#THE LONG AWAITED PART 2 YAY

[fives-girlfriend]

A/N: New here? Start at First Impressions, part 1!

Lockdown, part 2

Perhaps Asha isn't as much of an outsider with Clone Force 99 as she thinks she is.

Read Part 1

Characters: TBB, OC (Asha Kurr)

Warnings: Minor descriptions of injuries, some mild dissociation, general anxiety. Not much in terms of bad.

Word count: 2,404

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Asha could hardly recall the rendezvous. Everything was an adrenaline-addled blur; she remembered Echo's voice over comms, informing them that they were in position. She remembered hearing the thudding of footsteps and nearly jerking out her blaster on instinct until she saw Tech and Crosshair coming up the rise. She hardly remembered when Hunter and Wrecker arrived a minute later, smelling of smoke and burnt fuel. The six of them made a mad dash for the ship, and from then, Asha could finally let the ringing in her ears fade. Her entire body was on autopilot as they left planetside; she sat down in one of the crash seats, and from within the cockpit, she could hear Hunter and Echo reconvening while Tech got them all into hyperspace.

"I couldn't get much before the lockdown hit," Echo stated, "nothing that we don't already know. But I think I might've been able to pull a base of operations, a larger outpost than the one we just hit. When I'm able, I'll upload the information to the Commander."

"It's better than nothing," Hunter sighed. "We got what we came for, that's what matters. How's your…?"

"...short," Echo replied with a hollow chuckle. "Emergency removal. It was either this, or take the outlet with us. We didn't have the time to cut through the wall. She can replace it soon enough, there should be spare parts in storage."

Everything fell silent after that, at least to Asha's perspective. She was already putting away her new gear, now smudged with dust and dirt and soot. She felt like she was floating, each motion nearly robotic as she stashed away her gear and ambled her way to find Echo. She still had to help him - check on him, see how he was doing. But before she could even think to reach him, a warm, calloused hand rested on her shoulder, partially yanking her from her daze.

Hunter looked down at her, and Asha could see in his eyes the moment their gazes met just how concerned he was. For a moment, she was puzzled - but it slowly dawned on her as she fully took in where it was that they were. They were in hyperspace now, and had been for at least several minutes. They had left the surface some time ago. She had hardly realized it - it had felt more like seconds. She was suddenly very acutely aware of how hard her heart was pounding, and she actually tried to will it to slow. And as if it were even possible, her crimson face flushed an even darker red in embarrassment and shame, tinting her white facial markings a rosy pink.

"...Asha, relax." Hunter's voice was low and even as he spoke, and Asha took a shaking breath. "It's done. You can breathe now. Echo told me what happened."

That somehow only served to worsen Asha's anxious tension, having been so lost in her own head that she hadn't even heard the conversation barely a room away. What did he tell him? That she nearly fell? That she panicked? That she had mutilated him, that she could hardly think the entire time?

Hunter sighed. He could hear the way her heart thudded even faster, and he moved to stand in front of her, both hands now resting on her shoulders. "You did good. You were caught in a situation neither of you were prepared for, and you adapted. The first field mission is never easy. As far as those go… you did exactly what you were supposed to."

Asha's breath caught, then slowly left her in a quiet exhale. She could see just the scarcest nod from Hunter - breathe. Just breathe. She did good. She did what she was supposed to. She…

"...I… have to go help Echo," Asha muttered, straightening herself up and rolling her shoulder. The knot in the muscle was painfully tense, and no doubt that her shirt was just barely covering a harsh bruise from pulling it so sharply… Hunter gave her a bit of a look, to which Asha could only sigh. "I'll take care of it once Echo and I are done, okay? I'll live. It's just a pulled muscle."

"Just… let us know if we can help," Hunter said softly, giving her a small pat on her uninjured shoulder before dipping away back into the ship proper. Asha smiled for a moment, gentle and fond, before carefully making her way down into storage to find a replacement scomp, no doubt buried under the errant piles of scrap she and Tech had both jointly accumulated.

—

"Echo?" Asha called out as she stepped into the cockpit, a few things in her arms - a replacement scomp, her toolkit, a small twist-jar of bacta gel for bruising. "Got a sec?"

Echo was currently occupying the copilot seat, and when he swiveled around to look at her, he took in all she was holding and actually smiled. "There you are. Come on, let's get to it - I just wanna get this over with, if… that's alright with you."

"Perfectly fine," Asha said softly as she set down everything she had and knelt down in front of him, picking up the scomp and lining it up with its port. "Want me to walk you through it again?"

"...not this time," Echo responded, a bit quieter. "If- if you wouldn't mind. I kind of just want it to be done with."

"Fine by me." Asha didn't argue, and instead set straight to work. "I've done this fix a million times before, okay? I'm gonna deactivate the pros-"

Echo shot her a look, and she quickly shut her mouth. Force of habit, she realized. Wordlessly, Asha deactivated his prosthetic arm, and set to work on reattaching the scomp to its port. It was a silent procedure, at least. Everyone seemed rather tired out from the mission, and decompression was sorely needed. The fix, all in all, took maybe five minutes. The second she was done, Asha reactivated his arm, and sat back on her haunches with a smile. "And there we go. Move your elbow for me?"

Echo did so, going through the motions as he tested out the maneuverability of his arm once again.

"Good. Wanna just, plug into the outlet real quick so we can make sure it works? I've no doubt in my work, of course, it's just a routine diagnostic and-"

"And now you're sounding like Tech," Echo replied with a small smirk, earning a gaping look from Asha that quickly melted into a laugh the second she noticed that the aforementioned pilot had turned to look at them, an incredulous look on his face. Asha was right, though - her work was flawless. When plugged in, his arm was as good as new.

Satisfied, Asha opted to take the now-unoccupied copilot seat, and work on applying the bacta gel she had brought along to her pulled shoulder. However, upon moving to shift her arm out of its sleeve, she hissed in pain and had to stop. Her range of movement was now severely stunted thanks to that strained muscle, and even just getting it out of her shirt to try and heal it was proving problematic. Frustrated and embarrassed, Asha started to stand so she could go somewhere private to try and work it out, but she was stopped when a surprisingly gentle hand settled on her uninjured shoulder.

"Let me help," Echo said softly, as he stepped behind Asha. "Here, lean forward a bit. What do you need?"

His forwardness genuinely shocked her, all things considered. In her mind, she was still more or less just a nuisance to this squad - a very stubborn nuisance, one that was determined to do what she was assigned to do, and make friends while doing it. She felt that her presence was an inconvenience to them at best. But when Echo asked that gentle question - what do you need? - a slight flush came to Asha's face as she glanced over her shoulder.

"...I-I just wanna get my arm out of my sleeve so I can- so I can get this gel on my shoulder. I pulled it when you caught me from falling off the roof back there, heh…" she muttered, rather embarrassed by her vulnerability. A certain look crossed Echo's face, and he lightly shook his head while he moved to start helping her carefully shift her arm out of the confines of her top, a little bit at a time.

"You're never going to stop helping me before taking care of yourself, aren't you? This is the second time already, Asha," he chided her, but nothing in his tone even hinted at the idea of anger. Asha let out an airy chuckle, not looking back at him but instead keeping her gaze forward at the endless expanse of hyperspace outside.

"It's my job to help you, Echo. Simple as that."

"Is that the only reason you're so adamant, then? Just because it's your job?" he asked, adding on a small "Here, hold this for me." as he passed the small jar of gel to Asha for her to hold. Practiced fingers smeared the cool blue substance onto the harsh bruise that was forming on her strained muscle, and her form sagged in relief as the ache began to ease.

"...started out that way," Asha mumbled. "Rex sent me here. He and I worked together before, and I don't take his orders lightly. I was… determined to do right by him. Then I actually started getting to know you guys, and…"

She trailed off as Echo finished applying the medicine, and she went to close the jar again, already starting to feel better thanks to his help. "I realized really quickly that this wasn't just another deployment. I… I hadn't worked with another battalion since I left the 501st, so I was… I-I was keeping things stiff and rigid. I wanted to keep a distance."

"You are remarkably bad at that," Tech suddenly spoke up from the pilot's seat, making Asha jump - she had genuinely forgotten he was there. When he saw the scandalized look on her face, he tilted his head slightly as if confused by her reaction. "I'm only speaking based on my observations. You've shown from the moment you set foot into our barracks that you have a remarkable tendency to get attached to people quickly. Keeping your distance was never an option for you, I figured that much was obvious."

Asha was dumbfounded, and she heard a quick exhale behind her that she knew was a split-second attempt at hiding a laugh. She rolled her eyes and moved to stand up, looking all sorts of playfully annoyed. "You guys are the worst. So what if I wanna actually be your friend now, huh? Would that really be so bad?"

Echo sighed, and he looked over to Asha with a gentle smile. She'd shown him by now what it is she was capable of - how she treated them. This wasn't just another assignment to her, despite how much she cited it as such. "No, Asha… that wouldn't be bad at all."

—

The gunner loft was Asha's sanctuary. Whenever she wanted space, or just a place to be comfortable, this was the spot to do it. That sanctuary wasn't going to last for much longer at the moment though, not as Asha peeked up from her datapad at the first hint of movement out of the corner of her eye. And there Crosshair stood in front of the ladder leading up, his perpetual scowl somehow deepened, body tense, an air of such utter vitriol emanating from him that it made Asha's heart pick up. He didn't even wait for her to speak, cutting her off the moment she opened her mouth.

"I don't know what it is you're playing at, or how you've got everyone fooled," he spat, "but you're going to have to try harder than that."

"Wh- what-?" Asha quickly tried to retort, but Crosshair was as quick on the draw as ever.

"Don't play dumb, mechanic," he continued. "Humor me. Your record showed that you went months without any contact whatsoever from the army. You left your old assignment - not dismissed, left - and went radio silent. What happened between you and the 501st, hm? If you're so adamant about being friendly, why don't you go ahead and tell us what you're hiding-"

“Crosshair!” Hunter’s voice cut the air like a knife, silencing his brother as he quickly stepped forward to put himself between the two. Asha looked genuinely startled, and Crosshair somehow looked even more bitter than before. “That’s enough. What’s gotten into you?”

Crosshair didn’t grace Hunter with a response. Instead, he backed down – not without shooting a glare to both Asha and his brother, before stalking off to head below deck. Hunter didn’t flinch, and Asha let out a low, anxiety-riddled sigh. Hunter was, at this point, entirely used to her heart pounding in fear and worry, and he turned to face her with a calm, but remorseful expression. “...I’m sorry, Asha. He’s… never been one to trust outsiders. He’ll come around eventually.”

“Yeah, I… I’m used to being the odd one out, heh,” Asha replied with a hollow chuckle, setting down her datapad. “Believe me, I’ve gotten way worse than some weird accusations thrown around at me. I… I’ll cope with it.”

“...well, if it means anything to you,” Hunter began, a small smirk drawing up on his lips, “we’re all the odd ones out in this squad. So to me, it seems like you fit right in.”

At that, Asha actually laughed – and Hunter could count it as a win that he got her to smile. With the tension dissipated, eventually Asha was once again left alone – and a certain sort of quiet descended over her as she watched hyperspace swirl by from outside the gunner loft. She was free to let her mind wander, and it kept wandering back to Crosshair’s accusation.

She never wanted to leave the 501st, not really. She traced shapeless patterns on the back of her hand as she stared out the window, and leaned her head back as her eyes eventually slipped closed, lost in thought. At least she still had their memories, she thought.

A few silent tears slipped down her cheeks.

At least she still had their memories together.

[ssapphic]

naughty.

[caitlin clark & paige bueckers x reader]

18+

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“get off my cock” caitlin growls in a low tone. her fingertips dig into the skin of your hips, throwing you to the side of her.

you’ve been riding her for what’s felt like hours, her veiny hands glued to your ass, slamming you down on her thick silicone strap. every time you’ve come close to finishing, caitlin taunts you. she’ll still herself inside of you, staring up at you with those evil dark eyes. “what?” she smirks, you’re completely fucked out — and desperate for relief.

the tall blonde at the end of the bed sits up, “my turn, c?” awaiting the nod of approval from the brunette dom, paige’s piercing hazel eyes trail your body, hungry for the sweet milky seepage dripping out of your used hole.

“all yours” caitlin peers at paige as she watches from the other side of the bed, stroking her plastic dick. paige kisses your knees, sliding her lips down to your inner thigh.

paige is so soft, and sweet. the polar opposite of your other 6 foot girlfriend. caitlin is dirty, rough, relentless. especially after a loss or a hard practice, she’s coming home and absolutely ruining you. even if she’s in a good mood, she pounds into you until you’re drooling and crying.

your legs are trembling. paige’s tongue is your favorite way to cum. her kitten licks, the way her long fingers dip inside of you as your clit is submerged in her mouth. she’s a talker too, even with a face full of pussy. “mmm- you like that baby?” her once gentle gaze now dark and eager. you feel your tummy start to swarm with that warm feeling, and paige feels it too. your toes are curling, your eyes are squeezed shut, the pressure in your abdomen caused by the brunette is finally coming to a sweet release — until it’s not.

caitlin’s strong grip on your jaw snaps you out of your blissed out state. “wh-wha-” you mumble out, confused and needy, another orgasm denied. you look at paige, who is now buckling the strap to her waist.

“d’aww, you’d really think i’d let her finish what i started?” her voice is silky and smug.

before you can process what’s going on, caitlin’s on top of you, her knee pressed firm against your puffy bundle of nerves. her slender fingers slide to the back of your throat, “tell me what you want, and if i can’t understand you, you’re not gettin’ it.” you whine from beneath her, trying so hard to choke out your words.

“c’mon baby, speak. or else”

♡ authors note - first post yay :3 this is so self indulgent but idc. i was literally in the shower n couldn’t stop thinking abt this >_< if ur also in love with two basketball mascs, this is 4 u ♡ also i’m down to make a part 2 of this, just wanna see if it does well first hehe ♡

[jhdyuiee]

Christmas After Hours

✮ pairing: fiance!jaehyun x fem!reader

✮ warnings/tags: smut!, 69, multiple positions/orgasms, protected sex, tit/breast play, kissing/making out, dirty talk, pet-names/name-calling, cursing, fluff (cute :/), explicit content minors dni!

✮ w.c: 1.8k

✮ a.n: PART 2 of be there for me.

con't -> hi, jiji back! today is a special day! today makes 1 year since i released my first fic (link up above) & so to commemorate that, i've brought to u a part 2, yay! hope u can all enjoy this one, as well as enjoy your Christmas for those of u who celebrate! love u all <33

12. 26

Fuck. 

What time is it?

1 a.m? 2 a.m? 5 a.m?

How long have we been going at it?

It’s the morning after Christmas, the morning after your long-termed boyfriend, Jaehyun, asked you to marry him. It was a joyous occasion, so joyous that you two had to celebrate back here in the suite he managed to book.

When you arrived it was lit up by a fake-candled pathway and rose petals that were scattered that led to the massive bedroom. In there awaited balloons, a rose-petaled heart on the bed, and balloons with your and his initial. It was sort of cliche, but cute.

Yet the cute set-up didn’t last long, you were glad you were able to manage to snap a picture before he had you on the bed, in whatever position he desired.

Honestly, you two were going at it like a pair of animals in heat. No compliments though, you loved it when this side of Jaehyun popped out, a 180 from his innocent and gentle facade.

And now he had you where he wanted you all night. Your sweet, sensitive cunt against his mouth, and his–still–hardened member touching your soft lips.

You kissed along his shaft, using one of your hands to rub his leaking tip. You spread his cum along his cock before licking it right off. He groaned against your pussy lips, darting his tongue out to tease your pulsing hole.

Your own tongue worked its way along his cock, to his leaking tip. You swirl your tongue around it, using the tip of your tongue to lick along his tip’s slit. The sensation of his moans vibrating against your clit.

He bit on your clit gently before tugging on it with only his lips. After playing and teasing your clit, he lets go, working his lips to kiss down your pussy lips. When they’ve arrived at their desired destination, he uses his thumbs to open your lips right up. Jaehyun licks his lips as he’s about to devour you; devour your sweet juices.

When you begin to sink down his cock, your eyes begin to water. You try breathing, inhaling oxygen as you take him in more and more. You could feel as his tip reached the back of your throat, an indication you need an inch or two more before he’s fully within you.

Your moans against his cock don’t stop during this whole ordeal when you feel his tongue dive inside you. You could feel as it presses against your gummy walls in an attempt to stretch you out, only for you to squeeze right back up.

Once you feel he’s all in, you take a couple seconds to a minute accommodating before you start bobbing your head along his cock. You keep it slow and steady, wanting to savor the moment.

Yet on the other hand, Jaehyun wanted you to cum all over him now. He wanted a taste of you, he was a thirsty man, growing dehydrated. And a simple cure of your juices to save him from dying.

He works his tongue faster inside you, slurping and squelching noises bouncing off the walls as he devours you. Though to your surprise, he takes his tongue out leaving you to whine against his shaft.

“Go faster on me baby, if not I’m not letting ya’ cum,” he says in a sultry tone.

You wasted no time, you worked your mouth faster against his shaft, managing to pick up on the small “good girl” comment Jaehyun said before he dove back inside. He worked faster, each stroke against your walls better than the one before. He teased you cunt inside, and managed to use a finger to rub your clit.

You don’t even notice as you begin grinding against his face, wanting his tongue to delve in deeper and deeper. You could feel it, feel as if you're about to gush against him face.

You pick up your pace too, bringing your hands into the mix to fondle his balls before helping your mouth move along his shaft. As you alternate between the two, you feel him twitch inside you, indicating he was about to cum as well.

You two worked your ways faster and faster, bringing one another closer and closer to each other’s highs. And with a pinch to your clit and swirling of your tongue along his tip, you two came. Your sweet juices adorning the entirety of Jaehyun’s face, and his cum coating the insides of your mouth a pretty white.

You made sure all of his cum was inside you, even the bit that managed to slip past your lips, before you swallowed it. Feeling satisfied.

He, too, felt satisfied as he licked up every drop. Jaehyun can’t contain the noises coming out of his mouth as he gets a taste of you more and more. Your pussy was just too perfect, made just for him. And as he finishes getting the last drops, you shift positions.

“Scoot up a bit Jaehyun, against the headboard,” you say, breathlessly.

He doesn’t hesitate, moving all the way back until he hits the headboard. And he watches and you crawl to him, so hot. He wouldn’t dare tear his eyes off you. He watches as you get place your legs on either side of him.

“Could you go a little further down?” you asked.

And he does until his head hits the headboard. Perfect, you thought.

