#I thought after finals I’d be free 🥲

[tremordusk]

I got my wife obsessed with Legion, I keep seeing Lenny on her dash

Am I surviving?

For nOW—

[l-starsz]

Degrading smut w dom billie

a/n: i hope this is good!! it took me a while to write and i’m so sorry about that🥲 i finally got around to it though so i hope it’s okay🫶

it started with us laying in bed. my head was resting on billies chest whilst she was scrolling through apps on her phone. her free hand was laying between my thighs, conveniently enough. and she thought it’d be the perfect day to tease me. to get me worked up.

we were both in pyjamas, so my short shorts didn’t help, if anything they just gave her more access. it’s not that i didn’t want her to touch me, i was just so worked up. we’d been laying there for a while, i’d gone through over an hour of her teasing, every so often dipping into my underwear to feel how wet i was before removing her fingers again. she was doing everything she could.

it eventually got to a point where i couldn’t handle it any longer, she’d snuck her fingers into my underwear again, and i let out a whine and bucked my hips up, trying to get her to stop teasing. i hid my face in her hoodie as she looked down at me.

“what is it angel?” she smirked.

“please billie.. stop teasing cmon.” i whined.

she tutted and shook her head, sitting us both up as she moved me away from her. i felt her push me back to lay where she previously was. she soon enough found her way to my neck, sucking and biting marks all over it as i whimpered. her hands were on my waist, slowly removing my baggy shirt and moving her hands to my tits.

her lips stayed glued to my neck as i bucked my hips up again, trying to gain some sort of friction, but she pulled away.

“so fucking desperate. can’t even wait for me to touch you, huh?”

“please bil..” i whispered, reaching out to her, but i felt her hands push mine back against the bed.

her hands and lower half of her body were pinning me against the bed, keeping me still as her lips met mine once again. the kiss felt like it lasted forever before she pulled away, causing me to whine. she carefully shushed me, moving her hands to rest against the waistband of my shorts. her fingers ran slightly underneath the waistband, but not far enough under to touch me yet. i sighed and groaned, but she took no notice. she just enjoyed teasing. her mouth moved towards my chest to suck more hickeys, mainly on my boobs though. once she reached them, her tongue swirled around one nipple, waiting to get some noises out of me before doing the same to the other nipple, all whilst her hands stayed in place.

after what felt like an eternity, i finally felt my shorts and underwear being slid down my legs at an agonizingly slow pace, but they soon enough joined my shirt, discarded on the floor. her hands ran up my thighs to rest on my stomach.

"you look so beautiful for me, such a desperate slut though. yeah?" she smirked, slowly moving her hands lower, as if she'd planned out every single movement she was going to make.

i let out a small whimper, my brain too full of her and her words to answer. my mind was foggy and i was barely even registering what she was saying to me.

"answer me."

"yes! fuck- yes bil." i moaned as her fingers gently ran through my folds, reaching my clit before moving back again.

out of nowhere, she finally pushed two of her fingers inside me, immediately moving them as quick as she could. the loudest moans left my mouth, echoing through our bedroom as my back arched. i reached out towards her, pulling her to lay on top of me. i heard her let out a quiet, breathy moan into my ear, causing more frequent moans from me. it didn't take long before i was tightening around her fingers, so close to letting go. so close to that feeling that was so overwhelming yet so perfect at the same time. that was until i felt her sit up, and pull her fingers out.

a sob left my mouth next, and i cried out as billie looked into my glassy eyes. i noticed her pout at my sad face, bringing a hand to my cheek and running her thumb along it, slowly moving towards my plump lips.

"please bil. please touch me!! please make me cum." i begged and pleaded for her.

her thumb then ran across my bottom lip, carefully pushing inside my mouth for me to suck on, keeping me quiet.

"so fucking needy and desperate for me, hm? can't even be patient for a little bit."

"pleaseee!!" i sobbed, the lingering feeling of being on the brink of release slowly fading as we continued talking. as i continued begging.

"maybe i should make you wait a bit longer? i should tease you for a little longer?" she suggested with a smirk.

"no!! no billie." my voice wobbled as i cried out for her. i was desperate for her attention. for her touch.

her hands cupped my cheeks, moving closer to my face and placing gentle kisses on my pouty, swollen lips. tears slowly ran down my cheeks as her thumbs made quick work of wiping them away.

"my poor baby." she whispered against my lips, before shuffling down the bed until her face was in front of my pussy.

i could feel her warm breath against me. i was so wet and needy for her and honestly i didn't think it'd take long to make me cum at this rate. it was all i needed. her fingers began to explore my folds once again, just like they had before. she spread my wetness around, brushing against my clit every so often and coaxing small moans out of me. her free hand was resting lightly against my hip, making sure i didn't try to lift them from the bed.

after even more teasing, her tongue finally settled against my clit, and her fingers pushed back inside me. i whined as the feeling very quickly built up again, i was so sensitive from how much she'd teased me. i was soaked too, my juices had practically drenched the sheets beneath me. she quickly found a steady pace to get me more worked up.

gradually, she sped up, bringing me right to the edge as i almost screamed.

"i'm so cl- can i cum!? please baby!! n-need to cum right now!!" i whined.

"my precious baby's so dumb for me, huh? can barely form proper sentence.. i think you can hold it a bit longer." she grinned, moving her fingers quicker, and her tongue returned back to its original spot against my clit once she'd finished speaking.

tears clouded my vision once again as the feeling almost became too much. i needed to cum for her. once she noticed me squirming, unable to stay still, i think she was finally satisfied.

"cum for me. now."

i let out my loudest moan yet, reaching out for her with once hand, whilst my other one fisted the sheets. her free hand gently grabbed mine. i was squeezing her hand so hard without even realising, the orgasm practically taking over me.

as i came down from my high, her movements slowed, and then stopped. fuck.

[iikisa]

part 1

so. this is part one of a red dragon!krs fic ive been building up… this first chapter doesnt really have much much interesting scenes as of right now, and I’d love love love the input from everyone on how to continue, ideas for characters, and if theres anything i should consider changing!! that doesnt mean that i’ll be changing everything according to commenters, but i’d value all opinions to help build this plot 🥲

I’ve already finished around 3 similar length chapters and recently got stuck, so think of these posts as drafts and final revisions will probably go officially on AO3. thanks everyone 🤪

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Oh, Pitiful Dragon (1)

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Ever since his birth, the child longed for death. If it could take away his pain and grant his freedom, he’d trade anything he had so scarce of already. And on a particularly horrible day— the day that terrible man decided he would rip out his heart and use it for evil— the little child met a god.

The God of Death.

He thought it was ironic, seeing how soon his own demise was due soon. But this God didn’t come to reap his death, rather it came to propose a deal.

And the red dragon would accept any deal to be free of this pitiful life.

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Kim Roksoo awoke suddenly from his slumber. His vision was black and only began to adjust to his blurred version after continuous blinking. Why was it so dark? And how had he fallen asleep? He was just finishing Volume 5 of The Birth of a Hero series and now— wait, are those chains?!

His eyes blew open and his vision was finally adjusted to the pitch darkness that surrounded him. He tried to stand but winced when pain spiked all across his body. Only then did he realize just how badly injured he was. Why was he so weak? Had someone kidnapped and beat him to a pulp?! He was completely blinded by the inexplicable pain that he hadn’t realized something much more important. No— wait, pain is important! It’s definitely concerning! But… why was his whole body covered in crimson scales?

‘Oh geez, well isn’t this new.’

Shortly after he had that thought he passed out from exhaustion and shock.

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When Kim Roksoo woke again, he was practically being strangled. He quickly gasped for air and focused in on his current situation. He was being held up tightly by a metal collar on his (very, very sore) neck by some strange man in front of him. His hair was a long, spiky mess of blond and didn’t look very well-maintained. But his eyes… they were bloodshot red and had a crazed glint to them.

‘Crazy bastard…!’

Roksoo’s breathing was beginning to strain more and more, and suddenly he felt something prick beneath his scales painfully. He looked down and saw a clear tube running from his body all the way through an open passageway not so far from him. His blood began flowing through it.

‘Blood— They’re.. taking my blood?’

His thoughts were becoming even more incoherent by the second but after securing the clear tube into the little red dragon, the crazed man dropped him to the floor.

“You’re blood is so pure and vibrant, it’s so beautiful.. just like the color of your scales! It will definitely aid our liege and his cause. Haha!”

All Roksoo could think of was how crazy this lunatic was. He was still heavily panting, because honestly when was he not at this point, but thankfully he hadn’t passed out again. Instead, he glared with all his being towards the crazy bastard standing above him. Unfortunately, it only seemed to excite the lunatic even more.

“Maybe I really should visit you more. That look in your eyes gives me chills!”

Mumbling to himself, the psycho soon left the room through the very passage his blood was being drawn towards, and Roksoo was left alone; unprotected and cold. He hated feeling this way. These people didn’t seem to want him alive for so long, considering his “luxury” treatment. He was going to miserably die at their hands sooner or later. And he was too weak to do anything about it.

His eyes suddenly flashed with memories— no, records— of his fight with the second unranked monster to plague Korea. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo… he had let them die. It was his fault and he knew it. It was something he’d regret for the rest of his life. But… they had told him to keep living. To keep living for them. He couldn’t die. It didn’t matter how he got into this situation. He’d rather crawl in shit than die this pathetically. He’d survive his new predicament— this new life that’s been granted to him. He’d survive.

He’d definitely survive to smack these bastards in the back one day.

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Roksoo had spent weeks in that dark hell. His blood continued to flow from his body to somewhere unknown, he was paid violent visits by that lunatic, and he got weaker and weaker because of it. But his will didn’t waver for a second. Whenever someone came in to check on him, he’d mark it in his mind every time. Soon enough, he learned their patterns and found openings. He finally had a plan to escape this hell, no matter how many holes there were.. it was a chance.

With his limited information, there was only so far he could get, but somewhere deep inside him, he knew he’d manage. So, he followed his instincts. The minute his opening came, he used all the strength he had gathered and focused.

‘Concentrate. Concentrate on that feeling you’ve been accumulating, Roksoo!’

Suddenly, Roksoo felt as if he’d achieved some sort of enlightenment like the ones described in murim stories. He felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout his body and a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins exponentially. This power… He didn’t know where it had suddenly manifested from, but he was sure now. He could get out of here using it. His mind and body began working beyond their limits, and eventually everything around him felt like it was moving at a snails pace.

‘Instant..?’

His second ability from his past life, Instant. Time would seize and he could move freely for a short while. With a heavy cost on his body of course.

‘But this… it’s similar to instant, but it’s not completely it. I think— No, I can definitely handle this much better than what I’ve been able to before in Korea.’

His new body must’ve integrated Instant into another power. And this new power was about to help him escape. A small smirk graced his torn and bloodied face. Perfect.

Shackles that were tying his limbs down shattered beneath the little dragon’s feet in the blink of an eye, and in a literal instant he was darting across the passage with his slashed and scarred limbs.

‘Keep going. I have to keep going and get out of here!’

He was sprinting through the corridors, and if anybody had looked his way all they would’ve seen was a long, red blur. A bright light was beginning to seep in between the cracks in the ceiling of the dark man-made cave he was confined in.

‘Screw the consequences, we’re blasting through!’

With incredible speed, Roksoo was right beneath the seeping cracks of light and expanded his unused wings for the first time. His wingspan barely fit within the wide corridor as he spread them out and up, blasting off from his spot on the ground and flying like a rocket towards the ceiling. He was making it out.

Just as he impacted and the dust and debris had shot up everywhere, he spotted a few individuals standing far off in the sunlight. The most notable was a red haired main of fairly tall stature completely frozen in place by Roksoo’s sudden escapade. He wore a strange white mask over his upper face, his eyes a bright red with hints of brown. The person looked far to similar to Roksoo. His prominent crimson red and his own piercing reddish-brown eyes. They would’ve looked entirely the same if it weren’t for Roksoo’s current form.

He only locked eyes with the man for a split second, and continued shooting up into the sky. He began to hear shouts and alarms blaring within his vicinity. He had been encaged in a mountain with a large encampment stealthily surrounding it. He’d remember this exact spot.

Massive fireballs and arrows began piercing the sky in an attempt to bring Roksoo down, but he clumsily maneuvered around each and just barely grazed a few on his crimson scales. Suddenly, a blinding white spear had crossed his vision. And before he knew it, another had pierced right through his wing, tearing it open a considerable amount. Roksoo stifled the cry of pain that threatened escaping his lips, and instead gritted his teeth and continued to fly towards any kind of safety. Anything other than here will be safe, he just needs to lose these bastards first. The adrenaline rush he had originally received numbed all the pain in his body, but he knew that wouldn’t last with his current levels. He had to make use of every last bit of this power that he had in him.

He flew over an ocean and kept flying as far away as he could. Eventually he reached the mainland. The forest underneath him was dark and vast, a perfect hiding spot. He glides over the tree-line and with his remaining strength he just barely managed a suitable landing right by a flowing river. His landing was a little on the rough side and he was still so sore, but… he had finally made it out. He was successful. Now, he could truly live a slacker life! Wait— he still needs to get back at the bastards who had tortured him in the first place. Ah.. he also needs to secure enough funds for his slacker life as well.

Sigh.

Roksoo had much to do before he got to live a peaceful life.

‘But first, let’s just lay here a little while longer…’

Roksoo succumbed to his exhaustion and pain, entering a deep slumber.

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THANKS FOR READING to the end !! please let me know ur input, things i could change, add, etc, i lack a lot in this field and value ur feedback ! 😋

[kulay-ng-banaag]

HWS SEA but make it HetaDND

Enjoy these rough sketches because I will literally not come back to them until December. 🥲

(From Back —> Front, L —> R)

VN: Bumped into a couple of Quora answers that discussed archery practice, which got me thinking about Viet as a mounted archer, and I immediately thought of the elephants that the Trung sisters & Ba Trieu rode on. So Ranger: Beastmaster — also what if the elephant was from Thai? 🫣💘 Easily a tank through her mount, but can fight well as a DPS (think OW D.Va). ID: The thing is he has the fighting style of a Warlock(: Genie?) but the character of a Paladin(: Oath of the Ancients). He’s giving CR Fjord. 😭💞 For sure, TANK. TH: He’s just a Monk. Debated on his subclass for a long time because he’s a war freak charge-into-the-frontline kind of fighter. Way of Mercy is ironic but I love the imagery of the Merciful Masks (except he gets the khon styles). Way of Shadow — it’s on one possible etymology of Siam (Sanskrit, “dark”). Easily a DPS type. MY: Druid: Circle of the Moon for the Wild Shape into a Tiger, and as of typing this I just realized the moon motif. Mostly support, but upset him just enough and he’ll easily switch gears. PH: Bard: College of Swords for the two-weapon fighting style aka arnis/kali/eskrima. Personally, he’s more DPS than support, though as a latter Dirge Singer & Siday fit the bill. SG: See, the first thing that came to mind was the RO Alchemist class for the Homonculus feature — hence, his companion Fishball. Obviously there’s Artificer: Alchemist for that, but also it would be cool if Fishball is just a “chibi” form of his patron of a water dragon— Warlock: Fathomless. Not to mention Singa would have both high INT and CHA — alas, he’s a Support guy.

