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bear-cubs-art-things · 2 years ago
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Even Rare Yawstrich is a ugly monster, they're MY ugly monster!
*carries Rare Yawstrich like a baby*
f you all /j
😳
You heard em.
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incorrect-primarchs-quotes · 11 months ago
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pomefioredove · 7 months ago
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now I'm actually invested in this idea. maybe I'll write a full length fic someday idk... for now I have short hcs
parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | bad ending
summary: crowley decides to "give away" yuu to the highest "donation" for financial reasons type of post: headcanons characters: all nrc students additional info: can be read as platonic or romantic, except malleus is pretty romantic, second person pov, yuu is gender neutral, maybe a little ooc I wrote this as soon as I got up
crowley has had his fair share of "what the fuck" moments from you but this was really taking the cake
he acts so... casual about it?
swaggers into ramshackle one morning and says times are tough and your personal expenses are straining the budget so he's decided to "put you in someone else's care"
"The screening process will be vigorous to make sure you end up in good hands!" like you're a cat or something "Your expenses will be covered and you'll have somewhere to go during break!"
okay great. pretty obvious you have no say in this, so you don't even argue. what's the worst that could happen?
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Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel find you the next day to say they're pooling their money to buy you
"To what?"
Epel shrugs. "Oh, well Crowley said we need to offer a donation to prove we're capable of supporting you..."
(you think that if not for the laws of this land you would have slaughtered that old fart)
Jack goes on a really long tirade about how shady and underhanded this is, making sure to reaffirm that he believes you should be free to make your own choices
"So you'll let me go once you get me?"
"Uhhh..."
Ace thinks once they buy you you'll have no choice but to do all of his homework for him
Deuce says that's not really how it works- and even if he tried, Riddle would kill him
(they've already gone over this twice before finding you)
Epel happily volunteers to take you home with him over breaks, probably the only positive in this mess
even if he thinks the whole thing is kind of funny
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incapable of keeping his mouth shut, Ace accidentally spills the plan to Riddle, who is understandably aghast
you can't just give away a person under your care like a toy!
of all the irresponsible things...
of course, he'll have to put up his offer, too
purely for your sake! with a nicer room and a brand new copy of the dorm rules, maybe you'll stop getting yourself into trouble
he's got some family money (doctors, naturally) and considers this a worthwhile purchase, for his sanity and yours
of course, Trey and Cater overhear and may or may not be pooling their own cash for a chance, too
going behind Riddle's back on this is a risky venture, but hey, someone's gotta be on your side, here, right?
I mean, between a bunch of sixteen year old boys, the housewarden, and them, who would you choose?
actually don't answer that
...not that it's much of a secret, anyway. Cater's already got their gofundme equivalent link in bio
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Leona initially plans to have you become a live-in lackey like Ruggie
but then he really starts thinking- and, hey, the possibilities are endless, right?
for one, you'd make a really good pillow
he might have to kick Grim out for your full attention, but you could learn to live with that
and malleus would hate it
...that's reason enough for him
plus, he's got money to burn, so why not?
either way, he sets his bid at a reasonable (maybe too confident) price and sits back to watch the chaos unfold as everyone scrambles for a piece of the pie
news travels fast around school, after all
then Ruggie finds out that you could dethrone him as Leona's #2 and is understandably a little annoyed
that's his cushy post-grad job gig, thank you! he's worked hard for that!
besides, why should Leona get to hoard you? the guy can barely take care of himself!
so, Ruggie ends up outsourcing to a few dozen classmates for the necessary funds at a steep I-owe-you price
he's gonna be eating nothing but dandelions for a while...
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
now, Azul is annoyed
once the news goes school-wide, it's all anyone can talk about
talk about good marketing...
why didn't he think of such a brilliant scam? he could have negotiated with Crowley to have a café brand deal tie-in!
of course, he's already set his bid, with Jade and Floyd offering to pitch in as necessary
it's a risky investment, sure, but a worthwhile one
Azul tells everyone that with the prefect's "obvious" popularity, having them at the café a few nights a week would drive sales through the roof
though that's really just what he says to shirk suspicion
a likely excuse coming from him, though, really, it would just be nice having you around
and if not for his own affections, Floyd's incessant begging and Jade's subtly manipulative comments about "how nice" it would be having a new face around would be enough for him to cave eventually
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"Kalim, no," is the first thing that Jamil says
"I strongly advise against this. It's another one of Crowley's silly scams and you could end up a target bec- are you even listening?"
hint: he is not
the second Kalim found out that he could get to take in his favorite magicless student like one of his treasures, he was all over it
(AKA infinite sleepovers)
and for what? a little optional donation to prove he's got the funds? he's got cash to spare!
he's already got your new room in Scarabia set up before he even puts his bid in
right next to his of course :)
and despite what Jamil insists, he himself might be working behind the curtain just a little to ensure he's the one who ends up with you
after all, why should Kalim get everything? this might be a valuable learning opportunity for him
You don't always get what you want
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
as much as Epel tries to keep the rest of his dorm from finding out, it's inevitable
he's actually a little surprised that the news didn't get to Vil sooner
with Rook around campus, surely he must have said something...
when Vil does find out, though, he just sighs
oh, of course. what next, will everyone meet each other in the arena and fight to the death over the prefect?
of all the silly, immature things...
oh? what's that? he's bidding anyway? of course he is, silly potato. he can't have some unwashed miscreant making you sleep on polyester bedding
(really, he's the only person on campus worthy of your time)
Rook has also been mysteriously absent from the dorm lately, though his initials on a poem and a strangely large sum of money end up in the donation pile
but really, that could be anyone... Rook would never dare betray Vil again, right?
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
Ortho finds out directly from the other first years and sends Idia the details immediately
with a little note of encouragement, of course: "could be excellent for improving your social skills!"
Idia understandably freaks out
"WTF!!!! nooo way! this is a person, not a chatbot we're talking about here! I can barely keep virtual pets alive!!!!"
(liar)
(...but this is still different)
the conversation ends there, but semi-anonymous bid from someone named "gloomurai" gets cashapp'd directly to crowley
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
everyone in the room immediately turns to Malleus
"For the record, I think it's wrong to be bargaining over a human being," Silver says first. "But if anyone could handle it with grace, it's you."
Lilia laughs. "Oh, you're just saying that because you like the prefect so much!"
"Father, you're the one who likes the prefect so much,"
"Oh, right! carry on then. After all, I'm sure we could share,"
Sebek is the only one relatively against the idea, though Lilia luckily manages to get him to lower his voice after his third speech about how you aren't good enough for his liege
Malleus is rather quiet through the whole evening, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with any of the points made
he disappears for a short while, and when he comes back he seems a little more confident
though, of course, he goes to you first
seeing him at Ramshackle in the middle of the night is a familiar and welcoming sight after all of the chaos of your week
and he's in a great mood!
"Child of man! I've come with news," he says. "I have heard of your predicament and have come up with a solution!"
you immediately sulk. "Oh, no. You know I think this whole thing is terrible, right?"
"Yes, Silver mentioned you might not like the idea of being bought and sold like a trinket. But worry not, I do not plan on paying for you in money,"
you pause, at a loss for words, and then tentatively continue. "You're not...?"
"Of course not. What a primitive idea, I was baffled to hear it myself. My proposal will be more traditional: a modest sum of treasure, and a generous amount of livestock and the finest crop Briar Valley can offer,"
certainly he's not this naive, you think
"You really think Crowley is going to accept that over money? I'm pretty sure Kalim just bid away an entire country's worth,"
he laughs. "You speak as if this is some kind of business deal! I'm quite confident that my dowry will be best,"
huh. that was a strange way of putting it
but then again, you still didn't really understand how things work here, so you go along with it
and you allow yourself to relax. he seems confident in his offer, and he doesn't even see you as some kind of prize to win!
"Oh, well, alright. Thanks! I'm glad you're on it,"
he smiles. "Rest assured, child of man, you're in good hands. My dowry will far outshine the others, and the wedding will be even better,"
"I was honestly getting a little nervous for a momen- wait- wedding!?"
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rootedinrevisions · 26 days ago
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Kinktober 2024: Day 17
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it's not technically the 17th yet. But I just finished writing this one and I'm really excited for you guys to read it. I also know I have a lot going on tomorrow so not sure when I'll have time to post it, so posting it a little early! This is probably some of the smuttiest smut I've ever written so please let me know what you think as this one was kind of outside of my comfort zone!
PROMPT: "I want you to beg for it."
KINK: Degradation
WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT. MINORS DNI. (Degrading Language (obviously), Oral: Male Receiving, P in V Sex. Semi-Public Sex (Public Bathroom)
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
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WWE / Wrestling
The Hard Deck was buzzing with energy when you and Jake walked in, the familiar scent of salty ocean air and the hum of the packed bar immediately hitting your senses. It was always busy on a Friday night, but tonight seemed especially crowded. As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on two different bachelor parties gathered at the bar, their laughter loud and the drinks already flowing freely. The air was thick with excitement, and you could feel the playful chaos waiting to unfold.
Jake's hand slid over the small of your back, gently guiding you through the crowd. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Stay close to me tonight, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice low but full of intent.
You glanced up at him, catching that cocky grin that always made your pulse quicken. With the way his hand lingered at your waist, possessive but protective, it was clear he wasn’t in the mood to share your attention with anyone else.
You gave him a small nod, feeling the heat of the crowded room but more focused on the warmth of his presence beside you.
“Promise,” you said with a playful smirk, leaning into his touch just a little more.
Jake’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he led you deeper into the bar, navigating through the sea of people. The bachelor parties already seemed rowdy, but it didn’t matter. You were exactly where you wanted to be—right by Jake’s side, with a night full of flirtation, drinks, and maybe a little trouble ahead.
An hour into the night, you found yourself sipping on your drink, watching as Jake and Rooster engaged in their typical back-and-forth over a game of darts. It was all in good fun, but there was no denying the competitive edge to Jake's demeanor. Rooster came close to a bullseye, and you could almost see the challenge sparking in Jake's eyes as he lined up his next throw. He had to hit a perfect bullseye; anything less wouldn’t do. It was just how he was—always needing to one-up the competition.
With Jake caught up in his game, you decided to wander a bit. You spotted Bob sitting across the room, perched on a stool by the pool tables, nursing a drink. His easygoing demeanor always made for good conversation, and you figured Jake could live without your attention for a few minutes. After all, he seemed pretty absorbed in proving his point to Rooster.
As you made your way across the room, weaving through the crowded bar, you felt Jake’s eyes briefly flicker in your direction, but he didn’t call you back. He could get over it. Bob was a friend, and talking to him was hardly a crime.
“Hey, Bob,” you greeted with a smile, stepping closer to where he sat.
“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked, his eyes lighting up as you came closer.
The noise of the bar was almost overwhelming, so you leaned in, bringing yourself closer to Bob to hear him better. His voice was low, and the constant chatter and laughter from the bachelor parties made it hard to catch everything he was saying. You had to get even closer when Bob leaned in with a grin, telling you a lighthearted joke that made you laugh.
As you laughed, your eyes unintentionally drifted over to where Jake stood, still holding his dart. You immediately caught his gaze, sharp and narrowed as it honed in on you. There was a tension in his jaw that hadn’t been there before, and his grip on his beer bottle tightened as he raised it slowly to his lips. He didn’t look angry, but there was definitely something simmering beneath that cool exterior.
You knew he’d probably have something to say about it later—Jake never missed a thing, especially when it involved you—but it was harmless. You were just chatting with a friend, nothing more.
Still, the way his eyes lingered on you made your heart race, and you had to admit, a small part of you enjoyed knowing he was watching. Let him stew. You were having a perfectly pleasant conversation with Bob, and if Jake wanted to make something of it, that was his problem.
“You okay?” Bob asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You gave him a reassuring smile, brushing off the tension you felt coming from across the room.
“Yeah, just fine,” you replied, but in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder what Jake was thinking—and what he’d say when you inevitably ended up back at his side.
After excusing yourself from your conversation with Bob, you made your way toward the back of The Hard Deck, heading for the bathroom near the kitchen. It wasn’t the one most people used—the sign outside read “Storage,” and only Penny and the regulars knew the truth. You liked it that way; it meant privacy, a quiet moment away from the crowded bar.
Just as you were about to close the door behind you, a hand shot out, stopping it from shutting completely. Your eyes widened as Jake slid into the small bathroom with you, his expression unreadable, but the tension radiating off him was palpable. Without a word, he reached behind him, locking the door with a soft click.
Before you could fully process what was happening, Jake had you spun around, pressing your back firmly against the door. His body crowded yours, and you felt the heat of him as he leaned in close.
His voice was low, almost a growl as he asked, “What were you doing out there, huh? Getting all cozy with Bob?”
Your heart pounded in your chest. You tried to stammer out an explanation, but he wasn’t having it. His eyes bore into yours, the cool green intensity making it clear that he wasn’t in the mood for excuses. The look in his eyes sent a rush of excitement through you, even as you felt the weight of his jealousy pressing in.
“Jake, it was nothing,” you started, but he cut you off, his voice sharp and biting.
“Nothing? You think I didn’t see the way you were leaning into him? Laughing like that?” His words dripped with accusation, and the hint of anger in his tone made your pulse quicken. “Am I not enough for you anymore?”
You shook your head, trying to explain, but he pressed on, his words cutting deeper.
“What, you that desperate for attention? Couldn’t wait a few minutes while I beat Rooster at darts?” His hand slid down to your waist, gripping you firmly as he kept you pinned against the door.
The way he looked at you—like he was ready to stake his claim—made your breath catch. Part of you wanted to push back, tell him he was overreacting, but another part…a darker, more reckless part…was thrilled by the intensity of it all. You could feel the heat rising between the two of you, the air thick with tension.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his grip tightening slightly on your waist, his eyes never leaving yours.
You swallowed hard, the excitement and anticipation swirling inside you. You knew what was coming next—and despite the sharpness of his words, you couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through you at the thought of what was about to happen.
You batted your eyelashes up at him, letting your bottom lip slide between your teeth as you looked through your lashes. The intensity of Jake’s gaze didn’t waver, but you could see the flicker of something darker, something possessive in his eyes. Slowly, you trailed your hand down the front of his shirt, your fingertips brushing against the firm muscles underneath.
“Can I make it up to you?” you asked, your voice soft, with just enough sweetness to cut through the tension.
Jake didn’t answer right away, but the corner of his mouth tugged up in a small, smug grin.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Ask nicely,” he murmured, his tone demanding, but smooth as ever.
Your heart raced at his words, knowing what he wanted, and feeling the power shift between the two of you. You swallowed your pride and looked up at him, your voice a little breathless, laced with submission as you asked, “Please, Jake… can I get on my knees for you?”