You shift downward a bit as well, until his cock rubs along your cunt. You throw your head back, a moan escaping your lips as you continue grinding yourself on his cock. You wait for it to harden before grabbing another condom to slip on his cock. Rubbing yourself once more to coat him, you lift yourself up a bit before sinking right onto his cock.

“Shit, feels so good baby,” Jaehyun groans as he feels your cunt on him again.

When he’s all in, you move up and down on his cock. Your hands resting on his chest as a means of guidance as you continue moving inside him. You bite your lips as you feel it kiss your g-spot with every thrust. Yet, you couldn’t keep up with this pace for long. Your moves slowed and Jaehyun noticed it too.

“Need some help baby?” he says as he grips onto your hips, ready to control.

You don’t respond, nodding your head as you lay down onto his chest. “Don’t worry I got you,” he whispers into your ear before gripping onto your ass so he could slide out before thrusting himself back in.

“Oh god!” you moaned in delight.

Jaehyun thrusts into you at an inhuman pace, his stamina still strong. The slapping of skin echoing in the room, mushing together with your moans. Your back aches and arms wrap around him as he fucks himself into you.

“S- Stop,” you moan, capturing his attention. He locks eyes with you, faces only centimeters apart. His thrusting slowed and you take the opportunity to lift yourself back up. Jaeyun joins you, eyes not breaking from yours.

“To- Together,” you say before helping in fucking yourself onto his cock as he tried doing the same. He admires you, taking you in and taking in the way your tits bounced with every thrust. He bows his head down, taking one of your tits into his mouth. He licks your nipple, sucking on it before turning his attention to your bud.

You clench around him, moans turning into pants as you continued fucking yourself on him. And once he lets go of your tit with a pop, focusing on your mouth next. He kisses you with much desire and lust, fighting his tongue with yours before parting from you the same time he feels himself reaching.

“Cum together?” he asks in more of a whisper.

“Y-Yes,” you softly moaned.

And with one rough thrust from Jaehyun’s side you both came, collapsing into him. He holds you close, holds you tight almost as if someone would take you away.  And just then Jaehyun gets you on your stomach, lifting your hips up so your ass is sticking in the air.

The cool air replaces where his cock was before, and you hear the ripping of another condom. Jaehyun rubs his cock on your ass, placing both hands on your hips as he then sinks his cock inside you again.

You were still sensitive from your other orgasm, and the many from before, that you almost came right then and there. You hold off for a while longer, mind going crazy from the way Jaehyun’s cock kissed your cervix.

“How do you always feel so good,” Jaehyun says, loving the way you're still pulsating around him.

His hands touch the skin of your ass, groping the flesh before slapping it with his hands. You arch your back even more, clenching like crazy around him.

Slap. Slap. Slap

“My sweet girl loves getting her ass slapped, right? Loves it when she gets treated like a slut?”

“Y-Yes! Oh, fuck, yes Jae- your… your slut, only yours,” you moan, words unable to formulate in your brain with every rough thrust he gives to you.

You’re nearly knocked out, seeing stars in your eyes. You lose control over your body, feeling as it lets go around his cock for another time tonight. You cum with incoherent phrases, curse words flying through the air as Jaehyun gives you yet another satisfying release.

Jaehyun doesn’t stop as you cum on him, he fucks you through it as he wants to meet his own high. Yet lucky him, with the view in front of him: your back arching beautifully, ass red with his hand prints, and the mutters of his name coming from your mouth, he cums into the condom once more.

He takes his cock out, slipping the condom off and tying it before tossing it to the bin beside the bed. He turns to find the box of condoms gone, the whole pack. He mutters a small, “fuck” under his breath. He truly was a wild animal, a predator.

As he then turns to you he sees you passed out, exhausted from tonight– the night he passionately devoured you. A dimpled-smile touches his lips as he inches towards you. He gently moves your body to lay against his. He admires your beauty, how was it that you glowed even more now?

You were his favorite everything– person, place, song, smile, laugh, color, flower, food, hobby, the list goes on. And to think he’d now be able to spend the rest of his life with you, together until you two are grey and old, feels like a dream come true. You were always going to be his lover, in this life, his past life, and the next life.

His hand takes a hold of yours, he sees as the diamond ring, the engagement ring, illuminates through the night light. He kisses your ring, eyes coming to shut. And before they manage to close he whispers…

“I love you, my wife.”

© jhdyuiee

2024. 12. 24

final a.n: merry christmas! now that a year has passed, i can't wait for what the future has in store for this blog <33. thank u for giving me the strength to write, i love u all so dearly <33

[ouiouimochi]

Rayne, Rayne (Part 2)

Part 1

pairing/s: rayne ames x f!reader, rayne ames x you

genre: childhood friends, self-sacrificing mc, hurt/comfort, resolved misunderstanding, fluff (yay)

wc: 4.7k

warnings: mentions of injuries, violence, human experiments, swearing. there's elements of comedy I think, it's half unserious I'm sorry, semi proof-read

taglist: @kaoiyeva @judithregulus @ctmaw

here's the long awaited part 2, thank you for your patience <33

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In the meeting room of the Bureau, the Divine Visionaries gathered to discuss Rayne's report on the mission as the said male had just been dismissed to go rest.

“A failed first mission for a Divine Visionary, a reconnaissance at that.” Orter pushed up his glasses as he evaluated the report.

“Failed reconnaissance it may be, all the pertinent information had been gathered for us to finally make a move against the organization. They're using live human test subjects.” Sophina argued, although agreeing that it could've been handled a bit more cleanly.

“I'd say they did more than expected… We also managed to retrieve useful intel. Not only that, they single handedly managed to wipe out their security— elite ones included— as well as handled the executive mostly involved in the suspicious activities. It's quite a surprise to have discovered that the executive used an illegal magic booster, though.“ Kaldo analyzed the results of the mission.

The Light Cane laughed boisterously, before snapping his finger.

“To think young students like them were able to handle the enemies like that before the brilliant me could've arrived to handle it all! Impressive, I must say!” Ryoh approved.

Everyone else followed through after hearing Ryoh’s thoughts. It was due to the blond’s description of the organization as he arrived— it was just more than a mess with unconscious bodies endlessly littering the hallways. He also noted how he did catch the other executives fleeing but unable to locate the head perpetrator. So color him surprised when he discovered said missing perpetrator dealt with and a hauntingly huge rift on the ground being left behind.

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The medical bay of the Bureau was only filled with the sounds of gentle breathing coming from the lone patient resting on one of its hospital beds. Rayne walked in, seating himself on a chair beside the bed.

The male sighed as he observed how peacefully you were breathing as if you didn't exhaust yourself to unconsciousness in his first mission. You definitely gave him something to worry about when you immediately passed out after casting one last support spell on him that ended up turning the tide into his favor.

He wondered how much magic you poured into him that it was just enough for him to activate his Thirds and swiftly defeat that executive— leaving behind a big crater in the process that it was a surprise that the whole building didn't collapse.

The honey eyed male wondered what goes through your brain as you always seemed to follow him around despite his cold demeanor. How you stuck around despite never outwardly acknowledging your presence nor help.

Again, he wondered how much would you be willing to sacrifice for him— just as you always seemed to do ever since meeting him again in Easton. You were so much as ready to let him leave you behind, after all.

He can't help but think you were a huge help as well as a huge headache.

The half blond massaged his temple, having found himself to be slightly angry at your self-sacrificing attitude.

He stops.

He stops to think as to why he'd be angry… to why he cares about your well-being… since when have you managed to worm yourself to a soft spot amidst the steel walls he built up— the same walls that kept away Finn in hopes to protect him.

Just how? It was unfathomable for him. For the first time, he outwardly expressed an emotion on his face.

You stirred in your bed, slowly becoming conscious— registering your surroundings at your own pace.

The smell of antiseptics and medical herbs greeted your senses first. The feeling of the soft blanket that covered you was next. Lastly, your eyes were greeted by an angry Rayne.

You blinked away the dots that slip into your vision— ‘Wait.’ a pause.

You bolted right up and looked at the figure seated on a chair beside your hospital bed. You then held your head as you got slightly dizzy from the sudden movement. Groaning when the ache in your bones finally registered as well.

It was silent. You looked up and confirmed that it was Rayne who was indeed seated there. And he wore an expression of concern.

Well… there wasn't much of a change in his stoic expression from another's perspective. Rather, you noticed the way his eyebrows shift and eyes widen from their previous positions of furrowed and narrowed. To be fair, they were minimal changes that only you can notice at a glance…

The silence hanging in the air was awkward as you two inadvertently engaged in a staring contest.

You broke that silence with an equally awkward, “Hi…?”, you were just hella confused why the dual-colored haired male was angry at you the moment you awoke.

You don't think you've ever seen him this expressive since you reunited with him back in middle school. You panicked and got more confused as his eyebrows twitch further down just by a really barely noticeable bit. You're actually starting to get nervous now.

“Why.” he spoke suddenly— you're just in a spiral of confusion at this point.

“Why… what…?” you respond back with a slight head tilt, absolutely clueless.

“Why would you do that?”

“What exactly????”

Rayne was absolutely getting annoyed at how clueless you were, he sighs before proceeding with what he's gonna say.

“Why were you so willing to just sacrifice your life like that?” He spoke up, eyes fiercely looking into your own. You were astounded, about to respond back, but interrupted by your childhood friend.

“Why do you just… Do all these things for me?”

He never broke eye contact.

“Why… do you accompany me in my tasks, help me out in Fortune Telling class… Why do you even follow me around even though I push you away?”

“Just why… even after all these years… why would you get close?” He ended.

A silence passes over… each second passing by causing Rayne to regret— to think he might've talked too much.

You looked down on your hands that you unconsciously curled together on your lap during the golden-eyed male’s interrogation. Looking solemn, before speaking up.

“It's just… to make it up to you, I guess…”

“You know since you and Finn suddenly disappeared… I've been wondering to myself if I was being too mean… Maybe that one little stupid ‘rayne, rayne, go away’ song I continuously sang might've just actually been the last straw and you left…” You admit…

Rayne was gaping at you—not in the open mouth flabbergasted expression, but gaping as just blankly staring— although you didn't notice it as you continued.

You laugh slightly, although it lacks humor in it. “As I grew up, I had to think back that maybe it was childish to think that was the reason you two left… But I just started thinking more… of how I should have treated you at least a little bit kinder as kids… Given that you and Finn were the only ones who stuck around with my mean self…” You twiddled with your thumbs.

“I changed myself for the better I guess… even my mother was surprised when I told her I wanted to study some subjects at that age..”

“So yeah… I guess it was just pure fate that I managed to meet you again— I felt that I just had to make it up to you…” You look up to the male to gauge his reaction, only to be met with him holding his face in his left hand while the other rests on his hip.

Rayne was absolutely…so dumbfounded that he had to ground himself back to reality by letting things process. He breathed to himself as he pieces together what you told him.

‘So all that kindness and sacrifice despite my treatment… ‘ He started… Rayne Ames was known to be a brilliant character, only having to learn of one thing to know of ten others.

But this took him quite a while to piece together and rationalize.

‘Just to apologize for her childish teasing that doesn't hold much weight to me at all’ If he could facepalm, he would have, but his face was in his hand already.

It's a whole buck wheat of a fucking misunderstanding just because he disappeared after circumstances completely unrelated to the reason you just said.

He can't find himself to be mad at you, not after you basically just… poured your heart out to him— showing your vulnerability… even though your main motivation to help him was… due to a misunderstanding.

This man's smart brain just cannot— absolutely blanks.

Congratulations, you've managed to break THE Rayne Ames.

The half blond inhales deeply, before removing his face from his hand.

“(Y/n). “ He so seriously calls your name after a while.

“...yes?” You respond.

"You're telling me that you stayed despite my constant effort to push you away…” he pauses, having to think about how to word it properly.

"...because you believed that it was your fault that we suddenly disappeared years ago and you felt guilty about it?”

You were worried about how he was reacting.

“...yes…?” You can't understand where he was directing the conversation.

He just looks at you dead in the eye, not knowing what else to say.

Rayne trusted your intellect in multiple things— above the average person’s, even. But this was just… he doesn't know how to bring it up to you since you've been sincere in your actions— he doesn't want to be mean about it.

You just continue to look at him, clueless. That actually sends something to wash over him— similar to the urge he gets when taking care of his rabbits. The feeling of protectiveness and caution from accidentally hurting something cute.

So admittedly, the honey eyed male might've found you cute… especially with how you were focusing on his reaction anxiously.

So he steeled himself to bring his chair closer to your bed, leaning forward with his arms on his knees to be closer to your eye-level.

“(Y/n).” He called your name again— he wondered when he started calling you by your name again, actually. Was it during your third year in middle school? He just noticed.

He actually didn't know where to start, but he had to start somewhere. A silence filled in the pause, you were still anticipating what he was gonna say.

“...Finn and I left due to… certain circumstances…” Rayne finally got out, not going into further detail of said circumstances.

“And we never once thought you were mean when we were kids…”

You blink. Letting the words sink in as you piece together everything else— something finally clicking in that pretty little head of yours.

“Oh.” Was all you can say as you felt the world— your world— stop and crumble.

An existential crisis turns into existential crises.

The monologue about what you strived to be, what you pushed yourself to avoid being… due to a childhood guilt that hung heavy in your heart— and it turns out that it wasn't even the cause of the Ames’ sudden disappearance.

An absolute overshot into outer dimensions. You felt stupid.

You wanted to smack yourself, chuck yourself out the window, have the ground eat you up alive, anything. Just to get out of this very embarrassing situation.

You felt so utterly hot.

Rayne has been observing you all this time, growing more and more concerned due to your reactions— he feels bad that he had to tell it to you.

The honey eyed male may not be the best when it comes to emotions, but he can imagine how it'd be like to have a motivation to strive for something for a long time… only for that motivation to turn out to be misdirected.

You unceremoniously fall back onto the bed, not caring about how you were basically recovering from a back injury. Your companion undoubtedly worried about you.

You then wordlessly wrap yourself up in the blanket despite how hot your face felt. You heard Rayne call your name but you quietly asked him to leave for now.

He does so obediently. The moment he closed the door behind him, he heard muffled screaming.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

The door opens and you think it was the doctor or nurse, but it was Rayne. He wordlessly walks to the chair and seats himself again before carefully placing a wrapped up food box on your lap.

You were going to tell him to go away, but it was interrupted by an audible growl of your stomach— so you just had to accept the food.

You took a bite of the food, relief flooding your system. You continuously eat, actually enjoying the food the half blond brought you.

Speaking of which, you can feel his gaze on you the entire time, awfully sensitively aware of his every movement. He blinked, and you gave in. You turned to him suddenly, breaking the silence first.

“Pretend I didn't say anything earlier…” Your ears turned red at the memory— the embarrassment. So you took another bite of food.

Rayne sighed before speaking.

“If that's what you want.” He sincerely respects your request and you can't help but internally thank him for that.

It might take you a bit to get over the existential crisis but that'll probably be a problem for another time as you allow yourself to be comfortable with the silence now.

Then you got curious.

“So what happened after I blacked out?” Another bite of food.

And so Rayne narrated the events that happened right after you became incapacitated. You learned that the vial that rolled away from the executive contained some sort of magic booster— that explained why the guy was able to stand up and fight again.

You chew some more, listening to the golden eyed male.

“You were able to use your Thirds? How much magic did you even have to do that— heck you had a third line???” you asked, slightly miffed at him.

He shook his head only slightly.

“The spell you casted on me was just enough for me to do a summon. I hid my third line for valid reasons.”

“Fair enough.” You swallowed the last bit of food, fixing the box before putting it aside. You were glad that the last resort spell actually helped a lot.

“Mr. Grantz took a while to meet us since he came across the other executives that fled. He didn't question anything much when he arrived though.” He concluded his story.

“Hmm, is it a mission failure or success? The Bureau had been keeping its eyes on that specific organization after all for suspicious activities…But then again it was only supposed to be recon….” You wondered.

You sighed, remembering how you two got detected and discovered despite your spell and the provided cloaks.

“We wouldn't have been discovered if my stealth spell wasn't imperfect…”

“Stop blaming yourself already.” Rayne speaks up as he takes away the food box and puts it on top of the bedside table.

“The executive was wearing an artifact stolen from the Magical Tools Department that allowed him to detect anything within a certain distance.”

Although he didn't outright say there was nothing wrong with your spell, you felt reassured.

You also realized that this is basically the longest conversation you two held ever since reuniting— somehow makes you nostalgic of how you yapped to him while he talked with you when you were children.

This was Rayne letting you back in through an open door, and you willingly walked inside.

This felt nice.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

“So you're telling me you're not fully ignoring Finn… just making it look like it so that nobody targets him when you reach the top?” You incredulously asked him.

He directed his gaze to you, confirming your question.

So ever since the medbay incident, Rayne had been treating you less coldly now. If anything, we can say that he'd fully let you in. He even let you know about his pet rabbits��� which you obsessed over with how cute they were.

You were currently eating lunch with him in the Adler Prefect office— you're unsure why the school decided to add more duties on top of his Divine Visionary ones the moment you two became third years. You had to interrogate him when you remember about Finn moving up to his first year in the highschool department.

“I cover all his school needs and allowances.” He countered.

“Does he know?” He remained silent, causing you to become exasperated.

“Rayne,” you looked at him, “you should seriously talk with him. The poor kid was bullied in middle school and had no one to go to. He turns to me, but I can tell he's hiding some things too.”

He stood his ground on maintaining his distance from his little brother.

You groaned at that.

“You're so intolerable.” The honey eyed male then looks at you with interest.

“You can understand the word now, huh?” Rayne was hinting at something— you realized it was something from your childhood when he insulted you with that but you couldn't understand it anyways.

The male knows how to tease people, apparently— or maybe it was just you… or maybe he learned a few things from you.

You facepalm “Fine, guess I'll continue looking after your younger brother then.” You sighed out.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

You were looking after Rayne's rabbits since he was too busy to do so, and so was his roommate who was apparently the one who suggested rabbit breeding to him in the first place. You gotta wonder how he managed to rope the older Ames into doing it though.

You felt a weight suddenly settle itself on your lap, slightly surprising you before calming down when you noticed it was just a rabbit.

“Usao,” the name of the rabbit, you pat its soft fur carefully as you lightheartedly scold it, “you shouldn't do that so suddenly.”

Nonetheless the affectionate rabbit nestled itself further into your touch as the others also seemed to get the same idea of surrounding you to get the same treatment while staying seated on the soft carpeted floor of the room.

‘The carpet's so soft— most likely for the bunnies to sleep on. ‘

You laughed lightly, bringing out a package of carrot sticks you personally cut earlier to feed the rabbits.