(more notes under the cut)

I jokingly called this AU as Dungeons & Drawing Circles, but truth be told I’m not restricting it to being after DND, let alone 5e. Now I’m just throwing hands and calling it a fantasy RPG AU, although out of familiarity, I do refer to DND 5e often. The classes I highlighted above are just there for where I got the inspiration.

I’ve had the occasional “oooh I think [character] would be a [class/es]” hc over the years, but I ended up expanding on the AU as a means of coping with the early months of ECQ. Now there’s so many plot bunnies that I’d summarize as: your og main 8 unwittingly team up for a quest and, over time, they hit a point where they realize that they cannot fight the BBEG alone (or at least just the 8 of them), so they travel around the world recruiting allies a la Suikoden 108 Stars of Destiny.

It’s even got a literal history timeline where preceding events (and characters!!!) are involved with the BBEG and ultimately why the main 8 came together. Think playing a later game in a series where you not only get to meet the playable characters from earlier games, but you get to recruit them.

And I just wanted to draw cool fantasy looks, haha! Nevertheless, nothing is final — especially when I've clearly taken inspiration from some indigenous groups. It's why I shelved this for so long because I need to do more research and it's just not something I have a lot of free time for.

[virgo-mess]

Silver Thread Chapter 6 part 3

I'm sorry this took me so long to write. I'm launching right into Part 4 as I post this, so I'll hopefully have the next part up in the next two days. And we'll finally get to her surprise in that part. I'm not fully satisfied with this part and could end up editing bits for my sanity, but it shouldn't change anything plot wise. I didn't want to leave you waiting any longer 🥲.

TW: Mentions of Neglectful Parents, Consensual public fondling, heated kissing, some fluff, some humor, Veda and Terry just being adorable, mentions of spunky redheads and teen girls that circle in on Terry like a pack of wolves

Veda’s Pov

Veda wasn’t sure how she didn’t notice that what she was feeling for Terry was love but something in the way he said those three words to her put everything into perspective. Everything clicked into place, and it was like her whole world made sense again. She now knew why she wanted to spend all her free time with him, why she missed him so much when he was away from her for more than hour, why he occupied all her thoughts and dreams, and why she desperately wanted to know all his thoughts and dreams. It’s why she feels so warm, so safe, so happy, so content whenever Terry is with her. It’s also why she feels so much empathy towards him and why his mildly predatory kinks don’t bother or scare her anymore. She supposed the reason she hadn’t noticed she was truly in love with Terry was because she hadn’t felt anything like it before. Up until now she had been under the impression that Dutch was her first love, but it became apparent to her that he was merely her first boyfriend and what she felt for him was fake love. She couldn’t recall ever actually enjoying being with Dutch because everything with him came with a price, a condition, a hurt. If she dared to cry in front of him about “joke” he made at her expense, he’d yell at her telling her she was too sensitive and couldn’t take a joke. He made her feel like everything was her fault constantly, if he hit her it was he fault for making him mad and when he cheated it was her fault for being a prude. Whereas Terry just gave her everything he possibly could without expecting her to be anymore than she already was. He didn’t try to change her and had her feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world and he treated her as such.

Veda and Terry strolled through the Natural History Museum clinging to each other as Terry opened up to her about his family and his experiences in the war. Veda listened intently feeling nothing but endless waves of warmth, empathy, and love as he told her about his troubled relationship with his father. As they stood in front of one of the displays in the dimly lit African and North America Diorama hall, a warm amber glow dancing on the side of his face as he spoke to her quietly. Veda couldn’t help but see him as an unsung romantic hero as she began to understand some of the more callous tendencies he had in the beginning stages of their relationship. The warm amber lighting made her feel like they were caught up in a movie.

“My dad and I have just never really gotten along; I don’t even think he really likes me he just likes having someone to control. I only enlisted during Vietnam to get away from him for a while, he wanted me to take over Dynatox because I didn’t think that’s what I wanted to do. I thought it might make him respect me a little more since I was pretty scrawny back then. All it did was make him resent, he still forced me to take over the company, and then the war just made living really hard for me after that, you know. I saw some unspeakable things,  I did some unthinkable things to survive and sometimes I relive it. It’s not so bad now that you’re around though, you keep me calm and make me very happy baby girl. Don’t know what I’d do without you, you’re the most important person in my life and I love you so much” he said with a genuine smile, Veda blushed feeling her heart flutter at his words leaning up to pull him into a brief tender kiss.

“I’m really sorry your dad is so hard on you all children deserve to feel loved by their parents, the state of your relationship isn’t your fault, Terry. I will be more than happy to chew him out on your behalf no questions asked just give me a time and place and I’ll set him straight the Jersey way.” Veda said kittenishly with an impish grin. Terry bit down on his lip looking at her with lust swirling in his eyes pulling her closer to his chest. Veda felt her cheeks flush at the action her mind reeling back to that day in his office weeks ago; part of her really wanted to feel him grip her that possessively again. The lighting really was doing wonders for them right now, all they needed was a delicate piano score swelling around them.

“You don’t know how much I’d love to see that baby girl” he murmured huskily leaning down to place opened mouth kisses on her neck. Veda let out a breathy giggle feeling a wave of arousal wash over her, she glanced around to see if anyone was watching them happy to see they were the only ones in the large hall at the moment. Veda nudged Terry slightly waiting for him to remove his face from her neck, Terry instantaneously pulled back probably assuming she wanted him to stop. He gave her a soft smile as Veda gazed up at him sheepishly before leaning in to whisper in his ear even though no one was around. Feeling incredibly shy because she’d never asked someone to touch her in this way before. Terry sensed her nerves and ran his hands in soothing circles on her back.

“What is it baby, you know you can ask or tell me anything” he said reassuringly, placing a tender kiss on her temple. Veda found her body relaxing but still stuttered getting the words out.

“Can you um, do what you did in your office, you know when you carried me in there. I uh, actually liked that…” she trailed timidly, turning her head to look up at him as she placed her cheek on his chest. Terry’s eyes softened as he looked down at her reaching to stroke her hair.

“You don’t have to be shy sweetheart” he said leaning down to give her a sweet kiss on the lips, Veda let out a content sigh feeling instantly comforted at the action as he pulled away to look at her. “Which part did you like, the pat or the squeeze” he cooed, Veda bit her lip slightly.

“Both” she said coyly watching as Terry’s lust filled eyes lit up, pulling her in for a more passionate kiss as he trailed one of his large hands to her ass to do exactly what she requested, alternating between firm pats and squeezes. Veda let out a soft sultry moan against his mouth feeling her clit throb as he hardened against her stomach, Terry let out one of his pleased rumbles before parting for air never letting up on his firm grip. Glancing over her shoulder for a moment.

“I’m really glad you like this baby girl because your butt has been driving me crazy” he crooned, placing kisses down her neck and shoulder, Veda giggled nuzzling her face against his shoulder before pulling back to look at him with rosy cheeks. Suddenly remembering that they strayed far away from their initial conversation, she reached up to cup his face stroking his cheeks with her thumbs as she looked deeply in his eyes. Terry’s eyes softened again as he placed his forehead against hers.

 “I’m sorry you felt like you had to enlist to prove yourself to him, I know that must have been really hard for you, people didn’t treat the soldiers coming home with the amount of grace or compassion they deserved. I know was just a kid when it ended but I remember seeing how the ones returning home to Jersey being spit on and being called baby killers. I can only imagine how that felt for you but I’m glad that you’re as happy being with me as I am with you, I love you too Romeo” Veda said with a tender smile, Terry beamed back at her before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. Veda giggled scrunching her nose up intentionally because she knew he adored it.

“You’re so sweet, my angel. Maybe we should head over to the science center, people are starting to pile in here. You know USC isn’t far from here we could go take a peek at the campus if you want” Terry coaxed with an alluring smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes, Veda narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

“Are you hoping that taking me to see the campus will entice me into accepting your outrageous offer, Mr. Silver” Veda said playfully rolling her eyes at him, Terry put his hand over his heart in mock offense and looked down at her with big innocent puppy eyes.

“Now why would I ever do that baby girl, I just thought you’d like to admire the Romanesque Revival style buildings, they’re beautiful. Not that CalTech isn’t prettyish” he said with another alluring smile. Veda shook her head at him playfully before grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers.

“I’d rather see the space shuttle and then get some food in my belly. I’m hungry” she said quickly changing the subject, hoping Terry wouldn’t press her further on the matter. Terry had already spent so much money on her in the last couple of months and she still felt a bit guilty for accepting any of them. Veda still felt like she wasn’t worthy of his grand romantic gestures to some degree they just reminded her they weren’t on the same level. She still had that lingering fear Terry would come to his senses and drop her once they took their relationship to the next level; him assuring her he loved her unconditionally gave her a bit more confidence in the nature of their relationship.

Veda pulled Terry out of the museum with her, gripping his hand a bit tighter at the thought of their relationship ending. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to pick herself back up if it ever did end. She felt Terry start drawing soothing circles on the back of her hand on their short walk over to the Science Center.

“Are you okay baby girl?” he asked, placing a kiss on her cheek. Veda looked up and gave him a soft reassuring smile as she nodded her head, she felt this conversation was better suited for another day they’ve had so many heavy conversations today. Deciding just to give him the short version for now and leave the heavy stuff for later.

“I’m okay, I just need some more time to think about USC Terry. I’ll let you know how I feel closer to the end of fall term, last day of classes is December 1st. Then I can make sure I end the winter and spring terms on a high note” she said with a coy smile, Terry beamed at her pulling her in for a passionate kiss that left her feeling dizzy. Terry pulled away and took a moment to pepper her face with adoring kisses. Veda giggled at his at his adorable display.

“I didn’t mean to sound pushy baby girl I just want to take care of you. Seeing you happy makes me happy so lets head on in and see that shuttle so we can get some food in your stomach” he said placing another kiss on her forehead before tugging her into the museum.

After leaving the Science Center they shared a quick intimate brunch cuddled up in a booth being as lovey-dovey with each other as ever. Veda sat on Terry’s lap as usual and he insisted on feeding her again but wouldn’t let her return the gesture, reminding her that today was all about her being treated like a princess. By the time they were headed back to the car Veda was quite full and slightly drowsy, leaning into Terry slightly as they left the restaurant.

“Do you wish to be carried, birthday girl” he cooed in her ear, Veda giggled rolling her eyes at him, the car wasn’t even that far away. Although she loved him doting on her so much today.

“No the car isn’t that far, where are heading next Romeo, my surprise perhaps” she trailed battering her eyelashes at him, Terry chuckled catching on to her trying to get information out of him again. Terry opened the car door for her like usual, shutting the door gently before hopping in the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“No, your surprise isn’t until tonight Veda and I’m not telling you what it is because then it wouldn’t be a surprise would it. We’re heading up to Beverly Hills now to check out the Virginia Robertson Gardens, LA County Museum of art, and the La Brea Tar Pits before checking into the hotel. Unless you want to go to the hotel first and rest for a bit baby girl, you do look tired” Terry said giving her a warm smile as he placed a hand on her thigh, Veda gave him a warm smile in return.

“I appreciate you being so attentive and thoughtful my love, but I should be alright. What hotel are we staying at?” she asked, placing her hand on top of his and drawing circles on the back of it. She let her head rest back on the seat deciding she might just doze off for the twenty or so minutes it would take them to get there.

“The Beverly Wilshire, in the Wilshire Presidential suite sadly the Beverly Hills Hotel was all booked. I thought you’d look so pretty sat up in Marilyn Monroe’s bungalow in one of your cute little sets or nighties” he said pouting, Veda looked back at him with wide eyes in disbelief. “You’ll look just as pretty at the Wilshire of course baby girl” he crooned.

“Are you crazy Terry, those are the most expensive hotels in Beverly Hills I would’ve been just as happy sleeping in the car, you know” she said with an exasperated sigh and a yawn. Terry chuckled rolling his eyes at her.

“I thought we established that I am crazy Veda, crazy for you my sweet girl, so I will continue spoiling you regardless of what you say. You are never ever sleeping in a car, do you not watch the news the Night Stalker is still at large, we really need to talk about moving you to a safer area. I get so worried when I leave you there alone” he said looking at her with genuine concern swirling in his eyes, Veda tightened her grip on his hand in reassurance as she looked at him lovingly.

“I was just joking about sleeping in the car, Terry and you don’t have to leave me alone. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to stay in my shack, you should be happy I chose to get an apartment anyway otherwise we would be cuddled up in a dorm room with little to no privacy ” she said teasingly the lack of privacy was really the only thing she was trying to avoid. Babysitting Daniel for most of her life left her with very little alone time, those first couple of years their dad was gone Daniel clung to whoever he could. He never really did grow out of it he simply substituted Veda and their mom with Mr. Miyagi. Veda was really happy Daniel finally found someone to look up to but she missed the close relationship they used to have before they moved to LA. They hadn’t spoken much after everything that went down between him and Cobra Kai because Daniel was very vocal about his disapproval about her dating Dutch. Veda knew it was coming more from of place of concern, Daniel became very protective over her and their mom after their dad’s death. But often times his concerned lectures bordered on humiliation sometimes she felt like he underestimated her intelligence. He didn’t seem to understand that anyone can fall victim to a toxic relationship. Veda was pulled out of her inner thoughts by Terry letting out a soft chuckle, glancing over at her with an amused glint in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t call it a shack it’s really quite cozy I wouldn’t mind staying there if you wanted me to, but you know, you’re always welcome to stay at my place, you still haven’t come to see it” he trailed with another one of his alluring smiles, Veda giggled rolling her eyes, she hadn’t been over there yet he was rather tight lipped about what his house looked like and just insisted she had to see it. Veda often wondered what kind of house Terry would chose to live in, he very clearly liked having extravagant things.

