating an ambiance that was sure to be remembered.

At that moment, confused gray eyes stared at your awkward figure.

“You want...me to be your partner?”

As soon as you entered the room, you had successfully evaded Lee and quickly found Chrome. You tried to keep things short and concise, just to let the captain of Strike Hawk agree to your proposal.

“Just for tonight.” You hushed your tone, frantically looking around to see if someone was eavesdropping on your conversation, “please, Chrome. I'll give you the cleaning robots you want for the whole month.”

“There's no need for that, Commandant. You already know that I'd do whatever you'd ask me to do, but I just don't get why? Isn't Lee around?”

A helpless sigh escaped your lips, to which the captain saw. Before you could speak, the expression on his face changed when he looked up, then looked back at you.

“Is this about Le-”

“-I know, I know, I'm a coward.” You deeply sighed once more, face covered by your hands, “I'm an idiot.”

Fortunately for you, Chrome knows about your dilemma – your infatuation for the man in your team. Giving you an assuring pat on your shoulder, Chrome lightly laughed.

“I see, I understand. I will be your partner for tonight then, Commandant. However, you should already know that you really need to talk to him about what happened before more misunderstandings would happen.”

You breathed out in pure relief. “I will, maybe not now. I still need time...”

Chrome held out your hand and whisked you away into the crowd. “I hope you do it sooner,” Chrome's voice cracked, “Lee looks like he's ready to assault me when I'm asleep.”

By the time Chrome led you to the dancefloor, you realized something: enjoying the party was a complete understatement. The laughter rang in your ears as the food you ate filled your stomach. Fruity gossip — especially those about Hassen and Nikola — reached your ears, paired with the ever-growing amounts of wine you've consumed over the last hour. Or was it last few hours ago?

“Commandant,” in your drunken state, you still managed to hear the worry in Chrome's voice, “I think you should put the glass down...you drank too much.”

You shook your head, refusing to give your glass into the gentle pull of his hand, “I'm fine, I'm not drunk. Let me have one more...”

While earlier, you were worried about Lee and *that* particular disturbance in your mind, you were already dancing with the lights in your vision to care about those trivial matters; after all, the wine was too sweet to whisk you away from everything.

“Ah, Commandant, please.” Chrome's voice shook with uncertainty, “Lee is-”

“-Lee this, Lee that!” You exasperatedly groaned, pouting as you downed on the nth glass for the night, “To hell with him! You're my partner; just come on and dance with me!”

The captain couldn't stop you, as you excitingly dragged him by his necktie to the dancefloor, the crowd around you cheering. Yet the loudness couldn't even drown out your laughter, as you drunkenly danced around your 'partner'. The alcohol had long fogged your head, but you weren't blind to the way Chrome's intense gaze was on you the whole time. You felt his hands around you, from your shoulders to your waist.

As the music played a sensual bass, your eyes opened to look around. Dim lights, a shadow overhead of the chandelier's outline, the sea of people on the dancefloor. Songs of praises about how tomorrow was another day for heroes to save the future, words of congratulations that only passed through your ears. Amongst the beat of the music playing in the background, your heart was playing a different song — there, you saw the person you'd been ignoring, yet looking for all this time: Lee was laughing and smiling at the ladies that surrounded him.

For a moment, you seemed to have gone sober. Perhaps, this was your punishment; and you deserve that heartbreak. So, you closed your eyes and danced to the unfathomable soundtrack of the night, forever drifting in your drunken stupor.

“How alluring,” you were suddenly aware of how Chrome was already too close from comfort, breathe tickling your ears, “I should have known that you were a mastermind to such things like this.”

His hands bordered around the area of your hips. It tickled you, but you couldn't help but remember Lee's own hands gripping your hips like what happened—

“Commandant,” his voice dropped an octave lower, making your spine shiver, as he brought you even closer to his chest, “why must you be like this?”

Reality and imagination overlapped your consciousness; while someone else held your body, all you could see in that proximity was Lee in his place. Your heart was throbbing now, as your drunken thoughts only made you remember that certain day with Lee.

His breath fluttered in your ear. Wandering hands. A tight space.

All you could do was inhale in that moment, before the breath of fresh air slipped through your lungs.

A momentary shake clouded your already-drunk thoughts. The bright lights in the dim room flickered in your vision before you felt a broad surface collide with your body.

“...enough.” Frankly, you must've been stuck too long in a daydream that you imagined Lee's voice. But then again, it must not be because—

“....Commandant....too much....drink.”

You shook yourself awake. When you returned to your senses, Chrome was in front of you, looking disappointed above you, but not at you. All because Lee was the one behind you, hands gripping your shoulders.

“I've already told her that.” the captain scoffed, “we're only dancing. I'm taking her home already.”

“Right, says the man who was close enough to kiss her.” Lee's cold tone made you shiver your spine. You've never seen him this angry before.

“At least I have the guts to do so, unlike someone who's been a coward.”

Coward. That seemed to sum up yourself. Or the man holding you.

Wait.

“Lee,” you cried out a slur, alcohol coming back to consume you, “enough, Chrome didn't do anything wrong.”

The light of the chandelier blinded his features, making you unsure whether or not you'd seen Lee's face in the darkness. Pulling you away from the light and the crowd, you heard a shift in Lee's whisper, a softer tone, “I'll take you home, Commandant.”

“...wait,” a small whine escaped your lips, before your surroundings blurred into pure darkness, “Lee, hang on...”

Your eyes closed, your sense of hearing faded like your vision, yet you felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

“Lee...my mac and cheese...”

You remember that day.

A mission on Earth. The Gray Ravens were dispatched to help reclaim the piece of land vital to the operation's success. Alongside Strike Hawk, the two squads were sent without a hassle. Things were going very well until you and Lee somehow found yourselves cornered in one of the abandoned buildings.

You never expected yourself to be in that tight situation: a small dresser, with you and Lee stuck inside. You tried to awkwardly make the space comfortable enough still, but all the shifting and turning only made the situation worse.

“Commandant,” Lee breathed out after you tried to move your body, “I think you should stop...”

Sighing, you couldn't help but grow frustrated. “I could, but I think you're the one having trouble here. I don't want you to get back aches when we return to our base.”

“True, but...” he suddenly went silent, causing you to look at him, “this position is rather...”

“We don't have much of a choice then, I'm sorry, Lee. Don't worry; when we get back, I'll-”

Without missing a beat, Lee leaned forward, covering your mouth. Your eyes widened at the intrusion, eyebrows raised.

'There's someone out there'. He mouthed at you, still keeping his hand there.

As you listened to the creeping footsteps — one you identified as a corrupted — a small vibration, akin to a fluttering heartbeat, was heard thrumming alongside yours. You redirected your gaze from the small opening of the dresser, to Lee's focused stare to where you first looked.

A sharp jaw, clear and calculative cerulean irises that were curtained by his bangs, dimpled cheeks, soft-looking lips. You've known all this time that Lee was a handsome man, but have you ever looked at him like this? Have you ever stared at someone in a different light, that you want to kiss them?

“What?”

A startled question brought you back to reality. You caught him staring back at you with a wild, confused, yet curious expression written across his dainty features. You reeled yourself back — did you just say your thoughts out loud?!