You checked the thermometer mounted on the wall to make sure the temperature was just right. Rayne was pretty particular about his rabbits’ environment and conditions. It was something you found endearing, in a way.

Who knew the cold and stoic Sword Cane was an absolutely rabbit obsessed man? You found it funny how even his comforter and bed sheets were rabbit themed. At least you'd know what to give him for his birthday or the holidays.

You shook away the thoughts, focusing on taking care of his rabbits. The door of the dorm room opened and you turned your head, not expecting anyone else to come in since you were pretty sure Rayne was still out.

‘Maybe he had to get something?’

So a figure emerged and it wasn't Rayne. You and the unknown person froze up upon seeing each other.

The brunette slowly brings his hands up in the air as you quickly point your wand towards him— when and where you pulled it out of, that's a question for another time.

The male was surprised to find someone in his dorm room. What colored him even more surprised was that it was a girl in the men’s dorm.

He racked his brain to try and remember if Rayne said anything about someone else being in the room. Something clicks in his brain.

“Uh… are you the person Rayne mentioned to be the rabbits’ caretaker today…?” He asks, you slightly lower your wand, not fully letting down your guard as the brunette sweats more.

He points to himself, “I'm Max Land, his roommate.”

“Oh.” It clicks, right this is a shared dorm room. You completely lower your wand and tuck it away, careful in not disturbing the rabbits huddled all around you.

“(Y/n) (L/n)... err nice to meet you?” You introduced yourself a bit awkwardly since you kind of just… threatened the poor guy.

Thankfully, the male just laughs, finding the situation a bit funny.

“Nice to meet you. I apologize for interrupting your caretaking time, I just forgot my textbook for my next class.” And so you allowed him to get his things while you wonder why in all your years in Easton, have you never met this guy despite being Rayne’s roommate for all these years too.

“How come we’ve never met each other before despite knowing Rayne for a long time?” You voiced out as the other male paused on his way out.

Max thought about it and you were right. You two shared a look.

Then something clicks in his brain as he brings a fist down into his palm.

“Oh! I think he's mentioned you a few times. Were you the one who helped him out lots of times because you—” The brunette cuts himself off, remembering Rayne’s words about not letting you know that the half blond told him about your… motivations of helping him. The honey eyed male was only asking advice from him on how to make it up to you since he felt bad about it. Rayne probably didn't even mean to expose you since he needed to provide Max with context at least.

He laughs it off, looking at his wrist. “Oh, look at the time! I believe I have to go… Goodluck taking care of the rabbits!” and he disappears.

You raise an eyebrow… He didn't even have a watch on…

More importantly— Rayne definitely told Max about what happened in the medbay. Your eyebrow twitches…

‘I’d have to talk to Rayne later…’

•°•°•°•°•°•°

Rayne comes back to his dorm around sundown— a bit earlier than planned since he managed to finish his business quicker. He opened the door and immediately checked the thermometer on the wall, seeing that it was at the right temperature.

The half blond slipped off his robe as his eyes quickly scanned the room for his pets— finding them huddled in a pile on the carpeted floor. So he trudged over carefully in his socks, having removed his shoes before stepping on the soft carpet.

‘Did she go to the bathroom?’ he thought to himself when he found you nowhere in sight.

He then realizes that his rabbits wouldn't make that big of a pile even if they all huddled up together. The honey eyed male gently picks up Usatarou, confused as to why the bunny wasn't in his favorite spot at the corner of the room.

Rayne looked down again and his eyes were met with the sleeping figure of you cuddling with all his rabbits while holding Usao in your arms.

An arrow shoots through his heart at the sight.

He pulled out a magical tool from nowhere and snapped a photo.

Click!

You stirred in your sleep. The magical vintage camera had defaulted into using a flash.

The half blond was quick to tuck the device away as you started becoming more conscious.

The room was slightly dark as stray rays of sunlight peeked through the window as it sunk into the horizon. It casted more of a golden tinge in the surroundings.

You squint your eyes as it immediately darted to the figure standing near you. You sat up as the rabbits near your head hopped a little bit away but kept close proximity with you.

“Rayne?” You rubbed your eyes, thinking the golden sun rays were creating a hallucination of some sort.

You blinked and he was still there.

“You came back quite early.” You noted as he only nodded and sat himself beside you. Some of his bunnies immediately flocking to him for affection to which he gave them.

You observed him, the usual cold and stoic demeanor he carries himself as basically melting away as an air of softness surrounded him. You stared and unconsciously smiled at the way he caressed his rabbits with care— a barely noticeable twitch of his lips settling on his features.

‘He looks so… pretty—’

You had to snap out of it— he was your childhood friend nothing more, nothing less. You ears were basically tinged with red.

You shook your head and caught Rayne’s attention. The look in his eyes asking if anything was wrong.

You waved your hands around, “Ah it's nothing! Just an unnecessary thought.” You tried to smile it off.

His honey eyes scan your features, noticing how your ears were slightly tinted. But he made no mention of it as he allows himself to completely lay down on the carpet.

“Whatever you say.” He said, mentally wondering if what you were thinking had something to do with what he was thinking. He closed his eyes.

Until he felt your finger prod at his cheek. The half blond opens his eyes only to be greeted by you overshadowing him from above with narrowed eyes. You were slightly pouting too.

Not gonna lie, he thought you were adorable but he won't admit that.

“So how did your roommate ever know about ‘that’?” you asked passive-aggresively.

He just continues to stare into your eyes, unblinking. A mini staring contest.

Rayne sighs as he folds— knowing it was him who was at fault anyways. He was not one to run away from responsibility either.

“He doesn't know the whole thing…” he started, formulating the correct wording, “but I had to provide him with some context so he can provide me advice.” The male explained.

You retract your finger from his cheek, pausing.

‘Rayne? Asking for advice? Now that's something.’

You thought of how considerate it was of him to ask for advice on how to handle you after ‘the reveal’. You always knew your childhood friend was a little bit lacking in the field of socializing and related gestures despite being so strong.

‘Kind of explains how he treats me more warmly now…’ you noted mentally.

You sighed, unable to be mad at him when it allowed for the two of you to get even closer. You then plop yourself beside him, his rabbits now surrounding you both.

“He better be the only and last person.” You grumbled a bit, basically letting him off the hook this time. The dual-colored haired male nods his head as he maintained eye contact.

You then stare up into the ceiling, noticing how the room was slowly turning dark as the sun disappeared further into the horizons.

“So what was the mission this time?” You asked, falling straight back into the habit of asking about his day.

A comfortable atmosphere curtains over you both the same way the darkness did— you two paying no mind to the creeping shadows while you two chattered away.

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BONUS:

Max Land comes back to the dorm room, hoping to apologize to Rayne for almost exposing what the dual-colored haired male told him not to. He steeled himself before opening the shared dorm room.

He was greeted by darkness.

‘Maybe he's not back yet?’

The brunette turned on the light, his eyes immediately darting to the carpeted floor. There laid his roommate’s bunnies.

As well as the peaceful and slumbering forms of you and Rayne.

Max gapes in surprise, putting up a hand to his face to cover his mouth. He stalks closer very carefully before taking a picture.

He internally screams at how he saw this coming even before he met you. His roommate may rarely talk about you, but the change in his expression as he did so didn't escape his keen eye.

‘Now it's just a waiting game of who does the first move.’

bonus art bc of how long I kept y'all waiting

just to be clear, y'all are free to imagine what and how you look like ^^ just wanted to put in the reader/mc so it's easier for me to draw :>

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[whatifitis]

♡ I watched it begin again - LN 4 ♡

Summary: You've moved on and found happiness... when Lando reappears and tells you something you truly never expected to hear, but something you had also wished for for so long.

Author's Note: this is the much awaited part 2 to 'i wish you would've stay'. i wanna say a quick thank you to those who read part 1 and shared your thoughts on it, it really made me feel so special 😭 this part would not have been written without yall <3

WC: 2415

CW: fluff, maybe a very little amount of angst? pettiness, if you squint there's a sort of thrupple, or whatever the 4 count of that word is, hinting, overuse of song references

“Okay, I think it’s done.”

“Yay! I can finally see this masterpiece you’ve created.” you smiled. 

“Eh, masterpiece is a bit of a reach. But I definitely tried my hardest to capture your beautiful soul.”

“Ohhh, shush you. Flattering me so much.”

“It’s so you don’t hate me after you see this monstrosity.”

“Okay, enough yapping. Show me.” 

You watched as he took a deep breath and turned the sketchbook towards you.

“Oh. My. God.” you try to stifle your laugh. 

“Why are you laughing?” Gabe chuckled. 

“I’m not laughing. It’s beautiful. Oh my- Where were you when it was time for senior photos?”

“No. Fuck off. That’s rude.” you watched as Gabe tossed a pillow at you and tried to refrain from laughing as hard as you are. 

You were laughing so hard it was getting hard to breathe and tears were rolling down your face. Being with Gabe always felt so high school in a way. There was no pressure or drama within this place. It was just love. 

You and Gabe have been dating for a little over a year and it’s been the greatest time of your life. When the two of you met, you really weren’t looking for anything. You were focused on work and getting your life in line when he happened. 

Since he’s come into your life, it’s like everythings brighter. And while that may sound cliche, it’s true. He makes everything feel miniscule, like as long as he’s there at the end of the day, everything will be okay. 

He was something new as well. For so long, you had spent your time around boys and their expensive cars like range rovers and Aston Martins, but Gabe is just Gabe. He’s a real person who enjoys the same things that you do and he truly loves you for you. And he loves spending time with you. On your first date, he wasn’t ready for the date to be over, so he asked you to walk around Kohl’s with him. And still, to this day, he asks if you want to walk around Kohl’s together, just for a few more moments with you. 

He was the king of your heart.   

“Oh shit, I gotta get going. I have that meeting with Matt tomorrow about working on that album.” Gabe said as he stood up from the couch and stretched, “Can we meet for lunch? I don’t think I can wait all day to see you again.” pulling you closer to him, softly gripping your waist. 

“Definitely, I might be a bit late cause I need to talk to Marjorie about letting me in on that case.” 

“Amazing.” he said as he pressed his lips to yours, feeling your soft lips on his and pouring himself into you. 

The two of you pull apart and you walk him to the door of your apartment. 

“See you tomorrow, my love.” 

“Call me when you get home, please.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Gabe jokes, “At home, I’ve got to greet the most demanding and most precious person in my life. She deserves all my attention.”

“Olive is a cat and she is far from precious.”

“You’re just jealous she prefers lying on me rather than you.”

“We’re girls! There’s a girl code and she’s not sticking to it.”

“I’ll see if I can talk some sense into her then. For the love of my life.” Gabe says, pecking your lips one final time before walking off. 

“Save some time for me.” you called out. 

“All my time is yours, my darling.” 

He turns the corner and once he’s out of sight, you step back into your apartment and close the door. You turn your back to press against the door and you couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across your face. Even after all this time, he still makes your heart skip. 

You started to get ready for bed and had just settled into your bedsheets when your phone started playing your ringtone for Gabe, ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ by Rick Astley. You don’t remember exactly how it became one of your songs, but it somehow made its way there. You’d even joked with him how if the two of you ever broke up, you hoped that Rick Rolling would become a thing again so that he would be tormented with the thought of you. 

You picked up the phone to hear some shuffling on the other line. “Hello?” you call out. 

“Hey, sorry. I was just taking off my jacket. I made it home.”

“Amazing. How’s home?” 

“It’s okay. Would be better if you were here with me.”

“You just spent all day with me. Are you not sick of me?” you half-joked. 

“I could never be sick of you. You’re my favorite thing the universe gifted us on earth.”

“Stop. You’re gonna make me cry.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I don’t like making you cry, unless it’s from laughter. Ya know, you’re really pretty when you laugh.”

“Only when I laugh?” you poke. 

“Nuh uh. You’re always pretty. So pretty that it almost kills me. But I really like it when you laugh. Especially when I’m the one making you laugh.”

“I like it when you make me laugh too.” you are practically melting at this man's words. He always has you wrapped around his finger and you think he knows. But little do you know, that’s how he feels about you. 

You turn to look at the clock by your bedside and sigh. Even after having him all day, somehow you just want him more. 

“I gotta go to sleep now, my angel. If I sleep now, I can get at least 7 hours of sleep.” you huff. 

“You should really sleep earlier so you can actually sleep well. We both know you’re not sleeping 7 hours with your sleeping habits.”

“Yeahhhh. Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow, darling.” 

“I’ll be waiting, love.” 

The silence sounds after the beep. Was this what true love felt like? Is this how it feels to be loved? How long has it been since someone made you feel like this? For a while, you thought the plane was going down. But someway, somehow, Gabe turned it right around. He would literally break his back to make you break a smile. For the first time ever, you were falling in love with someone who was falling in love with you. 

The next morning, after some strenuous phone calls and exhausting meetings, you excitedly made your way to the restaurant you were meeting Gabe at. You were running a bit early so you decided to take the scenic route to the restaurant, knowing Gabe wouldn’t be there for another 20 minutes. 

You were enjoying the afternoon sun and the fresh air that came with it when you heard something from behind, “Y/n?” 

Why does this person sound familiar? He sounds like… like someone but you can’t quite place your finger on it. 

“Y/n, is that you?” 

When you turn to see who it is, you’re met with them. Those eyes, the eyes you used to dream of. But now they look different, they look so dull and tired. His frame looks lighter and his smile looks torn. 

“Lando?”

“Wow, you look, I mean you look beautiful. You haven’t changed a bit since the last time I saw you.” he says, giving you a soft, shy smile. 

“Yeah. It’s been quite some time.” “Sorry. Uh, how have you been?” 

“I’ve been good. Really good, actually. How about you? How’s Hannah?”

“I’ve been okay and ehm, Hannah and I broke up last year.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry to hear. But I’m sure you’ll find someone. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, as they say.”

“Yeah. I’ve actually been thinking about you recently. Like, a lot.” he softly huffs. 

“Oh.”

“I’ve been meaning to reach out but I wasn’t sure how. I’m actually glad I ran into you now.”

“Lando, I think you-”

“No, please. Let me explain myself, please.”

You stood there for a beat, not knowing that to say. You couldn’t get a single word out. Why? It was just Lando. 

He watches your face, trying to study it and read what you’re thinking, but he can’t, “I have a lot to get off my chest. I won’t take long. Please.”

“Okay.”

With a deep inhale, Lando begins “I fucked up. Big time. I never should have, essentially, ghosted you. All you ever did was love me and care for me. But I just went off and dated another girl cause I didn’t realize it at the time. Y/n, if we’re being honest, I’m still in love with you. And it took a long time for me to realize. Everything is nothing without you. I’m nothing without you. I miss you so much and I regret ever letting you go. Can we start fresh, please? I won’t let you go this time. I’ll hold you closer than I ever did before.”

“I can’t. You hurt me a lot. It took me so long to realize I was going to be okay without you. It took me a long time to realize that it wasn’t my fault for you leaving. That I am good enough and capable of being loved. I’m happy now. I found someone that I love and who loves me. Like, truly loves me. He made me realize that nothing was wrong with me.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you were seeing someone. But, does he really make you happy? Happier than I ever made you?” there are tears brimming his eyes. 

“Yeah, he does. I don’t get it, Lando. I was happy for you when you met Hannah, why can’t you be happy for me?” 

“Because I know you still feel something for me. And I truly believe that the universe brought us here today for a reason. Our story isn’t over, y/n.”

“It is over. You can say we’ll be together someday, but things have changed. We’re not the same people we were before and I found my person.”

“So why can’t I stop feeling this way?” he says, a tear slipping down his face. “Because you’re human.” you say, reaching your hand to cup the side of his face, but you don’t. You stop yourself before your fingertips can feel his skin beneath yours because it isn’t fair to him. 

“Do you regret me?” he asks through a wavering voice. 

“No, I don’t regret you. You were one of the most beautiful chapters of my life and you taught me a lot. You know, I used to look for you in a sea of people, knowing you weren’t there. It’s kinda stupid cause we never really existed but-” “We did exist. Just not in the way we should’ve. The way we could’ve if I wasn’t a massive fuck up.”

“You’re not a fuck up. Listen, there was happiness because of you and there was happiness after you. That’s just the way life goes. So there will be happiness after this.’’

“I don’t want there to be an after you. I’m trying my best. I pray that you’ll come back to me one day. And if you do, I’ll give up my hopes and dreams in F1 cause I’ll have my biggest dream of all. You.”

“You can’t change things by loving someone harder. I used to wish you would’ve stayed. But this isn’t a fairytale where you’re my knight in shining armor. I found someone who actually treats me well. And the cost of trying isn’t greater than the reward of having me, to him. He actually loves me and wants to be with me. I used to be so naive and I would get so lost in your eyes, I didn’t realize that being in love wasn’t fighting to have the upper hand.” 

He’s near sobbing when he tells you, “I want to believe I haven’t lost you.”

“I’ll always be here for you. But I can’t be with you. It’s too late, Lando. My heart doesn’t soften to your name anymore.”

“Do you think there’s even a slight possibility that you could fall in love with me again?”

You look at him. This was the boy you once loved. The one you would’ve done anything for, even after everything he’d done. You used to wait for him to love you again. But now all you see is the boy who broke your heart and left you bereft and reeling. 

“No. I hope you find love, Lando. I really do. But it won’t be me. Not anymore.”

With that, you turn your back to him and walk away. It might’ve been harsh, but you couldn’t stand there any longer. The result wouldn't be different if you’d stayed longer and comforted him. You’re happy with Gabe and he has never given you a reason to doubt him. You’d been hurt enough by Lando. But every little moment led you right to where you should be. 

When you finally arrived at the restaurant, Gabe was already there. When he sees you, it’s like he saw you for the first time. There was a sparkle in his eyes and the toothiest grin spread across his face. 

He stands to greet you with a kiss that could heal every wound that might have reopened today. He pulls a chair out for you and takes his seat right at your side. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi. I’m sorry I’m late. It’s a long story and I can tell you all about it later. Right now I just want it to be us. Let the world fade away for a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan then. I already ordered your Coke with a lime. It should be on its way.” Gabe says as he plants a thousand soft kisses on your hand. He’s been doing it a lot lately, now that you think about it. 

“You’ve been kissing my hand a lot recently. Why?” you ask out of curiosity. 

“Because whenever I kiss your hand, you hold my face.” 

Gabe is a daydream and you’re the one he’s walking to. You think he’s the one thing you got right. 

You hear your phone ping on the table. You quickly open it to mute it for your lunch date but the text on the screen catches your eye. 