“Do you live in a castle; you strike me as a man who lives in a castle. How big is it, I probably should’ve told you I won’t date anyone with less than 3,000 square feet to their name” Veda quipped with a teasing smile, Terry chuckled again giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Well it’s a good thing my house is 6,000 square then, it’s also not castle, we can take a peek at it when we head up to Griffith Observatory and make a stop at Shakespeare Bridge tomorrow if you want” he shrugged nonchalantly with a slight smirk on his lips. Veda’s jaw just about dropped open at hearing the square footage of his house quickly assessing that the house he was talking about was in fact the Ennis House. She hadn’t got a chance to stray up towards Los Feliz or Hollywood since they moved but she had mentioned Shakespeare Bridge in one of their fleeting conversations. Terry really did remember everything she said no matter how insignificant she thought it was.

“I get to see Shakespeare Bridge and the Ennis House” Veda gasped excitedly; Terry gave her a bashful sort of smile as he turned off the expressway.

After spending a few hours between the beautiful Virgina Robertson Gardens, the Los Angeles County Museum, and the La Brea Tar Pits and Museum they decided to check in to the hotel. Moreso Terry decided to check into the hotel after Veda took a tumble down an incline when they were walking near the tar pits, scrapping her knees and forearms, after her wedge got caught on something. It hurt for a minute but she was okay though you wouldn’t know it by the way Terry panicked and flew to her aid, insisting on carrying her back up to the museum to get patched up before heading to the hotel.

“I’m fine Terry, just a couple cuts, I can definitely walk though. You don’t have to do this” Veda giggled as Terry wrapped an arm around her back and his other behind her knees. Terry shook his head placing an affectionate kiss on her cheek that made her heart flutter.

“Nope, the ground is too uneven for your shoes and you’re bleeding don’t want you in pain for your surprise later, so grab on baby girl” he said in a firm tone that left no room for discussion. Veda sighed rolling her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, Terry scooped her up with ease as he made his way back up the hill and out of the park, back into the museum lobby. Veda giggled under her breath finding his display sweet but quite dramatic though she didn’t really expect any less from him.

“I really appreciate you doting on me this way Romeo but don’t think you’re being a little dramatic” she said teasingly, giving him a peck on the cheek and nuzzling her face into his neck despite her feeble protests because she still liked the feeling of  being cuddled up against him. Terry chuckled softly to himself.

“See your mouth is saying no, baby girl, but you’re not acting like you really want me to put you down” he said amused, Veda looked up at him to stick her tongue out at him playfully.

“It’s not like you were going to put me down if I asked you to anyway Terry. So, I might as well enjoy the ride and the view from up here while you’re at it” she shrugged playfully leaning her head back against his shoulder. Terry let out another breathy chuckle under his breath as he walked further into the busy lobby. Veda chuckled at the little kids peering up at them with wide eyes.

“You know me so well, doll. We’re going to get you patched up then head up to the hotel so you can unwind, get the full princess spa treatment and then head over to the place where your surprise is” Terry said being intentionally vague knowing it would get her asking him questions again. Veda decided to entertain his idea to distract her for a bit.

“Why do I need to be all dolled up for the place we’re going, hmmmm, are you throwing me a surprise party Mr. Silver as long as the music isn’t mind numbingly loud and I’m free to be a wallflower for some of it I’ll accept it” she said with a bashful smile. Terry shrugged his shoulders at her playfully, they were interrupted by the receptionist before he could answer her.

“Oh, is she okay, do you guys need anything” she asked with a concerned look on her face as she came out from behind the desk, Terry nodded swiftly walking closer to the desk in a few short strides so the girl could see all Veda’s life altering “injuries”.

“Yeah, we need a first aid kit, she fell down the hill by the tar pit hurt herself pretty bad, see” Terry said holding her like she could fall to the floor and break into a million pieces with one wrong move, Veda let out a soft exasperated sigh as Terry sat her on one of the benches gingerly. The receptionist nodded disappearing back behind the desk quickly.

“No really, I’m okay Terry. I only skinned them, they don’t even hurt that much” Veda said with a reassuring smile, toying with the end of his ponytail softly. Terry gave her a kiss of the forehead, pulling away to grab the first aid kit from the receptionist who walked closer to Veda, grabbing her arms gently to fully survey the damage.

“No, Miss he’s right we don’t want you catching an infection, some of these are actually quite deep, I don’t think you’ll need stitches but you’re defiantly going to feel this tomorrow. You’re lucky to have such an adoring husband, you know” she said before walking back behind the desk. Veda felt her cheeks tint at the comment and Terry gave her a smug looking smile as he opened a few alcohol wipes.

“Have you noticed everyone always assumes  we’re married, this is going to sting a bit, my sweet girl, I’m sorry” he said sincerely as he pressed a wipe to each one of the gashes on her knees and forearms, Veda let out a soft hiss of pain at the feeling the cuts did hurt a bit more than she let on she just didn’t like Terry being worried about her that way. Remembering how his demeanor changed when he brought up the possibility of the Night Stalker ever getting to her. Veda thought the chances of the Night Stalker being the one to take her out were slim, if it was anyone it’d probably be Dutch. She hadn’t kept in touch with too many of her friends from Pasadena so the likelihood of him knowing she was seeing someone else were slim but never zero. She was anticipating an angry voicemail from him any day now but since it hadn’t happened yet she didn’t feel the need to tell Terry that this might be a possibility. She’d survived much worse than scraped knees before , but Terry seemed adamant about her never getting so much as a papercut while he was around.

“Well, we have been married for three years and together for five don’t you remember” Veda said jokingly watching Terry plaster more Band-Aids across her wounds then she really needed , an amused glint in her eyes as he blushed at her comment. Veda loved seeing him flush like that for her and she wished it would happen more often. Terry quickly went over to hand the receptionist the first aid kit back, Veda took his distraction as an opportunity to rise to her feet, scurrying quickly towards the doors before Terry had a chance to scope her up again.

“Veda Noelle, you stop right there” Terry chided as he took off after her, Veda giggled at him trying to sound like a scolding parent, weaving her way through a group of school middle school aged kids swiftly, some of whom were as tall as she was. Veda glanced back to see him trying not to step on little feet, noticing a group of preteen girls circling around him, finding it hard to move out of his way as they gazed up at him rosy cheeks and bashful smiles. Completely ignoring their teachers demands for them to move out of the way. Veda couldn’t help but laugh at the sight as Terry looked at her with pleading puppy eyes.

“Excuse me” Terry said politely, giving them all one of his dazzling smiles which only made the girls break out into a fit of nervous giggles and whispers. Veda chuckled finally deciding to come to his aid feeling fully amused because she honestly didn’t blame them at all for swooning over him like that.

“Come on, Romeo” Veda cooed, reaching out to grip his hand, the girls parted for her but let out soft disappointed groans as Veda laced her fingers with his. Veda tried her best to stifle her laughter until they made it out of the museum. Terry rolled his eyes as she broke out into a fit of laughter, taking the opportunity to scope her back into his arms and head towards the car.

“Why would you try to run away from me like that baby girl, sacrificing me to the pack of teeny boppers in there. I just wanted to hold you” he pouted jutting out his bottom lip at her as he walked down the stairs, Veda looked back him amused leaning up to place multiple kisses on his cheek.

“I’m sorry I was only messing with you honey, I didn’t know they’d circle in on you like a pack of hungry wolves. You really didn’t help yourself any by giving them that charming smile of yours though, Romeo, I didn’t know teenage girls were so frightening for you. You could’ve gone the other wayyyy” she giggled, gripping and pulling the car door handle so Terry could just set her on the car seat gently. Terry chuckled rolling his eyes, taking a second to buckle her seatbelt for her, pulling her in for a sweet kiss before hopping in the car.

“I tried to, but that spunky little redhead looked like she was going to pounce on me. I’d sleep with one eye open if I were you baby girl, she looked like she was plotting your downfall when we were leaving” Terry chuckled throwing the car in drive. Veda let out an exaggerated sigh before dramatically plopping her head on his thigh.

“Oh, woe is me! I can’t compete with a spunky redhead; I fear my Jersey girl mystique won’t be enough to spare me from such a dismal end, Romeo. So, I’m afraid you’ll just have to appease her spunky demands while I shack up with some troubled possessive cop who reminds me of you” Veda let out another dramatic sigh as she looked up at him in mock sadness. Terry looked down at her amused as he reached down to stroke her hair.

“That’s oddly specific, baby girl. How many troubled possessive cops do you know who look like me. You are so precious, my angel ” Terry chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot.

[thebawdybaldurian]

Kinktober Day 10: Pegging/Strap-on

Regrettably delayed. I worked early and then my phone died and was stuck on public transit the rest of the day and couldn’t write much of Anders getting plowed by Hawke with people looking over my shoulder. 🥲 This is just a little unedited tease of what is to cum.

Scene is posted in full now. Anders getting properly pegged!

Content and Warnings: oral sex, frotting (kinda), anal fingering, pegging, cum tasting.

Lene waited on the footstool in front of her bed, shifting excitedly at what was under her heavy dressing gown. She’d expected Anders sooner and wondered what was keeping him, expecting to hear the door to the hidden cellar open down the hallway. Instead she eventually heard Bodahn chatting with someone downstairs, who proved to be Anders. He finally appeared in her bedroom doorway, looking cleaner than usual and freshly shaved. “Why were you waiting up here?” He asked. “Didn’t you hear me downstairs?

“I expected you to…take the back door,” She tried to hide an immature grin.

“You said you had a surprise for me,” he looked her up and down. “I thought perhaps we were going out somewhere…but you aren’t dressed.”

“Oh? Did you want to go somewhere?” She asked, shifting nervously under her robes, wondering if he’d actually like this surprise. “We usually stay in…but…this can wait…if you want?”

“What can wait?” He asked, walking over and giving her a long kiss.

“Shut the door and I will show you…”

He turned around to close the door as she got up, pulling the robe off her shoulders and leaving it on the floor. When he turned back around to face her, his jaw nearly joined it. “Surprise!” Lene announced half-heartedly, worried that this was a mistake.

She waggled the fake cock attached to her harness a little, Anders’ eyes following it as it bounced around her hips. “Uhhhhh…” Anders’ face went bright red, his eyes transfixed on the strap-on.

“Shit! You don’t like it? I can just take it off and we can go to dinner and forget this ever happened,” she bent down to pick up her robe.

“No!” Anders strode over to her, his mouth still hung open. “I…” he glanced down at the cock that was nearly touching his thigh now. “I just never imagined I’d see the most beautiful woman alive…with a giant cock,” he smiled, nudging it with his finger. “It’s like a dream come true.”

“Is it too big? Isabela said it was fine, but you know her…”

“You’ll…have to be a little gentle at first,” he replied, pressing the fake cock against him as he grabbed her ass to bring her closer. “It’s been a while for me after all…”

“As gentle as you need,” she kissed him slowly, feeling him growing stiff against her eternal hard-on.

They had discussed his enjoyment of anal stimulation before and had experimented with using fingers in the past, but this would be the first time they’d be implementing anything larger. “You look very sexy in this,” he grinned, taking a step back so she could start undressing him.

She had been completely nude under her robe and he began kissing down her neck as she undid his pants. The harness hugged her curves, accentuating her hips, the leather perfectly shaped to her body. “Thank you,” she purred, managing to get his cock free from his pants. “The leather is from Antiva. It’s supposed to be the closest thing…to the real thing.”

“Have you ever…used one before?” He asked, kissing down to one of her breasts and put it in his mouth as she began playing with his growing cock.

“Sort of,” she let out a low moan as his lips sucked hungrily on her nipple. “It was a makeshift thing…very last minute…and…with a woman.”

“I see…” he grinned, taking her other breast in his mouth. “Were you the giver…or receiver?”

“Both,” she let out a little gasp as his teeth pinched gently around her nipple. “We took turns.”

“Hmmmm,” he continued kissing down her stomach, the cock trapped against his chest before he let it spring back up. “It’s very…bouncy…”

“Will you ride it for a little bit?” She asked as he teased it around his mouth, testing the softness. “Before I give you a proper pounding?”

“Would that turn you on? Watching me fuck your cock?”

He could see how turned on she already was, her thighs sticking together. He gently parted them, licking up her arousal as the dildo nudged his forehead. “Mmmhmmm,” she whimpered as his tongue teased the exposed lips the leather didn’t cover.

“Let’s get me warmed up then,” he smiled, rising back to his feet and rubbing his now stiff erection against the dildo.

They finished undressing him and moved to the bed, getting the bottle of oil out from the bedside table. They kissed on their sides, their legs entangled as they rubbed cocks and Lene reached back to start fingering his asshole. They slid against one another, slicked with oil and pre-cum as they kissed hungrily. Anders finally rolled her onto her back, looking down at her with excited breath. “I’ve never…done this with a woman before,” he smiled, carefully straddling her hips. “These are going to be a distraction,” he reached up to cup her large breasts in his hands. He leaned down to kiss them again, sucking and pulling them with his teeth.

“I can take you from behind…if you prefer,” she replied shyly, not sure how he’d done it on the past.

“I want to look at you,” he smiled, moving up to kiss her lips. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

He sat back up, lifting his hips as his cock twitched with anticipation. He teased the dildo around his hole with a quiet sigh, relaxing himself before lowering his hips onto it. “Mmmmm…fuck,” he let out a quiet grunt, slipping the dildo past his tight entrance. “It does feel real.”

“Yeah?” She reached down for his hips, watching his cock leak more pre-cum onto her stomach.

He nodded, biting his lip and taking more of it in as his eyes rolled back. He sunk completely down on it, letting out a little shiver as he gripped her hands tightly. He began to ride the dildo slowly, his breath escaping in quick bursts as he reacquainted himself with the feeling. “You feel…amazing,” he grinned down at her, squeezing her hands a little tighter.

“You look…happy,” she beamed, rarely seeing his smile so wide.

“I am happy, Lene,” he reached down to pull her up to a sitting position. “You make me very happy…I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, taking his hot breaths into her mouth. “I would do anything to make you happy.”

“Then give me a proper pounding,” he grinned, bouncing on the dildo a little faster.

She held him close, enjoying the feeling of him cradled in her lap for a bit, until her hips needed to move more. He climbed out of her lap, his cock pulsing and slick with pre-cum as he laid down on the bed. She moved between his legs, running her hands up his thighs as he quivered with excitement. She leaned down to tease his cock in her mouth, suckling on his tip as he let out a low moan. “Please Lene,” he begged, her mouth swallowing him for a moment. “I need you to fuck me.”

She sat up and licked her lips, pulling his hips a little closer. “Just tell me if I am doing anything wrong,” she purred, teasing the dildo against his puckering knot.

“Mmmmhmmmm,” he nodded, his knees quivering from need.