For a split second, he didn’t move. The tension hung heavy in the small bathroom, but then, his expression shifted—satisfied, pleased—and he gave a low chuckle.
“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your jaw. “That’s more like it. But let’s hear you ask again, this time even sweeter. I want you to beg for it.”
Your pulse quickened. You could feel the thrill coursing through your veins as you met his eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted from you. Your lips parted, voice trembling with need as you whispered, “Please… please, Jake… I’ll be good, I promise. Let me make it up to you.”
His grin widened as he looked down at you, clearly satisfied with your words. He stepped back slightly, giving you the space you needed, his hand gently guiding you down.
“Go ahead,” he said, his voice a husky drawl. “Let’s see just how nicely you can make it up to me.”
You did as he commanded, sinking slowly to your knees, the cool tile beneath you contrasting with the heat rising between the two of you. Your breath quickened, heart pounding in your chest as you looked up at him, eyes wide and filled with need. Jake's hand found its place at the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as he guided you down, his grip firm yet possessive, letting you know exactly who was in control.
Your fingers reached for his belt, fumbling only for a second before you quickly undid it, the metal buckle clinking as it came loose. The sound echoed in the small bathroom, and your anticipation grew. With one last glance up at him, you tugged the belt free and began working on the button and zipper of his pants.
Jake's eyes never left you, his lips curling into that signature smirk of his, dark and full of satisfaction. 
"That's it," he drawled, voice thick with desire. "Take your time, sweetheart. We’re in no rush."
You could feel the heat between your legs grow even stronger at his words, the dominance in his voice igniting something in you. But you didn’t want to take your time. You needed this—you needed him.
As soon as his pants were undone, you gently tugged them down just enough, exposing him to your gaze. The sight of him, hard and ready, sent a shiver down your spine, but you maintained eye contact, waiting for his next command.
Jake tilted his head slightly, watching you intently. 
“We both know you know what to do,” he said softly, though the authority in his voice was unmistakable. “Go ahead. Show me what a good little slut you are.”
With his permission, you leaned forward, your lips hovering just above him, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. The anticipation built, the intensity in his stare making you want to please him even more. Slowly, you began, letting your mouth do the talking, determined to show him exactly how sorry you were.
Jake’s hand tightened in your hair, a deep groan escaping his throat as you worked, the control still firmly in his hands as he guided you. His other hand pressed against the door, his body tense with restraint as you gave him everything he wanted and more.
"That's my little slut," he breathed, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. "Just like that."
Just when you felt the tension in Jake’s body tightening, signaling his release was near, he pulled you off him with a rough tug of your hair. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he yanked you to your feet, not giving you a second to regain your breath. His hand gripped your arm firmly as he spun you around, your hips hitting the sink with enough force to send a grunt leaving your body. But at the same time you felt a wave of excitement wash over you.
You barely had time to process the heat between you before Jake pushed you down, placing a hand on your back and bending you over the sink. The cold porcelain pressed against your palms as you caught your reflection in the mirror. His intense gaze met yours, his eyes dark with desire and control. You could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, knowing exactly what was coming next—and exactly how much you craved it.
He wasted no time. His large hand slid up your thigh, the roughness of his palm sending shivers across your skin as he lifted your skirt, exposing you to him. You let out a soft whimper as he smoothed his hand over your ass, squeezing firmly before pulling your underwear to the side.
“You think you can get away with it?” Jake growled in your ear, his voice dripping with both frustration and lust. “Getting all cozy with Bob like that, knowing I’m watching? Being a little whore.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a small moan as you felt him press against you, his hard length rubbing between your legs, teasing you.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke again. “You’re mine,” he whispered harshly, his hand gripping your hip tightly. “And I’m gonna make sure you remember that.”
With a quick thrust, he was inside you, filling you completely as you gasped at the sudden sensation. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink as Jake set a hard, relentless pace, each thrust pushing you further into the porcelain. The intensity of it made your head spin, his grip on you firm as if he needed to stake his claim in the most primal way.
You could feel the tension between your legs building again, the way he moved inside you pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke. His hand slid up your back, keeping you pressed down against the sink as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Look at yourself," he demanded, his voice rough. "Look at how good that pussy takes me."
Your eyes met his in the mirror, the sight of him behind you only adding to the intensity of the moment. The way his khaki uniform pants still hung low around his hips, the tight muscles of his chest and arms straining as he held you in place—it was enough to drive you over the edge.
Jake's hand slid from your hip to the back of your neck, holding you down as he pounded into you. "You’re gonna remember this next time you think about getting cozy with someone else," he growled, his pace becoming rougher, more demanding.
Jake’s hips keep moving steadily as he grips your waist firmly. You’re getting close, every nerve in your body coiling tighter with each movement, but just as you’re about to hit your peak, Jake's voice rumbles low in your ear.
"You're gonna have to beg for it," he says, his breath hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
You do as he says, your voice soft and needy, but Jake doesn't let up. Instead, he smirks and shakes his head, leaning in closer. "You don’t deserve it—not after your little stunt with Bob."
The pace doesn't stop. "Do you like this, huh? Getting fucked right here where anyone could walk in and catch you, bent over, needing me like this? Being my good little slut."
Your body betrays you, every bit of frustration turning into more want. 
Jake reaches up and one hand moves to your hair, grabbing a handful of it before pulling your head back sharply. He brings his lips to your ear and whispers, “not even Baby on Board would want a useless little slut like you. One that can’t even follow such a simple command such as stay close.”
You’re moaning his name at this point, your knuckles white from gripping the edges of the sink.
“Look at how good you take my cock. So good, baby. Just like the dirty little slut you are.”
Moments later you feel his grip on your waist tighten and his hips still as he releases his load inside you. 
“You like that, huh? You like being filled with my cum like a little slut? I want you to keep it there. I want it dripping down your thighs so every guy in this bar knows what you are.”
You’re panting and your release isn’t far off. You start moving your hips back against his, trying to close that last little bit to bring yourself to the edge.
But just when you think you might break, Jake pulls away, stopping all movement completely. He lets you linger there, your breath still ragged, the tension still crackling in the air. He doesn't say a word at first, just letting the silence speak volumes.
Then, with that same cocky smirk, he steps back and adjusts his uniform as if nothing had happened. He quickly zips and buttons his pants before buckling his belt. He glances 
"Maybe next time, sweetheart," he says, voice dripping with confidence.
He lingers by the sink for a moment, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it down to make sure it’s still perfectly in place as if to remind you how unfazed he is by the whole thing that just happened.
Satisfied with how he looks, he turns to you. "Pull yourself together before you come join me," he adds with a smirk, unlocking the door. 
With one last glance over his shoulder, Jake steps out into the bustling bar, leaving you to collect yourself in the quiet, the adrenaline still surging through your veins.
You splash cold water on your face, feeling the coolness soothe your flushed skin. You take a deep breath, adjusting your dress in the mirror, running your hands over the fabric to smooth out any signs of what just happened. With one final glance in the mirror, you do your best to compose yourself before heading out.
As you step back into the bar, the crowd feels a little more overwhelming than before, but you spot Jake near the pool tables talking to Phoenix and Rooster. The familiar sound of laughter from their banter draws you in as you make your way through the crowd toward him.
The moment Jake sees you, his entire expression softens. That cocky grin he usually wears shifts into something warmer, and without hesitation, he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. His arm slides comfortably around your waist, pulling you close to him as if nothing else in the bar matters.
"Hey, baby" he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and affectionate. It’s a stark contrast from the intense energy in the bathroom, and the warmth in his tone settles any lingering tension.
As the pool game continues between him and Rooster, Jake stays close. Between turns, his hand is always on you—sometimes resting gently on your lower back, sometimes tracing soft circles on your side, just a quiet reminder that he's there, grounding you. Every now and then, he leans in to check on you, his gaze soft as he asks if you’re okay, but with just enough subtlety that it doesn’t draw attention.
It’s in these small moments that you feel the balance. The intensity from earlier has given way to something more tender, and with every touch, you’re reminded that Jake isn’t just about the bravado—he knows how to take care of you, even in the smallest ways.
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inkspiredwriting · 4 months ago
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Game Night Gone Awry
Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader
Warnings: none
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Five Hargreeves had been looking forward to this night for weeks. For once, it wasn't about averting an apocalypse or dealing with family drama—it was about a simple game night with his siblings and his girlfriend, Y/N. He hoped it would be a chance for everyone to relax and have some fun together.
"Welcome to the Hargreeves Family Game Night!" Klaus announced dramatically as he opened the door for Y/N. "Prepare yourself for an evening of treachery and betrayal, my dear."
Y/N laughed, giving Klaus a hug. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for having me."
Five appeared behind Klaus, rolling his eyes. "Ignore him. He takes game night way too seriously."
"Only because it's the one night I get to be a true villain," Klaus said with a wink. "Now, let's get this party started!"
They gathered around the large dining table, which was already set up with a Monopoly board. Luther, Allison, Diego, Viktor, and Ben were all there, ready to play. Y/N took a seat next to Five, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As the game began, it quickly became clear that Klaus had no intention of playing fair. He palmed extra money from the bank, swapped properties when no one was looking, and sweet-talked his way into shady deals.
"Klaus, you can't just take money whenever you feel like it," Diego complained, catching him in the act.
"What? I'm merely redistributing wealth," Klaus said innocently, stuffing the bills into his pile.
"More like embezzling," Allison said, laughing.
The game grew increasingly chaotic. Diego accused Luther of hoarding properties, Viktor got into a heated debate with Ben about the rules, and Allison tried to mediate while also attempting to build her own monopoly.
Meanwhile, Five and Y/N watched the chaos unfold with amused disbelief. "I told you it would be interesting," Five said, leaning over to whisper in Y/N's ear.
"You weren't kidding," Y/N replied, shaking her head with a smile.
Things took a turn for the worse when Diego, frustrated by Klaus's antics, flipped the board, sending pieces flying everywhere. "That's it! I'm done with this game!"
Luther sighed, rubbing his temples. "Diego, calm down. It's just a Game."
"Yeah, but it's not fun when someone's cheating," Diego shot back, glaring at Klaus.
"Cheating? Me? How dare you!" Klaus said, but his grin gave him away.
One by one, the siblings left the table, either too annoyed or too amused to continue. Eventually, it was just Five and Y/N sitting among the scattered pieces of the game.
Five looked at Y/N, a mix of apology and amusement in his eyes. "Well, that escalated quickly."
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Your family sure knows how to make game night memorable."
Five started to clean up the mess, and Y/N helped, the two of them working in comfortable silence. Once everything was back in order, they sat back down at the table, sipping their drinks and enjoying the relative peace.
"Despite the chaos, I'm glad you came," Five said, reaching across the table to take Y/N's hand.
"I'm glad I came too," Y/N replied, squeezing his hand. "It was actually a lot of fun. Your family is... unique, but I like them."
Five smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly. "They'll grow on you. Just like you did on me."
Y/N laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I look forward to more chaotic game nights with you."
Five wrapped his arm around her, feeling a rare sense of contentment. "As long as we always end up like this, I'll take all the chaos in the world."
And so, amid the remnants of a disastrous game night, Five and Y/N found their own little slice of peace and happiness.
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sorcererofsolitude · 8 months ago
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Yoko runs a "Life Hack" TikTok account that gives the worst advice imaginable just so she can sit back and watch the chaos unfold.
Yoko, speaking to her phone camera: Shampoo is SO bad for you. Use canned tomato sauce instead, it'll make your hair super silky smooth!
Wednesday, shaking her head: Honestly, what gullible soul would ever take you seriously?
Enid, hair covered in tomato sauce as it leaves a dripping red trail behind her: Uh, bestie... I don't think your hack is working.
Yoko, smirking: What were you saying, Wednesday?
Wednesday: So help me, fang, I'll give Divina a garlic infused lipstick and watch you suffer for weeks.
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bronx-bomber87 · 3 months ago
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Hello lovely fandom and happy Wednesday. Wanted to get this review out sooner than the last. Since I was delayed and late last week. With good reason I know but Wed was my original goal. So wanna stick to it for this next one.
Ahhh the 100th ep. Had we had full seasons in 1-3 would’ve been last year. But that is neither here nor there HA. Also it's our ILY ep ❤️ This is a PACKED ep for them. So did my best per usual for gif space. They had wall to wall moments which is amazing but daunting for reviews ha The gif puzzle was a hard one but I got it worked out. Do love a challenge. Anyways let us begin.
6x02 The Hammer
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Our couple starts up still icy and tense af. I relate to Tim so much in this first scene. Shocker I know. I’m very much the kind to be like. 'It sucked, I noted it sucked, I was upset and now we’re moving on.' I hate beating a dead horse if I feel the subject has been talked to death. Now that isn't this situation but it is the jist of the scene for Tim at least. Lucy asking if they can talk Tim says yes BUT there’s nothing to talk about. Now, where I am like Tim in wanting the expedience of a situation to be over, I'm not in how he handled the end of the scene above. Just avoiding it completely. I have grown quite a bit due to therapy thankfully.
So this is where he and I differ in this tiff. What he's doing used to be my M.O. Where as now I still want it over quickly but I now I follow it up with how I recognize how I can be better. If I’m in the wrong that is. I ask what I can do moving forward so doesn’t happen again? Asking what I could do next time to make sure they don't feel that way in the future? Or if I’m the wronged party explaining what I need so this doesn’t happen next time. As we know our boy is pre-therapy Tim atm so he does none of those things….Communication as we know not their strong suit.
Lucy wants to talk it out more in detail. Seeing their fight as another bigger fight to come. She isn’t wrong at all. First time I've agreed with her in this prolonged fight. It totally is a pending issue. Lucy tells him just wanting to move on isn’t healthy. Definitely isn't. And he is riled up from the insinuation. Tim just wants to shove it into a box until that issue comes to light again. Which again isn’t the healthiest approach to what she is aiming at. The reality is right or not Lucy hurt him deeply. He clearly isn’t over that and it’s reflected in their convo above. The start to the ep is a fraught one for them.
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Lucy meets up with Angela to go over 'The Hammer.' Which she is more than happy to help her out with. What she doesn’t know is she’s about to step in the middle of a lover's quarrel. Which is going to make her even happier tbh. LOL This is one of those 'Angela is the fandom moments.' Where she’s just sitting back and enjoying the show. Her face while she watches the chaos unfold is everything. Look at her above. She is gleeful she lucked into this fight.
Their bickering has reached astronomical married levels. It’s written all over Angela’s face as she watches them argue. With their pot shots, passive aggressive comments, and the fact they’re fighting like she’s not even there anymore. Lastly just the all around husband and wife banter they're displaying for her. The 100th ep delivered in so many ways. This scene is one of them. Our on screen shipper is having the time of her life with this. Not hiding her delight in the least.