Oscah: So should Lily and I meet you guys at your place or ours? 😉 

Those who wanted to be tagged in part 2: @f1fantasys @jxnellat @hoeforsirius @nina-or-anna-or-nora @sturmatt @hurtblossom

[loneliness-of-spring]

If you were a magic girl, what would your transformation be like? Also, would you rather fight against your darling Jade or fight with~

Either way, what bliss for him, really🫶

CERUUUUUUU YOUUUUUUUUUUU. YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 DON’T YOU DARE PRETEND I DON’T SEE YOU BEING DOWN BAD ABOUT CATER. BLISSFULLY IN LOVE. POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK!!!!!

I don’t have a magical girl transformation myself, and I’m ass at drawing one, but I would think it’d be very flowery, specifically full of periwinkles!

I would fight with Jade, hands down. I would not win against a fight with him I am a pure panic button masher (evident in any game I play really) while he is calculated, meticulous and precise. I fear having him as an enemy 💀 If he were real I would NOT wanna get on his bad side he would obliterate me EASILY

However >_> Li Xue IS a magical girl in canon >_>

I ramble more about it under the cut

Pretend I didn’t forget her hairpin in the doodles in the third photo

Okay!!! So Li Xue has been around for quite a while (a year? Or two?), going through MULTIPLE design changes, and only now am I more capable of drawing her the way I want to. Essentially, she’s part of my own PMMM x TWST concept back when I noticed the multiple similarities between their magic systems (and possibly plot ahem timeloop theory ahem).

So far I’ve changed a LOT about her that she’s pretty different from her previous designs, while keeping the staples:

1. periwinkle theming

2. sword as her magical girl weapon

3. Traditional chinese clothing and aesthetics (mainly hanfu)

And I’ve also doodled some interactions she would have with Jade in that third photo above! Non-canon to my concept, because in canon she’s hiding the fact that she has magic in the first place. But if she were to have revealed herself as a magical girl before book 3, I think Jade would be slightly intrigued, which gradually rises during the fight underwater when she makes use of her ice magic to give him an annoying time. Would definitely treat her like a lab specimen and poke and prod at her relentlessly just to find out about her abilities and weak spots. Her magic is different, how does it work? Can she only use just ice magic? Is it her equivalent of their world’s unique magic? So many questions awaiting their answers.

In book 4 is when they start to work together, albeit only a truce formed out of necessity. She still isn’t fond of the Octavinelle trio and their roundabout manipulative tactics, but what choice does she have when stuck with an equally conniving perpetrator? She gains more insight on the inner workings of Jade’s and Azul’s minds and machinations when working with them to form a plan. When it comes to combat styles, Li Xue is definitely close-combat focused, so Jade takes on a supporting role by covering her with long-range attacks. If these two practiced together more, they’d definitely be able to come up with a whole lot more coordinated attacks, too.

It’s 5am and I don’t know how to end it off uh. Yay!

[liquidstar]

SEASON 3 TRAILER DROPPED HERES MY THOUGHTS (LN spoilers)

BROTHER AND SISTER OF ALL TIME THEYRE SO CUTE <3 love seeing how their relationship has progressed from beako literally throwing him out a window for stuff like this to her happily playing along its so so so so so cute. genuinely just one of the cutest and sweetest dynamics in the series

hi ram roswaal and fred :) this is probably all we're going to really see of you guys this arc lol

JOSHUA REAL!!!!! but not for long (also otto in the bg foreshadowing all the drinking hes about to do this arc. hes so stressed. poor emilia is trying her best)

julius looks so babyfaced here? they really emphasized his long eyelashes just like subaru has been on about every time he mentions him. they better include the scene where he checks him out, like, if they dont animate subaru looking dead at this mans ass im going to riot

i LOVE this shot of ana. you can really tell shes up to some corrupt capitalist bullshit as we speak. love her for that. wish i had this pic when i made that one money game anastasia video

the red dress actually does look really good on crusch like it compliments the green hair really well but also the crusch we know would not walk around in such a thing so its like. damn looks like the "memories are an important part of identity" story thinks memories are an important part of identity. who knew.

ALSO LOVE FELTS NEW LOOK SO MUCH! the only complaint is i felt (felt lol) like the red brought out her eyes more but the blue also looks cool. three primary colors all being used looks nice too

whatever who cares about all that THE CUNT!!!!!!! THE CUNT IS HERE!!! I CANNOT WAIT FOR ALL THE DRAMA SHE CAUSES TO BE ANIMATED FOR REAL

no fucking way... did they actually...

THEY DID! THEY CENSORED THAT HORRIBLE FUCKING DESIGN OH MY GOD. SHES WEARING SHORTS AND JUST A CROPPED SHIRT. AND CHAPS I GUESS? BUT ALSO A LITTLE SKIRT CAPE SO NO ASS SHOTS... THIS WILL MAKE WATCHING THE SEASON SO MUCH MORE TOLERABLE. i mean not perfect but STILL.

photos taken seconds before disaster lmfao. i still love how chin thinks subaru is a freak and weirdo for being so buddy buddy with him after he and his buddies mugged him. twice. (even more times from subarus perspective. hell he stabbed subaru once) genuinely cant wait to see more of this dynamic its so stupid.

THE FUCKING CUNT!!!!!! also the apples lol

oh you poor thing. you have no idea what next level family drama bullshit awaits. good luck. get ready to kill grandma AGIAN lol

:'( emilia still misses her terrible cat dad and its kinda sad when you know were not getting a resolution on that here either. they both look so sad :(

i cannot wait for garf mommy issues round fucking 2.

THIS CRAZY BITCH!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THIS CRAZY BITCH ANIMATED. I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW THEYRE PORTRAY HER MANNERISMS. ESP W HOW WILD PETELGEUSE WAS ANIMATED IN S1. REAL LOONY TOONS BULLSHIT. AND HER POWERS ARE ALSO SOOOOOO MUCH COOLER I CANT WAIT

NO MORE DRESSES FOR CRUSCH YAY

he fucking bit it. yeah i guess thats what dogs do tho.

YOU. DIVORCE MAN. KILL YOURSELF. SLASH SERIOUS.

the empathy powers will have a glowing eye effect. very cool but i hope they dont show it too much in the first scene bc like in the LN i think its cooler if you dont know why everything is so... Wrong.

i dont rly have anything to say i just think ferris looks cool covered in blood. imagine being healed here like doctor catgirl will see you now

emilia be nice. that crazy bitch might be your mom. just like how the previous crazy bitch was in fact your dad.

THEY CHANGED UP CAPELLA'S DESIGN TOO honestly tho her being sexualized makes sense w a lot of the themes (the way its intentionally meant to be perverse and gross in a way explicitly stated) so i didnt mind as much and she still IS here but. this is still an improvement imo just a better outfit looks cooler. bug.

NAUR I DONT WANNA WAIT... OCTOBER.... AUGH

[maggiedelusional]

Let Me Go || Part 10

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST (but you knew that), minor character death, Some Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Reader is married to and shares a child with Hangman. Life and circumstances drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Author's Note: The long awaited Part 10. So this is the final part of the story, but there is still an epilogue coming (actually already started writing it as we speak or rather type). Sorry for the long wait once again, school and law school apps really got the best of me. But I did end up getting into law school with a great scholarship so yay! This chapter was so hard to write, I really kept going back and forth on how I was gonna end it and I know I'm not gonna make everyone happy with how I ended it but I think I went the best possible and realistic way that's healthy for all the characters involved. And I am really happy with what I came up with. I also had such a bad case of writer's block but thanks to some brainstorming with one of my best friends (who I forced to listen to the plot of the story). He helped me come up with an ending I was happy with. So thank you again for your patience and I also I wanna apologize to everyone who asked to be in the tag list that I didn't add, its impossible to keep track of who asked. But without further ado, here is Part 10 of Let Me Go!

You needed a moment to gather your thoughts before responding to Jake's plea. You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Jake, of course I still love you," you said, your voice quivering slightly. "But that's not the point. Love alone is not enough to fix what's broken between us."

"I know," Jake replied, his eyes downcast.

"You also have to understand that what I had with Bradley was not the same as what we have," you continued. 

"Yes I fell in love with him. How was I not supposed to? He loved me when it felt like you could not, he loved me selflessly and loved our daughter like his own. I can’t just ignore that.” 

"You fell in love with Rooster…." Jake repeated, voice low and full of despair.

“I thought it was you and me forever Sweets. I can’t believe you’d go back on our vows and leave me for Rooster!”

“And its not just you and me (y/n), we have a daughter! Imagine how confusing all of this is for her!” Jake was fuming once again, clearly jumping from the bargaining stage of grief back to anger. 

“You didn’t think about our daughter when you fucked that corpsman!” 

“That’s different (y/n)! She was a stranger, you fell in love with MY friend. Someone I thought was JUST your friend.”

“This is different," you said, feeling a mix of anger and frustration rise in your chest. "Rooster is not just a friend, he's someone I have a deep connection with. And I know it's hard for you to understand, but I can't just turn off my feelings for him."

Jake looked up at you, his expression a mixture of hurt and anger. "So what are you saying, that you want to be with him instead of me?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying," you replied firmly.

Jake's eyes widened as he processed your words. "So what is it? You're just going to leave me here, alone and broken?"

The anger began to rise in you as you spoke. "No, Jake, I'm not leaving you alone and broken. You did that to yourself when you cheated on me. You broke our trust and shattered the foundation of our relationship. And now you have to deal with the consequences."

Jake's face fell as your words hit him like a ton of bricks. "I know what I did was wrong," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you. I love you, (y/n), and I don't want to lose you."

Your anger began to boil over as you listened to Jake's pleas. "Love is not enough, Jake," you spat out. "It takes more than love to build a strong and healthy relationship. It takes trust, honesty, and respect. And you betrayed all of that when you cheated on me."

Jake hung his head in shame as you continued to speak. "I need time to heal and figure out if I can ever trust you again. And right now, that means being on my own. I can't just forgive you and forget what you did. It's not that simple."

“And I know you said that you’re willing to forgive my relationship with Bradley, but we both know that the hurt lives in you, you cannot just instantly forget what Bradley and I shared.”

Jake looked up at you, his eyes pleading. "Please, (y/n), don't do this. I know I messed up, I know we both did, but I'm willing to do anything to make it right. Please do this with me"

"We had your chance, Jake," you replied, your voice stern. "And we blew it. I shut you out rather than figure it out with you. I fell in love with someone else.We both need time to think and figure out what's best for ourselves and our daughter. And right now, for me,  that means being away from you."

Jake's eyes filled with tears as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Please don't do this," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I need you, (y/n)."

But you stood firm in your decision. "I'm sorry, Jake. But we can't keep putting ourselves and our daughter through this pain. We need time apart to figure things out."

Jake looked at you, sadness etched on his face. "But what if we can't make things work? What if we can't get back together?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "Then we have to accept that and do what's best for our daughter. We both love her, and we'll always be there for her."

“I love you (y/n), I always will, no matter what.”

“I know Jake.”

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"We need to talk"

“Can I come over?”

His heart rate picked up as he replied, "Of course”

“I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Bradley quickly got up from bed, threw on a hoodie and pants, and sat on his couch as he waited for your arrival. The minutes felt like years as he tried to control the thoughts racing through his head. Was something wrong? Was everything okay with Jake and Astrid? He had to find out.

When he heard a knock on the door, he noticed that he forgot to turn the lights on, probably a result of his distracted thoughts. He opened the front door and waved for you to enter.

"Hey," you said, walking into the living room. "Thanks for letting me come over again, for the second time tonight. I know its late"

"Of course, what's going on?" Bradley asked, concern etched on his face.

You took a deep breath before speaking. "Jake and I are separating."

Bradley's heart dropped as he heard the news. He knew how much you loved Jake and how much you wanted to make things work with him, despite everything that had happened. But he also couldn’t forget your year together.

He knew he shouldn't feel happy that your marriage was falling apart, but a small part of him couldn't help feeling hopeful for what it might mean for him and you. But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside, knowing that this was not the time or place for them.

 "I'm so sorry, (y/n). Are you okay?"

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "No, I'm not okay. But I need to be strong for Astrid.”

Bradley wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "You don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you, (y/n). Whatever you need."

You shrugged off his embrace, which you have never done before. This action took Bradley by surprise, and he couldn’t lie hurt a little bit. But he knew that there was a large weight you holding on your shoulders, one that you were mustering up the courage to tell him.

“I need to leave, I’m moving back to San Diego. I’m going to take Astrid with me.” 

“You’re leaving?” Bradley couldn’t believe it

“But..how about us?” 

Bradley knew it was selfish asking about his standing with you after you told him that you and your husband were separated. But the thought of losing you and Astrid left his body feeling like its been hit by a truck. 

“Roo.. I love you.”

Surprise painted Bradley’s face upon hearing your words, you finally told him those 3 little words that he’s been desperately waiting for. 

“But I can’t be with you. Jake cheated on me with another woman. But I am not innocent in this situation. I fell in love with you knowing that there was another man that I promised my life to. He hurt me, but I’ve hurt him just as much. And its not okay.”

“I am so in love with you but I need to get away from here. I don't know what I want right now, and I need to figure things out on my own.” 

As the words left your mouth, Bradley felt like the ground beneath him had given way. He had hoped that this would be the moment when you would finally see him as more than just a friend, and he got his wish.  But now, it felt like the walls were closing in on him.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he responded, "I understand, (y/n). Take all the time you need." His eyes were burning, and he struggled to keep his composure. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you now, after all this time.

You looked at him with a sad smile, and his heart broke a little more. "Thank you, Bradley. You're a good friend."

Friend. The word echoed in his mind like a taunt. He had been fooling himself all along, thinking that he had a chance with you. He couldn't help but wonder if he had missed his shot.

Before you could leave, you turned to him and said, 

"I hope that there will be a time for us but not right now."

“I promise,maybe one day when my head is less fucked up, and I can give my entire self to you and I can give you all the love you deserve. When I’m ready, I will come back for you. If you’ll have me..”

Those words left him feeling even more uncertain. He didn't know when you would be ready, or what you would say when you finally did reach out. All he knew was that his heart was breaking, and he didn't know how to fix it.

As he watched you walk out of his apartment, he couldn't help but feel like everything was slipping through his fingers. He didn't know if he would ever get another chance with you, and that thought left him feeling empty and alone.

Bradley closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. He knew that he needed to give you the space you were asking for, but it felt like the hardest thing he had ever done. All he could do now was wait, and hope that one day you would come back to him.

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After you returned home, you saw that Jake had some of his belongings packed in a bag. You made eye contact with him as he walked down the stairs, hating yourself for hurting not just him but Bradley as well. But you knew this is what you all needed. 

“Thank you for staying with her, while I went to talk to Bradley.”

Jake felt his throat get dry at the sound of his rival’s name, biting down the bitter remark that would leave his mouth, knowing that it would do nothing to help the situation. Choosing to plop himself down on the couch.

“I went to tell Pixie goodbye but she’s still asleep. Can you tell her for me?”

You gave him a small nod in response.

“I’m going to stay at a place on base, give you your space.” 

“Thanks Jake, I promise we’ll only be here for a few more days. Until I make arrangements for me and Astrid to get back to San Diego…. Penny said we could stay with her until we find our own place.” 

“Are you sure leaving is the best thing to do right now?”

“I think its the only thing that makes sense for me to do right now.” You replied, sternly. 

Silence hung in the air as Jake stared at you, processing your words. You could see the hurt and confusion etched on his face, and you wished that things could be different. You wished that you could turn back time and make different choices, but you knew that was impossible.

After a few moments, Jake nodded slowly. "I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't like it, but I understand."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "Thank you," you said, your own voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to think things through."

Jake stood up from the couch, his eyes still fixed on you. "I'll give you all the time you need," he said. "But just know that I love you, and I'll always be here for you and our daughter."

You managed a small smile, grateful for Jake's words. "I know," you said. "And I love you too. But right now, I need to be on my own."

With that, Jake nodded and headed towards the door. Before he left, he turned back to look at you one last time. "Take care of yourself," he said softly.

You didn’t understand why but that exact moment you remembered the day of your wedding. 

The wedding took place on a the beach next to the Hard Deck, where you first met, with soft white sand and the sound of the waves crashing in the background. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the entire scene.

You wore a simple backless satin white gown with a slit and court train that flowed behind you as you walked down the aisle. Jake had never seen anymore radiant or breathtakingly beautiful.

Penny held your arm tight, as you both made your way down the white aisle in the sand. She was the closest thing you had to family since your mom died and it meant so much to you that she not only planned the whole event but also wanted to be the one to walk you down the aisle.

As you reached the altar, you looked up and locked eyes with Jake, a dashing naval aviator in his dress uniform. He wore his medals and insignia with pride, and the way he looked at you made yout heart skip a beat.

You and Jake agreed to not write vows, you knew how you felt about each other and you didn’t feel the need to have to express it with words. Which is why it surprised you when he pulled a piece of folded paper from his pocket and started reading. 

“My sweets,

I stand before you today, in my dress whites, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. As a naval aviator, I have flown through the skies and seen countless wonders, but nothing compares to the beauty of you. You are my everything, my anchor, my inspiration, my love.

From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Your spunky attitude, your unwavering ambition, and your stunning beauty captivated me from the start. I have never met anyone like you before, and I never want to let you go.

As we stand here today, I want to promise to always support you in your dreams, just as you have supported me in mine. I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin, in good times and in bad. I promise to cherish every moment we spend together, and to never take our love for granted.

I promise to be your rock, your confidant, and your partner for life. I vow to always make you feel loved, respected, and cherished. I will be there for you in every moment, whether it's sharing the highs of your accomplishments or the lows of your struggles.

Together, we will create a life full of adventure, joy, and love. I am so grateful to have you as my partner, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you more than words can express, and I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.

Yours forever,

Zuko

You felt tears swell in your eyes at his admission, you had never felt this much love from anyone, and here is this man promising you love and devotion forever. None of it felt real. 

“Jake… I-i I didn’t have anything prepared…” You whispered cheeks red in embarrassment. 

“You don’t need to Sweets, I wanted you and everyone here to know I felt about you.”

“You show me how you love me every single day and that’s all I could ever want.”

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes. 

You exchanged rings, Jake took your hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Before he gently took your face in his hands placing a soft delicate kiss on your lips.

You smiled and blushed, feeling overwhelmed with love for your husband.

After the ceremony, both of you as husband and wife took a walk along the beach, hand in hand. Jake  swept you bride off your feet and carried her across a shallow part of the water, causing you to laugh and giggle like a child.

At the reception, You held each other tightly as you swayed to soft acoustic playing out of the speakers. You were surrounded by their family and friends, who toasted to your happiness and future together.

As the night drew to a close, Jake took your hand and led you away to a secluded spot on the beach. You sat down on a blanket and watched the stars twinkle in the sky, cuddling close to each other.