She eased the dildo in slowly again, watching his mouth fall open as she pushed it all the way in. She began thrusting her hips slowly, adding a slow circle as she reached the hilt of the dildo. The back of the harness pressed against her clit and she continued rolling her hips, making him whimper softly. She gripped his thigh with one hand and began stroking his cock with the other, moving her hips to the same rhythm. “Lene…oh Maker…harder please…” he begged, pressing his thighs tightly around her. She began to thrust a little more aggressively, taking ahold of his hips and letting his cock bounce with each thrust. “Yeah…just like that,” he moaned, opening his eyes and watching her tits begin to jiggle slightly. “More.”

She thrust harder and faster, her breath beginning to quicken with his. Each impact against his hips rubbed against her clit and she began to properly pound him, the loud slapping of their body parts briefly overtaking their moans. “Oh…fuck…Anders,” Lene moaned, the notes growing sharper as her arousal increased. He lifted up his knees, letting her take him in the Shield-maiden position, pounding him harder and deeper. She held tightly to his ankles, watching his face twist with pleasure as he neared climax. He cradled her tits in his hands, letting them bounce with each hard thrust.

“Please…don’t stop…Lene…I’m gonna…ahhhhh,” he grunted loudly, his entire body shaking as he erupted from a deep prostate orgasm. He came across his stomach, each spurt accompanied by a long moan. “Fuck…ohhhhh…Lene…fuck!” He panted, his arms and legs falling slack as he breathed out a long, happy sigh.

“Was that a proper pounding?” She huffed, her hips slowly circling the dildo inside him as a few more dribbles of cum leaked out.

“Expertly,” he smiled, his expression complete bliss. He pulled her down for a kiss, feeling the dildo slip out with a wet plop. “Maker, that was amazing.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much cum,” she grinned, glancing down at the mess on his stomach. She kissed a trail down his chest, licking and sucking up the cum with her hungry lips. He pushed her hair out of her face, letting her do it because he knew she liked it. “My turn,” he purred when she finally finished, her lips red and wet. “Take that thing off and get on my face.”

She sat up a smile, showing off her other red, wet lips that had nearly swallowed the leather that rode between them. She slowly unbuckled the harness, watching him lick his lips with hunger and set it aside. She climbed up his body, carefully seated herself on his shoulders as he pulled her cunt down to taste. “You’re so wet,” his mouth vibrated against her, teasing his tongue along her swollen lips. “You liked it as much as I did?”

“I did,” she hissed, arching her back as he reached his fingers up to join his tongue. “Would you like to…ahhhh do it again?”

“I might ask for it every night,” he growled, circling his nose around her clit. “If it means I get a feast like this every time…”

She let out a quiet laugh, taking a gentle handful of his hair as she began to move against his tongue. She was already so turned on, it only took a few gentle sucks on her clit to have her finished, but he kept her hips firmly planted on his face. He continued licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking on her for two more rounds, until she was properly spent and hanging onto the headboard to steady herself. She slid herself down his body and nestled against him, nuzzling his neck. They dozed contently beside one another, briefly forgetting about the woes of their lives.

[youremyheaven]

I need to rant so bear with me, loves .. 😭

As a Jyeshtha Nakshatra native, never again will I ever associate myself with my Rohini Sun + Ascendant grandmother. She’s my boss—well, apparently, not for long—, and I’ve endured a lot under her eye this past year while she played nice in front of others (sweet old lady mask, eek). She’s the definition of an unhealthy Lunar woman. She projects herself onto me a lot and I’m made to listen to every negative complaint she has to say about people, and it’s only have gotten worse. I have called her out multiple times but she never listens. She chooses to victimize herself instead. She acts entitled; she believes things should always be her way, and when those things never go her way, she bitches nonstop. She drove out my friend last year, who is an incredible worker that knew her shit, unlike my boss grandma. Tbh I should’ve taken that as a sign to ditch my job for something else… I’m such a fool. 🤡 Ever since the new year began for sure, I’ve prayed that my grandma would one day up and leave, and it seems like my prayers may be coming true. I think I’ve learned my lesson: Do not work under family. Just don’t.

Oh, btw, my grandma is friends with the HR person, which is why I decided to hope that karma will come after her itself. I can tell many people are slowly realizing who she really is deep down. The facade is fadinggg yall. Once she’s gone, I can finally breathe. In the meantime, please pray for me.

Free me from her clutches, PLEASE ! 😭🙏

P.S. I know the story of Jyeshtha and Rohini. Although I am not jealous of my grandma (her life is a mess, and I’d rather it remained her mess without interfering with my life lmao), I can see how our placements’ interaction with one another pretty much reflect the mythology of the two Naks. Also, I normally do not mind Rohini folks as long as we get along genuinely. I wanted to share my experience with how enemy Naks may possibly interact, and to share a personal story about a woman who I thought was a pretty nice grandma, despite her not really showing up for us when my parents, siblings, and I endured hard times... I honestly think I may have grandmommy issues omg. That’s a thing, right? I would assume so. 🥲

💀💀💀🤡

It's not grandmommy issues babe, you've just met an unhealthy Lunar. They live behind a mask and are sooo manipulative and vindictive.

I hope you get out of her clutches and get your freedom!!!!

Never work with friends or family, it's not worth it ✨

[expecto-kedavra]

Hello there!

First off, I love what you been doin :) I love the lil oc sibling fam 💕 (also would you accept asks for them?)

Secondly, I’d like to ask for a lil somethin (or not so lil) centered around an MC who is plagued with guilt and is struggling with witnessing Sebastian’s bad decision…🥲

General Kenobi! (Sorry lol)

First off, thank you :) and yeah, if anyone would like to send prompts for my OC’s feel free! They’re all loosely based on people I know so it should be easy enough :)

Here you go!

!- mention of death, guilt, negative self talk

Spoiler warning!

MC Dealing with the aftershock of Solomon Sallow's Death

I barely saw it happen. Adrenaline coursed through me. Waves of Inferi kept appearing, and one by one I punched through them with Confringo, or smothered them with Incendio. One particular Inferius was turned into an explosive barrel, and thrown at a clump that had just crawled their way out of the ground. I knew Sebastian and Solomon were duelling each other, but I couldn't afford to pay much mind to them. I heard them though, Sebastian screaming that he wouldn't give up, Solomon calling him foolish for trying. For a moment, I seemed to have a break from the Inferi. I desperately pleaded for both Sebastian and Solomon to stop...

"I won't let her suffer! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Green waves of light slammed into Solomon as he was thrown to the ground. I lost focus. Everything was ringing. Everything was loud. Everything was quiet. I froze. Sebastian had killed his uncle...he went too far. He did exactly what Ominis warned us about. I was snapped out of my haze. "Depulso!" Sebastian was flung into the wall. Anne stood in the entryway of the room. Shocked. She dispatched the rest of the Inferi that had appeared whilst I was in my fog. "Bombarda!" she pointed at Slytherin's spellbook. "No!" cried Sebastian. She ran to Solomon's body. I could see the pain in her eyes. It matched the pain within. "You've made your choice." She said to Sebastian. Tears welled in both of their eyes as she disapparated with him. "Oh Anne. What have you done."

Sebastian picked himself up and ran out of the catacomb. I couldn't let him leave. I tried calling to him but he just ran. He finally stopped outside, at the entrance to the Catacomb. I approached him, cautiously. He was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself about how Solomon had never been there for them, and how he had to cast the Killing Curse. I told him he went too far. He told me to meet him in the Undercroft later, and left. Once again, I was alone with my thoughts, and it was not a very nice place to be.

All I could think of was Ominis. How he was right, all along. How many times did I agree with Ominis but still managed to get dragged along into Sebastian's ordeals? I only wanted to keep him safe. Hope is a powerful tool, and it was helping him...but he went too far. I hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to the Keepers about healing. What was he thinking? He was always reckless, but this was too much. I summoned my Thestral, Nyx, from the Nabsack. I sat down against a tree, and she lay down next to me and rested her head on my lap. Tears fell from my cheeks onto the frozen, hard ground. This was my fault. Ominis was right. I swore I wouldn't let him take this step. Solomon Sallow's death was on my hands.

Not long after, Ominis and Anne found me, still in the same spot. "I'm so sorry, to both of you." I croaked. I could see the tear stains on Anne's face. "You didn't kill my uncle." She told me. Even in her grief, her voice was gentle. Gentle, yet pained. "I may as well have. You said it yourself Ominis. I swore not to let him delve deeper." I gazed into Ominis' hazy pale blue eyes. "Yet here we are." He was silent for a moment. "I didn't mean...please, MC. Don't blame yourself for this." He begged. I looked away. "It's easier this way. It's easier to tell myself that it's my fault. That way, it doesn't mean that Sebastian killed Solomon in cold blood." Anne sat down next to me and placed her hand over mine. "Sebastian made a decision. A terrible one, but he made it. Not you." I hated that my guilt was what we were focusing on. Her caretaker just died from her twin brother's hand. She was an orphan, with nowhere to go and nobody to go with. Yet here she was, telling me that it was okay. "She's right." said Ominis. "If it's your fault then it's also mine. I showed you the scriptorium. I didn't stop him just as much as you didn't." He sounded so desperate. He may have just lost his best friend. "I convinced you to-" I started, but he cut me off. "No. You are not going to take this burden. I won't let you. I may have lost everything but I will not lose you to yourself."

It was at that moment that Nyx rose from my lap and nuzzled Ominis' face. He yelped. "What in Merlin was that?" he squeaked. "A thestral." Anne chuckled. How she was even able to smile now was beyond me. His reaction was rather amusing. "A thestral?" Ominis said, suddenly rather curious. "Her name is Nyx." I told him as I rose from the ground. "She's quite friendly." I offered Anne my hand, and assisted her as she stood. Nyx cantered towards Ominis, placing her muzzle under his outstretched fingers. "It's kind of nice, isn't it? These creatures only some can see." he said as he stroked her skeletal face. "A gift." Anne said softly. "A gift to those of us who have seen death, and must bear that pain." She turned to me. "You did not kill my Uncle." She reiterated. "We all must bear the burden of Sebastian's actions. Not one of us it as fault." She took mine and Ominis' hands. "Together." At that moment, I knew. I knew that I had found friends, who would stay with me and have my back. “She’s right.” Ominis said. “Whatever comes next, we face together.”

[skzdarlings]

Hi Darling <3

It is over. I am empty. I am relieved. I am filled with so much emotion. Holy shit. Where do I start🙃

I have been SO looking forward to this chapter and (as always) you delivered EVERYTHING!!!!

Little Fun fact: As I read your latest two questions, I remembered I myself had been extremely anxious about how the story will end for a long time. I am from Germany and when I first started reading this fic, I mistranslated „eventual happy ending“ in my head because „eventuell“ is a german word very similar to „eventually“ and it basically means „possibly“. I mixed those two words up in my head. So I spent the first few weeks thinking you said „possibly a happy ending, maybe not“ and it drove me NUTS until I looked at the word again and let me tell you the RELIEF when I realized I had mistranslated it was INSANE lol. So for a long time, I really didn’t know there’d be a happy ending. But still, even after realizing my mistake, I was very nervous about this chapter.

 I am very torn between crying because the story is over and crying because it ended in the most beautiful, exciting, satisfying way possible. I really mean it, you couldn’t have done it any better. 

Hyunjin’s appearance was SO heartbreaking. At first I was glad that he reappeared after such a long time, but his miserable state broke my heart and then he even had to get this confession out of Y/N 😭😭😭 THE PAAAAAIIIIIIIIIN and then you even made us think that he was killed?!?!?!!??! Excuse me?!?!?!?!?!🤬 I think I was actually close to dying at that point. 

The father freaking out completely and losing his sanity more and more throughout the chapter was both terrifying and satisfying as hell. I also loved seeing at least a tiny glimpse of him as an actual person (like when he was reminded of his own father) instead of him only being this one-dimensional super-villain without any layers. Bravo! Felix finally standing up to him made me so happy, I’d say it was about damn time! And when that BITCH ASS CUNT WAS MOWED DOWN OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! My highlight oft he year!!! Yeeaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! I LOVE the fact that his death was so quick and undignified. And who could’ve been the better person for this job than…... HAN FUCKING JISUNG 😭😭😭😩😩😩👏🏻🙏🏻👏🏻🙏🏻 

YAAAASSSSS!!!!!!! When Y/N sent her goodbye message, I just KNEW that he was gonna have to react in some way. And when The Bitch got ran over, my heart started beating a bit faster and I thought „that HAS to be him, that can’t be anyone else“… The PAYOFF after missing him for so many chapters was….. immense. I cried. Uglily. No shame. 👍🏻 It’s sad that we didn’t get to see Seungmin and Jeongin again, but reuniting with both Jisung and Hyunjin definitely made up for it. Although I would’ve loved to know what happened to our university boys. 🥲

And the most important thing…. Felix and Y/N. They are finally free, after everything. They are fictional characters, but I feel a strong sense of inner peace when I think about it, be it rational or not. They finally broke from their shells and made sure the father knew what they truly think of him before he died, which was so deserved for both of them. And of course they‘d catch a bullet for each other😭 The confirmation that Chris is in fact dead was utterly heartbreaking, but I expected it tbh. I’m just so sorry for Felix. Him sitting in the garden, crying about his friend with his fair finally back to it’s natural shade got me in my feelings 🥲💔 But I really couldn’t be happier with this ending. Finally peace and calm and room for love. They are together and will always have each other. And Jisung.

I really don’t know how everything will continue for me now that the story is over lol. I created this account specifically to tell you my thoughts about the fic. But I will definitely not stop checking out your account. I wish you nothing but the best, and I thank you so much for inspiring me in a broader sense than you can probably imagine. Thank you so much for this project, for your discipline to bring such a huge story to life and share with others. Thank you for all your effort and reminding me of why I first started reading as a little girl. All love. ❤️

-Viktoria ❤️

oh my goshhh 🥺♥️♥️ your reviews always make my day thank you so so much.

first of all oh my goodness at the translation confusion 😂 what a relief in the end hahahaha

and ahhh those were all the big moments i love reading reactions to 🤭 i have had this ending planned out from the second jisung appeared on the page and through all the missing him had been so excited to finally share the ending hahahaha i am so glad you enjoyed it all!!

and thank you so so much for such a heartfelt note. i appreciate it so much. writing is so much more wonderful and fun with amazing readers like you. it’s a joy to share it with you!! thank you for all your messages and i wish you all the best 😊♥️

also very random but i love your name hahaha that’s one of my favourite names i think it’s so beautiful 😊

[infinitelyelvish]

I found a Notes file from my descent into emotional turmoil as I watched the last four episodes of The Clone Wars. Enjoy

But why is the logo red. It's supposed to be yellow 😰

Ashoka's talking to Anakin for the first time since walking away 😭

Anakin's having a whole mental break down over seeing her again.