“Um-” squeaking, you frantically shook your head, “n-no, I was just-”

Without hesitation, Lee leaned forward, one hand over the aide of your head, the other grasping your chin. In the middle of your hazy thoughts, you read an unfamiliar expression on Lee's face, this time, you could hear both of your hearts beating in sync.

“Pull away when you don't want to, Commandant.”

Sensing no imminent signs of restraint, you could only breathe in the moment Lee closed the gap between the both you.

And God, who would have known, his lips were soft.

Enough to drive you mad, enough to drive you insane. Greed corrupted your rational thoughts, blindingly wrapping your arms around Lee's neck and grasped his hair, as if afraid he'd be dragged away. But he wasn't; instead, he pulled you closer, holding you by your waist.

The only antagonist that appeared in your play was oxygen. Pulling away, a small whine escaped your lips. But it did grant you a sight: Lee's disheveled hair and swollen lips. The fire in your stomach did not disappear; instead, it ignited even more.

“...more.” you muttered through shallow, shaky breaths, “I want...more.”

The taste of him felt trivial, yet it made your appetite appear itself. You wished to be devoured, to succumb to his strength alone — but it didn't seem enough.

Yet, you were afraid to be rejected. However, much to your dilemma, a faint smile appeared amongst the unfamiliar expression on Lee's face.

“As you wish, then.”

Lee hoisted you up to his lap, before closing the gap. Your hunger clashed with his as you kissed him with more fervor, breathing in his mouth, touching wherever your hands could reach.

As you moved in his lap, you suddenly felt something rub down there. Peeking as you gasped for air, you noticed a bulge sitting eagerly on Lee's middle. Experimentally moving upwards, you heard Lee's breathy groan in your ear.

“Commandant...” his tone was a warning, but your hunger was insatiable, opting to thrust yourself in a languid motion.

“Do you,” you held out a shaky inhale, pleasure clouding your senses, “do you like that?”

He grasped your hips, eliciting a small whine from you. “do it properly, Commandant.”

“No.” You grunted, slowly rubbing yourself on him, “you should call me properly when you want me to.”

A low growl came from his lips to your ear, a shiver that went directly down to your aching core. You tried to hold back a low moan, when the grip on your hips tightened even more, before he flawlessly guided you on him.

“Alright then, [Y/N].” He groaned in your ear, making you gasp as he directed you instead, “two can play at this game.”

—

Before you could finish what you've dreamt of, you jolted whenever you were laying on, breathing heavily from the dream's impact.

Coming back to reality, you felt your head throb mercilessly, groaning from the pain. When you opened your eyes, a dark room welcomed you back, with the faint light of day haloing the windows. You also noticed yourself on a bed you've known all this time, the sheets smelling like musk. Confirming that you were still wearing the dress you wore the last time, you were safe to say that nothing bad happened. At least, the decency of the blanket that covered you.

...wait, that wasn't your blanket. Nor was this room.

Panic filled you as you scrambled to get out of the bed with a raging headache, but a familiar voice somehow calmed your nerves.

“Relax, you're in my room.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned to your side to see Lee, still wearing the suit from last night, sitting on a chair beside the bed, a small screwdriver and a little toy in hand. You recognized it as the little robot he had built for you, a stray thought that made you believe he must have finished tinkering with it.

“Lee...”

“There's a hangover drink on the table beside you, along with the mac and cheese you requested.”

The drink was expected. But mac and cheese?

“Um...”

“Before you passed out, you called out to me for your forgotten mac and cheese. And threw a fit when I said no.”

You cringed. Pretending to look away from Lee, you silently took the drink and ate the freshly prepared food with a muttered "thank you". No thoughts — other than the raging headache — could come to mind, except for the tasty food that somehow satiated your hunger. But you were thankful, even though the creeping sense of dread and embarrassment filled your tired body. After finishing the food, you slowly got ready to get out of the bed.

“Well, um, thank you for the meal, I will probably just go back to the party now.”

“The party ended hours ago. You were asleep for eight hours.”

You looked at the bedside table to see the illuminated clock, signaling it was 10:42. You awkwardly chuckled, still avoiding Lee's intense gaze.

“O-oh...well, that's a shame. I guess I'll go back to my office, then. I will be finishing the do-”

“-I finished them for you while you were busy drooling on my bed.”

You contorted your face in disdain. This bastard...

“I guess I also still need to go, I need to talk to Lu-”

“-if you are talking about the favor Lucia asked you, I already did it for you.”

Your mind started to race once more, deciding that the only thing Lee should face was your bare back and not your disappointed face as you finally ran out of excuses. Opting out the last option, you stood from the bed, and sprinted to the door.

“...bye Lee!”

Freedom awaited you. Or you thought so. Because you only came in contact with Lee's chest instead. Looking up, annoyance written across your features, as Lee stared down at you, expresionless.

“I need to go, Lee. Please let me pass.”

“What is the rush, Commandant? I already did all the things I knew you'd use as an excuse.”

“I'm not making excuses!” Liar. Embarrassment and anger flushed your puffed cheeks, “I really need to go!”

“I'll let you go,” enlightenment filled your poor soul, “only when you tell me one thing.”

“Say it.”

��Why are you ignoring me.”

Why are you ignoring Lee? Simple. You didn't want to finish while you're drowning in the fear.

“I refuse to answer.”

“Then I'm not letting you go out.”

“Why do you want to know?” You exasperatedly sigh, glaring at Lee, “I thought you'd stop this charade.”

“Are you telling that to me, or are you telling that to yourself?”

Both of you glared at each other. He may be taller in height, but your pride refused to back down. “To you. I'm already honest.”

“I know you're not. You don't think I don't notice what you've been doing?”

In a sudden motion, Lee grasped your shoulder ever so gently, cerulean irises looking at you softly. “Why are you ignoring me, Commandant?”

“I'm not...”

“or should I call you [Y/N]?”

The way he spoke of your name made you weak in the knees. Flustered, you turned your back on him, approaching the bed.

“I'm not going to talk to you, Lee.”

“Alright, should I enumerate the things you've been doing then?”

You refused to answer.

“You never even look at me ever since we came back from the retrieval operation. Whenever I'm in the room, you always try to leave.”

The moments when you've done what Lee mentioned came to mind. You internally cringed.

“You told Chrome to be your partner, even though we already established that I'll be the one to accompany you, and Chrome didn't even know.”

Memories of last night resurfaced. The amount of wine you've drank, the music, the way Lee held you — no, that wasn't Lee. That wasn't supposed to be...

“Are you ignoring me because you are running away after what happened to us down on Earth?”

“N-no, I-”

“-then why are you running away from me?”

You turned to see Lee already behind you, eyes looking like they were close to tearing up. You couldn't help but feel your heart break into a million pieces, as the cracks of Lee's emotionless façade started to appear across his features.

“Won't you tell me?”

Your heart betrayed you.

“This is purely professional.” You breathed out, “constructs and commandants should not have a romantic relationship with each other. We already listed our names in Death's checklist, and anytime, death would reclaim us in this neverending fight; whether I succumb to the natural death or you succumb to the punishing virus.”

“Your point?”

“I-” you choked on your suddenly overwhelming tears, “I cannot accept what happened to us down there. I can't risk putting our feelings first when our duty calls.”

You looked at him, breathing in your tears, “what if I lose you?”