Jake whispered sweet nothings into you ear, telling you how much he loved you and how grateful he was to have you as his partner for life. You shared a tender kiss as the waves lapped at your feet, promising to love each other forever. 

That memory flashbacked in your mind, cracking your already broken heart even more that it already was. But you were set in your decision, you two were different people then. With different dreams, love untainted by time and circumstances. You don’t know if you could ever go back to the way you were.

You nodded, watching as he closed the door behind him. Alone in the quiet house, you let out a deep sigh and let the tears fall freely once again. You didn't know what the future held, but you knew that you needed to take things one day at a time. For now, all you could do was focus on yourself and your daughter, and try to heal from the pain and heartbreak that had consumed your life.

You are going to be okay. You and Astrid are going to be okay. 

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“Mom! Hurry up! I’m supposed to be at practice in 10 minutes!”

Your 8 year daughter was such a stickler for punctuality, you honestly sometimes questioned if she really was your daughter. You had the tendency to be fashionably late (if fashionably was 30 minutes), taking your time to make your way to events. 

“The field is 5 minutes away Atty, you’ll be fine.” 

“That’s what you said last week, but I ended up being 10 minutes late to warm-ups!” 

She pouted as you walked out into the foyer pulling your shoes onto your feet.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play the first half!” She continued. 

“Well don’t worry Sweetie, you make such a pretty benchwarmer.” You joked pinching her cheeks. 

You were greeted by your daughters scowl, she looked absolutely terrifying for a little (*ahem* big) girl dressed in a bright yellow soccer uniform, pastel pink cleats, and pigtails. 

Her punctuality and her terrifying glare, two things she’s inherited from her father. 

You dropped her off at a mostly empty soccer field, with only the two coaches and 2 other players occupying the area. 

“Where is everyone?” 

“Coach moved practice to 30 minutes later.” Your devious daughter smiled coyly. 

“Astrid Eleanor Seresin…did you just lie to your mother?” You raised an eyebrow at her. 

She quickly opened the car door and rushed out. 

“Omission is not a lie!” She yelled as she ran away. 

“Casey’s mom is dropping me off at home!” 

“Okay! I’m gonna see Auntie Penny!” 

“Tell her her I said Hi!”

You chuckled as you watched her retreating figure get further into the field. What kind of 8 year old knew the word “omission”? She no doubtly learned that from her father. Classic Jake. 

You put your car back in drive and made your way to the Hard Deck. 

“Hey Sweet Pea! Where’s my sweet little goddaughter?” Penny asked from behind the counter as you walked into the bar. 

It was still early afternoon so the bar was occupied by the bar staff getting ready for a night of servicing navy men. 

“Soccer practice.” You replied. 

“You said putting her in sports will tire her out but its somehow made her more energetic.” You groaned taking a seat at the bar. 

“She is her father’s daughter.” You heard a voice quip originating from the supply closet. 

“Hey Mav.” You smiled at the captain, 

“Hey (y/n), you and Atty still coming for the barbeque on Thursday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Atty says no one can grill em like you.” you responded. 

“That’s why shes my favorite.” Mav smiled with a toothy grin as he returned to the storage closet. 

“Sweet Pea, do you mind manning the bar for a second? I’m sure no one will come in, but just in case. Last time I left Pete unsupervised he dropped a whole pallet of beer.” Penny sighed. 

“It’s been a little while, but sure Penny.” 

“Anything for you.”

“Thanks Sweet Pea”

It was strange to be behind the bar, you and Astrid had been back at Fightertown for the past four years. 

It was really hard to explain to her the situation, but she was a smart child. She knew there was more going on between you, Bradley, and Jake than you let her in on. She knew that space from her Uncle Roo Roo and her Daddy was absolutely necessary for her mother’s well-being, and she was more than willing to be amenable to change if it meant you were happier. 

You eventually found a little one story house near Penny (and now Mav’s house), it was small but it was cozy and it was more than enough space for the two of you. You found a job in a nearby law firm, where you rose up the ranks and got your own corner office. 

You finally got the time to relax and breathe, to really focus on yourself, your dreams, and your daughter. And finally after 4 years, you finally felt at peace. 

The pain and the trauma will always live within but you have gotten to a place where you are content with your life and your past because it led you full circle. In Miramar, right where you belonged. 

As you stared down on the bar and wiped down the glasses reminiscing on your life, you didn’t notice the figure that walked into the empty bar. 

He plopped himself down in a stool in front of you and cleared his throat. 

You looked up and made eye contact with the figure and smiled. 

“Hey”

“Hi”

It honestly felt like coming home

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˚✧₊⁎ ao3 filthy smut fic recs ⁎⁺˳✧༚

part ii. mark x haechan (mahae)

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1. toys-r-(in)-us by okghost

“Mark can’t stop staring at the box.

It’s been sitting outside his neighbor’s door for hours. Mark would know—he’s had to run errands all day today, and that box has not left its spot on his neighbor’s doormat since this morning.

Why is Mark so fixated on the box, might you ask?

Well, no big reason... beyond the bold letters printed all over the box. Really, it isn’t a big deal at all. Mark is just being dramatic. It should mean absolutely nothing. It does mean absolutely nothing. Mark needs to stop thinking about the damn box.

Oh, and what do these letters read, might you ask?

“ADULT TOYS.”

It’s a box of sex toys, because of course it fucking is.”

! anal sex, dildos, sex toys, blow jobs, drinking

2. call me by cursefiend

“mark just wants to fuck his boyfriend. when his friends drag him out to a bar and he gets absolutely wasted, his boyfriend fucks him instead. donghyuck fucks him good.”

top haechan, bttm mark

! anal sex, anal fingering, drunk sex, come eating

3. your sin is my shape by kanokachan

“They say Evil has many faces and is everywhere. For Mark Lee, the young priest, Evil was always sitting at the bottom of the Church, staring at him. Mark Lee's sin was in the shape of Lee Donghyuck.

Sin is wrong, but it's so good.”

top mark, bttm haechan (aged-up characters!)

! religious imagery & symbolism, improper use of catholic rituals, rough sex, rough kissing, biting, blood, anal sex, breeding, mutual masturbation, public sex, handcuffs, hand jobs, church sex

4. into you (you want me inside it, beg me to slide in) by purplepink_moon

“Mark had licked his lips one time and Donghyuck had seen the smirk appearing on them when he caught him staring.

“Wanna fuck?” he had asked with an eyebrow raised and a low voice.”

top haechan, bttm mark

! anal sex, jock straps, emotional smut

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I’M BACK YALLZ (sobs) so so so sorry this took so long. havent rly found the proper time to read nasty fics *frowns* but the long awaited mahae recs are here now YAY feel free 2 send me your thoughts/requests *wink wonk*

[harmfulb1tch]

Interesting Dreams Part 2

Ship: Brad Bakshi x reader

Warnings: SMUT (mdni): Vibrators, exhibitionism, teasing, orgasm denial, possessive. Swearing.

Summary: After your encounter with Brad last week, he has a little surprise for you.

A/N: The long awaited Part twoooooo yay! Finally Finished!

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A couple of days had passed since the incident. You had barely spoken to Brad, meaning you had only spoken to him when necessary. That was in directory meetings and when you had to present him the designs for the new weapons in the game to see if they were marketable, and even then, you limited yourself to give him the design on paper and look straight down to the floor.

Poppy had confronted you about the dream a couple of times, saying that she didn’t know what you saw in Brad (which you didn’t know yourself). But you shut her down quickly when you brought up her dream about Ian. Of course, the situation wasn’t the same, because differently from Poppy, you did in fact want to be fucked by Brad. You wanted it so bad it was the only thing you thought about everyday at work. You always had him in view, since your office was right in front of his and they both had clear windows. He always was either pacing around with coffee in his hand or very concentrated on his Mac, working on something you didn’t know. It was very ironic how a couple of weeks ago you agreed with everyone around the office on hating Brad, but it only took a dream for you to change your mind about the lanky man (This is probably because you lied to yourself). While he was in his office, you only fantasized about what he would do to you. You wanted him to fuck you in his office, to treat you like he owned you.

There he was now, he was talking on the phone to some client, you assumed. He looked calm and collected, he probably sounded like that too. Although, you could look through that facade. He was calm, but you could see the cogs in his head turning. You could see that he was plotting a scheme or finding a way to make the client crack. That’s something you admired from him, how he could look collected and make everyone be at his mercy all at the same time. 

Your thoughts were interrupted suddenly when you saw Brad looking directly at you. He caught you looking at him, practically undressing him with your eyes. He immediately smirked and looked away. You also turned your gaze away from him, blushing madly and trying to focus again on your work. 

After that, you heard someone knock on the door of your office. David appeared with his usual fake smile and positive attitude. A part of you was scared that he was going to talk to you to mention the incident that happened with Brad a couple of days prior. You discarded the possibility remembering how nervous he was when he found out about the dream, thinking that if he were to bring the topic up, he wouldn’t be so jolly. 

“Good Morning Y/N! I just wanted to tell you that we will have a directory meeting at 12pm, so be ready for that! he said, accentuating the “T” at the end. You liked David, to a certain extent. You immediately started liking him less when he ratted you out to Brad. 

“Sure. But couldn’t you have send me an email with the details of the meeting? I could’ve prepared something on what we were working on right now in the art department” 

“Yep, sorry. We forgot to tell you. See you later!” And with that he left, closing the door behind him

You sighed. Typical. You, the art director, were forgotten when setting up a very important meeting. You needed a fucking break, you didn’t get paid enough to keep up with all this bullshit.

You went to the breakroom, where Poppy and Ian were talking next to the coffee machine. You pushed Ian aside without even talking to him to prepare yourself a coffee and grab a packet of Pop Tarts. Poppy and Ian started talking to you about their lives, just making casual conversation. Ian was telling you and Poppy about a hookup he had the night before. Although it was a very graphic explanation, you lived for the drama of it all. At some point, Poppy tried to bring up Brad into the conversation, but every time she hinted at the subject, you shot her a stern look, not wanting to talk about your experiences regarding Brad.

Ian looked at you and Poppy weirdly, clearly feeling excluded from the conversation. He then said his “goodbye”s and left for his office. Immediately after he left, Poppy looked at you, wiggling her eyebrows, clearly not scared of you revealing her wet dream about Ian anymore.

“So? You’re not going to ask him out?” Poppy said, trying to usher you into caving in and admitting your crush on the tall man.

“Absolutely not.” you said with the most serious look. To prove your seriousness, you took a sip of your coffee.

“Oh come on! You know you like him, admit it!”

“Poppy, he’s a fucking sociopath. I’ve been with guys like him before and I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“Aha! So you do admit he’s your type!” She said, with an exaggerated tone of voice, as if she just resolved a case.

“Poppy! Such the fuck up!” You shushed her “Plus, I’d be surprised if he doesn’t already have someone in his life… Anyway, I’m not asking him out, he’s probably already weirded out enough”

“I’m sure he’s not. You said it yourself, he’s a fucking weirdo. Remember when he tried to bet on my hair? Yeah, fucking weirdo” She rambled “My point is, he’s probably turned on by all this.”

“Ew, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m too busy for this shit, I’m going back to my office. Tell me if you need anything work related. Bye.” And with that you left straight to your office.

When you arrived, you sat on your roller chair sighing. You brushed your hand over your face in pure self-doubt. Should you ask him out? Should you just ignore this whole situation? You didn’t know. All of this was raising a lot of questions in your head. Opening your eyes again, you went to reach your computer to continue working before your meeting when you hand touched a small, wrapped box. When you inspected it further, you saw a note was attached to it. You opened the small envelope curious to see who left the little box on your office table. You hadn’t seen anyone enter, too occupied talking to Poppy.

“ A little present for you. Be a good girl and put these on for the directory meeting in around half an hour. I have the remote.

Brad”

After reading the note, you immediately opened the box, tearing into the deep red wrapping paper that covered it neatly. You opened the lid to reveal a pair of vibrator panties. Your eyes immediately widened at the sight. The fact that Brad would spend this amount of money to torture you was unbelievable to you. Even if you were a bit grossed out by the situation, you were also very curious on how all of this was to play out. Without a second thought (before you regretted it) you rushed to the bathroom and put them on.

Ten minutes later, you rushed to the meeting and sat next to the man responsible for the vibrator between your legs. He was sitting slouching in his seat as if he didn’t give a fuck about anything, with one leg over the other, pressing his ankle on his opposite thigh. He leaned into you a bit and whispered in your ear.

“Are you wearing it?” he said. You nodded softly, gulping in anticipation. “Good girl” your pussy throbbed at that, you loved his praises.

You saw him put his hand into his pocket and the vibration between your thighs started softly, drawing a pleased hum out of you. He was kinky, you’d give him that.

When it was your turn to show everyone your designs, you knew Brad would make your life impossible. As you went to stand up, the vibration in between your legs speeded up, making you jump, drawing a concerned and confused look from David. You couldn’t think about anything but Brad during your presentation, your voice shook, you slightly whimpered, you sweated and could barely recall what you needed to say.

“Y/N, are you ok? You really don’t seem like yourself today” David said, concern laced in his voice. You slightly looked at Brad, who looked at you with lust-filled eyes and smirked at you.

“Y-yes, I’m fine. C-can I please c-continue?” You couldn’t help but stutter, it felt too good.

“S-sure…?” 

You kept going through the presentation and when you were done, you went back to your seat, crossing your legs to try to stop the build up. It was Brad’s time to present. He looked so sexy while engaging with his small public that consisted of the directory committee: Poppy, Ian, David, C.W. and yourself. 

“The weapons Y/N designed were a huge hit, and they’ve been selling like hot cakes. Good girl Y/N.” You almost choked when he said that. A silence filling the room.

“T-thank you Brad.” You said flushed.

“Well that was fucking weird” Said Ian.

At one moment, he put his hands on his pockets and amplified the vibrations while was presenting. You were so fucking close. You needed release and without realizing, you smacked the table with your hand hard. Then you tried to camouflage it as a cough when everybody looked at you weirdly. That cough sounded more like a moan than anything, but people didn’t dare to question anything. Brad knew you were so. Fucking. Close. That was when he completely stopped the vibrations. When he wrapped up his presentation, you rushed to your office.

“What was that about?” David said, weirded out.

“I don’t know,” Brad said, bored.

Brad paraded after you and found you hunched over your desk. You were on the brink of your orgasm and he denied it like he owned you, which he kind of did. You haven’t been this frustrated in a long time.

“H-hey, uh… what’s going on?” he said in an innocent tone. You stood up to confront him, full of a new-found confidence. 

“What is your fucking deal? I was so fucking close, and you put me in the spot SEVERAL times. I’m so fucking done with you Brad” You sounded really pissed, because you were.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist.” he said annoyed

“Oh fuck you!” you shouted

“Careful there, princess. You’re playing with fire.” With that, he pressed you against your desk and, yet again, leaned into your ear, whispering “You don’t want me to deny you of your orgasm again, do you?”

“N-no…” With his body pressed to yours, your brain barely functioned. You didn’t know what was going on with you, you never acted like this. 

“Good girl. Now, I have to go. I’ll see you later.” before he left, he brushed his lips with yours. Not quite kissing you, just teasing.

You were left there, dumbfounded (again). You breathed deeply, and your eyes were wide. You probably looked crazy, a complete mess. And worst of all, you were the wettest you had ever been. You were so fucking frustrated. You wanted to shout, scream and have a tantrum but, most of all, you wanted to cum. You wanted Brad to fuck you like he owned you.

[fallenrepublick]

There Will Be Yet Another Day

Part 2 of And She Shall Be Called Upon For Greater, Find Part 1 Here!

More Lore! Yay! I love this series <3 Enjoy!!!!

Warnings: Mentions of fertility

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She woke with a start, a few hours before the sun was set to rise. Dreams of gold cloaking itself over her body held themselves in a heavy haze over her mind. The future, young and commanding at her feet, stood before an endless crowd of followers on their knees, reaching to her and the small figure below, crying out words she couldn’t discern. Steadily she grew, the image of the people fading from view as her stature outmatched them all, eyes passing through the clouds. There was only a single thing higher than she - a crown, seated atop her head, stretching just as quickly to the heavens. There was no telling whether the dream was good or foreboding, simply that it existed. A reflection of her desires, she thought, and perhaps  a message for the future.

The time, as it were, mattered little to her. Plagued by these thoughts, by a fear of waning opportunity, she paced, recalling again and again the images, the faces she could not see. That figure below her, a child? A child dressed in red, a bright, nearly regal presence. And the gold, that of her god. Was it her, lifted above all else, growing into the beauty of her becoming? Or was it another? The god herself?

In bare feet, Roganda rushed once more to her table, awaiting orders. The glass top reflected her fingers in a dark blue as they tapped against the surface, humming the entire contraption to life and displaying a set of commands. Swiping and tapping through the menu, the pad of her index finger lingered over the lights, filling the darkness of the room with an almost neon hue. It had been far too long since she had last made this particular call, far longer than any usual visit. And yet the name, Physician, hovered like a threat, like a trillion questions yet asked, a lifetime woven between the year of silence. By name alone, her voice broke through the silence of the room, impending philosophies and advice tossed in Roganda’s way, desiring to know absolutely anything and everything of what she’d missed out on. Splitting her time between Tantiss and Geonosis, the Physician had become a force to be reckoned with throughout the Empire, moving to the top at a speed rarely before seen in any usual scientist.

With a quick breath in, Roganda gave one last tap, listening to the gentle hum of the table as her request for connection traveled, waited, and accepted.

“Oh, dearest, darling Ro,” spoke the Physician on the other end, heavily accented as any other core-born woman, “How long it truly has been!”

The Physician, as always, smiled in a way that suggested she knew something no one else did, smug and proud, haughty and styled. She rolled each “r” with pleasured confidence, curled each word with care and stylized articulation, that type that sent most men she worked beside broiling with anger. From the echo, Roganda gleaned that the woman was once more on Tantiss, no doubt after a long stint on the wretched bug-planet, taking part in whatever information trading was needed to build, what the Physician liked to call, The Ball.

In truth, she was no physician, not truly. In every official documentation, she’d been given the title Chairman, and yet, it was quite an acceptable name to call the woman, given that Roganda had long since forgotten her real name.

“Quite a while,” Roganda responded truthfully, meeting the woman’s eyes, “I had a dream that reminded me.”

“I’m honored,” smiled the woman widely, entirely unaffecting her tightly wound bun behind her head, “Although, I suppose it would do me no good to assume you dreamt only of my loving friendship. Have you so quickly run out of medication?”