The graphics this season and episode are amazing. The best visuals for the worst to come.

They're all back together 😭😭

R2 is so excited to see her, poor little guy.

Not Bo Katan pulling the Satine card on Obi-Wan.

The whole 501st standing to attention for Ashoka with her colors and markings on their helmets. Is this the last time they're all not affected by the chips?!

HER LIGHTSABERS?! Is Anakin about to give her her lightsabers?!?!

Commander Rex. He deserved that being more than an on the flu decision.

He did give her her lightsabers back 😭

"I took care of them, they're good as new. Maybe a little better" 😭

"Anakin. Good luck." Is that the last time? I'm so nauseous with the impending last time he'll be Anakin and his first time he'll become Vader to her.

I cannot get over how good the animation is. This is so unfair. They need to go back and redo the entire series.

Rex and Ashoka having moments before battle together. I'm unwell. 

Badass landing!!! Let's go!

"Beat you." I swear if Rex dies or becomes a soulless drone😭

the lack of music during the opening sequence and credits is foreboding.

I wonder if the moment may be upon us.

I’m going to be sick

Dooku is dead. It’s coming.

Tell Anakin. Did he? Did he??? 

I keep having tears well up. I’m unprepared. 18 years and I’m unprepared.

They have Jesse. 

At this point is it a mercy of the clone dies before order 66? That way they still have their own faculties?

If anyone had asked me during season one if I thought I’d become attached to the clones the answer was a resounding no. But now I just want to gather them all to me and hide them like they’re all little ducklings who need protecting. 

Why did Maul want Obi-Wan /and/ Anakin?

What was the dream?!

Maul trying to team up with Ahsoka was extremely unexpected!

She’s going to help him?!

He is the key to everything. To destroy.

She knows. She knows. She knows.

I know Anakin. 😭

It’s looks so real it’s feels like live action

She’s become so strong.

We’re all going to die. You don’t know what they’re doing.

Why is it that the site are telling the truth and no one was ever listening to hear it?

2nd to last episode. This is it. I’m already crying.

I wish I was good at something other than war.

Mace Windu over here pissing me off. Ahsoka knows more!!! Get off your high horse and listen to her!!! 

I’ll tell him myself when I see him. 

Rex is a real one  for not sharing what Ahsoka didn’t with the council.

Saying deserved to see her planet be free.

What ever happened to Korkie??? Did he die and I don’t remember it happening?

Is this box actually force user proof?

Rex and Ahsoka traveling through space, one last time.

She’s saluting him.

Is that the last time? Did I just lose Rex as I’ve known him?

It’s happening. 

He’s trying to fight it

He’s gone. He’s sending them to find her.

The droids are so upset, their people aren’t acting right.

Fives!!! She’s looking up what Fives found, FINALLY!!! 

Stupid Kaminoans. Rex told Padme 🥲

Is it now that the troopers have lost their ability to aim?

Tazing Rex, gotta love droids.

Is she going to be able to save him? Can she save him after the order has been given?

It’s not there 😭

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

They found jt!!!

He’s back!

Oh my god he’s back.

He’s the only one. How many can she save? Can she save more?

Last episode.

Not the monk singing 

Victory and death.

What victory 😭

They’re only stunning. I love my 501st commanders.

The clones are starting to appear in their white uniforms.

Why is Maul destroying the hyper drive? Now they’re just sitting ducks.

If they weren’t trying to kill us I’d be proud. 

What moon are they by? 

There’s no way. There’s no way they’re getting to a shuttle.

There are too many. Besides I don’t want to hurt them.

Loyal Ahsoka.

Rex is crying!!! I can’t. Please. I can’t. 

I love her so much.

They may be willing to die,  but I’m not willing to kill them.

I love these droids so much.

Mail was an interesting villain but if he’s going to steal this shuttle without Ahsoka and Rex on it then I hope he gets forced choked out.

That was a cool move with the force and double lightsabers.

Not the droids popcorning the clones.the droids!!!!

They’re all gone. The entire 501st. 

It’s just Rex now.

They buried them all of them. Their helmets 😭😭😭

She left her lightsaber. I guess they’re not the same since Anakin was the one to return them.

Who are these droids? Why are they in their Hoth gear? 

Vader.

He found the wreck.

When is this?

He found her lightsaber. Oh my god he knows she’s alive.

Does she know Obi-wan and yoga are still alive??? Does she know that Padme died? Does she know about the twins? I have questions!

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

How’s Your Head? | Bucky Barnes x Reader

This has been in my WIP forever and I finally finished it. Once again, I am looking for a soft, kind, Bucky Barnes to take care of me and flirt with me. Is that so much to ask?🥲

This is slightly longer than my usual stuff, just FYI. The WC is 7280. And yes the title is a Drag Race reference. 😂

Warnings: reader injury (not severe), creepy men (jail), blood, vomit, flirting, fluff🫶

Bucky didn’t like the staring. The eyes that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. The old woman just a few seats down from him leered at him almost aggressively, like she hoped looks could kill. And though this was a common occurrence, it still rubbed him the wrong way.

“Another adoring fan…” Bucky thought. 

He shifted side to side along with the rocking of the subway car and did his best to ignore her gaze- but couldn’t stand it any longer. He gave her a nod and a small, forced smile before heading for the adjoining subway car. Hopefully, he’d find an empty seat free from gawkers and onlookers.

But when he opened the door to the next car, he didn’t find the peace and quiet he’d hoped for.

“I’m not interested…” you said to the creepy guy sitting next to you.

“Oh, come on,” the man insisted. “Don’t be so uptight, sugar.” He rested a hand on your thigh and gave your leg a squeeze, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Fuck off, dude. Seriously?” You banished his hand and stood from your seat, “eat glass, asshole.”

But as you tried to make your getaway, the man grabbed you by the wrist. He pulled you close as you struggled in his grip, his face only inches from yours. “Maybe you should learn some fuckin’ manners,” he threw you to the ground, your head striking the floor.

Bucky flew into a blind rage. He made quick work of your assailant, nearly removing the man’s head from his body. And with the entitled dickhead desperately escaping to another subway car, Bucky made his way to your side. 

“Hey, are you alright?” 

You sat on the floor, slightly dazed. A thick fog settled into every corner of your mind and your ears stung with a sharp ringing. “Yeah, I’m good. Didn’t hurt that bad,” you lied. Yet another interaction with an unknown man. Yes, he’d shooed away your creeper, but you wanted to be left alone. No more strange men, no more men pretending to be “one of the good guys” before showing their true self. 

If you could convince this random guy that you were okay, maybe he wouldn’t bother you. Maybe you’d be able to make it home without being touched by another strange hand. “Thanks for asking, but I’m-”

“Oh- you’re bleeding”. Only then did you notice the rush of warmth running down the back of your neck. Bucky yanked the jacket from his body and reached for your bloodied skull before quickly recoiling. “Erm, can I?” 

You nodded- the motion made you wince.

With cautious hands, he used his jacket to hold pressure to your wound. He stared down at you with genuine concern, his brow furrowed with worry. 

After a few moments, most of the fog cleared and brought you screeching back to reality. The reality in which a man you’d never met held his jacket to your bleeding scalp as you sat on the floor of a subway car. Pain pulsed beneath his touch and shot through your head. Warm blood dripped down your neck. But you didn’t care- all you wanted was to move.

Bucky watched as you struggled to get up and instantly tried to stop you. “Hey, careful. I don’t think-”

“I don’t wanna be on this floor any longer than I have to,” you did your best to stand, but the dizziness sabotaged your efforts. “People do weird shit on the train. I’d probably sitting in someone’s pee.” 

Bucky gave it a thought and instantly reconsidered his cautioning. “Ew. Yeah. You’re right,” the disgusted look on his face nearly made you laugh out loud. He thought back on all the questionable and downright nasty things he’d seen on the subway- he didn’t want you on that floor. “May I?” He offered you his free hand and got you safely into a seat. 

“Which stop is yours?” He asked, settling into the chair next to you. And though he seemed like a perfect gentleman, you gave him a suspicious glance. 

“Oh- I didn’t mean that in a ‘where do you live, I’m gonna follow you home’ type of way. More like, ‘how many stops do you have left before you can go get some rest?’ type of way”

You let out a laugh that sent pain pulsing behind your eyes. Maybe this stranger wasn’t so bad. “Um, I still have like five to go. I think. I’m coming all the way from Coney Island.” 

“Coney Island, huh?” A rush of memories hit Bucky like a train. Riding the cyclone with Steve and watching him puke. Spending all his money to win a stuffed animal for some redhead he had a crush on. 

“Yeah, I got to hang out with a girl I know from college. Haven’t seen her in a while and she’s never been out there. It was actually a pretty great day until that asshole cracked my head open…”

Bucky grimaced. He pulled his jacket from your scalp to give the wound another look, only to be greeted by a continuous flow of blood. “I think you should probably go to the ER. You might need stitches. And there’s a good chance you have a concussion.” 

You shot him only a nonchalant shrug, “I’m not worried about it. Plus, I don’t feel like going into debt so they can give me two Tylenol and an ice pack”.

Bucky liked your sense of humor, your wit. How you could be cheeky and sarcastic after being accosted surprised him. But he clocked the tension in your shoulders, the worry in your eyes. You were uneasy. Your glance darted from one end of the subway car to the other every few seconds; he knew you had to be searching for your assailant. Or the next man who wanted to touch you without permission.

“Hey, would you rather take a cab home?” Bucky said, pulling you from your anxious spiral. “I don’t blame you if you don’t want to ride the train after what happened.”

“Oh, um…”

“I’m not inviting myself home with you-” Bucky shook his head. He was cute when he got flustered. “I just mean, I’ll pay for you to take a cab if you’re uncomfortable.”

How you seemed to meet both the bottom of the barrel and the crème de le crème of men back-to-back nearly gave you whiplash. But this handsome stranger had done enough; you couldn’t let him pay for your ride home. “That’s- wow, that’s really sweet. But you don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“What if I want to? You seem uneasy… like you’re waiting for him to come back.”

You nodded.

“Then let’s get you a cab, alright? Next stop, we’re outta here.” He shot you a wink before once again reassuring you that he was not going to follow you home. “Is there someone who can keep an eye on you, though? Like I said, you probably have a concussion. And if your roommate or, um, significant other can sit with you for the rest of the night, that would be a good idea. Head injuries are no joke.”

“Well, I don’t have a significant other,” you almost laughed. “And my roommate’s out of town. She was supposed to get back around sevenish, but her flight got crazy delayed because of weather- now she’s not getting home for a few hours.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed. He checked his watch and saw that it was only 8:04pm. He needed someone to sit with you for the rest of the night. Just in case something happened, you’d need a friend or loved one by your side. And if you didn’t have someone there with you, Bucky knew he’d spend the remainder of his evening worrying about the cute stranger he met on the train. 

Just then, the subway stopped. Bucky offered you his arm and guided you onto the platform and up the stairs- all while keeping his jacket in place against your wound. Getting away from the train eliminated your unease. No longer were you trapped in the tiny space, your blood staining the floor. You had an escort in the form of a good samaritan, and a ride that would get you home without any further abuse.

 But when Bucky hailed you a cab, your anxiety resurfaced.

“Hey, um…” you eyed the car as it approached, “Would you- do you mind riding with me?”

Bucky cocked his head to the side. 

“I don’t know- I’m just a little nervous and I don’t really wanna be in a cab alone with another random man,” you said. “I know it’s probably inconvenient for you- I’ll pay for your ride home from my place.” The taxi neared the curb and stopped in front of you, sending your unease into overdrive. “Do you mind?”

Bucky clocked your wide eyes and shaking hands. Sure, you made jokes and sarcastic quips about what happened. But deep down, you were shaken. And he wanted to help in any way he could. “Not at all- I get it,” he gave you a reassuring look, “and you don’t have to pay for my ride. Let’s just get you home, alright?”

He held the door open for you and helped you into the cab before sliding in behind you- his hand still attached to your bloody skull. The ride was quiet, save for the honking of horns and cursing drivers. But having Bucky with you for the duration eased your discomfort. 

“So, is there anyone you can call to come look after you?” Bucky asked after a while, “A friend, a neighbor, a family member?”

“I don’t really have any friends,” you said. “But not in a ‘I’m a loser and can’t make friends’ kind of way, I promise.” Bucky laughed. You liked his laugh. “I’m just still kinda new here. And all my family lives in across the country. Plus, I only know two of my neighbors. One of them is an old man who always tell me my skin looks ‘so soft’-”

Bucky’s nose wrinkled, “Ew…"

“Yeah. And the other is this girl who told me to shut the fuck up because she thinks my footsteps are too loud? So yeah, I don’t have many connections here yet.”

He sensed a little embarrassment staining your words and aimed to make you feel better, “Well I’ve lived here for quite some time, and I don’t have any friends, either.” 

That didn’t seem possible to you. He was so likable. Quiet, yet endearing. And certainly, a gentleman. He made you feel safe. You wondered how his girlfriend would react when she found out he took another woman home. 

Bucky found himself wondering how you didn’t have swaths of friends. Even after your harrowing experience on the train, you were so charming. Funny. Sweet. It was even harder for him to believe you didn’t have a love interest to go home to. But after what he’d witnessed tonight, he didn’t blame you for keeping to yourself. 

“What part of town do you live in?” You did your best to conceal the optimism in your voice, the hoped that he lived close by. It was embarrassing how smitten you were with this man.

“Brooklyn,” Bucky said. “I’ve lived there for a while- save for some years I spent, um, away.”

Brooklyn. Nothing a quick train ride couldn’t solve. Though you weren’t too keen on the subway after the night’s events. “Well, tell your girlfriend that I apologize for keeping you so long.”

“I don’t have one,” Bucky said. Things inside the cab fell quiet.

“Oh. Well, do you-” you second guessed yourself, but decided to push through. “Do you want to stay with me until my roommate gets home? You know, since you’re so worried about me and my possible concussion and my lack of friends.”

Bucky stopped breathing. “Oh, um. Sure. Yeah. If that’s- if that’s alright. You sure you’re okay inviting a stranger into your house?”

“Well, you’re not really a stranger, Sergeant Barnes”. You shot him a wink.

An immediate ringing filled Bucky’s ears. He didn’t know what to say, how to react.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Bucky’s mind echoed with the sound of your voice referring to him by name. He liked the way it sounded coming from you. But he hated that you knew who- and what- he was. And when the cab turned onto your street and stopped in front of your apartment, he nearly panicked. He reconsidered his agreement to stay with you. But you didn’t seem to mind having the ex-Winter Soldier so close. And he didn’t want you to be alone with a head injury.