The dam of unspoken feelings finally broke down. You've put a lot of thought into it; the fear of losing Lee as a lover, as your construct, as your teammate, as your friend. What goes beyond the weapons and glory, you feared what happens when one of you either dies or succumbs to the virus?

With a gentle coo of your name, Lee leaned closer to cup your cheeks, his thumb caressing away the tears that were falling from your eyes.

“We cannot stop that. I know. I have already seen the futures; but should that really be the reason for us to be apart? To simply be my commandant, and I, as your construct?”

You thought it to be the answer. But Lee proved you wrong.

“I can't do that. I don't want us to be just like that. [Y/N], I feel the same; I can't imagine myself without you in this life.”

No words spoken to you other than what Lee told you made you breakdown like this: crumbling into the bed, the overwhelming feelings of the future consuming your thoughts. But Lee, he cradled you into his arms, soft sweet nothing muttered as he kissed the crown of your head.

“I like you. I like you so much that I am afraid to lose you in this life, that I want to be close to you all the time, I don't want you to pick anyone else; I need you. I'll love you all the time, I will keep you safe from everything.”

Kneeling to your crouching frame, he cupped your cheeks with a small smile on his face, “that's why I'll stay alive for you, I love you, [Y/N].”

Your feelings are incomparable to the confession you've heard from Lee. You felt the same; you'd devote yourself to him, you—

“I love you too, Lee.” You confessed, taking the hand on your cheek to your lips for a kiss, a choked sob signifying your truth, “I'll stay alive with you, for as long as we can.”

Without hesitation, Lee leaned forward, a hair's breadth away from your lips.

“I want to kiss you.” Lee muttered, “Pull away when you don't want to, [Y/N].”

This time, you were the one to pull him into the kiss. Fervor and hunger awakened deep inside you once more, devouring whatever Lee could give as he kissed you back deeply, pushing you onto the bed. You taste the wine you drank last night, you inhaled the musk Lee was wearing; everything drowns you in its mere presence.

You could stay like that with Lee forever: tangled in each other's arms, breathing into each other's mouths. But the way his leg slotted in the middle of your hips made you feral; greedily grinding like how you've done to him down on Earth. He fueled your hunger more, bouncing his leg to your rhythm, making you moan onto his lips.

Was it the alcohol making you like this? Or were you getting drunk just from Lee's ministrations?

“You are eager,” Lee chuckled, pulling away, making you whine. He watched you with interested eyes as you tried to get off with only his leg. “I should have known you're like a slut.”

The degradation only made you even more turned on. Pouting, you whined as you tried to pull on his suit. “Take that off and touch me more, please...”

“You think you deserve it, after acting like a brat?”

Without a warning, his fingers found your drenched core, making you whine from sensitivity. He laughed, “already wet, even though you were just grinding on my leg.”

“Lee, please,” you grinded on his hand, back arched, “more...please.”

He leaned in to kiss you, fingers still rubbing your wet panties. Pulling away, he fumbled with the ties on your dress, “I wanted to tear this off of you, but I think I'll spare the fuss of destroying such a pretty dress on you.”

He expertly took off the top part of the dress, exposing your bare breasts. You forgot you didn't even wear a bra, so you tried to hide yourself from Lee's hungry gaze.

“Don't,” you whined as he slapped your pussy, “don't shy away from me now.”

From your lips, he was now devouring the left part of your breast. Temporarily abandoning your soaked core, he played with your other breast. Oh, the way he was playing with you was driving you insane — you were sure you were wetting the bed all from his ministrations.

One hand covering your mouth to suppress your embarrassing noises and the other tugging on Lee's locks, you were desperate for something to fill your neglected hole down there already.

“Stop covering your mouth,” Lee scolded as he rose, a shiver running down your spine, “let me hear you calling for me, [Y/N].”

Effortlessly, he manhandled you to the center of the bed, teasingly looking at you as he slowly unbuttons his suit. Annoyed, you fumbled with unbuttoning his trousers.

“Stop teasing,” you whined, “hurry up, Lee, please.”

Begging was never an option, but desperation clawed at your throat, the knot in your stomach begging to be fulfilled. Lee only chuckled at your situation.

“You're so cute, Commandant, if only they know how much of a needy little whore you are behind these walls.”

Fuck. This bastard knew what he was doing. Kneeling in front of your now-closed legs, he effortlessly pried them open. Taking his precious little time taking your soaking panties off, threads of your essence sticking, you could hear a soft groan from the man.

“God, how are you so wet already, [Y/N]?”

A finger teasingly traced your slit, making your back arch. “L-Lee...”

You made a mistake in looking up; he was already close to your aching pussy, blowing a small breath on it. Your eyes met as he proceeded to kiss your wet core — eliciting a moan from you.

“Fuck.”

One last curse from Lee made your hole flutter around nothing. He smirked in response, “such a pretty little pussy for me to see, hm?”

And with that, he opened his mouth to your pussy. And fuck, indeed. It felt so overwhelmingly good — his mouth sucking on your hole, thumb twiddling with your shaking nub. You couldn't keep your eyes off from Lee's focused expression; you couldn't lie, it felt too fucking good. The way his mouth now moved to suck on your clit, fingers prodding to enter your fluttering core.

“God, fuck, [Y/N], stop squirming. If I can't prep you now, how are you going to take something bigger?”

Your hazy mind blanked out. Bigger? A broken moan came out of your mouth then, when you felt two of his fingers enter your leaking hole. Back arching when he rhythmically fucked you with only his fingers. How was it even possible — to already feel so goddamn full with just two fingers?

“Pretty,” he cooed, looking at your writhing figure, “who would have thought I'd be the only one to see you like this? To see you moaning like a needy slut?”

The knot in your stomach was close to snapping now, Lee could tell in the way you're pathetically moaning his name and how you pulled his hair. In kind, he maintained his pace, coaxing out the orgasm out of you.

“L-Lee, I-”

“Do it, [Y/N].” Lee muttered between your folds, “cum for me.”

With one more broken moan, you came over Lee's mouth, clamping your legs around his head. Lee didn't even flinch — he fucked you through your orgasm.

When you came back from cloud nine, you could make out Lee's figure, haloed by the light from the windows. You felt his hand cupping your cheeks, before leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips; salty, sticky, but it never fazed you.

You opened your eyes to find his own, looking at you with such reverence, that if you hadn't paid attention to your surroundings, that you wouldn't have noticed something hard rubbing on your slit down below. You peered down as Lee fondled your chest, and your eyes widened —

“Lee,” you whimpered, “you're so big...how are you going to fit that in me...?”

A small laugh passed through his lips. Down there, you underestimated the size you initially thought, but never took into consideration what it would have looked like when clothes are off. In response, the tip of his cock, smeared with what seemed to be pre-cum, making you jolt from the pulsating contact.

“You can take it,” he hummed as he leaned to your ear, licking the space underneath it, his breath tickling every part of your ear before lightly biting your earlobe, “if not, then we'll make it fit. You're a good girl, aren't you? You'll take it well, won't you?”

The cockhead was then playing with your swollen clit, and all you could do was to moan in response, hands gripping the sheets tightly, “I-I...I will try.”

“I'll be careful,” Lee kissed your ear, before pecking your lips, “your safe word is zero.”