She signed on for help then got popcorn and a show to go with it. They don’t even notice her presence till she interjects ‘Let what go?’. They’re so wrapped up in their fight they had forgotten she was there. Angela wouldn’t be Angela without shooting off a snarky reply as they take off. 'Maybe I'll go too. Grab some popcorn on the way for the show.' So bummed couldn't get this one in gif wise. But I’m dying of laughter when Tim says she isn’t funny. Her firing back to 'She’s hysterical. Ask Wesley' LMAO
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They arrive at the Hammer's apt and Tim is trying to give Lucy the rundown. Attempting and failing to be clipped and professional with her. But this is Lucy so that was never gonna happen. lol He mentions his real name is Billy Bob Bennett. Lucy touches his arm like she does so naturally and laughs. Asking if that’s really his name? That no wonder he goes by his nickname. Trying to lighten the vibe. Sadly her touch does nothing to soften his annoyance. Tim is still in grumpy mode and didn’t find this funny in the least.
Asking if he can just finish his good news/bad news? Lucy apologizes and say knock yourself out…Not wanting to fight any further on the subject. Tim continues on saying he has a felony warrant. So they could kick down his door if they wanted right now. Which is the good news. Lucy mentions he bought the ring legally though… Which is the bad news. So he has no reason to give them the ring. That he won’t be any more inclined to give it to them when they arrest him.
It’s here we watch Tim hesitate and it’s hilarious. Lucy is watching him with amused eyes wondering why. Has the look of a man who's seen things. haha Tim explains he loves to fight but more importantly he loves to fight cops more than anything. Hence the nickname. It’s the gentle way he pushes her toward his front door after his 'Ladies first.' line LOL I was laughing so hard. She’s smiling even mad she loves this goober of a man. Who says chivalry is dead eh?
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When the Hammer opens the door he looks agro af. I love them being in-sync with putting their hands up. Even in a fight they are simpatico in the field. Lucy explains the situation with the ring while hubby nods along. This scene is gold. Hammer mentions the ring was legally bought. This is where she offers him the deal. That if he just gives them the ring they’ll give him a head start. Give him 20 minutes to grab the future misses and go to ground. They won’t start the hunt and call back up till then.
Of course living up to his reputation that’s not enough to get him to bite. He rather fight it out. Want's a fair fight. One on one. They win they get the ring and he gets arrested. Hammer wins he keeps the ring and they arrest him. I remember getting a flash back of the Pilot in this moment. Tim telling her she’s gonna have to fight him lmao Just like last ep the massive different between now and then is he’s in love with Lucy.
She tells him one will care what he looks like tomorrow LOL That she has to be beautiful and in a dress. I mean she isn’t wrong. But also I very much care about what he looks like at that wedding haha Lucy gives him all the heart eyes when he concedes and says ‘Let’s go.’ Even though she can handle herself no way he'd actually make her take this bullet mad or not. Do love her saying 'You got this.' before the fight begins. Ever the supportive wifey.
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First off I cannot believe there isn’t a gif set of this fight. (Not that I could fit it in ha but still)There's one of Lucy’s reactions to the fight. But not of the fight itself. Which is a travesty because it’s sexy af on Tim’s part. The song running through the scene is perfection per usual. Second watching this fight makes me cringe at first. Not cause I don’t think it’s amazing. I love it. As stated earlier it's sexy af and impressive. What makes me cringe is having the back issues I have now and Tim having them as well. Hurts to watch for that reason. Hammer wipes floor with him at first. Idk how he isn’t tore up from the floor up after this lol
Lastly I do adore Lucy’s reactions to this. Worried wife mode has been activated. Mad as she is it pains her to not step in. She wants to at first and Tim stops her. Gesturing his hand to not intervene. Couldn’t fit that part in but I adored it. Hammer wanted a fair fight, and being the honorable man he is, Tim will uphold that. He knows Lucy can hold her only with the best of 'em. But Hammer would’ve been pissed had she jumped in to help him. Still I know it was killing her to watch him get tossed around like he did. Tim was NOT winning at first.
Now back to why this fight is sexy. It’s the way Tim holds his own. He gets tossed around like a rag-doll at first. Then learns how the Hammer moves and adapts. If you don’t think him launching himself off that bed and power kicking into his chest isn’t incredibly sexy, we can’t be friends. LOL It's insanely attractive how he took his ass down after that move. Holy hell. Look at those biceps in action. Bulging and sinfully delicious *fans self* I need some ice water. He could put me in a hold like that anytime....Lucy looks so relieved when he gets the ring and Hammer is passed out cold. Her reactions through out were primo though.
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Next comes the best part of the scene. Tim staggers over and grabs the ring. Panting and completely out of breath. Damn near ready to pass out. Now this portion of him being on one knee as he hands her the ring. *screams into a pillow* This is foreshadowing at it's finest folks. Alexi wouldn’t have put this in there if he wasn’t gonna cash in on it one day. I truly believe that. The looks they share as well are so damn loaded. Look at the shared looks as he holds up the ring. Oh my lord.
Especially Lucy’s as she accepts the ring and looks down at him. Feeling all the feels we were in the moment. I remember A.H. saying there would be a moment that would launch a thousand gifs. He wasn’t wrong. This was an iconic moment in an episode full of them for our ship. Lucy is riddled with emotion and can barely choke out ‘Good job.’ You know she wants to marry this man. Stubborn streak and all. In that brief moment when he’s staring up at her that hits her. Stuns her a little too honestly. Melissa does a wonderful job conveying all that.
I remember seeing a great set for this. Had him kneeling on one knee from 5x17 when they're in sally port. Then 6x02. The caption read ‘Third time is the charm.’ In my heart of hearts I believe that. Next time he’s on one knee it’s going to be to ask Lucy Chen to marry him. To be his wife. What a beautiful day that’ll be. *dreamy sigh* That being said this moment was meant to be foreshadowing no doubt in my mind. The way the shot was framed and everything screamed that. It is funny to cap it off with Tim passing the hell out after it all haha Along with Lucy’s ‘Oh.’ as he collapses. It's hilarious. Poor Tim.
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We move onto the unconventional bachelor/bachelorette parties. Because yes even though our ship is the best part of this ep, there is still a wedding to be had LOL I loved how this was written and shot. How it bounces back and forth between both parties. And how it’s about Chenford for most part not John/Bailey. Cause let’s be real. Ain’t no one watching this ep for their actual wedding. Also loved how this had that amazing rom-com vibe all over it. Made me very happy and I was here for it.
This portion shows us what we already know. They both got issues and aren’t confronting them. Celina’s comments crack me up. She’s new to shipping Chenford but is a shipper none the less. Basically being like you guys are what I’m striving for in my love life. So please work it out haha Tim noting they’re great when she’s not accusing him of made up transgressions. I mean he’s got you there Lucy....
Once again I’m on Tim’s side with this back and forth dialogue. Yes he was deeply traumatized by what happened with Isabel. But she is projecting onto him in this instance. Because she isn’t ready for all that comes with UC/detective. Chastity has a solid reply to Lucy about UC. A mic drop one really. We all know she is actually dreading what might happen now that she has him. Chastity trying to get Lucy to confront she's scared. Breaking News. She doesn't...She throws it back on Tim instead unfortunately.
Said this before just because you are good at something doesn’t mean it’s your destiny. Having to leave him for possible months at a time is shaking her. Also with how dangerous it is. That it increases the fact she could not come home to him. The detective exam makes UC a legit reality. One I don’t think Lucy really thought about because it was a distant future. Now that it’s closer she’s hitting the panic button HARD. Not only that but projecting onto Tim with this fight they’re still in. She’s in massive denial and it’s all over her in this scene.
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Lucy breaks off from the party. She is meeting Tim at the station but she’s not sure why. I love how cute Tim is just waiting for her. So pleased with himself for this solution. Looking mighty yummy in his black shirt all wired up. Telling Lucy she can ask him whatever she wants. Just like the last ep he’s desperate to proof he’s on her side. That he’s truly rooting for her. Lucy gets excited asking if she can ask him anything? Tim is confused and says the point was to ask him about detective/UC….
I adore how Lucy instantly throws him off. How she crowds him and flusters him in the process. Saying they should be 'Thorough' as she scoots closer to him. Madam you aren't here to turn him on haha The way she approaches him says otherwise. Look at that man’s reaction. He’s so distracted he almost forgets why he’s wired up. Even after being together awhile she still takes his breath away. Look at the way he inhales sharply when she gets closer. Encroaching on his space.
Makes my shipper heart so damn happy. He’s a little turned on by her descent on him. How she pulls up nice and close. Not only that but scoots in and brackets his leg with her thighs. She knows what she's doing and is very aware that man loves her thighs. Tim is shook in the best way ahha I bet his heart rate spiked on that machine LMAO The way he looks her up and down. Floored by this woman in front of him. Hell of a way to start this scene.
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Lucy wants a baseline so she starts with the bug question. Honestly it’s the best way to diffuse the tension before it gets real. Such a cute married moment this portion. Asking if he really releases the bugs she traps for him? Idk what’s cuter. Tim indulging her by taking them out to “Set them free.” Or Lucy asking him to do so while low key knowing he wasn’t LOL Marriage thy name is Chenford. His sigh before he admits he doesn't is so funny. That 'No' is hysterial.
His bemused face while she see's his answer is true is precious. The hilarious way he’s like yeah. I didn’t cause they’re bugs lol This is Grumpy X Sunshine personified for them with this part. I loved getting this look into them outside of work. When they’re just at her place being them. Clearly it's something that's been going on for a long time and I’m dying. Tim pretending to do so cause he loves her.
But he’s still him and isn’t gonna save a bugs life lmao Cause well. Tim. The fact he’s been killing them and lying to spare her feelings. That’s love ya’ll. Deep down she knew haha But needed to get the proof while he was wired up. Amazing. Damnit I love these two sfm. This episode is a treasure trove of goodies. Also just more proof how pure Lucy is. Wouldn’t hurt a fly literally. Pure sunshine this one.
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Lucy gets a little more serious. Asks Tim if he loves her? Now it’s subtle and our ship is so good at the subtle goodness. I adore the slight shake of his head first. The way he looks at Lucy before he answers. Like how is this even a question? He feels every part of his being, every action he does, how he's opened up for her screams how much he loves her.
Like of course I love you, Lucy Chen. His heart eyes are off the charts adorable. I love the way he meets her half way. Needing to be closer to her when he says this. Does that deep breath first. Leans in with the biggest in love smile and tells her 'Yes. I love you.' *swoon* I could hear him say that all day.
You know his deep breath before he replies reminds me of 5x08 when he took a leap of faith. Took a deep breath and went for it. The sweet smile when he says he loves her. *squee* Nothing makes more sense to him than being in love with this woman in front of him. It’s written all over his confession and beautiful face. He couldn’t be more in love with her if he tried. Lucy’s knowing smirk is everything below.
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I do remember there being a debate if this was first time he said that to her or not. I mean I’m not sure still tbh. Months later and I'm not 100% either way tbh. I mean how she looks at him when she asks him makes it seem like it is. Almost like she's holding her breath waiting for the answer. But then her reaction above is a knowing smile of someone who already knows. Like she's heard it from him before. And is using hearing it to ground herself in this moment.
Needing to hear that reassurance that he loves her. Because the next question is the biggie. But I could totally see this being the first time as well. It's one thing I'm not confident on which is very rare for me with them. Anyways no matter what camp you fall in this scene is fantastic. We got a love struck Tim Bradford telling Lucy he loves her. Nothing better than that you ask me. Not only that but with the biggest in-love grin we could ask for. So either way the scene is a massive win for us. I also can’t hear Tim say he loves her enough. Wanna hear it on a loop.
Makes me squee and simultaneously want to pass out from the glee. Unfortunately the lie detector detects its first lie in him being ok with her going UC. Even Tim is shocked by it. He truly thought he was going to pass that question with flying colors. Lucy isn’t shocked but Tim is. Why? Because the man as I’ve stated before would die rather than not support her. He is floored it's a lie. It does cause some good self reflection from him later at the wedding as we will see.
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They sadly arrive to the wedding separately. Tim showing up looking like an absolute snack though. I love this vertical shot. Giving us a glorious look at him dressed to the nines. Tall drink of water I would like a sip of. Hot damn. Chicken or steak? Neither. I’ll take Tim Bradford wearing the hell out of that suit please and thank you. Also we know that man didn’t pick that suit out. Has Lucy written all over it with how they match. I can only imagine them going shopping for it and Tim protesting the entire time haha
Tim is actively seeking his person out as his eyes scan the crowd. Even mad he needs eyes on her. They lock eyes across the courtyard. Lucy looks excited to see him. She takes in how good he looks then remembers she’s mad at him. Doesn’t maintain it long after that sadly. Angsty goodness right there ooof. I’m here for it.
The wedding happens after but I don't really care about that TBH. The looks continue in the afterparty. Tim drinks at the bar and watch's his girl have fun on the dance floor. Lucy’s gaze a little softer this time around as she looks back at him. *sigh* Does crack me up Celina asks Aaron if they'll be ok as she watches them long for each other haha Girl is seriously worried about them. I love it.
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE Tim being the one to bridge the gap. He's reaching out to her and is ready to talk this out. He doesn't even acknowledge Luna when he walks up. Only has eyes for his girl. Sorry Luna LOL He can’t be away from her any longer. Tim extending his hand asking her to dance wordlessly. That silent communication of their's in full force. My heart.
I adore how Luna is looking at them when Lucy gets up. Lucy looks back and gets her nod of approval. Like go make up with your man honey. Love Lucy’s smile knowing how Tim coming to her is a huge deal. My god how this man has grown. Makes me happy to no end. The music once again *chef kiss* This song is glorious in it's perfection for this scene. I'll never hear this song the same way again that's for sure. It'll bring me right back to this moment.
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From here on out it is all hands hands hands. I saw someone make a tag of *pterodactyl screeching* for this scene. Made me cackle. If that isn’t the fandom in this moment. Eric and Melissa are so good at the little things that make us lose our damn minds. The way he softly takes her hand in his. How she can’t keep hers off him from minute they hit the dance floor. I don’t blame her my hands would be all over him too. I love how they get lost in one another instantly. Looks at those smiles above.
These two couldn't be happier to be near each other. Their time apart has really made that craving to be close increase ten-fold. Despite the lie detector scene they’ve been apart physically since 6x01 if not longer than that. Probably pre-6x01 but post 6 weeks in his office. Haven’t really been affectionate since then either. They’re being drawn back in like a moth to the flame when they're reunited. Like they're coming up for air for the first time in forever. Been trapped in this fight for far too long.