The Physician was a rather pale creature, slender in a way that made many far too afraid of her, reminiscent of a vulture awaiting your near death, prepared to pluck your eyes from your head the moment she sensed despair. In only the most dire circumstances, she donned thin-rimmed glasses, from which she stared down the nose bridge, discerning in the opinions she held and thoughts she drew from others. Roganda had been offered the pleasure of meeting her in person once or twice, invited to some odd soiree here and there that ultimately amounted to little. And yet the upper class of Coruscant seemed delighted in the pair standing side by side, remarking that, in their countenance and a few facial features, the two might have been thought twins. The opportunity, though, informed the women that, beneath the surface, they could not have been more different.

Roganda shook her head. “No. It isn’t working.”

Yet the Physician only laughed, “That isn’t possible. What I make does not simply fail, you do realize. I won’t be one to blame it on user error, but-”

“It has failed,” insisted Roganda, interrupting with urgency that tracked its mud into her veins, “I’ve done everything, performed my duties at every turn, made certain the medication had an effect. Nothing. Am I to believe that this is just a fluke?”

“I never said that the medication would increase your chances to certainty,” hummed the Physician, raising a brow and pressing her bowed lips together, “I said it would increase it significantly. Even still, fertility is a fickle thing, child, and consistency is key. I ran the tests, I know what I see.”

Blue waves passed through the image of the woman as Roganda considered the words, interrupting each thought she formed with a reminder of where she was, who she spoke to. Annoyance tapped her heel on the floor of the room, line of sight tracking the path of the side of the table, noticing too greatly the dust that had collected in the minuscule gap between the edge of the glass and the table’s smooth bumper.

“Could it be… me?” she asked, eyes narrow, brow eyes beginning to ache with the stiffness of her frown, “What I am, it’s…”

But the Physician shook her head quickly, as if offended by the very thought of the oversight. “Dolgaraki physicality and genetics are not as different from humans as you seem to think,” she insisted, tapping the side of her cheek, gently pressing the soft skin in with each touch, “We are not far removed enough from humans to make such a difference. You only need continue your efforts, you will receive all that you wish and more.”

“Not fast enough,” hissed Roganda, recollections of fiery red hair living in the forefront of her mind, “That beast of a creature the Emperor calls a daughter can and will do all she can to stand in my way. You know this as well as I.”

“She abdicated.”

“And? That has no bearing on any potential children. He married the bitch off, and by my god, she knows the meaning of that. Are you really so blind as to think she will just let me do as I please?”

That, it was known between the two, was the struggle, the crunch that inched its way towards both of them each day, threatening to end them both between its inevitable weight. The potential, impending threat of the Emperor’s grandchild rising to the occasion in the event of the ruler’s death forced Roganda to hit the proverbial ceiling of influence, reminding her with each passing day that a claim to the throne hinged on only her ability to produce and maintain an heir. She could only breathe, in and out, held at the top for just a bit longer than she usually would, solace held in the knowledge that she’d been given no word of such a thing, that each day that passed was yet more opportunity. With the benefit of birth order at the very least, she would offer her child heavy claim to the Empire, if not, sole claim to the Empire. Under her breath, she cursed the Emperor for taking a wife and creating that beast so long ago.

With a small rattle of her dainty head, the Physician dismissed the accusation sticking yet another song-like note to the front of her words. “Senna hardly likes to share, I should know it better than any. Even if you conceive first, know that she will follow soon after, and your children will both be readily prepared to compete for the throne. Knowing the family, it will be to the death. Perhaps instead of languishing over birth order, you might focus on the methods through which you will train the child?”

“I will train her in the traditions of our moon.”

The Physician laughed, operatic and graceful, full rather than dainty, a hand lifted to her mouth, yet kept a few centimeters from her lips, informing Roganda that she’d once more painted them in that saturated, matte red she so loved. Not a hair fell out of place as the hand lowered to her chest, as if meant to stabilize her heavy breaths. She had maintained a certain youthful energy in spite of what she’d been through, that rigid pride in her spine lengthening her already tall figure and highlighting that clever mischievousness held in the purse of her lips. It was a wonder to Roganda how the woman was a mother.

“Are there any masters left?” questioned the Physician, tilting her head ever so slightly, seeming to rack her brain for any names that were off the deceased list, “I seem to recall the Jedi Order raiding the Dolgarak moon’s old temple long before the Clone War, unless you’ve got someone waiting in the weeds for your call?”

Roganda’s silence said enough, knowledgeable eyes holding a stare against the Physician’s, evoking only the faintest smile at the corner of the woman’s lips.

“Ah, but that all reminds me… calls and all that, I never knew if you’d heard from Saviin.”

A twitch flitted itself through Roganda’s brow, stare maintained, mind forced and locked in an altogether separate world. Saviin. By her god, she hadn’t heard the name in years, had avoided even thinking it, thinking of its feeling when spoken, each letter passed over her tongue, slipping between her teeth, the hush of its very first syllable. Its reminder dragged even the deepest memory to her consciousness, held to witness before copper skin, shining by moonlit jewels and perception that two young Jedi could only be the best of companions, cots covered in shed hair all too similar in color, indiscernible as their figures beneath darkness. Forced to call upon memory of wide eyes and fingers a few centimeters shorter than her own, tunnels through the Force dug in secret, the final reward following ages of lessons on how best to protect their minds from prying eyes, a design all their own linking each other across galaxies. One had intended to fight through the Jedi Order, if only for powers’ sake, the other knowing all too well that her abilities had long left the masters wanting. After so much time, Roganda had expected to forget the girl’s voice, light and airy as they whispered, strong and willful in the face of the outside world. She’d used both as they exchanged promises, sometimes foolish, other times serious as the grave. Roganda noticed quickly a tremble in her hand.

“Who told you of-”

“Don’t sound so frightened,” the woman mused, all too dismissive, “Not a soul knows, none other than I. I was only curious, is all, you do know how I love romance.”

Forcing herself to seem at the very least put-together, Roganda shook her head, flicking her eyes to an empty corner of the room. “No.”

“I take it she’s looking for you, even still?”

There wasn’t a shred of doubt. The girl had screamed and pounded against their old bond, a wall built between them that echoed her voice in Roganda’s mind. It was months before she fell silent, knowing there was no use. And yet, she’d promised always to look, to search each corner of the galaxy. Never sensing Roganda’s death, there would have been nothing standing in the way of her search. And Roganda had never felt the girl’s death, either. She searched, she searched even now.

“And she will find nothing,” responded Roganda, flat and distant.

“Is that so bad?” asked the Physician, leaning forward with the question, “Even if she found you, what would you have done? Surely, you know what would be done to her if she was ever discovered, if you attempted to leave. Is that a risk you’d take, child?”

“You seem lucky enough in your marriage,” Roganda replied, pushing the subject from herself.

“Ha!” the woman laughed, loud and glad to speak once more of herself, or perhaps acceptant of Roganda’s attempt at avoiding the past, “I was simply lucky to have found a man that would follow me to the ends of the universe. Like that in the Academy, and still here, too…That, and I never particularly caught the Emperor’s eye, you should know. I wasn’t quite complicated enough in that particular way he seems drawn to. Or perhaps I make things too complicated. Either way, he seems to like my work nowadays. Between you and me, he never truly moved on from the little cloning obsession, it’s an awful pain.”

“So I’ve heard.”

In a moment of seriousness, the Physician’s face drifted from its high amusement to subdued concern, drawing Roganda’s attention to her meaningful gaze.

“You needn’t worry,” she said lowly, holding Roganda’s stare, “You are the best of us. Nothing will falter, not until it’s far too late for them. Focus on the first step. The rest shall fall into place without a second thought.”

With a swift, curt nod and small frown, Roganda reminded herself of the goal, the purpose. Power. Control. The ability to choose, decide the way the galaxy should be, rather than what it was. Frivolities, love, all of it would come in the wake of her and her child’s ascension. Patience, that was the nature of her being, that which she had no choice to emulate.

The Physician grinned, satisfied with the response. “I’d better return to work,” she sighed, reminding Roganda of the hour, causing her eyes to glance towards the windows and the rising sun outside them, “You know, the old cavern on the other side of the planet is now vacant. It might be worth a look, now that the old priestess is gone.”

“Perhaps.”

“Take care, child. Remember your medication.”

The hologram switched off as the Physician ended the connection, leaving the room in an orange haze, the light beginning to pool at Roganda’s feet, rich as it seeped between the curtains. Her eyelids were once more heavy, informing her of the poor choice she had made in waking so early, beckoning her back to bed, despite the fact that she had no choice but to stay awake. Fighting the urges, she began to dress, shedding her sleep clothes and donning a dress of pure gold, forcing her hair into braids, twists, and contours atop her head that would inevitably cause her yet another deep-seated headache and constant aggravation as a single strand of hair was pulled far too tightly beneath the designs. She would have to endure nevertheless.

Pale creams, gaudy powders, strange contours not built for her face were lathered atop her skin, causing an itch that she knew would never subside. It was pure coincidence that she heard noise outside the door, hefty metallic footsteps recognizable as the damned silver droid that didn’t know how to leave her be, paired with those of a humanoid, ones she did not know. It was all she could do to prevent herself from running to the door and pressing the controls as if it were life or death. Instead, she forced a certain gracefulness, nearly sliding to the door, keeping her head impossibly upright as she stepped outside.

Yes, it was the droid, foolish as usual, leading a human, petite and unknown. Dressed in something simple for someone of high society, the girl’s yellow hair was pinned up in a strange pastry-like shape, her skin yet unmarred by makeup, save for far too much pink piled on her cheeks, blue eyes wide as they fell on Roganda.

“Ah, Lady Ismaren,” spoke the droid, unsurprised to see Roganda in the hall, “This is Tia, a new member of the Emperor’s, erm, court.”

The girl was young, younger than Roganda. High-maintenance, jittery energy emanated from the girl’s very features, her mind entirely open to the world, readable and loud. In her head, she repeated her name, age, old occupation, as if she were preparing for an interview, as if she hadn’t already been accepted to the court.

Tia, nineteen, historian. Tia, nineteen, historian. Tia, nineteen, historian.

It grated on Roganda’s nerves with each word, driving her from the girl’s mind entirely. Nineteen. Older than Roganda had been when she was taken by five years, yet it never failed to make Roganda grimace. And a historian? Someone with any bit of intelligence had no place here, though Roganda admitted silently that it was her own fault for expecting the Emperor to consider these young creatures as anything else, regardless of their accomplishments. That, at least, was her own greatest benefit.

“Would you show Tia her dormitory, Lady Ismaren?” requested the droid, emotionless eyes blinking a touch as she spoke.

“I’ve no time to babysit.”

“Please, my lady, I must return to the laundry.”

The girl stared at Roganda with wide, unreadable eyes, light blue conveying something between fear and excitement at the potential for a friend. Already, Roganda could tell that the child would be more trouble than she was worth.

“This way, girl,” Roganda said, spinning from her place and tracking further down the hall. Behind her, the girl’s footsteps only barely echoed, tiny taps of her toes indicating her presence.

“I’m Tia-” began the girl, voice small and shy.

“I don’t remember names, I’m female.”

Silence passed between them in the few moments it required to reach the room, the side of the door not yet marked with the girl’s name. As far as any were concerned, the room would be vacant, just an old bedroom, gathering dust in what used to be the Jedi Temple. It was a shame, Roganda thought, that she had no use for the girl’s youth yet. It would mean that she would have to remain until her purpose arose.

“Um, thank you,” said the child, back to the door, hands clasped tightly in front of her. Morning light had not yet begun to pass through the high windows, leaving the hall in deep shadow, the girl looking even more frightened in the darkness.

Roganda almost looked at the girl with pity, noting how small she was, how sheltered she likely had been before this. Swiping once more a quick glance into the girl’s mind, the image of an older woman, sharing a similar shade of yellow hair, came into Roganda’s vision, as did the woman’s acceptance of quite a large sum of money. How much Senna was sent to offer the woman, Roganda could not gather, but it was enough. More than enough.

“Do not expect to be happy here,” said Roganda lowly, turning herself from the girl and returning to her quarters, “You will not be.”

[knightyoomyoui]

The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x Male Reader- CHAPTER 3: “The Honorary Muse”

Note: Starting from this chapter, I will start adding specific length of timeskips and when is the date of that part. If there's nothing in there then it means that it was happening on the same night as the previous part. This is to let you readers keep in track as we progress more into the story.

Previously on CHAPTER 2: "Defend In Honor"... "I know he's having a busy night. I know the Myouis too. I know the Bloodline does. They all are having a busy night. I'm trusting you with this." Sana patted Jinyoung's shoulder then proceeded doing gestures again to emphasize her statement. "You tell him, I will personally deal against Jang Wonyoung, okay?"

Jinyoung was astounded, he looked at Sana interestingly. A smirk and a clutch to his chest. "He doesn't need to worry about it, okay? I will handle it on his behalf. Ijust need to make sure that you let him know soon, okay?" Jinyoung paused Sana, excusing her with a finger up. They leaned their heads closer, Jinyoung lowered his voice near Sana's ear. "I'm gonna tell you something I really shouldn't repeat." "Well go on then." "The Empire Chief..." "Yeah?" "...respects and appreciates your initiative." Jinyoung proudly said with a grin. Sana brought her fists up, feeling uplifted. "That's what I'm talking about! O-okay, I have to go now and prepare for Wonyoung later. Tell Yuta that I acknowledge him."

Jinyoung nodded and accepts Sana's handshake before the fighter left, fully motivated to meet her mission later dedicated to her one and only Empire Chief.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first: from Osaka, Japan, she is the great liberator... Minatozaki Sana!"  The ring announcer Song Jihyo introduces Sana who has now entered the ring and dressed completely to fight.

It didn't last long as another one has made her way to the ramp by emerging on the stage, flipping the crowd noise from boos to yays for the arrival of the babyface Jang Wonyoung.

"And her opponent, from Seoul, South Korea. She is the artist known as Jangggg Wonnnnnyoung!!!!!"

As she stepped inside the ring along with Sana and the referee where the two combatants positioned theirselves in their respective corners, their normal and clear state has allowed the referee to signal for the bell to ring and start the match.

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"Wonyoung, who is now fighting hard to escape from Sana's armlock" says the color commentator Knight Yoo as he calls the current scenario of what's going in the battle area where Wonyoung is now slowly standing up on her feet after consuming supports and motivations being sent by the fans cheering for her.

Now fully risen, she hits a knee to Sana's midsection twice before Sana decides to stop Wonyoung from applying minor damages to her body, only to backfire when Wonyoung starts running through the ropes and Sana was unable to catch her fast pace.

"Wonyoung looks to build momentum, and perhaps that will do it as Sana goes down."

Wonyoung ended her stomping grounds as she nailed a swift heel strike towards Sana's awaiting face, causing both of them to crash down on the mat but more pain will be on Sana as she ate that hit pretty hard.

Both recovered already on their collision, Sana tried to strike a punch at Wonyoung but the latter prevented it; instead delivering a successful elbow hit on Sana's jaw then a knee again to her torso, causing Sana to bow her body in an angle.

Highlighting her martial arts and flexibility elements, Wonyoung added a huge scissor kick straight to the back of Sana's neck. The Japanese who is now on fours, became accessible for Wonyoung to attempt critical loss of advantage for Sana as she ran to the ropes and bang Sana's face with a sliding kick.

The dazed and exhausted Sana threw herself to the top right turnbuckle. Wonyoung saw the opportunity, she ran at her. Sana noticed her charging figure, defending herself with a double kick yet the still observative and alert Wonyoung holds both of her feet then hurled her on the middle rope.

Sana was left sitting between the top and middle rope, unaware that from her behind Wonyoung did a reverse roll, ran and slid beneath her while clutching at her body; resulting for a sliding suplex. She collapsed back first into the mat while Wonyoung who landed on the ringside fires herself up with rage as the crowd cheered louder for her.

"RAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!"

Wonyoung climbed back to the ring and into the top rope, eyeing down Sana who weakly stood up before she does a knee to the back of Sana's neck.

Wonyoung then pinned Sana, lifting her one leg up. The referee began to count.

"1...2...-"

Sana kicks out of two.

The frustrated Wonyoung grabbed Sana's hair and carefully lifts her up. Sana broke out of her hold, swiping away Wonyoung's hands, attempting for another sucker punch but Wonyoung dodges. She plants another forearm strike on Sana's face then a shin kick near to the ear.

The poor Japanese fighter must be seeing stars now based from how she already lost the composure of her stance. Wonyoung hilariously watched her spun around and go again near at the bottom right turnbuckle.

Sensing the incoming opportunity for her to end the match on her favor, Wonyoung positioned herself in a fighting stance; hyping the crowd to her prepared finisher about to be released.

"Jang Wonyoung seems to have Sana where she wants her and now, looking to finish with a running knee chop but AGAIN, MINATOZAKI SANA RETREATS!" the commentator Knight Yoo mentioned Sana's sudden roll out to the ring as she realized the danger she just put herself in.

The annoyed Wonyoung gets out of the ring from the other side, monitors Sana as she stayed on her spot for a while before she plans to blindside her but to everyone's shock, Sana counters it by powerslamming Wonyoung on the ringside floor who groaned loudly at the harsh impact her back received.

The referee started to count. Sana entered the ring again at 4th count while Wonyoung is still recovering.

"5!!... 6!!!!"

The crowd is now chanting, mixed with their synchronized counts together with the referee while the others had the audible panic in their pleading screams for Wonyoung to continue fighting.

"7!!!..... 8!!!!"

Wonyoung gripped the ringside apron. One knee out of the floor.

"9!!!"

She finally did it. The crowd expressed their relief and joy that Wonyoung was still able to make it. Sana is probably the only person inside the arena right now who is having the opposite reaction to Wonyoung's toughness.

The match still continues. Sana rains stomps and kicks on the unrecovered Wonyoung to steal the lead. She rolled outside of the ring and brought Wonyoung with her. Pulling her up, she was about to bump her into the ringside pole but to no avail as Wonyoung switches; Sana was the one who took the contact instead.

Wonyoung threw Sana beyond the ringside barricade where the ring announcer, timekeeper and other staffs are sitting around. They were surprised, Wonyoung just entered the ring and the referee once again counts; this time to put Sana's fate in tatters.

The count is now at 8. Sana stood up but still slightly falls from her feet.

"Mintozaki Sana, falling at the count of 8. Enters at number 9, barely beats the count"

And then all of a sudden... as Sana crawled back into the ring; she meets her demise by accepting Wonyoung's finisher as her opponent charges on her in desperation.

"OHHHH RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!!!"

"1..2..3!!!" The bell rang after as the crowd erupted in joy along with the commentators, still satisfied from that awesome finish did by Wonyoung.