Gently, he tried to guide his hardened member to your hungry hole. You mewled in pain, as the cockhead came through your folds. God, it stung: how it was already stretching you more than his fingers, but Lee wasn't even halfway through.

“Relax,” he grunted, whispering in your ear, “you should- ah, relax. You're too tense.”

Even so, Lee tried to comfort you, as he tried to push his dick further in, with your moans getting louder. In an attempt to ground you, he gripped you by the hips — before breathing in, and pushed further.

Your pussy spasmed at the intrusion. And all Lee could do was groan in your ear. “[Y/N], you're so warm...so tight. Breathe with me, relax.”

A strangled moan escaped your lips, but Lee closed the gap, just to calm you down. He let you adjust to his length that was now sheathed inside you, but God, it was too warm, too wet, too good inside. If you were going insane with him inside of you, then he's close to losing his mind to ramming you to oblivion.

But like the good man he was, Lee bit back those urges, even as your legs trembled and hooked by his hips.

“I'm going to move now,” he muttered, “I'm- ah, tell me...if you're uncomfortable, use the safeword.”

You might have been drunk over the alcohol, but no wine could compare to the pleasure that was drowning you profusely. Too fucked out to care, Lee began to shallowly thrust into you. There was slight pain as he started to move, but it eventually subsided, paired with his subtle touches on your body here and there. Finally, he bottomed out inside of you.

“Lee,” you babbled, “Lee.”

“I'm here,” he kissed your lips, one hand gripping your thigh, the other on your hips, “are you okay?”

“You feel so good,” you mewled when he thrusted deeply, back arching, “wan' more...I wan' more please.”

Who was he to deny you? Maintaining the pace, he held you by the back of your thighs, raising them to his shoulders. You were completely helpless now — the way he was pressing you onto the mattress, the world spinning around you as he was drilling so goddamn deep onto you. It didn't take long for Lee to find that one spongy spot that made you see beyond the stars in Babylonia.

“Lee-” you cried out his name, breasts bouncing from how he bullied that spot in you, “Morian-”

That made him stop. Looking down to see your fucked out state, he gripped your hips to shake you awake. “what did you call me?”

You froze. A shiver ran down your spine, only making you open your mouth. “Morian...?”

The gears in Lee's mind started to work. So that's what it was like: to be called by someone you love, your real name on their lips. For the very first time after being a construct, Lee felt human. Very human, that the proof was right there in front of him, being one with him. It drove him wild — his dick fervently pulsating inside of you.

“Say. It. Again,” he punctuated every word with every thrust, “say my real name again, [Y/N].”

You mewled out in pleasure. “M-Morian!”

That newfound energy throbbed inside of Lee, causing him to ram you deeper and harder onto the mattress. There, you babbled “Morian, Morian” like a prayer, and Lee could only growl in your ear as a response.

And such, you felt another knot in your stomach close to coming undone. Through tears in your eyes, you called out, “M-Morian, I'm c-close...”

“So am I.” He smiled at you, gentle hands clasping with your clammy ones, “we'll come together then.”

Reaching out to rub your neglected nub, your orgasm is closer than you thought. With one last look at Lee's glinting cerulean irises, his mouth moved faster.

“Cum.”

Mind-blowing pleasure corrupted your mind, as you came over Lee's cock. A frothy white ring creamed on Lee's pulsating dick as he fucked you through your orgasms.

Lee thought you looked like the prettiest person alive as you came. Easing you through, he kissed and caressed every part of your body — cheeks, clavicle, chest, stomach. Soon enough, as you both came down from your highs, heavy breathing filled the room. You were about to wiggle out of Lee's grasp, when he held your hips. Looking tiredly at Lee's smiling face, a dreaded realization came over you.

“We're not yet done, [Y/N].” He whispered, his dick that was still inside you throbbing, “I still need to show you how much I love you.”

Before that, a creaking sound happened before you felt the mattress dip into the floor.

You're fucked indeed.

The afternoon was a pretty time to see nice sights around Babylonia. Still drunk over last night's festivities, the constructs you've known decided to take a stroll around the place.

Bianca and Karenina were sitting on one side of the table, munching on the food they brought. Wanshi, Kamui, Camu, and Chrome were at the center, minding their own business.

“Commandant went home early, didn't she?” Bianca asked the surrounding constructs.

“That was past 11 pm though,” Karenina sighed, polishing the inver-device she had been carrying around, “I heard she was pretty drunk already.”

“Wasn't she with you the whole night, Chrome?” Said Bianca, “did you take her home?”

Chrome, with a disappointed expression on his face, shook his head. Opting to drink the glass he held, he muttered, “I was, but Lee took her...”

From a distance, Kamui waved to the appearing new constructs. “Lucia! Liv! Perfect timing!”

Even before the two Gray Ravens could sit down, an annoyed and confused expression is written across the team leader's face. “I already received a report that a bed in our dorm needs to be fixed...”

“Huh,” Wanshi perked up, yawning, “why'd the bed break? Did something happen?”

“No idea.” Liv sighed, “No one else was at our dorm...”

Kamui looked around, “where's Lee and the Commandant?”

“I haven't seen Lee since last night.” Lucia spoke, to which Liv also shook her head.

“Were you talking about us?”

A voice spoke from behind. The group turned to see Lee, and you beside him. Awkwardly smiling and waving, you sheepishly greeted, “Hello, sorry guys. I had a major hangover.”

“The commandant couldn't get out of bed. I had to look over her.”

Everyone around them was cheering, except for Chrome, who secretly ticked his jaw.

“Good to know you're alright, Commandant! Come and join us!”

You walked to where Liv and Lucia were, but you were flinching, as if in pain. In a heartbeat, your members went beside you, but Lee already had his arm around your waist.

“Commandant? Are you alright? What happened to you?”

“I'm fine!” you smiled and waved at Lucia, “just a little sore from...the heels I wore last night. I tripped while I was wearing them back home.”

“I got her, don't worry.” Lee cooly said.

Soon enough, you and Lee were settled nicely in the group. All of you talked about duties, the celebrations and other things under Babylonia's guiding light.

Everyone thinks the relationship between a construct and their commandant is purely professional; the latter exuding orders to be executed by the former, the war they face, the blood the had and have to shed — all for the sake of survival and success of the mission. In the end, glory and honor awaits those who return to Babylonia.

However, beyond the exemplary titles and glimmering medals of valor, no one knows what happens behind those walls.

For example — they never saw the way Lee's fingers curled on your thigh.

Or the way he looked at you as the group spoke.

“[Y/N],” he whispered. You gazed at him, before taking and squeezing his hand.

Lee leaned on you, his breath tickling your ear, sending butterflies to your core. “Don't forget about tonight.”

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[thereceptioniststyles]

Thin Ice

The remainder of the week dragged on at a torturous pace, each moment an agonizing eternity. I sat there, feigning indifference to Harry's kiss with Grace, but inside, I was seething. Every attempt to appear aloof and desirable was a facade crumbling under the weight of my madness. Finally, Friday crawled its way into view, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Weekends were my sanctuary, a respite from the torment of Harry's wandering eyes and suffocating presence. In the safety of my apartment, with only my cat for company, I could finally exhale.