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They get so lost in being together again they almost forget they’re still in a fight. I love this so much. The one above has me swooning the most. Look at them. The way she runs her hand down his chest. The smile on his face is everything. Just so happy to have her in his arms again. How Lucy is looking at Tim. phew lord. That is a loaded look. Mixture of sheer happiness and wanting to take him to nearest closest tbh. Seems like such an intimate gaze she's throwing his way.
He's reciprocating with his own fiery intensity. *fans self* Forgetting they are indeed in public. I love how they sway in perfect tandem together. Gah if you wanted to know what utter perfection and chemistry looked like. Go no further than this gif. Look at these stunning humans just exuding their attraction for one other. Beautiful thing to behold. Saying so much with just their incredible physical chemistry. Sweet lord we are so lucky to have Eric and Melissa helming this ship.
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Tim is the one to break the silence. Finally admitting after episodes of sheer frustration last year, he isn’t ok with her being UC. That he’s more conflicted than he realized. He truly thought he was ok enough about it. Enough that he could pass a lie detector test. He wouldn’t have done it if he thought it would’ve proved him wrong. In his heart of hearts he thought he was ok adjacent lol
His suppressed feelings for months coming out in his answer. Lucy is very kind in her reply to him. Letting him know it’s understandable. That it was so horrible how could be possibly be over that? I love her fingers climbing up and down his lapel the entire time. Gripping it when she needs it. Almost as if touching him constantly is going to ground her in this moment. Which I think it is. Being near him always been a comfort to her.
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I couldn’t be prouder of him if I tried in this portion. Tim growth moments are my fav moments. To not only tell her 'Hey you were right.' but to admit to being wrong. Tim Bradford just admitted to being wrong. Man must be in love baha Tim being even more amazing in growth won’t take the out she's given him.
Stating it’s not fair to her. That he needs to deal with it. He takes it even one step further. Telling her that her dream shouldn’t have anything to do with his issues. What a man. How Lucy doesn’t pull him into the nearest closet/room for make up sex right then and there idk haha Has more will power than I would.
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Lucy is touched by his honesty and owning his part in this UC fight. It’s written all over her face when she says ‘Thank you.’ The ‘hands hands hands’ continues and I’m all but squealing. Look at her fingers at back of his neck/head and all over his hair. Her other hand coming up to stroke his bicep too. I’m dying here of cloud 9 happiness.
The way she strokes the back of his head while she’s comforting him. I cannot you guys. It’s so soft and cute. I’m dead. Here lies Caitlin- Cause Chenford was off the charts cute and she imploded. Happily take that death all damn day. The way she tells him they’re gonna get through this. My heart. She truly would’ve gone through ANYTHING for him. Thought they truly could recover from any conflict. Weather any storm as long as they're together.
Look at Tim and the way he's smiling down at her in that second gif. He believes it too because she does. Ugh. Makes what happens in 6x06 hurt all that more. But let’s not think about that too much. I wanna live here for awhile and avoid that until I literally can’t and we’ve reached 6x06 lol I can't get over her fingers in his hair you guys. The way she is sweetly caressing his neck and arm. Some fanfic goodness IRL. My damn heart. I'm not crying you are.
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If this scene wasn't amazing enough we reach Lucy's ILY and it's GLORIOUS. The way she searches his face and makes sure he can see it. That it’s splayed all over her face how much she loves him. Her heart eyes on full blast for him. She once again is caressing the back of his neck as she says it too. Then we get the sweet kiss to follow it *heart clutch* I’m weeping at how beautiful this scene is. The writers really did us justice with this moment. Eric and Melissa knocked it out of the park and then some. Always elevating the material given to them in so many ways.
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Her hand on his face as they continue to sway in tandem. Her thumb running down his jawline tenderly. The way he’s looking down at Lucy gets me in the feels hard. Like he can’t believe this beautiful woman loves him warts and all. He’s in complete awe of her in this moment. So happy this incredible woman has chosen to love him. The vulnerability he is displaying here is a sight to see. Truly proof of how she obliterated his wall and then some.
The sweet smile he gives her at the end. *squee* He’s ecstatic she loves him despite their issues. Despite his issues. Constantly blown away by the woman in his arms. Lucy returning his expression in kind. Looking up at him like he's the best thing that's ever happened to her. Because well he is. Her loving smile while looking up at him. I'm dying. It's why the man is puddle right now.
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Wouldn’t be Tim if he didn’t follow up with a goobery joke though. Because she brings that side out in him like no other. Let us also enjoy how Lucy still can’t keep her hands off his lapel btw. Or him in general really. I can’t stop focusing on the hands and how they’re all over each other. His crack about the lie detector is pretty damn cute. A great way to finally end the tension between them.
It’s the way Lucy laughs and slaps that same hand, with her DOD ring on his chest, that gets me. She loves this ridiculous goober of a man so much. Their physical chemistry is unreal. Never seen any other like it. Tim is beaming down at her. So happy to have made her laugh the way he did. Her laughter is music to his ears. Mine too. If you weren’t grinning ear to ear after that joke you’re dead inside LOL This part is so sweet I’m diabetic.
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Aaron sadly ruins the moment with his drunk ass. We immediately see soft, funny, and light Tim disappear instantly. Fierce protector Tim emerges as he pulls Lucy close to him. Never letting his hand leave her waist as he scolds Aaron. Pulling her closer and closer as he does. And uses his other arm to keep Aaron away from Lucy. I love it so much. Once again it’s the little things our captains do so damn well. We eat it up like candy haha
Celina takes off after a call solo. Idk why she would after everything happened with Aaron in 5x22. But Nolan is her T.O. So… Thought we made it a review without a Nolan pot shot didn’t you? Well I snuck one in. #noregrets
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Anyways we watch our couple emerge from an unseen area. Smiles for days on Lucy's face. Which we all took as they had make up sex and we’re seeing the afterglow of that heh. It’s where all our minds went and I love it. D is writing a fic based on that. Idk when but I cannot wait for that. *cough* please write it next bestie.*cough*. They all go into cop mode like the BAMFS they all are about Celina. Except Aaron he’s sidelined by Tim for being hammered. Poor sweet Aaron is a struggle bus.
They save Celina and our ship looks amazing as they do it of course. Didn't have room for that great shot of them. Gives me all the feels Lucy showing up to the scene with Tim in his truck. That little things theme continues. Also Tim in his tie and badge showing? Yum. Gimme. To quote ZZ Top ‘ Cause every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man.’ Mmm. And that concludes the ep Chenford wise.
Phew that was a doozy to write. Their content heavy ones always are I hope did it justice had fun writing it. They beyond delivered with this 100th ep. It’s memorable for so many reasons and we got loads of moments from it. Something did wanna touch on that I didn’t love during their dance. I didn’t love the blame squarely being on just Tim for their fight. Lucy had a hand in it too. Tim deserved an apology too. Other than that its perfect. Now I’m wondering if they’re gonna touch on her mental health stuff more in S7. Because there was a lot of build up to it in this entire season. I’m hoping they do cause they put her through damn ringer this season. Gotta have a pay off or some sort like Tim’s did.
Thank you forever and always to those who read, comment, like and reblog these reviews. They do my heart real good when you do. You are the reason I do them. So thank you. Shall see you all in 6x03 :)
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Side notes- non Chenford
The cold open LOL It’s fantastic. Cop cutie is so funny I love it. Nolan’s reaction is hilarious. Just walks away ahaha while Celina jams out.
Harper telling Lucy to ‘run.’ at the bachelorette party had me rolling. Mekia has great dead pan comedic timing. I adore her for it.
I love Nyla looking out for Celina with Aaron. She’s such a good mentor. Telling her Being Aaron's only support is a slow poison. It's true I've been there.
They all looked amazing for this wedding. We have the most beautiful cast. End to end.
The music at the wedding primo. John Mayer, Young MC and Alicia keys. Solid af. Good job James haha
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Event Horizon
Chapter Three: Undying
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A/N: Here's the final chapter in part one. I'll finally stop changing the banner now. Also wow!! 300 followers! Love you all 💙
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The bar is busy, packed with beings of all shapes and sizes. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol, the music pounding, and the crowd cheering. It's dark, and hot, and the only light comes from the glowing drinks being carried about and the flashing neon signs that adorn the walls and ceiling.
You're sitting alone at the counter, a drink in your hand, watching the chaos unfold. You don't remember the name of this drink, but it's sweet, and the buzz you feel is a pleasant one. Your body feels heavy, but not in an uncomfortable way, and the pain in your chest has receded to a dull ache.
You're tired.
It's late, or early, depending on who you ask, and you've been sitting here for hours. You haven't eaten since the morning, and the drinks are already going to your head, but you don't care.
You're not sure you've ever felt this alone, and the fact that it's your own fault is not lost on you.
You've made a lot of mistakes in the past few days, but the biggest was leaving. It was a stupid thing to do, but you were upset, and angry, and hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to forget, if only for a little while.
There was only one place you could think to go. A place where no one would ask questions, or judge you. Where you could drown out the world and not worry about the consequences.
So you'd gone.
Obi-Wan would probably be horrified. You can almost picture his face, the look of disappointment, the shake of his head, and the pursed lips. He'd scold you and remind you of the rules, and he'd lecture you on the dangers of the city and the foolishness of your decision.
It's a testament to your stubbornness that you don't care.
The bartender, a Twi'lek, is eyeing you but doesn't say a word, which is a blessing. The last thing you want is small talk, or an argument, or another person to disappoint.
You raise your glass and drain the rest of the liquid, the sweetness coating your tongue and the bitter aftertaste making you wince. You motion to the bartender, and he refills the glass without asking if you want anything else.
You sip this one slower, savoring the taste and the warmth it brings. It's a welcome reprieve from the coldness inside you, and the heaviness in your chest, and the aching in your head.
"Mind if I sit?"
You look up and find a Pantoran man standing beside you, a smile on his face. He's handsome, his skin a brilliant blue and his hair a shock of white, and there’s a yellow marking on his chin and two half-moon crescents below his bottom lip. He's tall and thin, his clothing impeccably clean and expensive looking. Certainly not the sort of person you'd expect to find in a place like this.
You shrug and take a drink.
"Suit yourself," you mumble, and you look away.
The man sits, and he motions to the bartender. A few minutes later, he has his own drink, a bright blue concoction that smells strongly of alcohol.
You watch the bartender go and then turn back to the man. He's looking at you, an appraising look on his face, his eyes sweeping up and down your body. You're not unfamiliar with the look, and usually you'd make a comment about it, but today you're not in the mood.
So you say nothing and stare into your drink, swirling the liquid around.
"Bad day?"
"Can I help you?" you ask, an edge to your voice. You look up and find him watching you, his gaze unwavering. He looks pleased, and he raises an eyebrow.
"Yes, actually."
You sigh and push your glass aside, suddenly annoyed. You didn't come here for conversation, and you certainly didn't come here to flirt.
"No thanks," you reply and start to stand.
"I thought Jedi were supposed to be generous," he remarks casually. His voice is smooth and cultured, and it reminds you of Obi-Wan's, which just annoys you more. "Especially toward strangers."
"We are," you reply, narrowing your eyes. "But not when we're being propositioned."
He grins, his teeth white and gleaming, and raises his hands. He laughs and leans back on the stool.
"Relax," he says. "I'm not here for that."
"Oh?"
"No."
You slump back down and fold your arms. You can't deny that you're a little curious.
"Then what are you here for?"
The Pantoran hums, and he taps a finger on the counter. His nails are filed and painted gold. "I need help," he admits. "Your kind of help."
You frown. "With?"
He nods and takes a drink, draining the glass. He sets it down and turns back to you. 
"I have a friend. He lives on the lower levels, and he's been...missing. No one's heard from him in days, and no one's seen him. I'm worried he might have gotten into some trouble."
You straighten a little in your seat and look at him, considering. "What kind of trouble?"
"I'm not sure." He shrugs. "Maybe nothing. But if I don't find him, he'll end up on the wrong side of the law."
You hesitate and glance down. The ice in your drink has melted, and it's starting to look less appetizing.
"Please," the man adds. "I can pay you."
You shake your head. You don't want or need his money, just as you don't want to involve yourself in whatever his problems are. Jedi weren't supposed to get involved in local matters. Not unless the Council ordered them or there was clear and present danger.
This isn't the kind of situation that calls for the Jedi. And the Council wouldn't approve, anyway.
"Sorry," you say. "I can't."
"Come on," the man cajoles. The casual facade fades, and you can hear the desperation in his voice, see the pleading in his eyes. "All I need is for you to help me find him, and then I'll be out of your hair. Please?"
You shift in your seat and stare at your hands. "I can't. I'm sorry."
"You're a Jedi. Don't you care about helping people?"
The response you'd been preparing dies in your throat. Of course you cared. That was why you were here, wasn't it? Because you'd cared too much, and now, Yaddle was dead, and the Council had turned a blind eye, and Obi-Wan... Well, that didn't matter, did it?
"Why don't you ask the authorities?" you ask, looking up and meeting his eyes.
"The authorities are the ones I'm worried about," he admits quietly.
You swallow and take a breath, weighing the pros and cons. You could help him, you reason. And it's not like the Council was expecting you back anytime soon. They didn't even know you were gone, and the likelihood of them finding out was slim to none.
You could do this, and no one would ever have to know.
Besides, it was better than sitting around and doing nothing. Much better than thinking about everything that had happened, and the emptiness you were feeling, and the loneliness.
"I can pay you," he says again, his eyes pleading. "Just...please."
"Fine," you relent. "I'll help. But you're going to have to answer a few questions first."
He gives you a blindingly bright smile. It's an attractive, boyish grin, one that's no doubt charmed many a soul, and you can't help but return it, albeit somewhat hesitantly.
"Anything," he says as he scoots closer to you.
You motion to the bartender and ask him for a pen and a sheet of flimsi. He gives it to you, and you turn back to the man. "Let's start with a name."
Twenty minutes later, you find yourself outside, heading down the street toward the lower levels. It's late, and the sky is clear, the city lights casting a glow on the buildings and streets. You'd had one too many drinks, but the fresh air is helping, and the man — Vayel, he'd said — doesn't seem to mind.
He walks with a bounce in his step, and you have a hard time keeping up. His stride is long, and he's quick, and more than once you find yourself jogging and he has to slow down for you. You've never met anyone quite so enthusiastic, but he seems sincere enough. It's a bit of a refreshing change from the usual stoic, somber nature of the Jedi.
"So, what do you do?" you ask, trying to make conversation.