Against his better judgement, he followed you to the front door of your building. 

“My great aunt actually lived here back in the fifties,” you told Bucky as you fumbled for your keys. Bucky wondered how you could tell casual stories while dealing with a head injury and an ex-assassin. But as you continued to speak, he realized that he didn’t quite hear what you’d said. He was still reeling from your mention of his name. 

And then he noticed you struggling. You were dizzy after cracking your head open, and a slight shaking rendered your hands almost useless. No matter how many times you tried, you couldn’t seem to finagle the key into the lock. 

“Um, do you want some help?” He gestured to your keys and allowed you to drop them into his free hand. He pushed the old door open with a loud creak and escorted you inside the lobby- his hand still resting on the back of your head. It was quiet while the two of you waited for the ancient elevator to roar to life. And when the doors finally opened, he guided you inside and watched you press the ‘5’ button.

“So… how’d you know it was me?” He asked as the elevator slowly climbed to your floor.

“Well, when I first saw you, I thought you looked kinda familiar. But I couldn’t place you”. You laughed a quiet, bashful laugh, “Then you knelt down next to me, and I thought I was gonna pass out- but not from the head trauma. You just you have like, the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.” The head injury had you a bit loopy, a little too honest. Too confident. “I knew I’d seen those eyes before… and then it clicked. You were so chivalrous, you know? So old fashioned. I mean, who uses their own jacket to stop a stranger’s head wound from bleeding?” 

Bucky shrugged. His cheeks flushed pink.

“I read a book a few years ago about Captain America and his efforts during World War II. And there was a huge portion about Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes… And that’s where I’d seen those eyes.” You flashed him a dramatic wink, “Truth be told, it was my favorite part of the book.”

A shy laugh made its way out of Bucky’s mouth, “Is that so?”

The elevator lurched to a stop and nearly sent you tumbling to the floor. You’d gotten used to the clunky machine since moving into the building, but your sabotaged equilibrium didn’t stand a chance against it. Bucky caught you in a careful, protective grasp before you could tip over. He gently righted you and searched your face for any indicators of discomfort. 

“You alright?”

“All good, Sergeant Barnes.” You gave him a salute.

He rolled his eyes and escorted you into the hall, “you can just call me Bucky, if you like.”

“Okay, Bucky-” you said with a smile, “follow me.” You lead him in the direction of your apartment- with his jacket still plastered to your scalp. The man was determined to help you. You’d give him that.

You once again needed his assistance when it came to unlocking your front door. But when Bucky got the door open, he just stood there. He didn’t go inside. He held the door for you and insisted you go ahead, finally peeling the jacket from your wound. He knew he didn’t belong here.

You noticed how tentative he was about entering your home and beckoned him inside. “You can come in…” you said. “Are super soldiers like vampires? Do y’all need an invitation?”

Bucky laughed, “No. I just… I don’t do this kind of thing very often.”

“Oh, you don’t accompany injured women home from the subway on a weekly basis? I’m shocked.”

You flipped on the light and let the warm glow reveal your apartment. Bucky admired the art covering your walls, the books lining your shelves, the smell of some kind of baked goods lingering in the air. This place was cozy, welcoming. Nothing like his apartment.

While he was distracted drinking in the details of your home, you gave his jacket a once over. Blood coated the leather and smeared the lining. It was enough to make you nauseous.  “Sorry about this mess… here, let me clean it up for-”

“It’s leather- I’m not worried about it,” Bucky shrugged. “I’ll just wipe it off later.”

“Ew, I think that’s considered a biohazard, Sarge.”

Bucky’s laugh echoed through your home- you liked the sound of his voice bouncing around your space. “Well, lucky for me, I’m not susceptible to biohazards. So, really, it’s not a big deal.” He shot you a wink and hung his bloody jacket on the back of a chair. “Let me take a look at your head.”

He gently moved your hair out of the way enough to expose your wound. He was as careful as he possible not to hurt you or make things worse. And using the dish towel you offered him, he wiped away enough blood to get a good look. 

“It’s big, but not deep enough to warrant stitches. And it looks like the bleeding has finally come to a stop.” 

“Perfect. I’m gonna go take a shower” you said. “Make yourself at home. You’re welcome to anything in the fridge, except the kombucha. My roommate will murder you if you drink her kombucha.”

Bucky didn’t even know what kombucha was. “Are- are you sure you wanna go shower?”

“Um, yeah. Gotta get the subway-floor germs off me,” you gave a dramatic shudder. “Some of us are, indeed, susceptible to biohazards.”

“That’s fair,” he laughed, “I’m just a little worried about your balance… I think it’s probably seen better days.”

He wasn’t wrong. The floor did indeed seem to dip and shift under you unsuspecting feet. The room spun on occasion. The walls wiggled. But you needed to get cleaned up. “I’ll be extra careful. Promise.” You offered him your pinky and made him link his with yours. “But I have more blood in my hair than anyone should- I need a shower.” You left Bucky alone in your living room with a promise to be back soon.

It was strange for him, being in a stranger’s home like this. He didn’t get invited places or have friends to hang out with. He had Sam- and that was it. And while Sam was great, he never felt quite like this at Sam’s apartment. Something about your place warmed him, made him feel a little lighter. Or maybe it was you. Who was he kidding? Of course, it was you.

But Bucky knew this feeling couldn’t last. In a few hours, your roommate would return and send him home. And that would be the end of it. Of course, he’d be thrilled to see you again under better circumstances. But assuming he’d get that chance would only lead to disappointment. And so, as he waited for you to finish your shower, he did his best to remember this feeling just in case it was the last time.

“I said make yourself at home and you didn’t even sit down!” you said when you emerged from the bathroom. You found Bucky in the living room with his hands in his pockets, admiring your things as though he were in a museum. Looking, never touching. “Relax a little, sarge. The couch is really comfy, I promise.”

Bucky liked the way you looked with your skin still slightly damp form the shower, your hair wet and a little messy. “Oh, yeah- I just got distracted looking at all your…” he gestured to your bookcase, “your books and your tchotchkes. You have good taste- I like that you have two copies of Fellowship of the Ring.”

“Well, my sister dropped one of them in the lake at summer camp when we were kids…” you pointed to the faded cover and worn spine of the book in question. “She took a hairdryer to it and it’s mostly fine, but my mom made her get me a replacement. I just can’t seem to part with this one, though.” You plucked your water-damaged copy of Fellowship of the Ring from the shelf and flipped through the pages, “too much sentimental value. You know?

Bucky felt a small smile creeping upward- you didn’t mind damaged goods. Maybe you’d want to see him again after all. 

“Can I get you a drink or something? I have water, tea, La Croix, wine…” you looked at him expectantly. 

“Oh, no I’m okay-”

“Well, I’m going to the fridge for some water anyway, so you’re not saving me a trip…” you shot him a wink and began your trek to the kitchen. He followed in your footsteps, too much of a gentleman to let you fetch him a drink. And though he didn’t know what La Croix was, he took the one you offered him with a smile.

He followed you yet again, but to the couch this time. He sat a respectful distance away- as respectful as your small couch would allow- and taste tested the blackberry drink in his hand. It didn’t taste like blackberries. But he thanked you, anyway.

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to check in on you after your shower- he was too entranced by the sight of you in your pajamas. “Hey, how’s your head?”

“Haven’t had any complaints.”

Maybe it was too forward of a joke. Maybe someone from his time wouldn’t appreciate crass humor. Bucky’s cheeks flushed red- and he burst into laughter. You joined him, ignoring the throbbing pain in your skull. 

“It feels fine. I mean, it hurts, but it’s nothing I haven’t experienced before” you said. “Are you just gonna make sure I stay up all night?” 

Bucky cocked his head to the side, “uh, I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Oh…” you grew a little embarrassed. “I thought you couldn’t go to sleep if you have a concussion.”

“You can go to sleep- it’s just good to have someone check in on you now and then,” he said. “And, hey, you don’t have to stay in here with me- don’t feel like you have to entertain me, or anything. If you wanna go to bed, I’ll be fine out here.”

“Well, I don’t know about entertaining, cause I think the concussion kinda fucked up my ability to tap dance,” you laughed. “But I wanna hang out here with you- if you don’t mind the company.”

He gave you a shy smile, “I don’t mind at all.”

Bucky wasn’t anything like the tabloids said. He wasn’t cold or scary or threatening. He sat on your couch, sipping a La Croix and admiring your throw blanket. He was the farthest thing from intimidating. He had a quiet calm about him that brought you peace. Never did you think you’d invite a man you met on the subway to accompany you home. But Bucky made you feel safe. He was sweet, he clearly cared for your well-being. He was, by all definitions, perfect.

“So, what do superheroes do in their downtime?” you asked. “Like when you’re not saving the world, what do you do for fun?”

Bucky shrugged. He didn’t do anything for fun. “Um, I have court mandated therapy appointments,” he gave an awkward laugh. “I read. I hang out with Sam when he’s not in Louisiana visiting his sister. And I have lunch with a neighbor of mine every Wednesday- this old man named Yori.”

“I’m sure he could say the same about you- that he has lunch with some old man named Bucky.”

Bucky’s head fell back in a laugh, “yeah, you’re right. He’s- he’s about twenty years younger than me.” Bucky didn’t bring up the fact that Yori didn’t know his real age or anything about his past. About how the Winter Soldier killed his son. “Um, what about you?” He quickly changed the subject, “what do you do for fun?”

You thought it over for a moment. You hadn’t expected him to ask; most guys never asked what you liked to do for fun. They didn’t ask you anything at all, really. “Well, I also go to therapy,” you said. “My therapist’s name is Angela and I love her. And when I’m not ‘hanging out’ with Angela, I like to read. I like to go on walks. Oh, and I do a lot of baking- there’s a Tupperware of chocolate chip cookies on the island if you want some.”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide. He was off the couch quicker than you could comprehend and returned with the entire Tupperware in hand. But before he could dive in, he offered one to you. He was a gentleman, after all. 

“Oh, shit, these are so good”. Bucky wiped a stray crumb from his lip, “seriously, maybe the best I’ve ever had.”

His praise made your cheeks hot. Bucky Barnes called you ‘the best he ever had’- it was enough to make you sweat. “Oh, I’m flattered. The recipe’s been in my family for generations, though, so I can’t take full credit, but I-”

“I’m giving you full credit”, he said as he finished his second cookie. “These things are incredible.” 

You smiled so hard it hurt. “Well, I make at least one batch a week, so…” This was it, your excuse to see Bucky again. You could simply say that you wanted to bake him some cookies as a way of saying thank you, and then you’d ask him out. It was a perfect plan, really. A flawless, surefire way to guarantee that you’d see him at least once more. But as you tried to suggest baking him a ‘thank you’ batch, your mouth flooded with saliva.

Bucky clocked the way you grew suddenly quiet. He dropped his third cookie and inched closer, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, you okay? Do you need something?”

You did your best to push past the wave of nausea. Breathing in your nose and out through your mouth, you willed your body to cooperate. You made a valiant effort, but it was no match for the clear and present threat of vomit. This was happening- now. You scrambled to your feet and made a beeline for the bathroom, swearing to yourself you wouldn’t puke in front of the James Buchanan Barnes. 

Bucky rushed after you and found you kneeling in front of the toilet, emptying the contents of your stomach. “Oh, shit- here, let me,” he carefully moved your hair out of your face, holding it behind you in an imitation ponytail. His touch was gentle, cautious. He didn’t want to pull too hard and hurt you- you didn’t need any extra pain. 

He watched your body lurch as you wretched over and over, voiding your system completely. It was harsh, almost violent. And when you finally sat back on your heels, black and white spots danced through your field of vision. You were empty. Spent. Exhausted. 

“Hey, do me a favor and sit against this wall, okay?” Bucky guided you backward until you rested comfortably like he asked. “I’m gonna go get you some water, and I don’t want you tipping over while I’m gone.” Even in your despondent, miserable state, he still made you smile. And when he was certain that you wouldn’t injure yourself in his absence, he rushed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

He returned moments later with ice cold water in hand. “Thanks,” you croaked, your throat raw. Small sips of the cool water eased the burning. And a few more swigs rid your mouth of the unpleasant aftertaste. “I’m sure you weren’t planning on watching a stranger puke tonight,” you laughed. It made your head pound. “But I appreciate the water. And you holding my hair.”

Bucky plopped down next to you with a “sure thing” and a “don’t worry about it.” But you’d heard those phrases before. You’d heard them from people who were never a sure thing, people who made you worry about everything they did for you. They’d throw their rare acts of kindness in your face and use them as ammo in an attempt to disprove the pain they caused. It was condescending. Manipulative. Hurtful.  But Bucky meant what he said. All he wanted to do was help. You could tell.

He watched you catch your breath. Watched you drink your water in small sips. But he kept an eye out for another wave of nausea. He wanted to be ready in case he needed to hold your hair again. And he found himself thanking the universe that you’d invited him in; imagining you going through this by yourself broke his heart. 

“How do you feel?” he asked after a while.

“Not the best... but I’ll probably survive.”

Bucky’s laugh filled the room, “well, that’s very good news.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence. Bucky’s hand rested near yours. Your thigh bumped against his a few times. You swore electric currents passed between the two of you each time you touched. 

“Hey, if you don’t mind, could you grab me some Tylenol?” 

Bucky was up in an instant, ready to fetch you what you needed. But he found himself lost with no idea where he was going. He was so intent on helping, on making you feel better, that he was ready to run off without a map.

“In the cabinet to the left of the fridge,” you laughed. 

He shot you a wink and sped off. And while he rummaged through your cabinet, you made an embarrassing effort to stand. You rose on wobbly legs, determined to brush your teeth. There was no way you were going to have vomit breath around Bucky- absolutely not. He was the handsome stranger of your dreams. And you couldn’t screw this up; not that you thought he’d kiss a random concussed woman he met on the subway. But you wanted to leave the very best impression possible.

Bucky came screeching own the hall, bottle of Tylenol in hand. “I didn’t know how many you wanted, so I brought the whole thing”, he shrugged. You shot him a smile in the mirror and gave him a muffled “thanks”.

He stood patiently in the doorway, waiting for you finish brushing your teeth. And when you banished the rank taste of bile, you accepted the Tylenol. You tossed back four pills, and before you could reach for your water, Bucky retrieved it for you. He was one step ahead of what you needed. 

With the pills washed down your throat, you gave Bucky an expectant look. “Back to the couch?”

“Yeah, I mean, only if you’re feeling up to it,” he checked his watch. Noticed the yawn you tried to keep concealed. “If you wanna get some rest, please, don’t mind me. You can go to bed- I’ll be fine on my own.”