"Here is your winnerrr... JANG WONYOUNGGG!!!" the ring announcer declares the victory for the Queen Of Strong Style. The referee helps Wonyoung celebrate her win by holding her raised arms in the air in front of the applauding audience.

Sana on the other hand, clutches on her jaw in pain as she rolls her body around.

"Well thankfully Sana should be glad that the Bloodline is very busy right now to witness her lost, right?" Knight talks to his fellow commentator partner Lee Kwangsoo whose grin is from ear to ear, delighted at his pick's victory.

"Apparently yeah, they don't have any care either that this match existed tonight so Sana is just safe." Kwangsoo replied, agreeing to Knight's statement.

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1 WEEK LATER | May 13, 2023

During the another episode of Friday Night Knockdown, everyone has seen the special adviser Park Jinyoung walking in the backstage holding a coffee that probably the Empire Chief has requested for him to get.

On his way back to the Bloodline locker room, he saw Sana who is waiting outside, smiling that the person she came there for has appeared.

"Oh, Sana." Jinyoung greeted her simply. Sana clasped her hands and smiled timidly back at him.

"Hey, Jinyoung."

"Wait here for a second, I'll just gonna give this to the Empire Chief." Jinyoung excused himself to Sana, opening the door and entering the room as he gave the hot coffee to Yuta inside. He walked out immediately, facing Sana again who patiently waited outside.

"What brought you here?"

Well, I came here. I know he still has a lot in plate. He's talking to the Myouis right now. He's getting them prepared to go out there and talk address that tag title match. I don't want to bother him so... I'm asking you a favor here. Sana began speaking out her concern. Jinyoung impressively reacted.

"Because I want to make sure that everything is in full square, okay? I may have overstepped my boundaries by accepting that match with Wonyoung but I need to make sure, I want him to see my true intentions, you know what I'm saying?" Sana continues, pointing her two index fingers at the walls of the Bloodline locker room to refer at one of the person inside, and that is none other than Yuta Nakamoto.

"I stood up, Jinyoung. Nobody else stood up! Those guys came from War and then what? They disrespected everybody. They disrespected The Bloodline. They disrespected Yuta Nakamoto. They disrespected the entire locker room I'm keeping an eye in and with that, I had to be the one to stood up."

Jinyoung remained silent, still listening at Sana who sounds absolutely making sense as of the moment. She was indeed right, because of what Sana did it truly did seem that she might be the only person around here in the roster who respects and cares about the Bloodline's status.

"I'm the one. Me. Me!" Sana kept pointing at herself. "And I have to make sure that the relationship between the locker room leader and the Highness of the Land is... synergystic, you understand?"

Jinyoung tried to speak but he just let Sana proceed as she added another words to say on behalf of her reasoning.

"We have to be on the same page. So what I'm asking you, please Jinyoung... I need to get my respect back." Sana begged at Jinyoung, squeezing her tone.

Jinyoung nodded, understanding Sana's side. "It all starts with Yuta Nakamoto. It all starts with the Bloodline. I just want to make sure that he's not mad at me, honestly."

Sana has finally done opening up her fears and worries of the possibilities that his goal of getting along really well with Yuta and his family won't last long. Her obvious uneasiness brought Jinyoung to smirk, lean closer beside her and pat her in behind.

"Sana, your Empire Chief... appreciates you."

That was the only thing he said. Giving one last little stronger pat, he returned inside the room; leaving Sana to cheer up instantly by creating antics of success and hope within her.

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1 WEEK LATER | May 20, 2023

The time has come. Tonight's main event in Friday Night Knockdown is what all have been waiting to see. The twins YN and Mina Myoui are currently defending their Japan Fightful Federation World Tag Team Championships with Park Jinyoung and the reigning World Champion Yuta Nakamoto on the ringside against the challengers, Miyawaki Sakura and Kim Chaewon aka LE SSERAFIM from Monday Night War.

The match is now ongoing for 13 minutes and so far the crowd is really into it, chanting loudly in support for either one of the teams of their choosing. Right now, Chaewon is on the top rope with YN Myoui, pounding her arm against his back to weaken and execute a superplex on him.

YN tries to counter, but that urged Chaewon to increase her offense; plowing YN's nape with series of elbows until he stops.

Change of plans, the crowd was in awe including the commentators when Chaewon positioned herself beside YN to look like she's aiming rather to perform her and Sakura's own finisher called the "Antifragile" from the top rope and turn the move into a surpreme one.

"What the hell is Jinyoung doing?!" commentator Knight saw something strange going on in the ring.

In a shocking turn of events though, Jinyoung tried to enter the ring; distracting the referee by warning him not to do it. That was just in time for Chaewon to slay YN when suddenly everyone screamed in shock when Chaewon ended up rather crashing down on the mat alone.

"WAIT A MINUTE! T-THE EMPIRE CHIEF! YUTA NAKAMOTO! THAT WAS YUTA SAVING HIS COUSIN YN!!!" Knight yelled as even him witnessed Yuta taking advantage of referee arguing with Jinyoung rather on focusing in the match as he quickly grabbed YN's leg to prevent him crashing down with Chaewon in the ring.

Now that Chaewon suffered from the painful landing she received, that allowed YN to ready himself on the top rope.

"SAVING YN MYOUI WHO GOES FOR THE SPLASH!!! COVER!!!"

Commentator Knight Yoo called for the referee's actions as Jinyoung stopped bothering after what Yuta did, letting the referee to notice YN pinning Chaewon.

"TO DEFEND THE TITLES, 1... 2...3!!!"

The bell rang, alarming everyone that the match has closed. The audience's expressions fell with disappointment, sadness and anger at The Bloodline's slick trick to restrict the fan favorite LE SSERAFIM win the titles.

"Here are your winners... and STILLLLLL the Undisputed Japan Fightful Federation's World Tag Team Champions... YN and Mina, The Myouis!!!" ring announcer Song Jihyo declares the victory for the reigning and defending tag champs, keeping the streak alive.

Meanwhile, Minatozaki Sana is watching the match on the backstage from the LED TV; celebrates and felt very proud for The Myoui's win and for the entire Bloodline's additional accomplishment.

She kept on watching the show as The Myouis and Yuta weren't done at LE SSERAFIM, giving each of them a brutal attacks as Sakura got placed into a guillotine lock by Yuta who is screaming in rage while all of the referees and executive staffs of the show rushed in to try restaining the group from causing chaos in the arena while Chaewon just went crashing straight to the table as she got frog splashed by Mina from the top rope.

The show ended with Yuta, YN and Mina raising their title belts in the air with Jinyoung joining them in the ring with his finger up in the sky, leaving the grieving people of Japan to forcefully accept and acknowledge their greatness while their unconscious LE SSERAFIM has finally been rescued by the staffs for emergency assistance.

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3 DAYS LATER | May 23, 2023

On Monday Night War, General Manager Bang Sihyuk confirms that he booked a match for tonight as the Undisputed World Tag Team Champions The Myouis who successfully defended their titles against the fallen LE SSERAFIM will team up with Minatozaki Sana to face off one half of LE SSERAFIM, the medically cleared Kim Chaewon who didn't ended up in hiatus due to injury unlike her partner Miyawaki Sakura.

As a replacement and voluntarily act, one of the babyface teams in War called Tomorrow x Together or TXT for short, consisting of duo Huening Kai and Choi Beomgyu agreed to step beside with Chaewon for an Intergender 6 Person Tag Team match.

As the match progresses, Chaewon who is still not fully recovered from the attacks she suffered in the hands of the Bloodline; having her torso wrapped in elastic bandage to protect her bad ribs, delivers an exploder suplex to both YN and Sana before doing a senton to double the damage.

Chaewon saw Mina enters the ring but Beomgyu also saw that coming from the ringside. Mina tried to slap Chaewon but dodges, only to encounter a heavy knuckle from Beomgyu.

YN stood up, taking the turn to pounce at Beomgyu but he began to ran through the ropes; firing a flying elbow to YN.

Kai joins Chaewon and Beomgyu in the ring, starts to sprint through the ropes to rocket away with a dive towards The Myouis outside.

Back in action, Chaewon who is the legal competitor; hypes up the crowd by lifting up the spirit in her to execute the Antifragile finisher on Sana but she saw The Myouis stood up on the apron in distraction.

She tried to approach them but the Myouis avoided, jumping out of the ring until in everybody's surprise; they began backing out from the ramp.

"Woah, wait what?" The color commentator for Monday Night War team, Kim Jong Kook expresses her confusion on The Myoui's actions.

"Looks like The Myouis are taking a hike.", says his partner Yoo Jaesuk on the table.

"Wait, are they abandoning Minatozaki Sana?!"

Sana slowly rises up from her feet. Her eyes furrowed and went puzzled as she saw The Myouis from the distance, far away from her who supposedly they are the ones to remain sticking up for her side tonight.

Too preoccupied with confusion, Chaewon finally succeeds to hit Sana with the Antifragile. The referee counts to three, giving the win to Chaewon and TXT.

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As part of the main card of tonight's episode of Friday Night Knockdown, Minatozaki Sana has been invited to guest the talk show called the "G-IDLE show" hosted by her bestfriend who is currently part of the Monday Night War roster and eventually got requested by Sihyuk to make a surprise appearance for tonight's show.

Sana has been introduced, walking down into the ramp along with the boos of the crowd and her entrance theme. She enters the ring and she was fluttered when she got hugged right away by her bestfriend.

"I missed you, Sana."

"I missed you too... Miyeon." They whispered at each other off the mic.

In the midst of the show, the host Choi Miyeon switches the topic from conversing about her current feud with a fighter. She mentioned Sana's situation with The Bloodline this time.

"Look, that's why I am here tonight and I have you as my guest, alright? I just... want you to drop everything you've been doing on Knockdown and just come with me on War." Miyeon suggested. Sana frowned at how unlikely for her to do that easily knowing how her chase of respect and loyalty with the Bloodline has now become some sort of a mission now to her. She can't just cut it off that easily.

"You can call out the entire locker room there and expose all the liars, starting with Wendy. Okay?"

Sana just sighed for her bestfriend's eagerness.

"Look, Miyeon. You know I always got your back, right?"

"Yeah, I know exactly so... lets go?!"

"But now is not a good time, Miyeon. Seriously."

Miyeon was stunned at her bestfriend's response. She didn't actually expected that Sana would reject her.

"You see I have a lot in the plate right now. As a locker room leader of Knockdown, I have to monitor back there. They need me. The Bloodline needs me. They've been leaning on me heavily right now. N-now is not a good time. I'm sorry." Sana excused herself, much to Miyeon's dismay as she kept on pinching her forehead stressfully.

"You know sis... look at you." Miyeon pointed her hand at Sana. "This is the part you don't notice. This... naive, delusional side of yours."

Sana furrowed her eyebrows.

"Woah woah naive? Delusional? What are you talking about? I'm not naive?!" Sana paused Miyeon from talking.

"You are."

"I'm not?!"

"Duh look at you. Talking about The Bloodline? You are not with The Bloodline." Miyeon reminded.

"I know I don't belong yet but I'm been somehow their associate..."

"Yeah no. You're not with the Bloodline and I'm sorry to tell you this but... quite frankly you come out here, praising about them, you trynna help them out, wearing their t-shirt... makes you sound like a moron."

Sana was taken aback at Miyeon's pick of strong term to use on describing her.

"So let's just skip this out... listen to your real friends-"

Miyeon halted when Sana stood up from her chair, shaking her head in disapproval.

"Nah. Moron, huh." She muttered. "You know what, I take back what I said about Wendy minutes ago. I'm just being nice at you. You are now completely being left behind now in your roster. You can't keep up with their limits anymore."

Miyeon twitches her lips and clenches her fists in pent up anger consuming her deep inside. She thought that it would come down to this then, well she doesn't have any other choice but to slap back at her delusional bestfriend and show how she's being a hypocrite now also.

She stood up in her seat aggressively, facing Sana closely. "Shut up. You're being a bigger moron now. You aren't with the Bloodline, okay?!"

"You're being a liar, you don't know what you're even saying."

"I do, you moron!"

"Liar!"

"Moron!"

"Liar!!!"

"Moron!!!"

"LIAR LIAR LIAR!!!"

"MORON MORON MORON!!!"

They kept on exchanging childish insults at each other until Miyeon breaks it off at how it's getting ridiculous now. "Alright stop stop! Too far, you're being too far now Sana!"

"Fine, sorry." Sana bowed her head in guilt. Miyeon sighed tiredly, clicking her tongue.

"And you! You need to snap out of it okay?!" She pushes Sana with angst. "If you're so tight with the Bloodline like you claim to be, why would they leave you high and dry on War, huh?"

Sana was speechless at the painful truth that Miyeon just fired.

"It's so easy to figure out if you're really this close to them, why don't we just call them out here and see what happens?" Miyeon said, spreading her arms as she laid out a dare for Sana who is still silent.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen give it up for The Bloodline!!!"

The crowd looked at the stage. Nobody showed up.

"Give them a sec." Sana reasoned.

"Oh, yeah maybe they didn't heard me loud and clear. Okay, again. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GIVE IT UP FOR THE BLOODLINEEE!!!"

Nothing. No signs of either Yuta, Jinyoung or The Myouis in the entranceway.

She went beside Sana who must be feeling embarassed and saddened, wrapped her arm around her back and caressed her shoulder. "Look, girl. Sana. You know why aren't coming out?"

Sana just looked at Miyeon.

"Because the Bloodline couldn't care less about you."

Sana scoffed, removing Miyeon's arm around her. "Whatever. You don't know what you're talking about."

She left the ring through hopping between the ropes, leaving Miyeon alone in the ring. Sana begun walking back in the ramp when Miyeon rolled out and chased Sana. "Wait, Sana! Just forget about this stuff, okay?! Girl, just come with me on War-"

Miyeon reaches Sana's shoulder and tried to turn her around, only to met with an intense push to her chest by Sana that made her look weirdly at her.

"STOP IT! GO BACK TO WAR IF YOU WANT! STAY THERE AND LEAVE ME ALONE, I HAVE A LOCKER ROOM TO LEAD!"  Sana burst out furiously at Miyeon off the mic which made most of the crowd except the ones behind the barricade near at them to heat what she's saying.

Sana proceeded to walk again. Miyeon was left there, watching her back in confusion and surprise at her bestfriend's change of attitude.

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The crowd watched on the big screen as the siblings and tag champs YN and Mina Myoui exit The Bloodline locker room. One turn, they encountered Sana who is just walked out on her bestfriend Miyeon in the arena.

The three gathered, YN looking annoyed at Sana while Mina is just serious.

"Guys, I feel like I'm putting a lot around in here and I just... not sure at all if I'm getting back the same level of respect that I deserve. We don't need to keep doing this, okay?" Sana started talking at at the twins with a hint of cluelessness in her tone of voice.

"You all can just tell me the truth in here. What do you guys exactly think of me? I mean, what am I to you? Here's what I'm thinking, what if... I don't know...

What if I join the Bloodline?"

YN coughed up at that statement, Mina just looked at her. Sana noticed what that reaction meant. "No, it's fine. I know you guys are blood. I didn't mean it like that. It's like... what if I... what if I just become, I don't know? Honorary member?"

Mina looked at Sana then you calmly. "Honorary member? Or should I say hmm... honorary muse of ours? Yeah, sure." she shrugged. YN just turned at her with a scrunched up face, in complete disbelief at his sister's decision to just add Sana like that plain and simple to their faction.

Sana raised her fists in joy, hissing in the utmost adrenaline of pleasure cursing in her soul at that wonderful answer. "You... you guys are smart. That is a right choice. Whatever you guys need, anything. I'll be here. And if I need anything, well you know..."

"Yeah, you don't have to say it now muse. We got you." Mina nodded with a small smile. YN just scoffed and entered the locker room again. "Catch you up later."

"Yeah, you too Mina." Sana waved her hands goodbye at Mina who followed YN after. Sana tried to call YN too but she was only left ignored.

She won't mind it that much for now. What matters for Sana the most is that tonight, she has now finally gained the respect and credibility that she's seeking to have by earning the trust of The Myouis, leaping onto one step away from the Empire Chief's own next.

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 24th December ❄️✨

A very festive Audio Drama Sunday to you all! I think Christmas has come early this year because so many of my current fave shows gifted us new episodes this week! 

🤠 OUGH I’ve made it up to ep 9 in @caravanradio and this is where it starts absolutely punching me in the heart. I’m so excited to listen to ep 10 but then it’s over AGAIN. All I want for Christmas is S2 of Caravan to be perfectly honest. 

🧳 Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions (7) This episode made me feel homesick for a culture that doesn’t even exist. I found the philosophy discussed so interesting and keep mulling it over! I don't know what metaphorical shoreline I'd be considered part of!! 

👁️ I bloody loved Benevolent by @malevolentcast. They absolutely nailed the cheesy Christmas special vibe and I was so happy to hear the long-awaited return of arguably the best character in anything ever at the end there.  

🌒 @monkeymanproductions I loved the answers to the MTO Q&A! I just adore this show and it’s always so interesting to get the behind the scenes scoop!! I really do want that Cass-only episode though. Pretty please? 

🎙 Welcome To Night Vale (240) ahhh!!!! What does this mean?! If this is going to be an exploration of nature vs nurture I am so here for it. Let’s . . . maybe let’s not kill our doubles this time? 

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum RUINOUS. Oooh I love a twist on a fountain of youth story and this one was particularly gripping. There are so many new revelations so far this season and I’m thrilled to hear that we’re getting two more episodes! I don’t want it to end!

🎧 Yay more The First Episode Of with @starshipqstar. It was absolutely fascinating from a very indie creator POV to hear how people with talent and experience found approaching audio drama for the first time. But I also think it’s important to address the DEEP SADNESS that there will not be a Starship Q Star season 2!! What?!! Christmas is CANCELLED. 

🐬 The dolphin emoji I use to denote @patterspod has never been more apt as we met Big Wave Dave in the latest episode. If you like weird and you’re not listening to Finding Pattersby, I just don’t know what to tell you. It’s just something else. 

🌨️  @thewhitevault (4) oh MAN I love this show so much.  I refuse to believe that a certain character is really dead but … maybe they are, I just can’t accept it. It sounds as though something absolutely monumental is happening to the show’s main family and I need to know how the stories are going to entangle!!! 

❤️‍🔥 The Love Talker (5) Jeeeeesus this show almost makes me regret listening to it every episode. I love this set-up where we get a new character’s perspective each episode, every new piece of the puzzle is even more disturbing than the last. 