"I'm an actor," he replies with a flourish of his hand, a proud smile on his face. He says the word like he's making a meal of it, rolling it around, savoring the sound. 
Your eyebrows raise. "Really?"
"Yes." He flashes you another brilliant grin, and you find yourself smiling in spite of yourself.
"That's impressive," you admit.
"Thanks." He laughs, and it's a warm, rich sound. He's handsome and charming, and if it wasn't for the situation, you'd probably be enjoying his company.
As it is, though, you're still feeling a little guilty for how you treated him initially, and not a little bit confused. The whole thing feels odd. But he had said his friend was missing, and he seemed genuinely worried, so you reason with yourself that the strange feeling is just the alcohol talking.
"Any roles I might have seen?"
"I doubt it."
"Well, what's the name of the play?"
Vayel's expression falters, and he looks away, his eyes focused on the buildings ahead.
"It's...um, it's not out yet," he admits sheepishly. "It's a new production."
You nod and glance at him. He doesn't look back, his eyes fixed on the distance. There's something about the way he's acting that makes you curious, and you're not sure you believe him.
But, then again, it's not like you'd ever really been interested in theater.
"Yeah, it's...well, it's a bit of a work in progress," he continues, as if you'd asked, and smiles weakly.
"Ah."
"What about you?" he asks a moment later. "How long have you been a Jedi?"
You sigh and look away. You don't really feel like talking about yourself, or anything related to the Order, but he's trying, and you can't begrudge him that.
"Since I was two," you answer flatly and keep walking.
"Wow."
"Yep."
"That's amazing," he exclaims, his eyes wide. "It must have been difficult, leaving your family."
Your jaw clenches, and you look at him. He's got a strange expression on his face, one you can't read. He's watching you, his head tilted slightly to the side, a slight smile on his face.
"Not really," you say, shrugging. "I was too young to remember."
"But they must have been sad to see you go," he persists. "Your family."
"I wouldn't know."
"They didn't visit you, at the Temple?"
"They weren't allowed," you reply, and you leave it at that.
Vayel nods, and you think the subject has been dropped, but a few seconds later, he speaks.
"Are Jedi not allowed to have families?" he asks, and the question takes you by surprise. You'd never really thought about it before, not beyond the fact that, growing up, you didn't have a choice. You'd had no parents, no siblings, no aunts or uncles or cousins. Just the Jedi. 
"No," you tell him, shaking your head.
"What happens if a Jedi falls in love?"
You stop and look at him, his words ringing in your ears. You're not sure why he's asking, or why he cares, and you can't tell if he's just making small talk, or if there's a different agenda.
But there's something in the way he's looking at you that makes your stomach twist. He's staring at you intently, his gaze searching, and there's a softness to his features, a vulnerability that makes him look younger, less self-assured.
"They don't," you say, finally.
"Never?"
"Not that I know of."
"And what if they do?"
"Well," you begin, trying to recall if anyone had ever fallen in love in the Order. You think if it had happened, there'd be more stories about it, more tales. But the truth is, no one's ever mentioned it, and no one's ever said anything about it. Perhaps that's the sort of thing the Council would keep quiet, especially if they were worried about the Order's reputation.
Or maybe, you realize, as you look into Vayel's eyes and see the curiosity there, the interest, it's something they try to discourage, try to avoid. Maybe they want to make sure that the Jedi stay focused, and not distracted.
And maybe that's the whole problem.
You turn and continue walking, your heart pounding. "I guess they'd be expelled," you mumble, your throat suddenly dry.
Vayel looks down, his brow furrowing, and he kicks a pebble, sending it skipping across the street. "That seems..."
"Harsh?" you suggest, a bit of annoyance creeping into your voice.
"No," he replies slowly, "unfair."
"I'm sorry?"
"You're all just...people," he says, gesturing at you. The array of jewels and gems on his fingers glitter, reflecting the light. "Isn't it unfair to deny you the things that everyone else has? Love, family, happiness."
You pause and look at him. The night is still, and the air is cool, and there's a tension in the space between the two of you, one that hadn't been there a moment ago.
"It's not a denial," you say, your irritation growing. "It's a choice. A decision."
"But why?"
"Because the Jedi Code—"
"Forgive me, but the Jedi Code doesn't seem to make any sense," he interrupts. "If you ask me, it's just a bunch of rules created by a bunch of old men who like to tell other people what to do."
You bristle and turn toward him, your jaw clenched. "Is that so?"
"Yes," he replies, and then he adds nonchalantly, "I mean, no disrespect, or anything."
"Sure, none taken," you mutter sarcastically. You turn and begin to walk, and he follows. He has the good grace to look a little embarrassed, and the two of you continue on in silence, the only sound the hum of traffic and the distant voices of the occasional passerby.
Finally, Vayel speaks. 
"It's just up ahead," he says. "The building. He should be home."
You nod, and follow him down a winding alley to a tall, narrow building, surrounded by other, similar buildings. The entire neighborhood is dimly lit, and the street lamps flicker. There are no signs, and no shops, and no businesses, just rows of identical structures, their facades crumbling, the windows dark and empty.
It's certainly a far cry from the splendor of the upper levels, and you can't help but wonder what had led this man, this friend of his, to a place like this. Maybe he was on the run, you think. Or maybe he was hiding from someone. Either way, the fact that he'd chosen such a dangerous place was worrisome.
Vayel stops at the front door to an apartment on the bottom floor and looks back at you, flashing a smile.
"Here," Vayel says as he pulls a keycard from his pocket. He hands it to you, and then steps back, waiting.
"Are you coming?" you ask, a bit impatiently.
"Oh, no," he replies. "You go ahead. Just...make sure he's okay, and then let me know."
Your eyes narrow. "And what will you be doing?"
"I'll wait here."
"Are you serious?"
"I can't go in," he explains and gives a nervous chuckle. "He won't be happy to see me, not after what happened."
You're not sure what to make of that, or whether you should believe him. It feels off, the way he's acting, and there's a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that something isn't right. But you're also eager to be rid of him, so you shrug and take the key.
"Fine," you tell him. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
You unlock the door and open it, and then you step inside.
The apartment is small and cramped, and there are piles of junk everywhere. The smell of something rotting is thick in the air, and you have to resist the urge to gag. You've spent enough time on the lower levels to recognize the smell, but you've never been anywhere it's been this bad.
There are several doors along the hallway, and the one closest to you is open. You peer in and see a bedroom. There's a bed against the wall and a closet, and the room is strewn with clothing and food wrappers and various other objects. But you don't see or sense anyone inside.
You walk back down the hall and check the other rooms, finding a kitchen, a child's bedroom, and a bathroom. No one is in any of them, but there's a pile of dishes in the sink, and a small amount of food in the cupboard, and the bed has clearly been slept in.
It's obvious someone is living here, or was, but you can't tell if they've been gone for a few hours or a few days. There's no sign of a struggle, or any violence. In fact, it looks like they left of their own accord, and without warning. It's odd, and you can't help but feel like you're missing something.
You pull out your commlink and send a message to Vayel, telling him there's no sign of his friend. A second later, you receive a response, telling you to check the bedroom again.
So you do.
As soon as you enter, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
You look around the room, and you see nothing out of the ordinary. Everything is exactly as it was before. But there's a feeling in the air, a heaviness, and it's familiar, somehow.
You frown, and take a step forward, and then stop, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Because suddenly, you recognize the feeling.
Your eyes land on the closet, and the door swings slowly open on its hinges. There, sitting in the middle of a pile of worn clothes, is a box. It's nondescript, plain brown and rectangular, and it's sitting upright, like it's been placed there rather than haphazardly thrown inside.
Your instincts are screaming at you to run, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You approach the closet slowly and kneel in front of the box. Your hand hovers over the top, and then you take a breath and reach down, pulling it open.
There are several items, all of them seemingly random. A scrap of fabric, a datapad, a holoprojector. There's also a piece of jewelry, a necklace, made of gold and set with a blue stone, and a small, black leather pouch with a handful of credits.
You set the bag of credits aside and grab the scrap of fabric, moving it away from the datapad. It's soft and worn, and as your fingers brush against it, you realize what it is.
Yaddle's robe.
She'd been wearing it the night she'd died.
You jerk your hand away as if burned, and you stare at the fabric, the dread you'd felt earlier now a cold, heavy weight in your stomach. You swallow, and then force yourself to reach for the datapad, your hand trembling. It flickers on underneath your touch, and once you close the warning of its low power, you're face to face with the last unread message, dated a week ago.
The message you sent Yaddle the night you felt her death.
You'd forgotten about it, the stress of the Sith investigation, your Trials, and the Council's refusal to listen to you had caused it to slip your mind. You'd been too busy trying to solve her murder to remember, and now, the memory of that night is back, sharp and painful.
Master, are you alright? Please just let me know you're safe. I can come to you if you need me. Just send a message.
There's no reply, just the date, and the time, and the fact that the message had gone unread.
You look away, and blink back the tears that have suddenly sprung to your eyes. You need to get out of here, to take the evidence, and get back to the Temple. The Council will have to listen to you now, and you can prove that the Sith are here, that they're targeting the Jedi, that they're the ones responsible for Yaddle's death.
And maybe, just maybe, the Council will finally be willing to acknowledge that there's a problem, that there's something more going on, and that they're in danger.
You set the datapad aside, and reach for the necklace, the gold glinting in the dim light of the room, and the stone gleaming. You've never seen Yaddle wear anything like this, and you're not even sure it belonged to her. It's not a traditional Jedi accessory, and the Council isn't big on extravagance.
But there's something familiar about it, and you can't help but feel that it's significant. You pick it up, the metal cool against your skin, and you inspect it, turning it over and over in your hands. The stone is smooth and polished, and it shines brilliantly, catching the light and refracting it.
It's a beautiful piece, but it's not anything special, or unusual, and it's not the sort of thing you'd expect Yaddle to have. You don’t have an explanation for it, but it feels like her, so you resolve to take it with you, as evidence, and examine it closer later.
But the moment you slide the necklace into your pocket, you hear a noise behind you.
The door slams shut.
You whip around and stand, but before your hand can draw your lightsaber, you're thrown across the room, hitting the far wall hard enough to rattle your teeth.
You gasp for breath and manage to push yourself up. Your limbs are heavy, and your head is spinning, and when you try to summon the Force, nothing happens.
Across the room, the figure emerges from the shadows, face shrouded by a hood. It's a man, tall and thin, his shoulders hunched and his posture tense. You can't see his face, but his presence in the Force is unmistakable. The darkness, the cold, the malice.
Your vision is blurry, and your lungs ache, and you can taste blood in your mouth. He approaches, his steps slow and deliberate. He doesn't speak, and neither do you. Your mouth is dry, and your throat is tight, and when you try to swallow, the lump lodged there makes it impossible.
When he reaches the box, he kneels down and touches the holoprojector. It crackles and a voice comes out, faint and distant, but immediately recognizable. Your heart clenches, and a single tear rolls down your cheek.
"There's something wrong. I must find out what—" Yaddle’s voice says, and the man's fingers clench. The metal crumples, and the projector sparks and dies.
He stands and turns toward you, the shadows obscuring his face.
You can't move. You're frozen in place, the fear paralyzing you. You want to speak, to plead for your life, to bargain, but the words won't come, and all you can do is stare. When he reaches out and lifts his hand, his fingers curled into a claw, you begin to scream.
"No," you gasp. "Please."
It feels as though his fingers are around your throat, your feet dangling as you're pressed back against the wall. You struggle, kicking out, trying to break free, but he's too strong. Your limbs are heavy, and there's nothing you can do to fight him.
"Please," you choke, the word barely audible. "Don't—"
His grip tightens, and your vision starts to blur. The Sith steps closer, holding you higher, and when he speaks, his voice is low and dark.
"You should have let it go," he says, and the coldness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine.
Your eyes widen, and you try to shake your head, but you can't. All you can do is hang there, suspended, struggling to breathe. Despite the blackness of death creeping in on the edges of your vision, you can't help but feel a surge of anger, and bitterness, and resentment underneath your fear. How dare he? How dare he do this?
Another in a long line of people telling you what you should or shouldn't have done, another voice telling you that you aren't good enough, aren't strong enough, aren't smart enough. He's going to kill you, and yet, the fury you feel at the injustice, the rage at the way you've been treated, at the lies and half-truths and manipulation, is overwhelming.
He's going to kill you, and no one will know. You'll die alone just as Yaddle did, and no one will care. Your friends, your family, your entire world will continue on without you as if you never existed, and no one will ever find out what happened.
It's not fair. It's not right.
You've done everything they've asked, and now, as your vision fades, and your heart slows, and the darkness envelopes you, the only thing you can think is that they've failed you.
They've failed you, and it's not fair, it's not right, it's not—
All the emotions you've kept buried inside for so long come rushing back, and before you can stop them, they're coursing through you, hot and bright.
The pressure in the room shifts as if something is being pulled away, and then a deafening crack fills the air. The windows behind you explode, the bed splinters, and the closet door breaks apart. The Sith is thrown backwards, crashing through the wall and disappearing.
You fall to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath. The walls are shaking, and the ceiling is groaning, and you have to scramble to get out of the way as a chunk collapses, bringing down the walls and the floor above. You manage to roll aside, but the floor is breaking, and the entire building is coming down.
You push yourself up and stumble toward the door, grabbing your lightsaber as you go. The hallway is in shambles, and there are chunks of debris and dust everywhere.
There's a ringing in your ears, and your head is throbbing, and you have no idea what's happening. You're surrounded by smoke and dust, and there's the sound of screaming in the distance, and you have to stumble through the rubble and broken glass to find your way out.
And then you're on the street, gasping for air, your eyes streaming with tears. Your eyes scan the destruction, searching for any sign of the Sith, but he's nowhere to be found. You have no idea how he escaped, but you don't have time to wonder.
It's only then that you realize the apartment building is collapsing before you, and you have to jump back as a piece of the roof falls in, narrowly missing your head.
The street is empty, and you're the only one who's outside, but you can hear sirens and the distant sounds of yelling. You need to get away, and you need to do it now before the authorities show up.
You turn and run, pushing yourself to go as fast as you can, ignoring the pain and exhaustion. Your legs are burning, and your chest is tight, but you have to keep going, you have to get away. You can't let anyone find you, can't let anyone know what you've done. There's no telling what they'd do to you, or what the consequences would be for the Order.
You reach the end of the street, and turn left, and then right, and then left again. The buildings blur around you, and the sounds fade, and all you can focus on is the pounding of your heart and the sound of your breath.
You're far away from the Temple, and it takes nearly half an hour to get back. By the time you reach the gates, your lungs are burning and you're gasping for air. You stumble to a stop and lean against the wall, your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath.