“No, I’m good. I’m fine,” you took him by the hand and led him back to the living room. “I’m having a good time.” Bucky didn’t say a word; he just let you guide him. He hadn’t held hands with someone in- he didn’t know how long. And holding hands with you- a stranger he’d grown rather smitten with- was enough to stop his heart.

The two of you sunk back into the couch- closer this time- and kept the conversation going. Your thigh rested against Bucky’s; his arm curved around the back of the couch. You could’ve sworn he was playing with a piece of your hair as he talked. But you didn’t want to ask and ruin the moment.

As the night continued, Bucky was shocked. He couldn’t believe you’d only heard of a few of his favorite movies. And he’d never heard of any of yours. “Make me a list,” you said, handing him a pen and a scrap of paper. “And I’ll make one for you. A person’s favorite movies say a lot about them.” 

“Yeah?” he cocked an eyebrow at you. “And what do mine say about me? The ones you know of, that is.”

A sly smile pulled at your lips, “they say that you’re a hopeless romantic.” It almost sounded like an accusation, and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Is that so?”

“That is so!” you told him. “But I’m gonna tell you a secret…”  You lowered your voice, beckoned him closer, scanned the room as though in search of any eavesdroppers. “I’m the same way.” 

Just as you finished your list of movies for Bucky, you considered writing down your number. It would be so smooth, so perfectly timed- but what if he thought it was too forward? What if he didn’t want your phone number at all? You scratched out your area code and handed him the list with a smile.

The two of you continued teasing and joking and learning about each other. You found out that Bucky loved peach cobbler. He learned about your passion for animals. And eventually you asked the question you’d been curious about all night.

“So, where were you headed?” 

“What?”

“Well, you were on the subway. I’m assuming you were going somewhere.” You thought he was probably going to some fellow hero’s house for Super Movie Night. Or maybe a meeting with Captain America and Company. He had something much cooler to do than anything you planned for the night, that was for sure.

“Oh, right…” he cringed. “Um, I wasn’t actually heading anywhere. I was just riding the train to, well, ride the train.” It was embarrassing. More embarrassing than anything he’d ever done or said in his hundred years of life.

You cocked your head to the side, “Hmm. Interesting. So, is that like a hobby of yours?” 

He wished he could take his answer back. He wished he would’ve said he was going to dinner. Or Target. Or literally anywhere. But no, he just had to be honest. “No, it isn’t a hobby. It’s more like… exposure therapy.”

“Shit. Sorry,” you threw him an apologetic look. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

“It’s okay, no big deal. I just- I don’t really like confined spaces. Or spaces with a lot of people. It’s a- it’s a long story.”

You nodded. 

“So, my therapist told me two combine the two and force myself to take the train- which isn’t great for my fear of trains,” he let out an awkward laugh. “Anyway, I was just trying it out. Seeing how it made me feel.”

Your heart broke for him. He had so many problems, so much trauma to deal with. And while you weren’t a psychiatrist, you didn’t think combining three of his fears into one nightmare was very sound medical advice. “And how did it make you feel?” 

“It wasn’t great- this lady was staring daggers at me for ten solid minutes. But I did get to teach that creepy guy a lesson, so at least there’s a silver lining.”

You laughed. He loved the sound- wanted to hear it all the time. 

“Thank you again, by the way, Sarge. You really rocked that guy’s shit.”

“I don’t like hurting people-” he shrugged, “It’s just something I’m good at. I try not to engage in violence unless absolutely necessary, you know? But that guy deserved it. Probably deserved a little more, but…” He gestured to you, “priorities.”

A warm rush flooded your cheeks. James Buchanan Barnes referred to you as a priority. 

The evening continued as the two of you swapped stories. You couldn’t believe how funny he was, how many ridiculous things he did back when he was young. In the comfortable safety of your living room, he came alive. You asked for more tales of young James Barnes and his antics with Steve Rogers. 

But as time passed, Bucky clocked the way you sank deeper into the couch. You nodded along with his stories and made comments here and there, but there was no mistaking your exhaustion. You leaned against his body more and more until your head rested on his shoulder. 

And then, you were asleep. Completely out. 

But Bucky didn’t mind. He sat still and quiet. He silenced his phone and yours. After the night you had, you needed the rest. And he was more than happy to help you get some sleep. He held in his laughter as you muttered nonsense under your breath- something about crepes and trench coats. It was perfect. Not the night Bucky expected, but the night he needed. And he’d stay in that exact position for hours if he had to. 

But after only forty minutes, a loud crash scared you awake.

Two large pieces of luggage fell to the floor inside your front door. “Fuck Delta airlines and FUCK LAX!” your roommate, Emma, yelled. “I swear to god, there’s a curse on that fucking airport and Delta is the devil’s airline.”

She eyed the room for a moment, taking in the unexpected scene. “Ew, why is there a bloody jacket in the kitchen? And who the fuck are you?”

You stood, begrudgingly leaving your spot next to Bucky. “This is Bucky, that’s his jacket. Some asshole attacked me on the train. I split my head open. He brought me home and kept an eye on me till you got back.”

Maybe she was just in a shit mood because of the travel nightmare. Or maybe she recognized Bucky. But either way, Emma wasn’t having it. “Okay, well, thanks for bringing her home. But I’m back, so you can go. Now. And don’t forget your nasty jacket.”

Bucky gave an awkward laugh. He mumbled a “nice to meet you” and stood from the couch. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and you wished telepathy came with the serum. If he could only read your mind, he’d know how sorry you were. How horrified you were by Emma’s behavior. You couldn’t believe how rude she was being, how utterly unkind. 

But your mind and body weren’t quite working together. You were still groggy, lost in the haze of sleep. And your head injury only made things more difficult. You did your best to formulate a response to Emma and an apology to Bucky. But before you could say anything, Emma was at it again. 

“Seriously, dude. It’s time for you to go, get out of my house.”

Bucky was so flustered, so uncomfortable that he left without saying goodbye. Without getting your number. He shut down. He simply snagged his jacket from the kitchen and bailed. He heard you arguing with Emma as he walked down the hall. Heard you near-tears. 

He wanted to turn around and say goodnight. To protect you from Emma’s wrath. Comfort you. More than anything, he wanted to get your number. Maybe ask you out. But he was too thrown off by the whole thing. He didn’t expect such a response- he didn’t even get to tell Emma that you needed looking after. He just ran. And it made him feel like a coward. 

He pressed the button for the ancient elevator once. Twice. Five times. And when it finally arrived, he got in and slammed the button for the first floor. Ruining his chances of ever seeing you again. Sure, he knew where you lived. But he couldn’t just show up. You’d already dealt with enough creepy shit from weird men- he wasn’t going to stalk you. 

Bucky spent the entire elevator ride heartbroken. He knew he’d have to go home to his empty apartment; knew he’d think about you for way too long. You’d probably forget about him after a day- maybe two at the most. And he’d spend months trying to get over the stranger from the subway.

But when he stepped out of the elevator, he found you waiting for him.

“Hi, um… what?” He was more than a little confused. “How did you- how’d you get down here so fast?”

“Stairs,” you breathed. “Faster.”

Bucky couldn’t believe you. It was romantic; it was something out of one of his favorite movies. But it was stupid. “That was… that was a terrible idea- you could’ve gotten hurt. You almost fell over earlier when you were just standing still. Why’d you run down the stairs?”

“Cause I didn’t get to say goodbye…” your voice was soft, heartbroken. “And I didn’t get to give you my number.”

Wordlessly, Bucky handed you his phone. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t want to chance ruining such a perfect opportunity. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, of all people. That you actually wanted to see him again.

When you finished, you extended Bucky’s phone in his direction- but recoiled as he tried to reach for it. “Promise me you’ll call?”

“On my life,” he said. The answer brought a warm smile to your face- a smile he wanted to see again. As soon as possible. And when you gave his phone back, he took a moment to stare down at your number. This had to be a dream. 

“Do me a favor and go get some rest, okay?” He extended his pinky and linked it with yours, “Drink a lot of water. And even though she seems like she’s in a bad mood, ask your roommate to check in on you every now and then.”

“Yeah, like she’s gonna go for that-”

“Tell her that if she doesn’t, I’m coming back to look after you myself. And I’ll drink her, her um…” 

“Kombucha,” you whispered. 

“Right, I’ll drink her Kombucha!” He laughed and shot you a wink, “That’ll do the trick.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, wiggled your pinky with his, and stepped into the still-open elevator doors. “Thank you for everything. I’m really happy I met you.” 

Bucky blushed. “So am I. Not under the best circumstances, but-”

“Worth it,” you shot him a wink. Just as the doors began to close, the two of you exchanged waves. And just before Bucky vanished from view, you threw a quick “call me” his way. And then he was gone.

You made it back to your apartment, nearly tripping over Emma’s luggage. She apologized as you grabbed a glass of water and nearly cried when you told her the story of your evening. And though you wanted to hear about her airport nightmare, you needed to sleep. 

You got settled in bed and realized- you missed Bucky already. 

And just as you decided to go to sleep for the night, your phone buzzed:

“Wanted to call but figured it might be too soon- seeing as it’s only been about four minutes. I’ll call you in the morning. And just so you know: even without the tap dancing, I found you very entertaining. I’m really glad I met you.

If you need anything at all, let me know. Feel better.

-JBB”

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[dolce-peach]

out of time

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: obi-wan is plagued with dreams, but he finds comfort with you, an unexpected visitor.

warnings: some angst, mentions of death, obi-wan sad hours

a/n: i can't believe i haven’t written anything for star wars yet 😆 i’ve been watching the kenobi series and literally have fallen back in love with one of my fav characters ever 🥺💖 will most likely write more stuff to cope after the finale on wed lmao 🥲 or feel free to request some stuff hahah

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“Master!”

The disheveled Jedi awoke lying on his side, his cheek wet against his pillow.  His heart pounded against his ribcage as his blue eyes glowed in the soft moonlight and flashing lights of passing speeders that fell through the window.  It took another moment to come to his senses and blink away the blurriness of sleep.  It was just too early to rise.  Sighing, he turned on his back to fix his gaze on the ceiling.

It was that part of his days he hated most.  He’d rather stay awake for the rest of his life if it meant that he could be spared of those awful nightmares.  He tried everything he could to prevent them, meditation, intense training, even consulting Master Yoda.

There was a quiet knock at the door, along with a voice.

“Obi-Wan?”

His muscles instantly relaxed upon hearing your voice.  He was almost reluctant to get out of bed and answer the door.

When he opened it to see you, you immediately engulfed him in a hug.

“I could feel your pain from across the hall,” you admitted.

As he slowly wrapped his arms around you, he whispered your name like a prayer.  Breathing in your scent brought him home.  It grounded him enough to let you inside, shutting the door behind you.

You guided him back to bed, your hand soft and warm.  You didn't probe him with questions or empty words, and he deeply appreciated that, more than you would ever come to know.  Instead you caught his blue gaze, letting him find solace in yours.

He knew you didn’t know the pain of losing a master, and he prayed that you never would.

“I miss him,” he finally said.  “Master Qui-Gon.”

You looked down, squeezing his hand.  “I know,” you replied.  “I do too.”

Obi-Wan laughed bitterly.  “You’d think I’d let this go already.  It’s been years, but his death still has me in a vice grip.  I can’t breathe.”  His voice wavered.  “I keep thinking that maybe there was something I could’ve done.  I still had so much to learn from him.”

“Sometimes you can't let go, and maybe that's okay.  I know I wouldn't be able to,” you said.  “You did everything you could.”

“But the Council --”

“The Council doesn’t show enough empathy when they need to.”

His lips teased a ghost of a smile.  “You sound like him.”

You returned his smile before it quickly dissolved.  “No one said this road would be easy.  They strip us from our families before we could bond with them, and then further our isolation by forbidding strong attachments.”  Your gaze was distant, fixed somewhere outside the window.  “But it’s that devotion to another living being that is something the course of time cannot stop.  It’s in our nature to potentially care so strongly for someone...even if it hurts.”

“Even if it hurts,” he echoed.

Nodding, you muster a smile as you brought his hand into your lap, gently intertwining your callused fingers through his.

“Your thoughts and feelings you have are real and true, and they shape your character,” you began.  “But don’t dwell on them forever.”

As he watched you illuminated in the moonlight, he was overcome again with how lucky he was.  Of course, there was no such thing as luck, as everything happens for a reason, but somehow all the stars that were working against him granted him mercy in that moment.  In the slim chance that the galaxy would implode, he knew that as his world came crumbling to the ground around him, there you’d be.

As if hearing his thoughts, you ran your thumb over his skin in slow, mindless circles.  “I’m right here, Obi-Wan,” you said softly as you leaned closer.  “Right here...”

He leaned in towards you, his forehead grazing yours.  He closed his eyes as he sighed.

You trailed your hand up towards his cheek, his trimmed beard tickling your palm.  His cheek was soft under some gentle swipes of your thumb.  “You should get some sleep.”

Sensing distress through his skin, you slowly lay him down, sitting up next to him.  Your hand never let go of his as you sat.  The fingers of your free hand brushed the hair from his face, stroking a slow rhythm enough to make you sleepy.  His eyes were a welcoming blue as he watched you carefully, as if you were going to disappear.

He said your name again, fighting sleep.  His anxiety still desperately reached out to you.  It was as if you were his last lifeline.

“Please stay.”

It broke your heart to see him this way.  You had known Obi-Wan since you were both younglings in the temple.  You knew him like the back of your hand, his reactions, his thoughts, his moves, and you were sure he knew you the same way.  Not often did he show this crumbling side of him, the side that neither healed nor scarred.

Those two words were pleading but laced with regret as he spoke them.  He knew he could never have you.  You were his pressure point, his one sign of weakness.  He knew this well and yet when you were with him, his mind was at peace.  Surely something considered so bad couldn't be good.  The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you.

Much to his relief, you nodded.  “I’m not going anywhere.”  Nudging him over, you lay down next to him.  “My place is right here next to you.”

“Good,” he said quietly.

The next moments were filled with a healthy silence.  White street noise came in through the window.  

“I don’t want to sleep,” he admitted.  “I’ll just fall back into the same nightmare again.”

You shook your head against the pillow.  “You won’t,” you reassured him.  “And if you do, I’ll be here still.”

He brought your hand up, brushing your knuckles against his lips.  He earned your brightest smile, and his whole world seemed to fall faster in a way.

You laughed as he pulled you closer.  You rested your head close to his chest.  His warmth made you drowsy.  He smelled of gentle spices and clean linen, the smell of...