December arrived, cloaking the world in a blanket of snow. The journey from my car to work became a treacherous dance on slippery ice, each step a battle to maintain balance and not fall to the ground. With every breath, I exhaled clouds of mist, each one a reminder of the bitter chill that permeated the air, mirroring the frostiness in my heart.

Lost in my thoughts, I trudged along the sidewalk, oblivious to the approaching figure until their touch jolted me from the depths of my mind, sending me crashing to the icy ground below.

"Oh, Ayla, love, I'm so sorry," Harry's voice pierced through the haze as I struggled to regain my composure.

Wincing, I attempted to pick myself up, but my limbs flailed uselessly until Harry extended his hand, pulling me to my feet. Though I was tempted to drag him down with me in my embarrassment, I refrained, my pride wounded enough.

"It's fine, Harry," I muttered through gritted teeth, my words as sharp and cold as the winter air. That enveloped

Standing before me, Harry's hands rested on my shoulders, his gaze scrutinizing as he pressed a light kiss to my forehead.

"You're a champ," he declared, his concern seemingly genuine.

"What do you want?" I snapped, the frustration boiling within me. I had strived for elegance and grace, yet here I was, sprawled on the ground like a clumsy fool.

"Just wanted to catch you before we tackle the day at work," Harry replied, his tone light.

"Why's Grace coming in later?" I inquired, unable to mask the bitterness in my voice.

Harry chuckled, his amusement grating on my nerves. "She left my place last night. Just a quick visit."

My blood simmered beneath my skin, ready to erupt.

"You know, Harry, being with you is like being in a damn car crash," I spat, my words laced with venom. "One moment, everything's smooth sailing, and the next, I'm slammed with the impact."

Harry stood there, stunned by my outburst, yet offering no resistance as I unleashed my pent-up emotions.

"Keep going," he encouraged, his voice carrying a hint of challenge.

"Why would you kiss me if you're just going to mess around with someone else?" I demanded, gesturing angrily between us. Tears threatened to spill over, betraying the storm raging inside me.

"I can't control what you think, Ayla," Harry retorted, his words slicing through me like shards of ice. "It was just a kiss. Grace is just a distraction. You have a talent for blowing things out of proportion. Grow up. No man wants a woman who acts like a child."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me to stew in a whirlwind of emotions. His scent lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of what could never be. I knew I couldn't face another day at work, trapped in his presence for eight agonizing hours. Today, I would break.

I grabbed my phone and fired off a quick text to Callie, concocting a story about a fall on the way to work and a trip to urgent care. It was a lie, of course. I had no intention of subjecting myself to the sterile, fluorescent-lit halls of the local clinic. No, my plan involved retreating to the sanctuary of my bed, cocooned in blankets, nursing wounds that were more emotional than physical. At least there, in the warmth of my covers, I could hide from the world.

As I trudged back to my car, frustration bubbled within me, threatening to boil over. With a primal scream, I unleashed my pent-up anger, pounding my fists against the unyielding metal of the steering wheel. Angry at myself for allowing things to reach this point, furious at Harry for his obliviousness to my worth, and seething at the universe for its cruel twists of fate.

The short drive back to my apartment was a blur of rage and resentment. I parked with a forceful slam, the sound reverberating through the quiet street. If I was going to be consumed by fury, then the whole world would bear witness to my wrath.

But even before I reached the elevator, my phone buzzed insistently in my pocket, interrupting my storm of emotions. With a sense of grim inevitability, I glanced at the screen. "Baby," read the text, a sickeningly sweet endearment that now tasted bitter on my tongue.

Part of me longed to turn the car around, to storm back into that office and unleash hell upon Harry. I wanted to shatter his complacency, to show him that I was not to be trifled with, that beneath my disguise of poise lay a warrior waiting to be unleashed.

But I hesitated. Instead of succumbing to the urge to confront him head-on, I made a different choice. A calculated one. If Harry wanted to play games, then I would play along. I would give him a taste of his own medicine, a bitter pill to swallow. And perhaps, in the twisted dance of our relationship, I would find some semblance of control amidst the chaos.

My fingers hovered over the screen, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within me. I could feel the weight of Harry's words pressing down on me, his insidious manipulation threatening to drown me in a sea of doubt and desire.

With a trembling hand, I composed a response, each keystroke a battle against the tumult raging within me.

"I bet you like playing these games," I sent, my words a thinly veiled challenge, a gauntlet thrown down in the twisted dance of our relationship.

Seconds stretched into eternity as I awaited his reply, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat of anticipation.

And then, there it was, his response illuminating the screen like a damning confession.

"I do."

The simplicity of his admission sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the depths of his depravity.

But before I could formulate a reply, another message from Harry invaded my screen, each word dripping with poison.

"I like it. Almost as much as you liked when I kissed your forehead. I bet you wished it was your lips."

His words cut through me like a knife, slicing through the facade of indifference I had so carefully constructed.

I was stunned into silence, the weight of his implications crushing me beneath their unbearable weight.

"If you come over tonight I can show you what it feels like, in case you forgot."

His audacity left me reeling, my mind unable to comprehend the depths of his depravity.

Harry was sick, twisted, a puppet master pulling the strings of my emotions with callous disregard for the damage he wrought.

He knew the power he held over me, the way his words could unravel me with a single utterance.

And worst of all, he was right.

As much as I despised him, loathed the hold he had over me, a part of me yearned to succumb to his sick little mind games, to lose myself in the chaos of his embrace.

He knew all too well how to push my buttons, how to exploit my weaknesses for his own twisted pleasure.

And in that moment of painful clarity, I realized just how deep I had fallen into his web of deceit.

I was trapped, ensnared in his toxic embrace, unable to break free from the chains he had forged around my heart.

With a heavy heart and a trembling hand, I resigned myself to the inevitable, knowing that no matter how hard I fought, Harry would always be one step ahead, a puppet master pulling the strings of my shattered heart.

All Parts

[renneeofpeace]

Ayla, Ginger. “The Power of the List Poem.” Substack.com, Effing the Ineffable, 20 Mar. 2024, gingerayla.substack.com/p/the-power-of-the-list-poem. Accessed 14 Apr. 2025.

Blog Post 7: List Poem, I love you.

Drafting my list poem was honestly so satisfying. I live for list in general because they help me stay centered and organized. I never heard of a list poem until this course, so I am truly grateful for learning about them. My writing process for my list poem was pretty straight forward. Ironically enough, I first made a list of things that interest me and memories of experiences that hold me tight daily. I narrowed that list down to about five things.

Next, I asked myself out of the five choices, what is something I haven’t written about yet in any of my courses or personal writings. Ultimately, I chose to describe the memory and feelings of my church routine with my mom as a child. I am filled with joy and butterflies in my stomach every time I think of this particular traditional experience. We went to church every Sunday, and as I got older, I found myself looking forward to it. Not necessarily for the church service, but the events that surrounded it. That is what I wanted to capture in my list poem.

I then began to just write. Once all my thoughts were jotted down, I then mirrored the example poem on page 199 in my course required book Poetry: A Writers' Guide and Anthology by Amorak Huey and W. Todd Kaneko. I chose the number of items in my poem where I naturally felt it should end. But I didn’t want it to be too long or too short. Once done, I did some editing and left it alone. I came back to it the next day and changed a few points, took some away and did one last overall edit. What I love the most about list poems is that they feel very simple. Sure, they can be as abstract or straight forward as one would like, but I appreciate the simplicity of a list poem. I felt comfortable and the free verse format helped me express myself fully. It was a blast creating it and now I am thinking about drafting a book of just list poems!