You sink to the ground, your head resting against the cold metal as you try desperately to calm down. You're safe, you tell yourself. No one knows. No one saw. Everything's fine.
But it isn't, and you can't make yourself believe the lie.
You look down at your trembling hands, and among the cuts and scrapes, and the blood and grime, you see burns stretching across your palms. They don’t hurt when you clench your fists, not like the stinging pain in your head, the searing of your throat, or the dull ache in your knees.
They're a reminder, a symbol of your failure, a testament to the power that you have, and the power you don't.
A power the Jedi have no interest in understanding.
And yet, they were the ones who trained you, who taught you, who molded you, who gave you your place in the galaxy and all the expectations that came with it.
The expectations, and the responsibilities.
They were the ones who told you that the world wasn't fair, and that sometimes, people died, and that there was nothing you could do about it. But it's not true. There is, and the fact that they didn't want to see it was their own fault, their own arrogance, their own short-sightedness.
And it had cost Yaddle her life, and it had nearly cost you yours.
The anger bubbles up, and your eyes sting, and your throat constricts, and the pain, the rage, the frustration, the injustice, the betrayal, the lies, and the half-truths, and the death, is all too much.
It's too much, and you can't take it anymore. You're so tired, and so hurt, and so alone, and you just want to give up. To stop. To walk away.
Because what good have you done, really? What has any of this gotten you? Nothing but grief and pain and loneliness, and a burden that's too heavy to bear.
You look at the burns on your hands, and a sudden, strange calm comes over you. You feel a sense of clarity and purpose, and a strange, almost eerie, certainty.
You will never let this happen again.
You will never be powerless again.
And no matter what it takes, no matter how many risks you have to take, no matter how much the Council disapproves, no matter how much danger you put yourself in, you will make sure that no one else suffers as you have. Not because of the Sith, and not because of the Jedi.
And, as the sun rises, and the first rays of sunlight peek through the clouds, illuminating the Temple and casting long shadows over the courtyard, you vow that you'll do whatever it takes.
No matter what.
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What If: Hantengu Bros Edition
(Just picture what your quadruplets look like as in the pic below. I don't know the artist or anything else I found image on Pinterest.
DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.
Warnings: Karaku IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.
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Chaos. Noise. Loudness. About as much destruction as you could imagine with four noise makers running around everywhere.
And no. It wasn't them this time.
"Grandpa, tell us again how Papa Sekido got his head stuck in the vase!"
"That story again? You make him retell it ALL THE TIME!!"
You could only sit there and watch amused at the unknown chaos unfolding. But then again that was the regular thing for this family of yours. You barely paid attention to the red eyed boy shooting a scowl to his nearly identical brother. Really the only difference was their attitudes and their eye color matching their colored kimonos. Your eyes only briefly looked up from the kimono you were attempting to sew back together, the tears accidentally left by Urogi's talons from rough housing with the boys again.
"Kido." Said red eyed boy looked at you. "If Kara wants to hear the story again then let him tell it. You don't have to listen if you don't want to."
Said eight year old pouted as his green eyed brother smirked in triumph. "That's not fair! How come Kara always gets to pick what we have to hear!? I want a turn to pick a story!"
You sighed again feeling a familiar fight bubble up but luckily the older man stopped any fight. "S-Stop fighting both of you. I won't t-tell if that's how you're g-g-gonna be about it."
That got both children to quickly shut up despite Kido pouting and crossing his arms. Well at least one problem was solved.
"He has a dam point! Why do you always have to hear about my embarrassment!?" Aaand here we go again as the older version of Kido glared angrily. "Why don't you ask him to explain how Karaku kept breaking things with his dam wind?! Or when Urogi kept crashing into a tree!? Something other than me!"
"Aw. C'mon, Sekido. It's just funnier when you're embarrassed.~"
"NO ONE ASKED YOU, KARAKU!!"
You again groaned and turned to two of the grown children. Sekido was glaring at Karaku from his place sitting as Karaku only smirked in a teasing manner no doubt amused by his daily task of filing up Sekido again. Gee. And you wondered where your kids got their dynamics from?
"Will you four keep it down? Rogi's,still napping and you four are gonna wake him up again."
You were getting really tired of their bickering now. It was getting really annoying and the stirring body slumped against your side gave you more of a reason. A third child identical to the first two slept soundly against your back exhausted from the amount of playtime initiated by Urogi earlier that day. Only difference between him and the first two was the yellow eyes hidden by the closed eyelids. It was a miracle your son hadn't woken up by the yelling from earlier. Either Rogi was a deep sleeper or he was so used by now to his fathers' and brothers' bickering that he could just sleep through it at this point. But you'd rather not have anymore yelling because of the upcoming headache that was threatening to make you rain your wrath upon the bickering adults. 
"You're not having to live through the embarrassment daily-"
"You're giving me a headache, Sekido. So help me I'll wring you out like laundry and hang you up on the coat wrack." The red eyed man quickly shut up as you glared at him.
"A-All of you stop fighting. Y-Y-You're all scaring me with your fighting." Said older demon raised a shaking hand up to rub his head.
"Sorry, Mr. Hantengu." 
Said protest seemed to end any and all arguments between Sekido, Karaku, and their little mini mes as Rogi just continued to snore away noisily at your side blissfully unaware of the daily arguments between your kids and their fathers. Sigh. You definitely had your hands full didn't you? Speaking of which..You were wondering where your other two children and their fathers were? Urogi and Aizetsu had taken Zetsu out for some quiet time away from his other rowdy brothers and they had been gone for a few decent hours. Rui was still out too so you were starting to wonder where he was too. As if the universe answered your questioning thoughts, the sliding door opened making all six of your heads turn to the door except for Rogi who still slept away.
"Heeeyy! Guess Who's Back! Did you miss us?," sang a familiar voice as none other than a harpy walked through the door. He waved one taloned hand at you while he held your fourth and final child in his arms clinging to him. 
Aizetsu walked in right behind Urogi and silently closed the door behind him. Your brow rose not seeing Rui among them. Where was your oldest? "Where's Rui?"
"He and Zoha decided to train some more. They'll be back later," Urogi waved you off with a shrug before spotting the sleeping yellow kimono wearing child leaning against you. "There's my boy!" 
Aizetsu blinked as Zetsu was quickly handed over to him and Urogi excited dove for Rogi- Only to land flat on his face when you quickly scooped up the sleeping boy away from him. Immediately two children and Karaku started cackling at the sight of Urogi dazedly looking up. Rogi being suddenly jostled tiredly blinked his yellow eyes open with a yawn. 
"Urogi, be careful!", you scolded the harpy that looked up at you with a kicked puppy look. "You need to be careful with your talons! You could accidentally hurt him!" You cradled the boy in your arms. Seeing your face, Rogi opted to slot himself against your shoulder shuffling against you before tiredly closing his eyes again. You sighed. "You keep forgetting that."
"I only wanted to hold him," Urogi whined sitting up and pouting. "I would've been careful! I always am!" Your rose your brow at him. "...Ok. I'm careful MOST of the time!"
"Debatable."
"Mama!" A blue eyed boy quickly wriggled around until Aizetsu placed him down. Zetsu immediately ran over and threw his arms around your right side which you welcomed with a smile. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes I did." You smiled wider. "I'm also almost done patching up your kimono. You should have it back soon."
Blue eyes lit up at you in excited. "Really?!"
"Hey, Zetsu! Come sit!" Zetsu turned to where his brother beckoned him to join them. "Grandpa's gonna tell us a story!"
"Is it the one where Papa Sekido gets his head stuck in a vase again?"
"WHY CAN'T ANYONE JUST LET THE PAST LIE!? IT WAS ONE TIME!! JUST. ONE. TIME!!"
You only sighed as you felt another fight coming on.
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theetherealbloom · 1 year ago
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UNEVEN ODDS - CH. 9 (Epilogue)
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Chapter 9 (Epilogue): There’s Some Kind Of Heaven Just Around The Corner
Summary: The Reader is dragged into the Last of Us universe and has no choice but to watch the events unfold or will she be able to change what was already written?
Paring: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Age-gap Romance, Violence, ANGST, Swearing, Suicide, FLUFF, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, the pandemic, character death, INFECTED, MY SCIENCE IS WONKY, probable plot holes, rusty writing, TLOU is dark please read at your own risk!
Word Count: 2k
A/N:  After many months of not writing, I present to you the epilogue of S1 for TLOU. Thank you for sticking by me with my silly little stories, I can never express how grateful I am to have you all. I’m horrified and excited at the thought of S2, maybe the reader could change the important ending… who knows. Stay safe everyone <3
Song: Intermission by Sleeping At Last
Previous Chapter -> Season 2 | Series Masterlist
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TLOU WORLD 2023
SILVER LAKE, COLORADO TO SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH – A FEW WEEKS LATER…
The cool breeze of the evening brushes against your face as you sit on the porch of the farmhouse, strumming the strings of the guitar Joel now treasures. The people of Jackson have embraced you warmly, welcoming you back into their community. The topic of the Fireflies remains unspoken, a shared understanding between you and Joel. It lingers in the background, a memory that only surfaces when necessary.
Life in Jackson has brought a sense of normalcy, a semblance of the life you had before the chaos consumed the world. But this time, it's different. This time, you feel like you belong, like you are loved. The little family you've formed with Joel and Ellie has found solace within the walls of this farmhouse. As the seasons pass by, a routine settles in, and the farmhouse pulses with life, as if it has its own heartbeat.
The bugs begin to retreat once again, signaling the transition from summer to autumn. You find yourself on the porch, the guitar resting gently on your lap. It was a gift for Joel, a token of appreciation and love, but it also earned you a playful scolding. Joel made it clear that you should never leave Jackson without informing him first. It was a testament to his protectiveness, a reminder of the bond that has grown between you.
At this moment, the world seems so simple. The rush of blood through your veins transports you back to your youth, when fear and uncertainty were distant notions. Seventeen again, you find yourself unafraid of death, daring to dream once more. The curve of the valley before you holds a profound meaning. Happiness emanates from within as you gaze at the serene surroundings.
As the words echo in your mind, they bring a smile to your face. Joel's voice resounds in your memory, "I'll never let you go." Those five words hold a depth of emotion, a promise that transcends the hardships you've endured. In this tranquil moment, you realize that you have found a home, a place where love and safety intertwine. You are content, knowing that Joel is by your side, ready to face whatever challenges may come.
The future may hold uncertainties, but for now, you bask in the stillness, cherishing the connection that binds you and Joel together. The world may be broken, but within the embrace of this farmhouse, you have found solace, love, and a renewed sense of purpose. And as you continue to strum the guitar, the notes reverberate through the air, carrying the harmony of your newfound happiness into the world.
Lost in the nostalgic melody, you find yourself humming a tune that holds a special place in your heart. The tranquility of the moment is interrupted by the gentle reminder that you're wearing one of Joel's shirts, two sizes too big. It's a simple gesture, a symbol of the closeness you share, but it also serves as a reminder that nothing is certain in this world. Doubts linger, even as you begin to feel at home.
The passing year has been arduous, and its weight lingers in your mind. The slow progress makes you question if you're truly moving forward. Trust is a scarce commodity, earned by only a select few. The scars etched upon your bodies, remnants of battles fought in your youth, serve as a constant reminder of the dangers that persist. And yet, the revelation of a collapsing sun and rising seas, of crumbling buildings, brought about a new understanding of the fragility of existence.
As you continue strumming and humming, Joel stands by the door, captivated by the beauty that radiates from you. The sun begins its descent on the southern horizon, casting a warm glow on the scene. Unable to resist any longer, Joel quietly approaches, his footsteps barely audible. He wraps his arms around your waist, his presence causing you to giggle. His lips press against the side of your neck, the scruff of his chin tickling your skin.
"Joel!" you playfully chide, a mixture of surprise and delight in your voice. He responds with a hum, his voice filled with affection, "My sweet Birdie..."
You quickly place the guitar on the side, and in that tender moment, you realize that despite the uncertainties and doubts that surround you, you have found a sanctuary in each other. Joel's embrace offers a sense of security, a refuge from the storms that rage outside. You feel a rush of gratitude for the love you've found amidst the chaos, and a renewed determination to protect what you hold dear.
Basking in the warmth of Joel's affection, you turn your head to meet his gaze, curiosity tugging at your thoughts. "How was the patrol today?" you inquire, wanting to know about the world beyond the safety of Jackson's walls. 
Joel plants gentle kisses on the side of your head, your cheek, and finally on your lips, his love conveyed through each tender touch. His gaze locks with yours, his southern accent subtly peeking through as he responds, "Today was good, darlin'. Nothin' for your pretty head to worry about."
A sense of relief washes over you, knowing that for at least one day, the dangers that loom outside haven't posed a threat. But your thoughts naturally drift to Ellie, the young woman who has become an integral part of your lives. You can't help but bring her up, knowing that Joel's bond with her is unbreakable.
"What about Ellie? How's she doing?" you ask, genuine concern lacing your words. Ellie's resilience and determination have become a source of inspiration, even amidst the darkest of times.
A soft smile tugs at the corners of Joel's lips as he replies, his voice filled with fondness, "Ellie's holdin' up. Been keepin' busy, learnin' new skills, and takin' care of herself. She's got that fire in her, just like you."
The mention of Ellie's fiery spirit brings a wave of admiration. You can't help but feel proud of her growth, of the strength she embodies. In this broken world, the relationships you've forged hold immense importance, anchoring you to hope and reminding you of the enduring power of love.
Nestling closer to Joel, you rest your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart a soothing lullaby. "I'm glad she's finding her way," you murmur softly, your voice filled with genuine affection. "We're lucky to have her in our lives."
Joel's arms tighten around you, his voice brimming with tenderness as he responds, "Ain't that the truth, darlin'. We're blessed to have each other, and no matter what comes our way, we'll face it together."
Feeling a surge of love for Joel, you lift your head from his chest to meet his gaze. The twinkle in his eyes tells a story of unwavering devotion, and a mischievous grin plays upon his lips. You can't help but become enveloped in his warmth, finding solace in his presence.
"I don't tell you enough, Joel," you begin, your voice filled with sincerity, "but you mean the world to me. I love you.”
Joel's expression softens, his gaze locked with yours. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle yet purposeful. "You know, darlin'," he replies, his voice slightly husky, "you mean the world to me too. There ain't a day that goes by where I don't thank my lucky stars for bringin' you into my life."
The vulnerability in Joel's words tugs at your heartstrings, and you lean in, pressing a tender kiss against his lips. It's a gentle affirmation of the love that binds you together, a silent promise of forever.