🏢 @somewhereohio (S2E3) oh no! It’s spreading!! It’s honestly a little funny to me to listen to the show as someone who has no context of what makes Ohio, Ohio. I’m sure I’m missing a lot of cultural context but also, after listening, I’m probably not going to visit . . .  also it’s great to hear Rae Lundberg popping up in new shows - they always do such a good job!

🧬 Regina Prime - What a fun departure from the world we think we know in this bonus Regina Prime episode! I feel like the next season is going to be even more expansive and I’m very excited for it!! It’s also made me realise that I no longer trust W Keith Tims in anything after listening to The Love Talker! 

I hope everyone’s having a wonderful festive season! I’m going to be doing the #12DaysofPodmas again where I post an official review of a show I love every day until Jan 5th as a little gift to the amazing creators who’ve made my year so much better! I’m sure they’d love it if other people did the same! ☃️

[gren-arlio]

Finally, Welcome to Part 2 of Episode 1 of Arle's Route.

(Ah, Kikimora. Oddly sweet in this game and manga. Why did you tell me your sizes in your bio?)

Heya, Gren here, and after so long (aka a week), we get a new part. Wasn't done last week so that's why I made that special Witch episode (which has become one of my most viewed posts, ironically,) and now we can finally finish...Episode 1. Trust me, these take a while.

Before I put timestamps, I want to say this: I will not be translating shop menus... this time. Thought it'd be better to make that into a single Extras post sometime so it's easy to get for people rather than just telling people to come to Part 2 of Episode 1 of Route 2 of a Niche Video Game. (Is that too many unnecessary labels? Yeah.)

Anywho, The video:

Timestamps:

No Way. A Store is a Store: (10:45)

Schezo Gives a Death Threat: (11:25)

Skeleton-T Boss: (13:55, defeat is on 16:21)

Ticket/Door Stuff: (17:05)

Mysterious Voice Moments: (18:19)

Shopping: (19:19)

Rulue 1: (22:45)

Schezo Vs The Allegations: (23:27)

We can finally go onto episode TWO...After the next Extras Episode. Maybe. Perhaps. Perchance.

With that, hope you enjoy.

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No Way. A Shop is a Shop: (10:45)

Arle:

Oh, so this is a shop! (Yes Arle. A shop is a shop.

Momomo:

Momomo, welcome to the shop.

Arle:

Ah, hello there.

Momomo:

There's a lot of danger inside of the attractions.

If you buy a lot of items, you'll be safer, so be sure to do so.

Arle:

Aren't you some merchant...

(Menu pop up saying:

Buy

Sell <-

Back)

Momomo:

What do you want to sell?

(Nothing. Arle leaves.)

Hope to see you again.

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Schezo Gives a Death Threat: (11:25)

Arle:

Oh, it's Schezo!

Schezo:

Ah, Arle...are you here for the attraction too?

Arle:

Well, yeah.

Schezo:

Well...that's fine. Just don't get in my way.

If you interfere with me, I'll make you disappear for good!

Arle:

??? Schezo...

Why are you so wokred up? I thought you were here to have fun?

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Skeleton-T Boss: (13:55)

Skeleton-T:

Hello? Are you a visitor?

Arle;

Yeah, hello! What're you doing here?

Skeleton-T:

I'm having a cup of tea. You want a cup?

(Menu that says Yes or No appears. Arle says no)

What! You won't drink my tea!

I won't you forgive you for taking advantage over my goodwill!

Arle:

Um...I don't think this is needed.

I don't even think you're human...

Skeleton-T:

Gah! Ochaaaaa! Why would you even care!

Arle;

I knew it...you're not human...

Skeleton-T:

Ochaaa! Come on then!

(His defeat is him saying "Ochooo..." with Arle saying "It's my victory! Yay!")

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Tickets/Door stuff: (17:05)

Arle:

Eh? What's written here...

(He who has 3 orbs, raise them.)

...Do I really have the orbs to proceed?

Carbuncle:

Gu?

[Fast forward a bit and she goes to a chest with tickets.]

Arle:

Oh, there's tickets here! Huh...

(Arle got tickets to Fire Mountain, Water Paradise, and Starlight Stage.)

...This means I can enter more attractions! Yay!

Carbuncle:

Gugu!

[Text prompt to leave]

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Mysterious Voice Moments: (18:19)

(For this I'll be calling them MV.)

MV:

So, you cleared the first attraction.

Arle:

Eh? What?

MV:

Well, let's say you did complete it.

...Let's just call it the "Exciting Course".

...Hm, yes! A perfect name!

Arle:

I feel like I've heard this voice before...

MV:

Collect 3 orbs and a new path will open up.

Yes...a door to the new attractions await you...

Arle:

Oh? ...I don't even know you!

MV:

Fufufu, we'll meet sooner or later...

Carbuncle:

Gugu!

MV:

Wow! Carbuncle!

Arle:

... ... ...Are you by any chance?

MV:

Uh oh! And so, farewell!

Arle:

Oh dear...I don't know about you, but I think I'll collect these orbs...

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Shopping: (19:19)

Momomo:

Welcome to the shop.

Arle:

Smells good in here.

Momomo:

Oh, we do food service also.

The attractions get really hard without food, so be sure to bring a lot.

Arle:

Still a salesman, I see...

Carbuncle:

Gu!

[I'm...gonna skip all the shop menus for an Extras episodes. When? Maybe 2 or so Extra episodes later, I got one planned already.

Anyways, Arle plans to leave the shop.]

Momomo:

There's no reason to not know how to identify items.

Arle:

Identifying items...it would be useful to have that ability.

...Actually, how do I do that?

Momomo:

I can teach you.

Arle:

Wait...really!?

[Arle gained the ability to identify items!

You can now identify items you find in the dungeon.]

Arle:

Wow, thanks! ...By the way-

If I can identify stuff on my own, I don't need to be here anymore, right?

Momomo:

People who aren't good at identifying won't get any better.

Momomo never fails to identify, so keep up the good work.

Arle:

Aha, I see...well, I look forward to working with you!

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Rulue 1: (22:45)

Rulue:

Arle!?

That Said Arle:

Oh, hi Rulue! Have you done this attracrion yet?

Rulue:

...I don't care about that.

Arle:

I see...Least not yet...

Rulue:

No one said anything about a "Not Yet."

Arle:

So you did do it?

Rulue:

Oh-hohoho! Of course!

Arle:

Oh, right! I completed it also!

Rulue:

Well, I'm in a hurry, so please excuse me.

Arle:

That's weird, Rulue...Why is she in a hurry?

Carbuncle:

Gugu?

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Schezo VS The Allegations: (23:27)

Schezo:

Arle...

That Said Arle Again:

Hey, what's Schezo doing here?

Schezo:

Hmpf. None of your business.

Arle:

Are you here to get women again?

Schezo:

Eh?

Arle:

I mean, you always chase women around saying "I want you."

Schezo:

Wha...I don't do that!

Arle;

You can say that again...I mean, "The Dark Mage" is a boy...

Schezo:

You know what! I'm...

I'm tired. I'm going on ahead.

Arle:

Assuming you're not here to get just girls...

No way, Schezo...you're here to get men too...

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FINALLY. DONE WITH EPISODE 1.

I'm glad. Next Extras Episode might be revolving around Kikimora, IDK fully.

Episode 2 might be a lot smaller, or at least I hope. Thank you for standing by with me, and hope you enjoyed.

[frostwing213]

Odyssey AU/Fanfiction I wrote for class 3/10

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Hi, I wrote what is basically fanfiction for class on, you guessed it, the Odyssey . I decided to share it with ya'll.

Essentially, I took the events of the Odyssey, shifted and removed some things, made it take place in modern times, then wrote a 29 pages with over 14000 words piece of fanfiction in a week.

Is it accurate? Lol, no. Is it fun? Yes.

Keep reading to see part 3 of 10:

Can we not get into car races with a one-eyed guy, please?

“Where the hell are we?” Ody snapped, stepping out of the car into the very unfamiliar garage. Polites, somehow in a pair of coveralls that Ody was pretty sure he didn’t own, shot him a smile and thumbs up, saying

“We’re still on the path home. Unrelated, can we race with your car?”

“What?!” 

“We’re doing a car race with a guy named Polyphemus!”

“No we’re not!”

“But we already bet money on it!” Ody sighed and muttered

“Of course you did.” He looked up at Polites and asked, “How much?” Polites gave him a sheepish smile and said

“A lot…” Ody sighed and asked

“Where is everyone else?”

“Talking with Polyphemus and getting gas.” Ody sighed and said

“Fine. Yes. It can race. I’m driving.” Polites smiled and said

“Yay!” Ody nodded and asked

“Where is Polyphemus?” 

“Outside.” Ody walked towards the doors, stuffing his phone in his pocket. He pushed open the doors and saw Eury talking to a very large man. Ody walked over and the man looked at him, and a bad feeling washed over him. Ody walked over and saw the man’s eye patch, then looked at his other eye as the man flashed a smile and said

“Ah, this must be your sleepy friend! What’s your name?” Ody reached out a hand to shake and said without hesitance

“Nobody.” He made his word quick, so it vaguely sounded like a name, just a strange one. The man paused, but Ody spoke before he could doubt too much

“You must be Polyphemus. I heard my friends got into a race with you. I’ll be the driver of my truck.” Polyphemus nodded and said

“Good to know, you ever raced before?” Ody put on a confident smirk and said

“Not that I’d admit to any cops.” Polyphemus barked out a laugh and said

“Ha! Good to know you’re no snitch! Your friend here was making me worry, wasn’t he…” He paused, then said “Never caught your name.” Eury, thankfully catching on, said

“I’m no one you need to worry about.” Polypehmus laughed and said

“It did seem like your friend, Polites I think, seemed the most into it, along with that other little guy.” Ody chuckled and said

“Those two are probably the most impulsive of us!” Polyphemus’s large hand slammed down on his shoulder and he said

“Well, I await our great race! But don’t get your hopes up too high! I’ve beaten everyone I’ve raced against! I don’t lose!” Polyphemus laughed and walked off, after he was out of earshot, Eury asked

“You’ve done street races?!”

“Oh hell no. It’s dangerous and stupid. Also illegal. One of the major reasons I gave a fake name. Also, I’m getting a bad feeling about this. Who all gave their name?”

“Just Polites.” Ody nodded and said

“Tell the others not to give theirs when they get back.” Eury nodded and said

“Got it.” Ody sighed and walked back to the garage, slipping inside and saying

“Polties, if cops show up to arrest us, I’m throwing you under the bus.” Polties laughed from under the truck and said

“Got it!”

“I’m not kidding.” Polites poked out a thumbs up and said

“I know, I’ll take responsibility for my actions! But we’ll be fine.” Ody sighed and said

“We'll bail you out later.” Polites laughed and slid out from under the truck, smiling and saying

“I know you will! Just don’t let me sit for too long!” Ody leaned against the wall with a smirk and said

“Oh, I’ll at least be going home first. Call Penelope as your phone call.” Polites smiled and said

“You’re awesome.” Ody chuckled, then let his face fall serious as he said

“I don’t have a good feeling about that Polyphemus guy. Something bad’s gonna happen. I know it. I didn’t give my real name, I said Nobody.” Polites laughed and asked

“Nobody? He believed that?” Ody shrugged and said

“I didn’t give him time to think. Now what were you doing under my car?”

“Just a little fixing, Nothing unneeded.” Ody sighed and said

“Alright.”

Three hours later, as the sun set, Ody adjusted his hands on the wheel. Polyphemus had walked them through the, very illegal, track. All on public roads. Why had he agreed to this again? Polyphemus rolled down his window and shouted

“Ready to lose, Nobody?” Ody put on a smirk and looked out, asking

“Are you?” Polyphemus laughed, then both of them turned their attention to the person standing between them, holding two homemade looking flags. They raised them above their head, Ody moved his foot over the gas and put his car into drive, then they snapped the flags down and he took off. Immediately, Polyphemus took the lead, but Ody was close behind. The race continued, each of them pulling in front of the other for a few moments before they traded again. Until, finally, they saw the finish line. Ody fully floored the gas and dashed ahead, blowing by with cheers from his friends as he slowly slowed down. He heard a roar of anger and paused as he stepped just outside the truck. One of Polyphemus’s friends walked over and went to put the money in Ody’s hand, looking impressed, when Polyphemus stopped his car and stormed out, booming

“YOU CHEATED!” Ody Polites walked over and took the money, then subtly passed it to Ody as he said

“No he didn’t. Everyone played fair-”

“NOBODY BEATS ME!” Eury stepped next to Ody and he passed him the money quietly as he said with a smirk, 

“Yeah, I did.” Polyphemus paused, looking confused, before fury erupted in his face and he stormed over, throwing a punch at Ody’s face without enough time to dodge. Ody went flying to the ground and he heard some sort of clatter, along with a crack from his pocket as his friends raced over. Ody popped back up, grabbed his keys from his pocket and hit Polyphemus with them through his fist. Polyphemus let out a cry of pain and fury, and went to fight again when all froze at the sound of police sirens. Ody cursed as Polyphemus threw himself at him, and he just barely dodged as he shouted

“Get in the truck!” Ody turned around and raced to the truck, quickly jumping in and starting it again as the rest of his friends climbed in. Polyphemus let out a roar and Ody paused, adrenaline pumping through him as he yelled

“It wasn’t Nobody that beat you today! It was Odyseuss!” And he slammed his foot down on the gas, very quickly driving away as the police lights just barely came into view. After a few minutes of really fast driving, Eury cursed and said

“We forgot Polites!” Ody slowly slowed down as he let out a curse as well, then said

“Well, he’s probably gonna get arrested. We’ll come back to bail him out later.” Eury shot him a look and Ody said

“We already talked about it. He’s gonna call Penelope as his phone call, and maybe she’ll help him from a distance. Or, I’ll come back and bail him out after we get home. He’ll be fine. Oh, Eury, could you pull out my phone from my pocket and text Penelope that we’re gonna stop for the night soon?” Eury nodded and snacthed Ody’s phone from his pocket, upon holding it. He said

“Um, Ody…”

“What?” Eury moved it into Ody’s sight and he cursed. It was quite literally snapped in half. Ody took a breath, then said

“You text her then. Tell her about my phone.” Eury reached into his pocket, then cursed and said

“Polites had mine, he was taking pictures.” Immediately, there was rustling, and curses from the back as each of the passengers found their phones missing. Ody slammed his forehead on the horn. No, no, no, no, no! He took a breath as he lifted his head and said

“We’ll find a pay phone.”

“We don’t have any coins.”

“We’ll use a motel phone then.” Eury paused, then said

“That should work.” He played with the GPS for a moment, then said

“There’s a motel about thirty minutes away.” Ody nodded and kept driving, careful to drive at the speed limit, to avoid any problems. 

About an hour later, because the GPS wasn’t great, they finally pulled into a motel. Elpenor paid for a room and Ody asked

“Do you have a phone I can use?” The guy at the desk said

“No, sorry, our phone lines went down recently and they’re not gonna be up for like, another week. And my phone’s dead.” Ody cursed, then took a breath and sighed. It’d be fine. It’d be fine. He’d call Penelope when he got the chance. Polites had probably already called her. She was smart, she’d figure it out. It was fine. It would be fine. 

The sinking feeling in his stomach disagreed with him. He ignored it and headed to a room, collapsing into bed. 

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[thebeautifulfantastic]

Bestie please tell me about all your tattoos you wanna get

*sits with chin in hands*

YAY THANK YOU FOR ASKING

for a long time i didn’t ever think i would get tattoos because 1) the pain and i can a baby and 2) i’m trying to get into acting and sometimes if tattoos are in super visible places it’s a headache for both the actor and the makeup artist (more time in the makeup chair if you need to cover it up for a scene). but i’m much more open to the idea now and am working up my courage :) for most of these i haven’t decided on the specific places where i’ll get them, but it’ll probably be some combination of back of shoulders, inner forearms, back of arms, and thighs because that’s where they hurt the least and it’s somewhat easy to cover up.

a small ghost figure, maybe with the words traveling endlessly in cursive underneath. it’s a reference to the song “misguided ghosts” by paramore, and just a reminder that even when i feel like i don’t belong anywhere (which is most of the time) i’m not the only one in the world who feels that way

lyrics from “vienna” by billy joel, specifically the line vienna waits for you. this is probably my favorite song of all time, and the message is super special to me because i’ve always felt like these lyrics really cut me to my core. in the song, vienna is a metaphor for the rest of your life — there is still time ahead of you, the rest of your life awaits. it’s is a reminder that the passage of time is not an evil or something to fight against, and there is always something to look forward to. as someone ambitious whose biggest fear is not making the most of my life, i need to remember that every day.

an anatomical heart. there’s something about the shape of the heart that is really beautiful to me. i haven’t assigned a specific, deep meaning to this one yet, because there are several possibilities. something about me being someone who leads with my heart and gets my heart hurt but would rather experience love and feel pain than not feel at all. it’s also a slight nod to nina zenik, who is a heartrender and my favorite character from the grishaverse. i’ve also thought about getting the word “riot” tattooed along with the heart as a reference to the paramore lyric this heart will start a riot in me in the song “that’s what you get.”

this one’s very nerdy and i would need to get it commissioned, but it’s my favorite: a word in tolkien’s elvish script that translates to beloved. why beloved? well, not only do i use the word a lot on tumblr, but on a more serious note i tend to doubt my worth a lot and wanted a visual reminder that i am always beloved by God. and why in elvish? tolkien’s were a fundamental part of fueling my sense of wonder, beauty, and magic that i still have to this day. plus, the elves are immortal, and so is God’s love (is this getting cheesy now? i’ll stop). i’m thinking i’d get this one on the back of my shoulder.

a set of two or three dragons. my best friend has a tattoo of a bird on her collarbone with the word “free” and i had considered getting a bird tattoo as well, but then i saw a picture of a dragon tattoo and immediately thought “this is WAY cooler and more fitting for me as a person and still has the same symbolism” so i’ve stuck with that idea ever since. the dragons would be a symbol of breaking free living my life, but also a representation of my sense of wonder. also, being ace-spec and dragons being an aroace symbol! i would get them on either my collarbone/upper breast or the back of my other shoulder.

a constellation like the one described in the invisible life of addie larue with the words “i remember you.” addie larue is one of my favorite books of all time; it’s such a poignant story about fighting time and wanting to live a life of meaning and beauty and love. a reminder to make a memorable life for myself.

these next designs i’ve considered but haven’t fully decided if i want them or not:

anatomical lungs because like the heart, i think they’re beautiful

a rose, the symbol of beauty and the beast, which has always been my favorite fairytale and also the source of my nickname belle

a ufo as a reference to the x-files and the great mysteries of life

an ourobouros symbol as another reference to scully’s tattoo in the x-files and a reminder that there are new beginnings every day