Thank you for reading, until next time!

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

There's a new dcla show they released on D+?????????

Like it might be a new d+la show, but it says we can watch the "5 episode premiere"... so... is this gonna be a long show?

It's called Ayla and the mirrors

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Snorting to herself, she held up her hands in a fake form of surrender. "Hey, hey, hey -- I'm good with keeping my sanity so I'll have to pass for that one, sorry!"

Freya chuckled at his expression, amusement growing on her face as she briefly looked away to hide her struggle of containing her laughter. Gods, only he could make her do such a thing, even if it was just a small action like that. "Alright, alright, close your eyes then, dork."

She listened attentively while Hiccup explained the current shape of Berk, a faint smile forming as she acknowledged all the work he was putting into their tribe. Something in her, however, predicted he didn't give himself enough credit for it. The assumption pricked her heart, knowing that he did so much and yet, everyone persisted in requiring more of him. The duty of a Chief was bigger than she realized, to say the least.

"You're doing great, don't forget it."

Mirroring his smile, she shrugged nonchalantly. "Nah, not long." Sitting up with him, the shield maiden became slightly stiff once he asked her if she was okay. Of course, she understood that she could always tell him anything, it's part of the foundation they'd built together for their relationship, but the simple question threw her off guard. She was getting better, yes, but a part of her still didn't want to face the memories of what happened to her.

Registering that she flinched again, Freya lightly shook her head, brushing her thumb against his hand. "Don't worry, I'm fine…I'll be okay as long as I have you with me.." Her statement was true, although she didn't dive too deep into her emotional status; she didn't desire to put another weight on his shoulders.

Sighing in distaste at the topic of Ayla having someone to…court her, she muttered: "Quite frankly, I'm not sure if anyone can reach that bar."

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Aimlessly spinning a pencil in her hand, Freya glanced up when her little sister came…alongside Svein. Instantly, she had to conceal a grimace. 'Wait…he brought his brother too…what's going on..?' She glimpsed at her boyfriend, hoping he could interpret her silent inquiry.

"Oh! Uh, nope! Everything is completely okay! We just, uhm.." Ayla hesitated, fiddling with her hands as Svein remained utterly rigid next to her. His older brother, Gunnar, seemed identical to his posture; taut and strained. "We needed to tell you, uh.." The younger girl looked towards her supposed 'friend', seeking encouragement. His subtle nod of assurance provided the necessary strength to continue.

"We, uhm…" She took a heavy breath in, hastily explaining herself in a babble: "I'm sorry this is so sudden and kind of on bad timing but I think me and Svein like each other and we needed to tell you because we can't ignore it anymore a-and we made Gunnar be here too for a witness and so he knows what's going on as well.." She exhaled, huffing to catch her breath.

…

Silence was the only thing Freya responded with, gaping at the three of them while her pencil dropped out of her hand. Even when Blaze, who had been laying down behind the couple, nudged her, she didn't budge. Her eyes were wide, twitching a few times. Her mind was forced to come to terms that her sister…did like someone…in that way.

Since her appearance gave off the impression of being frozen, Gunnar cleared his throat and nervously stepped forward, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I, uhm…I understand this is kind of an…out of nowhere situation, b-but I'm sure we can help them through this--"

At once, Freya held up a finger, which quickly caused him to be quiet. "Wait." Her gaze slowly lifted to meet the trio's apprehensive ones. "You're…serious? This isn't some cruel joke, is it?"

They hurriedly shook their heads to display their seriousness.

She groaned, covering her face with her hands as she stomped a few steps away, Blaze doing his best to comfort her. "This can't be happening! No!" She let Hiccup talk to them in her moment of misery, leaning on the Sand Wraith to prevent herself from collapsing.

Ayla tried calming them down, stuttering her reply, "W-we didn't expect this either! I-It just…happened!"

Svein backed off, seeing how unapproving they looked. "M-maybe we shouldn't have said anything--"

The younger Leif gently grabbed his arm, pulling him closer by her side. "No, you agreed to this! We can't leave now!" She smiled, forgetting Hiccup was right there when her crush stood taller in determination.

As though her older sister radar turned on, Freya swiftly spun around and nearly choked upon seeing Ayla holding Svein's arm. She promptly unsheathed her dagger and ran towards them, yelling: "What do you think you're doing?!"

The two kids yelped in fear, hugging each other to shield themselves as Gunnar rapidly darted in front of them, flinging out his arms to protect them. His green eyes reflected nothing but terror, waiting to meet his fate, until she was stopped - standing face to face with him, weapon raised and ready to use. He panted in relief, legs quivering as she shouted her protests.

"They can't touch each other like that!"

Gunnar furrowed his brows in shock. "What?! They're just hugging!"

"Exactly!" She exclaimed, writhing to get past him. She wouldn't actually hurt them, but it was a good strategy to scare them.

Freya gave up her struggles of trying to get him out of the way, sheathing her dagger and glaring at the blonde-haired viking. Although he didn't have the same eyes and hair color as his younger brother, the structure of his features loudly indicated that they were siblings; the freckles on their cheeks were practically the same. "Listen here, Gunnar, I don't think Ayla is ready for…whatever this is. So you can run along and come back when she's older. Maybe we'll approve of it then. End of story."

She didn't look at Ayla, her emotions not having the capacity to deal with the reality that her little sister was growing up…and she wouldn't need her as much as she did when she was a babe.

Freya began to walk away, unknowingly going into her reserved behavior, the one that left her guarded and reticent. All until Svein spoke.

"Wait! W-what do we have to do to prove that I really like Ayla?" He was scared, Thor he was probably the most terrified he's ever been, but he wanted her to comprehend the fact that he wasn't joking. Sure, they were only eleven, but he still knew what he felt.

Gunnar stammered, attempting to leave. "W-what do you mean?!"

Pausing, Freya didn't glance back at them yet. "I already told you my answer. You can't--"

Apparently, the boy had more boldness than she thought. It showed as he interrupted her. "But there's gotta be some way to make you approve of me! What if…we did a, uh…competition? Uh, like--"

She cut him off now, "You're eleven, Svein. You can't compete with me."

"That's the thing! W-what if…my brother did instead? Like, uhm…a sparring match..or something?"

Gunnar, desiring the best for him, nodded. "Yeah, we can--" He immediately halted, doing a double take as he registered what was said. "WAIT! I can't do that! S-she's a part of the group who goes and rescues dragons, Svein! I can't--"

Suddenly, his words never got to finish as Freya, at last, slowly and menacingly turned around. "That can be arranged.." A minatory, baleful, forbidding smirk crept upon her lips, sauntering over to him while he ranted about how he was unable to do what his brother requested.

Not only could she use that opportunity to release her frustration, but it would also show Hiccup she was ready to go on their missions again. Standing next to her boyfriend, the shield maiden rested her arm on top of his shoulder, leaning on him as her smirk never wavered. "I'm afraid it's the one option available, Gunnar. It's either that or nothing."

He responded in a timorous voice. "I-I, uh, you're probably busy though, right? Right. S-so, we can--"

"Gunnar!" Svein complained, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Please? For me and Ayla? You guys are the same age, it's fair!"