As you pull back, a playful glimmer dances in Joel's eyes. "You know," he says, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, "I reckon I'm the luckiest man alive. Not only do I have the most beautiful person by my side, but I've also got a hell of a good kisser."
His words elicit a giggle from you, the sound filling the air with pure joy. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you whisper, "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Miller."
The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, relishing the closeness and the unspoken language of love that flows between you. With each passing moment, the world outside fades into insignificance, leaving only the warmth and tenderness of this intimate connection.
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead, the delicate dance of foliage creating a symphony of nature. Your fingers entwined with Joel's, each touch a testament to the warmth and tenderness that envelops you in this serene moment.
In the ambient glow of the evening, the air pulses with an almost tangible affection. The space between you and Joel becomes a canvas painted with an unspoken promise that transcends the limitations of words. In the delicate interplay of shared vulnerabilities and profound love, you find a sanctuary where the concept of time fades, replaced by the eternal embrace of this connection.
In this fleeting instance, bathed in the gentle twilight, you take solace in the richness of your conversation. Despite the shadows that loom from past events and the uncertainties that await, the presence of Joel beside you becomes a steadfast beacon, guiding you through the dimly lit corridors of life.
The embrace continues, a dance of shared whispers and laughter, a rhythmic exchange that weaves together the tapestry of your lives. Amidst the harshness of the world, the cocoon of your love becomes a refuge, a source of strength, and a testament to the formidable power of unity.
Yet, beneath the surface of this idyllic scene, a quiet ache persists, a shadow that lingers in the corners of your consciousness. There are nights when Joel lies peacefully asleep beside you, unaware of the storm that rages within your mind. In those quiet hours, memories materialize, hazy and elusive, casting a spectral glow on the canvas of your thoughts.
You can see him on the porch, the soft strains of a guitar accompanying the melancholic melody of your recollections. The air is charged with the bittersweet echoes of a past that refuses to be forgotten. There are nights when tears silently trace the contours of your face, the weight of remembered endings pressing upon your heart.
Joel, the silent guardian at your side, remains oblivious to the tempest within. His presence is a comfort, but the specter of a different ending, an alternate narrative, leaves you restless in the quiet hours of the night. The story, once written in ink, now seems to bleed into the realm of what-ifs and what-could-have-beens.
And so, in the embrace of the night, you grapple with the dichotomy of love and loss, finding solace in the tangible warmth of Joel's presence, even as the ghosts of untold stories linger in the shadows.
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nahoney22 · 1 year ago
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Hi! Congrats on your follower celebration! And thanks for writing requests.
Could I request Wrecker x female with fluff/romance for the prompt “you know, you’re really hot when you’re angry.”?
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3000 Follower Prompt List Celebration
Wrecker X F!Reader
word count: 600 words
SFW
prompt:
“You know you’re really hot when you’re angry.”
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warnings: annoyed reader, mainly fluff, non established relationship, idiots in love, mutual pining. Female reader.
authors note: thank you for the support @merkitty49 and very sorry for the wait 🩵
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The boys observed you pacing aboard the Marauder, your frustration evident as you vented about the day's mishaps, which seemed to be pretty valid.
Not only had the meticulously planned mission gone awry from the very start, but returning to the Marauder revealed that it had been… infiltrated.
Evidently and most unfortunately, someone had left the gangplank down, allowing either the planet's inhabitants or its creatures to wreak literal havoc on board.
Echo murmured to Wrecker as they watched you kick at the debris from broken crates, followed by a drawn-out sigh of annoyance, "When do you think she'll calm down?"
Wrecker, watching you with a mix of fascination and concern, replied, "I ain't sure."
Typically, you were the epitome of calm and collected, but today, there was an unfamiliar side to you, one that had Wrecker oddly intrigued. He couldn't help but feel sympathetic about your frustration, but he also found your slightly vexed demeanor rather attractive.
So taking matters into his own hands, he approached you and gently rested his large hand on your shoulder, trying to halt your pacing. "Wanna sit down for a bit?"
"No, Wrecker," you sighed, "I want to clean it all up. I want this place to look spotless, just like I left it. In fact, I want all of you to clean up after yourselves, stick to the plan, and not go rogue! I want a hot shower! I want Mantell mix!" Your list of desires seemed to go on endlessly, reaching a point where it became almost comical. The more you listed, the more absurd your requests became, until you found yourself laughing at the chaos.
With your hands linked behind your neck, you took a deep breath and turned back to Wrecker with a sheepish expression. "Am I being overdramatic?"
A warm smile graced Wrecker's face as he gazed down at you, your outburst none short of endearing. His heart races in the intensity of the moment as your eyes locked onto each other. "You know, you're really hot when you're angry," he admitted, surprising both of you and causing a flutter in your stomach.
The unexpected compliment left you momentarily speechless, but it quickly chased away the frustration and distress of the day's events. You couldn't help but break into a grin, realising that Wrecker, the person you had secretly harbored feelings for a long time, had just called you hot.
"Really?" you replied, your eyes brightening with delight at his words.
Wrecker coughed awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of fluster and embarrassment. However, your positive reaction put him at ease, and he let out a chuckle, folding his arms across his broad chest. He was relieved that his brothers hadn't overheard his admission to you. "Sure," he continued, "but no, I don't think you're being dramatic."
"That's good to know," you replied with a sense of relief, letting your arms relax by your sides as you surveyed the mess once more. "I'll clean this up tomorrow. I can't be bothered right now."
Wrecker stepped forward, his willingness to help clear on his face. "We will help ya. We shouldn’t shy away from our cleaning duties." He was eager to do whatever it took to make you happy. But then again, he couldn't help the thoughts of making a mess to see you riled up again.
Grateful for his offer, the two of you decided to take a small walk together, and as the evening unfolded, perhaps, just maybe, a gentle kiss was shared. Maybe having the ship infiltrated wasn't such a bad thing after all sometimes.
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wolfoftheblackflames · 7 months ago
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Well, someone on Ao3 requested this, so I had fun with it. Enjoy my misfits. Here's the guys side of Girls' Day!
Boys' Day feat. Rosie:
It had been a tough week for the residents of the hotel, Sir Pentious was gone, Dazzle was gone, as were the weird egg bois. Charlie had taken the girls away alongside Angel Dust, but before she did she left a note with her dad Lucifer telling him that he could try to bond with the others with a Guys’ Day.
The short demon king sighed. He loved his little duckling and wanted to help her anyway he can, however the ones that were left were not really his cup of tea. There was one decent sinner which was Husk the bartender, his creation Razzle who had a case of depression due to Dazzle's death, and then the bane of his existence, Alastor the radio demon who he could care less for.
“It's for Charlie…” He took a deep breath and went down to the bar. “Heya buddy!” Lucifer grinned awkwardly.
Husk raised an eyebrow looking over. “Oh your majesty, what brings you to my bar?” He asked, trying to be polite.
“Well… Char-char gave me this note which suggested I get to know the guys of the hotel.” Lucifer replied, twirling his cane. “So…. What do ya do, Husky?”
Husk just gave him an unamused look, and sighed. “If you want the short version I'm basically in this place against my will and serving you knuckleheads.” He started holding a bottle. Lucifer blinked watching the cat demon take a swig. “How so?”
The bartender grumbled but shut his mouth upon seeing the man who owned his soul. “I simply asked him to come to this place. I thought it would be fun to watch the chaos unfold.” Alastor chimed in with his never ending grin.
“Ah the bellhop, how fun..” Lucifer narrowed his red eyes at the taller deer demon. “I heard you made a deal with my duckling..” He growled softly as Alastor laughed.
“Why yes I did, don't worry your highness I didn't take her soul. I simply wanted a little favor between friends.”
Lucifer growled with his eyes flashing pure red for a moment. “You slimy fucker, you better not make my little girl do anything stupid!”
Husk rolled his eyes though he noticed Razzle sitting on the couch looking depressed. Sighing the cat demon took a glass and poured some apple cider into it before bringing it over to the small goat dragon. “It's hard ain't it?”
“Bap…” Razzle replied, taking the drink.
Husk patted the goat demon on the back and took a swig of his own bottle. He looked over at the memorial for Sir Pentious. “It's hard losin’ a friend, eh?” He looked back down to Razzle, who sniffled. “Whoa hey, uh..” Husk jolted a bit when the little dragon just buried himself into the cat demon's fur while his creator bickered with Alastor.
“Tell you what, little king. If you can beat me in a simple cook-off, I'll tell you more about my deal with your little spawn. But if I win, you must refer to me as Alastor the All-powerful Radio demon.” The deer grinned as Lucifer growled. “And whose going to be the judge?” The smaller man asked, narrowing his eyes.
Alastor smirked, snapping his fingers as soon a knock came to the door. “We'll have three, Husker, your little goat, and a neutral party.” He chuckled and answered the door revealing Rosie the cannibal overlord.
“Oh my darling, you weren't kidding when you said the king was here! He looks scrumptious.” The woman cooed, smiling. “Now shall we get this fun cook off started?”
Over the next hour Husk, Razzle, and Rosie sat waiting and watched the two men walk into the way bigger than necessary kitchen. “One regular dish and one cannibal dish for Rosie.” Alastor smirked as Lucifer nodded wearing his cute as fuck frilly apron which said “An apple a day, keeps the assholes at bay.”
“Alright then. Let's get this party started little Bambi.” The king smirked “Because I'm going to fuck you.”
Alastor had his ears pinned back and an eye twitch. “I can't believe you made the same mistake twice…” He kept his grin.
Rosie giggled as Husk facepalmed with a groan. “Here we go..”
Alastor snapped his fingers as his shadow appeared with a cheeky grin. The two moved with ease as the taller red deer man began cooking his best dish, jambalaya.
Lucifer on the other hand struggled with the kitchen but smirked and snapped in fresh ingredients. “Let's see..” He swayed casually.
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Rosie giggled, looking amused, watching the boys try to outdo one another. “Are they always like that? It feels like a married couple spat.”
“Well no one gets under his skin like Lucifer does..” Husk muttered while taking a drink. “Aw it's nice. Our little ace in the hole found someone finally. Plus, the shortie is so cute.” Rosie teased with a playful tone.
Razzle remained quiet throughout the whole thing. However he perked up seeing the food both parties prepared. Alastor smirked, having three plates of his jambalaya, with two pots so he wouldn't mix the cannibal meat with regular one. He placed down the plates before his guest. “Enjoy.” He stated with his tentacles placing each one down.
Razzle sniffed and took a bite of the food. His nose scrunched up as he whined. It was too spicy for his liking. Husk took a bite and rubbed his chin looking amused. “Not bad..”
Rosie grinned, seeing her own plate. She soon elegantly took a forkful and ate some. “Oh my Alastor, this is quite a dish. However, I must refrain from voting until I have the dish the king made darling.”
“Of course my dear.” Alastor smirked, narrowing his eyes at Lucifer.
Lucifer playfully sauntered over like a showman and grinned “Well I've prepared a tasty feast for you three. For my little Razzle pookie, a pile of freshly made donuts, for the bartender a tasty looking apple pie, and for the lovely miss, a scrumptious meaty tart, just for you.” He smirked smugly at Alastor, who narrowed his eyes.
Razzle perked up and devoured the donuts, Husk blinked and ate a piece of pie with a slight hum, and Rosie, well she looked flattered as she ate the tart.
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The trio soon raised the symbol to whom their vote was for. Razzle had Lucifer, which was a rubber duck, Husk had Alastor's, which looked like a smiling creepy red cat, and the last vote Rosie she looked amused at the two waiting on bated breath. “I've gotta think it over, darling. Both were especially tasty.” The woman smiled with a playful giggle.
Both Alastor and Lucifer looked at one another annoyed when Rosie raised both signs. “A tie?!” Both men stared.
“Sorry Alastor, but both were so delicious!” Rosie replied, looking pleased.
Husk looked at her and shook his head as soon chaos erupted as the boys started to try and force one another to eat their food, claiming it was better than the other. So much so that Alastor playfully turned the knob up on the oven to ruin Lucifer’s batch of apple flavored danishes. This enraged the shorter man as he chased Alastor outside once the oven blew up.
Husk came out and sighed, not drunk enough for this, with Rosie holding Razzle like a baby and petting the goat. “You seem more relaxed, Husk. How come?”
“Huh, I suppose it's because I like the rest of the little shits in the hotel…” The bartender chuckled looking back however noticed on the top floor a pair of pink eyes looking at him. A small hint of red reached his cheeks as he smiled a bit. “Looks to me you're starting to fall for someone here eh?” Rosie smirked looking at Husk.
“Well they're nice drinking buddies..” The bartender smiled a bit seeing Angel Dust coming downstairs. “But maybe yeah, I guess it's because I feel comfortable around him now..” Husk admitted with a soft smile. Soon, he was laughing with the girls as they watched Charlie chew both her dad and ‘dad’ out for making a mess in the kitchen and fighting again.
(Yes I think sometimes Alastor and Lucifer bitch at one another like an old married couple. I may have a soft spot for Radioapple..)
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got-into-worm-by-mistake · 4 months ago
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Agitation 3.10 Live Reactions
(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)
It's July 4th, work is dead, I've got nothing else to do, let's try to plow through a bunch of these, shall we? At the rate I've been going I'll be at this all year.
The rest of the battlefield was chaos.  Patches of darkness covered everything, and the landscape was distorted.  In some of the areas Vista had warped, the rain wasn’t falling in a straight line.  One spot in particular had the rain moving horizontally before it dropped to help fill a massive puddle thirty feet across, where her power had made an indent in the ground.
I do like Wildow's attention to detail here, and the way these powers just... absolutely fuck everything up like this, and stay like that.
Bitch screamed, and it was a long and primal noise, filled with rage.  I was still inside the bank, watching things unfold through the window, barely able to hear it, and it still made my skin crawl.  So he’d shot the dangerous psychopath with a blast that made her angry.  Someone would have to explain that one to me at a later date.
I'd guess Gallant didn't shoot her with rage, it's just that Rachel's kind of messed up. But I could be wrong.
Seems an odd choice though, if he did.
Apparently that was order enough, because Judas charged at the teenager that was dressed like a science fiction Lancelot.
I love descriptions like this because they both tell us absolutely nothing about how it looks... and also tell us everything. I once read a fic that described the armor of a guy from a culture that went from medieval tech to space travel in like, 100 years (sorta, long story) as being 'Lord of the Rings, with Sci-Fi bolted on' (the POV character was from Earth), and it both told us nothing, and yet, told us everything.
Descriptions are hard, ya'll. Worst part of writing. Props to Wildbow.
Was someone’s power at work, giving me a headache?  There wasn’t anyone in the Wards, I was pretty sure, who could mess with your head like that.  Gallant could mess with your emotions, but he had to hit you with a light blast to do it.  The person on the roof, then?  I was fairly confident there wasn’t anyone in the Protectorate or New Wave who could affect me like this.