“Home,” you found yourself murmuring.  Upon hearing him hum with confusion, you continued.  “You smell like home.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest.  “Lavender,” he breathed as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Eventually his breathing slowed, and you knew from his steady heartbeat that he was asleep.  You pulled back to see his eyes closed, his long lashes were still.  His usually furrowed brow was relaxed.  He looked youthful, though you could still see the signs of grief and aging etched in his skin.

You placed a kiss on his forehead before smoothing out his hair, and you whispered three words he would never hear you say aloud again.

--

When he finally came to, he felt toasty in the unforgiving desert sun that entered the cave.  Sitting up, he groaned, his older bones aching from lying on the thin cot.

It took him a while to finally roll off the rock and prepare a meager meal.

It had been about ten years since everything went wrong.  Majority of the Jedi were gone, the entire temple was destroyed, and the only people he loved in the entire galaxy were dead.  When he was instructed by Master Yoda to live on Tatooine and watch over one of Anakin's children, it was almost a blessing to seclude himself.

He had missed his old life, but after fighting through years of war, settling down seemed inevitable.  He selfishly only hoped to do it with you.

You were one of the last to perish when Anakin attacked the Jedi Temple.  When Obi-Wan finally got there to take in the damage, his heart fell to his stomach when he saw you battered and bloody.  A youngling lay in your arms, their cheeks stained with tears.

Your eyes were closed, and a certain peace softened your features.  You weren't in pain when you breathed your last.  Your body was uncomfortably light as Obi-Wan fell to his knees and held you one last time.  Your skin was so cold, yet your features and lips were still warm.  Your hair still smelled of lavender.  

His sobs weren’t enough to wake you.  He caressed your face in anguish.

You were gone.

He couldn’t feel you.

As if his own Padawan turning against everyone didn’t hurt enough, he failed you.

Time was always so slippery.  There were so many things he wanted to say to you and do with you.  He never had the chance to give you proper thanks for everything you had done because of the war exploded overnight.

He was sure you knew how he felt, but nevertheless he wanted to tell you so badly.

Whispering your name quietly in the cave gave him some comfort.

I miss you.

And something he had not heard in a long time echoed.

“My place is right here next to you.”

[witchybibliophile]

HEYYYY HSMTMTS PEEPS LMK THOUGHTS ABT S3 FINALE 🤯 alsoo spoiler alert for this entire post - AND pls feel free to dm abt this

cause honestly I’m so disappointed with it aaaaaaahhhh the way they focused more on grand musical numbers than the individual character arcs hurt me for realll. Except for Kourtney’s, Emmy’s, Corbin’s and Nini’s arcs which were honestly pretty near immaculate and I’m so here for them ❤️

But yeah especially Ashlyn, EJ, Gina and Ricky deserved better 🥹

EJ first - Soo EJ’s coming to terms scene with his dad hanging up on him seemed like a small thing to sway him and I’d have loved to see more an aha moment for him after that, like a solo song for instance? Overall I do like the idea of his arc being focused on finally fully letting go of the pressure from his dad and living life authentically for himself, but it wasn’t handled in the best way and I sincerely hope they give us more on this next season.

Gina - I guess this goes quite well after EJ lol, anyways I’m a kinda sad that EJ couldn’t go on his self-discovery journey TOGETHER with Gina and that they’d be that supportive couple more that got through hardships together. There was potential that they’d reconcile this episode for instance after EJ’s dad hung up on him. He could’ve got this epiphany that damn he will fight for who he loves and tell Gina he’s ready to commit to their relationship.

Okay sorry that EJ got into Gina’s arc but honestly I just think this was a missed opportunity with them. Overall Gina was amazing this season standing up for herself as well as being so supportive of EJ in their relationship. The basketball confidence song and playing the leading lady role while also remaining so true and supportive of her friends (esp “sister” Kourtney) were definitely highlights of her arc for me this season.

The moments with Ricky could be interpreted as loaded with romantic tension and him admitting he had feelings for her earlier on kinda foreshadowed where they’d end up. I do like the idea of these two as a couple but honestly giving Gina A MONTH to admit her feelings for him just feels a bit dragged out and inauthentic. Them getting gradually closer and closer as friends only to finally admit their feelings for eachother is what I think I was missing here and what made that final kiss feel a bit hollow to me.

Ricky - I’m happy Ricky decided to dump Lily immediately starting the season and seeing him head back to his true friends did feel right. I love how he supports Jet with his relationship issues with his sister so much ❤️ that was probably one of my fave things abt him this season.

The way he’s always a reliable friend to Gina (I guess conversely to EJ who’s so busy with the whole director thing) is also sweet and I guess this does give the vibes of friends getting closer to lovers as they already established a close friendship bordering on romance back in S1. But it just feels a bit off as Gina is now with EJ, and giving us thoughts of Ricky and Gina’s romance throughout the show makes me think that they really didn’t give Portwell much of a chance 🥲 I guess this reflection paragraph actually made me feel more okay with the end’s confession and kiss, but then the 1 month time skip feels a bit unnecessary as Ricky and Gina have already come so far together.

Ashlyn - Her queer awakening in ep7 was EVERYTHING and I just felt so sorry for her that she ended up hiding that part from Big Red in this episode. Idk what to feel about them now, because there were scenes showing them seemingly happy together like nothing had changed and then scenes where Ashlyn was clearly uncomfortable. I do hope that she gets the queer storyline she deserves and that it really gets some focus on it next season. The whole Big Red being bi bomb at the end also felt like it stole a bit of her moment, by throwing yet another change at her. Honestly I don’t think she needs a serious romantic relationship right now, she should be free to explore her queerness on her own.

[bourbon-ontherocks]

v glad to hear the burn will be slooow (&hopefully painful, and organic 🤞) so we can appreciate all the canon vidding (à défaut de fanvids 🥲 💘). speaking of, how do you make your gifs? do you record your screen, download the eps, something else? I’m very ignorant but curious on that front! and music-wise, That’s Me is so morgane 🤯🤯 Take a Chance on Me works great too, whoa (&I’d never heard She’s My Kind of Girl, it's v disturbing to hear the guys haha) a thought: Ring Ring for your POV fic

(Julia's adventures with the HPI anon)

Gosh, I'm all here for a sloooooooow burn!!! 😱🔥 Also it may sound weird but I think I'd just lose interest in the ship if they actually got together, like really as a couple? My jam is the longing, the pining, the miscommunication, all these moments leading to the final resolution but I have no interest whatsoever in what happens after that lol! So yeah, deffo hoping they'll keep chasing after one another for a while!

Okay, phew, giffing. Well, I had never giffed anything before I got into HPI (I guess Good Girls got me into writing and HPI into giffing, learn something new every ship and whatnot) so I'm just getting started on that journey and won't pretend my MO should be taken as gospel. I do download the eps, which is something I did before anyway (I've been an internet pirate and downloaded stuff since 2011, LOL 😅).

And then there's a whole process involving Photoshop which I learned from many tutorials and also the incredible help of my dear mutuals. I'll take that opportunity to make a public shoutout to @sdktrs12 and @lemoncupcake for answering my questions and being absolute rockstars who clearly saved me an immense amount of time. 💕💕💕 Ngl, giffing is a very time-consuming hobby but I'm having tons of fun. I thought I wouldn't bother you with all the technical details, but feel free to ask if you're interested! Also I can link you some of my non-spoilery gifsets if you'd like!

Yay, glad you liked all the ABBA stuff!! She's just my kind of girl is one of my fave songs but I agree it's quite a ufo in their discography, haha! (not sure you can use ufo the same way you talk about ovnis in French but eh). And oh, ring ring deffo has the vibe too! 😍

[clare-with-no-i]

If you are bored of talking about this I understand but I just have to ask (and I can only hope it's okay) . After I heard so many of yall on here talking about TLAT I finally ended up reading and I am in so.much.fucking.PAIN 🥲 like holy fuck I love this and there is no end? (Yes I know about jilyesplz �� and she is absolutely saving me from going INSANE rn)

I wanted to ask you what you think this line in C1 'I love you' means tho:

I like Luke, she thought.

I love someone else.

She isn't in love with James at this point so, who could it be? Not 🤢🤢 s*ape surely ? 🤮

Hi!! Omg thank you for coming to me with this question! I am never bored of TLAT discourse, feel free to bring whatever! And I’m so glad you enjoyed it/so sorry to bring you the pain!!! But I’m with you 🤝🤝🤝

so - this one has boggled my mind for a while. I always wondered if it was Jules sort of alluding to the future with James, since so much setup and fourth-wall-breaking happened in ch1? I’ve never gotten a good read on it - but I don’t think it’s Snape, especially not with how Jules wrote the Lily-Snape friendship.

If anyone has any insight I’d love to talk this through!

Sorry I couldn’t be of more help to you, anon 😕 xx

[fawnsflowerbed]

Hiiiiii Bee! 🐝🧡 Sunshine anon again! Before I ask, I wanted to say that I read your response to what I sent, n it makes me so happy that your followers make you happy with lil check ins n stuff!! You deserve all the happiness frfr. And I also wanted to mention to take your time with the horror nights fic! I'm so excited to read it, n I understand that works of art take some time <3 hehe Love you, hun!! MWAH 💕

But for the ask I recently started my period and it's been making me super emotional n overthinky 🥲 I have my moments where I get insecure about how talkative n affectionate I am n it's hitting me extra hard right now :( it feels like I'm a burden or maybe I shouldn't talk at all, at times. Could you possibly write something sweet n reassuring with re4r leon with the stuff I mentioned, please :<?

Aw Sunshine!! Thank you my love!! I’d be happy to put something together for you <3

Your insecurities thanks to hormones are getting the best of you, but your favourite agent gets back early to help soften the blow.

Warnings/content: Fem reader, 2nd person (you/yours), lil emotional bby reader, Leon being the perfect boyfriend

Word count: 1,139

You were just about ready to rip your own uterus. Not just for the physical pain though. Emotional pain on your period? So much worse. You hadn’t felt this garbage in a while. The whole ordeal led to you going into hibernation mode; under a pile of covers with a single foot poking out to the side. It was too cold and too warm, so you tried your best to sleep off whatever was prodding at your brain to make you so cruel to yourself.

“I’m about to murder the sun.” You groaned out, shielding your eyes from the last of the daylight hitting your room through the windows, still waking from your nap. “And Eve for eating that apple. Fuck her.”

“Good morning to you too, Aunt Flo.”

A familiar voice had you poking your head out of your blankets to see him standing in the doorway with a rather amused look.

“Leon!”

Leon laughed at your enthusiasm, coming over and leaning down to give your forehead a loving kiss. “Hi, sweetheart. I see you’re recovering from owning a uterus.”

You were overcome with excitement to see your boyfriend back so early, something your head would definitely use against you. “You bet your ass I am. What’re you doing home? I thought you had a catch-up assessment with President Graham?”

He sat himself down at the end of the bed, settling his bag down on the floor. “A few ties got cut while we were setting up, so I have a little bit of free time. Figured I’d come back and annoy you. Though it’s rare for you to nap like this, you only ever cocoon when you’ve had a bad day.”

Your smile faltered into something awkward and creased. It was true, the past 24 hours had been nothing short of terrible. You wanted to tear your eyes out just to relieve some of the mental pain, trying to focus on anything other than how bad you were making yourself feel. You merely shrugged, trying your best to mask it. This wasn’t Leon’s thing to worry about, not when he was busy ironing out the final details of getting Ashley back.

Leon felt a frown beginning to form despite your attempt. He read you like a book. “Oh. You had a bad day.”

That couldn’t even begin to describe the day you’d had.

A puff flew from your lungs before you could even register how tense and exhausted you were. You were like a tight strung knot on a noose. “You have no idea.”

He offered you a quick smile. “C’mon I’ve been thrown into half a dozen different things, including a semi truck at some point. Try me.”

You appreciated his open nature towards you, and after a minute of mental arguments between the angel and devil on your shoulder you caved.

Sitting up to tug the blankets down from around your body, you disassembled your makeshift cocoon. Now you were just someone with a pile of sheets and a sad look, staring up at your boyfriend. “I haven’t been feeling the best lately. Not just with the whole physical side but- I know the hormones are a normal thing but I wasn't expecting them to make my head so mean. I didn’t even know I could be that mean, and now I’m being that mean to myself and-” You shook your head. “I’m sorry, I need to stop talking.”

Leon’s eyebrows creased. “Why? I was listening, baby.”

The pain in your gut mixed with your headache, and you cursed your hormones for making you begin to tear up. Everything hurt in every way. “Because I- I don’t know, Lee. I tried to get my brain to shut up so I tried to take a nap and I can’t remember if I fell asleep or not. All it was was just nonstop pain. I- I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to overthink how I’m needy and a burden and too chatty like I should never talk again and that I’m annoying or-”

He rested his hand over yours. “Woah woah woah, sweetheart. Hey. You’re rambling. C’mon, talk to me properly.”

You tried your best attempt at a deep breath, leaning your face into his shoulder in emotional exhaustion. “I hate this so much, Lee. I don’t want to think like this. I don’t want to feel like I’m weighing you down.”

Leon ran his hand carefully over the back of your hair, tilting his face to rest against where your head was buried. He spoke softly, you could feel the sympathy leaking from his tone. “Aw, sunshine. This is really hitting you hard isn’t it?”

You snuffled with a nod, wishing you could stay buried in his shirt forever. Everything outside of the fabric had become too much to deal with.

“Time for peptalk Leon to take the stage, alright?”

Peptalk Leon as he called it was the phrase often used for when Leon was about to kick your doubts to the curb and have you feeling better at the end of it.

With hesitance you pulled away from the comfort of his shoulder, letting him crane his neck to look you in the eyes as he spoke with his arms wrapped loosely around you. Just enough that you felt safe, felt like you weren’t alone.

“You are not a burden on anyone, ever. You are allowed to need things from people just like everyone else. I need things from people, love. Most of the time, if not all. It’s about teamwork, and we’re a team. Also, never feel like you’re talking too much because there is always going to be someone willing to listen. That includes me. Well, especially me, cause I’m great, but that’s besides the point. And who says I don’t adore your clinginess?” He gave your torso a tight squeeze as your sniffle turned into a small laugh. “Do you even know how great it is to come back from a day of tedious bullshit to my partner ecstatic to see me? You’re my saving grace, sunshine. You just don’t see how much your quirks make you so loveable. You make me feel better without even realising it. Don’t think I could get out of bed without you. And speaking of bed, you probably need to hop out of it to grab some food. Something easy on your stomach. How about we go digging through the pantry for those cookies you bought? I’ll hunt down the hot water bottle for you, too. Something tells me your cramps won’t be helping.”

You pressed your face against his chest with one last sniffle, to which he kissed the top of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more, sweet thing. Let’s go get some food into you.”