The older viking internally prepared himself for what was to come, reluctantly extending his hand for hers. 'I can't believe I'm doing this..' He sighed, watching as the Chief's girlfriend strolled towards him. "Fine. If I win, they can still see each other like usual..?"

Freya glanced at Hiccup, nodding in satisfaction with the challenge. "And when I win, it'll still be unapproved of until they're older." She restrained herself from snickering as he visibly gulped, firmly shaking his hand in agreement.

Svein nervously chuckled, whispering to Ayla, "She isn't gonna be…scary, right? She'll go easy on him..?"

The younger Leif nodded, fighting down her thoughts which plainly told her otherwise. "Y-yeah! Don't worry! Everything's gonna be fine. Right, Hiccup?"

Seeing he had succeeded in making her laugh, he closed his eyes once she said he could, content.

At her reassurance, his features reflected gratitude, despite his eyes still being closed. He wasn't told that very often, and it meant more than he thought it would.

He'd spent so much time comparing himself and his choices and decisions to what Stoick would do...he half expected the tribe was doing the same. After all, he'd heard as much, overhearing snippets of conversation as he'd walk through the village.

"I don't think I'd be doing nearly as well as I am if I didn't have you with me."

As she insisted she was fine, he had a little trouble believing it, his brows knitting closer together. Placing his other hand over hers, he looked into her amber eyes, "Okay. Just know, I want to help, if I can."

It was hard, not knowing how to fix it, not knowing how to help her. She'd made so much progress already, but she still seemed not quite herself. Hiccup knew it would take time, and he wasn't going anywhere, but he wanted to make sure she knew that no matter what, he'd be there for her, anytime.

Turning to face her, he nodded. "Can't say I don't agree with that, but we'll just have to find out."

----------------

Catching Freya's look, Hiccup gave a subtle shrug, indicating he had no clue what was going on.

The young chief waited patiently as Ayla struggled to explain. His expression and stance showed no signs of impatience, but on the inside, he was hoping she'd get it out soon.

His jaw dropped open slightly, eyes wide with surprise.

Really, he shouldn't have been surprised, he should have seen this coming, but...he hoped it wouldn't.

Blinking, he was able to take on a more neutral expression, looking over to see how Freya was taking it.

Not well, it seemed.

"Uh, Gunnar, maybe just--"

Before he could do anything to try to help calm her, Freya was storming off. Turning back to the trio, Hiccup took a breath. "Well, while this may be a bit unorthodox, I know I appreciate you telling us like this. I'm sure Freya will too...in time."

As the two spoke, Hiccup arched a brow at the familiarity between them.

Hm...

The chief quickly reached over, stopping Freya in her tracks from skewering anyone. "Whoa! I hardly think weapons are necessary right now, Fey! They're kids!"

Stepping between them, he did his best to be diplomatic. "Surely we can just sit and talk about this, yeah?"

It was no use.

Running a hand through his hair, he placed his hands on his hips, beginning to pace.

As the prospect of a competition came up, Hiccup stopped in his tracks, whirling around to face them. "What?!"

As they discussed it, he just looked between them, eyes wide, shaking his head. "Wait, no, that can't--"

It was like he wasn't even there.

He'd never voice this, but he felt bad for the three of them. He felt bad for Freya too, but in a different way.

Ayla was growing up, it was unavoidable now. This was bound to happen sooner or later. Freya didn't want to admit it, and her actions could cause a rift in her relationship with her sister...

As they shook hands on it, Hiccup said in a resigned voice, "Don't I have any say in this?!"

Pressing his palm to his face, he shook his head, sighing in frustration.

"I hope so, Ayla, I really do..."

[yoursminehourss]

okay who is a dazai introject i need to make like a graph or smth/hj

okay okay so

- me (onyx)

- ayla

- cryo

- and then a bunch i dont think you know (daz, zai, spark, space, altas, mirror, osa, december, and two of the valley guards)

[gerrydelano]

For the ask game! Either 2 (with Casey and Ayla), 12, or 13 please?

hello hello! i'll do 2 and 12 >:-)

ask game

2. share an excerpt of [Casey and Ayla] interacting, either selected from the work or written now.

(it's a bit chopped up because i can't put the Entire Prologue but alas this is all i have written fresh after my editor gave it back LOL)

[...]

Casey cries hard into his pillow until he hears his door creak open. He knows without looking that it isn’t one of his parents — they wouldn’t dream of coming up here so quietly, or so soon — so he twists to roll over and face his sister.

Ayla looks just as exhausted as he feels, but then, she always does. Her brown eyes are rimmed with shadows underneath, her shoulder-length hair limp and a shade darker with grease at the roots. As different as they look now that they’ve grown past the ages of matching clothes and haircuts, they can still mirror each other’s expressions. Her frown is still his frown.

Slowly, she crosses over to sit on the corner of his bed. “So… this is really happening, huh?”

Casey sniffs so hard that his sinuses ring. “Yeah. My blood cells have mutated into little paw print shapes.”

“Shut up,” she scoffs, kicking out a socked foot to tap his leg. “Seriously, are we sure?”

“It was a pretty basic sequence of events.” Casey lifts his bandaged hand; even after a few days, the bite mark is still sore, discolored. “I got bit, I got sick, I got tested, and now Pam hates me even more.”

“She never hated you to begin with,” Ayla mumbles. “She just… You know, she’s scared, or whatever.”

Falling back onto his pillow makes Casey’s head spin. “Yeah, well. I guess this is a little more scare-worthy than me being a big fat bisexual.”

It’s good that he can’t see her face while lying down. She always looks so despondent when the subject of their parents’ scorn bubbles back up to the surface. It’s been four years since Casey came out to them at thirteen, and they failed so spectacularly at taking it seriously that sometimes even he starts to forget.

“I guess,” Ayla agrees.

[...]

Casey snorts. “I almost wish [Dad]’d blame me or something, instead of just ignoring it. I mean, seriously, how stupid is it to ignore it? I’m going to turn into a giant animal that won’t fit in the house at some point, some point soon. You’d think he’d care enough to make some contingency plans about it.”

“Well, if we know he’s Dad and there’s a lot he’ll just never do, he probably knows we’re us, and that we will do stuff whether he contributes or not.” Ayla picks at her nails, some quite long, others ripped or bitten down. “Plus, you don’t want them to blame you. Not really.”

“Maybe they should this time.”

“Why?”

Casey drops the water bottle onto his blankets and pulls himself up to sit cross-legged, resting back against the headboard. He doesn’t know how to explain it to himself, let alone say it aloud.

There he was, sitting on the floor with Ryan, their legs just a hair too close to touching, their fingers dancing around each other’s in the popcorn bowl. There were glances, and then there was a pit in his stomach, and an urgent need to run or fight or disappear. Then came Colette, two years old and trundling in on huge, mischievous paws that dug into his stomach when she tried to lick at his face. Before he knew it, he was nudging her off of him once, twice with mounting force, laughing anxiously until suddenly she was growling and her jaws came down around his right hand. He cried out in pain, Ryan yelled for his parents, and there was no telling exactly who to punish for the mistake; the more Casey thinks about it, the more certain he is that it should be him.