No one suspects the healer!
(also no one knows the healer can do this, but)
.  A gun, no less than fifteen feet long, with a barrel three or four feet across, all turret mounted on a circular platform not unlike the board he was riding.
I know technically there is no overkill, just "Open fire" and "I need to reload" but also...
Overkill.
I jumped for cover the moment I realized what he was doing.  There was a muffled sound, more a very large person someone hitting a punching bag than what I’d expect a laser cannon to sound like, and the window exploded. What was he doing?  We had hostages inside.  I turned to check, and saw there weren’t any hostages near me.  Did he know that?  Heat sensors in his visor?  Was someone watching me through the cameras and passing him info?  Damn it!  There was too much I didn’t know, and Tattletale wasn’t around to fill me in.
You know, if Kid Win and Victoria were dating, he could be the Collateral Damage Ken to her Collateral Damage Barbie.
But JESUS Kid, what the fuck?
(Yes, CDB is an incomplete representation of Vicky, but she does earn the nickname fairly at the early stages. I'm also going to assume it's an unfair representation of Kid Win, but still, *Man* wtf?)
The bugs were slow to react, slow to move and some were slipping from my grasp, returning to their instinctive behavior.  Making matters worse, I wasn’t blind to the fact that every time I gave a command, my headache got exponentially worse.
Given that Amy's little messing with the Black Widows only affected them, I'm surprised? Or is this just some sort of Master headache? Is she doing more with the swarm than usual?
 Aegis didn’t try to run this time.  He stood his ground and reached for his utility belt.  He retrieved something that looked like a miniature fire extinguisher. Then he pulled the pin. For the second time in a matter of minutes, I dove away from the window.  It wouldn’t be a grenade, but the option that made the most sense-  I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears just in time.  The explosion the flashbang grenade
Flashbang. Much more responsible, Aegis usually is in fic, so presumably in canon too. Tracks.
and Regent was striding out of the darkness, in Kid Win’s direction.
With his outfit and mask that actually probably looks kinda badass.
I whirled to face the voice, and saw the freckled, brown haired hostage that had been glaring at me when we’d first taken control of the bank lobby.  After that, I saw only stars as she slammed something large and blunt into the side of my head.
AMY! :rofl: Finally!
Okay, so like, I get that Amy's not the MC of Worm, but like, I've been waiting for the Fire Extinguisher smash the entire time I've been reading this Arc, so bear with me.
Amy's blorbo, okay?
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surveilenceysystem · 11 months ago
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「 COOKIES AND SHENANIGANS」
Character(s): Kang Yeosang x fem!reader
Synopsis: A Christmas at the dorm
Genre: Romance
Trope: Established Relationships
Trigger Warning: horrendously written fluff 😃
Network: @cultofdionysusnet
For: @nebulousbrainsoup
Divider: @cafekitsune
WC: 700
A/n: At first I wanted to write about a holiday destination in a snowy mountain but then I remembered I've never seen snow so here you have my shitty attemptat writing how i feel like the ideal (delusional) Christmas should be. Hope you like this Orion, I'm unfortunately very very bad at writing fluff so im sorry for this horrendously horrible fluff honestly it feels half written and kinda disjointed. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!🎄🎁
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The first thing Yeosang noticed in his sleepy state was the delicious smell of coffee and cookies. Possibly from the living room, he can hear the chaos of conversations downstairs as he sits up at his bed, an unconscious smile growing across his lips. Today was not like the other days when he wanted to go back to sleep—in fact, it was the exact opposite. He was eager to get up.
He hurried to the bathroom to freshen up, flinging the covers off of him. He realised it was snowing as he raced through his morning routine. And from his window, the view was breathtaking.
For him, it was a unique moment of peace……that is until it was broken by Wooyoung's laughter.
He hears a chorus of laughter as he leaves the comforts of his room. Halfway down the steps, he witnesses Wooyoung and San laughing wildly at Mingi as he sits on the floor and whines.
He doesn't have time to consider a question or a reaction before his eyes meet Y/n's, whose eyes brighten the moment she sees him.
"Good morning and merry Christmas, my love," Y/n smiles while she walks up to him and puts her hand on his cheek. She kisses him briefly but sweetly on the lip. She takes his hand and leads him downstairs to the living room, where the mayhem continues to unfold..
"What exactly happened here?" He questioned, amused at how wooyoung, who was still breaking into fits of giggles, managed to respond to Yeosang while mingi remained on the ground, sulking.
"Guess whose gingerbread house fucking crumbled? Mingi was bragging about how 'peRFeCt HiS hOUse wAs gOnNa bE' while we were making them." Yeosang could hear Mingi mumble something incoherent as his fiancée gave him a sympathetic back rub.
Yeosang looks at y/n, who had been staring at him already. She giggles for a moment, then quickly gathers herself.
"Mingi tried his best; guys don't bully him." Everyone else—aside from Wooyoung—stopped laughing at the subtle irony in San's tone, which led Mingi into yet another fit of whining.
In an effort to put an end to their antics, Y/n ushered everyone to complete their share of the last-minute decorations. Yeosang follows her into the kitchen and notes how everything will be set up on the counter, including cooking utensils and goods. He turned to face Y/n, who was holding a dish and had already put on an apron.
"What are you making?" Curious, he asked. Y/n kept swiftly moving around the kitchen as she kept gathering things.
"With everything that just happened, I think I'll make the cookies first. The plan was to make gingerbread houses, pies, and then cookies." Y/n gestures for him to sit by pointing to a chair, and she smiles at him then returns back to focusing on the baking.
Yeosang watched his lover at work, her nose pinched in concentration and her brows furrowed. As Yeosang got caught up in her, the background conversation gradually subsided. The way she walked, like the breeze carrying the crisp fragrance of freshly brewed coffee. It was like a hot cup of comfort every time she acknowledged him with a grin. How periodically she would lean in to kiss the top of his head, making his pulse skip a beat.
It brought back to him all the little things about her that he cherished. How she would kiss the spot beside his eye every time. How, when he went by, she would shield him from the jagged edges of the furniture so as to avoid injuries. How, each time they crossed the street, she would hold fast onto his hand. How she would blow on any hot food before offering it to him. How his friends adored her so much, and how she cared for them. His admiration for her stemmed from all of these reasons and more.
Maybe he'll pop the question sooner than later.
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Mayhem
"Genos..."
"Yes Sen-" A piece of soap came soaring in a wide arc to smack the young cyborg full on the face, stunning him into silence for a second. It fell into his hand, now imprinted with the vague definition of his features as a scream ran out from inside the locker room.
He frowned upon closer inspection; was that a bite mark embedded deep on the surface of the disfigured soap?
"Genos. Look," Saitama pointed calmly behind him in the doorway, his oval face boasting the same unreadable expression as always, a complete contrast to the chaos unfolding before them.
God was dead, and so were any of their remaining brain cells.
They, as in Metal Bat and Garou, were in the process of bashing each other's brains out in front of the hot tub with nothing but small towels wrapped around their waists, while a scantily clad Mumen Rider tried unsuccessfully to hold them apart. Bang and Atomic Samurai sat impassively in the tub behind them, occasionally commenting on their moves and acting as if nothing was wrong with two extremely buff and hot-headed boys trying their damn hardest to throttle each other. And was a baseball bat even allowed inside a locker room?
"Sensei, should we do something?" Genos asked with a glance at the bald hero.
"Nah, let's just find a place to sit before they burn down the building."
And part of him almost wished they did when Puri Puri Prisoner suddenly strutted in front of them buck-ass nude, heading with questionable intentions straight for Zombieman who was just trying to wash his hair on the bench.
"Hey! Cut it out you idiots! No one wants to deal with you two so just get out!" Another familiar voice rang out above all the noise as Amai Mask stomped over to the teenage brawlers, who were now completely naked and bloody. Neither pair seemed to realize that their towels had long been discarded, and Metal Bat was bleeding heavily from the face while Garou sported a few dark-colored bruises. Metal Bat swung once Amai Mask was within range, spitting out a few colorful curses that would put any sailor to shame as he missed by a hair.
The battle escalated, now a three-way fight as Mumen Rider lay passed out a few feet away, caught in the earlier crossfire. The poor guy would need new glasses once again.
"Here should be a good spot," Saitama said, pointing at a few unoccupied benches further away. It wasn't until a solid ten minutes that he sensed something was off, as if someone was watching him. Turning to the left, he was met with the blank gaze of a man in a furry white suit perched on top of the tiled wall, Watchdog Man.
How long has this guy been watching me?
He gazed back but Watchdog Man refused to look away. Maybe he was in an odd coma or something.
Okay...
"Sensei what's wrong?" Genos asked, as if sensing his discomfort.
"It's nothing I-" He was interrupted by a war cry as a ninja star suddenly lodged itself in the wall in front of him.
"Saitama! I've tracked you all the way here, now come fight me!" Sonic howled, not even waiting for a reply as he leapt towards him fully clothed from the entrance.
At least this one has clothes on, Saitama sighed.
"I'll take care of this Sensei!" Genos zoomed past him, incinerator glowing orange.
"No wait Genos! Don't use your cannons-"
BOOM!
The outer layer of the wall on the opposite side crumbled, leaving charred concrete behind as Sonic bounced around the open area.
"Ah, too late. Well, hopefully he has enough to pay for the repairs."
"Ah shit! You'll pay for that!" Flashy Flash roared as Sonic and Genos barreled into him and knocked him into a bucket of soapy water.
"Wait Flashy Flash!" Child Emperor pleaded, immediately chasing after them with the help of mechanical spider legs that sprouted from his backpack. The bathhouse really needed to upgrade their security. The three of them were now a dizzy blur dancing around the locker room.
Zombieman was sent flying into the wall as they rammed into him blindly, the back of his head hitting the wall with a sickening crack.
"Sorry!"
"Oh my God you killed him!" Puri Puri Prisoner sobbed in anguish, sprinting after him in all his naked glory.
Truth be told, to Zombieman the brief respite that death offered was far better than the awkward conversation he had been having with the ex-convict after the shittiest pick-up line he had ever heard in his entire immortal life.
"Have you ever been arrested?" Puri Puri Prisoner purred, fluttering his eyelashes at the pale man.
Zombieman furrowed his brows, replying with a very confused and hesitant "No?"
"Why do you ask?" He continued, nearly shuddering at the way the tall hero was eyeing his exposed chest.
"Because it must be illegal to look that good," Puri Puri Prisoner finished, and Zombieman could swear that the world was out to get him.
"Uh thanks," he muttered awkwardly. Never in his life would he have thought he would have be hit on by a criminal hero in the middle of a locker room full of out-of-control men acting like it was the goddamn apocalypse.
Yeah, death sounded good right about now. He would take every precious second enjoying the darkness before he healed and was dragged back into that living nightmare. Perhaps it was time to invest in some therapy.
"Garou, my boy, did you forget every technique I taught you? You're holding your hand wrong. You need to strike with your palm at an angle," Bang corrected as Metal Bat dodged his attack.
"Shut up old man! I wasn't trying to use your stupid technique anyways!" Garou snarled, springing forward again.
"Hey whose side are ya on anyways?"
"Sorry Metal Bat, old men like myself just can't help it," Bang grinned sheepishly.
"You dare turn your back on me?" Amai Mask punched him in the ribs with his momentary distraction, only enraging the seventeen-year-old more.
"I'll rip yer fucking head off you prick!"
"I don't think I ever want to come here again," Saitama said calmly as he watched a fire break out in the wet bathhouse.
A ninja star exploded behind him as Puri Puri Prisoner strutted past his vision. 
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whumpshaped · 2 years ago
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Heya I was wondering what you could do something with some specific types of injuries/alterations? Spinal injuries, broken jaw, forced body mods, and/or whump related to neglect?
Dollhouse Masterlist
tw lady whump, lady whumper/whumpee, jaw wired shut, spinal injury, captivity, dehumanisation
"I told you to close your mouth," Grace chided as she was working on the wires securing Fleur's dislocated jaw. "You never listen, do you? But at least this'll keep you from hurling nasty insults at me for a while. Maybe I'm a little glad you're so stubborn." Fleur glared at her, making her giggle.
Grace didn't like to hit the dollies. They weren't supposed to be hit. But Fleur just had a talent for ticking her off, and with her impulsive nature, it was impossible to avoid a slap here and there. She had always given a warning, though; maybe this time, Fleur had mistaken it for Grace telling her to shut up, instead of a command aimed at closing her mouth for safety reasons. Either way, the doll got herself a dislocated jaw, and upon losing her balance, a couple painful bruises as well.
Oh well.
"Did you hit yourself badly?" Grace asked with an uncharacteristic amount of gentle concern in her voice. Of course, Fleur wasn't one to appreciate it; she gave a little grunt, never easing up on the death glare. "I'm tired of your attitude, you know. I'm just trying to tend to you, and you're still being bad." She sighed, stepping away from the chair and crossing her arms. "I think I'm gonna leave you here."
Fleur tried not to show it, but she was terrified of that happening. Spending the night strapped to a chair was already a horrid experience. That paired with the pain from her jaw and aching back was a recipe for straight up torture.
She didn't exactly know what was wrong with her spine. When she fell, she had happened to fall on something, and for a split second, it had made her body go numb. Feeling came back into her limbs quickly, but god, she wished it hadn't. It had been pure agony. By now, she could feel a prominent bump right where that thing had dug into the space between her vertebrae.
And Grace was telling her that she was going to spend the night with her lumpy back pressed against a wooden chair. With her jaw still throbbing. No painkillers.
Fine. Fine. She put on her best act, looking up at Grace with those puppydog eyes she seemed to like. She didn't make a sound, just tried to look pretty and remorseful, just like a doll was supposed to.
Grace unfolded her arms and put her hands on her hips instead, heavily debating whether to fall for this tactic. Obviously, it was an act. She knew that. They both did. But was it a good enough act for her to feel entertained and happy? Was it good enough to fill the void in her chest, left behind by all those ungrateful toys from her childhood that refused to get better, no matter how much she fussed over them?
"I'll come back in the morning," she said eventually.
Fleur couldn't keep her composure. Desperate little whimpers escaped from her temporarily locked mouth, only serving as further proof that Grace was making the right choice.
She watched helplessly as her captor left the room, dooming her to a night of anguish. She thought the pain in her back had been bad before, when she was forced to sit still for the wiring process. She couldn't even imagine the pain that would come with sitting still for eight to ten more hours.
The pink numbers on the display of Grace's digital clock shone brightly, and Fleur had nothing to do other than stare and wait for them to change.
Ten hours to go.
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