“I don’t know, dude,” he settles on. “It just feels like something I could have avoided.”

Ayla looks down and away from him. She folds her hair behind her ear and he sees her deadened face and Casey realizes his mistake at a delay.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

“It’s cool,” she murmurs back. “Happens.”

Apologize, and move on. That’s all the advice she gave when she’d asked Casey to let go of his brother and welcome her in his place. The longer they keep the secret together, the harder it is to see any living evidence of the boy she’s still pretending to be.

Casey doesn’t know how she bears it. All he knows is what she told him when she told him who she really was last year; all their lives, she’s been following his lead, and that also meant picking up on what not to do. Don’t be overly emotional. Don’t tell anyone you’re queer. And whatever you do, don’t go to Mom and Dad. They’ll still love you, to some degree, but they just won’t understand.

“Are you scared?” she asks, shattering his thoughts. He has to take a moment to think.

“Think the only thing that scares me is doing it alone.”

Ayla nods, chewing her lip. “Yeah. I get that.”

“I know you do, yeah.”

An idea springs into his mind. Disgust flares in his every fiber, but try as he may to banish the thought and be kind, instead it comes flying out of his mouth.

“Do it with me.”

[...]

12. which scene/plot beat is your favorite? elaborate on why.

oh gosh that's hard HMMMM. i am very attached to the intro scene with casey and pruitt meeting, the ending scene where they stand off with pruitt's mom at the inlet, and a scene from the third book where samson, pruitt's partner in the paramilitary group he gets sucked into (Or Else They'll Kill Him), is assigned to kill philomena and her mom rosalind comes in swinging with a gun and kills him before he can hurt her too badly. fucking GO MOM.

[bardakci]

a dependent, single-muse blog for newbellevouxhq. penned by ateş (he/they) utc+300. threads: 5/5 | drafted: 1/5 (elliot) | posted: 3/6 | updated: 13/12/2024

The Basics:

Full Name: Selim Bardakçı

Faceclaim: Şükrü Özyıldız

Pronouns/Gender: He/Him. Cis-male.

Sexuality: Biromantic; Demisexual

Age & Birthday: 37 (September 21st, 1987)

Birth Place: Brooklyn, NY

How long have they been in town?: 1 month

Living Situation: Downtown - Above Artful Aura

Occupation: Author / Language Teacher

Family: Aylin Bardakçı, 1990 (sister), Elif Bardakçı, 1995 (sister), Ayla Bardakçı, 2014 (adopted daughter)

Pets: Simba (Orange Tabby), Georgie (German Shepherd)

Languages: English (Native), Turkish (Native), Spanish (Fluent), German (Fluent), Farsi (Conversational).

Biography: tws for homophobia, homelessness, anxiety, childhood illness/loss.

Selim was born in Brooklyn, NY only a couple of months after his parents immigrated in The United States from Mykonos. As the eldest child and only son of Bayram and Mercan, Selim grew up holding a unique pressure on his shoulders that he often felt wasn't extended to his younger sisters. Education; Corporate America; Marriage; Family - with a detailed guide set out in front of him, how had it started to go so wrong?

His early life was spent tugging the pigtails of his sisters; being hugged by his mother in the middle of the night when terror struck; learning from his father's acquired wisdom; helping stuff and roll grape leaves at the dinner table; playing outside with the other kids in their block of flats. He prayed at Mosque with his father; broke fast with his mother's hand in his; instilled confidence in his sisters hijab practice in the mirror. So why did he pull away completely from religion?

It started in middle school. He was well-liked, had a small but tight-knit group of friends who would all transfer over to high school when it came. Once an active and excitable child, Selim started coming home from school with stomach aching bouts of anxiety. Attentive parents, after an entire year of their son calling them on Wednesday afternoons begging to come home from school, scheduled an appointment with a specialist. Selim believed then that something good would come from it - but nothing did. The physicians didn't know the cause of his stomach pain and everything went back to relative normal. Every Wednesday, he would call home and every Wednesday, he would wait with his backpack for Mercan to pick him up after lunch.

Something was wrong with him. Selim felt crooked, off-kilter, wrong; in the locker room; outside with his friends as games of tag turned into talks of attraction and romantic pursuits; when one specific male friend leaned in too close; every time he pressed forehead to mat in prayer.

It wasn't until Sophomore year of high school that the reasons for his stomach pain became apparent. Beautiful; Talented; A mid-year transfer from out of state - Selim fell hard for him. Although the realization of his sexuality was startling, stomach pain turned to flutters, his mother noticed how her shy, quiet son turned back into the energetic and excitable kid that she had missed over the years of undiagnosed anxiety. Self-acceptance didn't come as difficultly as he thought it might; Selim supposed that it helped to have Fatih's support and mutual feelings to lean on when self-confidence waned or hesitance to tell his parents tried to create fights between them. It was a healthy relationship despite age and inexperience. However, as most teenagers, they were not being as discreet as they thought they were.

A neighbour had seen them in the courtyard. Holding hands; Hurling snowballs at one another; Laying close in the snow. She had told them, Selim's parents, and if Selim were to pinpoint the moment that his entire life fell apart, taking the carefully planned out life with it, it was then; the moment as he entered their family apartment to his mother's hesitance and his father's crossed arms.

He was kicked out, just like that, with a backpack of his things tossed at him, at the age of 16. He slept on the streets, in shelters, and faded from existence in the circles he once was in until he emancipated himself entirely from his parents. Working full-time and going to school was, as difficult as it felt at the time, an important moment. He no longer felt sick or crooked, he finally felt like himself.

He built a life for himself, graduated, went to university where he studied linguistics and eventually moved to Turkey as an English teacher for a couple of years before taking a position in Texas. He started to believe that the original plan that was set before him could still be attained. It never came. After education and a career, no matter how hard he tried to find someone to share life with, marriage started to feel like a mountain he wasn't willing to climb anymore.

That's when it came into his life, a different kind of love; unexpected, joyous, unconditional, one he believed for so long was completely out of reach. Ayla was born in the middle of the summer and adopted only a couple of months later. A friend of his hadn't wished for a child and understood that his heart yearned for it. So the plan changed, again. Education; Career; Children; Marriage? Something about being responsible for a life pushed his desire for it away. And it seemed, at least to Selim, that when he stopped looking for it, that's when it was found.

Wesley Kennedy came into his life at a time where he had not a logical thought in his mind. Ayla had a heart condition, he was a new parent, and the physician helped him through it. However, no longer Ayla's doctor, and far into their relationship, Selim's paranoia got the better of him; had it been a trauma bond? Was their relationship falling apart because he was beginning to heal from almost losing his daughter? He broke their engagement and left out of fear but when Wesley seemingly disappeared, he grew worried. How strange then for them to end up in the same town after life happened to both of them.

Connections:

Wesley Kennedy - Ex-Fiance

Wanted Connections: Selim's sisters could be fun connections! I'd love to explore whether or not they've reconnected as adults after Selim was kicked out or if this is the first time they're meeting since! I'd love to have some of his adult language students and explore that kind of connection or perhaps for him to have a circle of supportive parent friends. Almost lovers, College/University friends, antagonist connections could also be fun! No big plot points to mention as of now!

Current Threads:

Harley & Selim

Aurora & Selim

Wesley & Selim

Tristan & Selim

Elliot & Selim